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gnomeantics · 1 year ago

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for those unable to attend the livestream i present:

NOTES FROM THE HATCHETFIELD HALLOWEEN PARTY 14th October 2023, 01:00 BST (my time!) / 13th October 2023, 17:00 PDT (their time!)

Note: These notes are at times a little nonsensical and useless and just quotes. This is because it lasted from 01:00-04:00 for me meaning I was incredibly tired. Please bear with <3

Section 1: Nerdy Prudes Must Die talkback

Started with chiptune of Feast or Famine and then chiptune of Jane’s A Car

Steph’s dad may be dead but at least she has a boyfriend <3

Joey was eating beef and potato stew for most of the first segment

When Jeff was asked for the inspiration for The Summoning: “[…] I don’t know. That just popped in my head. It could be true.” (His answer was Wizard of Oz.)

Section 2: Hatchet Town Trivia Challenge

I tried to keep track of “chat vs cast” points but lost count and failed rather miserably

Nora’s last name is Beanie. Nora Beanie

Jeff is “an avid lover of baby-water” (water pure enough for babies to drink) and “widely known as Doctor Spreadsheets” (my notes just say “baseball game”)

Every time the world destroys, Ted dies twice: once as Ted, once as homeless guy

Lex helped deliver Hannah by teleporting her out of the womb through the Black and White

Greenpeace Girl’s name is Harmony Jones!

Wilbur Cross murdered Duke Senior (Duke Keane’s dad) this may be explored in future.

Section 3: Workin’ Boys

All of my “notes” here are just gushing about the characters. I have written nothing useful enough to be put here

Section 4: Workin’ Boys talkback

Chad was not included in WB because it was deemed that nobody could live up to the legend. This spawned the “Darren 4 Chad” movement in chat

The Workin’ Boys album will be out around next week if all goes to plan. It is 5 tracks and would include Mariah’s version of the Show Stoppin’ Number monologue as well as at least some of her singing it (as seen in the show; hoping for a full version!!)

Mariah’s character in the audience was called Woman.

Lauren’s character in the audience was Courtney, Thrash’s girlfriend from Killer Track

Paul Gabriel’s character was Paul Gabriel

Linda Monroe auditioned for Workin’ Girls and was the only one who didn’t get a part (Ruth was chosen over her). This is why she was happy to see it crash and burn

The programmes made for Workin’ Girls had very detailed bios, which hopefully when in full quality will be readable when paused. This may set up the potential for the Workin’ Girls actresses to be in future HF projects where this can be explored

Jaime will hopefully be in the next Starkid musical!!!!

The Black Book was originally supposed to debut in Workin’ Boys, in its original form in 2020

The 2020 version was planned as a feature-length film but eventually it was decided that it was confusing and remodelled.

The Summoning was supposed to be in Workin’ Boys – the producer would have tricked Hidgens into making the girls perform a ritual; it was realised that this didn’t make much sense so the song was transferred to NPMD

Section 5: The Future Of Hatchetfield

Hatchetfield was supposed to be finished by 2020

Starkid is not going to be exclusively Hatchetfield in the future; their next full-length musical will not be Hatchetfield

NMT3 is hopefully going to happen provided there is enough interest! It was supposed to happen in the same year as NMT2 but they take a long time to write (much longer than a full musical) so that couldn’t happen

NMT3 would conclude Lex and Hannah’s story after Yellow Jacket

It would be produced more face to face like a TV show – Nick said “less Zoom call-y”

It would include stories withheld from NMT1 and NMT2

It would entirely depend on how much interest, particularly views on NMT2.

It would be Halloween themed.

“More things akin to Workin’ Boys would be nice” - Nick

The episodes would be:

Bottle Imps

“Bill Woodward has been chosen to test CCRP’s latest and greatest product: Bottle Imps. These reality-bending buddies will bring their owner the one thing they desire most. When his new imp, Lovely, leads him to his soulmate, Bill decides to use his magical companion to play matchmaker. But to help Charlotte find the man of her dreams, Bill will have to bend the Imp’s rules. Rules he’s been warned, must never be broken…”

Frankenruth

“Desperate to see a naked body, Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz volunteer at the morgue of St. Damian’s Hospital. Their terrible plan becomes exponentially more terrible, when they become unwitting subjects in the experiments of the body-snatching madman, Doctor Lazlo, who claims to have conquered death itself. If Hatchetfield thought Ruth was bad before, then they will cower before the unspeakable horror of… Frankenruth!”

Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree

“Becky Barnes is on top of the world! Not in a literal sense, of course. She’s deathly afraid of heights. After years of struggle, Becky’s life is finally everything she dreamed it would be. She’s engaged to her High School sweetheart, Tom Houston, and the two have a surprise baby on the way! But as the couple prepared for the arrival of Baby Marie, a shadow from Becky’s past returns to haunt them.”

Devil’s Night

“Tim Houston has a crush. Unfortunately, it’s on his older, mature, and totally cool babysitter, Grace Chasity, who he fears will never see him as anything but a snot-nosed little kid. But when a devilish maniac with murderous designs on Grace attacks Hatchetfield the night before Halloween, Tim must protect his beloved, or join the killer’s growing body count. It’s another slashing adventure on the night HE came home… Devil’s Night.”

Miss Holloween

“It’s Halloween in Hatchetfield once again, and Miss Holloway is celebrating the same way she’s done for decades, staving off the horrors that go bump in the night. But when Duke gives her an invitation to his wedding, the dejected Miss Holloway begins to chafe under the terms of a contract forged many years ago. She strikes a new bargain, but unfortunately her creditors are known for their tricks, not treats. Just as Miss Holloway gives up her powers in exchange for a mortal life, a monstrous new threat rears its ugly head. As All Hallows Eve descends, and all Hell breaks loose, Miss Holloway must save the town or die trying… for real this time.”

Orbweaver

“Lex Foster had a life once. A home. A boyfriend. Now there is only the road, and her sister, and the fear of the men who are hunting them. As Hannah Foster watches Lex sink deeper into despair, she is certain of only three things: Webby is gone. She cannot help them. They are alone. Elsewhere, an old soldier awakens from a catatonic state. Returned from some unimaginable Hell with a mission. He knows that somewhere two magical girls require immediate evac… then maybe some coffee.”

As NPMD was conceived of first, it was supposed to be a Nerdy Prudes series: Nerdy Prudes Must Die, Horny Campers Must Die… (this was turned into NMT2’s Abstinence Camp)

The next Hatchetfield full-length musical would probably be about Miss Holloway if there was enough interest.

There is the possibility of a full movie set in Hatchetfield if there is enough interest. (Workin’ Boys was like a trial for how Hatchetfield works in film)

It would be called Cast Party Massacre

“The Hatchetfield Community Players. You will never find a cattier troupe of two-faced thespians. But when the blood begins to flow at their latest show’s cast party, they must consider: is there a secret murderer in their midst? And more importantly, who amongst them is a good enough actor to pull off such a performance? Can they set aside their petty squabbles and tangled romances, or is it curtains for this ensemble? Who will survive… the Cast Party Massacre!”

It would possibly feature the girls from Workin’ Boys.

The licencing rights to TGWDLM will be available soon!

#that took fucking AGES to type out #it's almost 5am now i'm going to bed #thhat was SUCH a good livestream though!!!#starkid #npmd spoilers #<- vaguely? a little? best be safe #hall of fame #yapping

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screamingatanemptyroom · 11 months ago

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Please Fix the Story pt 29- The Higher Realm

Next part. A little shorter, but I think part 30 or 31 may be the end of the official story, not counting any side parts. Wish me luck!

Masterpost linked here

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“Adonis is here.”

As I processed his words, I watched the glowing words: “Soul transfer 59% complete.“ fade away. Once they disappeared, I felt a surge in the strange dark power with me. I looked down at my hands, seeing a barely visible power coiling around them.

Finally, I broke past 49%! And I can sense this power better than before. It’s definitely growing, whatever it is... even if I can't use it still. Hopefully this become something useful!

“Bel? Are you okay?” Liam’s questions broke me from my thoughts, and I looked back at him, the brief flash of dark power fading back into nothingness.

“I’m okay. So Adonis is here? Already?” At the grim news, I rubbed my hands together in excitement. “FINALLY! It’s time to unleash my super secret trap!”

“Your trap?” Liam rubbed his shoulder, likely still feeling the pain from his gunshot wound from the lower realm. “Is this what you’ve been sneaking off lately to set up?”

“Yep!” I grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him over to a carefully marked cleared area just far enough away from the cave to protect it. It may not be much, but it’s Liam’s home… my home. I’d rather Adonis stay far, far away from it.

Liam was staring down at our clasped hands with an absentminded smile, and didn’t seem to pay attention to our direction. Looking around once we stopped, he was clearly confused. “Why are we stopping here?”

“This is where we want him to find us.” I said with a confident grin.

At my words, Liam gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid that I would be taken away. His anxiety was almost palpable.

I tried to reassure him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Nothing good can ever stay here, Bel.” His eyes were filled with a sadness close to despair. “No matter how much I’ve tried to prevent it, everything here eventually withers and dies.”

“So do you want me to go back with Fart Sniffer McGee?”

He let out an involuntary snort at the silly, insulting name. “No I didn’t say that! I just…”

“Well, perhaps you should…”

A new voice spoke out as Adonis walked out from between the trees, standing in the small clearing in front of us. Seeing me, he smiled, a cocky expression. “Hello, Bel! Looks like your tamed monster recognizes reality better than you. Isn’t it time you admit it too?”

“There’s only one monster here," I said with a polite, distant smile. " And it’s not Liam.”

Adonis frowned. “Don’t deflect, Bel. The truth remains.”

“Truth?”

“What this villain said is correct: Nothing good can survive here. You don’t… you can’t belong here… you belong in the Higher Real. Even this beast knows it. You belong with me!”

“So you knew we were talking about you?” I turned to Liam, chuckling, “Look at him, so readily accepting of the new name Fart Sniffer McGee.”

“Very self-aware.” Liam nodded solemnly.

“Personal growth.” We both applauded politely.

He didn't seem amused at our antics. “SHUT UP!”

“Ooh, I don’t think he likes it.”

Liam shrugged. “We can think of others.”

“Ooh! A new one every day!” We threw out a few, each one more childish and ridiculous than the last. Once we reached “Captain Bum Nugget” however, Adonis finally snapped.

“I SAID SHUT UP!” He took a step forward with a threatening gesture, and I let out a shout of victory.

“FINALLY, YOU HIT THE MARK!” I quickly pulled a rope on the ground, and a net holding a load of large smelly... material... fell. Adonis was quickly covered head to toe, and was knocked to the ground by the weight of the net and its contents.

“…”

There was stunned silence, but it was quickly broken by my laughter. “That’s what you get! Did you really think you could waltz right into OUR realm without consequences?! Enjoy being smelly!”

I looked over at Liam, expecting him to agree with me… but instead he was staring at the… material… coating Adonis with a horrified expression. He then sat down on a nearby stump and slowly put his head in his hands.

“Bel…” He sighed as he spoke. “Do you know what that is?”

“It’s feces!” I answered cheerfully. “I assume from some sort of large beast, although I’ve never seen anything in this realm big enough to make poop like this! It took forever to collect it and set up this trap.” I thought for a moment. “It’s strange though, this has weird flecks in it, almost like tiny jewels… such an odd thing. Do you know which animal…?” I trailed off as I saw Liam’s shoulders shaking. Is he crying?

Liam finally lifted his head, laughing uncontrollably, his face bright red. After a long moment, he finally said “Bel, it’s very creative revenge, but… next time, why don’t we work together to plan it, okay?” His tone seemed resigned.

“…Sure.” I hadn’t expected such a big reaction from him, but quickly agreed.

Adonis finally recovered from his shock. “Bel, it’s time to go home.” His voice was low and intense, but the intimidation factor was incredibly dialed down by his feces-covered appearance.

“I AM home, Adonis.” I grabbed Liam’s hand again. “I’m staying here with Liam. In fact… we’ve just agreed to get married!”

Adonis lunged forward, but we took a huge step back, avoiding him.

“Cut the crap, Bel!”

“Ooh… poor choice of words!” I tried to high five Liam, who hesitated for a long moment, and then finally gave me one with another sigh.

Adonis was undisturbed. “Joke all you like. You can’t change reality with quips and funny words.” His face was distorted by a snarl. “I don’t know how you’re still alive, but even if you’ve found a temporary measure, it won’t last forever. You are a heroine. THE heroine. Your very nature rejects and is rejected by this realm. The longer you stay, the weaker you become. Even if you force yourself to remain here, then the realm itself will begin to destabilize and fade.”

His words struck like a blow. “You’re lying.” I whispered, wishing I believed my own words.

Adonis chuckled grimly. “I don’t lie, Bel. You and I don’t agree at all on a lot of things, but you know me well enough to know I don’t lie.”

“That doesn’t mean you tell all of the truth.” Liam finally spoke up, glaring.

Adonis didn’t back down. “Shut up, Monster.”

“Stop calling him that!”

“Silly, innocent, Bel.” Adonis laughed at my outburst. “What do you think Liam is?”

“Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“I already told you: I don’t lie. I call Liam a monster because that’s exactly what he is.” He grinned. “ A literal monster. Don’t believe me? Just ask him.”

I felt Liam shaking beside me and gripped his hand tighter. I knew Liam wasn’t human, but I don’t want to learn the truth from Adonis. Which means I have one option left:

“Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes, and stated nonchalantly. “Liam told me a while ago.”

Bluffing.

Adonis was taken aback by my confidence, but soon his eyes narrowed, studying me. “You don’t know. He wouldn’t tell you!”

“Think what you want.” I shrugged. “But I’ve been here a while… since you kidnapped me and dumped me here, by the way… and it would be impossible for Liam to hide his true self for this long.”

“You…”

“I know everything.” I lied, knowing almost nothing. “And I don’t care. I’m staying with him anyways.”

Adonis was silent for a long moment, looking at us both, his gaze dropped, focusing on our clasped hands.

“FINE.” He turned around, and I tried not to chuckle as he trailed poop on the ground.

But his next words stilled any desire to laugh.

“This place will either kill you or destroy itself. The end will come sooner than you expect. If you don’t care about all the countless lower realms and all their innocent inhabits out there that you are condemning to destruction by staying here, then at least care about your own well being, or your friend’s, as he needs this place to stay alive. If it fades... well, you know. I’ll come back to collect you once you’ve come to your senses.” He shook his head, and I felt a growing sense of dread. “Give up, Bel. You must accept your fate.”

He was gone, and Liam and I were left alone.

I let go of Liam’s hand, stepping away, and he reached out as if to catch me, his hand pausing mid-motion, his face pale.

His terrified eyes met mine. “Bel… I can explain.” Liam’s voice was hoarse, his eyes red, his hand still in the air, shaking. “Please… I’ll tell you everything. Just… just don’t hate me, please…not you too.”

My heart broke at his pain. I reached out, grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly. “I don’t hate you.” I could feel his entire body trembling. “Not even a little.”

He stepped backwards, a small nervous smile on his face. “You say that now but… You don’t know my secret yet.”

“No matter WHAT you are, Liam. You are you. And that’s all that matters.” I held a finger against his lips as he started to speak again. “That being said. Why don’t you tell me in the morning? You and I are both tired, and I don’t really feel like hearing your biggest secret after Adonis the Poop King threatened us. Tell me in the morning, IF you really want me to know."

Liam’s smile grew, his whole expression lighter. “The morning then, I’ll tell you for sure.”

We separated to get some sleep.

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Fragments of worlds flashed through my dreams, one after the next, so quickly I couldn’t grasp what was happening. The few scenes it lingered on made me wish it hadn’t.

…

He was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound. The growls of zombies could be heard in the distance. My eyes were blurred with tears.

All I could see was blood, too much blood.

“Liam.” His name escaped my lips.

“Sorry, I have to go first.”

More blood.

“Next time, let’s get married? “

…

Before I could respond I was in a new world, facing him once more. He was larger, more muscular, but too pale. Laying on a bed. Two small puncture wounds were visible on his neck.

“Liam… wake up.”

My hand, shaking, tried to check a pulse, hoping, praying to find it.

There was only the stillness of death.

…

World after world, flipping through too fast to remember. Finally, it stilled once more.

“Why do you always die, Liam?” I was crying once more.

He laughed a sad sound, but I couldn’t see him. His voice was above me. “That’s the fate of a villain, Bel. That’s the fate of a monster. I was never meant to be happy. I was only ever meant to be sacrificed for others’ happiness.” He faded away to nothing, and I was alone in the dark.

“Liam.”

*** YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE***

The blue words hung there, threateningly, and I backed away. The words followed, leaving me unable to run away even if I wanted to.

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“LIAM!”

I woke up in a cold sweat, struggling to sense what was real and what wasn’t. Breathing deeply, I pushed myself up, getting out of the bed, moving towards the center of our cave.

I wanted to find Liam.

I searched all the rooms, however, and he wasn’t there.

Panicking a bit, I walked out of the cave.

Thud.

Something small and white fell from the sky and landed at my feet. I looked closer. It appeared to be a white dove. Its neck broken. Blood pooled underneath it, almost staining my feet.

“What…?” Where did the dove come from, how had it survived in this realm? Why did it die?

As I watched on in horror, the blood moved and formed into words:

YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE,

I ran away. I was no longer sure if I was still trapped within the dream or if reality itself had gone insane. Nothing else mattered but my goal:

I needed to see Liam.

“Liam!” I called out again, seeing some traces along the ground and following the trail. I could hear movement up ahead, and Liam’s voice, talking seemingly to himself. The voice was familiar and not at the same time, spoken with a deep harsh tone.

“Okay, I just have to be calm, Bel said she doesn’t care what I am…. NO!… this is stupid, I should run away… but I can’t run away, that would mean leaving Bel behind… Maybe, I could take her with me? … YEAH! ... But wait... that defeats the purpose of running away to keep her from finding out what I am!”

I heard a loud growl and a thud. The sounds didn’t seem human. I slowed down, getting a glimpse of an enormous dark something beyond the trees in a large clearing ahead as his voice continued.

“Okay, just tell her the truth, and explain all the benefits… free heating source... free rides flying in the sky… umm… something else… Come on, Liam! Think, think!”

More crashes sounded out, and I hesitated to move into the clearing. What will I find?

I thought of my dream, of Liam in many forms dying in front of me. I thought of the bloody message scrawled out in front of the cave. I can’t back away now.

“Liam!” I called out, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “I’m here! Can I come into the clearing?”

I didn’t want to force him, especially hearing his anxious rants.

Liam let out a shriek, the sound mixed with a strange inhuman growl. “BEL?! Umm… so...you want to come into the clearing… I’m a little indisposed at the moment…”

“Liam.” My voice was soft now, but in the dead silence of the forest, I knew he could hear me. “I want to see you. I won’t run away.”

“…” The silence dragged on and on. Just as I was about to give up and walk away…

“You can come.” He sounded scared, resigned, but at the same time, determined.

“Are you sure…?”

“I’m sure.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Immediately I looked up, tilting my head back all the way upwards just to see his face. He was large, not quite as large as the ancient beast from previous the lower realm. If then he had been the size of a mountain, now he was the size of a three story house.

He was darker than the night sky above him, with shining scales interlocking in a tight armor.

Spikes rose up in a long row, bristling, protecting his back.

Large wings, with stretched leathery skin flapped nervously behind him.

A long winding neck, leading upward.

Teeth, enormous and deadly, protruded from an elongated scaly jaw.

And looking straight at me, unblinking, were his eyes, the vertical slit pupil set within a wonderful, familiar dark blue. The face seemed unsuited for showing emotion, yet I could see everything he felt within the depths of his eyes.

Nervousness.

Excitement.

Caring.

It WAS Liam.

Liam was a dragon.

I hesitated for a moment, and in that silence, I saw the fear bloom brightly within his eyes. His head tucked in, hiding underneath his wings.

“Liam… you’re a dragon?” I phrased it as a question, but he could be nothing else. “Wow, that’s really cool!”

"Really?" Slowly, his eyes peeked out from his wings. “You’re not just saying that?” It felt strange to hear Liam’s voice coming from this form, but it was the familiar sound that reassured me as well.

“Nope! I think you look very strong and awesome!” I reached out a hand and moved forward, Liam stuck out his head close, allowing me to touch the side of his face. The black shiny scales seemed softer to the touch than I had expected, the surface cool against my palm.

“You really don’t care? Even though I’m a monster?”

“I’d rather be in the company of a dragon like you than the kind of monster that Adonis is.” I shrugged. “I guess that says a lot about me.”

“Thank you, Bel.” His voice was filled with relief, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I settled in, asking, “Have you always been a dragon? Or did you start out human?”

"Always." Liam crouched down, keeping his head low towards the ground so I didn’t have to bend my neck to see him. “This is what I am. I’ve been like this since I was old enough to remember anything.”

“Were you always here, in this realm?”

Liam let out an angry growl. “No. I came from a different realm. One where dragons and humans existed together. I was young… very young, when I was taken away. Dragons tend to be solitary creatures, but typically they protect their young until they reach adulthood.” He sighed. “My parents, however, died right after my birth, killed in a large battle with humans. After that, I was being raised by my grandfather. He was amazing! He taught me what it meant to be a dragon.”

“Your grandfather raised you?” Is he…” I trailed off, unable to finish the question.

“Dead.” Liam’s voice was flat. "The System came to collect me. My grandfather tried to stop it… he was destroyed, along with my entire realm.” Two golden tears dropped from the dragon’s eyes. “I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t save anyone.”

“The System?”

“I don’t know what it is. It appeared as bright blue words written across the sky when I saw it. It’s what makes the portals… what creates the missions we see in the lower realms. It controls seemingly everything but at the same time seems to be interested in nothing. I don’t know if it’s a god or the devil or something else entirely… but I watched its power as it destroyed my realm.”

Bright blue words? Shuddering, I thought of the counter that only I could see. Is that the system too? I reached out, trying to hug the enormous dragon head. “I’m sorry Liam.”

“It told me I was born to be the ultimate villain, and that all others would derive their fate from me.” He sighed. “It said that the classic story was that of a hero, a princess, and the monster that kidnaps the princess. My fate was to separate them, and then be destroyed to allow for a happy ending.” He looked down at me. “Then I woke up here, alone except the occasional creature that tries to survive… they never do, not for long. This world slowly destroys them. Of course, most nights, portals would open up and drag me in.”

“Liam…”

“You saw my mission last time. They’re all like that. Lose everything, get severely injured… die. Every single one of them. The story of the lower realms can’t be complete unless there is a satisfyingly bad end to the villain.”

“Did you always follow the mission?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Not at first. Especially when I was still very young, I struggled against it, tried to avoid it. I would run and hide and stay away. But then the lower realm would be destroyed, I would wake up here and the next world would open up shortly. Finally, I started to complete the mission as quickly as possible, so I could just go back home, and no one else would get hurt.”

I wished I couldn’t imagine it, but I could. I had been to countless lower realms with Adonis. How many of them had Liam been there, dying, getting hurt, just so that he could stop suffering and come back here? How many times has he chosen to die painfully, rather than let a lower realm be destroyed? I remembered him drinking the poison when we first met, his nonchalant expression at his upcoming demise.

“Bel, don’t cry.”

“I’m not…” My voice paused, as I reached up and felt tears running down my face. “I…”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

“It’s NOT okay!”

“It’s my fate.”

“SCREW FATE!”

*** Soul transfer 73% complete. ***

I ignored the words, feeling slightly sick sight of the glowing blue letters. If this is the system, this… thing… kidnapped Liam and forced him into this never-ending hell. I can’t trust anything it says.

Liam laughed, his eyes happy. “Yeah, screw fate.”

I touched his face again. “I will protect you. I won’t let fate, or the System, or even Adonis win. We’ll find a way for me to stay here, and then find a way to avoid our fates AND save the lower realms.”

“…”

“What you don’t believe me?”

He blinked. “You still want to stay here?”

“Yeah… aren’t we getting married? Typically married people stay in the same realm of existence.”

“YOU STILL WANT TO MARRY ME?”

“Of course! Didn't I already ask you in the last lower realm? Out of the two people I’ve met in the higher realms, you are definitely the best husband material.”

“I’m a dragon.”

“And the other choice is Adonis.”

“… Fair.” He chuckled. “I believe you, but promise me: if we do anything to go against fate… let’s do it together.”

“Deal. Now let’s head back.”

“First, you’ll need blood.” He raised a claw, and bit it, dripping golden drops into a small bowl. He then was covered in a black smoke, and a much smaller, much more human Liam emerged and picked up the bowl, walking towards me with a smile. “Here you go.”

“….”

“Bel?”

“…”

“Umm….”

I finally forced out. “LIAM, YOU ARE NAKED!”

“Shoot!” He shoved the bowl into my hands and grabbed pants that had been neatly folded nearby, his face bright red. “Sorry, I forgot.” He paused and looked down at himself. “Everything I have should be normal for a human, right?”

“Liam… It’s fine… yes, you’re normal.” I coughed as he grinned with relief. “There’s nothing wrong, I just… was surprised.” I turned away and drank my bowl of blood, waiting until the sounds of changing had stopped to turn back towards him. He took the bowl and wiped it clean, and then held out his hand for mine.

As we held hands, he laughed again. “Sorry, I forgot you get shocked when I get naked suddenly.”

“This is the first time this has happened, though?”

He paused at my words, his eyes confused. “No… it’s happened before. You were an elf…” He shook his head, as if to clear it. “I can’t remember clearly.”

“Maybe you were flashing some other person?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m certain it was you.” Was his firm answer.

“Okay, sure… so, Liam?”

“Yes?”

“I have a very important question.”

“What’s that?”

“Was it YOUR poop that I dropped on top of Adonis?”

“…”

“Liam?”

“OH LOOK AT THE TIME! Let’s go home!” And with that, Liam dragged me out of the clearing and back to our cave, with me laughing the entire way.

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When we arrived, we came across the dead dove once more. Liam stopped in his tracks, staring down at it silently.

“Actually, this was part of why I was looking for you in the first place. It just flew down out of nowhere, and killed itself here.” I stared at the words written in coagulated blood. “Who would do this?”

“The System.” He spit the words out like a curse.

“Why doves… I thought it spoke in blue glowing letters?”

Liam was still staring down at the dove, and for a moment, I could see the dragon he was behind his human appearing eyes. “Doves have meaning.”

“Meaning?”

“Often a messenger of the divine, or for all-powerful beings… they are also seen as a symbol of peace. So to have one come from the heavens and kill itself, for the message to be written in blood….

“It’s a declaration of war.” I shuddered. “It wants to force us to accept our fate. Me to go back to the Higher Realm and play heroine with Adonis… you…”

“To suffer and die in an endless sacrifice for the happy ending.”

I squeezed his hand. “Neither is going to happen.”

He didn’t look away from the bloody message. “I hope you’re right.”

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Days passed.

Adonis, unfortunately, had not lied. Over time, Liam’s blood became less and less effective. I stayed in bed for most of the day, only able to do brief outings into the forest before having to rest once more. Liam grew increasingly frantic, increasing the dose and would have tried to drain himself dry if I hadn’t stopped him.

But I wasn’t the only one affected.

The edges of the realm were starting to fade into darkness. It took a while for us to realize, but when we came up to the nothingness, the emptiness where forest had once been, I was forced to confront the truth: I was dying. The realm was dying. I couldn’t stay.

But Liam couldn’t leave, except for the lower realms.

The portals became much less frequent, but I went with him each time. We tried to find ways to fix the worlds that completed both our missions, I tried my best to protect Liam from getting hurt.

We did not see Adonis again. He seemed to be biding his time.

Or he was so mad at Operation: Poop Trap that he is spending some time away from us. Either way, not too sad about it.

Finally, one day came. I couldn’t get out of bed at all. Liam stayed by my side, feeding me meat and mixed vegetables he had cooked. His cooking skills were fantastic now, but my failing body could barely appreciate it. I tried my best to eat, anyways, hoping not to worry him.

“Tell me what to do, Bel.” He whispered, feeding me another bite with a roughly carved spoon. “I don’t want to send you back there… but I can’t watch you die.”

“What if I would rather die than go back?” I asked. “Would you knock me out and send me anyways?”

Liam hung his head. “No. I won’t force you. I know better than most what its like to live with no choices. I can't send you into the same existence. If you choose to die...” His eyes filled with tears. “I’ll choose to go with you.”

“No…”

“That’s MY choice, Bel.”

I sighed. “Well, let’s try to avoid that ending then.” I started coughing, unable to take another bite. Liam out away the food with a solemn expression.

“Do you have a plan?”

“I’ve fixed countless broken stories. I always have a plan.” I tried to grin, but was too tired to maintain it for long. “I just need to make it to the next lower realm.”

I thought of the glowing blue counter I could see, and the dark power that even now hovered around my fingertips.

Hopefully this works. Everything depends on finding the right type of lower realm. I don’t have much time left, so I really hope the next one will have what I need. For both of our sakes.

After the discussion we fell silent, but stayed side by side, enjoying being together. A deeply uncertain future faced us, but at least one thing was true:

We were facing it together.

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That night, a new portal opened up. Liam, carrying me, stepped up to the red-rimmed glowing opening.

"Are you sure you want to come?" He asked in a worried tone.

"I'm sure. Once we're inside, I'll try to find you as soon as I can."

"Focus on being safe, first."

I smiled, resting a pale hand against his face. "I'll find a way for us to escape fate, Liam. I promise. The key to it is in this realm." It has to be.

His arms tightened around me. "As long as we're together."

"Together." I agreed.

He stepped into the portal quickly. As always, we were separated immediately after crossing the portal and fell into darkness.

I woke up, confused, looking all around me.

I was in water. Fish swam all around me, sunlight filtering through the waves and bouncing around them. Coral littered the ground, seaweed waving nearby, an intricate underwater garden. It was beautiful. A paradise.

And that’s when I realized I was breathing underwater.

Hmm… that’s not normal. I looked down at my arms. They seemed human enough, my hair coiling around my body. At least I’m not a fish or a sea monster. I thought, looking at the rest of me.

Then I saw my tail.

Ah crap.

I was a mermaid.

#writing #pfts #please fix the story #fantasy #liam and bel #this lower realm is the last one before the end.#hopefully next week will be when I finish this!!!!#wish me luck

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elendiliel · 2 years ago

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Gone

(I split this chunk of series up a bit differently compared to the original; it just made more sense this way. This fic is mostly "Minus One" from Glitch's perspective, but strays into "Persuasion" at the end.)

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Two pairs of servos, one bronze, small and delicate, almost organic in their construction, the other steel grey, larger but just as dexterous, far more clearly mechanical, worked together as though guided by a single mind to reconstruct a fifth servo as best they could. The prosthetic, a replacement for Ultra Magnus’ right hand, lost in a battle with a Predacon, combined Autobot alloy from two different universes – as much of the original as could be retrieved, supplemented by some of the stock sheets Glitch always had in her repair kit – with both Cybertronian and human technology. The mixture might have been called symbolic, but to the medics and engineer who had built the device the choice of materials was entirely practical. It was simply what had been – pun unintended but still regretted – to hand.

As the rest of Team Prime, even the human children, looked on, Ratchet finished connecting the new servo to Magnus’ arm. “We’ve done everything we can,” he reported at last, “considering the limitations of our equipment and less than ideal spare parts.” Glitch thought he was selling himself short. The prosthetic wasn’t pretty, but it did have five digits, though not quite as much articulation as the original. They’d even managed to integrate some of the sensors salvaged from the old servo, which might help Magnus adjust to his new circumstances. Hopefully.

Monitoring her patient as he came out of stasis, she only half-listened as Ratchet continued briefing Prime (and was reassured by him), and as Arcee checked on Wheeljack, who had survived the same battle with all his parts still attached, and clearly hadn’t forgiven himself yet. Which meant she wasn’t fast enough to head Smokescreen off before he compared Magnus’ new servo to what passed for Bumblebee’s voicebox, infuriating the scout. Glitch had picked up the audial code he used only piecemeal, and didn’t understand everything he told the semi-rookie, but that was probably a good thing. She got the gist, though.

“Not tactful,” she informed Smokescreen with an authority born of much trial and too many errors as Bumblebee stormed off. “And this is just a first draft. I have every intention of refining it, if that’s what Magnus wants, once we have better materials. Could even be an opportunity for an upgrade.” Her smile was faintly tinged with homesickness, as it often was when her thoughts wandered to her own reality. “One of the best field-techs back home, Red Alert, lost her left arm to a Decepticon trap in the war. Had it replaced with a Transfer Interlink, which is both a scanner and any surgical tool she needs, made of hard light. Very useful.” Her sense of humour hadn’t been that easy to restore, according to one of her teammates, Ironhide, an old friend of Glitch’s.

“No doubt,” Ultra Magnus put in, having woken up moments before. “But I would prefer something closer to the original.” He examined his new servo, flexing the digits, starting to explore the limits of its sensor network. “This will do, for now. You did well.”

Glitch blushed furiously, knowing that Magnus was always sparing with praise. “Ratchet did more than half the work, and Wheeljack helped with the design. How does it feel?”

“Odd.” He turned it over a couple of times, studying it intently. “But… I could get used to it. I must, if I am to continue to fight alongside you.” Of course that was his priority.

“I don’t think Ratchet will let you do that for a while,” she warned him. She was proved right when, some time later, Agent Fowler alerted the rest of the team to an ongoing Decepticon raid, the second that solar-cycle, and Ultra Magnus’ immediate reaction was, “Let’s roll.”

“Ep, ep!” Ratchet objected. “Your ability to roll remains predicated upon further exploration of your manual dexterity.”

Ultra Magnus looked to Glitch for support, but found none. “I’m sorry, but I’m with Ratchet on this. Going into battle with an untested weapon is a good way to get someone killed, and that someone could well be you.”

Magnus still didn’t want to back down – good commanders made terrible patients, Glitch thought, almost as bad as medics – until Prime intervened. “I’m afraid Ratchet’s authority supersedes my own in medical matters.”

Even Ultra Magnus couldn’t argue with that. Nor could Wheeljack, though he clearly wanted to do so. Glitch’s spark went out to the grounded Wrecker commander as the rest of the Autobots headed for the groundbridge, and one digit traced the scar on her upper chestplate, a reminder of a near-death experience at the servos of a rogue ‘Con. For decacycles afterwards, she had been confined to base, and literally climbing the walls by the end. (Well, those bulbs had needed replacing, and Optimus had put her on light duties.) Every time her team went out on patrol, part of her had been convinced one of them would come back wounded or not at all. Only throwing herself into research or her favourite hobby, music, had kept those thoughts at bay. But she didn’t have time to tell Magnus any of that; there were Decepticons to fight. Without him.

One Decepticon, as it turned out. As the Autobots drove through the bridge, another opened for the Vehicon raiding party, probably courtesy of Soundwave, their air support. Not even Bumblebee could have caught them in time. From her position at the back of the Autobot formation, beside ‘Cee, Glitch heard Soundwave and his drone Laserbeak approach from behind, but Prime barely needed her warning. Before anybot else could react, he had transformed and engaged first the Mini-‘Con, then its master, sending the latter crashing into a power line and into stasis. He’d be fine, though, Glitch reassured herself as Prime called for a groundbridge and the appropriate precautions. Tough beggar, that ‘Con. Well, he was a former gladiator. That didn’t bode well for any attempts to wrangle information out of him, but they had to try.

And try they did. Prime and Soundwave between them taxed everyone’s patience as the master of words sought to persuade the voiceless, faceless spymaster to cooperate, and the Decepticon only replied with a remix of his interrogator’s questions and a flipping emoji. Even an emotional plea combined with the threat of torture didn’t break Soundwave; instead, he unleashed a sonic attack that nearly incapacitated almost all his captors.

Almost all. Glitch knew that Soundwave lived up to his name in both that universe and hers; the one in her reality had used sonic trickery to hypnotise an entire city and control a team of Autobots. So, as she kept an optic on the prisoner’s wellbeing, she had turned her audials’ sensitivity to minimum, a precaution that had paid off. While her teammates tried to shut out the audio assault, she responded with a low-level, painless electromagnetic pulse from Ratchet’s equipment – enough to stun Soundwave for a few nanokliks, but keep him conscious. They still needed information from him.

“Thank you.” Prime sounded as shaken as Glitch had ever heard him. No wonder; he’d been closest to Soundwave, and hit hardest by the attack. That might have been part of the reason Ratchet demanded that they open Soundwave up and take what they needed from his hard drive directly.

Before either Prime or Glitch could object on ethical grounds, Soundwave took the decision out of their servos. Cybertronian text began to scroll across his visor, but instead of downloading data, as Bulkhead thought, he was erasing it. Very efficiently. Moments later, his visor went black, apart from an oscilloscope trace, and a chillingly familiar voice declared, “Soundwave superior; Autobots inferior.”

Some things don’t change, Glitch thought even as Soundwave powered down. As Ratchet said, he’d crashed his own drives to prevent the Autobots learning anything from them. Talk about commitment.

“Nuts and bolts,” she half-cursed, examining the damage. “I was hoping I could restore his memory core from his internal backups, but important parts of them are missing. Inside Laserbeak, I bet. Sound strategy – pun neither intended nor regretted.”

“Do you remember any of the data he displayed?” Prime asked, almost drowning out Smokescreen remarking that her attitude was “cold”. (Maybe it was, but that was how she was built.)

“Enough to tell us that Soundwave has a sense of humour after all, and knows more about human popular culture than I thought. That was the first page of a famous children's novel.” The first Harry Potter book, to be exact.

“Hm.” Rather than dive into the fathomless depths of Earth culture, Prime strode off to consult with Ultra Magnus, leaving her to try to bring Soundwave back online.

She was still trying a megacycle later when Agent Fowler reported another break-in – at a research institute at the South Pole. Once again, Ultra Magnus considered himself ready to roll out; once again, Ratchet objected, but that time Wheeljack stuck up for his commander. The fight with the Predacon had solidified the Wreckers’ previously shaky relationship into one as strong as Decepticon alloy, and Glitch for one was glad of that.

“They’re right,” she said when Ratchet appealed to her. “Magnus has been practising with that hand practically non-stop all day. And if we don’t let him go, we’ll have a stir-crazy Wrecker on our servos.”

Ratchet caved in and stalked away. As Prime assigned Bulkhead and Smokescreen to guard duty, Glitch commented to Arcee that, “at least we’re going somewhere nice and cool.”

“Speak for yourself,” ‘Cee replied. “I’ve ended up in the Arctic too many times for comfort. Nearly died the first time.” Glitch remembered then that Cybertronians of that reality didn’t handle extreme cold well. She was rather more tolerant to it; heat was her enemy. Nevada was almost too warm for her.

“When you visit my universe, steer clear of Blitzwing. Decepticon Triple Changer with three personalities, three faces and more loose screws than a hardware store. One of his personae, Icy, favours his jet mode and a hyperfrost emitter, and another, Random, can use either that or a tank and superheater cannon. The third, Hothead, just prefers the tank and cannon.” She grinned as she remembered something her Bee had told her. “It’s possible to insult him into switching from Icy to Hothead, and therefore from jet to tank. Particularly effective when he’s in midair. Tanks don’t usually fly very well.” Arcee was still laughing when they arrived at their destination and saw the damage the ‘Cons had already done.

Glitch paid little attention to Prime’s conversation with Ratchet, who had realised that Megatron might be trying to rebuild the Omega Lock and cyberform both Earth and Cybertron (though she agreed with Prime; the Decepticons could not be allowed to threaten a living planet). She was too busy watching the party’s rear. ‘Con raiding parties often had air support; that one, it turned out, had a Predacon.

Magnificent, she thought as the winged giant swept towards them, silhouetted against the full moon. Unfortunately, he was also justifiably furious – Magnus and Wheeljack had recently destroyed a squadron of young Predacon clones – and very dangerous. Her magnetic shield barely held back his flames, and he easily dodged Prime’s attempts to shoot him down. As he swept back towards them, ready for another attack, Prime ordered the rest of the party to keep going while he, their only flier, dealt with the Predacon. Glitch saw the logic in his decision, and wished she didn’t.

Up until she heard movement in the next corridor, and signalled the others to wait while she sent a hologram of herself on ahead. When a trigger-happy Vehicon tried to shoot it in the head, they knew they were in for a fight. As Wheeljack remarked, they had been expected.

One of the Wrecker’s grenades shortened the battle dramatically; Glitch was pleased to see that he and Ultra Magnus had become as close in the field as they had been back at base, Wheeljack having asked permission to deploy the explosive automatically and not ironically, though the loss of life still pained her. The sooner the final bugs were removed from her and Wheeljack’s latest joint invention, the better.

More Vehicons were waiting for them further on, along with Shockwave, the Decepticons’ chief scientist. While the rest of the raiding party dealt with the foot soldiers and secured their objective – the particle collider needed to power the Omega Lock – Magnus engaged the tank mech in servo-to-servo combat, trading barbs about Magnus’ prosthetic and Shockwave’s single optic that made even the outspoken field-tech wince. (Although she would love to know how Shockwave had any depth perception with only one optic sensor.)

Magnus fought well, especially considering his servo situation and lack of his signature weapon (the Forge of Solus Prime, also broken by the Predacon and not yet repaired), but Shockwave still managed to buy himself enough time and space to aim his blaster mod at the Wrecker commander. (He was in no position to comment about missing servos; one of his had been replaced by a cannon.) Before he could fire, however, a laser scalpel severed the blaster’s power cable with surgical precision.

“Mind if I cut in?” Glitch asked from behind Shockwave. While Magnus could probably handle Shockwave by himself, the rest of the team could definitely cope with the Vehicons without her; helping the commander was, as their foe would say, logical.

“Not at all.” Magnus might be six metres taller than her, but the pun still went right over his head. He and she still made a good team, though; Shockwave was well and truly beaten by the time Arcee dispatched the last Vehicon and reported that the objective was secure.

“Now might be a fine time for surrender,” Ultra Magnus told the bleeding, sparking Decepticon.

“A logical assumption,” Shockwave somehow managed to get to his peds, “were it not for…”

The Predacon. It – he – crashed through the roof, setting Glitch’s spark humming with fear for Prime as much as for her other friends in the nanokliks before he threw her into a wall, hard enough to dent both it and her, made equally short work of the others and took off with the particle collider and Shockwave. The Autobots were in no fit state to pursue him, or otherwise do more than make their way outside to meet up with Prime – battered, but still functioning – and call for a groundbridge.

Only to find that that solar-cycle could, in fact, get worse. Ratchet didn’t answer Arcee’s comm; Bulkhead did, sounding a little out of it. When asked where the medic had got to, all the green Wrecker could say was, “He’s… he’s gone.”

#transformers prime #transformers animated #fanfic #autobot oc #tfp ratchet #tfp ultra magnus #tfp optimus prime #tfp soundwave #tfp shockwave #misplaced medic au

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freelyenvolving · 11 months ago

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I swear as much as I love Mo'nique. I enjoyed her comedy specials. I enjoyed her movies. I love her spirit. I was never as bold, as ferocious, as fierce as she is but that was something that I greatly admired. Plus she was a big girl so hey. However, there is some issues that need to be brought forth. I'm guessing it has to be transiting south node is in Libra and her natal south node is in Libra that I cannot stand that pick-meism, that patriarchal handmaiden archetype that she stands on. It was already terrible enough to hear about speak about her husband raising her. I enjoyed her on the Shay Shay club but she killing me about how she goes about with her husband. Like for real for real it is killing me. No one is against black love but we are against sticking with the old standards of time when the old did not benefit us, more specifically as women. On the Shea Shea club he kept talking about with healing and with truth but I don't feel like she was necessarily true to herself. Nothing wrong with being proud of the man you're marrying (in her case at least). There is a problem for when it looks seemingly that you're using your partnership/relationship with your husband as a crutch. She spoke on the ever so popular yet very real trauma such as "little girl wounds" but to me I still see it. They've just been transferred now to her husband. It was once her father but it is not her husband that she's very reliant on and to me that's a sad sight to see. Because if someone can make you, then they can break you. Hopefully he would never try to do that but I just have a hard time dealing with that. It may have a lot to do with me being the polar opposite of the lunar nodal placements. For me, I am an Aries South Node/Libra North Node, it's not easy for me to allow someone in and be as reliant and as trustworthy as she appears to be. It's almost like there's a certain naivety still there. But upon her journey within this lifetime hopefully it does well for her. In a way it makes me hopeful due to that Venus trining Neptune in my chart@ 0° but reality always going to make her presence known( and it's like f*** no lol).

#me #my thoughts

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nightwing-scp · 1 year ago

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Night as SELF-iSH lyrics pt. 1:

2012:

I was an existential criminal, so innocently cynical Ignorant as fuck but a proud individual

Night before discovering Nexus, basically

Originally meant to live a God-damned miracle Might’ve been metaphysical, but I think it was medical

The miracle in question was the goal of the Nexus experimentation- to turn her into a fully fledged dragon hybrid. She "thinks it was medical" because something they did to her modified her just enough to receive her "abilities".

Testing my hypothesis Never finding a theory

testing her hypothesis about what happened to Phoenix (Entity) after Nexus burns- but she never develops a theory until much later

Emulating animals and mental aboriginals A miserable fuck but a loud Tao mystical An enemy of ritual traditionally integral To Biblical originals, but literally pitiful Too impatient for outpatient Paging Dr. Leary

This gives "Night is discovered by the Foundation vibes"- she emulates her old self, kind of miserable, pitiful, whatever- until they find her. Who knows there might be a Dr. Leary at the Foundation haha-

Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check I might find myself by retracing my steps, but…

The "last place that she'd check" was another scientific research organization similar to Nexus (retracing her steps-) but she finds a sort of purpose there anyways.

I don’t remember, well, I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember 2012, I don’t remember Wow, the whole year’s a blur

She messes around with the Antimemetics Division and ends up fighting an anomaly that the main method of defeating was not remembering..

I think I bought into the comedy and brought a lot of oddity An odyssey I thought to be consider a commodity

She is one of the "oddest" researchers at the Foundation, but she fits in without much difficulty.

And not until anomaly abolished my monotony

The anomaly (literally an scp reference omg) is SCP 3125- and it sure did "abolish her monotony"- because ⬇️

Did I applaud autonomy and modify a lot of me

she kind of had to modify a lot of her to make her human (?) body compatible with her newly-transferred AI consciousness- also she appreciates having been.. well, what she was to them before, which allows the Foundation to give her far more autonomy than most other AICs.

I’ll escape this reality Be the next Houdini

she continues doing reality shifts for the Foundation- not against her will either, most of the time she actually wants a change of pace (that hopefully won't kill her)- anyways yes. she has new 'upgrades' that make it easier to do that too

Glory be Satori but its hallucinatory And it’s sure to be a story I can tell in purgatory I said, once I’ve lost it can there be a Mahaprajnaparamita?

(kind of a stretch) but some Foundation researchers expect her to start doing everything right with the accuracy of an AI that was made for the job, but since her AI system was programmed to emulate her personality and not to do her job, she still makes mistakes sometimes- but blames it on AI problems like overfitting and hallucination. Not to the AIAD researchers, she can't fool them with that (its literally their job).

#okay thats it #|| nightcore ||#completely changing the meaning of songs hurrah

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hiddenelsewhere · 2 years ago

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Today is July fifth and I am sitting in the living room downstairs having my coffee. I slept later than would be ideal because I got distracted after work, which doesn't feel great, but I'm struggling with feeling like it doesn't matter.

After I finish here, I need to go back to my office and figure out how to switch the internet and utilities over to you. I'd like to pay this month's rent in full so that it's one less thing you need to worry about, but I'm concerned that it would be intrusive. I moved out and paying rent makes it feel like I still linger.

I am also feeling kind of sad. Not the overwhelming and yawning pit that I felt while moving out and watching you sob, but like the great cracks in a settled concrete slab. Part of me misses you. Is worried about what the future holds. About you.

We still talk multiple times a day, at least for now. That wasn't really what I had envisioned, but it does feel comforting. I just worry that without enough space your wounds will not heal.

Your first few days seem to have gone well, though. You've avoided temptation to drink thusfar, which is good. I don't know if that will keep up, or if you'll turn back to the comfort of a numbing stupor to avoid facing the realities of the current situation. I don't know what it would mean if you did.

I am still impatiently waiting for the other therapists I sent inquiries to to respond - One has, and I have an initial consultation in 15 days (7/20) to figure out how much of their time my insurance would cover and how much would be out of pocket. How I'm supposed to do that and explain my issues in a 20 minute first meeting is beyond me, but we will play it by ear.

I still have some stuff to move upstairs, and I still haven't identified where everything is definitively. One more tower, at least a couple of boxes. I'd like to find somewhere less conspicuous for my books, but that is a challenge all on its own.

The soreness in most of my body is fading. My legs still burn when I walk. I guess a couple of years withering will do that. When the tendons are better I'll carry everything but the books upstairs and then set about organizing and eliminating. By that time I should have trash bags. My hope is to cut down on the excess by a fair bit so that my next move is not quite so involved. It would be helpful to identify what is mandatory and what is ancillary so that the latter can stay here to fill the home for my heart.

I don't know when it will be more than just me here. My paranoia occasionally flares at night and I resist the temptation to walk around armed. Anyone coming here would almost certainly drive. Anyone coming in would need either a key or noise to enter. I wonder if these feelings will deepen or fade with time. There are changes I could make to be more aware, but I don't want to feed into anything unhealthy.

I think that this is the end for today. I am going to go and take a shower, and then figure out what the process is for transferring ownership of those two utility accounts. Hopefully I write and feel more tomorrow.

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yoshimonster · 2 years ago

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Blog #5: Grades Are Tomorrow… and so are the Taylor Swift Tickets

Was highly considering not posting today, I don’t believe I posted yesterday (Monday) either and believe the void of Tumblr deserved an update rather than me being in an upset state of mind which will definitively happen tomorrow with grades release. I honestly am feeling almost equally nervous about securing Taylor Swift tickets as I am with my grades coming out. If I was more sane, perhaps the grades release would not worry me as much but it really does. Neither of my parents are working from home tomorrow and I don’t know how these tears are going to be under control. I should just expect the worst before giving myself any false hope if things turn out well that, which if that became reality would honestly be irreplaceable gift. I also released I gave my friend wrong instructions to getting Ticketek details tomorrow, I have resolved this and need to transfer money into my account for the presale tomorrow – this was thanking the stars that I ran into my sister’s plans for tomorrow. I really don’t want to take anything for granted.

In other news, I going to work on some social media stuff tomorrow as a way to be happy after grades release/exam preparation which I will most certainly need. This pit in my stomach will never go away if I am being completely honest. I think more than acceptance, I just want to appreciate what I have right now. I’m pretty lucky that I am at least in a better mental spot than last year and can face bad news better. I don’t think I should take this for granted, it’s actually lovely to grow from where I was about a year and a half ago.

My parents were a bit more understanding in recent days and I know they can tell I’m trying not to be happy in anticipation. I am grateful but to be happy in my position would be a pretty naïve move to make, let’s appreciate the fact that I can talk to you guys right now – where would I be if the internet didn’t exist! It’s been a fun week-ish of talking to Tumblr for a while. Otherwise, I am just focussing on room-cleaning, none of which I did today but a lot of which I did yesterday. I will have to continue doing so probably towards the end of this week. Still a lot of clothes to fold and books to put away. Definitely going to have exam(s) to study for too. This Friday is supposed to be me watching Spiderman too, that will be pretty intense as well because I will have these exam results weighing on me. Hopefully I can grab those Taylor tickets, I cannot wait! I can let you guys briefly know my Taylor Swift journey below.

So I definitely only listened to singles growing up, which were catchy enough. I think I fell for the ‘she dates many boys in quick succession’ trope and this was quite puzzling to me. Mostly because I took it way too literally and didn’t really register the fact that 100 songs don’t mean 100 different boys – so that was not feasible, thus she hadn’t dated as much as the media was saying so. Although, growing up I was always told to be more selective with potential people to date and it was a bit frustrating to see someone allegedly ‘date’ so much. Further, more than that, I always thought that kind of thing could take a really big toll on someone emotionally, but I do suppose really good songs were inspired by these relationships. I guess I thought of this all a bit too practically. Then during quarantine, because my sister was getting really into Taylor Swift and also because I was really bored, I think I found songs that I liked. I had previously listened to Speak Now fully in my senior year of high school and really liked it because I thought it was fairly more balanced and spoke of things that weren’t only romance exclusively. I know now that pretty much all the albums have that theme somewhere but you really have to dig for these songs and the marketing for the other albums are very first love/heartbreak etc. so probably not a great entry point for someone who likes to listen to music that is either very simple, pop, party song or ways to deal with situations in life (in non-romantic contexts) which you encounter more frequently anyways. Looking for life hacks in music naturally. I did also like quite a few songs from 1989 mostly (again all the non-romantic ones) because I heard them on radio all the time to such an overplayed degree but I guess it was part of the vibe. I do appreciate the romance songs a bit more now that my age group sort of has more established relationships and a pretty extensive hunt happening. And these encounters are pretty important to keep an open mind about – I would say the All Too Well film was very infuriating (from Her's perspective) yet it should be taken as a word of caution honestly.

I believe it’s time to sign off now! I think I’ll post a gif/meme along with this post so things look a little more fun – here’s to Taylor Swift in her cruel summer get up for Eras Tour!

-yoshimonster-

#daily blog #grades #anixety #examination #taylor swift #eras tour #tickets #bloodbath

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metalandmagi · 4 years ago

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Winter 2021 Anime Worth Watching!

Since 2020 basically sacrificed itself to give us the most stacked anime season of all time, I’m currently buried under the weight of almost 20 shows airing per week. So for anyone who’s looking for some anime to watch this winter, here’s some first impressions! I’m speed running my list this time by only talking about the new shows...because otherwise this would be my great American novel.

If anyone’s interested, I have master lists for both 2020 anime and 2019 anime, because there’s no shortage of fun things to find.

New Shows!

And before anyone asks, So I’m A Spider, So What? isn’t on here, because CG spiders freak me out.

Cells At Work Code Black: This...less comedic spin off of Cells At Work (made by a different studio) takes the wholesome concept of Osmosis Jones meets cute anime girls and turns it on its head. In this much more depressing version, we follow a rookie red blood cell who works in the body of an overly stressed, alcoholic smoker who puts every strain on the body imaginable. I love Red Blood Cell AA2153 and his co-workers, but man am I glad we get the regular Cells At Work airing this season too, because I need something fun and uplifting after seeing my sweet son go through hell every episode.

*Heaven’s Design Team: Have you ever wondered how God came up with some of the weird ass animals that live on this planet? Like, what’s the deal with giraffes? And why can’t we have dragons and flying horses? Well this is a comedy about the engineers and designers in heaven creating the new animals that are going to inhabit the Earth. That’s it, that’s the show. It’s kind of in the same vein as Cells At Work, having comedy blend with a surprising amount of educational information. If you want something light and funny, this is the show for you (though I don’t think it needs to have full length episodes). I’m just hoping there’s an episode about how the hell the platypus was created. Also it’s the only new one available on Crunchyroll.

Horimiya: A romantic comedy about a girl named Hori who fits the image of a perfect queen bee and a quiet bespectacled boy named Miyamura who never makes an impression at school. When the two meet by chance outside of the classroom, we see that Hori is practically raising a younger brother by herself, and Miyamura is actually a sweet guy who happens to be covered in tattoos and piercings. This show is an exercise in breaking down the images people have of others in their minds, and it’s a concept that really hits home in a fun and meaningful way. Honestly, this has become one of my immediate favorites. The characters have great chemistry, and I can’t wait to see more of them!

Monster Incidents (Kemono Jihen): When big shot Tokyo detective Inugami is called to a rural town to investigate a series of strange animal deaths, he finds a mysterious boy with the nickname Dorotabo who has been shunned by the other children in town. As the detective gets closer to Dorotabo, he discovers that there may be more...inhuman secrets to the boy than he realizes...and Dorotabo discovers that Inugami has some secrets of his own. This is a hard show to sell without spoiling the first episode, but it had twists and turns that kept me engaged from start to finish. I’m really interested to see where the plot goes, because I thought this was going to be something totally different just from the PV and series summary. If it plays its cards right, this could be a great paranormal detective show!

Wonder Egg Priority: A psychological drama about a girl named Ai who starts having dreams about a mysterious egg that promises to give her what she wants most in the world...a true friend. Before long, she begins to see how the dream world and reality are tied together, and trippy antics ensue. It’s hard to say more without spoiling anything, but I had to go back and add this one in because I made the mistake of thinking it was an OVA when it’s actually a full series. And what a series it’s starting out to be. This anime has all the psychological discomfort of a Satoshi Kon product with the beauty and style of something from Kyoani (even though it’s made by Clover Works). It’s really one of those anime you just have to see to understand.

Sk8-∞ (Skate the infinity): An original skateboarding anime from Bones, featuring a typical sports anime protagonist who takes a new transfer student who has never skateboarded in his life under his wing. Together they compete in dangerous races and take the skating community by storm. The character designs rival Appare Ranman’s in outlandish creativity, and I can smell the main characters’ ship dynamic a mile away (considering they’re exactly the same as the protagonists from Robihachi). If you’re looking for some wild and crazy fun with top notch skateboarding animation, don’t skip this!

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu (Seiin High School Boys Volleyball Club): Yes, it’s another volleyball anime. And no, it’s not just a clone of Haikyu. This story follows Yuni Kuroba, a physically built but emotionally weak teenager who finds out his childhood friend Hajime is moving back to their hometown for high school. Yuni discovers Hajime has become an exceptional volleyball player and they join their school’s volleyball club hoping to turn the unknown team into a rising star. If anything, this anime is much more like Stars Align or Free, where the sport is a backdrop for letting the characters explore their personal problems. Or at least it seems that way after the first episode. I went into this show ready to throw it in the trash because how could anything compete against my beloved Haikyu, but I found myself really enjoying the dynamics of the main duo and I’m curious to see what the rest of the team is like.

And speaking of sports anime rip-offs…..I can’t believe I’m including this but…

Skate Leading Stars: The show where the animators clearly wanted to design another throw away idol anime but saw how popular Yuri On Ice was so they decided to make whatever the hell this show is instead. It revolves around a fictional team sport called skate leading, and we follow the world’s most insufferable main character, a former figure skater named Kensei who wants to return to the ice and join his school’s skate leading team after he finds out his childhood rival is going to compete in the sport. Look, this show is just trashy enough to get a certain type of audience hooked, and it mainly has to do with the best boy of the winter season, Hayato Sasugai, the aspiring team “coach” who pulled most of us into watching this show with his punk appearance, snide comments and smug personality. He’s basically the lovechild of Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima in a high school sports anime setting. The show treats itself with the perfect amount of sincerity to get away with being absolutely ridiculous most of the time without making you feel like you’re watching it from a dumpster...like Try Knights. You will know after one episode whether this show is for you. All I can say is, Hayato is worth the watch, and I haven’t seen any 3D animation used for the skating scenes (yet) so that’s a win for me.

Honorable mention:

Jobless Reincarnation ( Mushoku Tensei): Yet another isekai where the main character is hit by a car (big surprise) and gets reincarnated into a fantasy world...but he happens to remember his previous life and narrates himself growing up as a jaded adult. I’m only including this because it looked amazing animation wise, and I love the opening where getting hit by a car and dying is actually traumatic. And I love the protagonist’s parents (who are retired adventurers who just want to bang all the time). But honestly...the main character is the fucking worst, and I don’t know if I want to keep watching it because of how creepy and weird he is. Like...he’s the hit on your fantasy mom as a baby kind of creepy and weird. But for anyone who wants a cool looking isekai that had an amazing PV, it’s worth checking out.

Continuing Series!

Because the real gold of the season is in all the established anime getting their next seasons, I’m just going to list some of the things that are also amazing and definitely worth checking out if you haven’t already (because I’ve already talked about most of them at some point and don’t know what else to say).

Attack On Titan season 4

The Promised Neverland season 2

Beastars season 2

Log Horizon season 3

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime season 2

Re: Zero season 2 (second cour)

Dr. Stone season 2

Cells at Work season 2

Osomatsu-san season 3 (second cour)

Higurashi New (second cour)

Jujutsu Kaisen (second cour)

Not to mention all the shows I don’t watch that everyone else loves...like World Trigger (which I have seen quite a bit of, but long shounen shows are too much for me now) Quintessential Quintuplets, and Non Non Biyori.

So there’s just some of all the anime airing this season. Hopefully, someone can find something they like. Here’s to a great year...well, of anime at least...

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arc852 · 3 years ago

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Valuable

It’s day 2 of me posting every other day in December so enjoy this next story!

Warnings: Person being sold and fear

Summary: Techno is sent undercover to buy a human in order to save him.

Word Count: 1998

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“It’s valuable and rare as can be. You won’t find another human this far out in space, I’ll tell you that much.” The Florian went on, lips turned up as he waved dramatically at the small cage. Techno let out a huff, taking a good look at the human inside.

The poor guy was terrified, that was for sure. Curled up in the very back and shaking as he stared up at the two of them with wide blue eyes. He also looked really young, which was going to make Phil insufferable. The Elytrian always had a soft spot for fledglings, even if those fledglings weren’t technically fledglings.

“Right. And how much is valuable?” Techno asked, letting his normal monotone voice do all the acting he needed. He didn’t know why he was the one picked for this. Everyone knew how much he hated interaction. Just because he knew a few words in English they thought it was a good idea that he picked up the human. Well if that’s all that was needed, he could have taught Wilbur the few words he knew. But no, it had to be Techno.

Really, Techno knew why he was the one here and it wasn’t just because he knew the most English. Though that helped a lot, Techno was also the sturdiest in his crew. If something went south, he was more likely to be able to get out of it. And in things like this, it was very possible things could go south.

Hopefully that didn’t happen though.

“Well, for you I think I’ll say...mmm 5000 credits?” The Florian said and it was clear to Techno how much of his thinking was fake. Techno reminded himself to react, lifting his eyebrows as if to say, wow, that much?

In reality, Techno had as many scam credits as he needed to get the human out of there and go. Ones that would take a while for the Florian to figure out it was fake and by then, Techno and the rest of the SBI would be long gone.

“5000 credits? And you expect me to make a profit off of that?” He had to keep up appearances, so he played the skeptical card. Although as he glanced back down at the frightened human, he was thankful that the human couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Although...at the same time, Techno supposed it didn’t really matter. The human was probably smart enough to figure out what was happening anyway. He didn’t need the words to go along with it. Being sold wasn’t hard to pick up on.

“Of course! Especially if you find those exotic pet collectors or human fanatics. You could easily make twice as much.” The Florian explained, though Techno didn’t really believe his words. Not that it mattered if Techno did or not since he had no desire to sell the human after this.

“Really? Huh, well I guess you are giving me quite the deal then.” Techno hummed, already pulling up the credits transfer on his comm.

The Florian nodded excitedly. “Oh yes, yes, quite the deal.” Techno refrained from rolling his eyes and they completed the transfer of credits. The cage with the human was then handed to Techno, who held it awkwardly. “Pleasure doing business with you. If you ever want to purchase other exotic pets, then I’m your guy.”

“I’ll be sure to check back in.” Techno lied before walking out of the little shop. Techno found himself in one of the many back alleys of Diac, a marketplace planet. There was no one around, thankfully, because if anyone saw the human in his hands well...it wouldn’t be good, that’s for sure.

But he couldn’t exactly hide an entire cage away from prying eyes, so this was where his very limited knowledge of English came in. To try and convince the human he was safe as he took him out of the cage to hide him away in a pocket.

Simple. He thought sarcastically.

He placed the cage on top of a nearby box and kneeled down to be a bit more eye level with the human. The human was still as far back in the cage as he could go, arms curled around himself and looking at Techno like he was just waiting for him to reach in and grab him. Which, well, was what Techno was going to do but not without warning. And at the very least, he wanted to try and get the human on board with it.

He let out a sigh before speaking a single, English word. “Safe.” The word still felt weird on his vocal cords and it definitely came out more growly than he intended but the word’s meaning still seemed to come across because the human seemed to freeze at it, eyes going wide in what Techno could only assume was shock.

“Safe.” He repeated again, pointing towards the human as well for good measure. He watched in fascination as the human slowly opened himself to him and leaned a bit forward.

“S-Safe?” The human repeated the word back and now it was Techno’s turn for his eyes to widen. Not only had he not expected the human to speak so soon, this was also the first time he had ever heard English straight from a human’s mouth. It was certainly interesting and Techno could see Wilbur being all over this.

Techno nodded his head forward in what he knew was a human motion for yes, before repeating the word once again as confirmation. “Safe.”

The human bit his lip and then opened his mouth and said something that Techno didn’t understand. When the human looked at him expectantly, Techno could only assume the human was testing to see if Techno could understand anything else. Techno shook his head. “Sorry kid, I only know a few words in English.” The unfamiliar words, to the human, made him deflate a bit.

Techno felt bad for the little human but now was not the time to regret not trying harder to learn more words in English. He had to get the human out of there, unseen, and soon. This alleyway was empty and out of the way but that didn’t mean no one could show up at any moment. So Techno reached forward and undid the lock, opening the door to the cage.

The reaction was instantaneous. The human backed away once again, closing himself off and looking at Techno with fear. His eyes darted back and forth between Techno’s face and his hands and Techno let out a sigh. He figured this would happen. “Safe.” He said again and slowly began to reach in.

The human pushed himself against the bars of the cage but of course, Techno reached him easily. He wrapped his hand around the human’s middle, gently applying enough pressure to secure him in his grip. The human froze for only a split second before he was pushing against his fingers and trying to bite his hand. Thankfully, Techno’s tough skin was hard for even human teeth to pierce, so he didn’t even feel it.

Techno took him out of the cage and lifted his hand so he could see the human better. He was shaking, still pushing at his fingers but not as much as before. As if he had given up on actually being able to move them. To make it better, Techno opened his hand and brought up his other one, allowing the human to sit in the middle of his two open palms.

“Safe.” Techno said again and then decided to bring out the only other words he knew. “No hurt. Protect.”

The sound of other English words made the human freeze again and the two of them met eyes. The human looked skeptical but also like he very much wanted to believe Techno’s words. “No...hurt?” The human asked hesitantly and Techno nodded.

“Protect. Safe. We just want to get you out of here, kid. You won’t be a pet. I promise.” Even though the human couldn’t understand more than half of what he said, it seemed to have the intended effect and the human calmed down a bit more. Though he still looked scared out of his mind, Techno understood.

He thought for a moment before an idea popped into his head. One that might get the human to become a bit more comfortable with him. “Techno.” He said, switching the human to one hand so he could point to himself. The human looked confused and wary, so he repeated himself. “Techno.” He patted at his chest, trying to drive home the meaning.

Suddenly, the human’s eyes widened and a spark of recognition appeared in his eyes. “Techno?” He mimicked, almost perfectly, and pointed towards Techno. Techno nodded and the human smiled. He then hesitated for a moment before pointing at himself. “Tommy.”

It seemed the human really did understand what Techno had meant because he’s pretty sure the human just told him his own name as well. “Tommy?” He said, sounding out the weird English letters and doing his best to repeat as the human had. The human nodded though, so it seemed like Techno had gotten it at least close enough.

He noticed tears edging at Tommy’s eyes and subconsciously reached up with his thumb to wipe the tears away. Tommy flinched back but paused when he realized what Techno had been doing. “Safe.” Techno said, once again, this time as soft and gentle as he could make his voice go.

He smiled when Tommy relaxed in his hold. Though the human was still scared, Techno seemed to have gained at least a bit of his trust.

It was getting time for them to go though, so Techno opened his coat, revealing his chest pocket. He looked towards Tommy and back down at his pocket, trying to convey what was going to happen next.

Tommy’s eyes widened and he exclaimed something in English, looking up at Techno before staring at the pocket. He shook his head. Techno sighed. He figured this was going to happen, even with the progress made so far.

“It’s fine. It’s safe. I promise. But I need to put you in there so I can protect you.” He replaced the two words with the English ones, hoping the meaning would come across as intended.

Tommy looked apprehensive at Techno and his pocket before groaning. He said something, more words that Techno didn’t know, but nodded his head. That Techno knew the meaning of.

“Good, alright. In you go then.” He brought Tommy forward, using his free hand to open up his pocket. He then slid Tommy into it, hearing the human yelp on the way down to the bottom. The human squirmed when inside and for a moment, Techno thought he was struggling, fear taking hold of Tommy once again. But then the squirming died down and Techno sighed in relief. He had probably just been trying to get comfortable.

He stood up, stretching his limbs before walking out of the alleyway. He decided to just leave the cage where it was. He didn’t need it and no one was going to question why it was with the trash anyway.

He took out his comm once he was clear of people, placing a gentle hand on the pocket and over the human. He felt the human push back but not from fear this time. He smiled a little and was still smiling by the time the comm was picked up.

“Hello? Techno?” Phil’s voice cut through.

“Job’s done. Bringing the human to the ship now.” Techno said, already seeing where they parked the SBI in the distance. He heard Phil coo in approval.

“Good job mate. We’ll see you in a few.” And then the comm went silent. Techno put it away and gently patted his pocket again.

“Don’t worry Tommy, we’ll take care of you. I promise.”

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #au #alien au #human!tommy #alien!techno #mentioned alien!wilbur #mentioned alien!phil #language barrier #fic #my fic

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pankowfruitsnackswriting · 3 years ago

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willow (r.c)

My work is NOT to be transferred, translated, reposted or copied to any other sites without my permission. That is plagiarism. But you can re-blog the heck out of it on here :)

paring(s): Rafe x single!mom

summary: Rafe runs into his assistant on her off day. Y/n manages to talk him into taking the day off, spending time with her and her daughter. (Part one in the WILLOW SERIES)

warning: single parent, slight mention of shitty family

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The most infuriating thing about Rafe Cameron was he is extremely distant. Some may describe him as determined and hard working, focus and task driven. In reality, the man made the work environment unbearable. Rafe focused more on pleasing his father than the well-being of those who worked below him. More importantly, his secretary.

“It’s going on to be a late night for us both. We have to finish the proposal for him by the morning.” Rafe simply spoke as he strutted to his back office. Y/n hung her head, every ounce of hope evaporated from her body. Another night she won’t be home for dinner. Another time she proved her word to be worthless.

‘I’m sorry, baby.’ The girl whispered to no one in particular before pulling out her phone to make a call. It wasn’t the first night she had to give a heads up to the babysitter, probably won’t be the last. Living as single mother was hard enough, having no foundation of support is even harder. It’s not like any of it was on her ten year plan. Not moving to Outer Banks, not working a desk job, and especially not having a baby at the age of eighteen.

In the small office in the back, Rafe was frustrated. Sighing and throwing his papers down on the desk. He worked his ass of for his father gaining nothing but headaches and little pay in return. Everything he did was useless, never good enough.

The man glanced at the clock, noting the time. '5:32 pm.’ He’s been working most nights in overtime, pulling his assistant to stay with him. Y/n was a hard worker, putting in the time and effort, even before the oldest Cameron requested. It’s not like she has much life outside of the office.

In fact, his father confided in him that the girl traveled hundreds of miles from Tennessee for the position. Something about a distant relative having a connection. Either way, she was and is the best thing that happened to the company despite he showed it weather or not.

He hated pressing long hours on her, promising a larger bonus, no doubt from his own, but he needed the help.

A small knock, pulled him away from the document on his laptop. “Come him.” He coughed, doing his best to look awake and ready.

“I found an possible issue with the proposal plan.” The larger man’s groan bounced around all four walls. Of course there was an error. He didn’t mind to review it himself, instead he focused more on the verbiage rather than technicality of it all.

“You know my rule.” This was the first time Rafe truly looked at her. Y/n wore a vintage styled dress, a soft light blue plaid design. The matching cropped blazer fitted perfectly on her slim shoulders. Rafe believed she was the definition of sophisticated. Someone who’s parents would be proud to call her their daughter.

“I do. Never come to you with an error without a possible solution.” Her voice grew timid, scared to even look at him. He was tough on everyone, expected perfection. If she didn’t need the money, she wouldn’t be there. If only life was good to her. “It’s why I have three.” She gestured to the stack of papers in her arms.

Rafe offered a faint smile. “I made a pot of coffee. Hopefully we can wrap things up soon.”

The time was barely seven, but the evening y/n had planned with her daughter was already past. Willow most likely sat on her bed, curled up next to the babysitter, begging to know her mom’s whereabouts. “It’s pointless. Let’s just get this right. Hopefully we’ll have a few days where we can leave on time.”

She sounded defeated, completely wiped out. Rafe felt guilt, recognizing he is the primary cause for the emotion. “I’m sorry to keep you. Not the most desirable place to be on Friday night.” He did what he could, but could see small talk would not ease any tension.

_'How hard is it to build relationships in these conditions?’ _Rafe pondered. She worked there two months now and all he knows is she’s good at her job. His father would deem him unfit to take over the business if he couldn’t create a proper work environment for his employees. Rafe need to do better. He needed to be better. Starting with y/n. “What is wrong?”

Y/n’s hands shook as she placed the stack down on the desk. “The budget plan. I reran the numbers and we’d be over at least by a couple thousand on the remodel phase.”

“Are you sure a couple thousand? That’s not so easy to fix. I made sure my team knew what we had and what we expected.” The stress flushed his cheeks, sweat beads dripping from his hair line.

“I double checked.”

“How the hell are we gonna fix this? My dad is gonna murder me. I fucked up.” Out of motherly instinct, y/n rushed around the desk placing a small hand on his shoulder. She saw the difficulties of living up to his father’s expectations. She understood the feeling, empathizing with her supervisor.

“Listen to me. You’ve had the budget set for a while. A major supply ship got caught up in a storm.” His eyes widened. “It’s not something we would typically plan for.”

“And you know this?”

“It’s my job. Before you pull out the rest of your hair, let me speak.” Rafe just nodded as the panic set in. “We just change the flooring. Luxury vinyl is cheaper but more durable for things like young children and dogs. Especially in places such as a mud room and kitchen.” Y/n went on to pick apart her own proposal, talking about pricing of different options and sustainability through out time. “It gives a more modernized feel to the room, tying the theme together.

For not having a college degree, she knew how to fulfil her task and duties with the upmost diligence. Rafe made sure to take note of that. "I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re a life saver. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” His presence filled with gratitude, not sure where all the emotion is coming from.

“Let me go home?” A teasing smile filter to her lips. Rafe glanced at his watch.

“Shit. Already 10:30.” They have been revising and printing for hours. “I know you wanted to get home. Grab your things and we can walk out together.” Rafe did his best to be sincere, trying to not let his exhaustion peak through. The meeting was bright and early tomorrow.

Y/n’s face twisted with worry, eyebrows knit together as she turned around. Next bus won’t come til morning and all y/n desperately wanted was to be home. Walking wasn’t an option in this weather. “Mr. Cameron, sir?”

“Again, call me Rafe.” He chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Could I possibly have a ride? I missed the bus hours ago and I think I saw some snow flurries.” Rafe shot up.

The bus? Is that really how she traveled? Most nights when he lets her off, it’s way past the last bus call and long before he even thinks about leaving. Her only option would have been walking in the dark, alone and most likely freezing. “How could I say no?”

Y/n suddenly felt like a burden. He is exhausted just the same, having to taxi a new hire. “Don’t feel obligated or anything. It was wrong of me to ask.”

“No, no, no.” Rafe rushed out. “I would much rather take you home, then have you walk. Its important that my best employee is safe.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at the praise. It’s been the first time she really felt accepted by him. Rafe Cameron is hard to please. He fired the last three assistants and a few secretaries. Now combining the two job titles, it’s even harder to live up to the standards. “Thank you.”

The two gathered their belongings, locked up, and headed to his black truck. It was fairly quiet while car started up. The leather seats bonded to her skin nearly causing frost bite. Her teeth chattered, signaling to Rafe to bump up the heat full blast.

“The seats have warmers, just give it a moment.” All she could do was nod.

Rafe struggled to carry on a conversation. This was time to make meaningful business connection. With her on his team, he’d be sure to always be one step in front of the competition. She proved herself valuable to the company. “Why didn’t you just call an Uber?”

She shrugged, feeling awkward. “With Christmas coming up, extra cost. I can’t afford it at the moment.” He frowned.

“I can work a raise into your review. You deserve more.” He spoke truth, especially after tonight he would give her anything just so she’ll stay with the company.

“I’m okay, really. Some seasons are harder than others.”

“Well my father always says the company is like a second family. We do the most for family. You let me know.” Y/n was taken back by his sudden interest and kindness.

“This isn’t like you.” A small smile began to form.

“I realized tonight how much I don’t know about any of my workers. It’s important to build that so people stay with us.”

“So this ride was a trap to keep me in the business?”

“You’re the one who asked for it.”

“It was an idea. I had options.”

“Like walking? You’re not even wearing tights.” Rafe genuinely laughed. She was easy to get along with. The girl continued to stand her ground. He desperately wanted to ask if she had proper personal transportation but didn’t want to embarrass her. A new feeling of concern began to grow for y/n. To see her in a different light other than full work mode is refreshing. He’s been so wrapped up in the job since college, socializing dropped significantly. That included interaction with Kelce and Topper. He had to be more serious and of course the two younger boys loved to throw a party. In fact, they were hosting a Friendsgiving type thing next week.

“Oh, this is my street. Third house.” She interrupted his thoughts.

“Roger that.” Rafe took note that she lived on the cut and not even the nicest part. Class didn’t matter as much to him. He still didn’t like trips over her, but y/n is nice and to be honest has not been here long enough to participate in the war.

As he pulled into the driveway, Rafe made a decision. It was the first time he ever considered the idea. “Y/n. Tomorrow, don’t worry about the meeting. Take the day off.”

“Are you serious?” Her voice nearly broke. Tears pooled her eyes as she did her best not to let them spill. Y/n wasn’t expecting to have the morning with her daughter due to the meeting.

“I’ll call you with the important stuff after. You put in a lot.”

“Do me a favor and record the full meeting. You roll your eyes and space out anytime your father starts talking. You think you know it all then miss some big change he’s throwing.” He’s amazed once again by how well she pays attention to small detail. “I trust you can handle yourself, but I want to make sure I’m update by Monday. You’re not the only one who needs to impress your dad to keep their job.”

“You’ve got one strong backbone making a comment like that.”

“Thank you, Rafe.” Y/n glanced at the house and back at Rafe. “I need to get going. I had a relatively nice time considering circumstances.”

“Me too. You have a good night and enjoy your time off.” With that, y/n took off, running inside.

The first thing she did was pay the babysitter and said the girl on the way. She always felt guilty for staying late at the office, but things happens and that’s life as a single mom.

Y/n then went into her daughters room, just to check in. Willow laid fast asleep.

A heartbreaking realization hit the young mother all at once. Her baby girl was growing up and y/n is barely home enough to witness it. Willow is coming up on her third birthday in a few months, all her clothes would need replacing shortly. Her daycare has been tracking her height. A full two inches. How much longer until Willow is off to her first dance or college, even her wedding day? Time was slipping away and y/n did the best she could.

Y/n savored every moment with her daughter, and tomorrow would be a full day of laughter and conversations to add to her memory to pull out at a later day. She kissed Willow on the forehead, then drifted to her own bed for a long night of rest.

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Rafe could barely think straight the next morning. The meeting turned out to be long and tedious, especially since his assistant wasn’t there taking in details he could careless about. Not to mention, no one was there to tap his knee, keeping him semi engaged to his surroundings. Y/n made every meeting bearable, it took him this long to realize how much she helped.

“Congratulations. I am excited to see where this project takes us.” The man firmly shook both of the Cameron men’s hands, then moving towards the other people in the room.

“We are extremely grateful to have you onboard.” The elder Cameron grinned ear to ear, proud to finally seal the deal of the year.

“Your son is brilliant. The whole thing about the ship. He’s going places.” Rafe puffed his chest out a little further, finally feeling appreciated. If the client thinks he did well, then ward Cameron did as well.

“I have a magnificent assistant. Wouldn’t have been able to figure it out without her.” Ward was slightly taken aback. His son was giving a person in a far lower position the credit. That’s completely unheard of. He knew y/n would do well with job, but she far exceeded his expectations. He would personally have to thank her.

“We’ll get started come Monday. Pleasure doing business with you!” The man his team finally left, along with most of the Cameron’s company. Everyone wanted to get home.

“Good Job, Rafe. You really have come along way from where you started.” Ward couldn’t be prouder of the man his son was becoming. Despite being hard on him, he knew it would make the boy stronger. “I am proud. We do have more paperwork to do now. It’ll need to be done by Monday at close.”

“I’ll get on that after I grab some lunch.” They shared a manly hug and both left.

Rafe quickly drove the Mexican restaurant, a personal favorite. It was tucked into the plaza near the cut. Most drive past it, but not Rafe. There is no way he would pass up their salsa.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. Cameron.” He smiled at the owner. The place was small and family owned, the Cameron son was a regular. “To go or dining in?”

“To go, please.” Rafe followed the man to the counter, leaning up against it as he recited ordered, not that they didn’t have it memorized. His eyes scanned to small dining establishment. The sparkling blue settled on a booth table, a small child with salsa dribbling down her chin. A grin growing as the adult reached across to wipe it off.

“You are going to get you sweatshirt dirty, baby girl. Come here if I will put you in the high chair.” Immediately, Rafe recognized the soft spoken voice. Y/n. He wasn’t sure if he should go over or just stay by the counter. Before he could make up his mind, the girl was already calling his name.

“Rafe!” The girl beamed as she summoned him over. “How did the meeting go?”

“They signed the deal. All thanks to your smart thinking.” His praise warmed her heart.

“Would you like to sit down with us? Willow just dug into our complimentary chips.” Rafe examines the small child. He managed to hide the surprise, but deep down he never could have guess. He never noticed a ring or heard anything about a mister.

“I love the salsa too, Willow.” Rafe directs his attention to her.

“Sasa yummy.” The child threw her arms up and down, cheering. Rafe saw pure joy across the young face.

“Let’s clean you up so you can get some more.” As for y/n, she stared in astonishment at her boss. He seemed to do well with kids, taking control and saving a disastrous mess.

She mumbled a silent thank you while scooting over for him. “Take a seat.”

“I don’t want to intrude. Plus I have some paperwork to complete.” It was true.

“Do you ever take a break?” He gave y/n his full attention. “I mean really stop and separate yourself from the job.”

He stayed silent. His life was consumed by the work he did. There was always another proposal to make, another meeting to attend to. Of course he could take breaks, but that wouldn’t be fair to father. Rafe was determined to prove himself. “There’s always stuff to be done.”

“Over working is gonna be the death of you. Rafe did his best to brush it off. "I’m serious. You’re so focused on the company and not yourself.”

“Have you met my father?”

“I’ll make a deal. You take today off. Don’t even think about work. Unwind and learn to enjoy yourself.” She saw the stress he put upon himself and it came from a sense of genuine concern. If he continued down this path, it would be too late by the time he regrets it.

“And do what?”

Y/n looked him in the eyes. “You are more than welcome to join Willow and I. She at that age when everyone is her friend. I promise she won’t mind.” He contemplated the idea.

“And what do I get out of this?”

“A life.” The adults erupted in a fit of laughter.

“You’ve got a funny bone, don’t ya?”

“Guilty.” She breathed. “So, what do you say, boss?”

“I will need help on the paperwork Monday morning. But if your okay with it, then show me how to live.”

“Willow, this is Mr. Rafe. Mommy works for him.” Y/n made proper introductions. “Rafe this is Willow, my daughter.”

Willow stared up at the man. “You can be the prince.” Rafe glanced to y/n as Willow crawled onto his lap.

'What did I sign up for?’ Rafe thought to himself, not an ounce of regret filled him. This was a breath of fresh air for the man.

----

The trio stood at the edge of the shark tank. Willow demanded they spend time at the aquarium to see her friend Nemo. Her small hand tucked in Rafe’s, as the child dragged him closer. “Hammer head.” Willow did her best to display her knowledge, but to the adults it was gibberish.

Rafe glanced back to y/n, a smile proudly set on her lip. They haven’t talked as much due to the fact her kid had his undivided attention. She was extremely touched by everything Rafe did. To say he was the first person to hang out with the small family, would be an understatement. None of the parents at Willow’s daycare even glanced in her direction, let alone allow their child hang out with her. It wasn’t Willow’s fault. All of it could be placed on y/n’s choices. The black sheep of every gathering. So she never went, avoided them like the plague. Outings with her daughter were a treat within itself, the fact her boss joined them were rare. Honestly she was surprised he even agreed.

“See that one there?” Rafe pointed out to Willow. “The orange-ish, yellow on the ground?” The little girl pressed her face to the glass and nodded. “That’s a wobbegong shark, but to me, it looks like Mac and cheese.”

“Yummy!” She squeals, giggling at the silliness. Willow stayed enthralled with him. Never before has she had a man like him talk to her, let alone, her very own Prince Charming.

“Okay, we can stay for a little while longer, but we have to catch the bus.” Today was Rafe’s first time needing to ever ride the bus. He offered to drive them, but y/n fought him. No car seat, no ride. He understood that clearly. “I’m gonna talk to your mom, okay.” The girl waved him off, examining the many fish before her.

“You’re amazing with her.” Y/n spoke softly, almost blending in with the chatter around them.

“She’s amazing. I’m surprised I never knew you had a kid.” They walked side by side, following Willow’s antics.

“I tend to keep my personal life separate from work.” She silently huffed for air. “Makes it easier.”

“How so?” Throughout the day, Rafe realized how much he loved to hear y/n talk and how much he enjoyed her smile. For once in his life he felt good. She made him feel good. This was his first day of living and it was with y/n. This feeling is addicting and she seemed to be the source.

“It just does. Better if I don’t get weird stares or questions all the time.” The girl bowed her head, focusing on her feet rather than the fact she was basically oversharing. “I never know what to say anymore.”

Rafe nodded. “I can see that. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your child is safe with me. I mean, uh, your secret but I feel bad calling Willow a secret.”

“I hate keeping her a secret. Does that make me a bad mother?” A genuine questioning filled her voice.

“I don’t know a thing about parenting, but from the looks it, you are doing the best you can. You want to protect her and I admire you for that.” She felt her mood shift upward. It’s been a roller coaster of silent emotions today. It amazed her how easy Rafe picked up conversation beyond work. There were times she had to drive the conversation elsewhere. By doing so, y/n learned how he went to UNC, Vice President of some frat, his favorite movie genre is in fact comedies, followed up with action. Her favorite thing still had to be the relationship he built with her daughter. In the short amount of time, he made the girl feel special. That’s all y/n truly wanted. For her daughter to be special and not have to hide.

“That means a lot, boss.” She bumped his shoulder, playfully pushing him sideways.

“At work I’m your superior, but can we just be friends right now? Outside of work, you know?” Rafe slightly bit his tongue at the word 'friend’. At this rate, he’d be head over heels for the beauty she embodied fully by nightfall.

“I’d like that very much.” It would be nice to have a friend in someone who brought security to her and joy to her daughter. Y/n felt as if a weight lifted off her shoulders. One less person she had to hide from.

Willow turned around, throwing arms upwards to the adults. Y/n bent down to reach her. Before she could, Rafe stepped in, swooping Willow onto his shoulders. The young toddler wrapped her arms around his forehead. “Give me your hands.” Rafe told her, using them to keep her upright and secure.

“Yay!”

Y/n leaned into Rafe as they exited through a sea of strangers. Her skin burned at touch, a simple hand placed on the small of her back. It’s the first contact from anyone in a long time, especially from a man. “Today has been great.”

Rafe agreed, as they took their seats on the bus. “I didn’t know how much the aquarium is. I never really had the chance to go growing up.”

“I felt that. My parents were super invested in their work. My siblings came first.”

He chuckled. “My dad believes my sister can do no wrong.”

“And some how we mess everything up, without even trying.” She was honest. Rafe felt her pain, but surprised to hear it from her. Ever since the first day she walked into his office, y/n has been the hardest worker. Never giving up and always going above and beyond.

“I don’t believe it. You are the hardest worker I know.” Rafe sighed.

“I came back from Paris alone and pregnant. That’s just icing on the cake.” Rafe rested his arm around her, pulling her closer to give her the comfort she needed.

“Paris?”

“Story for another day.” She brushed it off. “If that’s okay?”

“As long as we can get another day like this. Me , you, and Willow.” She rested a head on his shoulder in complete awe of how he included her daughter.

“I think I can arrange that.”

He smiled down at her, Willow laid half asleep on their lap. “Good, because I kind of like you. Well, like hanging out with you.” He did his best to cover, not wanting to be to forward. It was embarrassing how fast he was catching feelings for her, his assistant.

“Me too.” Her heart soared at the thought of Rafe being around more.

“You let me know when. It’s a date.”

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE FIVE || CURSE WOMB MUST DIE II

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + zenin maki + inumaki toge + panda from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : swearing + violence + mention of blood + mention of organ + mention of death + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 24 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 4.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : curse womb must die I

↳ next episode : after rain

↳ barista’s notes : back again with another episode of jujutsu kaisen everyone ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and we have ended the detention centre arc and now will be moving on to the training arc! isn’t that crazy, you have finished episode five ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ i’m not really good with fight scenes, so if you care confused, don’t hesitant to ask me anything to clarify! WE ALSO FINALLY MEET THE SECOND-YEARS!

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter

2.5 for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique

Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai : 3:35-3:40

Sentan Hakuja : Wiki Page

‘Cursed Energy Web Technique’ : video (4:23-5:27)

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing

“If you can, please send a grade one sorcerer or higher but that won’t be necessary if I don't die,” you sternly commented, leading both Fushiguro and Ijichi to shiver at the statement you just announced.

Still shaken at what you had just said, Ijichi sent himself off before closing the window to prevent any cold raindrops from coming at him as he drove away from the area you and Fushiguro were standing in right now.

“If you don’t want to listen to me, I ain’t going to listen to you at all then Fushiguro,” you stated with a frown painted on your face before looking back at the building behind his body.

Taking your katana, you looked at the bottom of the handle to find a metal loop at the bottom with a red charm tied before it was simply slowly unwinded by you as you prepared for the worst that was about to come.

“What are you doing L/N?” Fushiguro asked in a worried tone, causing you to turn to look at him with a deadpan expression.

“Just preparing for the worst Fushiguro”

ꕥ

The rain was still unsettled as you stared at the building of the detention centre that was in front of you with a nonchalant look present on your face. Carefully, you hook your katana on the side of your left hip rather than the usual spot of your back since you knew you were going to need extremely quick access to your weapon if your prediction of what was going to happen was going to become a reality.

Suddenly, there was a swift but noticeable change in the air causing you to grab Fushiguro’s sleeve to pull him closer to you in case of any attacks that would happen since he was standing behind you, out of your central view.

“The Innate Domain’s closed off, the special-grade is dead!” Fushiguro stated to you in a shocked but quiet tone, causing the grip you had on his sleeve to tighten since the feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming agonising to the point where you wanted to vomit it out.

Yet, you weren’t fearful for yourself but rather the wellbeing of the shikigami user behind you and the classmate, who was still inside the building at this current moment in time.

“We just need Itadori to return safely now,” Fushiguro hopefully whispered, yet you had given no response since you knew that the chance of the mentioned classmate coming back with himself out rather than Sukuna was extremely low.

“That’s almost impossible, from what I can recall, him and Sukuna haven’t even agreed to a bi-” you began to explain, only for a sudden aggressive presence to stop you in your tracks to which Fushiguro also felt as you both froze on the stop you both were standing in right now.

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back”

A familiar voice from behind you spoke leading to both of you and Fushiguro to freeze on the stop before you came to the sense that what you had predicted was proven right. However, you didn’t foresee that he was coming straight to the both of you, even when he had threatened it clearly before Fushiguro dragged you away to search for Kugisaki.

“Don’t be so frightened, I’m in a good mood right now, let’s chat for a bit,” Sukuna calmly mentioned as he processed to make his appearance in front of you both since you refused to look in the opposite direction.

“This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact, feels like he’s having some trouble switching back,” Sukuna pronounced as he turned to the side.

‘To be honest, it was surprising for him to switch back after eating the finger without the pact’ you thought before letting out of Fushiguro’s sleeve once you was comfortable that he was out of harm's way, ‘besides that should be enough cursed energy for now,’ you internally spoke before taking a quick glance on the same area where you hand was as you processed to place the same hand on the handle of your katana.

“Still, though it’s only a matter of time,” Sukuna stated, as he gripped onto Itadori’s school jacket before unexpectantly ripping into shreds to showcase his muscular upper body, revealing the strange back marking he adorned on his chest.

“So, I thought about what I can do right now,” the King of Curses uttered before raising his hand to suddenly puncture a hole within the middle of his check, shocking both you and Fushiguro from his gruesome action as hints of blood started to pour from the corner of his lips.

‘Shit! I haven’t finished preparing,’ you pondered in a panic manner, as your hand was still on your weapon’s handle, transferring some of your cursed energy to your katana, making sure it had reached to the tip of the blade within the wooden casing for what you were planning to execute.

“Wh-what are you..” Fushiguro stuttered as he looked at the scene in complete horror, only for a massive pool of blood to pour in the middle between Sukuna’s legs before forcibly ripping out the most vital organ needed for Itadori to come back alive.

“I’m taking this brat hostage,” Sukuna declared, as he proudly and sadistically presented the heart he had taken out to you and Fushiguro, causing you to internally become repulsed at the scene since you still needed to concentrate shifting a tiny amount of cursed energy needed to your katana.

“Hostage?!” Fushiguro snarled as he shifted back slightly.

“Yeah, I can live without this, but that ain’t true for the brat,” Sukuna informed you and Fushiguro, as he then tossed the heart to the side like it was a piece of trash he needed to get rid of quickly.

“Switching out with me means he dies. Also, for good measure,” Sukuna mentioned before revealing a finger in his hand causing you to look at the cursed object he had just now swallowed with widened eyes.

‘I thought it wasn’t his finger that the special-grade curse consumed! Fuck!’

“With that, I'm free as a bird, you can be frightened now, I’ll kill you both for no particular reason,” Sukuna declared as he flexed his hand leading you to rapidly unleash your blade from its black wooden casing for the first time since the unfortunate day as you were now prepared to fight against the King of Curses.

“Our positions are reversed now,” Fushiguro muttered under his breath (to which you heard) before he determinedly looked at the curse right in front of him as he positioned himself in a fighting stance causing a wave of anxiety to consume you.

‘One of his divine dogs are already down, if he risks another shikigami, that possibly will also get destroyed in the process’

“You just don’t get it, he’s..Itadori’s coming back even if that means he’ll die, that’s just who he is,” Fushiguro determinedly stated while staring down at Sukuna.

“You give him too much credit, this guy’s just a little tougher and denser than other humans” Sukuna countered back with a smirk on his face before processing to wipe off the blood staining his lip with the back of his hand.

“Just a moment ago, he was scared out of his mind, on the verge of death and prattling on about his regrets and all that nonsense, I know for a fact he doesn’t have the guts to kill himself,” Sukuna taunted as he smiles smugly at both of you.

‘A special-grade has the ability to used Reserve Cursed Techniques, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to use it on his heart, I just need to slide down somewhere around his chest area to force him to do that’

Shifting your eyes to the side, you noticed Fushiguro’s hands were shaking leading you to internally sigh since you knew he was thinking the same idea as you, while probably debating the fact on how he could make Sukuna revive his heart before Itadori switches back as well as how he was going to battle against a special-grade.

“Should I make the first move then?” you rhetorically asked, before swiftly throwing your katana towards Sukuna like it was a spear, only for him to dough the weapon even at its immense speed.

“You think that was going to hit me?! Maybe you ain’t the fighting type as I suggested!” Sukuna roared in amusement, not noticing how you seemingly suddenly grabbed onto thin air (like you were holding onto a hanging support handle on a bus) before pulling your arm back in a fast motion, resulting in the attacking blade unexpectedly return back to you as quick as it was thrown, for it to then slash a massive slit on Sukuna’s cheek causing the curse to look at you in complete surprised before you swiftly moved forwards towards him, grabbing the handle of the travelling blade to attempt to slash down on your targeted area, only for Sukuna to dodge as quickly as he could.

‘Damn, but that should be fine for now’

However, before you could even attempt to get another chance of getting a slit around his check area, you heard incoming footsteps from your side leading you to deck down as you suddenly saw a leg swing above your head, indicating to you that Fushiguro had made a move to attack the cursed vessel, yet once again Sukuna managed to dodge against as well as the incoming punches that came along with Fushiguro’s attempts.

“Interesting, not only the girl managed to injure me but you use shikigami, but you’ll still come at me yourself?” Sukuna questioned, as he seemed amused at both of you and Fushiguro.

However, before he could mention another word there was a light pressure placed on his right shoulder causing him to turn back, only to find you in a lower stance with your index and middle finger to be pressed upon his shoulder blade.

“Destructive Curse Spell number four: Byakurai,” you chanted, before a high-density of cursed energy was discharged from the tip of your index finger to form a concentrated bolt of lighting leading it to pierce a noticeable hole on Sukuna’s shoulder surprising him as well as Fushiguro, since you angled it well away from him getting hit before you once again attempted to swing your katana down upon his back to execute your plan only for him to dodge it come again.

‘Fuck sake! You make it so easy to hit you the first time but when I want to slice you down, you suddenly dodge it!’

However, before you could use another cursed spell, a shikigami made its way to attack Sukuna leading you to discover it was Nue only for Sukuna to once again avoid the strike of its sharp talons before Fushiguro aims to get a hit at Sukuna, only for the King of Curses to block them with his arms. Yet you couldn’t help but internally smile the second you saw the wrist that you were holding onto earlier had made contact with Sukuan’s arms.

‘If plan A doesn’t work out, B will do just fine for now’

However, your hint of internal happiness quickly ended once you saw Fushiguro take a hit from Sukuna’s fist causing hints of blood to escape from his mouth leading you to quickly stand up straight as you rushed over to the scene. Yet, before you could even attempt to attack the curse again, you felt a presence underneath you causing your body to instinctively move again before a large snake appeared from the ground catching Sukuna within its mouth lifting him in the air as he was stunned with surprise at the fact of his sneak attack.

“Gang up on him!” Fushiguro yelled out to his shikigami, leading Nue’s wings to surround itself with purple lightning as it attempted to land a hit on Sukuna, only for him to duck at the right moment before it tried again, only for it to have the same result.

“Fushiguro, deactivate the snake now before it’s destroyed!” you screamed at your fighting partner. However, before he even got the message you suddenly saw fragments of what seemed to be the snake’s skin falling down in front of you before noticing Sukuna was already behind Fushiguro, tightly gripping onto the back of his dark blue sorcerer jacket.

“Hey, what did I just say? Let’s use the open space!” Sukuna shouted, before aggressively flinging Fushiguro up in the air before following the sorcerer himself, leaving you behind to witness his inhuman strength.

‘Shit, they’re going to get to the edge of the evacuation area!’

Reaching into the depths of your skirt pocket, you quickly pulled out a long, white cloth before letting it spin around you at a large radius as it slowly began to enclose the gaps that were making you visible to the world.

‘Sentan Hakuja,’ you internally chanted before the cloth coiled you complete before speedily teleporting you in front to what seemed to be like a construction site or an abandoning building, you weren’t quite sure. However, what you were sure of was that Fushiguro and Sukuna hadn’t noticed that you had arrived despite the vast entrance you had made from your cursed technique - but what you were most afraid of was the fact the Nue was gone, causing you to worry at the fact that now that shikigami was destroyed.

“What a waste of talent, but the girl back at that place, she knows how to use her technique extremely well,” Sukuna announced, causing Fushiguro to look at the King of Curses in both confusion as well as frustration at the fact he had mentioned you, worried if he was about to get killed, Sukuna would hunt you down next.

“Whatever, either way, that won’t be enough to fix this, you’re risking your life over stupid shit,” Sukuna stated as he pointed the hole on his chest. However, it seemed like you had enough of the conversation.

“Activate!” you yelled out before stabbing your katana to the ground, causing both males to turn around to finally notice you. However, it was too late for Sukuna to have the opportunity to counter what you were doing as he felt something restraining his arm’s movement before noticing what seemed to be a blue web-like strand attached to both his shoulders, yet when he turned to you, you seemed to be in the same situation but with one arm free.

“L/N!” Fushiguro yelled out in a panic before noticing that you were not at all afraid but rather calm despite the situation that you both were in now.

“What is this?” Sukuna questioned, as he observed the web-like structure you had created only for you to glance at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

“It’s just a simple web I created from pure cursed energy that is retaining the both of us right now,” you answered as you continued to peer at the confused King of Curses, who was trying to rip away from the strand-like he had with the shikigami snake, only to no avail as he struggled to move his whole upper body in general.

“How come? You didn’t touch me except for the cursed technique you used?!” Sukuna roared as he glared at you only for you to then let out a sigh of frustration.

‘It’s such a drag to explain…’

“I transferred some of my cursed energy to Fushiguro’s wrist as well as to my katana, so when they made contact with you, it allowed me to connect the strands of the web to those areas where you had been hit, also the protective spell I placed on the back of Itadori’s neck before we went in the detention centre was surprisingly still intact, allowing me to track you and the chain at the end of my katana to restain you further,” you thoroughly explained, before clicking your fingers causing the sudden but slow reveal of the long black chain (attached at the end of your handle - on the metal loop where the red charm was) that you had concealed with your cursed energy to appear surrounding you and Sukuna at a large radius while the extra length was tightly wrapped around his upper body.

“That was how I pulled my katana back at the beginning of the fight if that’s what you were also wondering,” you commented, leading Sukuna to look at you with a larger smirk than what you thought his reaction would have been.

“You possess such intellect, such skill, such power and such talent and yet you refuse to go against me with your full potential, are you mocking me?” Sukuna asked, before laughing causing you to look at him suspiciously, yet you couldn’t let that bother you at all, right now all you needed was for Itadori to switch back even if he was going to die.

“Even though I technically didn’t save you, Fushiguro did but I would like to give my answer I guess,” you commented before running your hands through your wet hair trying to push away the strands that were concealing your vision slightly.

“I should have exorcised you back then, in fact it’s my duty as part of the L/N Clan to, but I know you’re a good person at heart Itadori, I knew that since the day I saw you back at school and probably Fushiguro saw that as well when he decided to save you,” you explained with a smile, as you began to notice the markings gradually disappear from his face and body causing you to slowly deactivate the cursed energy web that was immobilising you and Itadori while the chain that was coiled around him slowly began to loosen its grip on him.

“It was for selfish and emotional reasons but that’s fine though,” Fushiguro stated as his posture relaxed once he noticed that you were slowly lowering your guard, “I’m not a hero, I’m a jujutsu sorcerer, so I’ve never once regretted saving you,” he then announced with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, itadori looked at you with a smile on his face before turning to look at Fushiguro, who was behind him. “I see, you really are smart, Fushiguro, Gojo, you’ve put more thought into this than I have,” Itadori mentioned with a smile, as he pushed his hair back, “I think your conviction’s a proper one, but I don’t think mine is wrong, either,”.

Suddenly, more blood started to drip down from his wound causing you to move forwards to make sure that Itadori didn’t fall down completely. “Oh, sorry, I’m almost done for, guess I won’t have to worry you guys, Kugisaki, or Gojo-sensei, live a long life,” Itadori faintly stated to you both before falling straight into your arms causing you to fall to your knees due to his heavyweight causing your skirt and high-knee socks to become soaked in the rain that already bathed your hair and face.

The rain only grew heavily as seconds went by, only reflecting on the disappointment and devastation that was coming from both you and Fushiguro, as you both stayed silent letting the rain consume you both for the time being.

Maybe after the rain, he might come back.

‘Please come back’

ꕥ

“So you had your suspicions?” you questioned your adopted father, as you leaned against the railing of the balcony, while he stood next to you leaning against the same railing.

“There was a special grade there, sending the first-years to rescue five who may or may not be alive is out of order, even if you are capable of exorcising it Y/N,” Gojo explained causing you to realise where this was going.

“So what you are saying is, since you indefinitely suspended Itadori’s execution, that got some higher-ups upset, leading us to go do that mission, in order for Itadori to be killed?” you suggested, leading Gojo to turn silent at your comment, leading you to get the answer you were expecting even if no words were exchanged.

“You’re strong though Y/N, you effortlessly fought like Sukuna was just a normal curse,” Gojo complimented you, only for you to give him no response since it was not a good time for you to be praised.

You failed at saving Itadori.

“As a special grade like your father, I need you to look out for Megumi and Nobara for a while, train them to the best of your abilities since we got an event coming up!” Gojo cheered, leading you to present him with a glare.

‘What a drag...I really can’t be bothered to be in an event’

“I’m going to check on the others Gojo-sensei, I’ll see you later,” you stated before standing on the feet as you than processed to walk away with your hand up, as a way to wave him ‘goodbye’.

“Call me dad for once Y/N~” Gojo shouted, leading you to groan in annoyance before making your way to the entrance, where you knew Fushiguro and Kugisaki were since Gojo did take you away from them when he found you sitting with them on the stone steps near the entrance of the school.

After some time, you finally managed to reach your destination as you found yourself standing at the top of the extra steps above your classmates, before noticing a few new faces further below, leading you to become perplexed since you weren’t expecting any other sorcerers to come by today - well...that’s what Gojo said.

“Don’t tell me the other student died as well?” the female sorcerer question, leading you to look in her direction in confusion since she seemed a little familiar to you for some reason.

‘Ah, she was the person I saw when I moved into the dorm, but she didn’t really see me’

“I’m right here,” you commented, leading to everyone that was in your view to look up at your direction to find you standing with your arms crossed before you steadily made your way down the steps as you processed to stand a step above between Fushiguro and Kugisaki, who were still seated on the same spot they were in when you had left them for a few minutes.

“You don’t even have a scratch on you,” the female sorcerer commented, as she noticed you didn’t have any patches or bandages like the other two first-years had once you observed you.

“She’s a strong sorcerer,” Fushiguro commented, leading you to kick his back before commenting that he was a strong sorcerer as well.

“Ah! Are you the special grade, Gojo was mentioning about?” the large Panda asked, causing you to give him a glance before answering, “I don’t believe I’m a special-grade sorcerer but if that what my drag ass of an adoptive dad ranked me, then I guess I am,”.

“Who are you guys?” you then asked since it seemed like they had already done their introductions for Kugisaki. Although, it seemed like your female classmate was in the same sort of confusion as you since she noted to you that she had no idea who the fellow sorcerers were.

“Our second-year upperclassmen,” Fushiguro nonchalantly answered before he continued by introducing them to you and Kugisaki.

“Zenin-senpai is the best of all the students at wielding cursed tools, that’s the Cursed Speech user, Inumaki-senpai, he can only speak in ingredients of onigiri and that’s panda senpai,” Fushiguro introduced everyone causing some questions to manifest in your head.

‘Zenin ha?..she doesn’t seem like the one that my mum was talking about, so I don’t have to suspect her but is there anything else to add for Panda-senpai?’

“There’s one more, Okkotsu-senpai, who is the only one I can openly respect, but he’s overseas right now,” Fushiguro added, before slowly standing on his two feet.

“You’re not adding more about the panda named Panda?” Kugisaki asked as she looked up at the shikigami user to gain some information, only to be ignored.

“Man, sorry about this and when you’re in mourning...please forgive us for that,” Panda apologised before placing his hands together as a sign to be forgiven, even though that sign reminded you about something else.

‘Ah...that’s the same hand gesture for one of my cursed spells’

“The truth is, we’d like you to participate in the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event,” Panda explained, causing you to recall about an ‘event’ Gojo had mentioned to you.

“Oh, that’s what he meant,” you whispered before Kugisaki interrupted you by repeating the event’s name in confusion.

“What’s that?” Kugisaki asked as she turned to Fushiguro looking for the answer.

“It’s a get-together with the other Tech school in Kyoto, though isn’t that event mainly second and third-years?” the erratic-haired sorcerer answered your classmate before questioning the invitation since all of you were first-years.

“And those stupid third-years are suspended right now, so you need to participate,” Zenin explained, causing you to look to the side with an annoyed expression on your face since you realised that this meant you had to cover up your tracks more than you were bothered to do.

“What do you do at this event? Smash Bros? I won’t lose if it’s the Wii version, I’ll Meteor Smash so you can’t come back” Kugisaki randomly mentioned with a determined look on her face as she formed a fist, causing you to look in her direction with a confused face since you didn’t know how she came to that conclusion in the first place.

“Then let’s make a 3-man team, the exchange event has the principals of the Tokyo and Kyoto schools each propose a form of competition to be held for an entire day over the course of two days, though that’s how it is on paper,” Panda informed you and Kugasaki, who were oblivious to what this event was in general.

“Every year, the first day is a team battle, and the second day is individual battles,” Panda explained, leading Inumaki to agree with him by saying ‘salmon’ as his confirmation to his classmates' explanation.

“Individual and team battles? We fight?! Against other jujutsu sorcerers?!” Kugisaki shouted after realising what the event really entailed, causing you to look at her before lightly smacking the back of her head.

“You just realised that?” you asked in a dumbfounded tone.

“Yeah, it’s a jujutsu battle where anything but killing goes,” Zenin confirmed with a huge grin causing you internal sigh at the fact that you had to hide the use of your cursed technique since that would blow your cover entirely.

“We’ll train you up well so you won’t get killed. Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Panda declared before he started to throw some air punched after every ‘yeah’ he said.

“Wait, do you have time for that? I thought we were short on jujutsu sorcerers,” Kugisaki asked since she concluded that there were only six of you right now.

“That’s a good question, For now, we are. The glim emotions people harbour from late winter through spring cause an outburst of curses in the early summer, so that’s our busy season,” Panda explained as Zenin then explained that some sorcerers are busy all year long, but since things are settling down soon, it should be fine.

“So, you’ll do it, right? You just had a partner die on you, after all,” Zenin asked, as she was waiting for all your responses.

“We’re in!” Fushiguro and Kugisaki simultaneously answered with determined looks on their faces before turning back to look at you, waiting for your answer.

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you knew that you had no way out of this since they looked so motivated for you to join, even if you disagreed with them.

“This is such a drag, but fine, I’ll join in too,” you replied with a small smile on your face leading them to nod at you before turning back to your seniors.

“But if I decided this training and exchange event is pointless, I’m quitting instantly,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“Same here,” Fushiguro commented, causing you to kick both of them on the back much to their surprise.

“So you drags make me do this event, only for you to dip when it’s pointless for you, besides I heard there are some interesting sorcerers in the Kyoto side, so prepare yourselves,” you stated before stepping down the few steps you were in front of before standing between them.

“Well, people this cocky are all more worthwhile to train,” Panda mentioned with his arms folded with a determined look on his face.

“Bonito flakes,” Inumaki said in a softer tone.

Looking up to the sky, you couldn’t help but brisk in the sunlight that was shining lightly down upon you, leading you to raise your hand over your face in order to not be blinded.

‘I wonder how I’m going to hide from this one now?’

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(Not exactly sure if I'm really doing this right but here we go.) If I was your partner... I'd take you someplace nice and encourage you to eat whatever you want. After a large meal I'd be the one to drive home, as your complaining of an upset stomach. Wanting a reaction, I'd take you down the secluded, bumpy road to see what happens.

A/N: Thanks for the lovely ask! I kind of deviated a little, incorporating some of what's been going on in my life lately (new job, stresses causing me to skip meals, the craving for pasta, etc.) The beginnings of this do delve into spiraling about weight(loss) and body image stuff a little...so if that's a trigger for people then this is your warning.

It’s been more than two years since we indulged in dine-in service at a place with non-disposable cutlery. I’ve been craving pasta for even longer than that. Creamy, garlic-y, non-reheated pasta served on a plate and twirled around a metal fork.

We haven’t taken any opportunities to celebrate for the last two years. Birthdays, holidays, promotions at work or major advancements in our career adventures—we’ve barely done anything more than acknowledge them as we both go to pick up extra shifts wherever it is that we have been working. Honestly, we’ve seen so little of each other that it wouldn’t surprise either of us if the other snuck in a job-change in the last two years. That all changes tonight.

A nearby pasta place is offering dine-in service. We booked a reservation for tonight—all you have to do is pick me up from work and we can head on over.

I’m the one that managed to sneak in a job-change in the craziness. Fast-food to office intern. I’m barely handling things. I’ve been beyond exhausted because the change happened suddenly. The office place demanded that I start with them on a whim (despite my only condition on hiring being the time to give my fast-food job the proper two week notice). Due to their abrupt “start now or we will move ahead with other candidates” ultimatum, I’ve been pulling 44+ hour weeks juggling two jobs located on opposite ends of the city.

Tonight is a celebration. Dine-in service by itself is already something to celebrate in my books, but you’re insisting that tonight is for me because I finally finished my dues to the fast-food place. The hellish four weeks of juggling is over. No more calls at midnight from me begging you to pick me up from some random quadrant of the city because I nodded off on the last bus home. No more days where I make it home from my office job only to get an urgent call from the fast-food place begging/demanding that I show up because someone cut work. No more packed weeks with no days off or time to even pack myself lunch. Hopefully no more nights where you have to peel me off of the floor because making it home was all I managed before passing out from exhaustion.

I’ve got an hour before you’re set to come pick me up from my office job. I can’t help but smile as I count down the minutes while working on editing some funding proposal that was shoved at me a couple of minutes ago.

My stomach grumbles at me and I clam up. I blush as I look around to ensure nobody heard it. The office is basically empty. All the other staff seem to have gone off to lunch. That’s something I’m going to have to get used to: the fact that there doesn’t seem to be a set schedule here…people head out to lunch whenever. As a petrified newbie, I haven’t had the guts to just take off whenever. The number of shifts where I’ve stayed here for a full eight hours and then navigated an hour and a half of transit transfers only to come home ravenous is pretty high.

Welp, if a stomach growls and nobody is here to hear it then I guess it doesn’t make a sound. I’ve got an hour left before you come to pick me up and we’re basically just two hours away from satisfying my years long pasta craving. Going out to hunt for food now would only spoil my appetite.

“I AM HERE!”

I giggle at the reference and accompanying gif you’ve sent to announce your arrival. I pack up my area and get up, saying ‘bye’ to Jerry on my way out. The second I walk out that door will mark the start of my days off for the week, something I haven’t had in over a month.

“Hi, sweetie!” I chirp as I open the passenger door and bend over to set down my bag.

As I settle in, folding myself into the car, the movements dislodge a deep rumble from my tummy. I freeze, arm still reaching out to close the door. You snicker at me with your left arm perched on your open window, fingers close to your face and highlighting that charming grin of yours that I love so much.

“Oi, close the door and we can get going.”

I do just that. With the door closed, you carefully back out of the parking space and off we go. We don’t get very far. Ah, the joys of rush hour. No use honking, Karen, you’re not ‘stuck in traffic’—you are traffic and there’s no manager for you to speak to here, moron!

I adjust my seat a little, leaning back and allowing myself to relax. I’ve done it. Tomorrow is a day off. And so is the next day. My first true weekend in over three years and my first days off in over three weeks. I can feel the tension ebbing out of me. My shoulders untense, leaving behind a distinct soreness.

My shoulders aren’t the only thing to stop tensing. Apparently, my abdominals decided to join in as well.

Grrr…RRRR…blr.br…rrr.

I blush and sit up, arms wrapping around my stomach as it continues to snarl at me. The growls come with the sharp pains of hunger pangs and I wince, hugging my tummy and pressing my arms against the pain. The grumbles are quickly drowned out by your laughter.

“Man, no wonder you say your coworkers don’t talk to you here. If I heard that coming from a newbie I’d be scared of ‘em too.”

“S-Shut up!” I don’t want to admit that my tummy has been growling very loudly at the office. I’ve skipped more lunches than I’ve eaten in my time here. I lean back in the seat again, arms crossed over my chest as I look away from you, pouting. I’m hungry enough that my stomach really hurts, I’m a panicking newbie at work that doesn’t know the ropes or what’s expected of them, and here you are teasing me.

Your right hand reaches over but instead of stopping on the shift stick it continues further until your palm finds my stomach. The gentle pressure and the warmth of your palm nudging right over where my stomach joins my intestines aids in the relaxation of my tensed muscles and brings forth another loud grumble from my guts. You move your hand slightly, patting and rubbing my flat tummy absentmindedly as you keep the rest of you focused on traffic.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“Y-Yeah…” I don’t want to admit that I’m happy about it. My waistband was loose enough to fall to my thighs before I put my belt on this morning. I love it but you and I both know weight and eating are sore subjects for me. I bite my tongue to keep from asking whether or not you think the weight loss is a good thing or not. Your tone was flat—it was an observation. The fact that I’ve been too busy and stressed out to have time to eat (or digest properly when I do) has led to the rapid shedding of pounds. Not just in the last three or four weeks, but for a long time yet. The reasons for the weight loss aren’t good…but I really do like the results, so I don’t want to hear it from you…good or bad…I don’t want to hear it. Thankfully, you don’t push the issue. Traffic picks up and you remove your hand from my stomach and put it back on the wheel.

My stomach continues to gripe and snarl as we make our way through the city at a crawl. I no longer have work to distract me and your impromptu massage has definitely woken the beast in my guts. ‘Starving’ doesn’t even begin to cover how my stomach feels. I’m starting to feel the other effects of the lack of food too. Light-headedness, feeling cold, and a limpness in my limbs. I want to press my arms into my stomach to quell some of the ache and the noises but I just can’t seem to summon the strength to put enough pressure on it. I wish you had kept your hand on my tummy. As much as your touch intensified the hunger, the pressure of your hand on my stomach was kind of comforting. Ugh…this is all wrong. We’ve been together long enough to know that both of us are into tummy stuff. Any other opportunity we’d be all over each other right now. Your mention of the weight I’ve lost and the silence that has followed since is filling me with anxiety. Under normal circumstances you’d have parked the car somewhere to tease my hungry tummy into oblivion. The fact that we’re currently driving in silence when there’s a golden kink opportunity in the palm of our hands is worrisome to me. Suddenly I don’t feel so good about the weight I’ve lost. I like it. It made me look totally bomb in my new office clothes. Buttons don’t strain even when I bend over or stretch. I spend the rest of the car ride lost in my anxieties. I’m not at an unhealthy weight. Sure, losing it is a testament of the stress I’ve been under lately…but it’s not like I’ve been intentionally skipping meals or fixating on some unachievable body image or something. This isn’t about the weight or anything, it was just a happy consequence of the hectic times I’ve gone through.

We arrive at the restaurant and you get out, expecting me to follow. I’ve managed to work myself into a ball of anxiety in the passenger seat and I don’t move. You pause on the sidewalk when you see me still strapped inside the car. You walk over and open the passenger door.

“Babe?” You see me petrified and chewing on my lip—a tell-tale sign I’m fighting some internal battle. “What’s wrong?” You cup my cheek with your hand, thumb going to pull my lower lip away from my teeth.

“Huh? Wha?” My gaze sharpens as I’m brought back to reality. I didn’t even realize we’ve arrived.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Uhm…w-well…y-you said…n-nevermind.” I unbuckle the seatbelt and step out of the car. You frown as you think back on what I meant about you having said something.

“Oh, about the weight loss?” I freeze. Bingo. “Babe—I didn’t mean anything by it, honest. Just an observation.” You scratch at the back of your head. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately and gosh knows neither of us has had time to cook or pack lunches. I was just thinking that maybe we should work on that together. Going hungry so often sounds like a dream, kink-wise…but neither of us has had time for that lately. I was going to suggest creating a mealplan or something together, maybe bringing out the slow cooker and freezing some stuff so that we can just grab and go for work going forward.” I stumble over and rest my head on your shoulder, giving a slight nod.

I’m overwhelmed. One thing you said sent me spiraling and you just pulled me out of it.

“Ugh…don’t do that again.”

You smirk. “I won’t. Rather than think yourself into a hole over that, you should really think about what it is you want to eat. We’re ordering off the full menu tonight.”

My eyes widen. The full menu has more selection but it’s way more expensive. Every time we’ve come here in the past, we have always ordered off the specials menu—the discounted, half-size portions that they offer. You smile seeing my stunned reaction.

“Birthdays, holidays—and Sweets, you got a job! You got a job where you don’t have to deal with the dreaded ‘customer’. I’m proud of you, Sweets. This…this is supposed to be a celebration…right? For all the celebrating we haven’t been able to do in…damn, how long has it been—” Your rambling is cut off when I seal your lips with mine. I step back with a grin, watching the dumbfounded, wide-eyed expression pass over to you ‘cuz I’m usually the no-kissy-touchy type.

“Chicken parm with garlic, angel-hair pasta in cream sauce.” I know exactly what I want to order. I’ve known it for over two years. That dish has been taunting me in my dreams for over two years. When I chew on my pillow in my sleep ‘cuz I skipped dinner in lieu of sleep I’m dreaming about that dish. The last time I had it from here was with my parents—long before I met you—for a birthday when I was still in grade school. My stomach growls, punctuating my declaration. The sound shocks you out of your reverie and you slide an arm around my waist, resting your palm against my stomach as you feel all the empty rumbles reverberating beneath your palm.

“Alright. Guess we better walk in before they give away our table…or before you decide it’s quicker just to eat me here in the parking lot.”

Ugh…how am I already full? There’s still so much food on the plate. So, so much. Urrgh…

My stomach silently gripes at me. A sickly, sticky feeling is blooming in my guts. I’m sated but there is still far too much food on my plate. The full menu is more expensive, but they fill the plate up more and often use bigger plates. I’ve forgotten just how big, and my tummy is suffering. Two years is a long time to go without something and I’ve gone without fulfilling my craving for pasta in cream sauce for over two years, maybe even three. That’s a long time…long enough for my stomach to forget how to handle cream sauce, apparently.

I’ve only swallowed about a fifth of my plate and my stomach already feels heavy. The warm bread to start and the bites of chicken parmesan cutlet went down alright. They lined my stomach comfortably and my digestive tract knew exactly how to handle them. The first couple of bites of pasta were cushioned by the bread and chicken. When that lining dissolved away and more of the pasta came into contact with my gastric juices, I realized there was a problem.

My stomach pounced on the bites of bread and the water and cola I chased it down with. I could practically feel my duodenum yawning wide to suck in the masticated bread, my intestines just as hungry for it as I have been all day. When it had to contend with the cream sauce things started to slow down. I can feel a backlog of stuff sitting in my stomach, refusing to be broken down further into a form that will comfortably move onto my intestines. I’m chewing a lot more, my mouth creating more saliva. I feel sick. My stomach doesn’t hurt, yet, but it’s definitely going to as it fights with the creamy, oily pasta.

“Ooh…they’ve got tiramisu here.” You’re eyeing the dessert menu. “It’s your favorite, right?”

“Yeah…but it’s expensive and this is a lotta food.”

“We’re supposed to be celebrating, Sweets. We’ll take whatever you don’t finish to-go. Leftovers are a Godsend, remember? C’mon, let’s live a little.”

I feel a weight settle in my stomach as you flag down a passing wait-staff and order a tiramisu. To share, thank God. My stomach churns in vain, serving only to churn up the mess of creamy pasta and chicken without moving it along further in the digestive process. The sphincter to my duodenum is squeezed tight, refusing passage to the foreign cream and oil mix that it doesn’t seem to recognize.

I managed to finish just under half of my plate before the dessert arrived. I decided to throw in the towel and asked for the rest to be packed up to-go. I put on a smile as we share the dessert and hope it’s not as shaky as my guts feel. The dessert is delicious. Rich, flavorful, and perfect. If only I didn’t have to feel it sickeningly sliding down my esophagus, plopping down heavily into a stomach crammed much too full with indigestible pasta. As my stomach clenches and churns things around the creamy tiramisu is going to get incorporated with the rest of the mess. It’s going to make it thicker and creamier…as if it wasn’t already too thick and too creamy for my duodenum to open up and allow it to wreak havoc in my intestines. As sick as my overstuffed stomach feels, I am a little grateful that my duodenum is being a stubborn prick.

If the creamy mess had passed into my intestines, I’d be doubled over in the bathroom right now, rubbing futilely at my revolting intestines. I know what dairy does to my guts. It doesn’t usually happen, just when I’m stressed or it’s close to that time of the month. It’s nasty and it hurts bad enough that I honestly think hell is enduring those cramping intestines for eternity.

We finish the tiramisu. You offer me the lion’s share, but I refuse and push it back to you with a mention on my stomach being really full. I bring my hands to my stomach and I catch the way your eyes smolder at the sight. Good. Yes. Get us home quickly, darling.

You pay for the meal, and we are off. I clutch my tummy behind my bag as we walk out to the car. Every step sends aftershocks into my guts and it’s really upsetting things in my stomach.

As I settle in the passenger seat, I notice the buttons on my blouse are a little bit strained around my stomach. Horror sets in and I quickly fumble to get the buttons undone. I don’t want to ruin my shirt and the sight of the straining buttons triggers something nasty in my mind. I calm down a little once the buttons are undone and I rub my tummy under the cover of my bag, palms running up and down the dark undershirt that is draped snugly over my full belly.

“It’s still early. Want to really paint the town red and see if we can catch a movie somewhere?”

I swallow back a sickly belch to answer your question, my questing hands churning up the mess in my guts and dislodging air pockets.

“Umph…n-no…let’s go home.”

“Sweets, you okay?” Your voice is laced with concern. Surely you can hear the sickly squelching from my guts. Do I have to spell it out for you?

“Hmm? No,” I blush as I fidget and grapple with whether or not to come clean. I’m shy about this kind of stuff—you’re my partner though and have been for a long time—we’re both into tummy stuff—we haven’t done anything on this front in a very long time. Making my decision, I move my back over to the floor, resting it against my shins and I lean back, allowing you full view of my distended tummy with my blouse undone. “I just…uhm…m-my tummy’s kinda…upset…I just really want to get home.” My stomach burbles sickly throughout our conversation. I have both my hands on the rounded curve of it, rubbing at tender spots with my thumbs.

Your eyes widen at the sight of my belly rounding out my undershirt. You start the car and pull out of our stall. Instead of righting the car onto the road you keep backing into a more secluded spot on the far end of the lot. This one is obscured by an overgrown bush or tree on the passenger side.

I haven’t even bothered with getting my seatbelt on. I was too caught up in my indigestion to think of it despite it normally being a habit. To be fair, I don’t think the seatbelt is a good idea with my tummy so bloated and sore.

“What are you—”

You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn in your seat, giving me your full attention. My seat is still reclined a little further than normal from the drive over. Gently, you put a hand on my shoulder, indicating for me not to sit up. Your eyes briefly meet mine and convey your plan before they go back to fixating on my belly.

I relax my arms, letting them rest at my sides as you slide a hand over the crest of my bloated gut. I bite back a groan as the slight pressure of your hand increases the pressure in my intestines. My stomach is packed full with an indigestible mass of creamy pasta. My duodenum is not allowing any of that entry into my intestines so they sit, bloated with air. The ingredients for a very upset tummy are inside of me…they just need a bit of a push to act as a catalyst.

The push comes in the form of a literal push as you place both hands, one on each side of my tummy, and squeeze. I bite back a mewl of pain until the pressure relents and you are sliding your hands all over my taut tummy.

“Oh my…you really are full.”

“Ugh…haven’t…haven’t eaten so much in a long time.” I groan as your hands churn up the mess in my guts. You know what you’re doing. You felt the firmness in my upper left and you know that everything is sitting heavy in my stomach. You focus your massage on my left, on the area where my duodenum is. You rub and nudge and coax at the area, intent on getting the sphincters to unclench and allow my meal to continue to digest.

“Oh…ah!” I can’t help but cry out a little as I feel my duodenum flood with the lumpy mess. A rumbling, wet burble indicates when the sphincter finally gives up and allows the mess in my stomach passage. My stomach acid wasn’t enough to break down the creamy, oily pasta so it’s entering my intestines relatively undigested.

After ten minutes of you massaging my belly, (in)digestion is in full swing. My intestines are filling up with the ache-inducing mass and the straining pressure that started in my stomach has now spread all over my abdomen. You reach over and pull down my seat belt, buckling it before reaching over to get my seat back into an upright position. My stomach cramps sharply with the change in orientation and my mewl of pain is cut off by a harsh belch. You pat my tummy almost teasingly as you right yourself in your seat and start the car.

I don’t bother to keep track of where we are heading. You could be taking me to the movies, intent on letting my indigestion stew for a couple of hours, or you could be driving us home. I don’t care. I can’t care because every ounce of me is focused on the sharp pains exploding all over my guts as the car hits every bump in the road. Damned city not bothering to spend money to fix the thousands of pot-holes in our roads. My stomach is just as vocal as I am about the indigestion.

You brake sharply, causing the seatbelt to dig into my tummy and tear a sharp gasp of pain from me. I see the road ahead of us…it’s not a road at all but literally the worst road in our city. This stretch of road is famous even outside of our city for just how bumpy and nasty it is. People scrape the undercarriage of their cars if they aren’t careful in avoiding the potholes that litter this thing like craters on the moon. People have lost pieces of their cars and done massive damage to their vehicles by driving down this road. People around here know to avoid this road. The alternative is a ten minute detour to take the safer, newer road and everyone agrees that ten minutes more is better than damaging their car on this road so it is always empty.

“Darling, no—”

You floor it, going down the secluded road at a high speed. We hit every bump and hole in the thing (that won’t damage the car)…you used to come down this thing often and you’re a master at navigating it to avoid damage to the vehicle. Damage to my tummy, on the other hand.

My stomach gives off aborted grumbles and gripes, each one interrupted as we hit another bump in the road. My tummy sloshes and churns. Digestion had stalled without your hands pushing everything along, but this new form of “massage” in the form of a very bumpy ride is kick starting things all over again…in the wrong direction. Stuff swirls inside of my stomach and I swear that it’s filling up rather than emptying. The pressure is building in my stomach. I’d like to believe it’s the air from my intestines, but I’m sure we managed to get most of that out with your massage in the parking lot.

"Ugh…ouch…ah—ow! Ungh…my tummy…urp…my tummy…ulp…” I can’t help it. Belches and protests roll through my throat, unchecked. It’s better than the alternative of something solid, I guess. The road has increased the upset tenfold as I clutch my stomach in both hands. The road has dialed the cramping pains up to eleven and many more aches and tender spots have erupted thanks to the bumpy ride. We’re about halfway through the road when I feel something solid tickling at my esophagus.

“Ugh—Babe—STOP!” I reach up and slap a hand over my mouth, fearing that we’re about to see my dinner come back out.

You slam on the brakes and the pressure from the seatbelt is what does it. My mouth fills with the sour mess of barely-digested pasta.

“Ugh…urk…” I swallow back the bile. It’s nasty, but there’s no receptacle and I don’t want to stink up the car. Luckily, this wasn’t a true vomiting session triggered internally—it was basically regurgitation brought on by external factors—like the seatbelt putting too much pressure on my over-packed tummy. My stomach snarls violently at the return of the sickly concoction.

You watch my struggle, fascinated. Reaching over, you put a hand on my palm, a hand that is quickly slapped away as I give you the fiercest glare I can muster.

“None of that until you get me home, darling.”

You grin, exaggerating taking your foot off of the brake pedal. I realize my poor phrasing a moment too late.

“As you command, Sweets.”

“Darling, no—”

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joontier · 4 years ago

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report x

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: R-18 | genre: humor, romance, smut (voyeurism, masturbation), swearing

warnings: GET READY FOR SOME ACTIONNNNN

word count: 1.8k

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Right after you put away your groceries, you take a quick shower and head to bed. Truly, there was nothing better than a refreshing shower after a long day - especially when you know you’re not going to be able to enjoy times like these anymore once you start working. Just then, you recall having to set your alarm early tomorrow because it was your first day, plus the other two wanted to meet up for breakfast before heading to work.

As you lie on your bed, scrolling through your barely active social media accounts, you hear a soft thud coming from Ayoung’s apartment. Huh, she must be moving stuff - seems strange though that she’s doing it with a potential tenant present. You don’t pay much attention to it though until it happens again and suddenly a faint moan reaches your ears. Your eyes widen, thoughts of all sorts running through your head. You must be mistaken. You should be mistaken.

You hear it again, and it gets repetitive until there’s a steady rhythm that has you certain about something that could be happening there. You’re really not one to meddle with people’s private businesses, especially ones of this particular kind. You push each incoming thought away, regardless if it is an innocent one or not. It proves otherwise though, with the sound coming in clear for a wall separating the two apartments.

At the same time, you also wish the best for Ayoung and if this man is a moving-away gift in disguise as this one, well you’re incredibly happy for her. Who were you to take that happiness away from her? But as the man’s grunts become more audible and prominent, your immediate reaction to it is beyond you, and you’re almost involuntarily rubbing your thighs together at the sound.

‘No’, you think to yourself, stopping your southward train of thoughts and its imminent course of action. Rubbing at your temple, you wonder how could you even allow such pompous thoughts cross your mind.

Groaning, you lie on your stomach and mush your face against your pillow as if to block those indecent images threatening to corrupt your mind. It isn’t right to get off someone else’s steamy evening, more particularly, that of your friend’s, so you close your eyes and focus on trying to get some sleep.

You can’t.

Not when this man’s heavy breathing sounds just as hot as Ayoung finds him to be.

Not when this man sounds just like a porn star.

And especially not when this man’s vocals are so stimulating to the point that it feels like an invitation for you to join the fun. Or at least, take an imaginary part in it.

Holy shit.

Tapping your fingers furiously on the bed covers, you ask yourself if you have really reached this level of desperation? That your lack of human touch is causing you to question the very principle of civility?

You shake your head as you reach for your earphones. Coincidentally, Spotify’s shuffle decides to land on a Jamie Foxx track.

What is with the universe constantly trying to fuck you up?

You tap on the next button quickly, turning the volume all the way up in the hopes of ridding yourself of unclean thoughts, that is, until you hear Satan himself let out a particularly loud grunt, one you can practically feel travel straight to your core. Jesus.

The voice of your evil miniature self on your left shoulder whispers in your ear, “It isn’t often for you to get ahold of an opportunity like this. Go get some,” she says, holding your angelic self on a chokehold with her own halo.

She had a point though, and you really could only imagine having more time for yourself starting tomorrow. Besides, it’s been a while since you truly ‘relaxed’. And to top all of that, with the apartment walls as thin as paper, you can literally feel your neighbor’s bed now moving in a steady rhythm. You’re even surprised you’ve managed to keep your self-control this long. Not long enough though, unfortunately.

Now that you’ve come to think of it, this man must be on a different level entirely if Ayoung could let herself get...dicked down during a simple visit (and for the first time too!). Just imagining what he probably looks like is sending a light tingle down your spine.

You sigh, ultimately giving into the temptation. There’s no turning back now.

Slowly, you slide your shorts down your legs, giving yourself time to still contemplate...but, hesitation was never really your strong point (a trait of yours that had truly blossomed since your friendship with Chohee). So off go your underwear too.

As quietly as possible, you scoot over to the wall, just enough to let your shoulder touch your old, boring, beige wallpaper. You feel your neighbor’s bed move with a little more intensity this time, and you trail your fingers downward to your cunt, which is surely wet by now with all your thinking.

The man’s grunts are louder than Ayoung’s thankfully, leaving everything to your imagination. You start at a steady pace, wanting to test the waters. With the couple just a mere distance away from you, save the wall separating your apartments, you try to match your pace with the pair.

Letting your digit circle your clit, you work yourself out to your orgasm - that is, until your climax won’t arrive and you figure just using your fingers won’t get the job done. Just as if you thought the sounds they were making weren’t enough to get you over the edge. It’s been a while since you had any ‘action’ and your rust ass won’t allow you to cum with just your fingers.

Hurriedly, you draw out a small box from beneath your bed. In haste, you throw the cover across the small room, fishing for what used to be a very good friend of yours before: Lovecorner’s limited edition of Real Feel 7. Never too late to catch up with good ol’ friends.

You turn on the device, hoping that there’s enough battery left to get you through the night. Closing your eyes, you circle the dildo around your nether lips, gathering all the slick there. A few more moments and you gradually insert the toy inside you, causing you to shiver in excitement. Gulping, you only push it halfway through at first, wanting to get used to the feeling again..

There’s a short pause from the other side of the wall, one you use to your advantage to keep up. When you feel them continue, you pick up your pace, both desperation and shame pumping you up so you could get this night over with as quickly as possible.

Just as you had expected, you feel their breathing get heavier by the second, and your bed is practically shaking with...what you presume to be yours and their movements combined.

For some reason beyond your understanding, you work yourself out on your trusty companion, taking in every whimper and grunt from the other side of the wall like it’s your own, like you’re the one fucking like there is no tomorrow.

You’re getting closer to your high - a feeling almost foreign to you at this point, and with the last string of sheer will, you push the toy further up to the hilt, stroking your g-spot so perfectly that your orgasm has got you quivering in bed for more than thirty seconds.

Breathless as ever, you lie in bed, staring straight into the ceiling.

What. Was. That. All. About.

You press your thighs together, an unexpected reaction from the reality of tonight’s events suddenly dawning in on you. You did not just get yourself off from your neighbor's live porn.

With no more movement coming from Ayoung’s apartment, you could only assume that their day has officially concluded as well. Sighing, you make your way to your bathroom, treading over your floor as lightly as you could with your sore legs.

Ten minutes and a refreshing half bath later, you head back to bed, exhaustion causing you to fall asleep in seconds.

The sound of your jarring iPhone alarm blares right in your ear, scaring the living hell out of you exactly 6:45 in the morning. You wake up in a fright, panting heavily as you scramble to turn off the horrible sound.

Quickly, you get off of your bed, proceeding with your daily morning routine. You tick off breakfast at home today, having scheduled your morning meal with Jimin and Soomin as your first official day as employees of Woocheon Medical City.

Making sure you’ve got everything in your duffel bag - extra clothes, toiletries, and the rest of your essentials, you lock the door to your apartment, sealing it off with a slight jiggle to the knob to assure yourself.

Ayoung’s door likewise creaks open, and you glance at it through your peripheral vision to see a man coming out. Your eyes widen - he stayed the night then. Hm. You’re unsure if you want to suspect him of something other than a one night stand, or it’s just this curious itch inside you that makes you want to check who’s responsible for last night’s...occurrences.

Mustering all that courageous chi Chohee has hopefully transferred onto you, you linger a little bit by your doorway before facing the man. Thankfully, the stranger doesn’t make your job difficult for you and looks your way as well.

No.

This can’t be.

Turns out, Mr. Stranger who was supposed to be your hot neighbor as Ayoung claims is no stranger at all.

It had to be.

You look away just as quickly as you looked at him. “________? Hey! I didn’t know you lived next door!” Your lips form a thin line. Why does he make it sound like you’re already neighbors?

“Jungkook,” you nod to answer his question. “Good morning to you too.”

Your cheeks heat up with the range of emotions you’re feeling: anger - from him not even remembering Ayoung’s name; shame - for your actions last night; disappointment - there’s a possibility of you two becoming neighbors and you’d inevitably have to face him more often than not.

“Where are you off to? Gym?”

Why does he think you’re going to gym in a collared shirt, jeans, and flats? And more importantly, why are you two even having this conversation?

The elevator doors open and your impromptu escape plan springs into action, and currently, just like your legs. “Work actually! And I’m going to be late, so bye for now!” You sprint towards the elevator, quickly pressing a button to close the doors.

You let out a sigh of relief as the doors close, leaving Jungkook with a confused look on his face.

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canceltheact · 4 years ago

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Cancel The Act: The Definitive Theory of Lunky, Lixian, and Actor Mark

Hello there theorists! This is the big one - the (hopefully) final draft of CancelTheAct.

For those of you that have been following this tale of truth, perserverance, and chromatic aberration,you may find that a few section of this are exactly the same. It basically is the same theory, but with a few things tightened up (see post from two days ago) and some updated information. This is the big one we’re hoping on spreading, so be sure to reblog this one like you’ve done before. We really appreciate all the support you’ve given this assertion.

And for those who are seeing this for the first time...welcome! This is a theory exploring what's been going on the past few months on Markiplier's channel, and the side story that connects the odd goings-on. If you support this theory, spread the word on Twitter and reblog, not just like, on Tumblr with the hashtags and this very site.

Thank you for all the support, folks! Now...let's talk about the truth. We'll see you on the other side.

So, if you are a Markiplier fan on the interwebs, you have no doubt seen the newest Cloak ad that was in the Cooking Simulator video from about a month ago and noticed something...off. Something... suspicious. And if you follow Mark lore, you know that this was NOT ordinary Mark. This was Actor. The robe underneath the Cloak merchandise he was wearing, the spotlights and cracking of his body reminiscent of the Darkiplier ending from AHWM, and of course, what he says in a haughty tone of voice, seeming to be the opposite of his opening stair spiel in WKM: "It's not about you...it's about me." Heading over to instagram, we get more interesting stuff, with a description of the ad clearly reflecting the events of WKM from Actor's skewed and self-righteous perspective.

Was this just a ploy for marketing purposes, you ask? How could it be important to something? Well, Cloak's response to said post says it all: "oh". Meaning they had NO CLUE this was coming.

Even in that Cooking Simulator video, there were signs that this wasn't just pertaining to an ad. In the kitchen of the game, he comments "Modern is stupid; I’ve always said this; I want the classics," quite a different opinion from the man we knew that owned FIVE OVENS, but would seem quite on brand for someone who lived in a old-style manor - even the Youtube description seems a bit suspicious saying that "this time, I'm gonna show everyone what I'm all about." No doubt, Actor Mark has made quite a return, for seemingly NO REASON, right? Right? Well....not exactly. We’re here to tell you that Actor's been here for quite a longer time than you might expect.

For those who have been paying attention to Markiplier for the past couple months, you may have noticed some strange, yet fleeting events.

The stick figure monstrosity known as Lunky invading Mark’s channel for one day. The strange revelation that Markiplier isn’t real, yet 6 days later denied by the very man who confirmed it. The erratic behavior of the editor known as Lixian.

Such strange goings on, isn’t it? But I have reason to believe that these incidents are part of a greater step in the lore of Markiplier. That these very events are tied to each other, and something much bigger than the sum of their parts. Many people have had their thoughts on what this all means. It’s time we threw our hat full of overthinking and crazed observation into the ring. Hopefully, this theory will help uncover a bigger story. A story of control, reality… and CHROMATIC ABERRATION.

First of all, let’s answer the question: is Markiplier real? Answer: No, he’s not. Even with the “Markiplier isn’t Real” videos not being canon, it doesn’t mean that Markiplier is “real” after all. Because he is, and always has been in terms of CANON, Actor. (Now this doesn’t mean that every video Mark has done has been in character, just the ones that have correlation with the Lunky arc, Lunxian affair, and the Mark isn’t real stuff, as this relates to bigger story beats that are happening.) Think about it. After the events of WKM, Actor (who already was a Youtuber as seen as one of the points on the Detective’s theory board reads “What is a Let’s Play?” implying to Mark’s original ticket to Youtube) used Damien’s body as a replacement for his own and going on with his life, rising to even more Youtube fame. This makes him not who he seems, and definitely not real as the person his fans and editors in canon thought him to be. But what does this have to do with Lixian? With Lunky? What about those confessions? Well, for that, we have to start at the beginning.

Lixian and the Lunxian Affair

Though the MarkiplierIsntReal videos aren’t meant to be canon, as told to the member mixers by Mark himself, we have seen behavior from Lixian that is still similar to the entire week-long event - that Lixian has found something out about Mark. We can gauge this through not only the behavior of Mark, but of Lixian as well. Most notably, in 3 Scary Games #46, we see the description of the video of what reads like Mark’s pleas to us, calling Lixian “a monster” and that “the old methods aren't working anymore.” Actor is trying to control Lixian, and even sow the seeds of fear into his audience. Lixian, in that same video, pulls a knife on Mark and, in general, acts more antagonistic towards him. From 3 Scary Games #46, we can gather that Actor isn't happy about any information Lixian may have leaked or let loose at this point.

There are 2 big points that support this:

1. Lixian's animation sprite during the episode mainly shows up as a shadow, otherwise known as "Shadow Lixian". Lixian's animation sprite typically assumes this shadow form as a visual way to let the viewers know that he's sneaking around and doing something that Actor wouldn't approve of.

2. Actor develops the idea of a "controlled Lixian" (which is later to become known as "Lunxian") to where Actor can use his arcane powers to have Lixian do/say whatever he wishes.

But of course Actor can only come up with the idea of a perfect editor at the time, and has no real way to actually manipulate Lixian at this point. It's not until Lixian leaves for vacation that Actor puts a plan into motion.

In an attempt to try and get rid of Lixian, Actor created Lunky to try and make a replacement Lixian. This obviously didn't work, as Lunky is barely like Lixian and was seen for a time by Actor as a poor carbon copy. And as we can see in the Minecraft video where Lunky is introduced, Mark dislikes Lunky immensely, pushing him off to the side and not wanting to even edit him in. Mark doesn’t even say that he made Lunky - he just says that he’s here so that he’s not talking to himself.

Despite this separation, though, there are clues right off the bat here that Lunky and Mark are connected. Where, may you ask? Well, in the outro of this very video (Lixian Is gone, Lunky Is Here), there were some awfully interesting shrieking sounds. Almost sounded….backwards. And wouldn’t you know it, after we reversed the audio, we could hear a voice. And with a few more tweaks to the speed and to isolate all of the echoing sounds that were added to the audio (which is actually a tad important), we made out “Thanks for watching - don’t forget to like” before it dribbles off. (Hear audio here: https://canceltheact.tumblr.com/post/645011603474038784/backwards-lunky-audio-for-reference-in-todays Also, if there are any audio expert theorists out there who are more skilled than us that can get a better result, write us and tell us what you find!) However...this echoing that comes off the audio seems familiar. What other type of person has a voice that echoes? Oh right! ACTOR when using arcane powers!

This CONFIRMS, through the echos and that would be what Mark would say, that Lunky was created by Actor through the arcane power stuff and Lunky, at the moment, though trying to be a poor carbon copy of Lixian, is at most being a channel for Actor's things he would typically do on the channel, as that encapsulates the story dimension and his power as a whole. And not only does the presence of this backwards audio reveal more about this seemingly joke character, it also reveals that this is something that Mark has put time into and planned for this to be something bigger than a one-off.

But then Actor realized that he could use Lunky to do the next best thing - be an extension of his own power and subdue Lixian enough so that he would be kept quiet. So Actor bided his time with Lunky and ‘allowed’ Lixian to trap Lunky in a cage.

This backfires on Actor though, as Lunky manages to harness some of that Actor power and attempts to complete his original intent...to destroy Lixian. Lunky goes on a rampage, overtaking both Lixian’s channel and Markiplier’s channel until Lixian kills him - Or so it seems.

Actor realizes what has happened and decides to do a combination of his two previous plans: have Lunky possess Lixian, making Lunxian (a name we have come up with for this phenomena), in order to keep Lixian completely under control. We see this through two things:

1. Lunky's rainbow glitch, or chromatic aberration, around him is transferred to Lixian AFTER Lunky gets killed - and we see Lixian acting VERY differently towards the editors, saying that he’s watching them, being present in several videos outside of 3 Scary Games and being generally creepier than usual when judging from the scope in general.

2. Lixian screams "I'm the Editor" after ‘defeating’ Lunky. Interesting, isn't it? Lixian has said a few times before that he doesn’t like being called editor. But Lunky, in control of Lixian now, has a different want. Lunky was meant to be the editor for Actor, hence why Lunky would want to be called editor.

#CancelTheAct Reasoning

But now, to let you know exactly WHY we're pushing "CancelTheAct". So, Actor has used the story dimension in order to keep those he has trapped in the manor in playing out his stories, such as Dark as the villain and Abe as the detective archetypes, right? I realized: the story dimension IS the channel. And what does the channel drive on? Fans. So, Actor derives his power from being able to be the hero, the lead of the stories, and his channel in canon gauges his influence and power right? Well... Lixian is trying to EXPOSE ACTOR from what he’s found and we see that as not just exposing... but “cancel” him in the eyes of the people who GIVE HIM POWER... his fans in canon. Thereby making Actor powerless. The fans in canon will see him as a fraud, not support him, and take away his strength of his ego. Jabbing a slight bit at the now-popular cancel culture, we are siding with that fight with a clever little hashtag that can be made alongside #MarkiplierIsntReal. Though MIR was never actually a canon intention by Mark, it’s still a hashtag that people are familiar with - and as it relates to the fact that Actor has been putting on a facade, we can use it in order to rally our cause.

Rainbow Chromatic Aberration Breakdown

Why would this rainbow aberration be cause for identification of something being off? Of Actor?

Well... back in the WMW breakdown video, Mark talks about this one point in the mini movie where there’s this aberration, when Wilford and Abe go from the detective’s office to back at the dance club. Paraphrasing here, he says that this is not Darkiplier and that he just wanted to replicate the effect of a VCR rewinding to establish to take things “from the top” with Wilf and Abe’s meeting. Remember the VCR thing though, that’ll be important later. (Time stamp: 2:07:50 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rsi_L1b1RwE&lc=Ugwo26EalTI5QP15ooF4AaABAg) This thereby establishing Warfstache’s use of gelling and framing this weird reality by manipulating time and space. We see this AGAIN in AHWM, as when the box is used in the Bob/Wade endings and we go through time, we see the SAME COLORS OF ABERRATION. Warfstache does the same VCR type thing in the interview as well. Ok, so we’ve established that the rainbow aberration implies when one (besides Dark) manipulates their time and space.

Now, these colors look familiar... where have I seen them before OH RIGHT. LUNKY. Lunky has appeared with this aberration through that video with his song (you know the one) and in the 3 scary games videos. Since we’ve seen that Lunky is connected as an extension of and creation from Actor’s power, it makes sense that Lunky would have a similar chromatic aberration. We see this fabrication from time and space (Lunky) use this manipulation power, and then, as Lixian is possessed and subdued by Lunky to become Lunxian, this aberration is also adopted. (for image examples, see Lunxian picture in the first part of this theory)

However, we have seen some slight resistance throughout these Lunxian appearances, showing signs of Lixian trying to break free, as we see in the Forest video “Escaping the Sinkhole” where he says “You think you can replace me?” But instead of the typical rainbow aberration, the colors are inverted to a purple and bluish green.

An aberration we’ve seen a couple times before: in the “DEAD” post that Lixian posted on his Twitter when he was thought to be killed, and in the flashback sequences in Lixian’s Confession which, while doesn’t give us any information for the story, still gives us context for what colors show Lixian in control.

However, despite the control of Lunky over Lixian, the past few weeks has shown the emergence of Actor, despite how he tries to keep it under wraps.

Events Post First Lunxian Emergence - Post MarkiplierIsntReal

In the past few weeks, we have seen through the types of video uploads that Mark has put out, along with Lixian’s behavior, that despite Actor’s attempts to keep his identity under wraps, there have been increasing signs in the in-canon Actor channel and Mark’s real life channel stuff that tips us off otherwise.

First off, in the first week after Markiplier Isn’t Real, there were only compilations and old footage from streams, which wasn’t exactly too important, except for a few hints through the editing that Lixian gave us - first, the fact that a lot of the text and effects were surrounded in that Lunky/Actor rainbow aberration - implying that Lixian isn’t really acting of his own free will...not controlled, per say, but not allowed to talk about the secrets of Actor.

In this same compilation, we even get a hint that something is amiss from Lixian - in a moment from the end of 3 Scary Games #38 where Mark is wholesomely preeshing Lixian, suddenly, the moment glitches in a similar fashion to how it was done at the end of Lixian’s Confession - then cuts to the scene where Lixian “kills” Lunky. This type of unusual transition into such an event lets the audience know that this event is important and something to pay attention to.

Secondly, in the 3 scary games compilation, we have an interesting change in edit that Lixian made - instead of the normal jumpscare from 3 scary games #57 with Mark with no eyes, Lunky is plastered over Mark’s face, implying Actor and Lunky’s connection.

The interesting thing that has popped up from these videos isn’t just the type of game that has been done, but, specifically, the behavior of Lixian. And it mainly started with the editor collabs that Lixian has been doing with Marcus (aka Nerd Fiction) and Rachel, the two new editors for Markiplier’s channel- not only a tool to help them learn the ropes to the type of editing Lixian does, but also leaving room for an interesting plot device.

In the first simulator collab episode, “Cooking Simulator”, Lixian seemed to be able to be in control by Actor, doing his VCR chromatically aberrated bidding, but being a bit more acting of his own free will, being a bit more resentful of the job instead of compliant.

However, in the second simulator collab video, “Car Accident Simulator”, Lixian seems a LOT LESS compliant and even rebellious. Yet Mark seems to be ok with joshing Lixian’s chain around, even mockingly calling him editor. Even more interesting…the fact that Lixian says “I’ve got all your dirt!”, implying his knowledge and slight ability to share the truth.

So, why is this? Well we think that Mark still thinks Lixian can’t escape, but Lixian is simply biding his time to get free from Lunky and Actor’s grasp... still playing along with Actor’s game, but planning to get stronger and plan an attack.

Unfortunately, this state of the upper hand does not last long. In the Forest 3 Peens stream before this, we get another Lunky appearance, with Mark seeing. Combined with the rebellious behavior he sees Lixian have and Lunky now being separate from Lixian, Actor sees that Lixian is not under control again, and realizes he has to take further action.

Breaking the Facade

This leads us to the latest 3 Scary Games: #64 and #65. In these two, some of the last regular appearances of Lixian, we see jumpscares like usual, but these monsters are...different. The spider monster in #64 is much more detailed than any monster we’ve seen before, and in #65, the fake Mark stand-in speaks in a newer type of audio voice effect. And in both of these video outros, Lixian is shown defeating them both with an axe, fighting them off. (not showing images due to arachnophobia that spider is dang scary) This tips us off that these monsters are different than just the typical jumpscares we see in 3 Scary Games - Lixian is deliberately against these monsters. And in BOTH VIDEOS, Lixian is in the same position, asking where Mark is.

This is why we haven’t seen Lixian in videos since this - because he is trapped in an area either by Lunky or Actor, fighting off these monsters and unable to escape while Actor keeps up his facade.

However, despite this, through real life and in canon, Actor’s facade has been breaking to us little by little.

The Reddit banner changing from a Heist promo to a picture of Date Mark a week after MIR.

In the “Teardown” video, Mark is shown with some interesting edits when he goes to shoot a tree - seems normal, but with that font being Lunky’s font and his background being red, this definitely seems like Actor - even the things he says,” You wronged me and it’s only right for me to come to pay back what is due” - seems like he’s projecting anger from the people in his past onto this tree.

Then, even the day after the infamous Cloak promo, we see even MORE allusion through referencing Actor scenarios THREE TIMES in the “Stormwatch” video: once referring to WKM, once referring to the END music and filter from WKM, and a reference to the Warfstache Markiplier interview, which points to Actor from THIS CONVERSATION: “You heard it here first ladies and gentlemen Markiplier has admitted to NEVER KILLING ANYBODY.” “Well I never said that”.

Looking back at the cloak promo for the self love story line, Mark himself has said that the promo featuring him wearing Actor’s robe was a last-minute choice by him, as he was largely involved with the release of this line. Even so, there are certain details that simply can't be ignored. Enter: At Dead of Night Part 1. During the video, Mark just decides that he has to leave the room, glitches out of the room, and after an uncomfortable amount of silence, he jumpscares us after some spooky red light engulfs the room. In this period of time, there are TWO things that separate it from the normal type of jumpscare that would be found when Mark plays a scary game (despite it NOT being 3 scary games video)

1. We see a quick flash of what appears to be Shadow Lix...until we look at the eyes.

This aberration definitely shows signs of Lunky - looking like Lunxian has returned.

2. Mark returns...with the same Cloak shirt that Actor was wearing in the promo over his robe. Probably just promoting the brand, right? Well this video was five days after the promo was released, quite an arbitrary number for just doing an empty reference to the promo, especially since the day of its premiere, February 16, was around the day the Self Love Story line was dying down and not needed to be promoted. And all the while Mark plays, the Actor robe is on the dresser in the background - the first time we've seen it since the promo in the first place.

Even considering the fact that the promo was a last minute choice, WHY would Mark bring it back up again? WHY would he nudge us with the hints to connect the promo to something bigger - unless he WAS planning something a bit bigger.

Other strange occurrences have been happening in bits and pieces throughout other videos. A Lunxian appearance in the Barn Finders episode.

And curiously enough, a jumpscare in a Forest video from a previously used 3 Scary Games video - #62, to be exact, and the only one who has eyes that are similar to Lunky’s.

Combine that with the fact that despite Lixian editing a lot of this video, he doesn’t show up at ALL to being called editor - this is showing that Lixian isn’t in charge of editing the videos - Lunky is in control. And the monsters coming out of the closet is a clear sign of another one of Lunky’s monsters that might have bled through the area between where Lixian is trapped and where Mark is - the 3 Scary Games dimension, if you will.

The Next Plot Step

The next 3 Scary Games videos since this time have clearly been very, very telling of this banishment and kidnapping of Lixian. Let’s go over some of the most important details, namely from #66, #67, and #69.

In #66, we see the latest monster in the line of the three we’ve seen before, such as the spider and the fake Mark; the squid monster fake Mark. This monster says the same things as the last monster: “Your end is near. Your end is here”, with the same font we’ve come to know of Lunky and Lunxian. (first pic #65, second #66)

But this time…Lixian’s axe doesn’t work. Why? Well, as we can see, there’s some kind of…force field.

Of…dark red. HMM…. looks awfully familiar. Even though we’ve never seen it before. Like RED, ARCANE ENERGY. There’s no doubt about it. Lunky, and by proxy Actor, are making the monsters stronger. So Lixian can’t escape.

And as we see in #67...this has seemed to work. As towards the end of that episode…

Lixian is…not doing good. At all. As we see him in an area, a rock or something, coated in red. Lixian is in trouble. It seems the monsters have finally banished him to a place where he cannot fight back, where he cannot tell the truth he knows. The red lighting looks similar to the prison in where Lunky was kept, possibly entrapping him in a prison of his own making.

Interestingly enough, before this, we see Mark’s “monster” thing: his eyes, moving aLLLL around. And the aberration on him is a tad rainbow-y. Could this be an allusion to Lunky, whose power is all about his eyes?

But...the most INTERESTING video was of course, #69...where quite a few things were confirmed. Let’s tackle them in this breakdown linked here, shall we? https://canceltheact.tumblr.com/post/649094311147978752/3-scary-games-69-the-eldritch-resurgence

We should have you caught up with all of our important findings for now. As you can see, Actor has been playing his games for quite some time. But he’s gotten bold - far too bold, to reveal himself to us like this. And this is where you, dear reader, come into play. It’s not too late to end this game Actor has us in. We, the viewers, give these alternative egos power, and if we refuse to play Actor’s games any further and cancel his acts, we can begin to weaken and perhaps even eliminate Actor’s grip on the channel. We believe that the time is now. Spread this post if you support it - reblog it, hashtag it on Twitter or Tumblr, use the hashtags #CancelTheAct and #MarkiplierIsntReal. This may be our only avenue to have our voices heard, and to truly unearth what the Actor has been threading together all along.

Chromatic Aberration Appendix (Yay!)

Hey there folks! I’ve decided to do a companion writing on my theory, that explains exactly WHAT chromatic aberration is and why it’s important to the current Mark lore.

Chromatic aberration is the glitchy effect of various colors surrounding words, objects, or people. There are quite a few different types of this aberration, and as they are an important part of this theory, this section is to denote the different types of aberration and what they mean.

“Rainbow” Aberration - This aberration has been used multiple times as a representation for the manipulation of time and reality in order to control someone - we see this used in AHWM as we surge through time using the artifact, and as Warfstache brings us to our proper interview location in time/space. This effect has also been associated with the effects or rewinding of a VCR, as Mark says in his WMW breakdown video when discussing said effect when Warfstache takes Abe back to the disco club to “have a little fun”. And as we have seen in this part of the lore, Actor has used this type of power as well in order to control people’s reality. This aberration, therefore, denotes for those OUTSIDE Actor’s planned story - which is why Warfstache has it (since he has no role), why Lunky has it (because he was created as something to exist outside the story dimension and to fill a role that wasn’t a set role in Actor’s story in the first place) and was used initially, yet unsuccessfully by Actor to control Lixian (because he was working outside his story onto someone who didn’t necessarily have a role)

Heavy Presence of Red Aberration - this aberration, though more of an aura than anything else, indicates the control and presence of Actor, as seen in “Damien” - though this isn’t used too often, it is often used with Lunky’s rise of power, such as in “He escaped...” and at the end of various 3SGs.

Lixian’s Aberration - this combination of dark purple, teal, and greenish blue aberration is present in Lixian’s confession and is a marker of when Lixian is in control - as seen in Lixian’s confession and the “DEAD” picture post on his Twitter.

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