#jays brain journal

[happy-hermit]

Alright guys no pressure but if you feel like it please send me your Scar angst/comfort ideas!! Or ramble about anything hermitcraft, I need the distraction :)

[reasonsforhope]

Humans are so cute. They think they can outsmart birds. They place nasty metal spikes on rooftops and ledges to prevent birds from nesting there.

It’s a classic human trick known in urban design as “evil architecture”: designing a place in a way that’s meant to deter others. Think of the city benches you see segmented by bars to stop homeless people sleeping there.

But birds are genius rebels. Not only are they undeterred by evil architecture, they actually use it to their advantage, according to a new Dutch study published in the journal Deinsea.

Crows and magpies, it turns out, are learning to rip strips of anti-bird spikes off of buildings and use them to build their nests. It’s an incredible addition to the growing body of evidence about the intelligence of birds, so wrongly maligned as stupid that “bird-brained” is still commonly used as an insult...

Magpies also use anti-bird spikes for their nests. In 2021, a hospital patient in Antwerp, Belgium, looked out the window and noticed a huge magpie’s nest in a tree in the courtyard. Biologist Auke-Florian Hiemstra of Leiden-based Naturalis Biodiversity Center, one of the study’s authors, went to collect the nest and found that it was made out of 50 meters of anti-bird strips, containing no fewer than 1,500 metal spikes.

Hiemstra describes the magpie nest as “an impregnable fortress.”

Pictured: A huge magpie nest made out of 1,500 metal spikes.

Magpies are known to build roofs over their nests to prevent other birds from stealing their eggs and young. Usually, they scrounge around in nature for thorny plants or spiky branches to form the roof. But city birds don’t need to search for the perfect branch — they can just use the anti-bird spikes that humans have so kindly put at their disposal.

“The magpies appear to be using the pins exactly the same way we do: to keep other birds away from their nest,” Hiemstra said.

Another urban magpie nest, this one from Scotland, really shows off the roof-building tactic:

Pictured: A nest from Scotland shows how urban magpies are using anti-bird spikes to construct a roof meant to protect their young and eggs from predators.

Birds had already been spotted using upward-pointing anti-bird spikes as foundations for nests. In 2016, the so-called Parkdale Pigeon became Twitter-famous for refusing to give up when humans removed her first nest and installed spikes on her chosen nesting site, the top of an LCD monitor on a subway platform in Melbourne. The avian architect rebelled and built an even better home there, using the spikes as a foundation to hold her nest more securely in place.

...Hiemstra’s study is the first to show that birds, adapting to city life, are learning to seek out and use our anti-bird spikes as their nesting material. Pretty badass, right?

The genius of birds — and other animals we underestimate

It’s a well-established fact that many bird species are highly intelligent. Members of the corvid family, which includes crows and magpies, are especially renowned for their smarts. Crows can solve complex puzzles, while magpies can pass the “mirror test” — the classic test that scientists use to determine if a species is self-aware.

Studies show that some birds have evolved cognitive skills similar to our own: They have amazing memories, remembering for months the thousands of different hiding places where they’ve stashed seeds, and they use their own experiences to predict the behavior of other birds, suggesting they’ve got some theory of mind.

And, as author Jennifer Ackerman details in The Genius of Birds, birds are brilliant at using tools. Black palm cockatoos use twigs as drumsticks, tapping out a beat on a tree trunk to get a female’s attention. Jays use sticks as spears to attack other birds...

Birds have also been known to use human tools to their advantage. When carrion crows want to crack a walnut, for example, they position the nut on a busy road, wait for a passing car to crush the shell, then swoop down to collect the nut and eat it. This behavior has been recorded several times in Japanese crows.

But what’s unique about Hiemstra’s study is that it shows birds using human tools, specifically designed to thwart birds’ plans, in order to thwart our plans instead. We humans try to keep birds away with spikes, and the birds — ingenious rebels that they are — retort: Thanks, humans!

-via Vox, July 26, 2023

[miumura]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 — TEN THINGS I HATE ; JAY FIC

“ I’ll do better, if you stay with me like this. ”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ where jay keeps a journal where he documents all the reasons he hates you, his rival. despite claiming he will forever hate you, keeping this journal only makes him realize his feelings for you.

PAIRING rival!jay x gn!reader

GENRE angst, fluff — WARNINGS jealousy ; overthinking !

WORD COUNT 1.7K+ (1730)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ soph strikes again!! angst cb, did we cheer?? anyways i was in the feels okay �� listening to music while writing really unlocks something in ur brain im telling you…idk what really went thru my mind when making this but enjoy 😊🫶

#1 – HOW YOU’RE GOOD AT EVERYTHING.

Is it normal to have a journal dedicated to someone you hate? Whatever, I just need to get this off my chest. Whenever you’re involved, it’s like I could have nothing I want. It’s stupid, but I don’t care, it just pisses me off when you easily follow instructions, perfect things on your first try, and get all the awards I wish to have. I admit, jealousy consumes me. It's frustrating how effortlessly you seem to achieve anything you want without even trying. Seeing your achievements plastered all over the school only intensifies my anger, making me wish I could tear your posters into shreds. I've never despised second place more than now. Why can't I find contentment with my own scores or position, just like you? How can I remove you from my life and find peace within myself?

#2 – HOW CHEERFUL YOU ARE.

How is it possible for someone to remain so happy throughout the entire day? I can't help but wonder if you possess some magical influence over my friends, as they seem to shower you with compliments non-stop. It's weird to hear nothing but praise for you while I find myself complaining about various things. It's almost as if nobody comprehends why I harbor such animosity towards you, and this frustrates me immensely. Every time I express my emotions, they tell me to laugh and smile more, as if I don't already do it enough. But then, when I contemplate your cheerful and positive demeanor, it becomes clear why they encourage it. You're like the epitome of a model student everyone aspires to be, while I remain the perpetually angry and stubborn person. No wonder everyone wants to spend time with you, and perhaps that's one thing I can agree with others on.

#3 – YOU LIKE THINGS THAT I LIKE.

It's almost like a curse that we share the same interests. It's the reason I keep encountering you everywhere. Whatever I do, you seem to be there, expressing your fondness for the same things with your friends. It's frustrating, and I can't help but roll my eyes at the thought of encountering you even more. Even listening to music has become a challenge, as I know you like the same artists. I purposely skip their songs because they only remind me of you, and I hate being consumed by thoughts of you. I yearn to stop learning more about you so that I can enjoy the things I like in peace, without these constant reminders of you.

#4 – YOU MAKE ME OVERTHINK.

Maybe because of how perfect you seem to be in other’s eyes, I wonder how I look in other people’s eyes too. Am I that awful to hang out with? Am I always seen as this angry person who hates everyone? I’m not that, I know that–my friends do as well. But others? I’m not so sure about that. What confuses me even more is why you persist in wanting to spend time with me despite any perceived flaws or stubbornness on my part. You could easily choose to be with other people who might seem better to converse with. Yet, you continue to stick around, refusing to give up on our “friendship”. And because of this, I can see how others might form a negative opinion about me. My constant push to keep you away could be misunderstood, leading people to believe I'm simply a horrible person.

#5 – YOU LIKE ME.

I'm not sure if you have romantic feelings for me, but I can tell that you consider me a friend. It's interesting because I hadn't thought of you in that way before, but it doesn't seem to bother you. Today, you stood up for me, and it felt really heartening. Normally, I might have felt angry or vulnerable when someone defends me, but this time it was different. I don’t know, it just did feel really nice. Your quick response in telling those people to stop was captivating, even though I didn't express my gratitude at the moment. Lately, I've been struggling with the loud voices in my head, and sometimes I wonder if you could help quiet them too. But now, I'm not sure what I'm trying to convey. You confuse me a lot.

#6 – YOU GIVE THE WRONG PEOPLE SECOND CHANCES.

The other day, I saw you in tears because someone had broken your heart. I must admit, I was taken aback because I had never seen you sad or upset before. It was quite a contrast to the cheerful version of yourself that I'm familiar with. What happened to you that everyone sees all the time? I hope you had someone to tell you your problems too, as it’s not easy for someone who is your rival to be comforting you. I didn’t, so I hope you went home that night filled with less worries because you have someone to talk with.

What surprised me even more was that the very next day, you gave the person who hurt you a second chance. I can't help but wonder why you keep allowing people to hurt you when it's likely they'll repeat the same behavior, ultimately affecting your radiant smile. Stop going back to the people that hurt you once, it’s only going to be a cycle. I wish I could share these thoughts with you, but I hesitate because I doubt you'd take them to heart coming from someone like me. However, I can't help caring despite my own imperfections. It's puzzling to me as well, as you make me feel oddly connected to your feelings.

#7 – SEEING YOUR TEARS.

I never imagined how much I could despise seeing someone cry until the moment I witnessed your tears. Ever since that day, I always thought about it, so how could I let it slip out of my mind this time? I’m sorry for yelling at you today. I’m sorry for saying I hate you. I didn’t mean it, I was just extremely frustrated today, and not at you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know how saying this won’t do anything, but I truly mean it. I wish I could rewind time once I saw water fill up in your eyes, but what’s done is done. You made me realize something crucial—that I've always seen you as a rival, whereas you only wanted to be friends with me. I allowed my competitive nature to ruin our chances of a meaningful connection. I fear now that you might avoid me, and I understand if you do. I worry that I might continue to hurt you, just like the people you often encounter, who don't treat you with the kindness you deserve. You deserve better than that, and I'm sorry for contributing to your pain.

#8 – GIVING ME ANOTHER CHANCE.

I never imagined we'd get another chance after what happened. I tried avoiding you, genuinely attempting to keep my distance. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist reaching out to talk to you again. It's almost as if we both sensed the need to address the situation, leading us to have that important conversation. I still don’t know why you gave me another chance. Did I not say hurtful things to you? How easily are you able to put that behind? Your ability to forgive and move past it leaves me in awe.

It's making me reflect on my own flaws, especially how I tend to hold grudges and struggle to let go of negative feelings. I can't quite comprehend how you do it, but you make me think about you more than ever before. Every word I speak now feels like it needs to be carefully considered, thanks to your presence in my thoughts. Your gesture of offering another chance touched me deeply and brought a smile to my face. I can't help but wonder what you've done to influence me in this way. I think you really did something to me.

#9 – FEELINGS, FEELINGS, FEELINGS.

We've connected much faster than I anticipated, even surprising my friends. I'm left wondering what you've done to me. You've become an all-encompassing thought – your smile, your laughter, your sense of humor – everything about you fills my mind. At times, I ponder whether I ever cross your thoughts too. Could this be love? My friends have mentioned it, and I can't find a way to refute them. I'm fond of you, immensely so. Isn't that a crazy twist?

It's a strange journey we're on. I started this journal to document the reasons I disliked you, but look at where it's led us. Is it too soon to be feeling this way? The idea of revealing my feelings is terrifying, yet I'm unsure if I'll ever have another opportunity. Please bear with me, allow me to find the right moment. Perhaps soon, hopefully, you'll be in my arms. I realize how absurd all this sounds – what am I even saying?

#10 – HOW EASY YOU WON ME OVER.

You won. You won my heart effortlessly, but I didn't win yours in return. I'm burdened with regret for how I've treated you. My ignorance and neglect weigh heavily on me now. It's painfully clear that he's all you've ever been able to think about. Why did I delude myself into thinking I could make a difference? If only I had treated you with the kindness you deserved from the start. Could that have made you love me instead? These thoughts haunt me.

I've grown aware of my own attachment, and I'm sorry for allowing it to consume me. I apologize for the disruption I've caused in your recent weeks. I can't bring myself to be genuinely happy for you and him, though he does seem like a better man than I could ever be. It's evident that I need to move on for your sake, to make things easier for you. Yet, there's a part of me that wishes I could still claim you as mine. That longing will always remain unchanged.

I doubt you'll ever stumble upon this journal entry, not that I would ever permit anyone to. But regardless, I want you to know that I do love you. It's a truth that's etched deeply within me, even though it pains me to admit it.

💭 — fun fact this was supposed to have a happy ending until i pulled out spotify n listened to lyn lapid…yeah.

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[cookeybg]

Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

Before we get to the story I have a few words to say...

First of all, Hello!

Not sure if this will reach anyone, but I had an itch to write, so I did. I almost never post anything. I have reposted a couple things but I'm mostly a lurker and enjoy others creativity and thoughts, I like to think of myself as a cat with few brain cells.

Anyways, I read a manga YEARS ago and enjoyed it greatly and thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny/interesting if Jon and Damian were stuck in this situation?" Let's see if anyone eventually gets what manga I was reminiscing.

Now, this is the first time I've ever posted anything I've written and I am not confident AT ALL if this is going to be any good, but I really hope someone out there enjoys reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it...Also not sure if I should post it on Ao3???

Well enough of my ramblings on to the story.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

Part 1 - Chapter 1

Jon placed his lunch tray next to Kathys’ as he discreetly looked around the lunch room trying to catch a glimpse of his crush. He had only briefly seen him at the mall during summer break and in a panic hid from him behind a rack of clothes. He had regretted not saying hello and had daydreams of himself going up to him, all cool and complementing the brown eyed boy’s pink fluffy hair and then asking him out to watch a movie at the mall theater. Sadly, the daydreams would come crashing down when he remembered his mother placing shirts in front of him and trying to measure him up before heading into the dressing room. It’s not that he was embarrassed of his mom its just, he was wearing sweats and an old hoodie since none of his clothes fit him anymore due to his growth spurt and, well, his mom could be a bit much, sometimes. Throughout the whole shopping trip when she would meet an acquaintance or friend she kept gushing about how quick kids grew and how she wished they would just stop sometimes. Jon would have to bury himself if anyone from school had been exposed to that.

“Looking for Jay?” Kathy asked. Jon looked at Kathy like a deer caught in the headlights and immediately turned red. He sat down abruptly causing his tray to nearly tip unto him. He scrambled to right his milk carton before it fell. Once settled, he sighed and mumbled, “That obvious?” Kathy smirked and bit into her carrot stick making a loud snap. Jon squirmed while opening his milk carton, he took a big swing, pointedly ignoring Kathy’s stare. “Why don’t you just confess?” Kathy asked. “Confess?” Jon spluttered, “He doesn’t even know I exist!” “Jon, you two were in the same history class last year. He knows who you are.” “Yeah. But we never talked.” “Then, how about you talk to him?” That would be so awkward…” Jon bit into his chicken strip. Kathy rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. Jon smirked and leaned in conspiratorially, “But I have a plan.” “And that is?” “I’m joining the journalism club.” “What!” Kathy yelled in surprise and then moderated her voice when some people who she startled glared at her, “ I thought you were going to join the baseball team this year, since, you know, your not in a cast anymore.” “The doctor has given the all clear and physical therapy is all done. The doctor was very impressed with how quickly I healed.” “Will they even let you do both clubs?” “Yep, I asked!” Their conversation was cut short when a murmur spread through the cafeteria like a wave. The main players of the baseball team stepped through the open double doors, all nine wearing their letterman jackets. In the lead was the most popular guy in school, Damian Wayne. Whose father was nicknamed the Prince of Gotham. Who in turn married an actual princess from some far off land, giving Damian actual royal blood. Girls wanted him and guys wanted to be him, but from what Jon had heard, guys wanted him too. Damian’s bright green eyes stood out against his brown skin, his gold earring glinted under the florescent light. He scanned the cafeteria with what looked like a sense of boredom. Colin, Jon called him Damian’s second in command, had one arm casually draped around Damian’s shoulders gesticulating wildly with his free hand. The group laughed at whatever the Colin said, but Damian only smiled as he started walking towards their unofficial table. Colin and the rest of the group broke off shoving and cracking jokes at each other while making line to pick up food. Kathy whistled beside Jon, “Now he’s someone who doesn’t know you exist.” “He looks and probably is, conceited.” Jon said offhandedly. “Look at him, he has reason to be.” “Doesn’t mean it’s cool.” “Doesn’t mean he’s not hot.” Jon turned to look at Kathy, but she wasn’t paying attention to him. Instead she was looking in Damian’s direction. Jon looked around and noticed that many were doing the same. He dragged his eyes back to look at Damian. The dude sat straight backed, elegantly eating his homemade meal from some fancy lunch bag that was probably more expensive than anything Jon owned, and scrolling on his phone completely ignoring the many eyes staring at him. Colin returned with the rest of the group nudging Damian and dropping his lunch tray with a loud smack, receiving an unimpressed glare in return. Colin smiled and placed a fruit cup in front of Damian. Jon personally didn’t get the allure. The couple of times he had seen Damian interact with others it was usually acerbic. Somehow that did not lessen his popularity and it left Jon dumbfounded. I good person should be good to others and being polite was a given, his Grandma said so and she was never wrong. Jon shrugged and went back to eating his school lunch. The rest could keep Damian he very much preferred Jay.

I hope you enjoyed it! Will post more soon, hopefully.

[aweirdlisa]

Generation Loss thoughts/theories

Okay I had to return from the dead to post about Generation Loss because decoding the Founder’s letter is something I am still proud of (it took me about 4? hours) and it got Genloss to grab me with its claws to pull me right back in! I’ve been a big webseries and ARG fan since like 2009 so I’m happy there is still some awesome content being made to this day.

First of all, Ranboo, the founders game website is phenomenal, absolutely sick work, I’m thoroughly excited and terrified to see what is next!

Second of all I rewatched and re-read pretty much everything of Genloss since the start and I’ve got thoughts I want to spill in one place to have them all together, so here goes (thanks for reading if you do!) I will try to keep it chronological:

In “T_1”, the very first video, we are introduced vaguely to a world where history may have been tampered with through generation loss which appears to be some sort of psychology/principle/scientific method probably founded by the Founder, which is taught and used to alter or censor certain events, effectively changing the world with it

With what we know so far I believe this generation loss movement isn’t just the editing and reproducing of versions of media to the point where they’re deformed or altered, but they can actually alter the things people see like our Hero and the other people did within the Social Experiments, to the point where even extreme things like gore can be censored (Charlie on the operating table for example), people can be “brainwashed” or “hijacked” in a way, we also see a brain shape in one of the images with the Genloss logo near it

In opposition to the Genloss party, we have Red Text Person, who seems to be against the whole principle and wants to kill the Founder of this movement

The inauguration in T_2 is either for us the viewer to see how readily available we are to killing other humans through choices on a screen, or it was a procedure that the folks in the Social Experiments went through to become “worthy“ and thus ready for the show

In “Connecting…” we hear that they are looking for individuals and to call if we spot them

In “Connected” we hear about Showfall media for the first time and how they have a missing person’s hotline

In “Connected” we also see a tunnel which I believe to be the use of transportation to either other universes (“One to another”, “one of many”, “look into infinity”) aka generations or simple time travel to other generations

In “Connected” we also have another influence of Red Text Person trying to warn us that we shouldn’t watch the show

In “Announcement” we learn that the missing individuals are all caught by “It”, “everyone but me” according to Red Text Person

Red Text Person at this point seems unsure where their signal is ending up, which is with us

The Social Experiments air live, where I thought Hetch was Red Text Person, but they turned out to not be on our side, having been given a role by the Founder (however voluntarily that may have been)

Ranboo aka the Hero and the others were the “missing individuals” mentioned in the earlier videos, ending up being caught as they are needed for the experiments, perhaps because they were a threat to the founder, rebels against the Genloss movement, or simply cannon fodder to test out what is possible with “infinity” as the Founder says

In “A Message From The Founder” the Founder announces he is creating the Founder’s cut, a “perfect” version of the story

In the meantime we are introduced to Zero’s journal snippets which start surfacing on twitter, however they were written somewhere in the 1900s, despite this we somehow affect her world/time through polls, where we end up blasting happy birthday through her radio

Zero started keeping this diary as result of a treatment / therapy she started due to something that happened 8 months prior, in addition she starts tracking the wild dreams she has as per suggestion of her friend “Jay” who is into the supernatural

Her dreams consist of a field with red sky, an unnatural cave/chasm, a sky rippling like water and crashing into her, a hospital turning into a hallway with a creature chasing her and eventually seeing herself with a wreck against a tree in the same field as before, the tree has a certain symbol etched into it, presumably the Genloss symbol

The wreck could imply the incident that occurred 8 months prior

Zero notes how she hates the uncertain future and how she wishes she could just control everything

Zero works for a store fixing VCRs and helping customers among other things

All shown entries are implied to be written between July 30th - Aigist 15th 19XX (probably late 1900s due to radios and VCRs being a thing)

In “Coming_Soon” another tease of the Founder’s Cut happens, yet notably the Founder mentions that what we are about to see actually happened live, but “just not here”, implying the possibility of a multiverse rather than the time travel situation

In “Again” the Founder clarifies that they made the Founder’s cut by replaying the Social Experiments over and over again until it became a perfect, pure version

The Founder’s Cut is released on YouTube, at the end we are shown a conversation between Miss Roads, aka Zero and her presumed therapist who tells her to keep a journal which is how we learn about Zero’s name and how she started her journaling

In “From The Founder’s Desk” we are introduced to a code in the form of a substitution cipher using newly created symbols that seem to be based off of the Genloss logo, this could be one of Four keys to the Founder’s door as mentioned on twitter, though what the keys are isn’t clear yet

Once translated, the message appears to be a letter from the Founder directed at an unnamed “you”, speaking of how the Founder watched and watched until noticing “you” and how special “you” were, but how “you were not perfect” and how they can and will create something beautiful and perfect

The letter could be referring to some final goal of creating a perfect “story” as mentioned before

In “Welcome to Generation 0” the Founder tells us about being ready to see the real story, the one from his generation, Generation 0 (an alternate universe or timeline?) we only need the keys and the door to get to see it, which will be provided to us in time

In “T_3” we hear the rumblings of a machine and see a red door which we now recognise from the Founder’s Game, Red Text Person shows up again, testifying of having seen people who shouldn’t exist yet do, implying they may have been displaced from their own timeline/universe or censored through generation loss, yet Red Text Person saw them

Red Text Person also refers to an “it” and “not knowing what it is for but I have to stop it”, the it in question could refer to a machine that the Founder uses to do everything they have been doing, or to the principle of Genloss itself

Lastly Red Text Person implies something is coming, but they will try to show us what “they” have done and to who

In “The Fortune Teller” we hear a voice speak of the future being a beautiful thing and then mentioning “the door” asking us if we know what lies beyond it and if we really want to open it, so far this video stumped me as to what it really means, the short sentence of hidden code also hasn’t been decoded with a 100% certainty but we will get there !

In the meantime VHS tapes of the Founder’s cut arrived to those who ordered them, where we were led to the Founder’s Game website, the “beginning” that was planted in our generation being the password to the website

The first part of the Founder’s game has us walk through a hallway, where we encounter the person from the T_2 video before they were killed when you make the “You vs Them” choice

We also see someone vigorously watch and rewind a tape in a room, this could possibly be the founder as they’re working on the Social Experiments at the time as they had not happened yet while T_2 person is still alive

Lastly we are given the option to choose between a Laboratory and Holding Cell B, which we will found out in a week whichever was chosen

Whew this was long! To recap my thoughts a bit concisely, I believe the Founder was the one to introduce/invent the technology used to alter people’s minds using generation loss to replace memories and influence the world they live in. It’s possible that Showfall was created as a company to apply their technology to spread and control media as they liked. If used on a large enough group of people they could effectively control entire worlds. On top of that it is possible time travel or multiversal travel takes place when we see the tunnels in the videos. People are taken “from one to another”, where they were “one of millions”, and get their brains messed with until they “are worthy” to participate in one of the stories.

What could possibly be the goal? Perhaps total control of everything we know, some sadistic story that will be “perfect” to the Founder’s vision. Maybe the freedom to create as many stories as they like. He mentions that the Social Experiments were a literal test to see what is possible with infinity, and that the rabbit hole can go deep with infinite generations, infinite stories. We are shown “his” generation up next and what will be the home of the “perfect” story, so it could be that he just wants to fix his own reality to suit his wishes.

How does Zero fit into this? She experienced some sort of incident leaving her troubled, which leads to her journal entries. She experiences strange dreams and talks of wishing how she could control everything. She deals with VCRs on the regular so she could become the Red Text Person who ends up witnessing “Generation 0” and tries to stop the Founder before things go to shit even more?

That or if you want to go full tragedy, she could somehow become the Founder in an attempt to fix her reality, where she could undo the incident that caused her so much trauma, but needs to practice on other realities first?

Zero is pretty much the biggest question mark to me at the moment, but the scale of the Founder, Showfall media, and their power are getting clearer and clearer, to a terrifying degree!

The timeline is a little wonky now that we are going from “generation 1” to 0 and that we are interacting with things from the past in the Founder’s Game, but I’m sure things will fall into place once it’s all over.

Anyway I could be incredibly wrong about all of this, but I am having an incredible time with all the lore and cannot wait to see where it all leads up to!

See ya!

[cherrycola27]

So It Goes

A Star Spangled Seresin One Shot

Warnings: Language, drinking, smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

Star Spangled Seresin Masterlist

I wrote this for the wonderful Jay, who helped inspire the character of Jaycee. This is a fun little one-shot she requested based on the Taylor Swift song "So It Goes"

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When Jaycee opened her email, she couldn't believe it. She had to read it again three more times just to make sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her. Her lunch was quickly abandoned as she raced down the White House halls to Jake's office. She knew he would be in there alone.

After confirming with his assistant she burst into his office.

"Darlin? Are you okay?" Jake asked her with wide eyes. "I WON!" Jaycee shouted as she bounded over to Jake and jumped in his arms. His face lit up in instant recognition.

"You won the Washington Women in Journalism Award? Are you kidding me! Bade that's fucking amazing!" Jake cheered as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a heated kiss before spinning her around.

"I'm so freaking proud of you! I knew you would win your article was amazing!" Jake continued.

"The awards ceremony is in three weeks, and I get a plus one. Will you go with me? I know logistically it might not be possible but—" Jake raised his hand to stop her.

"Jaycee Rose, if you think I'm going to miss your big night, you're crazy. I'll make sure Henry and the team get everything worked out. You've done nothing but support me. Now it's my turn." Jake assured her. Tears pricked Jaycce's eyes as she launched herself back into Jake's arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll RSVP right now!" She cheered. "I love you, I know you have to get back to work. I need to go find Y/N and tell her! And I have to call my mom!" Jaycee exclaimed.

"Wait? Am I the first person you told?" Jake asked in disbelief. "Of course, silly!" Jaycee chimed before giving Jake another peck on the lips and leaving his office.

Jake grined. It made his heart swell to know that he was the first person Jaycee wanted to share her news with.

..............

It took Jaycee a week and a half to realize what day her awards ceremony would be on. When she finally made the connection, she wanted to burst into tears. That night at dinner, she was unusually quiet.

Jake finally asked her what was wrong, and the tears poured out of her.

"Jake, I'm so sorry." She sobbed with her face in her hands. Jake was extremely confused. "Jay, what are you sorry for? What's wrong?"

"My WWJA ceremony. It's on your birthday!" Jaycee said with an exasperated sigh. "Okay?" Jake blinked slowly, still unsure about why Jaycee was apologizing to him.

"Okay? Jake! It's not okay! Your birthday is supposed to be the one day that is all about you! I can't make your birthday about me! That's not fair!" Jaycee stated as she waved her hands around for dramatic effect.

"Jaycee, I've had thirty-five birthdays all about me. It's fine if my thirty-sixth one is about you. Birthdays come and go, but my best girl winning a major award for something she's worked so hard at? That doesn't happen all the time. And what better way to spend my birthday than with the woman I love." Jake told her in a calming voice.

"So you're not mad?" Jaycee asked him in a sheepish tone. "No, I'm not mad. I'm happy for you. And I'm excited we get to do this together." Jake assured her.

Jaycee sighed and felt a tad better about the whole situation. But in her mind, she was plotting a way to make it up to Jake.

A few days later, she found herself staring at her computer screen. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Really, it was your fault for giving her the idea. Jaycee had come to you for help with an idea of what she could do for a subtle gift for Jake for his birthday. She wanted something they could both enjoy.

The color drained from her face when you'd suggested this. Jaycee immediately questioned you about it. "Jaycee, it's amazing. Trust me. There is a reason I don't mind state dinners anymore." You had told her with a wink. A blush crept over her face at the thought of you and Bradley, the president and first lady doing something more risqué, but she's couldn't exactly judge. She and Jake had been naughty in their fair share of places in the White House, but this— this was next level.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she quickly added the items you'd suggested to her cart, selected express delivery, and checked out. Three days later, she had the package tucked away in her side of the closet.

On the morning of Jake's birthday, Jaycee naturally decided to wake Jake up with morning head. After a romp in the sheets and the shower, you whisked her away for a day of hair, nails, makeup, and shopping.

That evening, Jake helped zip Jaycee into a stunning black gown with a tasteful slit on the side. Jake loved the way the neckling plunged to accentuate the swell of her breasts. He also lived for the fact that she kept her natural curls intact but had them half up for the evening. Jake would tell you without a shadow of a doubt that her curls were his favorite feature.

He carefully fastened the buckles of her black Louboutin pumps before trailing kisses up her ankle and leg. Before Jake could get to where he most wanted to be, Jaycee stopped him.

"Wait. I have something for you." She told him. "A birthday present."

Jake groaned. "I was trying to get to a present of my own," He huffed before standing up and taking the small box from her. His eyes went wide as he opened it up.

"Jay, are you serious right now?" He asked her. "As serious as a heart attack." Jaycee responded as she leaned back and rested her elbows on the bed before spreading her legs.

"Jaycee, we've done some pretty kinky things, but this is next level. I thought you were supposed to be my smart, good girl. But this—this is something a bad girl would do." Jake practically growled as he took the small, sleek toy from the box and admired it.

"Jake, you know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you. So what do you say, Mr. Vice President? Are you up for it?" Jaycee teased as she cocked her head to the side.

A sound somewhere between a growl and moan sounded from deep in Jake's chest he dropped to his knees and pushed her dress up high enough so he could pull her delicate lace panties down. They were already slick with her arousal.

Jake buried his nose in them and inhaled her scent. He reveled in the face that he was the only one who could make her feel this way.

Jaycee was thoughtly wet, but Jake wanted to make sure there would be no resistance. He held the toy up to her mouth. "Open," he commanded. Jaycee obliged him and wrapped her lips around the vibrator and coated it with her saliva. Jake pulled it from her lips before using his free hand to part her folds and spitting on her clit.

He mixed his saliva with her slick before securing the toy against her clit and sliding her underwear back in place. He licked the rest of her arousal from his fingers before hoisting Jaycee to her feet.

"You might want to go put on your lipstick. The car will be here in ten. I'll meet you downstairs." Jake breathed against her ear before grabbing his phone and the small remote and leaving.

Jaycee admired how good Jake looked in his tailored black tux as he walked away.

She was just about to put on her lipstick when she felt the toy turn on. The vibrations against her clit cause her to jolt forward. Her phone chimed and when she checked it, it was a cheeky text from Jake.

Just wanted to test it out. Let me know if it worked😉

He had typed.

Nothing but good vibes here 😏

Jaycee responded before capping her lipstick and slipping it into her clutch.

..............

Half an hour later, their private car dropped Jake and Jaycee off at the rear entrance to the Waldorf Astoria. Jake stepped out first before extending his hand and helping Jaycee out of the car.

He carefully placed his hand on the small of her back before escorting her into the building. During the short car ride, Jake had been having some fun with his birthday present, and Jaycee was already worked up. Jake had quickly found the perfect setting to keep her teetering on the edge, without going over.

All night, Jaycee glided across the ballroom, talking and interacting with journalists and news anchors from across the nation. Jake was more than happy to take a backseat and be her arm candy. He loved seeing her in her element. His heart swelled with pride every time some congratulated her.

They had both taken a break from the crowd to have a drink before dinner. Jaycee had just placed a champagne flute to her lips when Jake turned on the vibrator. Her eyes went wide as she tried not to choke on her drink before shooting Jake a warning look. He smirked back at her like he'd done nothing wrong.

Jaycee let the sensation of the vibrations wash over her. She bit down on her lip to keep a moan at bay. Jake pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, "You have to keep quiet baby, don't want everyone here to know what a bad girl you are, do we?" Before placing a kiss to her forehead.

Jaycee sighed and took a deep breath as Jake turned the toy off.

Soon, it was time for them to take their seats for dinner. Jake extended his arm for Jaycee as they walked to their table. From an outside perspective, it looked like the vice president was being the perfect gentleman, but Jaycee and Jake both knew it was because she didn't trust her legs.

Dinner was rather eventful. Every time Jaycee tried to have a conversation, Jake would turn the toy on, causing her to lose her train of thought, or let out a sound of surprise that she would have to cover up as nerves or allergies. By the time dessert was served and speeches were being made, Jaycee was thoroughly worked up, and Jake was too happy with himself. He knew that she absolutely had to be dripping down her thighs, and he couldn't wait to take her up to the presidential suite later and have his way with her.

He'd already gotten a peak at what was under her dress earlier today, and he couldn't wait to see the rest of it.

By the time dessert ended, Jaycee excused herself to the washroom and grabbed Jake's hand to drag him with her. Jaycee stomped down the hall with Jake in tow. She pulled him into a nearby restroom and locked the door. Jake took the opportunity to turn the toy on the highest setting. Jaycee couldn't help the cry of pleasure that left her lips as Jake sat her on the fine marble countertop and stepped in between her legs.

She wrapped them around his waist and carded her fingers through his hair. They kissed each other roughly, and their tongues battled for dominance in the kiss.

Both of them were too caught up in the moment to worry about the inevitable lipstick smear that would be on Jake's face as Jaycee trailed her lips from his mouth to his jaw to his ear.

Jake ground his hips into hers. She could feel just how painfully hard he was under his black dress pants.

Each bump of his hips ground the toy further into her clit, causing Jaycee to tumble closers and closer to the edge.

"Jake, fuck, I'm going to—" She panted out as he kissed her breathless.

"Fucking cum for me baby, I wanna get you all nice and fucked out before you get on that stage." Jake groaned in her ear as he continued to grind against her.

Jaycee couldn't fight it. Her toes curled in her shoes as the first of hopefully many orgasms of that night wash over her. Jake slotted his mouth over hers in an effort to drown out the moan of his name that she let out.

He quickly turned off the toy before dropping to his knees. He carefully pulled Jaycees panties off of her and removed the toy. He slipped it back into its small case and tucked it in her clutch before placing a kiss on her clit. Jaycee lurched forward at the sensation but welcomed it.

Jake quickly stood up and made a show of pressing Jaycees drenched panties to his nose and inhaling before tucking them in the inner pocket of his jacket. "I fucking love that I'm the only one who can do this to you." He smirked.

Her quickly helped clean her up before trying to get the traces of her lipstick off of his face. Jaycee reapplied a fresh coat of the deep crimson shade and the two of them crept out of the bathroom and made it back to their seats, just in time for the presentation of the awards to start.

Jake beamed with pride as Jaycee accepted hers and gave a small thank you speech. He was just about to take a few press photos with her when an older woman in attendance stopped him. "Mr. Vice President, I'm so sorry to bother you, but you have a little something on your chin." She told him.

Jake thanked her before grabbing a cocktail napkin and wiping his face. He chuckled as the evidence of he and Jaycee's earlier activities stared back at him.

After shaking a few hands and saying their goodbyes, Jake took Jaycee by the hand and led her to the elevator. Once the door was closed, he punched the button to the top floor before pinning her against the wall. Jaycee's fingers made quick work of Jake's bow tie, but before she could undo the buttons of his dress shirt, Jake grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head. He held her in place as his kissed her neck, Jaycee groaned as he lightly bit down on the juncture where her neck and shoulders met.

The elevator bell chimed, letting the couple know that they had arrived at their floor. Jake practically carried Jaycee down the hallway to their room.

Once they were inside, Jake scooped her up before carefully depositing her on the massive bed. He dropped to the floor to carefully unto the buckles of her heels and chucked them to the side. He was on a mission to finish what he started earlier, but before he could, Jaycee stopped him.

"Jake, I have one more surprise for you. Unzip me?" She asked him. Jake was more than happy to unzip her, but instead of letting her dress fall, Jaycee held it up around her as she turned to face Jake.

"Jake, I want you to get undressed except for your boxers, and then I want you to get a glass of whiskey and get comfortable on the bed and wait for me." Jaycee said before turning towards the bathroom.

Thankfully, their overnight bags had been brought up ahead of time. Jaycee grabbed hers and opened it.

She quickly let her dress fall to the floor before slipping into the black lingerie set she'd bought specifically for tonight. She took the pins out of her hair and fluffed it. Her makeup had smeared, but somehow it added to her sex appeal.

She slipped the baby doll cover over her lace set and strutted out of the bathroom.

Just like she'd asked him, Jake was waiting for her. He let out a wolf whistle as she stalked towards him. She stood at the foot of the bed and gave him a twirl so he could appreciate the full outfit.

Jaycee then climbed up the bed and straddled Jake's strong thighs.

"Happy Birthday, Mr. Vice President." She said to him in a sultry tone before taking the glass of whiskey from his hand and taking a long drink. Beads of the amber liquid slipped down her chin, but instead of swallowing, she grabbed Jake's jaw and tapped it with her thumb. He was more than happy to open it for her. Jaycee smiled before letting the warm liquid flow from her mouth into his. Jake eagerly drank it down before kissing her.

His hands roamed every inch of her lace cover body. His hands traced over her tattoo and scar on her side before cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples through the lace. Jaycee rolled her hips against his as she pushed her chest into his hands.

Jake's calloused fingertips moved down to her to her hips before sliding down to her supple rear. He grabbed the globes of her ass cheeks in each hand. His left had blindly traced over her "fuck the patriarchy" tattoo that she had there.

She remembers the first time Jake saw it. They had to stop in the middle of sex because he couldn't stop laughing at it. She and Wise-woman had gotten the tattoos as a joke, but now, the both were literally fucking the patriarchy. Jake loved it so much that he would occasionally pull out and cum on it. He had more than one picture of Jaycee's ass tat covered in his cum on his phone.

Jake made quick work of the baby doll slip and tossed it off of Jaycee. He went to work on the ties that held her bra and panties in place, but she stopped him.

"Jaycee! Let me unwrap my present." He whined. "But it's your birthday, I want to take care of you." Jayce countered.

"You did this morning, now let me enjoy you how I want you." Jake said before flipping her under him.

He slowly trailed his lips down her body. He grabbed one of the satin ties of her panties in his mouth and tugged it loose with his teeth before repeating the action to the other tie. He dragged them the rest of the way down her legs with his mouth before tossing them to the side.

Jaycee eagerly spread her legs for him. She was still absolutely soaked from their events earlier. Not wanting to waste time, Jake immediately licked a stripe up her core and sealed his lips around her clit.

Jaycee threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close. Jake used his strong hands to keep her thighs apart as he licked, nipped, and sucked at the delicate flesh before him. Jake rolled her clit between his teeth as he sank two fingers into her tight heat. Jayce arched her back as he fucked them into her in long, slow strokes.

Jake massaged her gspot over and over again. "Look at you, darlin. You look so fucking pretty like his. My smart girl all laid out for me." Jake drawled out. His accent becoming thicker as pleasure crowded his senses.

Jaycee preened at his words as she worked her hips against his face and fingers. She was still high from her previous orgasm and the adrenaline from winning her award. Jake's praise was just winding the band tighter and tighter inside her.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you looked on that stage? Every man in the room wanted to fuck you. But only I'm lucky enough to do that. Aren't I baby? I bet they all wished they had your cum soaked panties in their pockets, but that's something only I get to do. Might have to hang them in my office. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like everyone knowing exactly who you belong to?" Jake huffed out.

Jaycee was too lost in the feeling of his fingers working her to answer. Jake gave a harsh smack to her pussy. "Answer me." He commanded.

"Yes, sir! I'd love for everyone to know whose good girl I am." She cried out as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.

"And whose good girl are you?" Jake asks her.

"Yours, I'm yours. Please, I'm so close." She cried out, hoping he'll give her what she wants.

"Who am I?" Jake presses further.

"Jake, you're my Jake, and I'm your good girl." Jaycee groans out. Jake loves to hear her say that, but it's not giving him the satisfaction her wants. He wants to have her begging for him.

"Hmmm, not good enough. I know you're close. Beg for it." Jake commands.

"Jake, Mr. Vice President, please. I'm so fucking close." Jaycee babbles as her thighs trembled.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm your good girl. Please let me cum, Daddy!" She begs him, and that's when Jake's brain short circuts.

Jaycee has never called him "Daddy" before, and Jake never thought her had a daddy kink, but hearing it fall from her pretty pout has him drunk.

"Fuck. You are Daddys, good girl, aren't you? Show Daddy how good you can be and cum for him." Jake moans before sucking on Jaycee's swollen clit and speeding up his fingers.

Jaycee thrashes wildly above him, causing him to pin her hips down with his forearm.

With a final flick of his wrist, the dam breaks and Jayce cums hard as she rolls her hips against Jake's face. He laps at her core, drinking in every last drop of her until she's pushing him away.

He climbs back up her body and kisses her hard.

"Such a good girl for Daddy." He praises her as he pushes a few stray pieces of hair from her face.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Please." Jaycee breathlessly pleads with him.

Jake has never been one to deny her, so he pulls his boxers off and pumps his cock a few times before lining up with her entrance. Jake slowly sinks into her, inch by inch. Jaycee wraps her arms around him and claws at his shoulder blades as he stretches her.

When Jake is fully seated, he pauses before placing a tender kiss on Jaycee's lips.

He pulls back slowly before building a rhythm.

"Faster, Daddy, harder." Jaycee begs him as his hips snap into her over and over again.

Jake grabs onto the ornate headboard and uses it as leverage to drive into Jaycee harder and deeper. Her nails drag down his back, leaving red scratches in their wake. A physical reminder of their love-making that will linger for weeks to come.

Jake doesn't mind, though. The only thing he cares about is the woman underneath him, and the wonderful sounds he is drawing out of her.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, darlin. You're so fucking tight and wet and warm. S'like your pussy was made for me and only me." Jake punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips.

"Was made to be your good girl, Daddy." Jaycee coos out like she is drunk on the pleasure he is giving her. He feels her walls flutter and tighten around him, and Jake knows she's close.

He drops down to his forearms and slides one arm under her before bringing his other hand down to draw tight circles on her clit.

"Fuck, Daddy, right there. Don't stop!" Jaycee babbles out. Jake continues to rut into her until he feels her clench around him as her orgasm washes over her.

Jake follows behind her and spills deep inside her as she milks him for all he has.

He collapses on top of her. Jaycee keeps her legs wrapped tightly around him as she strokes her fingers through his hair.

Jake is still inside her, throbbing as his cock softens.

"Best—birthday—ever." He pants out as he looks at Jaycee with a lovesick smile that mirrors her own.

It takes nearly twenty minutes for the two of them to untangle from each other. After that, Jake draws a bath and orders room service. He and Jaycee spend the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, whispering praises and stealing kisses.

It may not be much time, but for the moment, they are thankful they only thing they have to get caught up in is each other.

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[gravyhoney]

your ninjago ocs look so fun and interesting!!!!! how do they fit into the series and universe?? do they get a season of their own????

Aaaaaa ty!!

So I have this horrible brain disease that makes me violently afraid of being cringe. (Crazy, I know, considering how much I post about cringe culture being dead and stuff) so putting them so interwoven into the story as I did was already a huge step for me (again. Crazy. I’m aware) but they do not have fanseasons of their own quite yet.

I’m really only gonna address Charlie and Toni in this one, bc Mirai is so underdeveloped and I have yet to even draw him, and Kit is a traveler from my own universe and has their own entire set of lore and stuff, and it would be too much to describe atm so Kit. Sorry.

Toni fits in end of season 5, she’s like. Freshly 18 and pursuing a journalism career, so gets a ride out to Stiix (yes. While it’s an active battleground.) so she can stop Jay and interview him. From there, they’re mostly doing background shit (I know. All of the shit they do. In my brain.) until abtttttt season 7, they switch jobs to work at Chen’s Noodles n starts dating Skylor, and tries being helpful n do investigative shit for the ninja in season 8, but. It. Goes badly. Yay yippeeeeee

Charlie, I love Charlie shes my little eensy. Charlie is an intensely tragic character and uh. I did that to her. Rip Charlie. She’s not technically relevant or fitting into the series until season 8, but the lore that lead her to that point starts at season 1 when the great devourer tradgedy happens and Charlie is the only remaining survivor of her family at 13 (family being a strong word for her grandma, and single mom, both of which. Did not fucking like Charlie.) but. Charlie essentially had to dig herself out of the rubble, and realized quickly that she’d been brushed off and counted as dead which started her crazy villain arc (not. Not rlly.) a bit down the road, with nowhere else to turn, she joins the Sons of Garmadon, and just kinda. Works with them, beats up Toni when Toni starts getting too nosy (in season 8 now) but then kinda. Fucks off when Garmadon actually gets resurrected, bc Charlie’s heart really wasn’t in it and she kinda, didn’t expect them to actually do it so that one’s on her for being. Stupid. But whatever.

Charlie is also kinda relevant in DR. More relevant than in Ninjago, and more relevant than Toni ended up being.

Sorry. Wow. This is a long post and I feel silly as I’m typing it pls bear with me.

So like, end of season one Charlie is found being held in an Imperium prison and convinces Lloyd to help them out a little, and. Goes home with them (like a stray cat or smth) where Lloyd tells the kids ‘DONT fuck with her, literally don’t even look at her she’ll be gone soon’ but. Charlie doesn’t leave. And becomes someone they can trust a little more and someone the DR kids like a lot, so while Lloyd has an intense distrust n dislike for Charlie, Charlie is like ‘woooo yippeeeeee hahahah :)’ and genuinely isn’t trying to hurt them or anything.

Idk.

Sorry.

Long posts.

Let me LIVE.

[crystaleclipse10]

Have a headcanon, leave a headcanon.

Need a headcanon, take a headcanon.

Lloyd loves someone playing with his hair (I use this a lot lol) which helps him calm down or fall asleep

Kai can make himself a human heater with his powers and becomes the center of a giant group pile on the cold nights (he doesn't mind)

Cole is very good at singing and dancing but he rarely talks about it and usually avoids the subject

Post season 11 Zane keeps a journal every night as a backup memory in case his gets wiped (cause THAT never happens)

Nya knows the workings of a forge inside and out from helping Kai when they were younger. Actual metalworking is not easy for her but she can do it

Jay could learn to affect the electrical signals in people's brains if he wanted to. He knows about this, and it terrifies him, so he refuses to learn. But he could

Vengestone hurts to touch for elemental masters but is harmless to normal people

In Crystalized, whenever a ninja with a golden weapon uses their powers, the corrupted golden weapon charges up in equal strength

[ontheroad-again]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

MSec: Less Henry and Elizabeth and the kids and more perspectives from the staff!!! Nadine especially (obviously), but all of them, really. I think one of the (many, many) things The West Wing got right was giving every senior staff character enough screen time to be fully fleshed out from day one, and MSec really didn’t do enough of that. There’s a reason why people love The Seventh Floor and a couple other more staff-centered episodes so much–those felt like watching the gears turning in the State Department instead of “Perfect Married Couple Agonize Over Problem Child of the Day.” I think that’s part of why I write so much Nadine, Blake, and Jay—everything outside of H/E seems to be lacking in quantity both in canon and fandom writings. 

Also, the obvious: Have Nadine stay through the end. The show was really a shell of itself within a season of her exit and I don’t think they ever really made up for that. 

Cheers: Lilith’s exit from Cheers. I understand the need to write her out because Bebe was leaving, but a) there were so many other ways to do that and b) the eventual divorce would still have been believable without Lilith having an affair. And if nothing else, I find it completely out of character that she would leave Frederick to do so.

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

50/50. I am guilty of pouring all of my own issues and feelings onto characters in order to process them, so in that regard, I largely write for myself. In fact, I had written a significant amount of MSec fics (and West Wing fics, actually) for four years before I decided to post anything—I really just love the writing process, plus it was like a strange form of journaling for me 🤣 But I’m glad I started posting fics, because it has been very fun to write for others as well and hear people’s thoughts about my writing and what they enjoy in stories. (Yay for external validation 🤣) And having an audience, no matter how small, definitely makes it much easier to motivate myself to keep chipping away at a story chapter/topic that is proving difficult for me to get past for whatever reason.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics? 

Fairly regularly. I feel as though when I write multichapters I sometimes lose the style, cadence, rhythm, etc. that I work very hard at getting right in my one-chapter character study/theme-based pieces. So I’ll often return to fics like Lua, March, Doomsday (usually the slightly longer one-chapter ones) and reread them to reset my brain back to focusing on rhythm and the natural crescendo of whatever piece I’m currently writing. 

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

Yes!!! I want a career that involves writing in some form—no idea what that will be yet, but that is the goal! I write songs and prose-poem type things in my free time already, and I have a couple of partially finished book drafts lying around, especially one that is on hold currently because I am about to have zero free time for the next two months. And I love essay-type writing too–it’s almost always my favorite part of school and I would not at all mind getting to write essays or formal papers for part of work someday. 

Thank you for the ask! :)

[myloveforhergoeson]

hi hello u have given me permission to info dump, so here’s four fun facts about some of my btr ocs!

noah was obsessed with curious george as a kid, and still has a george stuffie! him and carlos eventually get all the curious george movies + episodes on tape

saylor and kendall write a ton of songs together. in my universe, passing time by heffron drive ft logan henderson is actually a sayendall/ kaylor (need to decide on a shipname for them) cowritten song and it ends up on a deluxe version of btr’s 24/seven album.

elisa has a scar in between her eyebrows from falling and hitting her head on a rock as a baby. if you look really closely you can see the divot.

wren and olive watch home alone every year for christmas. even when they are apart.

and now i ask for four hcs for daisy and roxy!

you literally always have permission to info dump <3333 the noah and carlos fact in particular is really getting to me... the 2006 curious george movie is one of the first movies i remember seeing in the theater !! also the jack johnson soundtrack is like an inside joke between me and my friends. i relate to them on the loving curious george train

saylorkendall... the couple that you are... i am so interested in their story and i'm so excited to see what you write of them in the future <3 there's about a thousand ideas for writing songs together i have bouncing around in my brain and i'll play them like a movie in my head until i get your take hehe

poor elisa!! that must have been so scary :(( i feel like everyone had like one freak accident as a child and knowing that about her humanizes her so much more than you already have been... god i love her so much

the wren and olive one has me falling to the floor and shaking my fist at the sky bc that's literally me and my sister rn both of us had to watch over the garden wall apart this fall when we normally watch it together 😭😭

anddd idk if you wanted four for each, but here's the first few things that came to mind

roxy has been journaling since she was 10! she started writing things down during the day to tell her dad when he got home from work because she was tired of forgetting important things she wanted to share. she also used it to cope with her tougher feelings when he wasn't around to talk to. it just kind of stuck as she grew older and eventually turned into the songbook-journal hybrid she has now. she's got a bunch of the same type of moleskin notebooks in her room in all different colors detailing so much of her life

daisy submits some of her artwork to the chesterfield county fair every year!! she's never won a blue ribbon, but she does love getting to share some of her favorite spots around chester through her landscape sketches. that's her main art subject, but sometimes she draws her friends and family for fun! she thinks this blends with her want to be a historian pretty well - she could sketch out the historical scenes she studies to help provide a visual addition!!

though cassette tape is her favorite music format, rox knows that's not super practical in her day and age... so she saved up the money from her job at the radio station and bought a bright blue iPod to download (read: rip from limewire) her more recent music taste. she's usually listening to music when she's alone; she doesn't really care for silence !

daisy's brother jay-jay is older than her by 2 years! they're very close and confide in each other about nearly everything. he's looking into culinary schools now that he's graduated high school and she's terrified of being separated from him :( they've been around each other their entire lives and she doesn't really understand why he wants to go to school so far away from their home

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

I have 3 separate Cole fic ideas clanking around in my brain. I can't decide on which to write so you guys get to decide

[s0lar-ch3ri]

lil mythborne hcs because ive fallen in love with them again (maybe spoilers so yeah)

(theyre absolutely roommates btw for less confusion) ryan and aster have woken up several times in the middle of the night to see connor watching "incorrect history" by ted

these three act so close many think theyre all in a relationship with each other (and one of my headcanons says yes cause i got a ton of alt hcs)

asters sapphic awakening was the gardeners in the gardening club, ryans gay awakening was asters dad (not romantic fucking ew like he just realized men were pretty then), and connors ace realization hit while researching about the frat

they can all be pan, poly, and ace spectrum if i try hard enough (and i do)

listen to me for this: boyflux aster

professor aeliana was quite a comfort to connor after his brothers passing, as when connor's grades were dropping due to lack of motivation and using most his energy to not break down or "do something irrational" as hed put it, he offered help with work and recommended him a therapist (who helped him a lot), plus even offered him a place to talk if he really needed it

biwi is a registered therapy rat

aster offers tutoring as shes very good with work and commonly has lots of free time (she uses some of it to talk with biwi)

you know how the mana goddess of the sun just happens to be named aster? hear me out...

despite what some think, ryans actually pretty smart as its necessary to have good grades in school to participate in sports

i cant get the idea out of my head that romeo tried to cast aster ryan and connor as riptide characters for a play he wanted to try, but ended up not having enough actors for (ryan would be gill, aster would be jay plus characters like lizzie, amanda rinn, and niklaus hendrix because shes turned out to have a good voice for them, and connor would be chip, with biwi as pretzel)

ryan likes giving presents and eventually got better at matching items to people (connor has a friendship bracelet, a moon shaped pencil sharpener, a journal for art which unknown to ryan has a picture of them together on the cover, etc.)(aster has a fucking random bobble head, a sunflower pencil sharpener, a small locket, etc)

all of them can draw and get art tips while doing it, so you can see some similarities in their styles despite them being different (aster learned because she wanted to draw out where flowers would go and eventually drew flower people and flowers as people, connor used it as a way to vent out and study better, ryan did it for the sillies and saw how much fun aster and connor had so he started back in middle school and shit)

not a hc but i cant stop thinking about mermaid aster rn

these guys are seen as "oh they could never do harm" but biwi knows the horrors of being in a room with them after mario party (everyone has had a breakdown at least 3 times from it)

once connor had an insomnia induced theory about a mythical land called "texas" and did a 3 hour presentation on its possible existance, ending at 3, for ryan and aster and the next day he forgot about it and never brought it up again and they think about it sometimes

ill say more when my brain lets me think up more

[macabrelinguine]

MH boys separately, with a s/o who betrays them. Not cheating, but like, they turn out to be a 'villain' of sorts and actually helping the other side (if that makes sense? An example ig would be a s/o of Jay or Tim helping Alex reach his goals)

Oooooh, love the creative prompt. I’ll just be going with the main two for now as I am about to rest. Hope you enjoy!

Tim

Tim would be furious. But mostly at himself. Why didn’t he see the signs?! He found out you were working with Alex when he found a journal you’d been writing in open on the floor when he was packing up a hotel room. He didn’t mean to snoop, but he accidentally read a few words when he was picking it up. He got confused, so he read a little more. You were writing about secretly meeting with Alex, planning strategies, and trying to find the best way to end the sickness. You had written lists of people who did, probably did, or might have the sickness. You had maps of houses, with all possible entrances noted. You had pictures of people, with their schedules, strengths, and weaknesses listed. You even had a page for him, with a picture, his schedule, and a question mark at the top. When he finished reading it all, he sank to the floor, huddling into the corner. You couldn’t have- you WOULDN’T have- but you did. All the evidence was right there, in the book you forgot to close. When you get back from the store, ready to drive to the next location, your stuff is in a neat pile in the still open motel room. A note placed on top reads “Leave me the fuck alone. And next time you try to trick someone, close your journal”

Jay

Jay finds out when he’s walking through the forest, supposed to be in the motel. He finds a small, one room cabin and decides to investigate. While outside, he peeks into the window. The glass is wavy, so he can only see silhouettes. But he can still hear voices. You….and Alex?! He gets confused, and at first he thinks you’re in trouble, so he moves to go inside, but then his brain registers what you two are saying. You’re talking about Tim. About how to kill him. Jay doesn’t always have the best relationship with Tim, but he cares about him. He gets upset and sits under the window to keep listening. Eventually the subject gets to HIM. He listens intently, leaning against the wall. You’re reluctant to kill him, you say. Alex questions you, saying that’s the whole reason you’re with him. So he’ll trust you. Jay gasps involuntarily. Then, hearing the voices stop, and then shuffling noises, he runs. He runs back to the motel, hastily editing and uploading the next entry. When you get back hours later, after thoroughly searching the woods, all his stuff is gone. All your stuff is where you left it, but any trace of Jay has disappeared. You go on the computer, checking the YouTube channel to see if he’s okay, or in danger, or hurt. What you see instead is text of the screen that says “today, while in the forest, I discovered something terrible. Then, footage of a small cabin. The conversation you had mere hours before. Jay gasping, then running. The camera cuts, and the words on the screen say “Tim, if you’re watching this, wherever you are, stay safe. And Alex, and the people working with him, stay away from me.”

[that-one-producer]

Journal Entry: 8/10/24

I don’t really know where to start. But let’s start with the fact that I, Jay Lee-Kim have messed up entirely. I killed someone to protect my husband, to protect my integrity, to protect my pride, my ego. She attacked him and all I saw was red. My wolf consumed my body faster than my human side could comprehend and i snapped, went rogue and ended her life. Before I knew it, I was in Jail, blood on my hands, on my clothes, on my face. I couldn’t wash it off, I couldn’t get rid of it. Eric went home that day trying to figure out how to get me out but I was still berserk, my eyes never changed back but I didn’t resist I didn’t retaliate, I listened to all commands of law enforcement. My wolf was in control for a while, suppressing my human side because of the guilt. I don’t regret killing her but I regret the circumstances it became to get to that point.

Upon coming home I witnessed my two lovers fighting, my heart sunk even more. Watching them point blame’s at each other making it about themselves when I was the one who was really hurting inside so I turned to the one person I knew who would always have my back… my Son Jamie. Jamie and Aera took care of me. I cried and cried til I couldn’t cry anymore, I was numb and depressed. I lost myself upon coming home, I’m a different man than what I was before going to New York. Isaac and Arlo came to console me, Eric wasn’t anywhere to be found, having ran off with Danny like he normally does. I hadn’t spoken to him since the incident, he was still angry and upset, so I sat with my tail between my legs and my pride shut down, disconnecting my emotions for a while so no one could feel the hurt and sadness I was experiencing.

Killing her was not the problem for me, the problem is the amount of pride I bestowed upon myself that I wouldn’t ever kill any living being regardless of good or evil. She was evil, vile and wicked. Her soul belonging to the underworld as she roamed the halls of Fame aimlessly. None of this would have even happened if she didn’t take credit for tracks she didn’t write, she stole discrediting the people who spent hours trying to help her get a smash hit album. And now where am I? In a psych ward, mute and still numb, trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s gone and my life had drastically changed since then. For a while I thought I was getting better. Picking up old hobbies, going to see Joon for therapy, going running and swimming but it didn’t help the guilt I still felt on my human side.

I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m a failure or that I’m a bad person, but the trauma has been eating me alive, reliving the same moments over and over, shaking and screaming in terror every night when I’m asleep is a deeper feeling. The imagery spreads like wildfire, unable to really piece together the series of events that lead to that point. It was just self defense, I’m not a murderer. I was provoked and it was fight or flight mode. I couldn’t let her hurt Eric even more so I did what I did, I’m not proud of it but there’s nothing I can do about it now. My mental state is crippling and scattered. I’m not heavily drugged up but I’m drugged up enough to forget the pain, to forget the sorrow. I mourn the man I once was but I know I can be better, I can be stronger for the sake of myself and my family.

I must continue to strive and get better. Things are better between Eric and I as well as Isaac and Arlo. I miss them, I miss their warmth beside me, their hugs and kisses. I want to continue to grow and move past this. I’m tired of feeling sorry for myself, for feeling weak, I often question my ranking as an Alpha because why did I feel remorse? A lot of unanswered questions zoom and buzz in my brain a million miles per minute. My values and integrity have changed, the perspective on life is much more different than the Jay I was before.

The stars will align soon again, I must get rid of the grief and open up more but my heart is resisting. Possibly because I’m not ready to face the outcome of everything just yet but I don’t constantly want to live my life in fear. I’m an alpha for fucks sake. This was probably a mess and all over the place but that’s the start of my journey. I hope in the future I can write more and be better.

Until next time - Jay

[ultfreakme]

Just finished listening, your songs list for those three couples are spot on....Do you mind if I ask similar question, what songs that come to your mind when you think of JayJon, SatoSugu, and BingQiu? Thanks if you want to answer....

Yesss!! I unfortunately have none for BingQiu ;_; The donghua's music is pretty good so I often listened to that for them.

But the other ships did pick my brain

JayJon

Powerless by Waterparks: It's a very sweet song about how the singer wants to spend time with their lover, live in the moment and how powerless they feel around them. It feels very much like Jon about Jay. The only guy who can make Superman forget his strength and drop his armor is his lover <3. This part is so Jon:

"And you can devastate my personal space I never liked it anyway"

Your Best American Girl by Mitski: This wasn't picked by me, this is the JayJon server-assigned song for Jay about Jon. The song's about conforming to American standards. Jay's Gamorran & has had to live in America because of the devastation in his own country. He's recently had to abandon his secret identity, his own methods of journalism and his former team, all because he was by Jon's side. He now works FOR a Superfam member. He's had to mold so much of himself to Jon and it's sad, it's clearly affecting Jay and neither of them want this but due to Jon's family being the Superfamily, there's nothing they can do.

SatoSugu

Sleepless by Dutch Melrose: It's about fearing that the person you love is moving on without you, that they've found love and happiness in a place that isn't you and wanting them back. Now that's like every break-up song, but a few lines really reminded me of Gojo's feelings on Geto.

"Started as friends, but less than lovers It's all making sense, on days I'm thinking about us I can't pretend I never wondered If you'll need me like I've needed you"

Lilith by Halsey ft. Suga: It was the anthem for Diablo IV and I know nothing about this game but I DO know this was an og Halsey song modified to be about the relationship between the characters Lilith and Inarius. A super important demon and angel, both commanders in a really, really long war who got tired of the fight entirely and wanted to change things. They were lovers and things seemed to be going fine until things flipped and suddenly they were enemies. These lines are SO GETO;

"Well, everything that I say, I believe (you know because Gojo thought he was being OOC and didn't understand wtf made Geto leave but Geto is serious about.....the killing every non-sorcerer thing) Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve And change like a season, reason for nothin' I am disruptive, I've been corrupted"

also

"I've been gone 'cause I been on this road too long"- this is so JJK0 Geto, he's been doing this shit way too much to stop right now. There's no way out.

[fawna12]

Edit after the fact: This took me an hour that I was really supposed to be doing something else during so please consider reading it if you are interested in chronicle zero it is just a brain dump of all of my random thoughts but i hope to summon other genlosers who might like it

alright so this is gonna be a LONG post that's just Chronicle 0 theories and probably won't be edited too much because at some point I'll be typing as fast as my brain is going

Starting from the top, the connecting post from the generation loss twitter. This is the same connecting... type thing as from some Gen 1 teasers, especially with the portal thingy which means that, going by infinite alternate universes theory segment it's probably the reason we can see the things Zero writes.

In other words, the portal/connecting thing could be what let us watch Showfall Media's show, and could be the same thing that's putting Zero's journal in twitter posts for us.

Then Zero replies to it (kinda) with their first journal post, talking about how they're supposed to categorize their thoughts. Zero thinks it's dumb. The date is sometime in the 1900's, probably gonna be important later for time period and stuff. However, probably 1970's or later due to a later entry by Zero. The journal stuff was probably suggested by Mary (therapist?) as suggested by a later post. She wants Zero to keep writing.

Next, theres a poll with 3 hellos. I am forming this thought as I am writing it, but the polls seem to have an extremely different vibe than the journal entries. They could be a different person, someone from generation loss, or they could be Zero from a different time period... The definition of generation loss is "The loss of quality between subsequent copies or transcodes of data." (Wikipedia) could this be Zero from after the story starts, trying to ask for help or communicate? If so, does Zero know about the journal posts? I'm going to treat the polls as a different version of Zero for the rest of this analysis even though that isn't very likely.

The next post referances how it's been 8 months. 8 months since what? Given that Zero started writing in July, it was likely December or maybe November when something happened to Zero. Did Zero lose memories? Something happened to Zero, but what? Was it lostfield? What happened in December? Definitely something traumatic for them.

Continuing that section, Zero is getting treated poorly, and their family as well. This could easily be because of what happened in December. Did Zero do something? If Zero did something, other people might view them as a monster and be treating them poorly because of that. Zero made a list of good things and bad things, which can sometimes be something therapists ask you to do, making me think more that the journal is therapist sanctioned. The good things include their family, dog, Jay (partner? best friend?) something thats crossed out, and the journal they're writing in. They don't list the bad things, saying that they won't ever forget those. Is this a book so they don't forget their feelings? Are they worried about their memory? They also say that writing is helping.

There's another poll, between Who? or What?. Not much information to go along with that, so i'm skipping it.

J, presumably Jay, says that Zero should log their "wild dreams". This is where it starts getting interesting :D

D1 (dream one) Zero was in a red field (LOSTFIELD??) and it was all weird. For some reason, this made me think about nuclear stuff. Ranboo did say that radiation exposure was on the genloss board of ideas, but I don't think that generation 0 will have that, at least not much with the information that we have currently. Zero states that they were trying to find something, and then fell into a chasm. They state that the chasm felt unnatural and unstable. The cave shifts and they feel like they're being FORCED TO WATCH IT. And then the dream loops. Could this be a generation loss glitch? stay with me here, but what if this is a different one of the infinite worlds that's being accidently projected into Zeros mind as they sleep? Unlikely, but possible. It could also be what happened to them 8 months ago... or what will happen to them (poll person?).

Next post- Zero doesn't like work. This is the post that makes me think the year is 1970 or later, as it's mentioned that the manager is old and doesn't understand what they're selling due to his age. That implies that it could be technology retail, making me think of a later year. "the comments hes made have gotten on my nerves" harassment over normal stuff, or could it be over a side effect of whatever happened 8 months ago to Zero?

Ooooo Zero showed their dream to Jay and Jay thinks it's a cycle/Zero being forced to relive stuff. I really think there's going to be some sort of time loop in the show this time, like in groundhog's day and some other movies. Zero will probably get stuck. Jay likes supernatural stuff- Oh wait Ranboo mentioned this generation will have ghosts and stuff is Zero being haunted? THE POLLS COULD BE MADE BY GHOSTS OH MY GOD I WONDER IF THAT'S IT. that would be so cool and would make sense what if the ghosts are showing Zero how they died. Are the ghosts showing Zero how they died while Zero is sleeping. Oh no Zero's going to have so much trauma. IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED EIGHT MONTHS AGO DID SOMETHING HAPPEN LETTING THE GHOSTS CONNECT WITH ZERO THAT WOULD BE SO COOL probably not but like- okay back to the posts Zero doesn't believe in the supernatural despite Jay believing in it and knowing a lot about it.

wowie dream 2 okay Zero is definitely a high schooler or college student as they mention school and work as part of their normal day. Anyway the dream is a normal day but then they end up looking at the stars on the hood of Zero's car. Zero mentions a "we", could be friend group or Zero and Jay? Maybe Zeros family. Zero was calm, but the sky was ripply (like water?) and the stars looked weird. then everything else was gone and the sky crashed into them until they woke up?

If the dreams are from ghosts, then that ghost either drowned or got crushed by something from the sky. Could be a bomb or something, maybe.

oh my god it's another poll the poll is between Stop or Don't

Don't won. If the polls are from ghosts then this could be them asking if they should stop sending Zero dreams. If the polls are from Zero in the future... they could be Zero begging someone to stop torturing them that would be funnn.

Dream three! (this analysis is almost over and if you read all of it then thank you) Zero is in a hospital with alarms blaring and they know something is happening. TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP THEY TRY TO FIND AN EXIT BUT KEEP ENDING UP IN THE SAME SPOT they don't know anything but that they have to get out... get out before what? they start panicking and then something starts chasing them. Oh this is an interesting sentence "It's screams sounded like my own, like I was out of air but still needed to make a sound." the phrasing of needed to make a sound and the fact that its screams sounded like Zero... The screams sounding the same remind me of the wire monster from Generation One absorbing Charlie. The fact that it sounded like Zero NEEDED to make a sound is incredibly concerning, but then again Zero and presumably the thing chasing them are both trapped. they are all trapped. Zero runs out of energy and then wakes up right before they can see the thing come through the door they just went through.

If these are ghosts, then this one died trapped in a hospital, possibly being chased by an attacker. (or alarms could be because of an air raid or smthing if I'm trying to connect this to as many theories as possible) This dream makes me feel like the POV is of someone younger. being trapped and having something chasing you until you run out of energy feels like something a child would feel, especially combined with the hospital and alarms. I'm not sure why I feel like that though.

At the end of that entry, Zero says that they're late, likely for school, and then they leave.

but then there's another poll

RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN

or

KEEPGOINGKEEPGOINGKEEP

if the polls are from Zero's future self, then Slightly Older Zero could be living through the dreams. Maybe what Zero does in the dreams effects what Zero can do later.

If the polls are from ghosts, im not sure what this one would mean.

okay last journal entry before this post is done! Zero starts by quoting J "you never know when inspiration and or a traumatic experience will hit you" I really hope that Jay is a character in the filmed part of Generation 0, they seem great. This does kinda confirm that whatever happened to Zero was traumatic though. Zero then says that Mary was right about writing in this helping them. (this is why I think Mary might be Zeros therapist) then Zero says "maybe she could be right about me. Im hopeful." This makes me think maybe Zero views themself poorly due to whatever happened to them. Very interesting

Alright this post is finally over thank you for reading my rambles I'm so excited for this generation and the rest of generation loss thank you again bye!