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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 18/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~
@snsp6 ha chiesto: Don’t know if this was answered but what was the inspiration for bio parents au??
no inspiration. just my stupid brain not being able to like something without taking my whole life.
@roseltelle ha chiesto: Are you ok with AUs I was thinking about writing a fanfic. Basically with a younger Mk. Events of the show haven't happened yet, Wukong and Macaque aren't on ok terms yet (Slow Burn) unlike the show.
I don't think I understood. You're asking if you can do an AU of my AU?
@mistress-of-nightmares ha chiesto:YOU MENTIONED YOU HAD MK'S FINAL OUTFIT READY SINCE LIKE SUMMER, IS IT GOING TO BE THIS PRINCE-RELATED THEMED??? (sorry for all caps it just came to me and I screamed)
that's not the only one I already had in mind.
@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hey kyri I have a question maybe that was already ask and you answer it, so sorry if you did but does macaque, wukong and mk purr in your au ? When they are really relaxed and with someone they trust, like mk when he fall asleep in redson arm in the last chapter. That’s all And thanks you for making such a good au, that’s something I really appreciate (my life his based on😅)
No I don't think they purr.
@mysticanchorcheesecake ha chiesto: I just wanted to say.. I LOVEEE UR ART AKCIFdkfkdKckd!!! *Calms down mentaly* i a HUGE fan of ur parenting au.. thats it luv u ^^
Thank youu!!!!
@kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀
no
@deafeningcolortastemaker ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45!!!I have a little question for you and for Spicynoodleshipping.....WILL THERE BE MORE MK AND RED SON KISSED???I'm very worried. I really love spicynoodleshipping, and I would like you to release some pictures of spicynoodleshipping more often.😆 Well, good night to me, since it's 11 pm in Russia.Well, good! It's time for me to sleep, until the next Kyri45 meeting!!!
yes
@angelsbunnies ha chiesto: Was MK freaking out when he got sucked back cause he couldn’t finish adding more details to his little doodle?
poor baby yes he was.
@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!
awww tysm!!!
@ddle-lrd ha chiesto: GELLO (help gello lol) IM A HUGE FAN OF YOUR SHADOWPEACH BIO PARENTS AU AND CURRENTLY TAKE YOUR ART COURSE! I really wanted to know if the series will (unfortunately and reasonably) come to an end? Will S9 be the last or second last? (Like before the last season) Again, big fan and big supporter of your art even though i can’t support you financially besides the art course -L0S :))))
Awww tysm for all the support!
Also yes the Part 9 is the last part of the main story.
@peachy-pies-random-stuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Me and my partner have been reading the Shadowpeach bio parents AU together and we're both addicted to it! Also the thing you said about writing uncharted territories..... Should we all be worried??? 🤨🤨🤨
I mean.... yes and no?
@land-of-frogs-and-dragons ha chiesto: Your monkie kid au is gonna get me to watch Lego monkie kid ngl,,,, saw your au on TikTok and went "oh I can't NOT watch this" and haven't regretted it since. 10/10 I love your art style and you draw mk's hair so fluffie I love everything about your art style and your au
thank you! heheh he has fluffy hair.
@pensoul2 ha chiesto: I was looking back at the LMK Bio AU and Redson's hair. His hair got me wondering if he ever tried cutting it. Would the scissors or the object cut his hair melt?
omg I want to believe that yes, if his hair is too hot it would melt the scissor. But I also like to think that they aren't really made of hair. It's they fluctuate between solid and plasma.
@shaya21 ha chiesto: Hiiiiiii I wanted to ask, you drew redson in bloom outfit from Winx. Do you think you can do macaque in musa outfit ? Oh and thanks for your amazing shadowpeach bio parents au it's amazing
@mysticewya already did the whole wix club team as LMK character, you should check them out.
@onyxxess ha chiesto:hiii!! ive been a fan of your artwork for a whole, esp the shadowpeach bio parent au. theres one thing i havent been clarified withCan we make edits of your art and post it on other socials like tik tok or insta?? (with creds)i would really love editing your artwork!
Yes you can. with credit. I'm both "kyri45" on IG and TT
@misagiiza ha chiesto: Hi Kyri45! My name is Izadora and I'm a huge fan of yours. I'm Brazilian and would love to translate your comic so other people could have the opportunity to know your talent!
Thanks, Iza.
Hello Izadora, there's already user "wukong_lmk" on TikTok that's doing the brazillian translation
@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Will we see a dance party in the celestial realm lol 😆🩷🩷😊
yup
hellopollon ha chiesto: Wait, so Macaque's scroll is close to theirs too or...?
Yup!
@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Have you ever thought about doing different lmk AU’s after the current AU youre working on? (Like for example, infection AU, swap Au, etc.)
mm nope. I prefer to keep building on what I've already created
@whatdaflippityfloppity ha chiesto: I absolutely adore your comics and the way you draw Nezha! (He's my favourite character and needs more screen time and ✨angst✨ T-T) Quick question; Is Nezha ever going to rebel against his father? 🥺 Maybe to like, stop his father from using the pagoda or something?
he did it in the past multiple times he will most likely do it again
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𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑
two / three / four / masterlist / wattpad
summary: the usual story of a girl falling for a girl who eventually becomes her brother's girlfriend. What could go wrong?
warning/s: none.
author's note: here’s another jackie one i wrote a while ago as i’m trying to post some stuff i’ve already written whilst working on a bunch of other stuff lol, this one was super fun to write so i hope you enjoy it!
also i googled what grades and ages are in america but it well confused me so sorry if it's wrong lol
y/b/n = your band’s name and y/bf/n = your best friend's name
5 years old.
"You're gonna love it, Y/N, I just know it," my brother, Jeff, was encouraging me as he walked by my side, holding my hand.
I smiled nervously, looking up at him and immediately being put at ease. It was my first day of kindergarten and I'd been super nervous the last few weeks, wondering what it would be like. Jeff was a year older than me, so it was his first day of first grade but he never seemed scared about these things. I wanted to be just like that.
"Okay, my darlings, this is where I leave you," our mum said, stopping by the front gates. She kneeled down to hug us both, adding, "I love you so much. Have the best first day. Okay? And Y/N, if you're worried, your brother is here for you, alright?"
I nodded, squeezing her tightly, before letting go. Jeff gave me a smile before leading me through the gates.
"You're gonna go that way, over there," he told me, pointing to the line forming by the front of the school. "Just look out for me over here, okay?"
"Thanks, Jeff," I said, hugging his side briefly before making my way to the queue that was forming. Other kids like me, nervously awaiting their first day.
After the teacher greeted me and led me to the queue, I waited patiently for the rest of the class to settle down and glanced over to the other queue across the playground, where Jeff was. He was surrounded by his friends, all grinning as they reunited, and I recognised a few of them from play dates at home. My eyes scanned the line he was in, glancing between the other students. And that's when I saw her.
At the time, I didn't know her name. I soon discovered it was Jackie Taylor. But I didn't care at that moment because all I was focused on was how pretty she looked, laughing with some other girls. Her blonde hair was pulled back into two ponytails, her bright eyes shimmering with excitement, even all the way across the playground. I didn't know what liking somebody was that young, I just knew that the butterflies in my stomach and my inability to look anywhere but at her wasn't normal.
I suppose that was where my crush on Jackie Taylor began.
—
14 years old.
"Y/N, I need your advice."
I looked up from the book I was reading to see Jeff hanging by the doorway of my room. He was unusually sheepish, making me lower my book and raise an eyebrow.
"What's up?" I asked, making space for him on my bed.
He let himself in my room, jumping on top of the bed and crossing his legs. "So... you're a girl, right?"
I tried not to laugh. "Last time I checked."
He was nervous. "Sorry, I know, I just meant– you know how girls think. And I... I think I like a girl. At school. And I wanted your opinion."
Intrigued, I said, "Which girl? What's she like?"
"I think you might know her," he said. "Or at least have seen her around. Y'know Jackie Taylor in my grade? Blonde hair, about your height, really hot?"
At the mention of Jackie, a girl I'd been crushing on since I first set eyes on her, my smile faded slightly. I'd seen her around a lot at school, since she was only in the grade above, and though I'd never spoken to her, it was easy for me to get stuck in admiration from afar. Of course I knew I had zero chances with her, but now knowing Jeff liked her too was like the world's way of confirming that my fantasy of being with Jackie Taylor was just that, a fantasy.
"Oh, yeah, Jackie Taylor," I said after a moment, hiding my surprise. "She's pretty."
"She is," he agreed with a smile that was reminiscent of my own whenever I saw her. "I think she might be interested in me too. Randy said her friend Shauna was asking about me."
"Well, that's gotta be a good sign," I said with a slight smile, trying to ignore the pit of despair and focus on being happy for my brother. "What's the problem then?"
He sighed. "Well, I wasn't sure whether I should ask her out or play the long game a little. What d'you think?"
I scratched my head to buy some time as I thought. "Erm... well, from a girl's perspective, I wouldn't want someone to mess around for too long if they liked me. And Jackie seems like quite the catch. If you don't make your move, somebody else might."
He nodded, actually paying attention to me surprisingly. "You're right, you're right... I should ask her out before someone else does."
"Exactly," I agreed.
He thought about it for a moment before beginning to smile. "You're so right, Y/N. Thank you!"
Before I could react, he hugged me quickly, and that was when I knew that no matter what feelings I thought I had for Jackie Taylor, it didn't matter anymore. She was off limits.
Of course, when I wished it would just end there, it didn't. Turns out Jeff was terrible at making the first move, or at least finding the opportunity to. So much that when he begged me to try out for the soccer team a few days later, claiming he needed a reason to talk to her, I had no choice but to oblige. I loved my brother and I knew he'd do the same for me, so I pushed my own feelings aside and did what I could to help. No matter how humiliating it would be.
Soccer was not my forte. Music was my thing. I played the guitar and piano, putting my time into that as an extracurricular, not sports. So, when I showed up for soccer tryouts after school, Jeff by my side for 'support', I was a nervous wreck.
"Jeff Sadecki," Jackie said when we approached her, a flirty smile on her lips. And then her eyes fell to me. "And you must be Y/N, his sister. Nice to meet you."
I smiled awkwardly, realising just how badly I was crushing when I heard her speak. She knew who I was?
"Take it easy on my sister, yeah?" Jeff said playfully, wrapping an arm around me, to which I shoved him off instantly.
"Oh, I'm sure she can handle whatever I throw her way," she retorted, before glancing at me kindly. "Right, Y/N?"
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," I mumbled, already dreading tryouts.
She must have thought I was kidding as she laughed. "You head over there to stretch. I'll be right over."
I obeyed, relieved to be away from the flirty glances her and my brother were exchanging that were making me nauseous.
After stretching and hoping I wouldn't do something extremely embarrassing, I glanced over at Jackie and Jeff, seeing her twirling her hair as she spoke to him. He was ecstatic, and I wanted to die. Finally, he went to sit in the bleachers to watch, and Jackie joined us soon enough.
"Okay, ladies, soccer tryouts start now!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, clapping her hands together. "Hope you're all ready to show the Yellowjackets your worth!"
I groaned inwardly at her enthusiasm.
Tryouts was the worst thing I'd ever endured. Between drills, shooting and scrimmage, I was breathless after an hour. How the hell did people play soccer for fun? It was exhausting! The only thing that made this a little worth the hassle was having a front row view of Jackie, who was admittedly drool-worthy in her soccer uniform. Even when she was yelling orders, I still found myself distracted and unable to focus on an already boring sport.
It was especially embarrassing when I was attempting to practice taking goals and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to land a shot. Some of the other girls who were trying out were laughing at me, I could hear them, and even some of the Yellowjackets team were mumbling between each other, no doubt about how terrible I was. Everything we'd done until now, I'd failed. But this was just the cherry on top.
Whether it was because I was Jeff's little sister, or because she genuinely pitied me – possibly both – Jackie tried to help out.
"Kick with the side of your foot," she said, as I lined up another shot. "Don't overthink it. Just aim and kick!"
Wanting this to just be over already, I tried to do as she said and took the shot. Naturally, the ball went completely past the net, and the goalkeeper, Van, didn't have to move a muscle as she watched it roll away. Face flaming with embarrassment, I shook my head.
"It's okay, maybe shooting isn't your strength!" Jackie tried to reassure.
We both knew none of this was my strength, but I said nothing as I rejoined the line and let the next girl go.
If that wasn't awful enough, the last part of tryouts approached and I soon found myself playing in a scrimmage as a midfielder, trying my best to keep up with the game and not make a further fool of myself. Luck didn't seem to be with me, as when someone shouted my name and I prepared myself to catch the ball at my feet, I didn't step back quickly enough and it hit me right in the face, sending a burst of pain up my nose and me on my arse.
Horrified as people began to rush up to me to check if I was okay, I tried to assure them I was fine, but it was looking more and more unbelievable as blood ran from my nose.
"Guys, give her some space!" Jackie said, before making her way through the crowd to check on me. Worriedly, she grabbed my face and inspected my nose. "Fuck... C'mon. I should get you to the nurse's office."
"Oh my god, Y/N...," Jeff appeared, slowing down when he saw the state of me. He clearly found it amusing as he stifled a smile. "Are you okay?"
I glared at him as Jackie helped me stand up.
Both her and Jeff led me to the nurse's office, though their attention was more on each other than it was on me. I tried not to sulk about it as I went to get seen to and watched them flirt outside the door, clearly getting what they wanted. I'd made a fool of myself in front of Jackie for sure, but it didn't matter because Jeff seemed happy enough, and I guess that was all that mattered.
After that awful day, it was safe to say I didn't make the team, not that that was the aim. But Jeff did finally ask Jackie out, and after a few more dates, they became official. Their relationship was sweet, and Jackie was exceptionally polite to me, but that was because she saw me as her boyfriend's little sister and nothing more.
I knew it was for the best and hoped it would help me get over my crush on her, but it really didn't.
Shortly after they started dating, it was clear that I had my responsibilities as the boyfriend's little sister. Jackie approached me one day at school, where I was chatting with some of my friends by my locker. Because of how smart and pretty and kind Jackie was, she was pretty well known in my grade also, and it was always seen as cool to know someone in the grade above. So, when she found me, my friends immediately fell silent, amazed at the fact I was talking to a tenth grader.
"Hey Jackie, what's up?" I asked, wondering what she needed.
She flashed a picture perfect smile to my friends, who were either drooling over her or stunned into silence, then looked back to me. "I wanted to ask if you were coming to the game later?"
"Game?" I asked with confusion.
"My soccer match," she clarified.
"Oh, er...," I started, but wasn't really sure what to say because I didn't know I needed to, or that she'd want me there. "I think Jeff is?"
"I know that, silly," she laughed, making my heart skip a beat annoyingly enough, "but I wanted you to come too! Thought it could be fun and I could use the support."
Feeling like I had no choice, I nodded. "Yeah, sure, I'll come."
She grinned. "Awesome!" Then she glanced at my friends saying, "You guys should come too. The more, the merrier."
They nodded awkwardly, and she smiled at me once more before leaving. And that was how I got roped into attending the Yellowjackets' soccer games, as someone who had zero interest in soccer.
—
Maybe it was because she was dating my brother that she felt she needed to spend time with me, I wasn't sure. But for whatever reason, Jackie tried her best to chat with me whenever she was around, or hang out with me a little.
The first time she tried was after school, when she was hanging out with Jeff at our house. I was in my room doing some homework when there was a knock at my door, and after letting whoever it was in, Jackie appeared.
"Oh," I said, surprised. "Hey, Jackie."
"Hey," she said with a smile, before letting herself in and looking around. "Cool room."
I glanced around, as if to see what she was seeing. It was nothing special, just some posters blu-tacked on the walls, mismatched bedsheets on my bed and a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Still, I smiled a little, acknowledging her comment.
"So, what're you doing?" she asked, sitting at the edge of my bed, before her eyes fell to the keyboard and guitar on the side. "Oh, that's cool! You play?"
I watched as she got up to take a closer look, though clearly not familiar with the instruments as she was reluctant to touch anything. "Yeah, I took lessons as a kid and it kinda became my favourite thing."
"Leave it to Jeff to not tell me how cool his little sister is," she mumbled with amusement, and it stung just a little, the reminder of how she saw me. Glancing at me hopefully, she asked, "Can you play something for me?"
"I actually have homework to do," I said apologetically, but also glad for the out, because she didn't need to know that most of the stuff I'd composed was inspired by her.
"Oh, right, yeah, duh," she said with a laugh, before approaching my desk and hovering above me, making me forgot how to breathe. "What you working on? English?"
All I could do was nod.
"Need a hand?" she asked helpfully. "I already did this and I'm pretty good if I do say so myself."
"Oh, I think I've got it–" I tried to stop her, but she was already grabbing the seat to my keyboard and pulling it next to me.
"I don't mind, honest," she said sweetly, before grabbing my book and taking a look.
With no choice but to accept her help, I let her. And that was when I realised she was just trying to be nice to me, and I kind of had to accept.
She'd do that occasionally, or greet me in school when she didn't need to, and I thought that getting to know her like this might help eradicate my crush on her, since it was based on a fantasy of what I thought I knew about her. Unfortunately, it only made me like her more because I got to know her as more than the fantasy in my head, and it turned out that the real Jackie Taylor was still worth crushing on.
—
It was about a month into hers and Jeff's relationship when they broke up. I wasn't sure how or why, just that one day Jeff came back from a date looking annoyed and told me in a firm statement that he and Jackie were over. I wasn't sure what to think, nor how it really affected me other than I'd lost out on a somewhat decent relationship with Jackie. It was even more awkward when I realised Jackie had promised to tutor me for an upcoming English test and I wasn't sure if she'd even talk to me, or if I was supposed to talk to her.
The following Monday after their break up, I saw Jackie around at school but didn't know whether I could speak to her or not. But then she came to me at my locker, as if nothing was wrong.
"Hey, you still free after school for that tutoring?" she asked with her usual friendly smile.
"I... yes?" I answered, though it was more of a question because of how confused I was.
"Okay," she laughed, "why do you seem so puzzled?" When I didn't answer, she continued, "Oh, did you think I was gonna bail because Jeff and I broke up?"
I pursed my lips uncomfortably. "Yes?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not. What happened between Jeff and I is separate to us, Y/N. I mean, he's definitely a jerk, but that doesn't make you one."
I smiled awkwardly, unsure what exactly he'd done to be deemed a 'jerk' but also not caring enough to ask.
"Meet you in the library after school?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Surprised but also appreciative that she was still willing to tutor me, I nodded in agreement. "Sounds good, Jackie. Thanks."
She flashed me a smile before leaving.
Tutoring happened as planned and I aced my test the day after. But then the day after that, Jackie and Jeff were suddenly back together like nothing had happened, and once she told me it was a mistake upon seeing my confusion, I soon realised they had one of those relationships. They'd break up over stupid stuff but ultimately get back together, and as exhausting as it was to witness, I knew it wasn't my business.
—
15 years old.
I sat and ate my dinner as my parents chatted Jackie's ear off about soccer and her studies. She was over for the evening as Jeff's date, courtesy of my parents, a somewhat regular occurrence lately. And I didn't mind, but it was getting a little tiring listening to the same thing all the time. Though, I regretted thinking that as soon as the conversation turned to me.
"...yes, she's started a band with her friends," my mum was telling Jackie. "They're playing the school dance next week."
Jackie immediately looked to me with amazement. "Wait, you're Y/B/N? You and your friends?"
I grew embarrassed as everyone looked at me. It was true that some of my friends and I had started a band, mainly because we were bored and needed an outlet from school, but also because it was something fun to do on the side. It wasn't a secret, but it was the last thing I wanted to discuss at dinner.
"Yeah, it's just something new," I said dismissively.
"Don't sell yourself short, Y/N, you guys are great," Jeff said encouragingly, and I smiled gratefully at him. As far as older brothers went, he was pretty good.
"I cannot wait to see you perform," Jackie said with an excited smile. "It's gonna be so cool."
"Let's hope so," I said lightheartedly.
"She's a little nervous, since it's their first live performance," my mum decided to embarrass me further, making me avoid everyone's eyes. "It'll be lovely to have support already in the crowd."
"Oh, of course!" Jackie continued brightly. "The team and I are gonna be there for you, Y/N. And if you want, I can help you get ready for the dance beforehand, I don't mind."
"Oh, no, you don't need to–"
"That's very generous of you, Jackie!" my mum exclaimed, cutting me off. "Thank you!"
Jackie grinned, eyes flickering to mine as I wished to be swallowed up by the ground there and then. Jackie Taylor helping me get ready for a school dance? No, thanks.
But due to my mum's insistence, that was how I found myself sat on my bed a week later, with Jackie doing my makeup.
"Your shirt is what colour again?" she asked as she scanned the eyeshadow palette in her hand.
"Black, but the skirt is blue," I said as nonchalantly as I could, hoping she couldn't hear my heart racing in my chest.
I wasn't handling the whole having my crush inches away from my face thing very well, and I was certainly having a hard time hiding it.
"Okay, great, I have the perfect idea," she said with a grin, before coating her brush in a colour and leaning forward again. "Close your eyes for me?"
Relieved I wouldn't have to look at her, I closed my eyes and let her apply my eye makeup, trying not to focus on the warmth emanating from her or the way the pad of her finger would gently rub at my skin or the caress of her breath as she exhaled. Nope, not focusing on any of it.
"So, any boys caught your eye that you're gonna dance with tonight?" she asked as she worked.
"Erm, not really, no," I mumbled.
She paused, and I almost opened my eyes to see why, but then she said, "Any girls? Because that's okay, too."
My cheeks were hot and I was relieved my eyes were closed otherwise she would've seen, truly, how flustered I was.
"No," I finally answered, clearing my throat. "I mean, it's okay, but no."
Did I just come out? Probably. But it wasn't a secret, and Jackie didn't seem to care.
"That's okay, just wait until they all see you perform," she said supportively. "Girls are suckers for musicians."
Yeah, but not the girl I wanted.
"Speaking of performing, is it gonna be originals or covers?"
"Covers for now," I answered, glad we were discussing something I was comfortable with. "The originals aren't ready for performing just yet."
"Ooh, so there are originals," she said in a playful tone. "Did you write any?"
"Some, yeah."
"Okay, eye makeup is done," she said quickly, and I opened my eyes to see her searching for a lipstick, but she continued talking, "And do I get to hear any of these originals?"
"Not yet," I quipped with a nervous smile, and I secretly hoped she'd never ask again because they were all about her.
She pouted playfully and I was forced to look away, a tornado twisting in my stomach because of how cute she looked.
After a moment, she lifted a dark red colour in the air with enthusiasm. "This is the one."
I assumed she'd give it me to put on, but she instantly uncapped the lipstick before leaning close again, grabbing my chin softly and painting my lips red. I was paralysed at the contact, my eyes flickering between hers. They looked greener than usual because of her green shirt, and then I started focusing on the space behind her head, realising I was staring.
"I think this is my best work yet," she said with pride, letting go and looking at me way more than I preferred. "You're really nervous, aren't you? Don't worry, you're gonna be great, Y/N."
Yeah, not nervous for what she thought... but I'd take it.
"Okay, get ready so I can see the final look," she feigned impatience, smacking me with her hands.
"Okay, okay, geez, Jackie." I got up as she laughed, and grabbed my clothes from the hangar.
I changed behind my wardrobe door, physically incapable of changing in front of her. When I stepped out, hair and makeup fully done, I glanced in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw, not really doubting Jackie's abilities. I turned to show Jackie, who stood up from the bed and looked me up and down, leaving me nervous all over again.
"You. Look. Beautiful," she said with a kind smile, approaching me and fixing my hair from the front.
"Thanks, Jackie," I said, both flustered and with appreciation.
Her eyes continued to take in my whole appearance, making me avoid meeting her gaze as I distracted myself with pulling on my shoes.
"So, are you not getting ready?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, Jeff said he'd drop me back off to mine so I can get ready with Shauna," she said. "Just wanted to make sure you were good to go first."
"Well, thanks, I appreciate it."
Once my shoes were on, I grabbed my jacket and opened my bedroom door, holding it open for her. Walking her downstairs, we stopped by the front door and Jeff and her left for her place whilst my mum dropped me off to the school early so the band and I could get ready.
The school gym was already decorated for the dance, the stage set up with our instruments. I found my friends backstage and smiled at how coordinated we all looked with our outfits.
The band was made up of myself on the guitar and keyboard, Y/BF/N on the drums, Tommy on vocals and guitar and Aaron on bass. We'd all been friends since kindergarten and grew closer in Music class, and they were a tight knit group that I couldn't imagine being without.
We'd practiced a lot since officially forming about a month ago, so I wasn't doubting our ability to sound good, but the dance was our first proper live performance and it was still a little nerve wracking.
"Okay, guys, this is it," Tommy said as we all got ready for the curtains to open. "Not a big deal, but also could be the difference between high school suicide and surviving the next three years."
"No pressure, in other words," Y/BF/N said sarcastically, making Aaron and I laugh.
"We've got this," I assured them all. "Good luck, gang."
They all returned it before we got into our positions and waited for the principal to announce us. I clutched my guitar pick and took a deep breath once I heard our name, then the curtains opened revealing the sports hall full of students, including Jeff, Jackie and all of her teammates.
They all smiled supportively, and I admittedly let my gaze linger on Jackie for a second longer than I should have. I couldn't help it – she looked so pretty in her purple satin dress, enough that I almost missed my cue to play because of how distracted I was.
We performed a few covers smoothly, making no mistakes and eventually falling into our usual rhythm, and everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. After a set, the DJ took over and we all left our instruments onstage before leaving to have a break.
"I can't believe we just did that," Y/BF/N said with amazement.
"Neither can I," Tommy agreed with a laugh before pulling us all into a group hug.
After having the ultimate debrief of our performance, still in disbelief and on a high from it all, we went our separate ways to catch up with others, and Jeff and Jackie found me immediately.
"Y/N, that was awesome!" Jeff exclaimed when he saw me, before pulling me in for a hug. "You were amazing up there!"'
I chuckled, blushing. "Thanks, Jeff. You think everyone liked it? Like actually?"
"Of course they did!" he said like I was stupid. "Y'know how cool you are now?"
"Hey, she was always cool," Jackie said, smacking him playfully before shooting me a smile that made me weak in the knees; she was even prettier up close. "Y/N, you were amazing up there. Real badass. The team thought so too."
"Thanks, Jackie," I said with a nod, heart racing just a little more than usual.
"You're not on a for a while now, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, and all it took was for me to shake my head before she grabbed my hand and led me to the dancefloor with Jeff. "Good, you can dance with us!"
"Oh, I don't know–"
"Let loose, Y/N," she insisted with a grin, before dragging me to where her teammates were.
And as soon as they saw me, they showered me in compliments and I was flustered the whole time, not used to the attention. It was kind of Jackie to have them cheer me on, but it was also just another reminder that they all saw me as Jeff's little sister. Still, I tried to focus on how great the night had been and let myself enjoy it.
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✩࿐࿔ chill the fuck out. [new 3/11]

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fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | anthology one-shot | word count: 1,499. read ✩࿐࿔ chill the fuck out on ao3
is your calendar full of obligations? are you overwhelmed by tasks? does it seem like every time you finish a project, wash your dishes, or fold the laundry, there is just another project to finish, dish to wash, or basket to fold? are you weighed down by responsibilities so large and numerous that you don't even know where to begin? don't worry. the captain is here to help. he's gonna make sure you add pesky things like "eat" and "sleep" to your to-do list, and harass you into crossing off anything he doesn't think is a priority. (p.s. it bears repeating, in case you're worried about it: you are not lazy. you are doing the most you can. it's okay to be overwhelmed, to be overtired, to need a break.)
darling nonnie, thank you for suggesting this. it was definitely one of the hardest things to write (you were right - it was a little vague! but i don't think that's your fault; it's just the nature of overwhelm. how can you possibly describe it??). which is to say: i hope i managed to hit on something in here that will be useful to you, that will make you feel validated and put you a little more at ease. also please listen to rocket and fucking eat. and sleep. please. ♡♡♡ do it for rocket, and for me.
“Whoa. What’s wrong with you?” You drag your eyes up from the datapad in front of you, and try to wrangle a smirk for the Captain. You can tell that it fails — not only because you can feel it limping off the corner of your mouth, but because he actually cringes at whatever’s lurking in your eyes. His brow furrows. “You look like shit.” You sigh and set aside the screen. It’s just as well — it was hurting your brain anyway. “Why do so many of our conversations start like this?” you wonder aloud. “Why do you look like shit so often?” he shoots back, but you can hear the note of concern woven into the smug, shit-eating taunt of his voice. “Hmmm.” You tap a faux-thoughtful finger against your chin. “Maybe ‘cause I’m constantly being bossed around by a half-pint Captain with a meanstreak and a bad sense of humor?” He squints one ruby-red eye up at you. “What the fuck’s a half-pint?”
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need more reminders from rocket?
the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog.
this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡
✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist
eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
do your frickin homework. (wc: 2,121 )
chill the fuck out. (wc: 1,499)
if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.
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Solo Mission
Paranormal Preteens: Episode 35
A JSE Fanfic
Okay so I’m actually pasting this fic into Tumblr on mobile for once, so I don’t know how to add the links I usually do. Hopefully those will be there soon haha. Please forgive any formatting weirdness for the same reason. I forgot to add the fic into the queue earlier and I don’t have access to my computer rn but I’ll fix mistakes later. Anyway, summary time! Chase keeps thinking about the stuff Anti said, and eventually decides to do something reckless. He’s going to try sneaking into a Circle hideout by himself. Not his best idea, but he hopes maybe it’ll remind others how fun this stuff is. I’m sure nothing will go wrong at all! Enjoy! :D
Previous Episode | More of this AU | From the Start | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix
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A week passed, and nothing happened. It was incredibly frustrating. Chase couldn’t even concentrate in class, because he was spending too much time thinking about the Circle and what the heck Mom and the other adults were doing about them. He missed, like, four homework assignments in a row—something that Schneep was really concerned about. “How are you supposed to learn more if you do not do the assignments?” he asked one afternoon while the two of them sat at the kitchen counter, snacking on a plate of cheese and crackers Mom left out.
“Well homework is stupid anyway,” Chase mumbled, kicking the stool legs idly. “They should keep all the learning in school.”
“...you are not paying that much attention in class, either,” Schneep said slowly. “I saw you fall asleep yesterday.”
“School shouldn’t start so early!” Chase grumbled.
Schneep tilted his head. “Do you think Aunt Jess will be... concerned? I-I know she will not be mad, but... she cares about you a lot. I-I know that—that your birthday is coming up! A-and she probably... does not want to worry about your grades... while that is happening?” He trailed off, uncertain. “Does this make sense?”
“Hah.” Chase smiled a bit sadly. “Honestly, my grades were really bad around this time last year, too.”
“Ah?” Schneep blinked. “Why? Is the schoolwork just really hard right now?”
“Uh... I-I mean... kinda, I guess...” Chase mumbled. “But also... a-a lot was happening around this time... last year.” He looked down at the counter, eyes tracing the dots in the design.
“...what...” Schneep paused. “Do you... want to... talk about it?” he asked hesitantly.
Chase squirmed in his seat. He put a slice of cheese on a cracker and took a big bite out of it.
“Y-you do not have to, of course!” Schneep said hurriedly. “It is just... I-I feel better after talking sometimes. I-in therapy, but also... talking to you. And to Aunt Jess, and our friends.”
Chase paused, then swallowed his bite. “Th-that’s a good point.” After all, wasn’t that why he tried talking to JJ during the whole doll thing? And didn’t talking with Marvin help the two of them get closer? But... it felt different when it was... about this. “I just, uh...” He kicked the legs some more. “About a week before my birthday last year, I heard Mom and Dad mention... that they were gonna... not be together anymore. A-and that... really... spoiled the fun, hahah.”
“...oh.” Schneep blinked. “I-I am sorry, Chase. That... that is... that is terrible.”
“Yeah... it sucked,” Chase said quietly. “But, um... they didn’t tell me the news until a couple days later. So I just... kinda had to sit there. While we were doing all the fun stuff together, a-and I just, uh... knew. I-I just knew.” He remembered looking at them, him sitting on one side of the table while they were on the other, the birthday cake with lit candles between them. He remembered wishing that he’d misheard or misunderstood. But he also remembered the way they smiled... he remembered how tight they looked.
“O-oh!” Schneep blinked. “Well, they... probably did not want you to worry. They wanted you to have fun.”
“Yeah, I guess they didn’t want to ruin the mood,” Chase agreed. “But like... I found out anyway, so...” He shook his head. “I mean... guess it was my fault for listening in. And... not telling them I heard. But... still. I-it sucked.” He sighed. “At least I also met Jackie around that time... He was my babysitter.”
“Huh.” Schneep blinked. “Well... perhaps they should not have been discussing such heavy news where you could hear? I do not think it is your fault for overhearing.”
“Maybe...” Chase muttered. It still felt like it was his fault sometimes. Like, if he had just... Well, he didn’t know what he could’ve done different. But something. He knew that wasn’t really the case, that he shouldn’t worry too much about his parents. But sometimes... his heart didn’t know that.
Schneep nudged Chase. “I think that Aunt Jess is a very good mom. And you are a very good son.”
Chase laughed a little. “I-I’m uh, not really concerned with that, y’know.”
“Hm... of course not,” Schneep said slowly. “But... it might bother you anyway.”
“Hah... it might.” Chase looked down at the counter again. A lot of things were bothering him lately. Like... Jackie. They hadn’t been able to see much of him lately. And he kept thinking about what Anti said, too. About how everyone would leave... except Anti himself. Chase couldn’t deny that everything felt... very different from last summer. When they were just running around town fighting monsters. Everything was much more complicated, and yet, nothing was happening, either.
“I think you have been... quiet lately,” Schneep said softly. “Is it because of this birthday in your past? Are you thinking about it too much? That... happens with me, sometimes.”
“I think that’s part of it,” Chase said slowly. “I’m also worried about the Circle. I don’t like that we’re not doing a lot about it.”
“Hm... yes, I suppose that is... worrying,” Schneep said slowly. “I-I do not like that we are less involved now. But... we started this, s-surely Aunt Jess would let us finish it?” He smiled one of his nervous smiles. “Besides, Anti would not let us leave, would he? Though he has been pretty quiet lately.”
Chase nodded slowly. “Maybe he... got the hint. And is giving up this game thing.”
“You do not sound sure about that,” Schneep pointed out.
“I’m not.” Chase took another bite of cheese and cracker. “Maybe he’s jus’ doin’ wha’ever he doz when he’s no’ both’rn’ uz.”
“Chase! Do not talk with your mouth full!” Schneep laughed.
Chase smiled, grinning wide.
“Do not show me your food like that either!” Schneep lightly shoved him. “You are messing with me on purpose now!”
“Mehbeh,” Chase said, holding back a laugh as well.
Little moments like these were... nice, but... they only fought back the distraction for a little bit. Anti’s words kept ringing in Chase’s head, especially when he tried to go to sleep at night. The idea that everyone will leave. But that Anti will always be there. Anti will always be willing to play. Sometimes, Chase thought that sounded really creepy. But... sometimes...
Sometimes he... thought too much about it.
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At lunch one day, when everyone was gathered up, Chase tried to bring up the subject of the Circle again. “Like, I know Mom and the other grown-ups are working on stuff, but... we should do something, too,” he said. “Aren’t you guys getting... I dunno... worried or something?”
“I mean, I don’t really like that some of our teachers are probably part of the group,” Marvin said. “But also, what are we supposed to do? Break into city hall?” He paused. “That could be kind of fun...”
“B-but very risky!” Stacy pointed out.
Well, they give tours of city hall, don’t they? JJ asked. It seems easy enough to get in... it’s exploring around that’s harder. They might have security cameras and stuff.
“Well, Marvin has greenlight powers, maybe that could come in handy?” Chase asked.
Marvin grinned. “Maybe I could come up with something.” He wiggled his fingers, and a miniature brick wall appeared, all in green. “Block out the cameras with something like this, maybe. Oh! Or maybe... I could...” He pointed into the air, and a tiny bolt of green lightning zapped from the tip of his pointer finger. “You know, do stuff like that?”
“I-I do not think that is a good idea,” Schneep said hurriedly. “If w-we get caught...” He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat. “I-I agree, we should do something when it comes to the Circle and Anti, but I think... it is not a bad thing, to leave this particular part to the adults.”
“You’re not... upset?” Chase asked. “Upset that we don’t know what they’re doing?”
“I... I s-suppose a little,” Schneep said slowly.
JJ frowned. I’m not a fan of not knowing, but I don’t want to bother your mom, Chase. She’s so nice, you know?
“Why don’t you bother her for us, Chase?” Marvin asked jokingly.
Chase started. “I-I don’t want to bother her!” But... at the same time, that struck a nerve inside him. If he wanted to do something, if he wanted to help, he should tell Mom, right? “Uh... maybe I’ll just... talk to her about it, though...”
“Yeah, tell us what she says,” Marvin said. He glanced around. “Hey, have any of you guys seen Jackie lately, by the way? Beanie Boy’s done fuck all when it comes to this.”
“He’s probably busy with school,” Stacy said. “I hear that when you get to his year, you really have to start buckling down and concentrating on your grades.”
Chase frowned, idly tearing at the cardboard of his small milk carton, watching droplets of liquid sink into the new cracks. Grades were important, yeah, but why couldn’t Jackie spare one afternoon to meet up with them? What was so damn important about this? ...wait, did Chase just think a swear word? Was he really that upset? Was he... mad at Jackie? No, no, he shouldn’t be mad. It wasn’t Jackie’s fault... it wasn’t true that he would... leave them behind.
“Are you okay, Chase?” Schneep asked.
“Huh? Oh, uh... yeah, just... thinking about school and stuff.” Chase sat up straight. “Anyway. I-I’ll ask Mom if we can help.”
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“Help? With the Circle?” Mom looked away from her cooking to face Chase, who was leaning on the kitchen counter and bouncing in place slightly. “What did you have in mind?”
“I-I dunno,” Chase said. “Just like... maybe when you go to city hall, we can come with you, a-and try to... find any secrets they have.”
“Chase, we’re not actually going inside city hall,” Mom said patiently.
“Huh? Then what are you doing?”
Mom paused. “I... I guess I haven’t really been clear, huh? Sorry about that.” She sighed. “It’s just... been a lot of boring stuff. Phone calls, and sharing around that video and recording of Jackie, and... it’s just really tedious.”
“Yeah, you’re gathering together a bunch of grown-ups to go fight the Circle, right?” Chase asked. “Once you’ve done that, can we come with you?”
“We’re not going to fight the Circle, I thought that was—” Mom leaned back, looking at the ceiling. “The plan isn’t to... go storming into their secret strongholds. What we’re going to be doing is a lot more subtle. We’re trying to figure out who, exactly, is a member of the Circle, and once we find someone, the plan is to get them out of whatever place of work they’re in. That way, we can operate more freely in that place—and the Circle will lose access to whatever benefits that position gives them. Of course, eventually we’re going to have to find these Fissures, or what you called them, so we’re all looking for places that might have secret entrances—”
“Yeah! We can help with that!” Chase said, picking up on the first thing she said that he really understood.
“Chase, the Circle has already proven that they’re willing to hurt you guys,” Mom said gently. “A-as your mother, I couldn’t... I can’t let that happen. You have to stay somewhere safe—away from them.”
“But... but we’re the ones who started this, aren’t we?” Chase asked. “We know how to fight monsters and stuff! A-and Anti’s gonna keep bothering us until we defeat the Circle! He’s not gonna be happy that you guys are doing it instead of us.”
“That’s... very true.” Mom paused for a second, then sighed. “Chase, I’ll tell you and Henrik and all the others when we have a plan you can help with, okay? I promise you, Richard and I are insisting that you be involved. But right now, we don’t have a plan that can include you. Does... that make sense?”
Chase stared at her. After a moment, he slumped. “I guess,” he mumbled.
Mom smiled. “I think it’s great that you want to help. I like that you’ve found something to be so passionate about. But you have to be patient, okay?”
“Mm-hm.” Chase nodded. “I’m not really, uh... good at that.”
“It just takes practice, like anything else,” Mom said. “Now, in the meantime... have you decided on what you want for your birthday? Last year we got you that skateboard, are there any... skateboard... accessories you want?”
Chase tensed slightly at the mention of his birthday. “I-I don’t know. Uh... maybe I want a hacky-sack or something.”
“A what?”
“It’s like a little soft ball full of beads and stuff, you like... kick it around and do tricks with it. I’ve seen other guys with them, they look fun, I guess.”
Mom nodded. “Got it. And do you know what you want to do on your birthday?”
“No, not really,” Chase mumbled. “Uh... Mom? Is the spaghetti sauce supposed to smoke like that?”
“Huh?!” Mom turned back to the stove. “It’s smoking?!”
“I thought it was. Maybe something fell out of the pan.” Chase hadn’t actually seen smoke. He just knew that would distract her. “Anyway, I should probably go tell Sch—Henrik that dinner’s almost done, right?”
“Yes, that would be great, sweets,” Mom said, nodding along. “Thank you.”
Chase smiled a little, then hurried out of the kitchen.
Later that night, he found he had trouble sleeping once again. He stared absentmindedly at the patterns in the ceiling, tracing their familiar shapes. There was the one that looked like a bird, there was the one that looked like a crooked star, and there was the one that looked like a loaf of bread—one of those fancy French ones that was all round. He thought again about what Anti said. The game was fun, wasn’t it? He liked fighting monsters and defeating the Circle, didn’t he? That was why he was so frustrated about nothing happening, wasn’t it?
Anti had told him that there was a Fissure in city hall... he said that he even disarmed the traps on the door leading to it. “They might fix the traps or add another, though, so you have to be fast about it to get inside,” he’d said. Chase hadn’t told the others about that—he hadn’t told them that Anti showed up to talk to him at all. It felt... wrong to tell them. Too... personal. So that knowledge sat in Chase’s mind, eating away at him. He had to do something. If he told Mom, she and the other grown-ups wouldn’t do anything with the information. Or, maybe they would, but he doubted that he and his friends would be invited to come with them. So what if... Chase just... snuck in there? One day?
But wait, even if he wanted to do that, shouldn’t he tell his friends, too? They would want to come, wouldn’t they?
...wouldn’t they?
Jackie... might be busy.
And sure, they could all go without him, but... the thought left a pit in Chase’s stomach.
Well, maybe he didn’t need to tell any of them! Maybe he could—maybe he could go try this on his own! Yeah, he could do that tomorrow! It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to worry about school. He could set up his handheld game controller in his room and set the volume up high, so that Mom and Schneep would hear the level music of a game and assume he was playing. The one problem would be getting to city hall, but... he could probably skate his way to a bus stop. Yeah. Yeah! He could totally do this on his own! He didn’t need to wait for Mom or anyone! He didn’t need anyone to come with him!
And then... maybe, if he showed that he could do this... Jackie would... be impressed. He would... want to do stuff with him again. He wouldn’t want to leave. Not that he was going to! Not that Anti was right about that! But... maybe Jackie would realize that... he needed to be there with Chase. More than he needed to do school stuff. Because of course, Jackie needed to have fun with them again! He just... had to remember what it was like to do this stuff! Chase would show him!
With a vague idea forming in his mind, Chase drifted off, sinking into a restless sleep.
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The days were starting to get longer again, so Chase decided to wait until after dinner to enact his plan. During the day, he went into Mom’s room to use the computer, looking up the bus routes and also what times city hall would have their tours. Dinner was always around 5:30, so if he ate fast and then hurried to his room to set up his trick, he could be at city hall in time for the 6:20 tour!... hopefully.
After he looked up the times, he made sure to close the browser tab and then hurried to his room. He would probably need to climb out the window, right? Maybe he could form a rope out of his clothes like in movies. He’d never climbed a rope, though... but he could do it! He looked out his window to the ground—and immediately felt his heart freeze at the sight of the sheer drop. Maybe he should just... sneak out the front door when no one was looking.
He acted very normal for the rest of the day. Schneep did give him a bit of a confused look when he said he was going up to his room after dinner, but that didn’t mean anything! Chase closed his bedroom door tight, set up his game system like he’d planned, and waited, listening. After a bit, he heard Mom go down the hall to her room, and then he heard Schneep go past Chase’s door to the bathroom. Chase immediately—but quietly!—opened his bedroom door and snuck out. He carried his skateboard and helmet under one arm and his shoes in the other (so his footsteps would be quieter.) He carefully closed the door tight again and hurried down the stairs. He didn’t look behind him as he went to the front door and slipped out.
The bus stop wasn’t too far away. Even though Chase had never gone on the bus before, he’d seen the stop whenever they drove past it. Once outside, he quickly put on his shoes and helmet and skated down the street, flying as fast as he could towards the stop. In the end, he arrived just in time to see the bus coming down the street. He waved it down and it slowed to a halt next to the stop. Luckily, he’d brought some coins to pay the fare. He climbed on board the bus, took a seat near the front, and tried to relax.
But even as he tried, he was so distracted that he nearly missed the stop for city hall. And he definitely failed to see the second shadow trailing behind him. The one with eyes that seemed to be watching him.
Chase arrived to city hall and quickly spotted a group of people gathering outside. He shoved his skateboard and helmet into some bushes to hide them, then hurried over and tried to casually blend in with the group. There were a few kids there, so he didn’t stand out too much—though the kids were all a lot younger than him. But if he put his cap on and pulled it down over his eyes, he was sure he would blend in.
The group walked up the steps to city hall and Chase followed, his heart pounding in his ears. He braced himself for anything... but the inside of the building seemed kind of... plain. It looked more like the office building where Mom worked than anything else. The walls were boring white, the carpet was short and gray. There were stiff plastic chairs in a row for people to wait in, and a big desk for a receptionist. Chase was momentarily taken off guard by how normal this all looked. But then he started glancing around wildly. He needed to find the door that led to the Fissure! It probably wouldn’t be right here, where everyone could see. He would have to sneak around.
A woman in a red vest appeared, introducing herself as the tour guide for the group. Chase made sure his cap was pulled down as he followed, staying kind of in the back. As they walked down a hallway—which still looked very boring—Chase looked up at the ceiling. That was where security cameras usually were, right? He saw a couple weird black domes... were those cameras? He’d never seen one like that before, but... maybe?
As he looked away, trying to hide, he failed to see the shadowy hand that reached towards each camera, causing a faint red light to go out.
Once Chase thought the tour group had gone deep enough into the building, he started looking for an opportunity to slip away. The tour guide walked them down a hall lined with doors, and he jiggled the handle of each one. Most of them were locked, but after a few tries, he found one that managed to turn! Quickly, he ducked inside, not thinking about what might be on the other side. Luckily, the room beyond was empty. Because it was a closet full of cleaning supplies. Chase stood there in the small, dark space for a minute, until he heard the footsteps of the group fade away.
Alright. He had to be careful about this. Where would the Fissure be hidden? The one in the planetarium had been behind a door tucked away behind an exhibit. So... the door to the Fissure here would probably be hidden like that. There weren’t any exhibits here, but... maybe he should look behind bookshelves or something?
“Are you lost?”
Chase jumped at the sound of the voice. “A-Anti?!” He hissed.
A giggle echoed through the small space, and suddenly, Anti was there, as if the shadows in the corner had shapeshifted into his form. “Surprise. I saw you snuck out of your house. You’re here to use that hint I gave you, huh?”
“N... no,” Chase lied.
Anti giggled again. “Do you want another hint?”
“No! Shut up! Go away!” Chase hissed.
“Alright, alright. The point is to see if you can beat the challenge, after all. It’s not fun if I just do everything for you.” Anti floated backwards, back into the shadows. “But you should be fast about it. They already think something’s wrong.” His voice faded away, leaving Chase alone.
Chase stood there for a second, blinking wildly in the darkness. Then he took a deep breath and slowly opened the closet, glancing at the hallway beyond. Nobody in sight. But if Anti was telling the truth, he should hurry. And try to avoid as much attention as possible. Slowly, Chase slunk out of the closet and started walking down the halls, sticking close to the walls.
City hall was a bit of a maze. It didn’t help that everything looked so similar. The only real difference was that sometimes the floor was carpet, and sometimes the floor was tile. The hallways had signs up, giving people directions on where everything was located, but Chase didn’t pay too much attention to those. The Fissure door wouldn’t be marked down, after all. He wandered for a while, occasionally ducking into a closet when someone walked by. It was rare that anyone did, though. Most people seemed to be staying inside the rooms. He would occasionally glance through doorways to see them working at desks or stacking books on shelves.
But even though he wasn’t being caught, he wasn’t finding anything, either. There were a lot of doors, but how was he supposed to know which ones were normal and which ones weren’t?! His stomach began to flip around as it filled up with fear and desperation. He had to do something! He had to find this door! Or else—or else—what was the point of it all?! If Mom found out that he’d done this, she wouldn’t even think about letting him help with the Circle in the future! And if Jackie found out—if Jackie found out...
If Jackie found out, he might stop hanging out with Chase altogether. He might think that Chase was just some dumb kid.
Chase felt warm prickles in his eyes at the thought of that. He paused, reaching up to wipe his eyes with the hem of his shirt.
And when he lowered his shirt again, he saw a man walking around the corner of the hallway, coming straight at him!
Chase inhaled sharply. He looked around—there weren’t any doors nearby! The closest hiding place he could find was a big potted plant, its leaves spread out wide enough to easily hide him. Chase quickly ducked behind it, the leaves rustling as he did so. Oh this was such a dumb hiding place, his feet were sticking right out in the open! He was going to get caught he was going to get caught he was going to get caught—
But the man walked right by without even glancing his way. He was busy looking down at a sheet of paper in his hands, frowning. Huh. Maybe Chase didn’t have to hide so quickly. Even so, he was tempted to stay standing here for a bit while he tried to calm down. But it was really uncomfortable. The long plant leaves kept tickling his face and there was something pressing into his back—
Wait a second. His back was to the wall, wasn’t it?
Chase turned around, and found his face inches away from the wood of a door. It had been painted the same beige color as the wall around it, so he hadn’t realized it was there behind the big plant. But now that he knew it was here... could this be it? Swallowing a nervous lump in his throat, he reached forward and grabbed the door handle, turning it and pushing.
The door slowly swung open, going inwards, and revealing a plain stairwell beyond. Metal steps going back and forth, cutting down through cinder block walls and fluorescent lighting. A secret way down. Just like in the planetarium! Just like the hospital! Just like the school! This had to be it.
Grinning triumphantly, Chase hurried forward, footsteps clanging on the metal stairs. The staircase turned once, twice, three times, and then stopped. He found himself at the end of a hallway lined with doors. Two to the left, two to the right, and a set of double doors straight ahead. Again, he was reminded of the hospital. The layout of the underground hall there was similar, though this one was shorter. So... the Fissure was probably behind those double doors, right?
Chase glanced at the doors on either side of the hallway, then ran forward, sprinting past it all. It was so quiet down here. The city hall above had been quiet too, but he’d been able to hear things like the AC going, or the distant sound of people moving in other rooms. It was dead silent in this hallway. Not even the lights were buzzing.
He ran for the double doors, stopping just in front of them. White doors, with silver handles—the sort that are shaped like bars, that move on a hinge when you push them in. He took a deep breath, and did just that, pushing on the handles and opening the doors, walking into the room beyond.
The room was a vast space, lined with bookshelves and filing cabinets. They might have once been in rows, but they’d all been pushed to the walls, leaving the room looking empty. The reason they’d been moved was clear. The middle of the room had fallen away, leaving only a hole into darkness below it. The hole was eye-shaped, getting narrower at either end, practically dividing the space in half. Chase froze in place at the sight of it. There were crystals growing around the edge. Like at the hospital. But these crystals were much bigger. Round ones as big as his fist, spikey ones almost six inches tall, all of them clear or slightly cloudy... except for the biggest ones around the edge of the hole. Those ones had light inside. Flickering, green light.
This was it. This was the Fissure. Chase felt a pang of fear at the sight of it, but it was quickly eclipsed by triumph—he’d done it! He’d found the way here! But... then the triumph faded to confusion. What was he supposed to do about a Fissure this big? They hadn’t known how to take care of the one at the other locations, either. The planetarium had collapsed on top of the one there, but... they couldn’t exactly do that here, could they?
All these thoughts flashed through his head in about three seconds. Chase would’ve gladly stood there thinking for longer, but he couldn’t.
Because at that moment, the light in the room—all of the light except for the greenlight—turned red. The crystals grew brighter and started to vibrate, humming at varying, clashing frequencies. Chase stepped backwards towards the door, eyes wide, not wanting to look away.
Greenlight shot through the crystals, forming lines through the air—a circle! And in the center of the circle, something green began to gather. Just more light at first, but as it grew bigger, it began to change. A liquid... no, a solid! No... something in between. A large pile of green ooze, forming into a tall column with five or six tendrils attached to it around the center like wiggling, spaghetti-shaped arms. Several lights gathered in the top of the column, swirling around each other. Chase stared at it in shock.
And then, two of those tendrils shot forward, reaching for Chase!
Yelping, Chase scrambled back, pressing against the doors. The tendrils squished against the wall on either side of him, and two more rotated around, aiming at him. Heart suddenly pounding, Chase spun around and pulled the door open, ducking through. The slime monster’s tendrils slammed against it, closing the door fast—and catching Chase’s ankle in the process. He yelled in pain, then wrenched it free. That only made the pain worse, and tears sprang to his eyes as he forced himself to run down the hall.
Behind him, the slime monster squished through the gap in the door. It was slow, but those tendrils reached far. They stretched after Chase, and soon he felt their cold, slimy grip wrap around his torso. “B-back off!” he shouted, twisting around to try and karate chop through the slime. It worked, he was able to sever part of one of the tendrils—but there were still two others grabbing onto him. “No! No!”
He just had to move faster! He just had to keep running! Chase turned back around and tried to make his legs go faster. The tendrils stretched, but there was still some tension holding him back. And the main body of the slime monster was getting closer! He grabbed onto the handle of one of the doors and tried to turn it. It wasn’t locked, but the door was heavy. Panicking, breathing fast, Chase threw all his weight against it, and managed to get the door open wide enough to shove an arm inside. While the slime was still trying to pull him back, he felt around the inside, finding something like a metal bar. He grabbed onto that, holding tight, and reached his other hand inside to grab that bar as well. Pulling... pulling... please! Please!
Step by struggling step, he pulled himself through the doorway. As soon as he was sure he was fully inside, he threw his leg out to the side and kicked behind him, trying to slam the door shut. The heavy door bounced for a moment on the slime tendrils, but then began to close. Chase kicked wildly, throwing his whole weight at the door—and after a couple tries, the tendrils broke, slime splattering everywhere. Chase scrambled back from the door and stared at it, panting. The room was dark. He could see light from the hallway seeping in around the cracks of the door... light that soon turned green as it passed through the translucent body of the slime monster beyond.
It couldn’t get through, right? Those cracks... were too small, right?
Chase’s eyes darted around. He couldn’t make out a lot of the room, but there were... rows of things in here. Tables, maybe? A couple things that looked like chairs... he should probably turn on the lights. Where was the switch for that?
...by the door. Of course it was.
After a moment, Chase inched forward again, reaching for the switch. He put his whole hand on it as he went to turn it on—
And a tendril of green slime shot towards his hand, wrapping around his wrist.
Chase screamed. The slime has squeezed through the crack. The door was slowly opening. He waved his arm frantically to get the slime to let go, turning the light on and off a couple times as he did so. Once he was free, he spun around to look at the room. Maybe there was something he could use to fight back in here!
...no. There were only rows... of beds. Hospital beds, and the occasional chair next to them. Chase shuddered, and looked back at the door. It was creaking open, two tendrils of slime reaching inside... reaching for him. He should run. He should back up, at least! But his legs wouldn’t move. His knees felt wobbly.
This whole thing was a bad idea. It was a stupid idea, a really really stupid idea. Just like all his ideas were. Just like everything he wanted to do was. He shouldn’t have done this. He should’ve accepted that everyone would leave, just like Anti said, and not tried to... what did he even think coming here would accomplish? Did he really think that this would somehow show Jackie that this was better than anything else he was doing? If anything, Jackie would just panic and say Chase should never do this again. Just like Mom would.
The door burst open. Chase shrieked and finally found the strength to turn and run, but there was nowhere to go. The tendrils grabbed onto him, wrapping around his arms and legs. They began to drag him back towards the main body of the slime monster. No no no! He knew what these sorts of monsters did in stories! He didn’t want to be buried in goop! But—the creature was too strong now that he was so close to it. His struggles weren’t doing anything... so he stopped.
Maybe, if something happened to him, the others would at least be spurred on to do something. Maybe, if something happened to him, they would at least think about why he tried to do this. Maybe, if something happened to him, they would at least know how much he was hurting.
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
The slime monster moved away from the door, pulling Chase with him. Standing in the doorway was a tall figure. A woman, backlit by the brighter light from the hallway. Chase had only seen her once, but he knew who she was. “...Chase Brody. Am I correct?” Iris asked.
Chase stared at her, blinking. What the heck was he supposed to do right now?!
“Ah, right, you’re probably—one second.” Iris reached into the pocket of her fancy suit jacket and took out a long, thin crystal, pointed at one end. She pointed it at the slime monster and tapped it with her fingernail. The crystal buzzed and glowed green, and the slime monster glowed green in response and melted down to a puddle that spread all across the room floor. “Sorry about that. We have security measures in place. The Limus is our last line of defense, so it’s a bit aggressive.”
Chase continued to stare. He trembled slightly. “Wh-wh-what a-are you going to d-do to me?”
“Nothing!” Iris said, looking shocked at the question. “Well... we’re going to have to figure out something, but... I promise, we’re not going to hurt you, Chase.”
Like he would believe that. Chase wrapped his arms around himself, stepping backwards.
“...do you want... some water?” Iris asked awkwardly.
Chase shook his head.
Iris stood there. Chase stood there. The two of them just stared at each other for a while. “I’m... going to call your mother,” Iris finally said, backing out of the room. “You stay here, okay?” She grabbed the doorknob and started to pull the door closed as she left.
Panicking, Chase ran forward—but slipped on the slime puddle, landing hard on the ground, banging his knees and elbows. When he looked up again, the door was already shut. He started to shout, but then stopped himself. Iris probably wouldn’t care. So instead he scrambled to his feet, slipping a bit on the slime some more, and hurried for the door, trying not to fall again.
The door was locked, of course. He pushed and pulled and slammed his fists against it, but it didn’t budge. “H-hey! Hey!” he finally shouted. “D-don’t leave me in here! With the slime monster! Hey! Hey! L-let me out!”
But there was no response. Iris was probably already gone.
Chase sunk to the ground, kneeling on the floor. He didn’t believe that Iris was going to call Mom. Or if she was, it was going to be after something else happened. He doubted that the Circle would just let him walk away with the knowledge of where their big secret Fissure was. Maybe... they were going to erase his memory, or something?
The tears couldn’t be held back any longer. Chase leaned back against the wall, pulling his knees close to himself, and buried his face in his arms to sob.
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Bonk. Bonk. Bonk.
Jackie looked up at the sound bumping against his bedroom door. It was almost like someone was knocking on the wood, asking to come in, but it was too close to the ground. “Hello?” he called.
Bonk. Bonk. Bonk. Then, after a minute, footsteps. “Sam? What’re you doing?” Jack asked, on the other side of the door. “Don’t bother Jackie. He’s doing shit.”
“No, it’s okay,” Jackie said. “You can open the door.”
Jack did so, and Sam bounced into the room, staring at Jackie. Bouncing back and forth.
“What is it?” Jackie asked. “What do you want?”
Sam continued to stare at him, bouncing backwards now. Jackie blinked. Why... did their look give him chills? It felt like... they were telling him something important. Like something really bad was happening. Jackie looked up at Jack, and saw his own worry reflected in his face. So he wasn’t just imagining things, at least.
What was going on?
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticegos#septic egos#jacksepticeye fanfiction#septic egos au#chase brody#jackieboy man#antisepticeye#brigid writes fanfiction#pnptau
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So this is a qeued post — it will go out sometime early I guess today since yall are reading this rn-
But I’m most likely not gonna be on much today or maybe I am it depends heavily on my emotions , today is the 5 year anniversary of the day I lost the light and meaning in my life - I lost my life partner to covid .
I don’t normally talk much about it or him just cause it’s personal and it’s hard sometimes I miss him so so much i won’t ever recover and I’ll never be with anyone like that again I know that much — but I will be visiting his grave today so I may not talk much or write much — or I may try to find a distraction here — who knows yet .
As usual I may hide on discord or DMs more then be on dash and I’m
Very very sorry I haven’t been around as much if your still waiting on drafts plz accept my apologies for taking a while .
Stuff is in the queue .
Anyway love you guys .
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Heyyy! I'd love to request a super fluffy/comfort Spencer Charnas x male reader. Lord knows I could do with cheering up :)
Summary: (y/n) goes to meet Spencer Charnas at a horror convention only to find out that he had wanted to meet him as well - a very happy coincidence (Spencer Charnas x male!reader).
Word count: 0.9K
Warnings: Swearing, blood mention
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Spencer and I met at a horror movie convention. - it was an interesting meeting as we both wanted to meet each other but I got to him first. After being a fan of Ice Nine Kills for a long time I finally got the opportunity to meet the front man at a horror convention that I was meant to be doing signings at.
I had played a recurring character in the Scream franchise, starting in the first movie as a young child up until the most recent ones. I also had parts in various other horror movies, most notably the recent Terrifier movies.
I’d done signing for a couple of hours now and I had a break and I knew exactly what I was gonna do during my break: meet Spencer Charnas.
It takes me a little while to find my way around the horror convention to find where his setup is and eventually once I’ve found it I get in the queue, making sure I have my Ice Nine Kills CDs and Spencer Charnas pop figure in my bag along with my Ice Nine Kills top that I’ve been wearing all day for the meet-and-greets. I also packed at least three sharpies (just in case one of them runs out).
The queue lasts a while which I’m not surprised by but eventually I get to the front and see him sat at the table. I have to try and hide my excitement as now it’s my turn but he seems slightly surprised as well.
“Hey.” I say, trying to suppress my excitement. “I’m such a big fan.” I say, looking at him with a smile as he stands up. My eyes follow him as he stands up.
“(y/n) (l/n)?” He asks, looking surprised and I nod.
“Oh wait, you know me? That’s fucking awesome.” I say, unable to hold in my excitement, what could be better than meeting your favourite celebrity and them already knowing who you are?
“Yeah, (y/c/n) in Scream and you’re in The Purge, the Friday the Thirteenth reboots and Terrifer.” My eyes go wide as he lists off the movies I’ve been in so I just nod along with a smile.
“Yeah.” I say. “That’s me.”
“Oh my god, why are you here meeting me?” He asks, smiling and chuckling. “I was gonna come meet you!” He says, causing me to gasp.
“What?” I ask, knowing this is definitely the best day of my life. “This is incredible.” I mutter to myself quietly.
“You’re so cool.” We both say to each other in unison, making me laugh.
“Could I get a photo?” I ask him, heart racing so fast.
“Yeah, absolutely.” He says and I walk around the table so I’m standing next to him and taking a photo of us together, smiling like idiots. “Could you send that to me?” He asks.
“I don’t have your number…” I say nervously as he gets out his phone and reads me his number. “Awesome.” I say, sending him the photo, adding his number to my contacts. “This might sound weird but could you sign my stuff?” I ask, awkwardly as I open my bag.
“Stuff?” He ask, peering into my bag as my CDs spill out onto the table and his eyes go slightly wide, even more so as I pull out the figure now looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ll get to work signing.” He chuckles sitting back down as I pass him a sharpie to use.
He starts signing, moving through all my CDs and finally getting to the figure.
“Wow. I haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He says looking at the figure from a years old release.
“Been a fan for a while…” I admit, quietly, fidgeting from one foot to another.
“I follow you on everything, how did I not know you were a fan?” He asks himself quietly.
After signing my figure I pack all my stuff back in my bag and close it with a smile.
“Now,” He starts. “This is gonna sound a little weird.” He says, pulling something out from under his desk. “Could you sign this?” He asks laughing as he pulls out a figure of me from Terrifer making me chuckle.
“Wow, I was not expecting that. Shame they covered me in blood, it was a cute figure.” I say looking over it before signing it.
“I still think you look pretty cute.” He says, looking from the figure to me and I feel my cheeks warm.
“Here.” I say handing back the figure laughing. “I didn’t believe you when you said you were gonna come see me later but I think the figure’s convinced me.” I laugh then remember the line. “Anyway, I shouldn’t take up so much of your time.” I say noticing the people behind me. “You’re a popular man.” I smirk.
“I’ll see you around then.” He says smiling. “It was great to meet you.”
“You too. You’re fucking awesome.” I say walking away from his table with a massive smile and a wave before turning back around.
Later that day, I get a few texts from him, one a ‘thank you’ message, another an offer to go out for coffee with him and another an offer for a part in an Ice Nine Kills music video. I accept the offer for coffee, not sure whether it was a date or not but that was cleared up when he officially asked me on another date and I accepted the role in the music video. We start filming in a couple of weeks and in those two weeks we have multiple dates booked including a cinema trip to see the new Halloween movie and I don’t think my life could get any better from here.
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AN: Thank you for the request!
This was fluffy but not very comforting so if you'd like me to write a more comfort fic then just let me know :)
Ice Nine Kills have got to be the best band I have ever seen live and I need to meet them one day haha
I hope you enjoyed reading!
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The people saying George should have seen she was uncomfortable if “he friends saw she was” make me want to rip my hair out.
I have a super touchy friend my self who loves cuddling, hand holding all that stuff, but personally I’m not big on affection. On the rare occasion I do sit by her (if we’re watching a movie) she may end up cuddling into me. I have know this person for 7 years and she can’t tell when I’m uncomfortable with her touching me, because she is terrible at reading social queues. Heck my family know this and also don’t see when I’m uncomfortable. So I just end up telling them to stop touching me! how tf is someone you just met supposed to see that? especially when their drunk !!! This isnt me excising George because a friend doing it and a person you just met doing it, is vastly different. But what I’m trying to say is if my friend of 7 years can’t figure out when I’m uncomfortable with affection (and she’s seen me interact with unwanted attention from men) how was George supposed to read her social queue as uncomfortable when she was continuing to engage with him positively.
Which as many people have said is why he should have verbally asked her if she was okay. But he isn’t some demon for going of her non verbal social queues
I just feel this this is creating a very dangerous agenda that everyone can understand and see others social queues. Which we know neurodivergent people struggle with and it’s just gonna create a bigger problem in the long run
exactly. plus her friends are saying they didn’t notice but now they did? if someone noticed WHY DID THEY TEXT THE NEXT DAY AND NOT INTERVENE THEN?? like it discredits them so much to say “yeah i thought it was weird and talked to her after the fact but during i did nothing”
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Rules of Play
Please at least give it a read! Liking this post also means it’s more likely I will follow back, as I know you have RAU’d.
Updated 08/19/2024
ABOUT:
Kar/Karmun/Karthonic either-or. If you'd rather separate mun/muse you can use my middle name, Asher to refer to me.
They/Them is cool.
From New York, so the timezone is EST.
Birthday’s January 1990, so 30+
Spoonie with AuDHD
Artist, and educator, so I can get busy. I commute, so I'm on the train for a few hours a day as well and can be sporadic activity wise.
On mobile most of the time.
I left the Tumblr RPC 4 years ago so forgive me as I catch up with the new etiquette, etc.
Personal blog @karthonic.
Sci-Fi Muse: @stellevatum
ARK AU: @sidisaspecto & @hln-4
GENERAL:
Above all else: Be Excellent to each other and party on, dudes!
First and foremost: my activity is sporadic. I refuse to let myself be like I was when I left the RPC in 2019. I may queue a lot of shit. I may go into a black hole for a few weeks or months. I may forget threads or lose them. It doesn't mean I don't care-- I am here to have fun and not get stressed over things.
If you ever want to reach out-- all my blogs and personal are listed above, and my discord is on request to mutuals, even though I'm just as much a cryptid on there as well.
Lurking for a bit before reaching out is fine, but I would like genuinely interested folks. Optional but I have an Interest Tracker for organization purposes.
Communication is key. My muse might be intimidating, but I'm not-- just very busy and on mobile more often than not. Don’t know something, or want me to elaborate: ask! I forgot a reply or not feeling a thing anymore, lemme know. I'm good. I like get to know the people I write with, it makes me plot things better.
This incarnation Kar is for Contemporary Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythology like verses. You can find the Og/Sci-Fi flavored Kar at @stellevatum.
While she's BPRD based, don’t sweat it if you don’t know the other stuff. If your fandom/verse has a way in, I can finagle her into all sorts of place (she's literally an cosmic horror at heart).
That ‘selective’ part comes into play. I have every right to not follow someone, decline a roleplay, just as you do. Just be polite and respectful.
Crossover/AU/Multiverse/Self Insert friendly. Not your thing, then feel free to not follow.
There will be casual mentions of recreational drug use, more often than not mentions of alcohol than drugs, but will be tagged upon request. Other possible triggers are her fatalistic humor.
This is not a content resource blog. If you’re here for the pretty pictures, aesthetics, or memes, this is not the blog for you.
Godmoding is discouraged but I’m not going to stop it. I will likely try to out ridiculous you Bugs Bunny style. Even though she can’t die, you’re free to try and kill her, but let me know first (either way she’s gonna be pissed FYI).
Most art is mine but will be credited. If I reblog any art reposted without the original creator’s permission, let me know. I’ll remove it.
FOLLOWING/UNFOLLOWING:
Please don’t follow/interact if you’re under 18. If I follow anyone underage, it’s because I wasn’t able to access any about/ooc information, please don’t take it personally if I unfollow!
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If I follow you or like a post but not follow, it's likely because I want to check out your rules but can't find a mobile friendly/need time to look through things, especially if it's a carrd. If you follow back, I'll message/send passwords as I don't want to overstep.
I don’t usually greet/interact with personal blogs, so side blogs off personals give me a heads up. Otherwise, I might miss you.
I may unfollow or softblock-- but that doesn't mean I am not against second chances. It usually mean either we haven't really done anything and I'm keeping my dash tidy or you never followed back so I'm taking the hint and stepping off, or you were inactive for 6+ month and I assume you abandoned the blog.
If you'd prefer I don't accidentally re-follow, you are free to hardblock. It's a bummer, but we need to what makes each of us comfortable to write. I will only hardblock if it is in your rules or if it was something serious that warrants it.
IN CHARACTER:
Compatible Fandoms (ie I am Familiar with): BPRD/Hellboy, Hades, Devil May Cry, Wolfenstein, Gravity Falls, WTNV, Obey Me!, Sandman, Good Omens, Hellsing, Persona, Durarara!!, Castlevania, Blood of Zeus, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Basically anything with demons/angels/gods and the like. I will interact with Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss muses, even though personally I don't vibe with Viv.
Kar is an ancient cosmic horror who was supposed to destroy all reality. Raised by mortals, so she thought she was. But she's also got other forms, which folks may see.
As for appearance, unless you’re really looking you might notice the fangs. And for the most part, assume she’s wearing her signature sunglasses covering her eyes since those rarely are taken off in public.
While not usually brought up, but Kar has attempted to end her life and self-harmed. Nowadays it’s usually just masked with fatalistic humor, recreational drug use, and lots of drinking.
There will be mentions of Nazis particularly of the occult sort, so if that makes you uncomfortable please feel free to step away.
ASKS:
Askbox will only be open for IC interactions, save for when the meme specifies Mun. IMs are for OOC communication. Anon feature is for sideblogs, multimuses to interact ICly with me. Any Anon messages good or bad directed to the Mun (outside of memes) will be ignored. The Anon feature is privilege, I will revoke it for my well-being if need be.
No Magic Anons, please!
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THREADS:
Jump on any open post, there’s no need to ask permission, they’re there for that reason!
I will be keeping my posts simple! I don't have the time/energy to make formatted posts, and I like to keep things as accessible as possible. I do try to keep track of the heavily plotted stuff, but the casual things might drop off. Feel free to remind me if it's been a bit!
Communicate! If you’re having trouble writing a reply, talk to me! If you don’t like or not feeling a thread, say so and drop the thread. That also doesn’t mean things are done for good. Come to me if you want to skip/do something else.
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SHIPPING:
Shipping is welcomed and willing to discuss the possibility, but I leave the rest to chemistry and just how we as writers write. Kar is into male muses, and will be polite about turning other people down, unless one doesn’t take the hint.
I will only write ships with muns older than 21, but 25+ is preferred.
That being said, I will no longer tolerate stringing me along, or vague replies. Please be clear and direct. If you are interested; say so. If you are not or no longer wanting to go in that direction, tell me. Any vague or non-committal replies will be treated as disinterest and dropped.
This blog is multiship, meaning each relationship is treated as its own separate place in the multiverse unless discussed and agreed upon.
Kar can be polifidelitous. She’s okay with having multiple partners and those partners having partners if your character is cool with it. But she can be selectively monogamous in your little bubble too.
NSFW may be on here, or I might do it over discord. I'm playing it by vibes. As I don't really have any established romantic stuff since rebooting, I can't say with any certainty. Will update when I do know.
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But if you'd like to message me, here's a DM icebreaker: What's your favorite extinct animal? (If you're lucky I may have cool fact about it.)
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Good morning
I normally don’t post read mores but I just wanted to give y’all a bit of a heads up on why I’ve been kinda quiet. Just dealing with some personal stuff rn, my dad’s been in the hospital since Tuesday after our trip to Virginia last weekend. We thought he’d be out by Wednesday but by Friday he still hasn’t been home and they’re keeping him over the weekend. I’m not really gonna go much into it on the dash but yeah I’ve just been worried and anxious and I was thinking RPing might be a nice distraction but I haven’t been feeling like doing much these past few days. It’s just a lot going on especially with his preexisting health conditions.
I’m gonna visit him again today with my aunt so maybe whenever I get back home I’ll try to write. I’ll just be lurking on mobile until then and anything I do finish I’ll just toss in my queue until I see how I feel. If anything major happens and changes I’ll let you guys know.
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No, don’t worry. It’s the Riddler we’re talking about, so you shouldn’t HAVE to defend piss kinks here. The man literally said, you piss when I say you can, and if you piss yourself, it’s not my problem. And honestly? That’s... Kinda hot. Like, idk why. But something about Arkham Riddler denying be a chance to go to the bathroom... I can imagine him trying to torment me by teasing and vibing my... Anyway, until it’s too much and I wet myself. And he’d just taunt me and say how embarrassing it must be that I made a mess. I... Yeah, I’m kind of a huge fucking sub and a slut for Riddler talking down to me.
also kink-shaming is one of the few things that really gets my lil heckles up like i get so out loud mad at so few things but that and people who shame "cringe" things make me want to kick stuff >:c
ANYWAY YEAH ANON I AGREE ME 🤝 YOU: SLUTTY SUBS FOR THE RIDDLER and i'm not gonna lie that is so??? the degradation, the humiliation, the embarassment??? into it. i want him to yell at me ;-;
AND SPEAKING OF i read this absolutely fuckin amazing fic that pushed me over the edge on this particular subject (it is now in my queue, i found it on ao3) but it's by wonderful @honkytonka and it is specifically about his arkham knight rules 👀
link is here for tumblr and here for ao3
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Guys I’ll be real and say I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get to everyone there’s almost 20 in queue!!
Which is awesome but like I said I’ll try to get to as many as I can but then imma have to go back to school work and stuff tomorrow so if I don’t get to your ask I’m extremely sorry!!
But the semester is almost over and I’ll be able to do readings again regularly by December :3
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— wanna play? —
indie rp blog of Ultraman, aka Kenji Sato of Ultraman: Rising movies/show/hc based portrayal written by bourbon
21+ // nsft tagged // beta editor activity status: low activity ; running queue follows from @bourbontales blog roll: @altrxisme , @xenjoyedthat
about // verses // nav // perma starter/plot call // ship call
RULES below:
Heyo, Bourbon here!
Little bit about myself:
- Been in this hellsite since 2011ish. M'not quite old, but quite young either. Like a folk song ;) I’m 25+
- I’m a uni student and work two jobs so activity here is gonna be a touch and go depending on the day
- Ken Sato icons used here are made by me! They’re available to reblog/like at @batangulapedits to use!
- I am not super familiar with the Ultraman lore and universe, and a majority of my depiction will be based from the Ultraman: Rising movie. I am trying to familiarize myself more with the franchise when I can, so feel free to send me resources to read and listen to!
- Same with baseball. Gimme a minute to get familiar with that as well lol
Now, some actual rules stuff:
- Blog ain’t mutual exclusive, but it is semi-selective. Ain’t too picky on formatting btw, just not tooooo small a font if y'all don’t mind.
- OC Friendly!! I love OCs!! My main muses are OCs, PLEASE THROW YOUR OCS AT ME!!! GUSH TO ME ABOUT THEM, TELL ME YOUR HCS ABOUT THEM— oh jeez, I got pretty passionate there, ahem—
- LGBTQIA+ and BIPOC friendly — All muns and muses of all walks of life are welcome! If I say or do anything that makes you uncomfortable, message me to let me know.
- NSFT/NSF.W material will be present and tagged. Certain general triggers will be tagged ( - tw death, tw depressive episode, etc… ) but if there are specific triggers of yours that I missed, please shoot me a message immediately and I will tag it asap.
- Multiverse, multiship — Plain and simple. Platonic and familial shipping are always welcome, romantic is tentative and would need some time depending how the vibe is. I’m chemistry-based when it comes to this in general, but more so with Kenji because I am aware of how thirsty we are for (1) baseball superstar/single kaiju dad/superhero. If you wanna discuss pre-established stuff then feel free to message me.
- Best way to get things started with me are ask memes and my open starters tbh. They’re great ice-breakers and we can always see how things go and adjust accordingly! My discord is available only to mutuals, otherwise feel free to DM me through here.
- @ Personal blogs with no rp sideblog: Feel free to like my headcanons. That’s the only interaction I’m cool with, reblogs of any of my stuff on here will get you BLOCKED.
I think that covers the groundwork so far. More will be added when I feel like it. Enjoy, friends ;3 art credit: banner, blog icon & promo
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✩࿐࿔ stop hittin' shit. [new 2/11]

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | NEW: take what you need queue fanfiction masterlist | navigation
fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 1,862. read ✩࿐࿔ stop hittin' shit on ao3
babe. hey. babe. the captain knows these feelings are super overwhelming, but you gotta stop hitting shit. take a breath, do something grounding, and try to remind yourself of something you have control over (even if it's something really small, like getting a drink). but you have to stop hurting your hands - rocket says so. (plus, sooner or later, he's gonna run out of materials for patching the walls.)
this one is for RocketRaccoonsFluffyTail on ao3 ~ bby i'm sorry this took so long and also i'm not sure if it will help at all, or if it's anything like what you were hoping for. i'm sorry if it's not. but i hope you feel seen, and i hope in moments when things are difficult and you just wanna slug an inanimate object, you can take a moment to think of our guy holding your gaze and breathing with you, and reminding you of healthier strategies.
“What the fuck is this?” You blink over the edge of your Milky Fizz, turning to lean your hip against the rail of the observation deck. Behind you, a million-trillion stars flicker and tumble, spiralling against a backdrop of shimmering ink-blue. “Huh?” you say, baffled. “Your knuckles, kid.” You glance down at your hand, where your fingers wrap around the plastic carton. Dots of dried blood, like tiny dark garnets, crust along a few thin scrapes on your first two knuckles. The third sports a bloodless pink scratch, and a faint puffiness blooms like a bruise along the base of your fingers. Your eyes dart back to the crimson stare of your Captain. Oops. You shrug weakly — take a long draw on your drink while your brain scrambles to think of an excuse or change the subject. “Well,” you say slowly, “I was training with Adam earlier—” He glowers. “Don’t frickin’ lie to me.” “I’m not lying,” you protest, but the words sound crimped and evasive, even to your own ears. “I was training with Adam—” “But that ain’t what caused this,” he snarls. You stare at him blankly, then at your knuckles. Then you take another long sip of your Milky Fizz. Unfortunately for you both, there’s not much left, and you end up filling the quiet air between you with the slurping crackle of a straw in an empty soda.
read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for RocketRaccoonsFluffyTail ♡ ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | NEW: take what you need queue

need more reminders from rocket?
the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).
feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡ view the take what you need queue to see upcoming installations & the current backlog.
this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡
✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist
eat somethin. (wc: 576)
go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)
get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)
take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)
leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)
take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)
drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)
stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)
just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)
it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)
get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)
did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)
schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)
do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)
brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)
nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)
stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)
take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )
take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)
cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)
clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)
stop hittin shit. (wc: 1,862)
if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.
teacup and teal line dividers by @/saradika-graphics | support banner by @/saradika-graphics | raccoon divider by @/thecutestgrotto. total wordcount: 33,803.
#take what you need#rocket bullies you for your health#look sometimes you just need someone to tell you what to do#fic update#wholesome#rocket raccoon fanfiction#rocket reminders#rocket raccoon x you#rocket racoon x reader#gotg rocket#rocket raccoon#guardians of the galaxy#gotg fanfiction#rocket raccoon x reader#self care#fluff
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Eeeeep.
So, show exceeded my expectations. (Except that if you are in the front row the headphones actually take away from the intimacy (which if you’re using them and not in the front I believe they add intimacy), I pushed them back so I could hear the actors from the stage but also the engineered audio too—would recommend)
The people behind me either hadn’t read the play or it was LONG ago because they gasped twice at things you knew coming if read. Honestly love that element of surprise for them—wish I could have that experience too.
I was sat next to my “fellow nutter” queue buddy, which was nice. Afterwards she got out of the theatre like a bat out of hell and I should’ve followed because I somehow underestimated the stage door crowd and was near the end past the barricade and the security guy said we’d have to scrunch up behind and crowd in and hand stuff or he couldn’t let it happen for us past the barricade. I somehow found and indentation in the crowd against the barricade. Saw my queue buddy further up but she wasn’t right at the front either.
He came out and as he was coming closer I guess someone said it was their birthday and he wished them happy birthday and then wished “happy birthday to all of you” it was cute.
I hate hate HATE being pushy esp with celebs and really would have loved an interaction most of all but I did manage to hold my program in a “take it or leave it” opportunistic but not aggressive spot, like the window between heads but also pulled back behind to be even less obtrusive. I honestly was kind of expecting him not to be able to get to it and just getting a better spot tomorrow but he did take it and sign it and I told him that you for doing this and that I appreciated him but I was between other hellos and an interaction or eye contact wasn’t in the cards for me :/ why do I care? Idk but I do (parasocial reasons, probably)
I saw my queue buddy after I got signed and went up to her so celebrate our signings but she didn’t get hers :( she said she was about to and then some tall person stepped in. I felt really bad. I wouldn’t have come up to her in such a celebratory way had I known. She lives in London so I suggested she go after a showing she isn’t seeing but she said that felt like cheating so :/
Damn that one tumblr poster with the amazing end of show videos and photos and who got eye contact with DT and it photo documented for posterity’s sake at that—you set me up for a bit of disappointment lol.
No I’m happy. I mean I would’ve loved that or some kind of interaction even more than an autograph tbh but I get it. I do kind of want to try again but then that makes me self conscious
I am mad at myself for being too self conscious of the no photography rule and not taking a video when the actors all came out since I was in the first fucking row 🤦♀️ so if anyone took vids that night (Thurs 11/21) pls share
But you know what I managed to get front row tix for £25, no one on cast was sick, I saw David Tennant and got a signed program—like good 👍 good 👍 good 👍 let us not dwell on what could have been better (one of my talents). Please let the goods be a good omen for the news I’m getting tomorrow
The original ticket I bought a year ago is for tomorrow, but I wanted today’s bc 1) front row, 2) I find out tomorrow before the showtime so I’m either gonna be really happy and distracted or really disappointed and distracted.
And honestly idk how I feel about seeing it tomorrow in general. I WANT to see it again, it’ll be a different perspective since it won’t be front row, and I’ll therefore tune fully in to the headphones, but I also kinda want that front row experience to be the freshest in my mind when I leave from here and that’ll be behind tomorrows performance unless I want to wait in the cold and rain Saturday and see it a third time in a row which seems excessively concentrated.
Not that he’ll see this but also apologies to DT especially if my watching felt like a gaze burning a hole sometimes my adhd makes me forget to blink when I’m concentrating 😬 (I’ve been told I can be. Intense. I hope it wasn’t, like off putting and full on)
#wow look at all that text no one is going to read this 👻#also featured: sexy knees. unintentionally upskirting DT and Cush Jumbo#DT lying prone on the edge of the stage like a meter away#the porter scene was HYSTERICAL#flintstill in london#mah life#macbeth#west end macbeth
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i’m sure this like Nothing to a lot of other professional mysterious illness havers but I had such a comically bad time getting blood drawn yesterday.
I got sent to a service I usually don’t use. they require appointments ahead of time. we arrive and I check in at the kiosk. the little stand for scanning ID and insurance cards has been ripped off the machine so I just kinda hold it up to the scanner and adjust until it finally accepts the scan. it keeps trying to log me out every 10 seconds and then helpfully tells me to ask a staff member if I need any help checking in. there is absolutely no sign of any other living person being in this office. it is a good while after my check-in time when someone finally comes out to get me. that’s fine. there’s literally no one else in the queue until a full hour after my check in time according to the queue on the tv screen but ok, i’m pretty sure it’s just this one woman running the show today so can’t be that annoyed by it.
the phlebotomist is clearly bored and miserable (and maskless) which is whatever, she’s the only person in that whole office so I cannot blame her for not being very enthused (and hardly any other medical pro I work with still wears masks for me these days). but the vibes are immediately rancid as I sit in the chair and wait for her to painstakingly charge and then return my credit card to me per each round of tests I was ordering one by one as separate transactions. My ID pops up on her screen every time she runs a transaction. The scan is very clearly too blurry to read. I watch her scroll through a list of questions she is supposed to ask me as she types “NOT PROVIDED” into every option. ok……….
I knew going in this was gonna be more tests than I usually do because it was all stuff my dysautonomia doc ordered to eliminate as many variables as possible but as she’s loading her little basket with vials I keep expecting her to finally stop but she keeps going. 5 vials. 10. 15. please say psyche
she leaves the room to go get more vials
so it’s time to suck me dry I fucking guess. I went in more hydrated than probably any of her other patients were that day, had eaten recently but not too recently, electrolyte balance impeccable. I am typically not a very hard draw anyway but I like to make their job easy. I offer my left arm first because that’s usually the good one, look away, and focus on my breathing as is my custom.
she palpates my inner elbow a bunch. way more than any other person has ever had to for me. she jabs me. it’s a sharper jab than the techs I usually work with but whatever right? I wait for like 3 minutes but I don’t hear her changing out the tubes.
she pulls the thang out and asks for my other arm. ok. unusual but whatever gets me out of that chair yeah? I must emphasize that this whole time the tech isn’t saying a single word more than she is contractually obligated. it’s dead silent. I scoot over and offer the other arm. I’m breathing through it like a champ.
she palpates my inner elbow again. and again. more. a good two minutes go by and she finally decides to do the jab. it’s the most painful I have ever had. she basically stabs me. I sit for at least 5 minutes of her just changing out all the tubes, it actively hurts the whole time. she finally finishes up and as she’s putting the labels on each tube, she finally looks at me and goes. Hey, you good?
i’m being SO normal. i’m dizzier than i’ve ever been after a draw. she gets me a bottle of water and a flaccid cold pack that just barely works and has me hold it up on the back of my neck. I have to pull down my mask to drink the water but she still doesn’t offer to put one on herself. I can’t hold up the cold pack and drink my water at the same time. I sit there for about a minute before she asks me to leave and I go even though I feel like absolute doo doo garbage. I have paid seven hundred and fifty american dollars for the privilege
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I’m so sorry if this is rude, but do you ever plan to update your queue post? I think some of the stuff on it might be stuff you’ve posted, but I’m not sure
ik u said to ignore this anon but ACTUALLY im gonna use this to my advantage. this isn't me like yelling at you lol just so you know. just to reiterate a couple things
the first is i am missing a couple asks on my queue post and i do essentially queue everything the minute i see i got an ask or i get an idea. normally i delete them off my queue or on my pinned post when i finish them (unless they were never on there which kinda happens a lot ((fics and ideas that just. hit me and dont let go)), but i do post a lot late at night and normally when that happens i update my queue and my masterlist the next day over cause i am too sleepy!!!!!
second is since im getting a lot more followers (like a lot more than i thought id get for such self indulgent pieces lol and even as a m! writer in general tbh) i want everyone to know what i said above!!!! BUT ALSO i dont rlly have a set schedule and i try and write when i can. i did JUST get a job so im still kinda learning to balance my writing and stuff like that since they haven't really given me a consistent schedule. so lowkey half the time i'll be like "new fic tomorrow". and then there is NOT a new fic that day. sometimes i just get rlly excited to post a fic and then i space out for a while, that happens a lot when youve got mad adhd and like sooo many things you can do and want to do!! that you just . do nothing.
i also tend to be overambitious (those who have read my fics since i first posted know lol and also my moots) so i'll like load up my queue with all these ideas and then a month later i'll delete some cause i like. totally forgot.
i also have had a couple of gripes with asks i get... which i hope i dont sound rude T_T. LIGHTNING ROUND THO!!!
i've had a couple of anons (before AND now) drop essentially the same ask (same anons), and i know i don't outright say which ask is which cause i try my best to give fics genuine titles, but just know i dont rlly delete asks !!!!!! unless they are against the rules
ON THAT NOTE!!! i urge everyone to pleaaaase read my rules waghhh!!!! i've gotten a lotta asks about a pregnant reader (specifically!!!!). i'm not here to yuck anyones yum at all but i myself am uncomfy with writing pregnancy (simply cause its a huge fear of mine lol). genuinely that is like the ONLY rule people gloss over (granted i need to update my rules uber soon). that doesn't mean i wont write stuff where reader and character adopt kids or whatever, just no pregnancy nothing like that
i've also had anons/people in my inbox ask "when will x fic come out" or ""check up"" on fics. please know that i am working on everything on my own time!!!! i try my very best to drop fics in order of my queue and i do prioritize requests!!!! but there are days where suddenly i am not feeling an ask or a fic i'm writing so to avoid burn out and fatigue and just overall producing a soulless piece i work on a different piece.
i'm also currently switching from headcanons & drabbles to mainly oneshots, cause i've just had a lot more fun writing bigger and proper pieces!!! that doesn't mean i won't write hcs/drabbles when i see fit ofc, but due to this lowkey like 80% of my asks went from "haha silly little drabble" to full on oneshots (and some even full on fics!). so my writing and ""production"" time has been significantly increased.
also another thing of note: over time i've kinda just slowed down if not halted completely on writing fics for fem readers... the Robin one will most likely be my last x Fem! reader simply cause it feels odd for me to write fem reader all of a sudden. mainly cause i am . a boy lol and i did start this account to write for male readers (cause especially after coming out several years ago it was just so hard to find x male readers yk??). I won't be deleting x fem reader requests cause lowkey they are all kinda bangersss so most of the time I will default to gn reader or switch to male reader as i see fit..
also lowkey circling back to the queue and masterlist in general, all my masterlists have a date at the very bottom for when i updated them o7
That was a LOT I AM SO SORRY.... but lowkey had to get a couple things out there T_T i think it's kinda cause i just switched up on mk and went into hsr so fast so my asks def have a different vibe in general lol...
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