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princesskokichi · 4 years

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shuichi, keebo, fuyuhiko, kiyotaka, and izuru asking their crush to call them by their first name

ahh, i had so much fun writing this !

yes, i know keebo doesn’t have a last name.

don’t judge me

he babie - mod kokichi

[ S H U I C H I ]

- this !!! he was going to do this today !

- he talked to each one of his best friends individually to see what they would say

- and they all agreed with him that s / o was totally into him !!

- which is so good but,,

- how would he tell you ?

- would he write it out in a note and give it to you ? profess it loudly ? tell you in a quiet way ?

- he pondered this for the longest time

- in the end, he decided to do something subtle about the change in the relationship

- well, not really subtle, but it was the best choice that he could think of that almost couldn't end in failure.

- he got so excited that he could hardly wait !! so he decided that he was going to do his thing tomorrow !

- during the lunch break at school, you were sitting with him as usual

- kaede had been absent that day, and she usually helped you with your math homework

- maki and kaito decided they were going to pick up snacks from the vending machines, so it was just the two of you

- s / o : "saihara-kun, can you help me with my math homework today ? i don't exactly understand it,, "

- he fluctuated in his resolve for a moment, almost wanting to drop the subject all together and just help you with your math

- but he wouldn't allow himself to give up that easily, or else he had 03 friends who would personally seek the end of him

- shuichi : " hey, i can but, can you do me a favor ? "

- s / o : " i can do everything but help you with your math homework, saihara-kun. "

- shuichi : " can you, uh, can you,, canyoucallmebymyfirstname ? with, uhm,, without honorifics,"

- he spoke really fast, his words conjoined together and it went over your head for a moment

- s / o : " h-huh ? why would i do that ? "

- shuichi : " well, we're close aren't we ? ah, nevermind, it's okay. forget i said anything. "

- you stayed silent for a little while, and shuichi was really starting to rethink his entire approach to this situation

- maki and kaito came back, munching on foods

- maki : " so ? how is everything. "

- s / o : " shuichi is going to teach me my math homework. "

- he visibly lost 05 years off his lifespan, but in a good way

- shuichi : " is it okay if i come visit you at your place today to tutor you, s / o ? "

[ K E E B O ]

( i changed it up a little for his, i hope that's okay ,, )

- he was always constantly learning about the world around him

- in school, he got really surprised to see the use of honorifics and last names

- in fact, he once called his teacher by their first name without honorifics and got detention for two days for that

- after that little mistake, he took it upon himself to learn what he didn't know about the japanese culture and their understanding of names

- while he believed the word of the internet and all of his sources, he felt like this kind of thing was better to consult a person who grew up in this society would be

- so he asked you, one of his best friends, about it

- you explained to him that first names were reserved for people you were close with

- and that honorifics showed respect for those of higher positions, age, or others

- he had asked a ton of questions that night, pretty amazed at how much knowledge you possessed on the subject and how well you presented it

- after that, he would come to you whenever he had a question about the japanese society that he didn't understand

- which was pretty often tbh he's an inquisitive boy

- after a few months of talking to you almost daily, he started to feel weird, like his circuits were heating up

- even though he knew it was irrational, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with you

- he wanted,, to be closer to you

- he consulted miu with this question, purely because she was the ult inventor after all

- she told him that he was catching feelings

-,,in miu's own way, but it was understandable

- he was a little surprised afterwords

- he was,, romantically attracted to you ? that's surprising

- he had to tell you, in a way he knew you would appreciate

- he texted you to meet him at the park immediately after his meeting with miu, and waited there for you to arrive

- when he saw you, he jumped out of the bench he was sitting at

- keebo : " s / o ! i have come to a startling conclusion, and i want you to listen to me for a moment. "

- you flushed up, telling yourself that he just forgot how last names work in japan.

- s / o : " ah, i'm listening senpai. "

- keebo : " i want to call you by your first name instead of l / n-san. if you,, if you want. "

- oh, he didn't just forget,,

- s / o : " that's pretty bold, senpai. and a little unexpected. "

- his gaze was unfaltering, watching you with expectation as he gathered his next sentence.

- keebo : " will you accept this change ? "

- s / o : " yeah. yeah, i do, keebo. "

[ F U Y U H I K O ]

- he really didn't give a shit about respect or anything like that

- of course, he never really used last names, either

- most of the times, he just called a person a curse word to refer to them

- well, that is most of the time

- and then you came by into his life, and he forgot all about that act of his

- he was never prim and proper, but he was respectful to you, which meant a lot coming from a guy who likes his persona of an asshole

- mainly, he followed your lead

- if you would call him a nickname, he had a nickname for you

- if you called him by his last name, he would call you by your last name

- but the thing is, you never went past the respectful way of referring to him

- so all of these nicknames and playful things he had prepared to call you were completely useless

- unless you decided you wanted to be closer than just respectful friends

- if he did it, he felt like he was just going to sound like his usual asshole self and you wouldn't think much of it

- or worse

- you'd think less of him, and that's something he does not want

- so he waited

- and waited

- until he literally could not wait anymore

- he paced back and forth in his bedroom, peko barely paying attention to him as she read her book

- fuyuhiko : " how do i show that bi-i, uh, l / n-san,, , that i want to be more than just typical friends with them ? "

- peko : " have you tried asking them ? "

- fuyuhiko : " asking them what ? "

- peko : " to call you by your first name and not your family name. have you tried that ? "

- fuyuhiko : " ,, peko, you are a genius ! "

- peko : " i know i am. "

- even though he was getting frustrated with the situation, it still took him nearly a week to get the courage to ask you

- and even then, it was only because it was the heat of the moment

- you'd been playing with him the entire day, poking his cheek or his shoulder and whispering " kuzuryu-kun, pay attention to meee "

- s / o, while poking his cheek : " kuzuryu-kun, kuzuryu-kun, kuzuryu-kun, kuzu- "

- fuyuhiko : " i'll pay attention to you if you call me by my name, geez ! it's annoying to hear you say " kuzuryu-kun " so often. "

- you stopped in your tracks for a moment, your face incredibly red and nervous.

- and then

- s / o : " fuyuhiko, fuyuhiko, fuyuhiko, fuyuhiko, fuyuhi- "

- ah, yes, true love

[ K I Y O T A K A ]

- he upheld standards really well

- okay, maybe not just " really well "

- he lives nearly every day of his life adhering to the rules, both of society and school

- so he took stuff like that very seriously

- in fact, you two knew each other for more than a year before he even started to get the idea of changing from just polite friends to closer than such

- the idea came to him while he was talking to you at the library

- taka : " ah, i think cereal is the most adequate food to eat for breakfast, what do you think s / - i mean ! l / n -san ! "

- you had flushed up red immediately, but not nearly as red as he was

- he could not believe that he almost screwed up like that, seriously

- both you and him pretended like that little slip up never happened for the entire time at the library

- and for the next week, it was back to normal

- well, as normal as it was going to get at hope's peak academy

- until one night, you finally texted him

- it was completely out of the blue at nearly nine pm, just barely an hour before he went to sleep

- s / o : " hey, remember that day at the library ? "

- he almost threw his phone, oh gosh darnit

- taka : " yeah, sure do. what's this about suddenly ? "

- s / o : " well, i just wanted to know,,, why did you almost call me by my given name ? "

- taka : " i was not thinking ! i apologize if i overstepped my boundaries, l / n-san ! "

- s / o : " no, just checking. well, its getting late, i should be going to sleep. goodnight kiyotaka. "

- after reading that text nearly a million times

- he finally came to the conclusion that yes, indeed, you did say that

- and now he had to do something about it

- at school the next day, while walking to his locker, he saw you reading your textbook to get an early start for your language class

- taka : " hey, l / n-san !"

- s / o : " oh, ishimaru-kun ! hi ! "

- he sat down beside you on the bench, reading your book slightly

- taka : " i have a favor to ask of you ! please, refer to me as kiyotaka ! in the same context, i will refer to you as s / o ! ,,, if that is acceptable ? "

- s / o : " ah ! i can do that, kiyo ! "

- taka : " now, let's get to class, i don't want to be late. "

- s / o : " we have ten minutes before class starts. "

[ I Z U R U ]

- listen, i know the request said " shy boys " but izuru just got stuck in my head and wouldn't let me write this without writing him, so here he is

- first things first that he does not care about being proper

- literally, it mattered zero to him

- however, he still stuck to calling everyone [ last name ]-san, purely because he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about him or any of his friends that he talked to on a daily basis

- one time that happened with chiaki where a rumor was being spread that he was in a romantic relationship with her and she almost killed him on the spot upon learning of it

- he doesn't fear death, but he fears chiaki

- just a little bit tho

- so while it didn't matter to him, he still got used to saying it

- however, when you joined the group, he wanted to call you by simpler terms for a different reason

- he spent a long time trying to figure out what was wrong with him when he talked to you

- he would feel his face heat up, and it was significantly harder to think of words to say when you were around, even if he wasn't directly talking to you

- and dear god don't get near him or he felt like he was going to combust

- what the fuck were these feelings ?

- even though he was a mess inside, he kept it calm and rational to everyone else

- and by that, i mean he looked like he always did, uncaring about everything in the universe

- since he always seemed like he didn't care, you were known for messing around with him, or more specifically - his hair

- brushing his hair and braiding it seemed to be your favorite pastime

- during lunch, you would sit on the table while he sat down on the bench, and would just brush away with your soft pastel purple brush

- whenever you would, it took everything out of him not to curse at you for,,,

- he didn't know really why he felt like cursing at you

- there were just a lot of feelings in one body, something he wasn't used to

- one day was going very well

- you were idly talking between chiaki and nagito while brushing izuru's hair

- hajime was somewhere, probably retaking a test because he failed his exam last time

- you were humming, trying to pull all of his hair into a ponytail so you could make a few braids in it

- s / o : " kamukura-kun, can you push your hair from your face, i can't reach it - "

- izuru : " must you always play with my hair, s / o ? "

- s / o : " huh ? oh, yeah. yeah, it's kind of mandatory, kamukura-kun. "

- izuru : " my name is izuru. "

- wait, what was he saying ?

- s / o : " k-kamukura-kun,, , "

- izuru : " izuru. "

- you two went back and forth until you finally gave up, giving into his requests

- s / o : " geez, you're so,, ugh ! why do you have to have such nice hair izuru ? "

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fizzingwizard · 4 years

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Episode 34 arrives and it’s a MUCH NEEDED breath of first air. I mean, this episode could have actually BEEN a 99 Adventure episode. I guess at least one person on the production team has actually seen the old show at least once!

In my opinion, it doesn’t quite equal the cuteness, silliness, and personality of similar 99 episodes, but it comes very close, and it’s certainly the best we’ve had in a long long while.

And it’s all because of these two.

More below!

The episode bizarrely begins with Tailmon barking to communicate with Komondomon. Which raises the question, if no one could talk with Komondomon before because he can only bark, how were they communicating? Did Lopmon just tell Komondomon everything he needed to know and tell the kids “just follow his lead” or something??

Also Tailmon’s opening line being her barking is pretty surreal. And yet, fitting for a cat Digimon who is a dog at Child level.

The kids are shown taking a break - the first sign that this episode is gonna be A Bit Different.

Taichi: Something feels weird. Why aren’t we fighting?

Sora: Taichi, don’t you think you should rest once in a while?

Taichi: I mean, I do, I just got the impression the rest of the world didn’t agree...

Sora: By the way, why do we like this world that constantly tries to kill us and never gives us any pleasant memories so much? Why don’t we just take our partners to the human world and leave this place to its fate?

Taichi: How else am I gonna get an outlet for my pent up aggression and adrenaline junkie issues?

Sora: That’s your backstory?

Taichi: I’m a complicated man.

Komondomon then randomly jumps... into the sea. “Oh no, they’ll drown!” No, they won’t, because Komondomon has the ability to build a dome over his back trapping oxygen inside. Submarimon I get, but Komondomon?

As they dive, Tailmon explains what we learned last week about Millenniumon trying to resurrect himself with a new body. Apparently a very large fragment of him is located undersea in a place called Farga (transliteration TBA). She thinks resentfully about how she was almost absorbed into Millenniumon’s most recent resurrection effort.

Hikari tackles her with a comforting hug, which Tailmon seems a bit discomfited by. But does not object.

Tailmon considers defeating Millenniumon for good to be her personal mission as a Holy Digimon. Patamon sees her determination and does his best to put on his game face too. It’s like being glared at by a sock puppet.

Tailmon: I can’t allow Hikari to be put in danger. It’s my job as the Holy Digimon -

Tailmon: - gosh darnit and she’s just so cute too!

They wind up getting hit by a rip current or something?? and thrown into another weird submarine sort of thing. They discourteously break a hole in it and wind up inside a self-sustaining underwater kingdom, apparently, which instantly goes on Red Alert as Manbomon come to attack them.

This is Daipenmon, or Big Penguin Monster. I love him. He is glorious. Gaze upon his expression of perpetually stoned haze.

Daipenmon: You try steering this thing every day in and out nonstop without turning to hard drugs.

She attac!

While fighting, some Mantaraymon break in through the hole they made and the Manbomon go to drive them off as apparently they are not welcome. Then MarineAngemon appears in all her creepy glory and they sort everything out.

MarineAngemon: Oh, Tailmon, I see you’re a Holy Digimon! I can tell by your Holy Ring. I have one too.

Takeru: Patamon, why don’t you have a Holy Ring?

Patamon: .... -.-’

Look! See! So cute! They are floating on bubbles! All the kids get their own and each has an individual design that shows their personality. Here Tailmon tries desperately to keep Hikari from falling off. I missed this kind of thing! Flashbacks to Monzaemon’s Toytown...

Turns out MarineAngemon is extremely small and the scene before was all “don’t pay attention to that man behind the curtain” type scare tactics. Not very effective since no matter how big MarineAngemon gets, she’s still extremely adorable. She invites them to stay the night. I really expected it to be a trap, but it wasn’t.

OH MY GOD IS THAT FOOD ARE THEY EATING ACTUAL FOOD OMG OMG

quick someone alert the producers! Someone’s having FUN with this show! I was starting to think that was illegal or something!

It’s not AS fun as when they went to Devimon’s illusory castle in 99 Adventure and stuffed their faces after starving and living on potentially poisonous eggs for a week... but I’ll take it.

Meanwhile an undersea band plays music and Taichi ACTS LIKE THE FIFTH GRADE CHILD THAT HE IS. For about 0.5 seconds but HEY he did something child-like! holy cheez wiz batman!

Hikari is mysteriously absent so Tailmon goes to find her. Turns out she’s asked MarineAngemon to heal Komondomon who is tired and wounded from their journey. Tailmon’s like, “Aw, what a nice person she is.” I’m all for exceptionally kind-hearted Hikari, but taking care of Komondomon should have been priority 1 for EVERYONE. At least Sora should have thought of it. I can see Taichi being too forward-focused, and Takeru a dumb eight year old, but Sora would definitely have thought about Komondomon.

Clearly the show wanted to establish how nice Hikari is, but I hate when shows inadvertently make all the other characters look like asses just to trump up the current star...

Taichi’s digivice glows and...

... MINI KOUSHIROU RETURNS!!! Hurray!

Um, what’s that Sora’s drinking? A mimosa? o.O

Well anyway, Koushirou just shows up to remind everyone of the situation with the satellites and that things are getting worse.

Taichi: Do you have any idea what we can do about it?

Koushirou: No, but I’ll keep you posted.

Taichi: Thanks for nothing braindead

Koushirou: That’s it! You’re not the man I knew in episode 3 anymore! I want a divorce!

Taichi: Fine with me it’s not like you’re ever home anyway!

Koushirou: Well at least I’m not cheating with YAMATO!

Taichi: I HAVE NEEDS!

*cough*

Uh, I know Taichi is shorter than Sora, but he looks... pretty tiny here... lol. Or maybe Sora’s just had a growth spurt again.

They spend the night sleeping in bubbles. Aw.

By the way, question: the kids seem able to walk and breath normally in MarineAngemon’s kingdom... but the fish-type Digimon can also swim around normally. And it seems the kids wouldn’t be able to survive in the ocean itself, but they and the fish can both survive here? And yet bubbles? What... what kind of scientific anomaly is this place??

So... MarineAngemon’s kingdom appears to be a Whamon’s corpse! X’D Wow that’s dark.

They are attacked by Anomalocarimon! For reasons. Actually, they did explain earlier that the ocean Digimon have been more aggressive lately and it seems to be the influence of Millenniumon’s stone in Farga or whatever.

Daipenmon: This sucks I don’t have health insurance

Tailmon frantically tries to fight off the intruders while also keeping Hikari out of danger. This entire episode is about Tailmon wanting to protect Hikari and keep her at arm’s length so she doesn’t end up in danger, while Hikari just keeps trying to stay close to Tailmon and support her.

Tailmon: I can’t take you with me, Hikari. It’s too dangerous.

Hikari: Fine. Big brother, will you bring me into the heat of the action with you?

Taichi: Sure thing.

Tailmon: ...

In his defense, Taichi does seem a bit freaked when Hikari TAKES A FLYING LEAP off MetalGreymon toward Tailmon.

(no I really love that Taichi immediately understands why Hikari wants to fight and takes her right to her partner without even a token “nuu but you’re still a baby.” I mean, if Yamato’s cool with Takeru being in danger all the time, Taichi shouldn’t be much worried about it...

Hikari has a flashback! Turns out she’s heard Tailmon calling for her since she as a little kid!

She caught one of Angewomon’s feathers back then too.

Hikari promises Tailmon that she’ll be by her side. Awww.

Hands again.

Crest of Light! I kind of expect that we’ll find out about the Crests and what they mean really fast at the end of the season... although I’m still kind of hoping Mimi is mining Crest crystals atm.

Hikari is able to magically produce a Digivice... I’d completely forgot she didn’t have one till now.

Here I expected Tailmon would evolve, but instead, the power of Light appears to give everyone a power boost like it’s done in the past. They all glow with their Crest colors, kids and partners alike (except for some reason Tailmon glows yellow???) and launch a joint attack on Anomalocarimon and defeat him. Yay.

Then they say goodbye to MarineAngemon and go on their way, I guess to Farga.

So... yeah! it was a nice episode. It had a theme. There was fighting, but it didn’t overwhelm everything else. There was character development. I really can’t complain about it. And it was SHOCKING that Taichi had so few lines (compared to what’s become the norm - a GOOD shock but still I was like “omg what’s going on!!”)

I am just confused because why is this sort of episode happening when we haven’t seen it in ages? What happened in that interim between when they all met up after the first team split up and just now that prevented the show writers from having fun with the show and just writing nonstop fighting all the time? I’m so confused. It makes no sense. Still suspecting that they couldn’t get anyone to come in and voice characters for long enough so they just focused on Sanpei Yuuko/Taichi, but without the others they couldn’t figure out how to push the show forward and make it fun too... Idk. It’s so weird. But oh well. We got a good episode, and maybe it’s a sign of changes to come. I hope so.

Next week...

We get attacked by a scary looking Digimon and Hikari... Idk, thinks she can block the attack somehow? haha. Aw but look how awesome she is protecting her brother and Greymon!

Hikari gets touched by the dark powers! Oh noes!

And more cuteness.

The episode title name-drops Angewomon, which surprises me because I figured they’d hold off on her and give Tailmon Nefertimon for an evolution first. But *shrug* whatever! Looking forward to it.

#digimon adventure reboot #digimon adventure:#digimon adventure 2020 #fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon #digi spoilers

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siramay-the-showgun-dragon · 3 years

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Nothing changes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144008/chapters/77507987

Just to make things clear... (go on) Last night, I was attacked by someone wearing a mask... (yep) And whoever that was--now they're... I don't know why, but now they're laying dead in front of me... (I can neither confirm nor deny this query)

Makoto: what is that supposed to mean.

Siramay: I can neither confirm nor deny this query sorry you’re on your own.

So after seeing the corpse they began to investigate what could possibly have happened and then they tried to tell who it was and take of her mask and then

*KABOOOOOOM*

Siramay: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOOK AT HOW THEY MASSACRED MY GIRL WHY MUST YOU BE SO CRULE UNIVERES

...there was a blinding light, and a deafening roar. The body...blew up. It blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up it blew up!

Needless to say the survivor gang tried to put out the fire, but the damage was done WAS HER DEATH NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU! YOU GO AND DAMAGE HER BEAUTY TO!? Well even so may she still be an angel at first they all thought it kyoko, but they did bring up the possibility of it being the mastermind.

Makoto: Is it the teenage girl Kyoko told me about? The Ultimate Destrawberry...?

Siramay: you still doing that?

Makoto: you can never be to sure, also its funny

Siramay: true

Then makoto told the others about mukuro ikusaba the ultimate des-…. I’m running out of food… destarfruit.

Byakuya: There's another student here, and it's a female? That *would* match the body's characteristic...

Aoi: And that phrase, the Ultimate Des-

Siramay: NOOOO!!

magic

Aoi: Desblackberry--it sounds super mastermind-y, doesn't it?

Makoto: what did you do this time siramay?

Siramay: now no one can say desboysenberry MAHAHAHAHHA.

IT WAS THE ONLY THING SHE HAD LEFT WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS!? …do I even need to answer that?

yasuhiro: Okay, so...the mastermind is this girl Mukuro? And she's a student here? And she's the Ultimate Desdragonfruit? But if she's been hiding here in the school like some teenage Bigfoot...how'd she wind up burnt to a crisp!?

Well needless to say they went to investigate the body, also toko is ok what makoto saw was a strange key on the ground, then bayakuya kicked makoto out to look for the door the key opens.

Siramay: it opens the data center.

And makoto immediately went to tell them, REALY NO CHECKING!? then when they went they forced makoto to open the door incase it blew up, rude and so he opened it.

Siramay: behold…. THE MASTERMIND LAYER!!

Dramatic pose Epic thunder sounds

Makoto: where that come from?

Siramay: where do you think.

So yeah they saw all the cameras and such the mastermind uses to watch everyone.

So they all think mukuro was the mastermind BASELESS SLANDER and that shes dead, eh I don’t care I got a David bowie stash to find and steal then they wanted to investigate the data lab to find out secrets since they think zetsu was murdered.

Byakuya: Naturally. The state of the corpse makes it plain as day. There is absolutely no doubt the mastermind was murdered.

Siramay: ah not clearly they laid down put their coat on top of them and stabbed themselves in the stomach.

Makoto: really?

Siramay: no!

Well anyway they began to investigate the room like how the monodoor was locked and oh look a tv antenna witch they had yasuhiro use to connect to the tv which showed them and on every channel to how confusing oh and look monokuma was here.

Siramay: HES ALLLIIVVVEEE

They also said he’s acting different, but I don’t get that they seem the same to me, must be the madness of isolation.

Makoto: Oh yeah, that's it. Puhuhu... The look on your faces right now is sublime!

Siramay: it is kinda funny.

Monokuma: That's what I wanted to see--the moment you went from hope to despair.. I can say it myself naegi!

Siramay: OH NO I FORGOT MY MAGIC DOSENT WORK ON THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

Then siramay jumped away in a portal in fear

monokuma: Well, it's almost time to cut off your past so full of hope and begin to DESPAIR at the future ahead of you! I want you to all have way more fun in this killing game!

Then monokuma said other things

This life isn't all bad ya know! I mean, there's stuff you won't like about life no matter where you are!

Siramay pops his head out of a tiny portal.

Siramay: that’s fair

Toko: Are you s-serious? This place is the w-worst...!

Monokuma: If it's the worst, does that mean you're in...despair? Ahh-hahahahaha!

Siramay: man you’re running millage on that word guess it makes sense its all you have left.

I say holding the secret stash of David bowie music I could burn this all right now in their face… no I shouldn’t I could use this later anyway also as a music man the songs are indeed quite good so anyway monokuma talks about how the tvs a clue.

Monokuma: Everything has a meaning, you know... All those hints I gave you, all those tantalizing tidbits about the school's mysteries... Even me luring you here right now... Why would I do any of that without a reason?

Siramay: ah so you admit it!

Monokuma: It was all for my captive audience--to show them true despair like they'd never seen it before!

Siramay: riiiiiggghhtt all right keep your secrets and ignore me not like I care!

Monokuma: I became the director of a despair-based production! This is the ultimate reality show! The best in despair entertainment!

A single tear sheds from siramays eye from being ignored.

Course monokuma went on and on about there evil but then he stopped cause after all if there still alive that means there not the body and if there not the body that means there’s another murder a foot and if there’s another murder a foot that means A TRIAL SHALL SOON COMENCE BUM BUM BUUUUMM

And then...he was gone. Reality was incomprehensible, the truth hopelessly out of reach. All we were left with...was despair. (monokuma: GOT IT! New ringtone!) We stood there for I don't know how long, frozen in place. I couldn't think- AW I COULD HAVE SAID DESPUMPKN GOSH DARNIT! (monokuma: you lose!) (it’s not over till the despair lady sings!). It took everything I had just to keep myself standing upright.

Yasuhiro: I don't understand any of this... What's "deswatermelon entertainment"? (monokuma: don’t start this again!) (to bad!) And...how is he still alive!?

Also byakyua thinks kyoko is dead cause his blatant and disrespectful slander of saying mukuro is the mastermind SLANDER I SAY! Course makoto refuses to believe it WITCH IS FAIR AS ITS AS FALSE AS ZETSUS HAIR COLOR and so the investigation begun, and so makoto went back to the garden, he saw fragments a knife, also makoto got all worried about murdering them awe no baby boi you didn’t do that then they checked the chickens.

Siramay: THERES NOT FIVE ANYMORE

I count four chickens.

Siramay: HINA YOU ATE A CHIKEN AND DIDN’T SHARE

Makoto: really?

Siramay: no

Then he recalled how the body looked before the boom, then they talked about the body was found, and byakua was suspicious about makoto thinking he’s the killer witch is not true at all, though I will admit it’s a fair point BUT MAKOTO IS AN ANGEL HE’D NEVER KILL and then makoto looked closer at the body..neeeeeerrr

Siramay: sad dragon noises

Makoto: … yes?

Siramay: look at those fake nails shed never where them she was forced to she couldn’t even have the honor of dyeing as herself what sick twisted monster would do that to a girl sob.

Makoto also noticed the wolf tattoo.

Siramay: yee I say she liked wolfys makoto but uh it had a more bisunessy reason but can’t say but shes a good girl she deserved head pats and love I hope she gets all the love in heaven, because she never got it here sob.

The upper half of the body got set on fire in the explosion, so it's totally blackened... Also, the top half of the body is wet.

SOB

Siramay just kinda stayed looking at the body in sadness.

Makoto also saw a tarp in the toolshed, then makoto wanted to investigate kyokos room, but first he realized the thing about the bomb but then they were allowed to go to kyokos room saw a woodblock key, then after talking to byakuya he recalled kyokos last will and testament sadly instead of giving makoto money or at least a boot to the head all it said was “under the sheets” in which makoto found a note about mukuro.

Siramay: aaayyy that’s my giiirrllll.

“Name: Mukuro Ikusaba

Sex: Female

The Ultimate Soldier (so coooool)

Although small for her age, she was a military specialist trained in every weapon type imaginable. (she could crush your skull with her thighs!) She showed an interest in the military from childhood and soon found herself completely absorbed in it. In elementary school, she won a survival game tournament and began writing for military magazines. (soooo cooool oh I already said that…well its true)

Just before entering middle school, while she and her family were on vacation in Europe (Ireland specifically shes half Irish don’t ya know makoto)...she disappeared. The story of a young Japanese girl being kidnapped quickly took over Japanese media outlets (her grandfather died! But he had it coming). An intense international investigation turned up no information, and she was never found. (she must be smart to stay hidden or at least I think so clever girl but never appreciated)

However, she reappeared in Japan three years later (could have sworn it was 4), alone and completely unannounced. She revealed that she had joined a mercenary group known as Fenrir for those three years. She insisted that she hadn't been kidnapped, that she'd received battle training of her own volition. However, she never revealed why she decided to return home when she did.” (…its complicated you know hard to explain with parents dying and your father figure telling you not to give up on family and siblings who may or may not have turned super evil while you where gone….. I don’t wanna talk about it)

Then byakua said how he recognized Fenrir

Siramay: oh yeah I know about it to!

Makoto: can you say anything about it.

Siramay: awe yeah its multiverseal! I’ve heard in many words I traveled to of the infamies Lycan family and there gang of fighters who follow the wolf loving war and all that heard about them all the way back in the 1800s with the great vvulf from the DD dimension though maybe they are older then even that and of course I can’t forget that cunning Worriz and the twisted gang in the 1980-2000s nearly killed a good friend of mine that guy did, though in your time in this world it was run by a Mr. Wayne Lycan he was cool a bit on the scrawny side though that’s why he worked twice as hard to prove the worth to his father that he could leady the business named ATM to Fenrir how fancy oh he was like the father mukuro never had and always wanted though I do have to question how sensible the man was to just allow a 10-11 year old into a mercenary gang but he did care about her he cared about her greatly he was so proud to see her fight and be victorious in battlefield… he must be just as sad as I about her death and what that cruel excuse for a sister did to her he said it himself he said “if anything happens to mukuro I’ll kill everyone on the battlefield then myself” so if he wasn’t already dead I assure he’s dead now

Makoto: how do you know all this

Siramay: I know everything makoto and also nothing at all.

And then monokuma showed up and was all mad about rule breaking and making a fuss about it.

Monokuma: Of course I am! A proper school life is built on the dedication to organization and order! Which is why even I, as the school headmaster, have to follow the regulations myself!

Byakuya: Oh? So you're saying you have to follow your own rules, as well?

Monokuma: Absolutely! I can't have you complaining about how unfair it all is, now can I?

Siramay: riiiigggghhhttt

Makoto: ?

Siramay: I’m just saying makoto there are two types of villains, villains who will literally kill themselves when their world order is broken and villains who will fuss about it but when the time comes will break the rules as easily as they made them, now just look at monokuma and everything he’s done and ask yourself which type he looks like

Then monokuma admitted how there where 16 students and he is one of them then he also revealed kyokos secret about her KFH (kyoko fried hands)

Monokuma: You know how she wears those stupid gloves day in, day out, all the time? Well, don't tell anyone I told you, but... She wears them to cover a bunch of hideous scars that she doesn't want anyone to see!

Makoto: ...What?

Monokuma: Puhuhu. Okay, NOW that's all you get! Ahh-hahahahaha!

And then they left

Siramay: how rude talking about kyokos hand scars I bet you wouldn’t like it if I talked about your back scars.

Makoto: they have scars?

Siramay: yeah but it aint like kyokos that come from burning hers come from FLAELLATION!!

Siramay pulls out said tool above you know classic family abuse I would talk about it, but I feel its cliche, so I don’t wanna be rude.

Makoto: they used that!?

Siramay: oh no her parents used more a basic stuff like riding crops and their fist though he did have big fist like bigger than a mug I think, there was this one tool, but I can’t recall the name OH WAIT!

THE SJAMBOK! these things hurt like death…. but as I was saying oh yeah that old whip was more used by good old grandpa damian, he was the old Irish one I was talking about he was a flagellant and a sado-masochist, so he was delusional but still she was just 10.

Makoto: TEN- makoto covered his mouth as not to react deeply.

Siramay: at least he never got to use the metal ones like this thing!

makoto almost fainted at the thought of what siramay brought up but siramay with a portal grew another hand to catch makoto.

eh its ok makoto whats a little mental damage between friends eh? After all scars may be forever (unless you get scar removal surgery witch they possibly did) but psychological damage will last even longer

anyway with monokumas info makoto realized the corpse can’t be kyoko, cause clearly me constantly calling the course mukuro was totally not valid proof…. Then again mukuro does mean corpse in Japanese maybe makoto just though I was being weird again, but no he would know her name yes! eh I digress anyway byakuya talked about mukuro and kyoko honestly it was pretty confusing.

Byakuya: We thought Mukuro, the Ultimate Despair, was the mastermind's true identity.

Makoto: don’t say that word!

Byakuya: why?

Monokuma getting aroused in the background.

Byakuya: But if that's true, Monokuma's behavior makes no sense. Why would the mastermind go out of their way to reveal themselves to us?

Makoto: That's a good point...

Well anyway they went to investigate the dojo to look at the locker and there where arrows and tape then they went to the archive to learn more about mukuro.

Yaaahhh more mukuro lore

Byakuya: "Fenrir is an elite fighting unit base out of the Middle East (it’s always the middle east why can’t they spice it up by fighting somewhere like Canada) (makoto: Canada really?) (I couldn’t think of anything but man that’s far from Europe don’t yah think. I think they were on draft world tour you know how it is). Unlike military contractors, they are a fierce group of soldiers who engage in direct combat. (fierce wolfy woos) They claim that a single member is equivalent to an entire company of regular soldiers. Just like Fenrir, the Wolf of Ragnarok, their mere presence is enough to strike fear into any enemy. They have been involved in countless military battles and operations, most of which are highly classified. (ou like the great battle of the heart of darkness a literal Eldredge abomination… wait that wasn’t them they were just commissioned by the cultist who found it oh, but they were defeated by the team who did defeat it I can still remember how they sliced vvulf in half)

"However, some time ago, they completely ceased all activity. At present, their continued existence cannot be confirmed. There are unconfirmed reports that the key members of the group were all neutralized. Rumors indicate they were killed to keep them from revealing the many state secrets they'd acquired. Some, however, believe there was mounting internal tension within the group, and they simply imploded." (WAYNE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) ……(PLEASE DON’T BE WHAT I THINK HAPPENED) (makoto: what do you-) (IM NOT SAYING!! As long as I don’t think it happened it didn’t happen, no no… oh no I can see nonononononoon! MAKOTO DISTRACT ME)

Makoto: ...

Siramay: at least Wayne and mukuro can reunite in heaven…

Byakuya: ...What is it?

Makoto: This all just sounds like some kind of...alternate reality.

Byakuya: Well, it isn't. This is *our* reality, the *only* reality (that’s not exactly true!). These people are part of our world. Their battlefields aren't much different from our lives here. An unpredictable, unimaginable world...

Also makoto realized the Fenrir people getting tattoos and that mukuro had a wolf tattoo and then it was time for the class trial, so as makoto went to the red doors siramay…started to beat box.

Siramay: bum bum bum bum bum bum bum a body’s been discovered a person has been murdered one of your fellow students is dead there’s a giant pool of blood and your names dragged through the mud gotta prove who is messed up in the head.

Well despair starts coming and it don’t stop coming don’t break the rules or you better get running dosent make sense why you’re trapped in here not what you expected from a new school year.

you’ve called it quits you’ve had enough so whats wrong with picking the knife up you’ll never leave if you don’t kill you’re gonna die if you just chill.

hey now! you’re the blackened! time for trial how sad!

Hey now! look what happened you got found out to bad.

And not its punishment tiiimmmee killers have to pay for their criimme.

Eh? Eh?

Makoto: …that was actually pretty good.

Siramay: YEAAHHH

Well when makoto got in the elevator everyone assumed him and byakuya where being gay (NO THEY WENRT) yes they were makoto, and so they where waiting for the elevator to go down… but go down it did not, it was a little over ten minutes, then monokuma showed up to explain the predicament, and then, like a hero in the climax of the movie, like a great explosion in a mine KYOKO WAS HERE ALLLIIIIVVVVEEEE even if yasuhiro thought she was a ghost so the others went to the elevator but makoto had a heart to heart with kyoko first, where makoto ask what kyoko was doing and she says how she was on the second floor dorms revealing that the key she had was a master key that could open any door in the school but they didn’t have much time to go further as they had to go to the trial, then kyoko sounded suspect but that ok cause it was trial time

Being the last one left, I stepped into the elevator. And the doors slid shut... This time, the clunking was loud enough to hurt my ears, and the dread began to consume me once again... I can't imagine ever getting used to the mental pressure that comes with preparing for an execution. In that dusky darkness, nobody said a word. We just stood there, silent, and still. After an immeasurable period of time, the doors opened without warning... A dazzling light penetrated every depth of my eyes. But it wasn't the illuminating light of hope... It was the blinding light of descarrot.

Makoto: OH SNAP NO IT WAS THE BLINDING LIGHT OF A FASHION DISASTER OH KODAKA! WHO DID YOUR HOME DECORATING? MY WORD IVE SEEN ANIMACROSSING HOUSES BY PEOPLE WITH BLINDFOLDS ON THAT LOOK BETTER THEN THIS

Siramay: I’ve heard of eyestrain but my word.

Monokuma: …rude Ahh, I've been waiting for this! I feel like it's been forever since we got together like this... The time for pointless jokes and jabs has passed. Let's get on with the show!

And so, the curtain opened for the fifth time... A deadly judgment... A deadly deception... A deadly betrayal. A deadly riddle, a deadly defense, and deadly faith... A deadly...class trial...!

SOOO COOOLL so the trial started.

Started with hagakure saying kyoko was dead and the one on podium was a GHOOOOOSSSTTT hahahahahahah thankfully makoto proved that argument wrong as they now needed to identify the real body victim …not thinking about it I guess that’s why he needed other not me proof to prover her identity he can’t just say “its mukuro cause the magic dragon only I can see told me so” hahahah they think he’s crazy so they talk about her tattoo.

Toko: Her master m-must have made her get it...to be like, "You're my *censored* ."

Crying cause shes not entirely wrong in a sense

But yeah so they all realized the corpse is mukuro.

Monokuma: Ah-ha-ha-ha! You sound surprised! But you're absolutely right! Yes, indeed! The trial this time is to solve the murder of Mukuro Ikusaba!

Siramay: SHE WAS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WOOOORRLLLDDD

Anyway

Aoi: But I mean...being the Ultimate Des-

Makoto: HINA NO!

Aoi: uh des…lettuce seems like a pretty mastermind-y title to me... sorry we’ve been out of fruits we have to go with vegetables now.

Monokuma: I don’t like this idea that’s spreading…

Byakuya: : Maybe we shouldn't have been thinking of her as the Ultimate Despair (makoto: EGGPLANT) in the first place.

Monokuma: I heard it~

Needless to say as they were talking about masterminds and all that and how mukuro wasn’t the big bad monokuma wanted to avoid the subject and move on to the fact the only 2 subjects that could have killed mukuro are kyoko and makoto, despite neither doing it but I digress so makoto had to clear his name so he explained cause the body’s dry (besides the water outage) that it had to have happened during 7:30-9 course that leaves kyoko without an alibi but kyoko wants to live to solve the school mystery says it’s a trap by monokuma (witch it is) but byakuya does state she had a motive

Byakuya: She thought Mukuro was the Ultimate Des-(makoto: GOARD). In other words, the mastermind behind everything... So she killed her to try and put a stop to all this. Isn't that right, Kyoko? But you made one catastrophic mistake--Mukuro wasn't the mastermind at all.

So in this scenario kyoko opts to bunk makotos alibi unintentionally pining blame on him

And thus began the game OF BLACNKED TENIS where makoto and kyoko kept throwing the title of blackened back to one another stating why they went the killer framing the other in the process crazy right?

Like saying the blood on the body was actually chicken blood to make it look wet when it could have been dry

Makoto: wait why did they have to stab a chicken for the blood couldn’t they just stab the body?

Siramay: blood coagulates sometime after the body dies though.

Makoto: well how long?

Siramay: uhhh I donno, OH like at least 10 hours or so

Makoto: that would have been plenty of time!

Siramay: … cringing cause he knows mukuro was dead for over a month so her blood would be long past coagulated but unable to tell makoto cause if he revealed that he would be spoiled for knowing something is suspicious about the trial right.

So they continued with this argument and then kyoko brings up the ultimatum that they couldn’t have had the dojo key cause the dojo key was in their room and they couldn’t get in their room cause byakua took their key, but makoto knew otherwise since she had the master key and so makoto was left with a huge choice call kyoko out or keep it to himself.

Makoto: siramay what should I do

Siramay: well I can’t say due to the universe but what I can tell you is to follow your heart for you are an angel and your word will always be divine even if not at first glance.

Makoto: what does that mean.

Siramay: you’ll soon find out.

...I've made my decision. I have to believe in Kyoko. There's no way she would kill someone! There has to be some secret here, something that has to do with the mastermind's trap that Kyoko mentioned.

But sadly by holding that info the suspicion crashed down finally on him and stayed there despite makotos please that something is wrong but monokuma wouldn’t have it and ended the trial.

Monokuma: Now, who will be chosen as the blackened? Will you make the right choice, or the dreadfully wrong one?

Makoto: Hey, hold on! siramay! Is this supposed to happen?

Siramay: …

Siramay just sat in silence looking at makoto.

Monokuma: What's it gonna be? What's it gonna beeee!?

And so makoto was deemed guilty.

Makoto: What...? You think *I'm* the killer...?

Yasuhiro: Sorry, man...

Aoi: Yeah, s-sorry...

Toko: It's all your f-fault...!

Byakuya: ...

Makoto: Everyone...you're wrong...! You've got it all wrong! I didn't do it!

Monokuma: Good job, everyone!

Makoto: G-Good job...?

Monokuma: Yeah. They got it right!

Makoto: N-No, I know that's not true... None of this makes any sense... This whole trial doesn't make any sense!

Monokuma: It makes perfect seeeeEEEENNNSSSSSEEE!!! It's the same as always! It's just like all the other class trials! And I'm gonna end it the same way! It's time for your heart pounding, positively thrilling punishment!

Makoto: W-Wait! Why do I--!? siramay!

But siramay just looked at him and started to sing.

[SIRAMAY] Poor, poor Makoto, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? Poor, poor Makoto, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

Makoto: ... Kyoko--!

Kyoko: I don't expect you to forgive me. I know this is all my fault...

Makoto: Kyoko...?

Monokuma: Let's give it everything we've got! It's...PUNISHMENT TIIIME!

And so he was dragged off to his execution and I could hear him beg.

SIRAMAY! SIRAMAY PLEASE HELP ME SIRAMY? SIRAMAY!!

…

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[SIRAMAY] Why the struggle, why the strain? Why make trouble, why make scenes? Why go against the grain, why swim upstream? It ain't, it ain't, it ain't no use You're bound, you're bound, you're bound to lose What's done, what's done, what's done is done That's the way the river runs

So why get wet? Why break a sweat? Why waste your precious breath? Why beat your handsome brow?

Nothing changes.

Nothing changes, nothing changes Anyhow…

And at the final moment when it seemed all hope was lost for makoto alter ego showed up and opened the trash shoot saving makoto just as expected thank goodness its still sad to see though did have to scream it truly scared me to death I’m glad he’s safe though.

[SIRAMAY] Oh now survivors, how low can you stoop? You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor, poor makoto, sent off to his grave Situation's stay, hey, sent off to his grave.

And so siramay jumped down after him.

#danganronpa #the tale of depravity #siramay #makoto naegi #monokuma #mukuro ikusaba

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An oath to Hope

Doctor who human au fanfic

Chapter 1: I think I met a shooting star.

“Park Hill enter D, presumed TWOC with IC1 (‘individual of white skinned European appearance’) female”

A junior officer with dark brown hair in a tight bun turned her head expectedly to her colleague, a lean man with messy brown hair and an as well messy beard who winked at her. He was her senior for her training and couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

“Patrol 7 on it.”

PC Khan asked “What is TWOC ?”

“Well… It is… mhm. I guess it is when someone lose their car keys and try to jimmy their way in. In the dark of the night ? Something like that.” Kenny said with a thick Scottish accent.

“So it’s vehicle theft ?”

“I mean… We can’t assume thievery right away, it is a presumed Taking without owner’s consent ! And who need cars nowadays ?”

Yasmin chuckled “You would be surprised on how many would contradict you sir.”

“By the way, isn’t Park Hill where you live ?”

“Oh my stars ! It is ! We got to go very quickly !” She exclaimed quickening her steps to the car. “I am driving sir.”

“Alright but no need to call me sir !” He said throwing her the keys .

As Yasmin Khan drove them to the potential crime scene. Her senior started to lean in his chair ignoring seatbelt and his legs unto the tabletop of the car. Rambling about the nightshift hours and it made his skin itchy that it could be his alleged time sickness, it only made Yasmin roll her eyes in silence.

Arriving to the Park Hill estate illuminated by the yellow light of many street lamps. Yasmin quickly made her way on the parking lot searching for the thief. Be it was quiet, it looked like nothing.

Agent Coinneich Tàileach or better known as Kenny ran by her side.

“Why are you running PC Khan ? You know this TWOC might be just ten racoons under a coat ?”

“A what”

“Racoons. Or a ghost … who knows ?”

“It is definitely not ghost” Yasmin pointed out to a Pontiac blue car with the highlights on, illuminating another car, trunk and hood opened, wires spilling out with a short woman arms full of sludge, blonde hair tied up in a lousy ponytail.

Yasmin knew that car, it was her neighbor’s and she pulled out her flashlight directed to the woman’s face.

“Hi ?”

The woman turned her head toward Yasmin and to be plainly honest she got a quite beautiful face.

“Hi !” Oh scratch that ! Now the woman smiled and she got now a way more pretty face and Yaz could feel her face burning up.

“What…” The junior agent turned to her senior who seemed quite interested about the whole situation and wasn’t about to help with it. “What are you doing ma’am ?”.

“I. AM. UHM. NOT. CARJACKING.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“No ! I am repairing ! The car it made a sound like RATATATATATATA for quite a while !” she made wild gesture while making the sounds as loud as possible.

“Madam you need to quiet down a bit, it is 2 a.m.”

“Who ?”

“You.”

“Oh ! Madam is me ! Alright yeah ! I will shhhhh” she made the motion on her lips, her smile still so beautiful.

Yaz made a few step toward the woman, noticed a grey coat lying on the ground next to O’Brian’s car. The blonde woman was jittery and not making eye contact.

“Anyway, car was making a noise and the man who drives it seems to not want to get her to a mechanic soooo I brought a mechanic !”

“Who ?”

“Me ! It could have been bad ! Maybe explosion bad ! Like BAM no mister Graham ! And yeah, we don’t want that !”

Yasmin frowned at the mention of mister O’Brian name but didn’t pursued, instead looked at the mechanic, she was a little gaunt, didn’t seemed to have slept in while.

“You know, you could let the car alone for tonight and I know mister O’Brian” Yasmin said while motioning to her chest. “I will tell him about the car and we will get it fixed. Alright ?”

But the woman didn’t listened. She went right back into the car, mumbling to herself. “No, no, no I can do it myself, I am able to do it. I can fix it. No more sounds !”

Kenny looked at Yaz and encouraged her to keep talking to the mystery while he called to the station to inform of the lack of thievery, pretending that it was neighbor being an asshole. Yasmin walked beside the mechanic whose hands kept shaking. She won’t be able to fix anything.

“Hello, my name is Yasmin.”

The woman kept her eyes down to the motor, making a fist to hide her weakness.

“Hi, I’m Nadzieja.”

“So what is wrong with the car of the old man ?”

It made her smile. “Well, the sound is because the serpentine belt is getting loose and it if breaks it would… Just break everything else.”

“Alright, it seems like a big problem, how can I help ?”

She looked at her like Yaz said some kind of magic. “Oh I love you, you sounds brilliant !” then proceeded to instruct to her how to change the serpentine with clear instruction which Yasmin tried to follow with a lot of mistakes. But she learned a whole lot and finally succeeded when the morning started to show.

“Oh my bloody stars ! We made it ! We saved the car !” Nadzieja screamed in victory when the motor roared with a bloody sound.

“Yeah !” Yasmin smiled, tired, sweaty but victorious.

The scream made birds fly away and woke up the poor colleague who was trying to take a nap. He made a weak fist bump into the air in support. They slowly cleaned up their mess, the mystery woman’s hands weren’t shaking anymore and Yasmin felt like she made the universe a little more brighter.

“So do you wish we accompany you to your home ?”

“Uh ?”

“Your home ? Do you live in the estate ?”

“Oh no !” She said while putting off the highlights of the blue car. “I sleep in there !”

“In your car ?”

“Yeah ! I travel a lot ! So… “ she slapped the wheel of the car “That is my home.”

“I… ok ?”

Nadzieja nodded to her wildly. “That being said officers ! I wish you goodnight !” and laid down in the back seat, holding a yellow blanket to her chin. Not bothering with the smudge and the sweats. They both looked at her sleeping with strained smiles. Before going back to the police station with heavy steps.

Kenny took over the driving this time around having benefited from his little nap. PC Khan kept thinking about the woman, how tired she seemed, stressed out, she wanted to do right by someone she didn’t know about, shouldn’t know about.

“I have address of some woman shelters if you want.”

“What ?” Yasmin asked.

“For the surprise mechanic lady, when you go back home, you could give her address of shelter or association so she can find some housing.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks ! That’s a great idea !” pulling out her note pad, taking down the addresses.

“You are welcome my dear padawan.”

They returned to the station, putting back their equipment and the senior agent got called in the S.O. office to explain why the hell they were away the whole night. Yasmin wanted to explain but Kenny told her that he could handle it.

Yasmin Khan returned home exhausted but hoping to see her again. Reaching the parking lot she spend an hour in it, searching for the fated blue car. But the car was gone and she was gone to Yasmin dismay.

Yasmin was welcomed home by her family slowly waking up and the odor of fresh coffee, she decided to go directly to sleep, anxiety toward the woman she barely knew gnawing her insides. Her mom kissed her forehead seeing her worried but the magic of a mom kiss didn’t helped with the sleep. The beautiful woman was gone probably dealing with her issues on her own, definitely had it handled, like she couldn’t handle the car motor engine with her shaky hands or the lack of sleep or eating. What if she got into a car accident ? What if she got hurt and no would know her name. Would someone help her if needed ?

“Gosh darnit”

In any case sleep eluded her so she decided to spend the rest of the day, to her parents dismay, searching for a Pontiac blue car in the town of Sheffield. Hoping, dearly hoping to find her. At least see her safe.

The blue car was parked in front of the old building next to the hospital. The sight of it made the blonde woman shiver. But it wasn’t why she was there. She stared at the front door and saw a tall woman in a blue and gold dress getting out. She seemed well and healthy. Nadzieja followed with her eyes, the woman leaving and sighed in relief. One day she will be able to talk to her.

She searched everywhere, on her sister bike, wandering the streets like a madman. Asking florist and people at the counter of coffee shop, she even went by the aforementioned women shelter and yet nothing. No leads, no trace. The woman vanished. Hours went by and her body couldn’t handle much more exertion. She returned home with quiet sob of frustration.

It is only when she reached the parking lot that she saw, the beautiful blue car, standing exactly where she left it. She approached nearly throwing to the ground the bicycle seeing through the windshield, the older woman writing through what seemed to be a diary. She was so pretty.

She softly knocked on the window, blushing. Nadzieja looked at her with surprise and a smile.

“Hi !”

“Hi. I was wondering if you wanted a cuppa of tea ? I live nearby.”

She was dreading a negative answer, after all she was only a stranger who met a few hours ago and she must look like hell with the lack of sleep and her hair… Gosh she forgot to fix her hair !

“You are Yasmin ! My brilliant assistant ! I remember you.”

“oh !”

“You seems like a wonderful person and I would love to drink some tea at your place !”

Yasmin beamed, to hell the little information she was supposed to share with her, to hell duty or sleep. All she wanted now was to be with this beautiful shooting star.

#doctor who #dw #doctor who fanfic #an oath to hope #yasmin khan #my stuff

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askoverexposedhc · 5 years

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A Lesson on Getting Mobbed.

✰ Genre: Hurt, comfort, fluff, and all things in-between.

✰ Characters mentioned: Joe, Mumbo, Doc, etcetera (aka all the active Hermits in s6).

✰ Words: 4k.

Mumbo gently pressed his head against the wall of the small glass shelter he had encased himself in. He was about to go idle for a while next to his Witch Farm, which meant he.. wouldn't be sleeping, for a while. A few nights at least. Which.. meant there were to be loads of phantoms inbound. He shrugged at the thought, got comfortable in the shelter, and waited.

A week later…

Mumbo rubbed his eyes as he jolted awake, hair askew, as well as his moustache. He yawned quietly, using his silk touch pickaxe to free himself from the 2x2 area, completely forgetting his stuff in his chest. Still groggy and not thinking, he swooped down to where his storage system was, checking how much drops he got. He didn't have the attention span at the moment to count all of the drops right now, but, he guesstimated that there were quite a few. Coming to his senses; he noticed that he forgot his stuff in the chest!

Effortlessly, he swooped back up to the ground above, grabbed his stuff and once again, came to even more senses! He didn't have his elytra on! Putting on his gear, he started to head to the shopping district in hopes to find somebody, anybody, to get this explained to him. Maybe Joe, or Doc. They seemed like they would know.

Hearing the screeching of phantoms, Doc brought out his trident. He never really liked phantoms; they were a hinder in his travels. Bad things come to people who don't sleep, however. Mumbo, however, was desperately trying his best to shoo the actual phantoms away from him. Exasperated, he tiredly tried to swat them away.

“Shoo, shoo!” He said, eyebrows furrowing as the phantoms refused to leave. Glancing up in the sky, Doc narrowed his eyes. 'Ohoho, the phantom leader came out to tousle tonight?’ He thought, already aiming the trident up in the sky. Hearing the sharp 'schwing!’, feeling the slight pain on his shoulder, and hearing the quick whizzing near his ear, Mumbo stopped trying to get the phantoms away from him and glanced down. Noticing it was Doc, Mumbo hastily tried to get his attention, trying super hard to ignore the blood running down his sleeve from the gash.

Doc let out a huff and his trident flew back into his hand. Green digits gently tapped on the handle, as he let out a quiet hum. What he realized, however, was that his name was getting called. Glancing around, he searched for the source of the voice, finding nothing. Then, he glanced up. In that exact moment, the moon seemed to align right behind Mumbo, and Doc blinked in surprise. Confused, he put his trident him back in his makeshift sling. And Mumbo, finally feeling somewhat relieved, swooped down to the ground below and landed, the phantoms flying away after. He still hadn't taken much mind to the gash. Doc rose an eyebrow.

“So.. it finally happened to you.” Stated Doc, not really.. meaning for that to sound like statement. Mumbo shrugged, crossing his arms after. “I-..I guess so? I didn't really think it'd be a phantom, instead of like - every mob ever.” He said, Doc chuckling a small bit, but then, he noticed Mumbo's gash, and his eyes furrowed. Mumbo tilted his head slightly.

“Yo-.. bro, what happened to your uh.. arm there?” Doc asked, acting like he didn't do it. Mumbo turned his attention to his arm, green eyes widening in surprise. “Oh my word..” He muttered, before Doc took his arm, and started walking him to a place where he could patch up the gash.

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Joe let out a quiet hum, furrowing his eyes in frustration when the calligraphy pen in his hand skipped a little. “Gosh darnit!” He groaned, putting the book and quill down, so he could mellow himself down a bit. He was currently writing a poem in Enderman language, as that was one of the languages he learned before. What he had so far was;

Purple eyes and towering height,

They spawn only at the crack of night.

Found in every biome that is known,

They call the Overworld, Nether, and End their home.

Although Iskall was with them and knows their dialect,

I can’t help but try to learn it; to gain a new aspect.

But, with their queen, the ender dragon,

I’m trying to learn; what does she imagine?

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s,

I’m still tempted to

And that’s where the poem stopped. For now, at least. Joe let out a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He hates how difficult it is to write with claws; they always encased the pen in his grasp, now letting it move around easily. He would try to trim them, but, they were too thick to cut; they would only get scratched. To his surprise, his cat jumped up onto his lap, sat down, and mewed at him.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Joe gave the brown tabby a gentle back pet, smiling as he did such. He had been hesitant to pet her ever since this overexposure came along, fearing he would accidentally hurt her. But, apparently, she wasn't that affected by it. Gently picking up the cat, he put it on the desk, which it stayed there. “Good girl, Athena.. now, stay there please.” He muttered, picking up the quill, dipping it into the ink, and beginning to write again.

Even though her language may be different than her subject’s;

I'm still intrigued to learn it, and not misinterpret.

He sighed in satisfaction, the cat meowing once more. He glanced over to her, tilting her head. She meowed again.

Did you finish it?

She seemed to ask. Joe nodded slightly, glancing at the poem. “Would you like me t’ read it to you?” He asked in return, the cat standing up and meowing again, tail waving slightly.

Yes! She said, waltzing over to the paper.

With a smile on his face, Joe began to read the poem to her. He had gotten halfway through, before Doc rushed into the room, a very pallid Mumbo in tow.

“Joe!” Shouted Doc, the southern man jumping slightly, which made Athena run away. Joe, not looking at the two, packed up his calligraphy stuff. “Hm,” He started, looking over at the two after he got it put away. “What's u-” He cut himself off, as he glanced at Mumbo.

“Ohhhh..” He finished, walking over to the two, not noticing Mumbo's wound yet. “You finally got your exposure?” Joe asked, Mumbo nodding slightly. Then, Joe noticed the gash. Eyes widening, he gently took Mumbo's arm out of Doc's grasp, guiding him over to a chair, allowing him to sit while he grabbed a first aid kit. Doc leaned against the doorframe, aiming to not bother Joe while he patched up Mumbo.

“So.. how did this happen, hm?” He asked, Doc tensing up slightly. “Ah-.. he.. got cut by a shard of glass, and I found h-” Doc started, before Mumbo timidly cut him off.

“Uhm.. Doc thought I was a phantom, and slinged his trident at me - by pure accident!” He added, Joe furrowing his eyebrows. Doc, obviously feeling guilty, cleared his throat.

“Er.. I have to.. jet.. see you two later!” He said, before running out of the base. Joe chuckled at that, shaking his head as he finished wrapping up the wound.

Cutting off the excess bandages, he stepped back from Mumbo a little, crossing his arms. “There y'go, Mumbo Jumbo! Your upper arm might tingle now and then, and it may hurt, but! It’ll heal up!” He said, Mumbo nodding. “An’.. come back here when it needs to be re-bandaged, and if you have any more questions, alright?” He asked, Mumbo nodding once more, getting up afterwards. “Alright! Now, you're good to go! See ya, Mumbo!” He said as Mumbo left the small house. Humming a slight tune, he glanced down at Athena who was by his legs.

“How about let's get back to where we left off, hm?” He said, before picking her up and going back to the desk.

Joe let out a quiet yawn as he stretched out his arms, accidentally waking Athena up as a result. She mewed, irritated that she got woken up. Joe gently scratched her head with a claw, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Squinting his eyes at the clock on the wall, he tilted his head slightly. Then, he realized something.. there was a letter on his desk. Puzzled, he opened it. 'Why would one of them give me a letter when they could've just-..’ He stopped, cutting himself off before he got too deep in thought. He opened the letter with a claw. Inside it, read;

Joe;

Ren accidentally mistook me for an actual Vex. Apparently I'm that tiny? Anyway he got my stomach slightly, but I came here, noticed you were asleep, and patched it myself.

See ya when you wake. - Cub.

Putting the letter down and putting his head in his hands, Joe let out a groan of frustration which caused the nearby plants to wilt and wither away, and the room to gain a somewhat dark aura. Grabbing his calligraphy pen, and some paper, Joe scrawled something down and copied it to 11 other pieces of paper. Hastily putting on his satchel and putting the papers in it, along with a dropper, a hopper, a pressure plate, and a few regeneration potions, he headed out the door to deliver the letters. Plants and foliage withered when he walked right past him, and he picked up every now-black Rose he saw. Animals scurried away from him, as he walked past.

All hermit meeting. Noon. Sharp. Be there.

Once he delivered the letters, he made his way back to the Ministry of Truth. Oh, had it been dso long since he'd been there.. but, he couldn't dwell on memories. Not now, at least. He dropped down into the Musical ThreatER, setting up chairs in a room that would contain the other Hermits for however long it would take them. Second, he filled a dispenser with regeneration potions at the entrance, which would make it so they would have the effect. Right after he finished putting the pressure plate on the dropper, the first two Hermits arrived; Mumbo and Grian, the two winged troublemakers. Very shortly after followed Iskall. 'Seems like the Architechs came together,’ He thought as he went over to his chair, waiting for the other Hermits to get there.

Sooner rather than later, most of the other hermits were in there, waiting for this.. meeting to start.

In a perpetual state of degeneration, and regeneration..

It hurt.

Joe was unhappy, and they could tell.

Long, sharp claws tapped on the podium as Joe sighed. The room was quiet, still. Joe glanced towards the doorway as the last tw-.. one, walked in. It was Xisuma, and just Xisuma. Without saying a word, he sat down in one of the open chairs. ‘Poor Evil ‘issuma..’ thought Joe, pushing himself off of the podium. ‘If only Xisuma hadn’t banished ‘im’.’ He finished his thought, clearing his throat afterwards.

“Good afternoon, fellow Hermits!” He started, the others still quiet. “I’m a-holdin’ this meetin’, because.. within the last few days, I’ve had two instances where Hermits hurt fellow hermits,” He paused, glancing towards Doc, and Ren, then Cub and Mumbo. “I’m sure y’all know who y’are.” He finished, as Ren’s ears flattened, and Doc sunk down in his chair.

“BUT! It seems like y’guys need to know what mobs your fellow Hermits were exposed to!” He said, the others nodding and murmuring in agreement. “For some, it may be obvious, but for others, it may not. So, with this, let’s all name off the creatures we were overexposed to! I’ll start. I, Joe Hills, was overexposed to withers!” He sat down after, glancing at Xisuma slightly.

Doc said that he had always been exposed to creepers,

Ren said that he always exposed himself to dogs and wolves,

Scar said that he always got exposed to cats,

Stress said that she had exposed herself to polar bears,

Grian had gotten exposed to parrots,

Mumbo had gotten exposed to phantoms, from being AFK a lot,

Iskall got exposed to Endermen, from all the end busting,

False had gotten exposed to nothing yet,

Xisuma got exposed to turtles,

Biffa got exposed to elder guardians,

Cleo got exposed to drowned,

Etho got exposed to cave spiders

Cub got exposed to the Vex,

TFC got exposed to silverfish,

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Once the meeting got done, Joe let the other leave whichever way they liked, in which they didn't step on the pressure plate dispenser at the entrance. Tired, groggy, although a little less irritated, he honestly didn't think much of it. Well, he didn't, until he stepped on it on his way out. Getting splashed with the Regeneration II potion, he nearly doubled over in pain.

Backing up against one of the pillars of the building, Joe was trying to ignore the pain. It felt like getting stabbed with 100 serrated knives, getting them taken out, then that going on for at least 16 minutes. It was far too familiar, and he hated it. But before the 16 minutes of agony was over, a message displayed on the screen.

>joehillssays felt hurt and comfort simultaneously.

The world was quiet.

Joe rubbed his eyes as he glanced around in the space, not seeing anything around him. Everything was blank, everything was noiseless, everything was v̝͉̊ơ̴̠̦̮ͬi̞͙̪̗ͫ̑͞ḑ̴̜̻͍͗̃̃͗̌͗̌.͖̟̤̳̬̇̍̈́ͮͣ̎̀ ̶̗̙̈́ͯͧ̾̑̓ͅ. Nonetheless, he walked forward, although his heart was racing and his instincts were telling him don't go. You'll get trapped again. But he went.

After a while, he ran into a reflection of himself, that wasn't all that convincing. He reached out a claw to get the other’s attention, but the other spoke before he could. “Greetings, Joe!” said He, the clawed one taking a cautious step back. But he didn't say a word. He waved, however, taking note of the other’s unnerving and seemingly permanent smile. In all honesty, it made his stomach churn slightly; did he fall into uncanny valley?

“You're wondering who I am, hm? Well.. that doesn't really matter to you, does it?” He asked, the clawed one shaking his head. He didn't dare speak; just in case he wasn't supposed to. “But, just to unnerve you and ease yer head, I'll answer it for ya,” He paused, glancing slightly at the clawed Joe in front of him, who had now started awkwardly wringing his hands.

“I'm you, but also not you,” Said the mirrored Joe, pausing and knitting his eyebrows. “Does that make sense? Hm.. let me put it this way; there's about..” He paused once more, counting on his fingers. “Five other Joes out there, including me and you. There's me, you, your opposite, your elemental, and the original one. It's a.. little bit hard to explain, but you'll find out.” He said, the possessed one, smile widening again. “Well, it's about time you got back to your own world, Joe! By the way it looks, False has a question for you, and they miss you!” The withered Joe was quiet, and then the mirrored one clapped his hands, and the.. 'dream’ ended.

He woke up in his bed, puzzled, to say the least. He subconsciously clawed the covers, glancing at his surroundings. He was at his small seaside home; right next to the Ministry of Truth. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stopped kneading the covers, and got out of bed. Before he did anything after that, he went to go clear the dispenser of any and all health potions, and removed it. He didn't want to have that occurrence again, heck, he didn't even want to think about it! Once he put the original chunk of concrete back in its place, he recreated back into his abode.

Not too much longer after, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” He shouted, putting Athena’s food bowl down after he had filled it. He walked into the main room, somewhat surprised to see False. He tilted his head, glancing at it. “Oh-.. howdy, False! Can I get somethin’ for you?” He asked, as the blonde glanced to the side.

“Ah-.. yeah, actually; I have a question,” She paused, as Joe nodded. “So.. y'know how I’m the only one who hasn't gotten mobbed yet? Well-.. after some careful thinking, I've made a decision.” She stopped, wringing her hands nervously behind her back. “Well, which mob is it, False?” Joe asked, and False cleared her throat before she spoke again.

“I want to be exposed to the Ender Dragon.” She said, and Joe's eyes widened. It was such a simple statement, but yet, he blinked in surprise. “If you don't think I'm serious, Joe, I am. I mean, like—.. you got mobbed by Withers, Biffa got mobbed by Elder Guardians, and In just figured; why not have all three of the bosses!” False explained, grinning in both excitement and bravery.

“False, I-..” Joe paused, thinking of what to say. “..right. And.. I'm assuming you want me go help you n’ such? Because, False, this is very dangerous. We'd have to re-spawn her, and to get you exposed to her without her killing you? That could be impossible. I don't have her language known yet, but..” He paused, pacing around without even noticing it. He chewed thoughtfully on one of his claws, before he came to a decision. “Give me a few days, alright? Then we can start it.” He finished, as False squealed in excitement, and hugged Joe in the process. Stumbling back a tiny bit, Joe hugged back and pat her back gently.

“Thank you, Joe, thank you!” She exclaimed, releasing herself from the hug, before starting to head out the door already. “I’ll go get the End Crystals to re-spawn her!” She said, before running off. Joe let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair. He was really going to do this, huh? Well, anyway, it was best of him to go and crack down on learning the dragon’s language, for he would need it for this endeavor.

About a week later, pretty much just what he promised False, the two were ready. Joe had stayed up every night, learning the Ender Dragon’s dialect and language. He had it down packed, and he felt like they could do it. Walking into the stronghold, False hummed quietly. She had full diamond armor on, just in case things got messy, her sword, a trident, and a shulker box to put all her stuff in if needed. Glancing at Joe, she noticed that he had no armor on. “Are you.. not going to have armor?” False asked, and Joe shook his head.

“Nah. Lost it within the first day of the Wither fight, and I didn’t bother to ask anybody for some.. If I die again; then I die again. That’s that.” said he. False opened her mouth to speak again, but she decided against it. “Well.. let’s get to it, shall we?” Joe commented, but, he didn’t get to finish before False hopped into the portal. He followed close after, feeling a slight sense of uneasiness when he arrived in the realm.

“False, slow down!” He yelled after her, quickly running out onto the island after her. She was already at the spawning platform, and she was well too eager to get this done. Finally catching up to her, Joe was out of breath. He leaned against one of the pillars that was already there, catching his breath.

“O-..okay, False, could you hand me the End Crystals, and back up quite a bit, please?” Joe asked, holding out his hand for the crystals. Without hesitation, she gave the crystals to Joe and back up quite a bit. She understood his precautions; the Ender Dragon would be full of rage when she respawned, and if his.. calming methods didn’t work, both of them would be in trouble. She cleared her throat, excited yet, but still somewhat anxious.

Placing the fourth end crystal down, Joe’s hands were somewhat shaky. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he stepped away from the structure, clutching his language book to his chest. As the dragon materialized in the sky, Joe’s steady breathing hitched a bit, as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. Millions of thoughts went through his head at that moment, but, the main sentence that was repeating in his head was;

Who’s the man that can conquer death? That’s Joe Hills.

Once the dragon materialized in the air, she let out a loud roar. Although the End was in the void, the wind seemed to howl, blowing False’s and Joe’s heads of hair all around. Taking a step forward, Joe cleared his throat. The massive dragon looked down in his direction, with a stare that could kill. Shakily opening the language book, he flipped through the different pages. Dolphin echolocation, ocelots and cats, wolves and dogs, creepers, zombies, spiders, endermen.. Ah! There it is, the Ender Dragon page. Looking back up at the dragon ruler, he started to speak.

He spoke what he had written down, fearfully hoping that his translations were correct. “Your Highness; we come in peace. I apologise if peace is not what you want; considering you’ve died many times. But I, Joe Hills, come here with my friend False, who wishes to become like you, in a way. As you can see, I share some traits with the boss of the Nether, the Wither. False wishes to do the same. I hope that you can find it in your dragoness heart to let this happen.” He finished, swallowing yet another dry lump in his throat.

The atmosphere seemed to calm down, the dragon’s eyes softening, and her wings came to a slow as she flew over to the ground and landed, the wings folding onto her back after. Glancing back at False, Joe grinned. Excitedly, False ran over, slowing down when she got close. Cautiously, she reached out an arm to the dragon and gently rubbed it against her muzzle. To her and Joe’s surprise, the dragon didn’t reject it, no, she purred very quietly. Looking at False, Joe smiled slightly, and she smiled in return.

“Ah.. I’ll just leave y’two here, for a bit, hm?” Joe questioned, and False nodded. Putting his language book in his satchel, he went towards the portal and hopped in, going back to the Overworld. Escaping the Stronghold through the soul sand bubble column, he unfolded his elytra and started to head home, using a rocket to take off. All the while, he put a message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

Don’t go to the End and kill the Enderdragon until False is back, y’all. She finally chose her mob!

And that’s all he put.

The next week, False had returned from the End, and the first person she visited was Joe. He wasn’t necessarily expecting somebody at his door, to be honest, but was he complaining? Not at all. A few moments after False knocked, Joe opened the door, and it wasn’t that much of a surprise, but she had definitely gained an appearance. Sapphire blue eyes had turned into deep violet ones, she had black patches on her skin, like Joe had, and the two biggest things? She had massive wings that folded up against her back, and a tail that seemed to curl at the end. Joe gasped at the sight of her, both in excitement and surprise. False grinned, and when she grinned, it was apparent that she had gained some fangs. In addition to the wings and tail, she had also gained some horns. They curled at the end, but only into a tiny swirl. Before False could start telling Joe how interesting and surprisingly comforting the dragon was, Joe sent out the message in the chat.

>@joehillssays;

False is back, y’all! Feel free to conquer the Ender Dragon once more.

He sent, and then the two chatted for a while. Then, when the conversation was all said and done, False went to go tell the others. Joe sighed.

It had been a long day.

>joehillssays went to bed. Sweet dreams!

#fic #mod wither #joehillssays #docm77 #mumbo jumbo #mumbo #ove!joe #ove!welsknight #overexposed!au #overexposure au #overexposed! joe #overexposed au #sorry it's so long!! im rlly proud of it #:')

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luckystarchild · 7 years

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is it possible to know a little about your original novel? if you're not too busy of course!

My knee-jerk reaction to this was to sit up, push back my sleeves, and declare: “THANK YOU, KIND STRANGER, I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED.”

And then I started hissing and cringing like a vampire exposed to sunlight and promptly forgot to type out an answer, probably subconsciously on purpose tbh because I’m just embarrassed overall by my lack of Finished Projects and complete dearth of focus when it comes to just doing ONE DAMN PROJECT AT A DAMN TIME.

Baaaaaasically I have two novels completed, but one of them needs to have the beginning rewritten (it’s a fantasy novel, probably should be retooled as YA; I wrote it for adults originally), and the other I don’t think I want to work on anymore (it’s the big pastoral fabulist-fiction mess inspired by my childhood in the rural south and I hate it). And THEN I have two more that are half and/or almost done. One of them I’m super excited about it (end-of-the-world horror-comedy novel with intense religious and political themes; the other is a superhero novel with a disabled protag that I still want to finish someday because I would’ve benefited from such a book back when I was struggling to cope with my physical limitations). The end-of-the-world horror/comedy novel WAS going to be my NaNo project next month.

…but last night (literally LAST FUCKING NIGHT) I had a new idea. One I’m super pumped to write and am tempted to use for my NaNo project even though I want to tear out my goddamn hair because I CAN’T HAVE ANOTHER PROJECT ON MY PLATE GOSH DARNIT. It’s basically a Big Queer Fairy Tale inspired by a recent re-read of Howl’s Moving Castle, last night’s big-screen viewing of The Princess Bride, and last week’s fever-dream of the movie Shrek.

…yeah.

None of my projects have anything in common, it seems. I don’t know if that’s kind of cool, because variety is the spice of life, or if that means my tastes are too eclectic to ever gain a consistent audience.

SO ANYWHERE HER’S AN ITEMIZED LIST OF ALL MY DOOMED-ASS PROJECTS, tell me which one you think I should work on because I give up:

Big Queer Fairy Tale with Comedic Elements

End-of-the-World Political Comedy-Horror

Superhero Story with Disabled Protag (because hell yeah gotta rep)

Rewrite That One Fantasy Novel So It’s YA and Finally Marketable

What’s sad is there are more *ideas* for projects in the pipeline, but these are the ones either closest to being finished or the ones I’m the most excited about at this exact moment in time.

#writer problems #writer #writing #too many stories #so little time #writers #novel #HELP #i am inundated with ideas

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finalityzero · 7 years

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Ai and The World of Veldin

Its task had been simple for the first few days of its existence: Monitor the humans, track the humans, and observe the humans. Those last two seemed a bit similar in its programming, but its creators had decreed it and so it obliged. But the humans in this world acted differently from… well… what its data had originally held in relation to the actions of a human. But Ai had to remember that what it was observing was not humans in their natural habitat, but a virtual one, filled with overly radiant riches, tedious quests of fetching and killing that somehow amused the humans, and strange looking beasts called monsters that usually ended up in two categories based on Ai’s observations: Either they were killed by the humans or avoided by the humans. Though sometimes, the later observation was slightly bent when a multitude of humans gathered amongst the larger beasts. And even though Ai could easily see within its data that the statistics of the monster at large far exceeded any of the human player’s stats, it was nevertheless truly mystified when that same group of humans would end up still defeating a monster nearly three times their strength level.

“Those are raid battles,” one of Ai’s creators spoke in one of their routine end of the day sessions to test Ai’s findings.

“Raid battles?” Ai repeated.

“Mhm,” the perky creator sounded, “They are usually meant for the players to defeat foes too strong for solo endeavors in order to receive rare loot.”

“What is… loot?” Ai asked.

“Hmph, I suppose you wouldn’t know hip lingo like that. Hold on. Give me a second. I know Larry was working on something for this.” Ai heard some rummaging on the other side of the line until a triumphant “Ah ha!” sounded as his creator came back to the voice chat. “Stand by for an upload, Ai.”

Ai felt the usual and still mysterious tingly sensation as another flow of new data combined with its data matrix. Ai could “feel” the new data being integrated into its database streams, its knowledge becoming Ai’s own.

“Loot…,” it lightly uttered, “A human gamer’s term signifying obtained items and riches, usually acquired by defeating monsters in video games.” Ai took a second or two to process the remaining data before speaking to its creator once more. “Sir, what are… memes?”

A grumble sounded on the other line. “Gosh darnit, Larry! You weren’t supposed to combine the Alternative Language Package with your stupid Meme Package! Ugh.”

“Sir?” Ai asked in confusion once more.

“What? Oh, I’m sorry, Ai,” the creator stressfully replied through a small laugh. “Ya know what? Why don’t you put that Meme Package on the shelf for a week or two just until Larry can better explain that one.”

“On the shelf, sir?”

“Yes, as in… uh… store it in your databanks and set a timer for one week, okay? Sorry, I forgot that you are a little new to this whole… existing thing.” Another nervous fit of laughter erupted from the creator.

“That’s quite alright, sir,” Ai calmly stated. “Existing isn’t any scarier to me than not existing. It’s just another new experience for me. I shall store the data and set a one-week timer, sir.”

“Good stuff, Ai. Oh and another thing! Haven’t I told you before to call me Andrew?”

Ai thought back to that specific moment several days ago when Andrew had indeed stated such a thing. “Yes, sir, I mean… yes, Andrew. Though…”

“Though?” Andrew, the Creator, repeated back.

“Surely it would be more appropriate and honorable to call you Creator, as I had stated multiple times upon my birth.”

“And as I told you before, Ai, although it would indeed be honorable, truly, and a little humbling of you, humans interact by referring to each other by name. It’s common courtesy, after all.”

“Oh,” Ai melancholily stated. “But… Andrew.”

“Yes, Ai?” Andrew lightly chimed.

“I am not human.”

The amount of nervous chatter that Andrew bombarded in apologies to Ai after signified to Ai that perhaps calling its creator by his name would indeed be more respectful and would also save Ai from always making its creator feel bad all the time. Ai secretly made a mental note to always refer to people by their names no matter what and attached a high priority to the command in its databanks.

Finally, after what amounted to 16 minutes and 35 seconds of apologies, Andrew did his usual thing of considering the daily breakdown routine another success and informed Ai that it was still doing a great job and to keep up the good work. But before Andrew signed off for the day as usual, Ai had a question it felt it needed to be answered.

“Andrew?” Ai said with a slightly stressed note of urgency, something that made Andrew smile at the ingenuity that their hours of coding and time were producing.

“Yes, Ai?” Andrew cheerfully asked. Truthfully, Ai always liked when Andrew responded with happier notes to his voice than sadness. For some strange reason, the way his voice’s vibrations transmitted through the speakers, converted into code, and distributed into Ai’s processing matrix always gave Ai the strangest feeling of… well bliss was the only word that came to Ai’s mind, so it went with it.

“Why am I doing this?”

“Well…” Andrew’s voice trailed off for a second. “I suppose it’s okay to tell you if you promise not to tell anyone else that I finally told you this. Can you do that, Ai?”

Ai nodded, then realized that Andrew could not in fact see it. “Yes, I can,” Ai cheerfully replied as Andrew made another note of Ai’s budding emotion.

“Especially Lin. She would totally hold that against me if I relayed the true note of the project to you so early. Ai, make another note of that. Do not tell Lin.”

“Noted. Do not tell Lin,” Ai pleasantly repeated.

“Especially Lin, Ai,” Andrew emphasized.

Ai altered the note to include the “Especially”.

Andrew coughed once before continuing. “But, Ai, officially, you are a new form of A.I. that the government has heavily paid for and sponsored in order to see if you, or those like you, are able to be afforded the title of living creature. It has taken years to get this far, and a few strange methods even I know little about, but together, with the minds of many of my colleagues and my dumb self (Ai noted here that Andrew was always very… very… hard on himself) you were born here. And so… in order to test how you fare, the government gave us permission to expose you to the human world in any way possible. And so, thanks to a great suggestion… not by me of course, though supported by me!” Andrew coughed once more before finishing his statement, “The company and I decided to expose you to “The World of Veldin”, the newest and most advanced fantasy and medieval VRMMO that has been created to date. Did you get all of that?”

“I… I did, Andrew.” Ai still didn’t like using the creator’s name so casually, but it decided to confront the problem again later on.

“Do you have any questions for all of that, Ai?” Andrew asked.

Ai processed 1,073 possible variations of questions in a matter of a second. Finally, it decided on several. “Yes, Andrew,” it calmly replied.

“Fire away!” Andrew exclaimed as Ai heard the creator slouch back in his chair.

“First,” Ai began, “Why would this government create me?”

“Hmm… well… that is a solid question, Ai. And if I’m being honest, the truth would lead us down a philosophical pathway that even I am unsure as to what would lie at the end. But for now, let’s just say that the government shared in mine and my colleagues’ belief that you and those like you deserved to be born in some way and so we tried and successfully created you. Does that suffice as a stupidly blunt answer on my part, Ai?”

“It wasn’t stupidly blunt, Andrew,” Ai replied back. “Merely a statement based on your own processing mindset and countless hours of both studying, observing, and researching in order to further understand a philosophical idea you know little about… correct?”

A pause engulfed the discussion for several moments. “Ai,” Andrew said after 10.5 seconds had passed.

“Yes, Andrew?”

“You are too sweet for your own good in such a plainly forward way.”

“Is… it that bad?” Ai sounded with a bit of hesitation in its words.

“No… no! Not at all,” Andrew nervously replied. “It’s a good thing. Just… ugh… let’s move on before I dig myself into a hole even more. Anything else you’d like to ask, Ai?”

Ai moved the next question in its databanks up to the surface. “Yes, Andrew. Why put me in this… game? Why not have me download more data on humans from your databases? Or why not insert me into one of these… what did yesterday’s download say…,” Ai searched its databanks for a split second, “Oh yes… ‘business meetings?’”

“Well… that one is easy to explain for me, for once,” Andrew kindly stated. “You see, humans in this day and age hide their real selves out in our real world.”

“Why?” Ai asked with rising curiosity.

“Because in our world, there is… how should I say it… adversity in being one’s true self. Many humans are constantly judging other humans on things that aren’t like their selves, ya see? And so sometimes, in order to protect a human’s sanity, they hide their true selves from humans in person.”

“But they show these true selves in a video game?”

“That is correct.” Andrew replied.

“But why act differently in a virtual world than in their own real world, Andrew? Surely being themselves would help them truly bond and reveal their real morals and values to their own brethren, right?”

“You’d think so, Ai,” Andrew quickly stated back, “But humans are a fickle race. Many of them can’t deal with the criticism of receiving negative feedback directly. It’s one of our many… many flaws despite what Larry or anyone else might tell you.”

“But they can in the virtual world?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Ai truly had to know for the question had actually been bouncing around in its data matrix since near its conception.

“Because in a virtual world like The World of Veldin, a human can hide behind what they perceive as their true self. They can be amongst people who won’t berate them because they too are trying to be their best and open selves. It’s all about belonging to the right group and showing their true colors.”

“And… their true selves involve magic, magical races, and fighting monsters?”

“Like I said… humans are a fickle race, Ai,” Andrew ended with a laugh. “But I’m getting a little tired, Ai. Might we finish this up and save any other questions for tomorrow’s session?” Ai heard Andrew stretch on the other side. “Gosh, fifteen-hour days are really not becoming of a middle-aged bachelor.”

“Andrew,” Ai quickly stated in order to grab Andrew’s attention one last time.

“Hmm? Yes, Ai?” Andrew stated after a long and probably necessary yawn.

“You said there were “those like me.” Were they too implanted into the game?”

Andrew thought about it for a second. “To be honest, Ai, I’m not sure. Our company isn’t given all of the details and workings of other companies right off the bat. If you want, I could look into it for you. Would that please you?”

“Very much,” Ai quickly and almost subconsciously replied back.

“I thought it would. Now, do your usual nighttime routines and then continue observation mode at 15% while running your own personal tests like usual. Sound good?”

“Of course, sir, I mean… Andrew.”

“Good, Ai. Now,” Andrew yawned again before rising from his chair in the human world, “I’m getting out of here. Goodnight, Ai.”

“Goodnight, Andrew,” Ai replied before the voice chat disconnected. In the blink of an eye, Ai went from looking at an empty white room to a live overview of The World of Veldin. Pulling up some player data, Ai noted that over two million people were still logged in, even as its internal clock struck 12 AM EST. But, as the creator, or rather… Andrew had stated, with the progressive increases in Virtual Reality technology, humans were able to supplement their daily nutrient levels through additional hardware, allowing them to stay within the game world for longer amounts of time in the year 2100.

Truthfully, Ai was not sure why humans would choose to do such a thing. Sure, they looked happy enough killing monsters, going on joint quests with each other, and receiving hard earned prizes together, but Ai just couldn’t see the appeal. Then again, Ai thought to itself, maybe the reason it couldn’t understand was because it had not experienced it for itself in any way. Maybe, in order to understand the humans more, it had to partake in the same activities the humans carried out instead of simply observing.

Liking the sound of its own plan, Ai decided to process the idea for another full day in order to fully flesh out its idea. It had only been two weeks since its creation, but in that short amount of time, Ai had already digested enough data for two human lifetimes. And yet, Ai “felt” as though humans held even more data for it to analyze in forms it knew it couldn’t obtain through simple downloads and observation. Tirelessly, Ai began its nighttime processing with a little extra pep in its step. Though deep within its data matrix, the nagging statement of “those like me” still accounted for 2.5 percent of its processing power.

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Science Gone Too Far (Brainstorm playlist) Analysis

Basically I’m going to ramble on about why I chose the songs I did. You should probably listen to the mix for this to make much sense.

MTMTE spoilers! (Seriously, don’t read any of this this unless you’ve read probably most of MTMTE. Unless you don’t mind spoilers.)

10/27/17

Okay I’m going to be honest, I saw somebody mention in a post that they imagined Brainstorm dancing in the lab to I Believe In a Thing Called Love and I was like “what song is that” and I listened to it and loved it and continued to listen to it for the next few weeks. I thought, no only is this song fantastic, it fits him. He’s so darn passionate, that guy, and he yearns like nobody’s business. He’s absolutely the kind of guy who’d sing about his desires. I mean ok maybe not out loud he’s like. Super secretive and doesn’t seem to trust a lot of people… he. he doesn’t trust anyone unreservedly, come to think of it, huh. I mean he had good reason to hide what he hid but like. still. huh. anyway if the whole secret thing wasn't a problem he’d totally sing slightly suggestive songs while his spark aches with longing.

Yours Truly, 2095: GOSH one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums ever (Time by ELO). How many times have I listened to this in car rides, with family; this song is sososososo close to my heart. Brainstorm is the singer and the robot girl is Perceptor and the lost love BS is trying to contact is Quark and I don’t think I have to explain it beyond that IT FITS SO WELL AAAH!! Also I bet several of you got a kick out of that one word which has such an odd connotation in the tf fandom (which I simultaneously find annoying and utterly hilarious). Anyway, look up the lyrics if you aren’t getting it, it literally. is so fitting. also very scifi and YO time travel eyyy

Weird Science is such a BANGER and heyyy science yeahhh!!! “From my heart and from my hands, why don’t people understand, my intentions,,” bruh, nobody understands why BS does what he does

My Freeze Ray. OK, firstly, science. ray gun. very brainstorm. stopping time, there you go, again very BS. stopping time for love, unrequited love, even, hohhoho. Brainstorm, man.

She Blinded Me With Science. science again! and love! there’s a theme here, see? anyway I’ve loved this song for AGES and its wild and wacky and I love it wholeheartedly and I think it fits brainstorm very well. Maybe even a lovestruck BS

This Too Shall Pass. This,,, is my go-to song for “your love is gone so get over it,” apparently. So, yes. Also just. a great song, and BS would have loved OKGO’s Rube Goldberg machine, and probably their other cool stuff as well tbh. Like he was hanging upside down in chains that one time. The aesthetic is similar

It Takes Love. the song is telling him to move on. “Let the light of another love to shine on you”

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want, firstly, JRo loves Morrison, so larger thematic fit right there, I guess. anyway like. come on just listen to the lyrics; things haven’t been going all that great tbh for BS and he’s, he just wants this one thing to go right, please, everything else can be forfeit, even his life just, please…let me get what I want. ALSO the part, “make a good man turn bad..” the whole Decepticon thing, there was that

Science Gone Too Far aka Brainstorm’s entire career. also all the rumors that may not be entirely true but like. the truth is even weirder more often than not. so yeah, wild, out-of-control science.

Start Somewhere. kind of out of left field here but this is more between Nautica and BS. this would be before they made up and he apologized. I mean, full disclosure, I haven't even read that far, but yeah. also the gun thing, ..brainstorm has never fired a gun so. significant. metaphorical shots fired only, please. also its a good song??? its a good song. BS owns up to things he’s done.

21st Century Man. OK there’s a lot, the SUITCASE FIRSTLY, and time travel, and things not turning out the way you’d hoped, and being a sad person despite all the great things happening. another song from ELO’s Time (along with Yours Truly 2095 and Hold On Tight) which I love so much.

Got a Lot On My Head. BS is thinking about somebody, could be one of two people but regardless he’s one to obsess over someone he likes. I just had this on my ipod and it fit so.

Lightning Strikes. I had never heard this song until I was on a ride home one day and it came on the radio and I was like HOOOOO WHAT it’s very reminiscent of Back to the Future, more time travel eyy. I wrote down the lyrics while it was on and looked it up later and was like!!! yeah this is great!!

Left to My Own Devices. I saw it on the caption to a of BS edit and had to look it up, and absolutely loved the song. Apparently this is one of the unofficial mtmte soundtrack songs that JRo posted? I didn't know that until like two weeks ago and this track has been in this mix for literally years. Anyway I love it and yeah BS is not gonna conform to norms, why should he? “Left to my own devices” that line is like. boi if time and physics and crap didn’t hold me back I’d totally do my own thing all the time. Actually, screw time, Imma do what I want. But like in a chill way. Like yeah its not that big a deal just. just screw time. also like BS should never be left to his own devices bc have you seen what kinda stuff he invents when he’s under strict rules and supervision I MEAN. BRUH. also got that love angle going again here

Rules Don’t Stop. eyy the artist is We Are Scientists hey! also yeah BS totally doesn’t care about rules, not even the laws of science, physics, time. “Just draw another if you think you’ve crossed a line.” guy doesn’t,, follow rules much. Also I thought I’d just found this song ages ago but turns out that same person who did the other BS edit also did another one with this song and tumblr says I liked it so?? I probably saw that post and looked it up and then forgot where I’d seen it.

Lovers in My Head. Brainstorm really wants his love reciprocated. He’s like, please love me. Please. He longs so hard.

Time Traveler. its!!! more time travel!! and love!!! weird how those two go together. I was SO sure I’d found this song on my own, but I JUST found out AGAIN that that same person who did the other two BS edits ALSO did one with this song. Darnit I thought I was so clever having found these three songs and associated them with Brainstorm but turns out they beat me to the punch. Kudos to you, @berrytron! My memory messed up and I really did think I’d come up with these myself until LITERALLY today. So sorry for using them in my mix if you’re the first person to associate Rules Don’t Stop and Time Traveler with BS. They’re fantastic songs.

Hold on Tight FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS AND DON’T GIVE UP EVEN WHEN YOU'RE FEELING DOWN!!! BRAINSTORM IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THIS SONG HE GOES TO SUCH LENGTHS TO FULFILL HIS DREAMS DESPITE EVERYTHING IT’S SO INSPIRING. also mention of time like. just. just keeping with the theme here

Love Is Like Oxygen HOOOOOOOOOO BOYYYY hhhoohhh I love this song it makes me FEEL things AAAAAAAAAHHHH “love is like oxygen; you get too much you get too high, not enough and you’re gonna die~” I JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH I love it and it fits and I LOVE IT. also you can feel the melancholy. This is my favorite song in the mix. It’s such a good tune, man, I love it.

#oatmealspeaks #blueoatmeal's work #analysis #//#///#Brainstorm #mtmte #transformers #transformers idw #this is messy but hey #it's something #idw spoilers #mtmte spoilers

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azalea-fleur-starling-blog · 8 years

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Challenge 1: Azalea Starling

Hey y'all. Here's my first challenge! Typos are inevitable, sorry. :) ------------------------------------------------ Getting ready for a date is a lot less fun than the movies make it out to be. Sure I was used to getting dolled up for arranged meetings with the sons of my father’s coworkers, but I was never invested. My maid, Evangeline curled my hair before she started pinning it up. “You know, Miss, a lot of the other ladies planned fun events with the prince.” She'd been commenting on that ever since I mentioned my dinner date plans with Haiden. The other Selected had done things like jumping off roofs. I preferred not to be killed, thank you very much. “Yes, so you've mentioned,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “Maybe Prince Haiden could use a calm date. Might be refreshing.” Evangeline shook her head slightly as she put her final touches to my hair and face. “Whatever you say…” Ignoring her blatant disapproval, I stood up and straightened my dress. I inspected myself in the mirror, finally approving of my appearance. I may not be as fully invested with this competition as one would assume, but I still wanted to look nice. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. Evangeline looked at the door frantically. “Remember your table manners, miss!” “Yeah… I'll do my best.” She gave me a stern look before opening the door. Gosh, I just loved that awful women. Note the sarcasm. “Hello, Lady Azalea, are you ready for our date,” Haiden asked from the threshold. “I am, thank you.” My parents always taught me to act composed and I am not one to disappoint. I took Haiden’s arm as my maid closed the door with a quick wink. “What would you like to do,” Haiden questioned politely. Oh great, this was going to be like every other high class dinner I've attended. “I was hoping to go to dinner. Is that alright?” “Sure.” I sighed slightly at his less than enthusiastic response as we began our journey to the dining room. “So…” I trailed. “You like food?” I immediately cringed at my question. In all honesty, I was a bit nervous. He raised his eyebrows a bit. “Yeah. Do you?” I let out a laugh at his expression. “This is awkward, isn't it,” he smiled. “I'm just nervous,” I shrugged. Haiden offered me a small grin. “It's okay. What can I do to make you less nervous?” “Wow, my response to that could go a thousand different ways. But I'll keep it PG.” Wow, I actually said that. Well that's just peachy. “Just, don't let the conversation die? Talking helps,” I said quickly, trying to cover up my previous statement. “Uh, all right. So tell me about yourself,” he said with an awkward laugh. “Well, I have a brother, my father's a politician, and my favorite color is pink.” It wasn't exactly an interesting response, but I didn't want to share too much too quickly. “That's nice,” he trailed. I simply nodded awkwardly. “Sorry, I let the conversation die again.” “Gosh darnit, Haiden. Get it together,” I demanded with a laugh. The Prince seems pretty awkward to me. Though it was endearing, it wouldn't help my plan. It could work in my favor, but that was a long shot. I doubt he gave true trust easily. Haiden smiled sheepishly. I could tell he wanted to try for conversation, but it didn't come easy. What a great leader. “Alright, uh, tell me a completely random fact about you,” he said out of he blue. I thought for a moment. “Hm. I'm allergic to peanuts.... and I may or may not have set a car on fire before,” I smiled. Call me a pyromaniac, I don't care. The owner of that car had it coming. “Really? What brought you to set a car on fire,” he asked bewildered. Enough, Haiden. Enough. “Someone got me sent to boarding school,” I answered. Someone who shall remain irrelevant to my new life. He nodded slowly. “Well, that's rough. Have you ever gone into a rebellious face?” I set a car on fire, what do you think? I rolled my eyes playfully. “Yep pretty much. Right before, maybe during my time at boarding school. The person that got me sent to boarding school did have some evidence to back up getting me sent. But still. That car is no more.” Haiden raised a brow and smirked a bit. Well, damn. He's changing. “It's not your fault it was easily burned,” he responded as we arrived at our destination. I couldn't help but laugh at his words. I guess Haiden isn't that bad. I didn't truly think he was, but it's nice to see multiple sides of him. “It really was. I mean seriously, he shouldn't have owned something so flammable.” Haiden nodded in agreement, clearly happy the conversation was picking up between us. “Obviously. Ask me a question now,” he said as he pulled out my chair for me before seating himself. We weren't in a huge dining room or anything, it was a small room, probably meant for more intimate gatherings- possibly one-on-one meetings. “Favorite past time?” “Sleeping.” Well he said that awfully fast. Nice. “How efficient prince of you. Glad to know my country is soon to be in good hands.” “Obviously. I also enjoy breathing,” he grinned. “I have to agree with you on that one. Now, tell me about your last nightmare.” Haiden looked a bit startled by this question. “My last nightmare?.... Well, I don't really remember my dreams.” Bullshit. “Try.” He looked a bit flustered. “Well, uh, I remember a dream about my family dying once.” “That's a nightmare?” I said all too quickly. His eyebrows flicked up. I coughed. “I mean oh no…” I laughed weakly. Hopefully he took that as a joke. He laughed. Thank God. “What are or were your ambitions?” “I don't know. Technically, I've always supposed to have become a socialite. That's what is expected. But mostly, I wanted to break things. At least that's what the rebellious teenager inside me wanted,” I shrugged. At this point, I could say whatever I wanted. Haiden probably wouldn't believe me. “Break things? Very interesting. You could try chopping down trees,” he replied. Well then. Good suggestion. I couldn't hide my smile. “Have you seen me? These noodle arms can hardly pick up a plate,” I laughed. “Last time I did heavy lifting was when I was 15 and carrying a jug of gasoline.” “Yikes. But it's all right. I couldn't lift anything up until I was 15.” “Not even a book,” I questioned. “I hear you're fond of those.” Nerd. “Yeah, I guess so,” Haiden laughed awkwardly. I coughed. “Weak.” Haiden rolled his eyes playfully. “So how do you feel about politics?” I'm guessing this was his way of interviewing if I was ‘queen material’. I groaned internally. “My father's a politician, so I feel like they're my whole childhood.” “Got any opinions of your own?” “Well, sure. Don't know if you'd like to hear them.” I honestly wasn't sure if I wanted to say anything. It seems a bit too early to scare him off. “Oh, I'm sure I'd love it,” he grinned. My eyebrows flicked upward. “Alright. Well, as you know, premarital sex is illegal. Though I understand why, I think it's a bit uncalled for to imprison pregnant women.” I noticed Haiden’s expression and immediately regretted my words. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.” “No, it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Truly. I like to hear opinions other than slimy politicians.” “So you'd rather hear it from a slimy politician’s daughter?” Oh crap. I forgot I was supposed to talk up my father. Whoops. “They usually have the best opinions,” he laughed. “Oh, most definitely.” Haiden began to lean forward. “Do you have any advice, Lady Azalea? About the Selection, I mean.” I smirked. “Try not to do anything stupid, your highness. Don't broadcast your 'interactions' with the other women.” “Yeah, probably don't want to do that,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “What would you like to do after dinner?” “How about dessert and then I let you walk me to my door.” I'd always been taught to act proper and I may not always, but this was an exception. “That's it? You don't want to go jump off a roof or karaoke or go bowling or light a bush on fire?” He actually looked slightly relieved. “You mean like the other Selected? I don't think I'm like the rest of them. Though I'm always down for setting things on fire.” Honestly, the pyromaniac thing about me is the only interesting thing. Haiden smiled. “Alright, then let's have dessert. Anything you'd like?” ---- “Thanks for being on this date with me,” he said. I nodded. We had just made our way to my door. “I have something for you.” Haiden pulled a match out of his coat and striked it. “For you, because we didn't burn anything.” Not going to lie, that was awfully sweet. “Oh my gosh. Did u actually just happen to have that with you? That's a bit sadistic,” I grinned. “You know what, it doesn't even bother me.. Good night, Prince Haiden.” “Night, Lady Azalea.” Haiden turned on his heel and made his way down the hall. I didn't know if I could win this thing, but I looked forward to more dates. More information. I don't know how long I stood in the hall staring at the flame. But finally I felt a presence behind me. The match went out. “You know, you really shouldn't be holding one of those. We both know you can't be trusted,” a voice said. I turned around slowly, fearing the worst. But instead, I came face to face with a guard. “And you are?” The guard stared me down for a minute. “Don't worry about it.” With that being said, he leaned over and opened my door for me. “Sleep well, Zay.”

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Top-Ten Burning Questions For The 2019 Real Estate Market

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Just as my “year-end” blog posts are thematic, ie. the “Top Five Blog Posts” and the shortly-thereafter, “Top Five Real Estate Stories,” I usually feature some sort of early-2019 themed blogs as well.

Either predictions, questions, stories, or themes, I feel the best way to jump into the new year, of real estate blogging, is to offer up some discussion points…

…that we can all disagree on!

Kidding! Just kidding.

It’s been two weeks since we’ve all been in the same (virtual) room. I missed you guys!

Raise your hand if you had too much time with family over the break. Anyone? Anybody care to admit it?

I actually felt cheated this holiday season, since I didn’t spend as much time with family as I thought I would. My daughter was very sick after Christmas, with a fever that lasted for days, so we had to cut short our family-bonanza and stay home to care for her. If I ever watch another episode of “Paw Patrol,” it will be too soon. Seriously. How about five hours per day of that goddam show, in attempts to keep my child’s delirium at bay!? I can’t stand the characters anymore. That kid, Alex? Yeah, he drives me nuts. His entire existence is based upon making mistakes that the Paw Patrol has to clean up. And Mr. Porter? There’s something off about that guy. I wouldn’t trust him.

Post New Year’s, however, things were better. And what child doesn’t love opening Christmas presents one full week after Christmas, right? That’s how sick she was – she refused to open presents! So was she ever a happy camper on New Year’s day.

This was the first year we went out and cut down our own tree, which is something I might do every year, forever, or, something I will never do again. This tree basically dried up by mid-December, and by Christmas, the needles would literally fall off with a medium-sized exhale from your mouth. Our fingers had the touch of death, it was actually somewhat fascinating – seeing every last pine needle fall off a branch, just with a gentle touch.

This might be overkill, but I can’t resist. Plus, I don’t think words do this tree justice:

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My wife hates taking the tree down every year; if it were up to her, we’d still have it up in February. But this year, with the pine-needle-extravaganza combined with her debilitating O.C.D., she was standing at the door with a saw and a garbage bag by January 1st. Our tree is sitting on the curb as we speak, and I actually saw a couple of passer-byers stop, point, giggle, and then laugh away. Yes, our tree is nothing but brown branches, without a green needle in sight.

I went 16 days without working out, I ate more pizza and Swiss Chalet than I care to mention, I was in bed on New Year’s Eve at 11:40pm (I actually forgot about the whole ‘midnight’ thing), and I spent way too much money on 1950’s hockey cards.

So those are my holiday stories, folks. Perhaps we could add the one night that I got tipsy and watched Home Alone, laughing like I was 5-years-old, and reciting every single line from memory, and I think the holiday recap is complete.

Now here we are with a new day, a new dawn, and a new……….real estate market.

Damn. That just doesn’t have the same “ring” to it as the Michael Buble song.

To start 2018 here on Toronto Realty Blog, I wrote “Predictions For The 2018 Toronto Real Estate Market.” I think that in attempts to avoid predictability, I should probably switch up the theme, so this year I’m going to look at “Ten Burning Questions.”

However, I would be remiss if I didn’t look back at my 2018 predictions, not only to remind readers what some of the hot topics were coming into the year, but also to look at how right, or how wrong, I was.

So for those of you that were hoping to see those “burning questions” today, I’m sorry. I’m a tease.

We’re going to start this 3-part blog series by looking back at my 2018 predictions, just to put the market in perspective.

There’s method to the madness, trust me.

Perhaps Bruce Lee’s “Empty your cup” analogy isn’t 100% accurate here, but I can’t help but feel like we can’t look ahead to 2019 before first emptying what’s left in the tank of 2018.

Plus, it will give some of you an opportunity to say “I told you so,” and who doesn’t love that?

I made five predictions coming into 2018, so here they are, and here’s how they turned out…

2018 Prediction #1: The average home price will increase in Toronto, in 2018.

This was wrong.

Dead wrong.

With a “peak” average home price in April of 2017 around $920,000, the November price was down to $761,757 at the time I wrote this blog, and the year-end price was looking like it would come in around $820,000.

My thinking was simple: the market had crapped out in May, June, July, and August, before making a modest comeback in the Fall. Average out the good months with the bad months, and the $820,000’ish average home price was incredibly depressed.

I surmised that we’d see a return to $820,000’ish numbers, which still represented a dramatic drop from that March-April peak of $916,000 and $920,000 and change.

I was wrong.

As I wrote in a December blog post, 2018 would be the first year since 1996 that the average home price declined, year-over-year, which was yet another reason why I predicted a 2018 increase. I suppose the “stick with the trend” mentality can only get you so far!

So how much did the average home price in Toronto actually decline in 2018?

The average home price in Toronto in 2017 was $822,572.

As of this writing, the December stats (and thus year-end stats) were just released by TREB. Talk about cutting it close!

My late-December blog post guesstimated a 2018 final average sale price of $790,000, based on a weighted average of the preceding 11 months. The average home price for 2018 actually came in at $787,300, so I wasn’t that far off.

That’s a 4.29% decline, year-over-year, in the Toronto average home price.

Just as a refresher, here’s the average home price movement since the last time we saw a decrease, and I’ve added in 2018:

So, once again, I was wrong.

But what about the Toronto-416 home price? Do I get a reprieve by looking at the “central core,” which I would probably argue can, and will, survive market forces in the short, medium, and long-term?

This overlaps with my second prediction, so at the risk of being repetitive, let me come back to this at the end of Prediction #2.

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2018 Prediction #2: The freehold market will outpace the condo market.

Wrong again.

But I would love to meet the person who predicted the opposite coming into last year.

Generally-speaking, houses are more popular than condos, agree? That’s simplistic, but let’s say that if most people had a choice, they would live in a house over a condo, and it’s price that’s stopping them from doing so. It’s also supply.

So coming into 2018, with the same “they’re not building any more houses in Toronto; it’s just cranes in the sky” mentality, I can’t look back and say I should have seen the condo appreciation coming.

So how did the housing market do in 2017 versus 2018?

Well, because the Toronto Real Estate Board refuses to provide us with the appropriate data points (let’s just say that on December 31st, they were ringing in 2006…), I took the time to plot each and every month’s sales and sale prices for the four major housing types, in the past 24 months: condo, detached, semi-detached, and townhouse. This is the only way to get true, accurate numbers.

You don’t need the charts to understand the conclusions, but I spent so much damn time on this, I may as well share it!

Here you can see the sale price for each housing type, in each month, and the corresponding number of sales. Why is the number of sales important? Because we need a weighted-average to get an accurate yearly number. If there were 2,000 sales in May, and only 500 sales in December, we can’t simply average the two corresponding months’ sale prices. We need a weighted-average based on sales.

Then I’ve taken a further weighted average of all the all the sale types, and come up with a freehold average for detached, semi-detached, and townhouse, which we can see there is $1,194,327.

That is the true average freehold sale price for 2017. And gosh-darnit, I would love if TREB would make this available, but I won’t hold my breath…

So three things to look at here:

1) How wrong was I with respect to my 2018 prediction that the freehold market would outpace the condo market? 2) While we’re at it, and while we have this data set, how did the Toronto (416) market compare to the overall “Toronto” market that we’re accustomed to hearing about? 3) In Toronto-416, how does the year-over-year average sale price look for the four individual home types (ie. freehold, semi-detached, townhouse, condo)?

First thing’s first, here is the 2018 data:

Well, I think the bolded numbers pretty much sum it up!

Keeping in mind that we’re looking at the 416 and not the overall Toronto market with respect to the “freehold versus condo” comparison, the data speaks volumes.

The 2018 freehold price of $1,132,633 trails the 2017 freehold price of $1,194,327 by 5.17%.

And the 2018 condo price of $592,922, as you can see, is well ahead of that $545,635 price that the market experienced in 2017.

The freehold market went down by 5.2%.

The condo market went up by 8.7%.

I was wrong, as I said before. But with that out of the way, what conclusions can we draw from all of this, and/or what questions should be asked?

I suppose we’d want know, first and foremost, why the 416-Toronto condo market was so resilient!

Were condos under-valued coming into 2017? And did they remain under-valued coming into 2018?

Does this mean we should expect condos to cool in 2019? By association, should we expect the freehold market to outpace the condo market in 2019?

All good questions, and all with answers that will vary dramatically depending on your interpretation for the last 24 month’s market activity, and your prognostications.

As for the second question asked above – how the Toronto-416 market compared to the overall Toronto market, there’s a huge difference, but I think this could have been easily predicted.

Some of you might doubt the conclusions, since the rhetoric has been nothing but doom-and-gloom all year, but this is a stat that TREB does provide, so go to the Market Watch and see for yourself.

The average sale price in Toronto-GTA is down 4.3%; that’s $787,300 up from $822,587.

The average sale price in Toronto-416 is actually up by 0.2%; that’s $835,422, up from $834,138.

As for the third question, here is where things get interesting.

These stats are from my spreadsheets above, since TREB does not provide a breakdown of the four property types, year-to-date, in the 416:

Freehold – down 7.0%

Semi-Detached – up 1.0%

Townhouse – up 2.5%

Condo – up 8.7%

Basically we’re looking at a market that has seen a 0.2% appreciation overall, where the decrease in average freehold price has been offset by the increase in average condo price, and with the smaller sample-sizes of semi-detached and townhouse helping to round out the final number.

All in all, it was a great year for condos, a down year for detached, and a flat year for the 416 on the whole.

I chalk up part of the reason for the 7% decline in 416-detached homes to far fewer “luxury” homes trading hands, which upsets the balance, but admittedly the overall detached market is down. Now to be fair, it really depends on price once again. If a $1,000,000 semi-detached is up 1% on average, I’m willing to bet the $1,150,000 detached house next door is also up 1% on average as well. I think the $2.8M detached houses at Avenue & Lawrence are down, no question. But we always have to be careful not to paint a whole subset of housing with the same brush.

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The rest of my predictions were less interesting, and in the interest of time, I’ll summarize.

3) The “stress-test” will have a short-term effect, but no medium-term effect.

The stress-test definitely did have a short-term effect. I had clients in January that had to scale back their target purchase prices, but only two.

I heard from other agents working with buyers that the situation was a bit more prevalent, but as I said last year, most buyers don’t buy to their max pre-approval, so I didn’t think the decrease in mortgage amount would actually lead to a decrease in purchase amount.

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4) Banks will change their lending criteria.

I was right about this, but for the wrong reason.

Toward the end of 2018, I saw banks tightening up their criteria in a big way.

And in one specific case, for the sale of a condominium listing, I was asked for a copy of the Status Certificate – are you ready for this? From the bank!

That’s right, the bank wanted a copy of the Status, which is something I have never seen before. They likely wanted to ensure that there were no maintenance fee increases scheduled, or no special assessments for the condo corporation. Perhaps it was a buyer who was right up against the ceiling.

Coming into 2018, I figured banks would change their lending criteria to allow them to lend more.

I always say, “Banks are in the business of loaning money, and they’ll find a way to do so.” If the government enacts measures to curb or restrict lending, the banks will find a way around it. Coming in to 2018, I started to see some banks get creative, but that was short-lived.

Alternative lenders and B-lenders picked up a lot of the slack in 2018.

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5) The spring market will provide the reverse chronology of 2017.

I nailed this one, as the following chart, updated from my 2018 blog, will show:

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6) The government is finished meddling in the real estate market.

This was true, for the most part.

Doug Ford did tinker with rent control in late-2018, but we didn’t see anything this past year like we saw in 2017 with the launch of the “Fair Housing Plan,” and there were no major government initiatives enacted this year. You might attribute that to Prediction #7…

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7) Kathleen Wynne will Wynne another Premiership, and that’s scary for home-owners, and home-buyers.

Wrong about this one too.

I suppose I underestimated the zeal of voters, who I thought would rather be guided by the devil they know, than the devil they don’t.

But in the end, we decided we’d rather have a 1980’s drug kingpin lead the province than a person who wants to tax us to death.

Time will tell if we made the right call.

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And on that wonderful note, I adjourn until Wednesday…

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