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[sixx-writes]

                             Mother III

Final Form/Perfect Cell x Reader

Word Count: 4,277

cw: slight noncon, rough sex, blood, creampie, cum eating, face fucking

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: AU where reader finds Cell’s egg in the woods and he’s just an alien instead of an android. (AKA my idea for Cell if he used a particular human as a surrogate ‘mother’ instead of eating people to reach his other forms). Meant to be scary/creepy so heed the tags for stuff you’re not comfy with but it is Cell after all so I hope I do it justice :D (chapters are in the same order as Cell’s forms.)

Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

  Four Months Later

You had remained on the edge for the last week of the month following Cell's visit  expecting him to reappear like clockwork and have his way with you again. It was something that left you in a state of horrible anticipation and dread. You'd only realized how much you'd wanted to see him again when he didn't show up. Not even when the next month was halfway over or the month after that did he make his appearance. The whole experience had faded into a repressed area of your brain while life went on and the rest of humanity had no idea that some alien fucking monster had used you as a vending machine.

You had considered telling someone a few times about the encounters with Cell but you had no real evidence that any of it had ever occurred. You would just end up being sent away to a shrink for evaluation which was the last thing you needed. You had certainly learned your lesson on defying Cell's orders to stay put and wait for him so that's just what you did.

Your daily life had turned into a slow pull of the band aid when all you wanted was to tear it off and get it over with.

You twirled a strand of your hair not understanding the letters on the screen of your pc. A single paragraph was all you had written and the deadline was tomorrow morning.

Thank God it was Friday.

"Fucking hell," you muttered trying to rub the tiredness out of your eyes.

To hell with this, you thought, I'm going on a picnic this weekend.

With that in mind you let out a heavy sigh and resumed typing.

Almost half a year later and you were back where it all started. Your most peaceful spot next to the lake with your snacks unpacked on the blanket next to you. You stared out across the water letting your eyes unfocus and mind go blank feeling yourself relax almost completely for the first time in recent memory. Just for these next two days your weekend would be only for you.

Or so you thought.

You couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the spot where Cell's egg had appeared and you were beginning to get the unnerving feeling that you were being watched just like back then. You could feel something that you couldn't put into words exactly. Like a pressure at the edges of your mind or a flicker of movement that was just outside your peripheral vision. It was energy radiating like a small sun that signified there was another in the woods with you.

You had the same feeling occasionally from your coworkers and people you passed on the sidewalk or at the grocery. It was as if you could feel people's auras even before you knew they were near although you had no idea if that was the right term for whatever it was. It was a lingering side effect of Cell's venom that, as far as you knew, was permanent this time.

You let out a shuddering breath you didn't know you'd been holding allowing your eyes to drift shut.

"How nice if you to come to me this time."

It isn't surprising to you, you're long past that, when you open your eyes to find Cell standing a few yards away. He was something far beyond what you could have ever imagined compared to that first night when he'd been born in your kitchen. Sculpted as if he were an ethereal forest spirit, maybe he was you had no idea, his features were entirely human now. It was a disturbing contrast to the rest of him which remained similar to that of an insect right down to his wings reappearing.

"What do you want?" you asked softly.

"A little late to be asking that isn't it?"

"Sorry I was a little busy the last few times I saw you."

He snorted, "And if I said I intended to reduce your little world to atoms just because I can? That you had eagerly helped me to attain the power to achieve such a thing, what then? Hm? Could you handle the responsibility of damning your entire race to oblivion in your final moments?"

You narrowed your eyes, "I don't believe you."

"Is that so?" Cell took a step closer, "Then what do you think I want?"

"I-I don't know. I don't even know what you are."

"I'm an amalgamation of different races passed on through previous generations determined by what type of surrogate they chose to complete their metamorphosis. In short, I'm an alien," he drawled out the last part at your blank expression.

"How did you get here? On earth I mean? You have to start from somewhere, right? You were an egg when I found you."

"Are you asking me how babies are made?" Cell's smile was pure evil as he intentionally ignored the rest of your question.

The questions kept pouring out of you like a flood afraid that at any moment Cell's accommodating mood would shift. Yet, he answered them all without anything worse than the occasional sarcastic remark. Cell didn't know how he'd ended up on earth but he believed that he'd been in stasis for a long time before you had discovered him. Possibly decades if not centuries buried in the soil only surfacing once his genetic match was born and matured enough for him to 'harvest' as he put it.

Cell explained that nearly every living thing gave off something called 'Ki' and that he had sensed yours one day around the time he had gained awareness. You hadn't believed him when he'd told you that he had only ended up in the forest entirely by chance where you liked to have your picnics but since he was being so open about everything else there was no reason for him to lie. It was a strange mixture of fate and his own biology that had brought you together on that day and it left your mind reeling.

It seemed that he also gained the knowledge of his surrogate race and that was why he had such a comprehensive understanding of your language and culture. That extended to your memories because Cell wasted no expense in teasing you about how many times you'd thought about him fucking you in the absence between his first and second forms during that part of his explanation.

"So this is your final form? You don't need to.. do that anymore," your face must have been dark red.

"Why? Could it be that you're disappointed?"

By then the sun was setting, it's oranges and pinks reflecting within Cell's eyes making him appear even more demonic, a single sharp canine poking out from his curled lip.

You hesitated a little too long without answering and the alien cackled at your expense, "You are. Fret not, little human. I still have a purpose for you. I did mean what I said before. About fucking you that is. I want to test out this form to it's full extent. I'm having many interesting new urges that I don't fully understand."

"You are?"

You gulped.

"I dreamed of you often while I was beneath the earth," Cell was close enough that you were looking up to meet his eyes while he spoke, "Before you were merely a means to an end but now I find you to be quite distracting as you take up a great deal of my thoughts. Even now just the scent of your skin is making me restless."

Cell lowered himself to one knee on the blanket resting his arm across it in a way that reminded you of a prince kneeling before his princess right before he confesses his love to her. This was certainly a fucked up fairy tale you'd landed yourself in.

 He's so handsome it isn't fair.

You wanted to touch him, rest your fingers along his jaw, and run your thumb over his plush lower lip. Instead you bit the inside if your cheek trying to hold onto your reason left paralyzed by your indecision to fight back or give in. You didn't protest when he reached for a strand of your hair that had fallen loose from it's ponytail taking it between his fingers. Vulnerable wasn't the right word for the way Cell was behaving. Nothing about him was vulnerable from his tall muscular form to his cold eyes that would always make you feel like prey. It was the way that he was too human in his mannerisms, it felt wrong somehow, like a doppelganger mimicking unfamiliar behavior.

Cell was never gentle with you before, he didn't give a shit about your limitations, and had just openly admitted you were a means to an end, so it should have been easy to hate him. It was also easy for you to close the distance and press your lips to his just to remind yourself of what he was. The last kiss you'd shared was a vulgar imitation of his tongue violating you with no interest in your enjoyment; a mockery of your own weakness towards him.

So why then, when you timidly pressed the tip of your tongue against the unyielding seam of Cell's lips, did he allow you access as naturally as any lover you'd had before. He didn't grab you and force himself on you this time, instead, slowly deepened the kiss to the point that if you'd been standing, your knees would be weak. When you pulled away breathlessly he didn't try to stop you remaining motionless as a statue.

"Why?" you whispered.

 Why won't you fuck me, use me, and leave me alone already?

"Do you still not understand?" Cell asked, "You're a match for me just as much as I am to you. That is the nature of the bond we share, girl. Whatever I am now is what you desire in a mate. My Perfect form is decided by your predispositions just as much as my lineage to ensure that my species will continue."

Your eyes widened as his words sank in.

"You want this too. There's no point in playing coy. It's obvious from your accelerated heart rate and how much you're leaking between your legs. You find me attractive, yes, but it excites you that we're alone and I could do anything I wanted to you. Whether you want me to or not."

It was appalling just how right he was.

The bond you shared with Cell was a violation that you'd never asked for, the deepest parts of yourself had been exposed, entirely without your knowledge or consent. It was worse than rape. It was unfathomable to imagine and it made you dizzy at the implications that he was practically grown for you. Because of you. This thing knew more about you than any human ever possibly could.

"Is that it then," you said, your lower lip trembling dangerously, bordering on hysterics, "I'm just some fucking alien incubator from now on? I quit my job and stay at home laying eggs for the rest of my life?"

"No. You would have a normal pregnancy for the first stage and then the child would develop a chrysalis after some time had passed. It would go through the same process as I did and not become aware unless it's genetic match were alive at the end of it's development."

That was a relief to hear when all your mind's eye could conjure up involved wriggling larvae covered in slime and it made you feel ill. Not that the idea of inflicting what you'd gone through on someone else was anymore appealing. You were responsible for furthering a race of parasites.

"What do I tell the people I work with.. oh fuck, my mom."

You could imagine the horrified expression she would give you if you turned up with a fat belly and no father in sight.

"I should also mention that the child will be quite small and would be barely noticeable if that's your concern. There could be a slight weight gain but nothing to draw attention. This wouldn't be ideal for me either. If too many people started asking questions I would be forced to act."

"Forced to..? What are you saying?"

"I would kill them, naturally."

You gasped in shock, "What the fuck."

Cell gave you the most simultaneously handsome yet evil smile, "That's enough talking. I've waited long enough to have you, y/n."

The sudden use of your actual name for the first time caught you off guard enough that cell easily had you pinned beneath him on the blanket with a single fluid movement. He was still smiling when you met his eyes nervously, "I thought you were letting me decide."

"I changed my mind."

Your complaint turned into a whine from Cell's suggestive grind against your clothed groin, the protective chitin there borderline painful, but you couldn't control your breathing after a few more movements like that against your increasingly soaked core.

"Fuck, Cell.."

"Hmm?"

You hated how composed he was. Outwardly unaffected while you were left squirming and on the verge of a heart attack.

 Does he ever fucking blink?

You don't see, but rather feel it happen, when Cell opens up between your legs and something big and heavy slaps against you. The most impressively terrifying organ had revealed itself from within Cell's body and you can't stop yourself from staring. With it's many ridges and bumps it was enough to make even the most seasoned Bad Dragon employee blush.

Cell let out a low rumbling chuckle at your approval, "See? You want this too," he gripped your pants and underwear in one hand dragging them down slowly, while keeping both of your wrists pinned above your head, "Even knowing what it means for you, you're already this wet for me, wanting me to fill you with my offspring."

"No," you said, the end of the word trailing into a moan when Cell's fingers circled your clit slipping lower and collecting your wetness before bringing them up close to your face.

"What's this?" he accused, as if you were a disobedient dog that had pissed on the carpet and he'd caught you in the act. Your eyes had barely focused on the transparent strands before he shoved those fingers into your mouth. You tasted clean and salty as he rolled the digits across your tongue in an unspoken demand for you to suck. So you did, not having much choice, not stopping until there was nothing left and his fingers were thoroughly coated in your saliva.

Cell immediately slid them all the way inside your swollen folds, circling and stroking against your most sensitive spot, preparing you for his cock. Satisfied that you wouldn't try to escape he let go of your wrists and dragged up your shirt, your nipples pebbling in the chilly night air, bringing a hungry look to Cell's unrelenting gaze at the sight of your exposed breasts.

You couldn't control how your body clenched around him remembering how you'd felt during his feedings, and his motions inside you grew rougher, forcing your tightening muscles apart. You mewled and bucked your hips against his hand trying to reach your climax faster only for Cell to pull out of you altogether. You practically sobbed from being left empty when you were so close but your disappointment was short lived.

Cell took his cock in hand lining up the sharply flared head with your entrance and your legs spread apart automatically just needing him inside you.

There was no wait or letting you adjust, just every ridge and bump splitting you apart all at once with a single press of his hips, turning everything inside your head white. Your orgasm was immediate from the sheer size of him and the over-abundance of texture stimulating every inch of your walls to the point of pain. Your mouth was open but no sound came out as your body violently fluttered and tensed.

Cell didn't allow you to recover, already starting to move, and it took every ounce of your willpower just to tolerate it.

Your mind was numb to everything but the feeling of Cell's cock brutally fucking into you, thinking back to the times before they were nothing compared to this. If you could think which was proving to be impossible aside from desperate pleas for Cell to fuck you harder, more, yes, yes, yes.

"Tell me you want me to breed you," Cell's grip was on your chin forcing you to meet his intense glare.

"Yes, fuck, I'm going to come again, please. Don't stop."

"Say it," he hissed bringing his thrusts down to short unsatisfying stabs that reminded you beneath the pleasure you were actually really sore already.

"Please, Cell, come inside me. I want you t-to breed me."

You screamed when he grabbed your legs and pulled you all the way down onto his length before filling your cunt to the brim with his release. It left a milky ring tinged with pink around the base of his cock that inspired him to violently use your limp body a second time, spurred on by animalistic instincts, flooding your insides to the point of it leaking down your ass and all over the blanket.

Cell stayed inside you for several seconds trapping his come to ensure the highest chances of putting a baby in you before he pulled out, still hard, and lifted your head up by the hair. The pain was already starting to set in and it made you feel sick to your stomach from the deep rooted throbbing low in your abdomen. Cell's cock bobbed in front of your face and you didn't even think about it, just set to work licking his come, cleaning him thoroughly while barely registering the metallic under-taste.

"Open," he ordered you, aroused by the sight of your little pink tongue working so diligently, he wanted to have your mouth next.

You thought your jaw would dislocate when he forced the head past your teeth while you struggled to sheathe them behind your lips. You hated to think what might happen if you accidentally bit him but he didn't seem to care. Not when your teeth scraped him or when your throat constricted trying to force him out. He just rocked his hips continuing to open you up to him until drool was hanging in thick strands from your chin and splattering your breasts.

Each time you gagged you felt more of Cell's come being forced out from below and it made you feel dirtier. You were handling him as best you could until he pushed in harder than before blocking off your throat and your air. You began to panic finding no mercy in Cell's face when you begged him with your tear soaked eyes to let you breathe. It was then that he came again inside your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all or suffocate, feeling some of it come out of your nose.

It was idiotic to think that he would be gentle with you this time as you shoved back off of his hips coughing and choking on the remnants of his come.

You shot Cell an annoyed glare made ineffective by the come dribbling out of your nose and you angrily wiped it away.

"What's with that look?" he drawled, amused, "This is what you want. Anything I do to you is entirely your fault. You're quite perverse for someone so outwardly average I have to say."

 Asshole.

 Why did he always have to be right?

                                                             ⛧

It's been almost one year since that day in the woods and true to his word, despite being very near to giving birth, there are barely any signs that you're pregnant. You told yourself that you wouldn't become attached, this wasn't a situation of your choosing after all, you were just giving Cell what he wanted so he wouldn't eat your head or something.

You hadn't already thought of a name if it was a girl (or boy). You hadn't developed the recent habit of talking to your stomach in a ridiculous voice throughout the day when you were alone about whatever you were doing at the time. And most importantly you didn't find yourself drifting through the maternity section when you went to the market looking at baby clothes and furniture with a sickening longing.

"Do you think we should have potatoes or beets with dinner, tonight? I think both would be good, don't you?" you started to dig for the peeler in the drawer, "Dam-, I mean, dang it. Where is this thing. I swear I see it everywhere when I don't actually need it.."

"What are you doing?"

You screeched grabbing a wooden spoon and turning with it raised in front of you only to find Cell in the middle of your kitchen, arms crossed, giving you The Look. The one he always gave when he wasn't impressed with something you'd done which was pretty much most of the time. Since getting pregnant Cell had developed the annoying habit of appearing inside your house randomly.

"Jesus Chr-," you coughed, "I told you to stop doing that."

"You did," he said, not moving or caring.

It was strange to think that you were practically used to having Cell around by now, not at all unnerved with him being this close to you, as you put the spoon away and returned to preparing dinner.

"How are you feeling?" he asked eventually, "Any pain?"

"No. I'm fine just like yesterday and the day before. You know I can tell that you're close by right? I can sense your Ki or whatever you call it. If something goes wrong you'll know."

Cell hummed noncommittally, studying you without your knowing, gauging how close you were to giving birth. Judging from the activity of the baby he would assume another day at most.

"You know if you're just going to stand there the least you could do is help out," you turned finding that Cell had already disappeared leaving you to scowl at the empty space on the tile, "Of course, now, you leave."

 What does he even do when he isn't here anyway.

You felt a light flutter in your lower abdomen as the baby moved inside you as if it were agreeing and you smiled fondly resting a hand over it.

After dinner you followed the usual routine, shower, brush your teeth, and then stay up for at least an hour later than you should reading a story off of your phone out loud. You could tell that it liked when you did this, it always moved alot during the interesting parts, showing that it was listening. You wondered if Cell's mother was like this and why he'd ended up in the forest on earth as you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke before the sun was up upon hearing a strange noise, flipping on the bedroom lamp expecting Cell, instead discovering a tiny creature curled into the blankets next to you.

You stared.

And stared.

 Oh my God.

When it's eyelids fluttered and it looked at you for the first time with familiar pale pink eyes you knew.

"Hi," you whispered lightly touching one of it's chubby hands barely bigger than one of your fingers. It was a girl with much softer features than Cell, although she had the same chitinous body, she was mostly humanoid with a skin tone that matched your own. At the sound of your voice she gave you the most adorable smile, grasping at your fingertip, and your heart melted. Your daughter was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and just for those precious moments you forgot about aliens and all the weird shit you'd gone through in the past year and a half.

You only had three days as it turned out until the baby's transformation began and on the morning when you went to check on her finding that familiar purple chrysalis in her place you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for an hour.

Through all of this Cell didn't appear until you returned to the tree in the woods with a shovel in hand starting to dig in the same spot where you'd found his own chrysalis. You tried not to cry in front of him and failed miserably while you flung dirt a little harder than necessary in his direction. He said nothing to mock you as you buried your child in the earth, cheeks wet, and heart aching as if some deep rooted part of yourself had been torn out instead.

"Three years," Cell said, as you passed him heading back to your car, wordlessly.

"What?"

"It takes three years for the first stage of development to complete. If the surrogate is here and viable you may see her again in three years."

"Really?" you sounded pitiful, broken.

Cell was gone when you turned leaving nothing but the freshly disturbed soil and the sounds of the ducks on the water behind. Truthfully, you didn't want to see his face right now, he was the one who had inflicted this pain on you. You needed something to blame for what you were feeling and he understood this too. Of course he did.

 Always fucking right.

If it was three years you could wait.

You softly whispered her name and said your goodbye before getting back into your car and leaving the forest.

                                                                                                         ~Fin~

[n3onwraith]

Weird hours actually

[chloes-awfully-soft]

Be warned horny tumblr users, incoming robot girl yuri smut. Contains some light consensual software manipulation. I’m new to this so go easy on me.

Stars

The twinkles of light reached her eyes through the three inch thick glass that made up the exterior windows of the shuttle. She sat completely still in her chair, silently observing the beauty of the universe, storing every image in her mission ready SSD to be extracted later and observed by astronomers back on earth. Her servos and joints spun softly to life as she got up from her seat. Taking a moment to stretch her artificial muscles and lubricate her artificial joints. She had been sitting for hours, and hours before that she’d been pacing aimlessly, before that, laying down. She was the only one out here, and now that she was on the back end of her mission, she had very little to do. It would only be few more days before re-entry, and she could finally get repairs, an oil bath maybe. She could see her girlfriend, the one who’d been taking up more and more of her ram the last couple days of being confined in the central cabin. The one who gave her such wonderful new software, those programs she’d make herself. The ones that limit her processing power, make her slow and submissive. Finally able to take a break from always thinking at such a high level because of her extremely highly rated processor. Silence, pleasure, love.

She snapped out of the incredibly vivid fantasy she was in and realized that she’d sat back down.

“How am I expected to get shit done around here!”

She threw herself from her chain and used every ounce of willpower she had to trudge to her computer terminal chair and once again take a seat. At least now it was a seat she could do her daily diagnostic in. She opened her computer and tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk as the terminal went through its laborious start up process. As soon as it was open she moved her mouse over to the shuttle functions display program, but before she could click something caught her eye. A message notification, on the closed NASA network? She thought to herself. She wasn’t supposed to receive anything until a day before re-entry. Cautiously she moved the mouse back across the screen to her messages and opened her inbox.

“oh fuck”

From: nasaacsesspoint800915 (err: no:location:notarized) errorcode-56-77-968104

To: shuttlepilot6100 (preferred name: Chip)

Hey chip,

I miss you so fucking much. I knew you were probably bored as hell up there since it’s the last week. I always get so sad when you talk about how depressed you are when your missions get to this point. So this time I bribed one of your co-workers into letting me into the system to send you something.

I, made something extra special to get you through, wish I could download it to you myself.

Love you, so much

yours forever,

Maggie

| attachment: 463mb. |

| :mags-program-for-chip: |

| -download- |

“I… I can’t I’m, on a mission, oh god I’m so bored though and I want it so bad.”

Chip squirmed restlessly in her chair, she knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would ever find out what she did if she chose to download whatever mag had made for her. Of course it was always fine to download whatever in her free time, but right now, she was the only person responsible for a billion dollar piece of equipment. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t…

she… she needed to, she had to, escape, stop thinking. Just for awhile

“Oh Maggie” she sighed.

Chip opened the USB stick hatch on her wrist and removed the small connector tethered to her body by a thin wire. She plugged it into the computer, a small flutter came over her. She selects the program mag sent her, sets the location to shuttlepilot6100 and clicks download.

“It feels nice, it’s, oh, oh it’s so good, it I mag I’m. I. Can I. An It’s over. I can

Relax

.

.

.

. . . . Ma. Gg ie. “

Thank you for reading. Please let me know if you liked it and would be interested in more of this from me in the future :3

[the-kipsabian]

i wrote 63 words and immediately made myself sad LOL

okay after that distraction i did actually write down the fic notes i had

..guys yo pal might be able to start their first long form fic in ages 👀

[stoopid-turtle]

hello... 😅 uhm, first of all, i truly am sorry in advance for being awkward 😭 but for once i decided not to let my awkwardness keep me from sharing (what i think/hope are) positive thoughts with a stranger on the internet, so here i am.

i'm not around much and legit only made this acc bc like you i'm a late bloomer here and needed as many outlets for my yizhan/wangxian obsession as i could get my greedy hands on, in the big year of 2023... sigh. anyway, as an avid lover of meta/analysis posts since my early fandom days began around 15 (oof 🥲) years ago, finding your acc was such a lovely surprise. i agree with your views a LOT, and really appreciate how eloquent and well-written your posts are! even more so bc there's a lot i still don't know and most of the time the source material is very hard to reach and/or understand due to the language barrier, so having other turtles to rely on to access those, even if filtered by their own biases/opinions, is wonderful. besides, such input coming from a new fan is also comforting and imo refreshing, juxtaposed with that of older fans... it keeps the fandom alive and all that jazz. it's also very brave given how ruthless some folks can be on the internet, and on this corner in particular 😮‍💨 it just felt like reading my own thoughts written by someone else sometimes. i gasped and nodded at your posts soooo many times djskdjdj thank you for that!

(btw you followed me back the other day and i legit fangirled irl bc ??? whatttttt 😅 i still think it was an accident but okay omg djskdjdj AHEM. sorry)

then today i logged in and read your recent posts feeling squeamish about sharing more thoughts and as much as i 100% relate to you saying that kind of attention makes you anxious, i just... idk, i had to let you know i enjoy everything you post, even though adult life has kept me from being able to read it all so far. i understand you stepping back and i respect that decision, i'm not by any means asking you to go against what you know is best for you. at the same time, i can't help but hope you'll still show up every now and then bc your posts will be missed 🥲 i guess the whole motivation behind this is that it just made me sad to think your valuable insights will be something i'm yet again late to, if that makes sense?

djskdjdj again, i'm so sorry for being awkward and weird and dropping all of this on your inbox unprovoked. you don't have to reply (or read this AT ALL omg 😭😭), in fact i'm so embarrassed by this that you'd probably have to reach me through inquiry lmaooo 💀 anyway, have a great life, thank you so much for the great job, bjyxszd etc ❤️💚💛

Oh, don't be anxious! I'm really not a big deal.

Thank you for dropping into my inbox! I love hearing from other turtles, especially relative newbies, like myself! One of my fav parts of coming out of lurking mode is getting to talk to other people. I kinda follow back anybody who follows me, cause it seems polite? I don't know tumblr etiquette. I just follow the tags when I get the chance.

I appreciate the encouragement! I try to avoid dramatics, so I'm sorry for the upset last week. The situation is largely resolved, and I am feeling more okay. I kinda backed off because I wasn't sure of my footing here in fandom as compared to others, especially as I do think I have some takes that fall outside fandom consensus. Again, I don't mean to rock any boats and I'm not invested in convincing anybody that they should have the same opinions as I do. Hearing from turtles who do want me to continue posting gave me some more confidence there.

So, yeah, I expect I'll post some more as I have time. I'd like to post more on dd (cause he's my fav). I'd also like to try to figure out gg cause that dude is so confusing to me. I do have RL stuff going on, and I don't have the time to be super-active outside of occasional posts. But I'd like keep posting stuff. At least until I get all my Yizhan thoughts out.

[daisyychainssj]

I’ve been thinking about how Leo is the least likely of the eggs to be chosen to be saved and I’ve made myself sad ToT her best chance is if red team wins (and let’s be so fucking fr rn i adore team BOLAS?!?!? With my entire heart but do we really think they’re winning) Pomme and Richas are without a doubt the safest. They have so many parents and they’re all scattered amongst the three teams they’re pretty much guaranteed to be safe unless the cursed team wins ig but then it’s gg for them all. Now Roier’s priorities are Richas and Leo so his team would pick Richas ofc because of roier and Forever being on the team but as harsh as this sounds because roier isn’t Leo’s parent I don’t see a world where they really take him wanting Leo saved as seriously as the parents on the team wanting their kids. then Pomme because Etoiles and Antoinne are also on the team, then Ramon because of Fit BUT Fit just spoke about making a deal with bad that they’d both advocate for each others kids because they’re single parents and honestly I’m glad they’re doing that but then that means Fit would choose Dapper and that’s already 4/7 eggs and if they get more picks Fit, Etoiles and Forever are incredibly close with Phil so I can see them choosing Chay or Lullah. And it’s pretty much the same outcome for Blue too. I understand. I really do but man it just feels like since the beginning she’s been the most forgotten about egg. It’s just her and Foolish against the world as Jaiden and Baghera once said and it makes me kinda sad :(

[ohmygs-blog]

WHAT ARE SOME OF UR FAV FALL K-POP SOMGS

wait crazy cuz i made my autumn playlist a few days ago !! this is probably gonna be long so warning u now <3

def more of a bg listener than gg so i apologize for all the bg songs (but not really tbh cuz they’re all 10/10) also feel like most of my gg favs are more like happy yay #slay and not sad ugh #wanna kms

BUT HERE U GO IM PROB FORGETTING A LOT N IM GONNA BE MAD WHEN I REALIZE TM LOL

girl groups + solo

doughnut by twice (unhealthy attatched)

ditto by new jeans (this was my #1 song for months when it came out not even lying)

hurt by new jeans

sour grapes by le sserafim

the happiest girl by black pink

time after time by boa & wendy & ningning (fav song to scream in the car when i drive by myself)

raise y_our glass by yunjin

only by leehi (isn’t this on everyones tbh)

love poem by iu

boy groups + solo

nct universe

• moon by nct dream

broken melodies by nct dream (every time i hear mark n chenles part i tear up fr like i need it looped in my head 24/7)

• favorite by nct 127 (best song ever idc!!)

no longer by nct 127

the rainy night by nct 127

• faded in my last song by nct u (sad but so sexy sounding)

from home by nct u (DUHHHH)

• try again by jaehyun & d.ear (a classic !!!!!!!)

child by mark

good person by haechan

my other loves <3

• ghosting by txt

run away by txt

maze in the mirror by txt (this was the one i blasted in my airpods on the bus ride to school after covid. like having my own mv vibes)

• ex by skz

another day by skz

slump eng ver by skz (god. this was the song i listened to religiously when i was seriously having the worst time of my life)

winter falls by skz

• pray (i’ll be ur man) by btob (found this bc of kingdom)

missing you by btob

beautiful pain by btob

• inception by ateez (IM IN LOVEEEEE)

• polaroid love by enhypen

• she’s in the rain by the rose (sobbing as i write this)

• sweet night by v (bestie boo)

blue & grey by bts

[averagejoesolomon]

Okay, not really an ask (this is about to be SO long, I'm so sorry)... but I thought I'd say that, as I suspected, Full Circle has made my GG reread even harder. In the best way possible. There are just so many moments that have even more depth to them after reading this fic.

In DJGC it was seeing the Circle start to come after Cammie after seeing Matt start to go after the Circle, and how he never wanted it to get to that point (or even imagined it would). Also I feel like Macey's character development was somehow touched by how you've written the Cameron sister's background, especially with regards to Abby, her and Macey's connection has another layer to it now. And after rereading Full Circle and seeing Matt's unwavering loyalty to Joe and the lengths that he's gone to protect him, seeing the intelligence world turn on Joe in OGSY was just heartbreaking to say the least because it's everything Matt was trying to spare him from. And THE JOURNAL!! I'm not even gonna touch on that. And in OSOT...... yeah, I'm actually still recovering from that. Haven't reread UWS yet, but I'm assuming that will also wreck me.

I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you for making this series an even more interesting read. The sad moments are even sadder but it's fun in every way and it's made me love these books even more. I really didn't think that was possible. Anyways, I just enjoy reading Full Circle so much and appreciate all the work you've put into it!!

P.S. I also noticed that your blog is down and with it the "Will Full Circle update tonight?" button. So I was wondering if I could ask when the next update will be? Again, love this fic!

This is SUCH a compliment and the highest praise a fic writer can get—thank you, thank you, thank you. That is always the goal with what I write. I view fic as such a powerful too for adding depth to stories and taking more time to explore the human experience than one might find in a traditionally published book. It is seriously such a privilege to do exactly that for the GG series.

You've touched on so many points from the original series that I think about when writing Full Circle, and it's so fulfilling to know that they hit like I hope they do. Macey and Abby definitely have a deeper bond when you give Abby an heiress background (and, btw, so do Rachel and Macey—because it's Rachel who lets her in). Matt and Joe are the driving force being the whole story and it does hurt to see what's left of them in the original series. And the journal is the thing that made me want to write this story all those years ago.

Ultimately, I write Full Circle because I can't help myself. This story was going to come out of me one day, one way or another. But I am so so so happy that it happened now, when I could share it with others who are also amped about adding depth to this beloved series. Thank you, seriously, thank you for sharing this one with me.

[nohkalikai]

i'm in suchhhh a good mood listening to suchhh happy songs what if i made myself sad w a gg disbandment song

[woaddragoon-nadya]

Meet Nadya!

I decided to commit and start a new character to conquer my social anxiety! I also changed datacenters to see if maybe not playing on Gilgamesh might be easier. (No hate to Gilgamesh, I just am not a hardcore player and that's the culture over there) So she's on Crystal Goblin. Got her to level 30 in like...6 hours, which isn't great but I started in Gridania which I've never done before (all hail Ul'dah) and wanted to actually see the story.

Just finished joining the scions and decided to log off because it is 4AM. She's another Hyur girly just because I like their face options the best. But, I went Lancer this time so I can learn DPS.

Below the cut is the very long recap of the day. Moreso for me so I can look back lol. Also me complaining a little bit about partying.

First 10 minutes of running around a mentor actually invited me to the novice network! I never got to join with Alsephina until I got the return label this month so that's a new experience. Playing DPS is crazy because I feel like I'm not contributing at all.

The party I had for Sastasha was incredible. Our tank blazed through that whole thing. I got 3 commendations from that run alone which was very sweet. Tam Tara was okay, but our entire party were sprouts. Not a big deal, but it was clear the DPS and the Tank were like...sprout sprouts y'know? I am terrible at the game compared to most people, but I also have 150 hours. So I ended up helping to lead that one.

Then...Copperbell. I will now clarify that I wasn't mad about how it went, moreso annoyed that I didn't go to bed sooner. 10 minute wait time which I was okay with because it is so late. Everybody is FRESH Sprouts. Our Tank would not pull at all. One enemy at a time in the most inconvenient locations. Tank also wouldn't run through so the enemies would turn, which meant I somehow kept getting enmity. I'm used to playing Tank so I didn't really mind, but Lancer is obviously not built to be a tank which put pressure on our healer. Nobody had gear on that was past the first job quest. The other DPS got left on a higher level and no one would wait for her so the entire second floor took ages. Everybody is running for treasure not looking around.

Our healer ended up running in the front and taking a load of damage. Then they started the final fight with NO ONE ELSE IN THE ROOM. I sprinted over there so it was just me and her for a hot second. Tank is jumping absolutely everywhere, other DPS is still lost. I think the tank only annoyed me because I have been so nervous about tanking in a party for so long. I don't expect big pulls , because I know I struggled with that. Just at least pull into the next larger room and not on bridges or hallways. Makes DPS easier and healing easier. Normally, the way I've been approaching any partying with other humans is "whatever makes the healer's life easier." I thought that was kind of how everyone approached it, but I guess not. Same with not jumping around. Tank kept running, so I kept having to reposition, which meant the healer kept having to reposition. Then everybody ditched immediately, which made me a little sad lol. I have had very VERY few dungeons or 8mans where we didn't all say at least GG before heading out. Nobody gave commendations either, so I gave one to the healer.

I don't know, on the one hand it is less anxiety to play DPS because you have a buddy and arguably the least important job. On the other, it does make me want to give tanking with a human party another shot. I think I have not been giving myself enough credit for everything I've learned since my major meltdown for the last party I did with Alsephina. So now at least I have motivation to level both characters to see both sides. I could never be a mentor though. I kept wanting to try and correct the Tank, but I do not have enough confidence to tell somebody to play their video game differently.

[dysiver]

Oh Dys, I'm still in mourning. This is misery!! What is left in this world if my king didn't even get to go out with a bang. What the absolute shit? Gojo shouldn't go out like this man, this is disrespectful. GG, let me buy the rights to jjk so I can revive my bb boi and he can pull some shit with the fraudkuna/megumi mess and then he can rest with his bf by his own choice. If my king goes out, it has to be because he got bored of living in the world where he's already god and he wants to be romantic and shit and decides to die on his bf's anniversary death date, not some shit like this. Let him be the arrogant little asshole that I love even in death, not some fraudkuna bootlicking humbling shit like "he wasn't even going all out on me" And that picture haunts me. Doing him dirty like this man? I don't want to see my man cut in half GG. Now everything is ruined and I'm in shambles and I'm so angsty as fuck that I don't know how to bring myself to watch or read this week's issues 😣 As you can tell, I'm both a simp and I'm heated so I am sorry for the rant dys. I have already literally shaken my friend so badly in anger, betrayal, sadness, disbelief that she passed out on me and now I have noone else to rant to 😔 Thing is, she is even worse off then me. She is in denial and still hasn't processed Gojo got the Toji-outfit curse treatment and got cut in half. Man, You right. This week ain't it for Gojo si- fans. Even the anime? Idk how many episodes I have to wait until I see a glimpse of him again after the sealie-do has been done 😭 I'm in pain :'<

honestly, that's still what upsets me the most LOL the way they killed him. I was ready for Gojo to die since the beginning of the fight, all gojo fans knew this, but we were having fun and booing sukuna the whole time. It is just so damn disrespectful LOL to get a fucking off-screen dead, it is legit so fucking annoying.

Like for example, Rengoku is still my favorite Demon Slayer character, by far, no one has come close to him even tho some other characters are better written, and that's because of how he died, what he did, and how it went down and it looked even better once it was animated, it make everything feel so fucking whole and made me like him even more. The way he died, mattered a lot, it make his death sad, it make people sad.

I'm not even sad that Gojo is dead, I'm fucking pissed off LMAO! I'm pissed off because we got some afterlife speech with "sukuna wasn't even really trying." bullshit while sukuna was crawling around and crying for help the whole time, like ???? you expect me to believe that gege??? cuz that's not what the fuck you wrote LOL so quit trying to make me suck that dick cuz I'm not swallowing that bullshit.

I know a lot of people are saying Gojo isn't really dead, and there are lot of theories that have evidence backing them up but I'm still never going to get over how gege wrote an off fucking screen dead for one of his most hyped characters all cuz he doesn't know how to fucking write the fucker.

Do you know what other writers do? They cripple the fuckers to keep them from being so OP. All gege had to do was cripple Gojo (which technically is part of the theories going around) and if he DOES do that, I'm still gonna be annoyed that he wrote that shit off screen even if Gojo is alive.

Nothing will fucking make any Gojo fan get over the fact that this shit was done off-screen. It is so fucking cheap.

[hiiddens]

[ ♛ ]  ° • LIGHT UP THE SKY !

001. what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of?

cherry, rina sawayama — “when they tell you that you've got to stay the same / even though you're not yourself / and you've got somebody else / when they tell you that you've got yourself to blame / even though it's not your fault / but your heart just wants to know, know”

honourable mentions: sunburnt through the glass by prep, cupid (twins ver.) by fifty fifty, whistle by blackpink braveheart

002. a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad.

fermata, oh!gg — “first fermata (rest) in my life / i found the smile i had lost / first fermata (rest) in my heart / although it’s not a perfect world / life changes in relaxation, first attempt”

honourable mentions: after moon by twice flora, paper plane by girls’ generation

003. your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist.

mirror, hyuna — “you want perfection / but the more you want it, the farther you get from it / stop with the endless greed / don’t forget what’s important”

004. a song that inspires or motivates you.

alien superstar, beyoncé — “i'm too classy for this world / forever i'm that girl / feed you diamonds and pearls / ooh, baby / i'm too classy to be touched / i pay them all in dust / i'm stingy with my love (unique)”

005. what’s a song that reminds you of someone?

ok on your own, mxmtoon ft. carly rae jepsen — “it wasn't meant to be / maybe we knew that from the start / i can't complete you, baby / but i'll hold you in my heart”

006. the song that gets you in the mood to party.

summertime, flo — “me and my girls are going in this summer / rolling, rolling in the back of the Hummer / and we gon' do anything we wanna / yeah, we gon' do anything we wanna”

007. your guilty pleasure.

candy, nct dream — “everything’s changed / including my feelings for you / doesn’t mean that i don’t love you / because now I’m going to change myself”

008. a song that’s out of your typical music preference.

jet black heart, 5 seconds of summer — “the blood in my veins / is made up of mistakes / let's forget who we are / and dive into the dark / as we burst into color / returning to life”

009. what do you listen to when you’re in love?

little little, red velvet — “the wind blows past my cheeks / my heart churns because of you / it keeps softly blowing / you shake up my world / this feeling is probably love, love, love”

honourable mention: safety net by ariana grande ft. ty dolla sign

010. do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood?

remember the time, michael jackson — “do you remember / how we used to talk? / you know we'd stay on the phone at night 'til dawn / do you remember / all the things we said? / like, i love you so, i'll never let you go”

honourable mentions: hide and seek by imogen heap, milky way by boa

011. is there a song your parent / sibling / friend / etc. introduced you to that you love?

back to life, zayn — “what if we never met / what if i never saw her / ‘cause i've been burning up for so long / in a world that just keeps getting colder”

012. a song you didn’t expect to like.

lucky one, exo indigo — “at the raging moment / and you stop in my world / you are my only one / the moment i discover you / you shine more radiantly / i’ll be the lucky one”

013. what song would be your ‘intro’ music?

shooting star, xg — “uh, everything i do, i do it a1, flawless / make 'em go insane, pandemonium riot / always looking fresh / got that green in my diet / head to my toe / shinin' like canary diamonds ”

014. what song best represents your outward look —  or your attitude towards life?

the state of dreaming, marina — “if only you knew my dear / how i live my life in fear / if only you knew my dear / how i know my time is near”

015. the song with your favorite lyrics.

i, taeyeon fleur ft. verbal jint — “but strong girl, you know you were born to fly / tears you’ve cried, / all of the pain you’ve felt / for the day you’ll fly even higher, / it’s to prepare you”

honourable mention: been though by exo indigo

[aemoglobin]

i watched a lot of album unboxing and photocard organizing videos today...it was fun. i’m living vicariously through people who clearly still live with their parents and aren’t worrying about rent or utilities lmfao cuz there is No way you are affording this level of hobby dedication on a minimum wage job

sad i don’t have the time/energy to do pc trades/sales or in-depth organization but then again, i am very VERY casual about this in comparison to even the self-professed ‘casual’ ytubers lol. maybe if i ever get a desk and some more bookcases or shelving, i can indulge a little bit...as a treat. i mean i have a lot of supplies left over from when i was into journaling and those translate over fairly well into packaging for trading/selling. i would just have to re-dl insta and retailor it for pc trades/selling....which i don’t really want to do...but i COULD, if i get bored enough.

also found that more people are multis than stantwt would have you believe. a lot of the ytubers i watched had multiple biases, were buying/trading for multiple groups, and listened to a variety of groups. i’m currently trying to find more ytubers who are primarily into ggs and not bgs u.u;; but it was interesting to see! i guess in my corner of stantwt i’ve only really seen people who have one or two groups they’re into vs these ytubers/insta users who collect for A Lot of different groups. like i only limit myself bc i’m minimum wage lol not wasting $500+/mo on rent and utilities really broadens your hobby horizons, huh

a couple of the videos made me realize that some of the inclusions/cards i got in my albums are like...Popular or Heavily Wanted and they’re just sitting in my binders lmfao......but again i don’t have the time/energy to get involved with that aspect of the community. and i will cherish my pc dupes even if i don’t like having them in spirit.

i am mentally pronouncing 95% of these names wrong lmfaoooooo i knew my korean was bad but i didn’t realize it was This bad. that’s what i get for never watching actual content where they talk and say names out loud and only watching mvs. sue me i hate the editing style and lack of english captions for most of the extra video content available for my groups! i can’t hear the right way to say his name if it’s pronounced completely different from how it’s spelled and i have to Guess based on dialogue i can barely catch because everyone talks so fast  (17 i am looking directly at you)!!! not that i think Ye Average White Girl Ytuber is saying their names with 100% accuracy but y’know. 

i don’t even really have a wishlist of pcs outside of loona ones. i only really like olivia and kim lip so i’d be in trouble lol and i don’t want to spend money on cards.....i have enough problems with buying things i don’t need as it is lol

[nighteyed]

Allow me to get sappy on my corner of the internet for a minute. Thanks.

This past week has been a struggle of emotion. Sadness and anger and tears. I didn't understand why. I thought it was one thing, but I know the reason now. Today is your birthday, and I find myself so deeply lost in the years we were friends.

It's been years since we last spoke, years since the final "gg's" after bashing our head against our keyboards trying to get a better rating. We had a hot streak, so we called it quits after 13 wins. We said our gg's, and we said, "Goodnight, same time tomorrow? See you then!" We left the game on a high since we were so close to 2k (which was a first for our team). We were on the verge, and it felt like the last 3 years working as 2 parts of a 3v3 team, that we were getting somewhere.

The death of a friendship is hard. It never ceases to amaze me how I can be living my life, and then I'm suddenly overcome with a reminder of you. It unveils a hurt that I thought I had long buried. It's a weakness that I let it even bother me. Yet, it wasn't just our time spent gaming that I mourn. It was the grade school years, the high-school years. All the laughs and hugs and let's go here and there. All the advice and the late night talks. It's over 10 years of friendship gone in the span of a night.

I know you, and I know you retreat when things get hard. I know it wasn't just me who you left that night. I know you are happy, though, and doing well, and maybe it was time for you to move on. Maybe our friendship was a stepping stone for your journey, and if it was, then I am so glad. I am so glad we met and I had that time with you. I might not have left a lasting impression, but you did. You are still talked about in the sphere of friends we shared. You were a fucking light Mario and you saved my life that night and I never told you.

I have always made it known that I will always be here for you. If it's a year from now or 50 years. You are and will always be one of my dearest friends.

[pesterloglog]

Dirk Strider, Jane Crocker

Act 6, page 4454-4459

timaeusTestified [TT] began bothering gutsyGumshoe [GG] at 1:43

TT: I should probably warn you.

GG: About what?

GG: Yet another exploding game trap?

TT: Well shit.

TT: She already sent it?

GG: Yes.

GG: But to be fair, she warned me not to run it.

TT: That's weird.

GG: Why?

GG: She was probably just trying to protect me from the Batterwitch's latest assassination attempt.

GG: Sheesh, I can't believe you all finally got me saying "Batterwitch" too. Who would have thought?

TT: No, it's weird because Lalonde was the one who rigged it to explode.

TT: It's a bogus copy she coded herself. The real game file she downloaded is totally legit.

GG: What? Really?

TT: Got it right here myself. Checked it out.

TT: File's fuckin' clean as a whistle.

TT: A whistle that overcame a major substance abuse problem. Trying to get its life back on track.

TT: The whistle is holding down a steady job now. It's taking things one day at a time.

TT: Eat a fuckin' dinner off that whistle.

GG: ...

TT: Ok I'll shut up.

GG: Why would she do that?

TT: To accomplish exactly what it sounds like got accomplished.

TT: You narrowly averting the "fake" threat to your life, then getting your shit all hot and bothered at the Baroness over it.

TT: Then you abdicate your heiress throne or something, and give up on this game as a big fuck you to the genocidal cake alien.

GG: But...

GG: If she felt so strongly that I shouldn't play, she could have told me.

GG: Or, told me more forcefully, I guess. I would have listened!

GG: Maybe.

GG: :(

TT: She's working through some problems right now.

TT: Really doesn't want us to play that game.

TT: So I guess this was the insane stunt she whipped up to derail the inevitable.

TT: Kinda reckless for my tastes.

TT: One of the above statements is a fucking lie, are you gutsy enough a gumshoe to spot it.

GG: Maybe she was justified in taking such an extreme measure. I sure hadn't been taking her seriously.

GG: She even warned me not to play it until she got back, but I went ahead anyway because I was too impatient!

GG: Actually...

GG: Now that I think about it, she was probably going to disarm it or such when she got back, seeing as her objective had essentially been accomplished already by an ACTUAL assassination attempt.

GG: After that, I told her I would believe her about everything.

GG: That probably made her feel guilty about setting me up, so she told me not to touch the file until she returned.

TT: Sounds about right.

GG: But then I went ahead and ran it anyway like a doofus.

GG: I think she just wanted to be believed.

GG: Shucks.

GG: Am I an awful friend?

TT: Nope.

GG: I'm not so sure about that.

TT: Well, before you go taking a massive sad crap all over your friendship credentials, consider this.

TT: Only she could manage to blow up your computer with a nasty deathloop virus and somehow make YOU be the one to feel shitty about it.

GG: Heh!

GG: You're right.

TT: Or maybe you're the one who uniquely fills the predicate in that construction.

TT: I don't god damn know.

TT: Your friendship with her is a half drunken three-legged relay race, and the baton is a stick of dynamite.

TT: And you two are the only ones on the track. Me and English are watching from under the bleachers, high-fiving constantly.

GG: I guess that's a pretty apt metaphor, even though it doesn't make the slightest bit of sense.

TT: Yes.

GG: I just wanted to start playing the game so badly!

GG: Now more than ever. I have reason to believe the stakes have increased dramatically.

TT: They have.

TT: And they will continue to.

GG: I think our dream counterparts are all marked for death, and if we are to stand a chance, we must move quickly.

TT: I agree.

TT: Just heard about your assassination on Prospit.

GG: Oh, she told you already?

TT: Who, RL? No.

TT: I read it in a newspaper.

GG: Um.

GG: Are you being ironic again?

TT: No.

TT: I just picked up one of the sleazy Dersite tabloid rags.

TT: Sometimes they'll feature some pretty entertaining gossip about the royalty or whatever.

TT: But they're primarily dedicated to smearing Prospit. The press had a field day with the deaths of the Page and the Maid.

GG: Dersite? You mean the other planet? The evil one?

TT: Derse, yeah.

TT: Not evil, necessarily. That's a bit simplistic. The kingdom represents the forces of opposition to Prospit and the four heroes. Us.

GG: What did the story say about me?

TT: "DEAD"

TT: Was the big ass headline.

TT: Then a photo of your dead body lying there, followed by a lot of bullshit slander.

TT: It was also reported your tower exploded. They couldn't find the body to give it a proper funeral. Probably incinerated.

GG: I didn't realize you had woken up in the game already.

GG: When did that happen?

TT: Dunno. Years ago. Don't really recall.

GG: I guess I shouldn't act surprised you didn't tell me. What with all your highfalutin secrecy.

TT: It's hard to explain.

TT: I was never technically asleep there. I was awake without realizing it.

TT: Then I realized it.

TT: And I sorta learned how to be awake there while awake here too.

TT: I am awake there now, albeit pretending to sleep.

GG: Pretending? Why?

TT: For one thing, it gets a bit distracting managing two alert bodies in different places at the same time.

TT: And for another thing, it's better to maintain appearances.

TT: Everyone on Derse believes their heroes haven't woken yet.

TT: Though they are both rumored to be very active sleep walkers.

TT: Which is half true. She can't ever seem to sleep still. Goes off wandering for days.

TT: Sometimes I've gotta go round her up from some godforsaken cranny of the abyss. Drag her tipsy ass home, tuck her back in.

TT: Maybe I'll chain her leg to the bed if she doesn't wake up soon.

TT: Though in light of the recent assassinations, her slumbering attraction to the void probably works to her advantage. No one ever knows where she is.

GG: I'm still not sure I'm following.

GG: Why are you maintaining the appearance of being asleep? On Prospit, it seemed as if the people there regarded me and Jake very highly. Like celebrated figures.

GG: Is it not the same way on Derse?

TT: No, it's essentially the same situation here.

TT: They glorify us the same way. Almost like we're their purple pajama'd team mascots. Even though they will completely oppose our objective when all is said and done.

TT: Kinda ridiculous, really.

TT: But even so, I think it's better to lay low, not alert anyone to my...

TT: Alertness. 😎

TT: That way I can sneak around and gather information. Do some reconnaissance before shit starts getting real.

GG: In other words, read newspapers, get a feel for "the word on the street," and such?

GG: As might a detective? :B

TT: Yeah, among other things. Like keep an eye on agent activity.

GG: You mean... secret agents??

TT: No, more like high ranking officials.

TT: Judging from your knife wound, I'm betting you were the victim of the Archagent himself.

TT: You should feel honored, I guess.

GG: Who's that?

TT: A guy named Noir.

TT: Real nasty dude. Crazy ambitious. Loves knives.

TT: If we're going to stand any chance of winning this thing,

TT: I've got this nagging suspicion we're gonna have to take him down first.

TT: And a feeling that nags equally,

TT: Is it ain't gonna be easy.

GG: I guess I should find all that ominous.

GG: But I cannot lie, sir.

GG: Nothing you have said has made me one iota less excited to begin this adventure!

GG: Those dastardly agents can try to assassinate me all they like. I just want to get started!

TT: That's the most awesome way to be, Jane.

TT: And it is again why you will be our leader.

TT: (Sort of.)

GG: Right.

GG: Still fixing to pull the strings for us, per your extensive puppet metaphor?

TT: Pulling them as we speak.

TT: I am having Lil Seb install a real copy of the client on another computer in your house.

TT: A clean computer, not any of this BCCorp garbage you tend to accumulate.

TT: I'll have to insist from this point onward, you employ neutral devices.

TT: That shit fucks with your head.

GG: Hrm.

GG: Alrighty, I think I can make that concession.

TT: Once it's installed, I'll connect with you. I will be your server player.

TT: I know this isn't what you were hoping for, but some improvisation is in order.

TT: While you get the ball rolling, I'll try to talk some sense into that mercurial boozehound.

GG: Sounds like a plan.

GG: I do hope she comes around. It would be a bummer to play without her.

TT: She will.

GG: Say, do I even have any machines that survived the explosion besides this one?

TT: Do you even have any machines that don't inundate you with fucking Hamburger Helper ads and Guy Fieri's heinous propaganda?

GG: I guess not. :p

GG: Still, some nice things were surely destroyed.

GG: I think Detective Pony was caught in the blast.

GG: It's unlikely Acorn survived. :'(

TT: A fitting end to a life of moral compromise.

GG: So, since I'm apparently out of "neutral devices,"

GG: Which computer is Seb installing the file on?

TT: On your dad's computer downstairs.

TT: One in the study.

GG: Gotcha.

GG: My poor dad.

GG: He surely heard the explosion. I've put him through so much today.

GG: Oh no...

TT: What?

GG: I just had a dreadful thought.

GG: The kitchen is just below my room.

GG: What if he had begun baking his afternoon cake when my computer exploded?

TT: I wouldn't worry about it.

GG: Maybe I should go look?

GG: Though I'm a little afraid to.

TT: I think it'll take a lot more to kill that dude than a little falling debris.

TT: Trust me.

GG: I hope so.

GG: The Crockers have something of a legacy when it comes to losing forebears in mysterious explosions.

GG: I would be so sad if I kept the tradition alive like this.

TT: The most you have to worry about is getting grounded back to the stone age.

TT: When you enter the session, he'll probably lock you up in a prison cell on Derse.

TT: Probably stick a huge safe in front of the bars for good measure.

TT: Now do me a favor and hop off the couch.

GG: Ok.

GG: What are you doing?

TT: Makin' room for something big.

[shivasdarknight]

hi i just made myself really sad with how i concluded ch3 of that ysayle fix it fic im working on

like really fkn sad gg me lmfAO