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callmebrycelee · 3 months ago

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9-1-1 REACTION

These are my confessions, just when I thought that I was starting to fall in love, my boyfriend unceremoniously decided to dump me.

After a week off and a presidential election that felt like a season of American Horror Story, we finally got a new episode of the gay firefighter show. Unfortunately I was spoiled by the episode's ending courtesy of Tumblr but nothing could've ever prepared me for how infuriating things would get. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start at the beginning. This reaction is for the season 8, sixth episode "Confessions" which originally aired November 7th, 2024. The episode was written by Andrew Meyers and directed by Life Goes On and Pretty Little Liars actor, Chad Lowe! Spoilers ahead!

Best plot?

This week's episode focuses on a handful of our main characters. We finally get some time with Eddie and we get a bonkers storyline involving Buck and Tommy. However, it is Maddie and Chimney's plot that is my favorite. A few episodes ago, Hen and Karen regained custody of Mara which means Jee-Yun is back to being an only child. Maddie laments that Jee-Yun is having trouble adjusting to a life where Mara isn't her big sister anymore even though the two see quite a bit of each other. She suggests having a second child but Chimney has some trepidation about having another kid. During an emergency involving a little kid getting stuck in a drain pipe a la "Eddie Begins", Chimney consoles his older brother who blames himself for his little brother wandering off and winding up in a dangerous situation. The little boy (played by Tiberius Byrd) volunteers himself to be lowered down in the pipe so he can pull his absolutely adorable baby brother out of the drain. Afterwards, Chimney warms to the idea of having a little brother or sister for Jee-Yun.

In their final scene, Chimney and Maddie have a raw and open conversation regarding their concerns about having another child. Chimney tearfully tells Maddie that if she is ever feeling sad or overwhelmed, she needs to come to him. She doesn't get to leave or try to figure it out on her own. He asks for total and complete transparency. Wow! I think we sometimes forget that while Maddie is a trauma magnet, Chimney has been right there since the beginning experiencing those tragedies with her. He went through the Doug situation with her. He spent six months raising Jee-Yun on his own while looking for Maddie. For him, having another child could send Maddie back down that same dark path again.

Now Maddie has some conditions of her own. She tells Chimney that they can't go into her pregnancy acting like she's broken. Oh, and yes you read that correctly. Maddie is pregnant! Yay!!! This is the best thing to come out of the episode and it makes me excited for this couple. Hopefully this time around, things will be much better for them.

Best emergency sequence?

We got three emergency sequences this episode but the best by far is the one involving veteran actor Jonathan Silverman. The Weekend at Bernie's and more recently Goosebumps actor plays a man named Walter Schaffer who is in the middle of a nasty divorce. His soon-to-be ex-wife, Liza Schaffer (played by Silverman's real-life wife Jennifer Finnigan) points out that Walter sneezes when he's lying and Walter has been sneezing a LOT! As things reach a boiling point between the two, Walter lets out one last sneeze which causes his stomach to split open and his guts to fall out. I really wish I could've taken a picture of my mom when this happened, She hasn't been this horrified by a 9-1-1 show since Owen Strand decided to perform CPR on a man frozen solid by his cryotherapy chamber.

This whole scene is mostly played for laughs even though Walter has been eviscerated. After last episode's gut-wrenching accident involving Denny Wilson, it was nice to have a low stakes emergency. Also, it was good to see Jonathan Silverman. I love when they bring veteran actors in to have them perform these small roles. It's one of the reasons I like Ryan Murphy shows so much. He always pays homage to the legends. Oh, and Walter is okay. Even though he spilled his guts, he's still a creep! You made the right decision, Liza!

Episode MVP?

This was a tough one. None of our main characters did anything particularly outstanding this week. This episode is giving filler but I still enjoyed it. However, since I do need to pick someone to be this week's MVP, I'm going to choose everyone's favorite dispatcher - Josh Russo. Josh mostly serves as comic relief in this series but I thought what he had to say to Buck was particularly noteworthy. As someone who is part of the pre-Glee world. I relate so hard to what people like Josh and Tommy have gone through as gay men. I graduated in the early-2000s and even though life was much improved for LGBTQ+ people than let's say the 70s, 80s, and 90s, I still didn't feel comfortable coming out until my late-20's. Buck's coming out was so simple and much of that is due in part to the queer people that came before him. I'm sure someone like Josh had a difficult time prior to coming out and Tommy went as far as getting into a serious relationship with a woman before he finally made the decision to come out. Had the end of this episode gone a lot differently, I think Josh's monologue would be even better. I also love that he called Buck in instead of calling him out. I wish we got more scenes with Josh and Buck because as of right now they are the only two queer male characters on the show.

BuckTommy Corner

I've been dreading writing this part of the reaction mostly because it might be the last BuckTommy Corner we ever get. A lot of fellow shippers online seem to think that we may see Buck and Tommy reunite but the ending of this episode has me convinced that we aren't getting the BuckTommy endgame many of you have been asking for since the two first touched lips. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself again.

After last episode's stellar development of Buck and Tommy's relationship, this episode's writer decided to burn it all down. Our first scene between Buck and Tommy finds them back where it all began. It's their six-month anniversary and Tommy has gotten Buck basketball tickets. Things seem to be going swimmingly between the two of them until some hot blonde comes over and asks Buck to take a picture of her and her friends. Buck seems very awkward by the situation but Tommy assures him it's okay for him to find other women attractive. Whew! Crisis averted! I was so sure this was going to be the conflict of the episode.

Then we get Tommy admitting to Buck that he is a Kinsey scale six which means he's g-g-gay ... even though once upon a time he was engaged to a 9-1-1 dispatcher with the most amazing hair. Yes, folks, Tommy Kinard was engaged to Abby Clark. Tommy mentions that after he ended things, Abby went on to date a himbo. Buck is completely shooketh by this revelation and goes to his sister for advice. This is where we get the fantastic monologue from Josh. Buck decides to come clean to Tommy and figures that this changes nothing about their relationship.

Tommy apologizes for calling Buck a himbo and the latter asks Tommy to move in with him. Then everything goes to absolute shit. Tommy spouts some bullshit about being Buck's first (male) relationship but he will not be his last. Tommy says he doesn't want to get his heart broken again and then throws up the deuces to a very confused Buck. I'm sorry, y'all! What in the absolute hell just happened! I don't know who that man was. I know he looked like Lou Ferrigno Jr. playing Tommy Kinard but it's like some alien took over Tommy's body during this scene. This is not the same man we have gotten to know over the few seasons. Yes, Tommy did have some reservations about getting into a relationship with Buck so soon after his coming out but they squashed all of that way back in 7x05. Since then, these two have been building something amazing only to have it blown up so unceremoniously at the end of this episode.

Now, as I mentioned prior, the ending to this episode was spoiled. After learning about the breakup, I immediately went to the BuckTommy Reddit and learned that others were as similarly confused as I was. To make matters worse, it appears that Lou Ferrigno Jr, is as equally flummoxed by the decision to end things as the viewers, which is not a good look for the show. Why give us all that development in "Masks" only for Tommy to exit stage left. Thankfully, Lou announced that he will be returning to S.W.A.T. so I'm comforted that I will get to see him again in a skin-tight black T-shirt. One thing I will say about Lou is the man stays working. Check out his IMDb. He may not be the series lead but he stays working and he will continue to work because he seems to be an extremely competent and professional actor.

The end of this episode left a bad taste in my mouth and I'm not just saying that because of the BuckTommy breakup. I've somewhat suspected that things have not been good with this show for a very long time but as long as I got scenes with Buck and Tommy, I was willing to keep going. This show is in its eighth season and we keep putting these characters through the same paces. Eddie's still trying to figure out how to be a good dad to Christopher seven seasons later. Maybe the show is getting a bit stale? I dunno. This episode just felt less fun for some reason. Perhaps I need to watch it again.

With that said, I will continue to watch 9-1-1 because I do love the characters on this show and the actors that play them. Oh, and by the way, please do not give Lou or Oliver any hate for simply playing what was written for them. Also, a lot of you are upset with Oliver and calling him biphobic. Now, do I think he said some problematic things in the last interview he did? Yes. Do I think he needs to be nailed to the cross for it? Absolutely not! I think we as viewers and members of the LGBTQ+ community need to take a page out of the Book of Josh and start calling people in instead of calling people out. We are very reactionary people and I totally get it. Being part of a marginalized group (or two, or three) especially here in America is rough and we find ways to protect ourselves to prevent harm from being inflicted on us. With that said, I believe it is quite possible to take an ally to task without potentially alienating them. As an elder, millennial gay, I think that's something we can all get better at! Until next time ...

#abc 911 #911 abc #athena grant #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #howard chimney han #maddie buckley #tommy kinard #blw reactions #911 reactions #bucktommy #911 8x06

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sandyca5tle · 1 month ago

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Slime HRT Story - Two of One

Prrrrbbbbffhhh was the noise the escaping gas made as I pushed air out of my body, relaxing my form having finally finished a focused night of raiding, finally enjoying the peace and quiet now that everyone had signed off. I had no issue with the noise, but between focusing on my rotation, and doing the mechanics of the fight, along with making and following the calls of everyone else, it could be a little draining.

I checked the time: 22:00, not quite late enough for me to want to head to bed, but I was a little too drained to do much else. I checked through discord, replying to a few people, reacting to a few memes, idly shifting my arms a little as I typed, creating blobs and spikes sticking out from the limb. I spun around in my chair, looking around my room to see if there was anything there that struck my fancy. I found nothing.

Picking up my phone and scrolling though some random apps for a little, I came across a little comic. It was of a slime (because of course I follow people who have slime art) who split themselves into two before proceeding to enact dual mischief on the other characters. This got me thinking though: That was something I hadn’t tried. Despite all my time messing with my shape and form, anytime I had split any slime off of myself, it had become inert goo, it didn’t become a second me.

I sat, thinking for a moment, slowly letting my form coalesce into a nearly spherical shape as I pondered. I was fairly certain there must be a way, after all, my understanding was that slimes reproduced by mitosis, so there had to be some way to do it…

Cores I thought to myself My slime only becomes inert once it no longer has a connection to my core.

It seemed really obvious in hindsight - as much as I was the oozy, gooey slime, I was also the small green, crater-pocked orb that sat inside it, and when it came down to it, that was where ‘me’ was stored. So all I had to do was… make?.... A second core for the second me….

“Well how am I supposed to do that?” I asked aloud

I decided that just thinking about it wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so I hopped from my chair over to my bed, ready to begin trying…. something…

I was very familiar with shaping, so decided I’d start there. I extended a tendril, which slowly began to enlarge at the end, quickly forming a shape nearly identical to my current blobby body. That was the easy part done, now I just had to somehow make a core.

I focused on the centre of the other body, trying to will a core into being. Slowly the goo began to coalesce and I thought I had it!.... Only to find that I’d just made a dense blob of sap in the middle of the other body…. So clearly that wasn’t going to work.

Of course it wouldn’t work - you’re trying to replicate mitosis but you’re just making a weird shaped part of yourself part of me pointed out

Well sorry for not knowing how to mitose! I’ve only been a full slime for about a month, and no one exactly gave me the how to on the birds and the blobs! I replied indignant

Maybe trying to actually split yourself in two will work? It suggested

Still not exactly sure how to do that, but fuck it, we can try!I focused once again, this time turning my attention inward, focusing around my core - that was the key to all this, so I guess splitting that made sense. I was a little worried that I might damage my core, but hopefully if I let my instincts guide me, that would work.

Slowly, I began to feel something happen in the area of my core, but just as I began to feel something I quickly stepped back.

“I should probably set some ground rules….” I said “Hmmmm,” I don’t want to end up as two separate people permanently, certainly not without preparation, so… assuming that the new me’s will remember this, we?…they?...you?... will need to reform after a little while - don’t need the hassle of working that out, which also means both of you will need to stay in the room. Other than that no ‘i’m the original’ if this works like typical mitosis both will be equal halves.

“Ok, with that sorted, hopefully everything will be fine?” I spoke, a half prayer to whatever forces were listening

Again I turned my attention within, focusing on my core and splitting it into two. As I began the visualisation again, something within me stirred, and I let what I assumed were instincts take over. Slowly my core split, and I felt myself get hazy, consciousness waning as the very centre of my being became somethings new.

***

As I regained consciousness, As I regained consciousness, I found myself sitting just a I found myself sitting just a little ways away little ways away from where I had been before, from where I had been before, looking across at…. myself? looking across at…. myself?Wait, that’s not right…. My Wait, that’s not right….My memories slowly swam back memories slowly swam back together - right, the mitosis, together - right, the mitosis, soI was looking at my other so I was looking at my other self… my twin I supposed. self… my twin I supposed.

“Hello? Oh, sorry, you go first! “Hello? Oh, sorry, you go first! No, you! No, you!” We both No, you! No, you!” We both paused, before both moving paused, before both moving our hand, stopping, then our hand, stopping, then moving to continue, before moving to continue, before stopping again. stopping again.

“Ok, this is ridiculous, not to “Ok, this is ridiculous, not to mention cliche, so the one of mention cliche, so the one of us at the top of the bed, so us at the top of the bed, so me, will go first,” We both took you, will go first,” We both took a second to process what the a second to process what the other had said, before I other had said, before they continued continued

“So, clearly we both are still ‘ourself’ as it were, memories and all, down to the way we think,”

“Yeah, seems like it, although as we spend more time separated, we’re bound to digress more from one another as well as the unified person we once were,”

“Which is why we already decided not to spend too long apart, we’re using what is our species’ method of reproduction to mess around this could lead to some weird psychological shiz, we don't exactly know the ins and out of this process for us,”

“Well, we had better get to the actual experimentation then,”

We both paused for a moment, We both paused for a moment, thinking about what to say thinking about what to say next. It only took a moment next. It only took a moment before… The other me? before I started to speak again opened its mouth “Could always start by assigning names will make it easier to think, and later write, about one another,” I offered my twin “Better that just thinking of you as ‘the other me’” I added with a smirk

I nodded. She’d given a sensible suggestion, although hearing it echo back the same words I’d been thinking felt strange, even if it made sense; we’d shared a brain for all of our lives up until now, we were likely to label things similarly. What that did mean however is I hopefully wouldn’t have to fully explain my thought process when I spoke “I’m happy to take Cassie if you’re ok to be Sandy? Wow it feels weird to say that, I…we’ve been using that name as ours for a while, feels weird to kinda give it up to someone else even if that someone else is also me? Kind of?” I gave a shrug to Sandy

“I didn’t expect you to offer to take Cassie, although I suppose myself planning to take it should have given away what you were thinking too,” I said smiling at the peculiarity of it “But yeah, sure, I’ll take Sandy-” I chuckled “Heh, still feels nice,” I remarked “Anyways, nice to meet you Cassie, I’m Sandy the slime!” I extended a hand, half-sincere, half being a little playful with the situation,”

I chuckled at Sandy’s gesture “Nice to meet ya Sandy, I’m Cassie also a slime,” I took her As Cassie took my hand, hand, shaking it feeling our shaking it, I felt our hands hands begin to merge together merge together a little, suddenly a little feeling my…our(?) feeling our senses connecting senses expand. and expanding

“Whoa!” I said, quickly pulling “Whoa!” I said before Cassie my hand away “That was quickly pulled its hand away. weird,”

“Yeah definitely,” I agreed “We’ve never touched another slime before right?”

“Uh, no? I don’t think so, or at least if we did I guess it was early enough on that that didn’t happen,” I replied

“Unless it’s a thing to do with us being, well, us,” I suggested

“Could be…” I replied “Uh, wanna try again? It was… funky… but interesting,”

“You pulled away not me,” I teased gently, holding out my hand again, mentally bracing myself for the sensations

“Well it was weird! Ok!” I replied “Typically holding hands doesn’t connect you to the other persons senses!” I pointed out

I just gave it an ‘and?’ smile and wiggled my hand a little to indicate I was still waiting for her to take it

I rolled my eyes at Sandy’s shenanigans, before smiling, then taking its hand, feeling Eventually Cassie took my hand, our senses combine once and once again our senses merged more. As our senses mixed, together. I closed my eyes, aiming I focused on the surface of to see how much of our senses we the slime opposite me could share. It took a moment but curious if I would be able to shortly I began to see images in feel what she felt. Focusing my mind, which quickly moved to a little I moved some air be almost like seeing with my own around in my body, extruding eyes, and the slight disconnect a small tendril to expel it seemed to continue to fade as I from, aimed at Sandy’s arm. continued to focus. Unfortunately, Slowly I let the air out, feeling said focus was broken when I it on Sandy’s body, only for it suddenly felt air being blown on to pull its hand away. my membrane.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed, pulling my hand out of Cassie’s

“Sorry! I just wanted to see if I could feel it while we were all linked and connected and all,” I explained, the tendril quickly receding back into my arm

“You coulda at least warned me about it!” I protested

“Sorry, sorry!” I apologised “Didn’t think about that, sorry,” I looked down sheepishly

“Ehh, you’re fine, I mean, it was weird, don’t do it again, at least not without warning me, but you’re fine,” I gave a dismissive wave “But maybe we try something else now?” I offered

I nodded “Uhhh, guess we can try to work out if anything got split between us? Memories, Skills etc, or if we both got everything,”

“Uh, sure, we can try that? What memory should we check with?” I replied

I paused, wracking my brain for a memory we could use. It took a while to find anything that wasn’t a blur, and even then it wasn’t a happy memory “Hey, and sorry for picking this one-” “Nah, I think I know which one you’re thinking, I couldn’t thinka anything nice either,” I replied, cutting it off “The ‘raspberry incident’ as it were?”

I paused for a moment, still not used to someone else seeming like they could read my mind, even if I knew she wasn’t actually “Uh, yeah, really could have handled that whole thing better,”

“To be fair, we were only in like, year four at the time,” I pointed out

“True - wait, how old would that have made us?” I asked

“Well if primary school ends at 11 in year 6, then two years earlier would have been 9 and we have a late birthday, so we probably “That doesn’t seem right,” would have been 8?” I said “That I said shaking my head doesn’t seem right,” I muttered “Oop! Jinx!” I quickly called with a shake of my head out before Sandy could get me herself

“What are you a child?” I asked, before receiving a playful punch to my shoulder

“You know I’m just a child with a drinking permit,” I retorted back, my extended arm receding back to it’s typical proportions

I rolled my eyes with a small smile “Anyways that does seem younger than I, or I guess we, I had already started recall,” I glanced over at the moving towards the computer before seeing Cassie computer as I noticed move towards towards the my twin looking “I’ll computer. I shifted my body, look it up,” I told it, repositioning myself so that my oozing quickly into legs were over the edge of the the chair as Sandy bed, facing the computer adjusted to sit on the side of the bed. It didn’t take long for me to open a browser and check what age range Year 4 covered “Huh, it really is 8-9, fair enough then, we did not remember ourselves that young huh?” I remarked, peering over her shoulder

“No we did not,” I agreed, closing the browser “We did memories, but wanna check skills?” I said, gesturing to the computer, “Could boot up a game for us each to mess around in?” “Maybe we try that another time? Assuming we ever do this again,” I replied

“What do you mean?” I asked

“Well, we set a time limit on this for a reason, also maybe why gaming is not such a good idea,” I pointed out “But also, repeated splitting like this might be just as bad as prolonged splitting, at least if we’re trying to avoid actually cloning ourselves,”

I paused, thinking for a moment “Ok…you may have a point there,”

“And actually relatedly, I think some weird brain stuff might already be happening anyways?”

I frowned at her “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, feels like since we split apart it feels like I’m missing something I normally had, but never kinda noticed was there?”

I paused for a second, searching my own mind for a similar feeling, noticing something “I mean, the impulse is to jokingly say ‘me!’ but I think that may not be far from the truth, now you mention it does kinda feel like I’m missing something… or someone?” I trailed off slightly with my implication

“Well that’s…. interesting…. would make sense that we are each the other’s ‘missing piece’ as it were, especially as this has only cropped up with us splitting,”

“It’s the ‘never noticed was there’ that I think is most interesting, ‘cause that kind of implies that we didn’t mess this up/mess ourselves up with this, we just messed with something that brought this to the surface, it was always there, we just didn't notice, or at the very least this didn't cause it”

“I’m hoping that’s the case, but if it is, what does that mean for us?” I asked

I shrugged “I mean, two people in one body, it’s not like we don’t know what that is,” I pointed out

“I mean, technically, we’ve got two bodies right now,” I jokingly pointed out with a smirk, gesturing between us

“You know what I mean!” I rolled my eyes

“Yeah, I know,” I conceded “But I guess you’re right, would make us plural if we are both part of the same person, or whatever our exact deal is,”

“....The next question is would you want to go back to one body again? I mean, unlike, well, I guess other, systems,we can apparently separate out like this, so only seems fair to check whether you don’t wanna be stuck together,” I said “I, uh, think I’d prefer to stick together, does kinda feel wrong not having you there now I’ve noticed, but uh, don’t let that sway you, if you don’t want to, then I’m not gonna force you,”

“No, no, I agree, feels, off, not having you around,” I told it “Plus it would be chaos trying to set myself up legally,” I added, attempting to take the edge off the seriousness of the conversation

“Yeah, would probably be better to set whoever up in Hyper City if we ever do do “Hehe, ‘do do’,” I chuckled that-” I rolled my eyes and smiled at Sandy’s childish muttering “- seems like a better place to deal with things like that,” I finished

Still smiling, I nodded “Yeah, it probably would be easier to set myself up there, but no, again, feels lonely not having you with me, so I’d like for us to stick together,”

“On that note, should we try to remerge? We don’t exactly know what we’re doing with that so might be better to start sooner rather than later,” I suggested, moving from the chair back to the bed

“No, no, you’ve got a point,” I said, mimicking the action from the meme catching the smile of recognition from my other self “Guess we just try to push ourselves together, and hope our cores remerge?” I offered

“I guess?” I shrugged “Hopefully there’s some slime instincts that’ll take over when we do and carry the rest,” I said, holding out a claw for her to take

“This is gonna be super weird isn’t it?” I said, taking her hand and shuffling up against Cassie “on 3?”

I nodded “1”

“2”

“3!” “3!”

***

The next time we opened our eyes we were alone again in our room Wait? ‘We’ ‘Our’? I thought to myself

Well yeah, there’s two of us now, or at least, we know there’s two of us, and it’s all both of ours, body and room, so

Oh, yeah, right, sorry, still a little scrambled from the remerging, which I’m glad to see seems to have gone fine, guess those slime instincts came through in the end

Guess so!

It’s kinda weird being able to feel you now

I know right, I can feel you just to my left

You’re on my right, so that makes sense. Oh, what do I call you now? Or I guess, which of the us were you? I think I was Sandy, but that might just be me defaulting since we’re back as one again

No, think I was Cassie, although I can already feel all our memories reconnecting too, it’s kinda weird having your memories, like, I can recall them like they’re mine, but they don’t feel like mine, they feel distant

Yeah, I know what you mean, I can feel the same from yours too. Well, this is going to be something new for us to work out, but I’m sure we’ll be fine, we’ve got each other to work through it I smiled externally

Hehe, yeah, you’re stuck with me now, and we’ll work things out as we go along, I’m sure it’ll be fine

I chuckled And I’m glad to be stuck with you - anyways, after all that, it’s getting kind of late, and I’m pretty sure all the splitting and merging has taken it out of us, so we should get some rest

Good plan, we can keep working this out on a full tank. Goodnight Sandy

Goodnight Cassie

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First of all, formatting this sucked! Genuinely spent about an hour or two sorting this out. But I did like the funky setup for it, so. We're also well aware that this might get messed up for all manner of reasons, but we tried ok. Second: So yeah, this is a story i've been wanting to write since June or at least had the basic idea for this. Originally it was going to be from a single perspective recounting the events, and was going to be a writing challenge for me to work out how to convey two perspectives being written from one (although I still might try this, unsure). However, then we found out we're plural, and I/we realised how plural this whole idea sounded (foreshadowing am I right). Combined with the fact that while writing some previous entires, we kept having to correct 'we's to 'I's we decided that this was actually a good way to excuse us messing up our 'we's and 'I's going forward. Would be lying if we weren't a little concerned, given ofc we're talking about a real thing but doing it through the lense of a very fantastical thing, and while obviously parts are drawn from our own experiences, a lot is just what we made work, so may not be a great representation of things, but we tried.

But yeah, wanted to explore what it would be like being able to talk to another one of you way back when, and now, while it isn't quite the same, we kinda got that, which we'd like to think is reflected somewhat in this piece. Idk, we're rambling a little. Anyways, been really looking forward to getting this piece done and our there, even with some of our worries about it, so as ever, hope you enjoyed, and look forward to the next piece of this story.

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respectthepetty · 11 months ago

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How do you feel about PheeJin. I'm conflicted. I can see that Phee actually caught feelings, even if he feels guilty about Non still. And Phee and Jin do have chemestry. But I don't know. There was something was missing for me, I guess maybe it felt too fast.

Anyway what do you think are the chances of Phee/Non reunion?? Shall we clown together for a happy ending, or do you no longer see them coming back together??

@italianpersonwithashippersheart, because I'm crazy, once I realized Phi took Jin to Eden from the previews last week, I mentally pushed Jin off a cliff and focused on one sole thing -

NON IS ALIVE!

TLWR: It could get messy between Phi x Jin, White is a problem or salvation, and . . . Keng might be alive too *eye roll*

This entire theory can go up in flames in the next episode, but come with me for a second to Optimistic City:

I thought Phi was the mastermind and that Tan came along for the ride, but Tan is actually the mastermind while Phi is being dragged along. I like that Phi caught feelings for Jin because, hopefully, this means Phi is going to tell Jin about this crazy plan to get a confession, and it's going to come back around that Jin recorded the video; therefore, these two are going to look at each other with disgust unless they are like Babe from Pit Babe and completely cool with it, which I'm also very cool with.

When Phi didn't drink the water, I instantly was like "oh, so he knows it's spiked with drugs!" but then he commented when Jin was freaking out that he hadn't realized it was spiked.

And I love this because it implies that Tan has always had a different agenda and has left Phi out of it.

Since it seems Tan knows more details than we thought.

So if Dead Friend Forever is giving me a story about brotherly love rather than one of romantic love . . .

Then who am I to argue with a tale of redemption.

Which is why I think Keng might be alive.

People have pointed out one of the masked killers is on crutches.

Which would make sense if someone had gotten hit by a car and the injury didn't heal properly.

I don't want Keng to be alive, but the fact remains that Jin keeps seeing Keng, which we know is a hallucination just like all the other guys, while Tan seemed like he genuinely saw an actual person in the house.

The hooded person also looked up at him, and kept it moving.

Yet Phi hasn't seen or heard anything which is why I thought he knew about this hooded figure and was in on it unlike Tan, but why would the hooded figure stop to peek a glance at Tan?

When Top was attacked, Tan was upstairs "sleeping." Before Uncle Dang showed up to the house, Tan had just arrived to see the aftermath of the fight between Phi and Tee. And Tan was quick to suggest they use Por's place for Jin's farewell party in the first place.

But Phi immediately ran to Jin's house to try to speak to him.

And even questioned Tan! It's been over two years since they infiltrated the group. Why now? Why wait two years for a confession?!

Because it's no longer about a confession for Tan.

I mentioned that if Non is alive, it would make sense that he waited to do something until after Tee's uncle was no longer a threat, and homeboy is dead now!

Tan's hallucination was eerily specific: Non was framed. Expose the Fucked-Up Five. Get Non's forgiveness.

And Tan has always thought ALL of the boys are bad and specifically narrowed in on Jin as the reason for his brother's disappearance.

If Phi truly fell for Jin, he will try to protect Jin against Tan who is going rogue. But Tan needs an inhaler. It could hold the antidote if Tan has bigger plans to kill them all, but my original thought was it would be the perfect way to die without dying. He wouldn't have to get stabbed or hit. It would take no physical injury. He would just need his inhaler and not get to in time.

Stop breathing. Pass out. Be a dead body as chaos continues around him, and when the dust clears after the masked killers have finished everyone off, he gets back up and walks out of the woods as New because Tan who has asthma never existed in the first place.

Non was presumed either dead or missing. Both boys could walk out of those woods without anyone even realizing they were there. The only issue is White, BUT he wasn't supposed to be there either.

And yet he is keeping Tee right where he needs to be.

White's only connection to the group is he is dating Tee for almost three years.

His backstory is as thin as Tan's was, but I have never seen him as "in" on the kills. White hasn't been physically harmed unlike the Fucked-Up Five. White continues to remain in the safety of the house when everyone has to venture outside. I want White to live, so either he has his reasons for being on this trip and keeping Tee out there, or White is really as innocent as he appears and Tan will save the little one as an act of redeeming himself for not saving his brother.

Which would make the thrill of Non being alive even sweeter!

Because it would mean that everyone who "wronged" Non suffered. His mom. His dad. The Fucked-Up Five. Phi. (Keng, please God!). And even possibly his brother unless the narrative allows the brothers to be the final love story. It's scorched earth.

Perth's character still exists, and I think he helped Non survive somehow. I have no idea how all of this will turn out, and I'm excited to see, but the second Phi took Jin to Eden, he was dead to me.

And Non was more alive than ever.

#non is alive #episode ten don't do me dirty #dead friend forever #praying on bended knee that we are getting brothers #Tan is the mastermind #and White is the final gay #please pretty please

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zhounauts · 1 year ago

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crown prince!lee heeseung x f!reader // warnings: cursing, fainting (?) part two series masterlist

a/n got inspo for this after rereading this reincarnation webtoon i used to like a lot, these reincarnation stories are lwk a guitly pleasure of mine so i was like why not write one

+ is this even considered an x reader??? like heeseung hates u oopsie lolz

anyways enjoy (hopefully)

YOU WOKE UP WITH AN EPIPHANY , to give the two leads their happy ending. despite the fact that you had woken up in a stereotypical reincarnation manhwa, the author was far from stereotypical. not only did she have a strange almost concerning obsession with her two main leads, but she was also a goody-two shoes rule follower who told you that the original plot of the story and every single event must be followed and copied to perfection.

unfortunately for her, you said fuck that, had knights take her away and put her in a mansion on the outskirts of the kingdom where she wouldn't be able to reach you. so now, instead of scheming devious, nefarious acts against the female protagonist you now took advantage of your personal chef who worked relentlessly at your constant requests to try all the fancy dishes you could've never afforded in your previous life.

"the audacity!" rina, your maid suddenly exclaims, holding a letter.

"i can't believe this! my lady, this is outrageous! how can saintess sora write and send something so shameless!? " faye your second maid exclaims.

"hm?" you ask, focusing on the blueberry cheesecake in front of you, "what happened faye?"

"the saintess sent an invitation for her tea party! she wrote, 'countess i know we are not on good terms because of the crown prince, but the other ladies and i hope that you will join our humble tea party, and put aside your grudge'" you chew on the cake.

"oh, okay,"

"OKAY!?" the two scream.

"m-my lady! how does this not bother you? she is being disrespectful and using the fact that she has the crown prince's affections despite you are his soon-to-be wife!"

"oh, that's true," you shrug, "what can i do about it? if he likes her better okay then, i don't want to marry him anyways," rina collapses into faye's arms.

"my lady! rina are you--"

"with all due respect, but my lady, back then you would've done something! why the change of heart now?"

"well. . .he doesn't like me?? like it's pretty obvious, and i was just naive and uhm, craving for male validation back then or something like that i guess. it doesn't matter to me anymore,"

". . ."

"besides, his highness prince jay is more my type ,"

"MY LADY-"

"I MIGHT FAINT-"

after calming down your fainting maids, you had reassured them that you would go to the tea party and give the female protagonist, saintess sora, a taste of her own medicine for the disrespect she had sown you. (you were not planning this at all)

so now here you were, a week later getting dressed for the pain-in-the-ass tea party. "my lady we will dress you up to be the most beautiful at the party!" your maids exclaim.

"that's really. . .not necessary you know? i'll wear one of the dresses i usually wear," rina starts to lecture you, before a knock interrupts. faye rushes out of the dressing area, to open the door.

"your highness!" she exclaims, bowing. you peek out from behind the dressing area and head out.

"my lady you are not ready--"

"your highness, a pleasure to have you here," you say, bowing.

"y/n," heeseung addresses coldly, "are you attending sora's tea party?"

"yes, your highness,"

"she was telling me she was worried you would reject her request, due to your dislike for her," he says, narrowing his eyes at you bitterly. you stare at him unimpressed.

"my apologies, your highness, if i offend you by saying this. however you and saintess sora seem to be mistaken,"

"my lady don't--"

"i literally don't give a shit,"

"oh dear gods," rina mutters, and she collapses.

a/n lemme know how it was 😋😋

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bleue-flora · 6 months ago

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Why I think c!Dream is Autistic - Part 2

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3]

If you haven’t read part 1 (eventhough I did try and write these as like separate things) I do recommend you go do that...

Did you do it? Hi hello, welcome back. :) Okay, now having gone over general traits, let’s talk more about the second part of my original statement [post]: “c!Dream is autistic and the consequential misunderstanding and miscommunication is a root of all the problems and conflicts” which I have covered a bit already [here].

So, because we think differently, communication and social interaction is often at the heart of a lot of our struggles (after my diagnosis at 20 I realized just how many of the conflicts in my past came down to this). Me and my therapist like to make the comparison that because autistic people’s brains are structured differently it is as if we are speaking a different language and as a result it ends with things being misinterpreted. Because as we all can recognize, when a language isn’t someone’s first, there are times when things don’t come across properly. Both because of perhaps a lack of words, different slang, tone, culture… etc. When you don’t take translation into consideration, it leads to miscommunication and misunderstanding as a lot of poor assumptions are made and conflict is often the result, especially because our inclination is to think the worst of people. [funnily enough here’s a great example between some anons about translation and communication 1 -> 2 -> 3]

As such, while autistic people have issues communicating with neurotypicals, we often don’t have issues communicating with each other - we speak the same language. So, it isn’t that we are any worse at communication in general than everyone else (in other words Dream is not the sole one to blame here), it’s that we are struggle to communicate with the neurotypical like we are speaking two different languages without even realizing it, so of course we struggle to understand each other.

I think (hopefully lol) we can all agree that the root of the dsmp conflict is miscommunication and not understanding each other. But the thing is, miscommunication in the standard sense, in our day to day life or in the climax of a romantic comedy is about the absence of communicating, like Quackity not talking to his fiances. It is to have information, an opinion, view or assumption that goes unsaid and then leads to struggle just because it was never talked out. However, in Dream’s case it isn’t that he doesn’t talk it out or not share his side of the story, because he does. He does a lot, he does communicate, how else could Dream apologists understand him even before the finale without his own pov detailing his thoughts.

He does talk about it but his autistic mind is using logic and facts against an emotional response leading to him being unheard. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether tyrant is the right word, they are just expressing their feelings of being controlled by a larger power, but Dream is too focused on pulling out the literal definition and the facts to see the real issue at hand - that they feel controlled and overshadowed by him. So they think Dream doesn’t care, and Dream thinks their points don't matter because their facts were wrong and no understanding is reached. Dream can use logic all day - Why would someone not want to escape a prison they were being tortured in? Why would someone make a prison and then plan on putting someone in an unfortified 1x1 hole in the wall? How can I be the tyrant when Eret is literally the king? How can I steal the discs if they were literally given to me after a fair duel? - but against people just spewing words out of anger, hurt, feelings of abandonment it isn’t going to make a difference.

Perhaps one of the most notable and tragic examples of this is George’s dethronement, in the aftermath of Techno’s attack and the Spirit speech, where Dream meets Sapnap’s and George’s emotions with logic and facts. (See [here] for full transcript, the following is trimmed down from two different vids)

[18:54] George: “Why—why do you think- why do you think I shouldn’t be king anymore?” Dream: “I think that… you would be safer if you were not, right?”

[23:56] Dream: “You’ll just be targeted if you’re the king, and you wanna be able to like, get revenge on Tommy and stuff, right? So, we can like work to—We can work together. Me and you.” George: “Hm. Sounds like you’re sugar-coating it.” Dream: “No, nono—I mean, it’s a little bit sugar-coated, but it’s also like… it’s just better because you don’t get attacked by everyone, and you can do whatever you want without having to worry...”

[25:37] Sapnap: “George, Dream said he didn’t care about anything on this SMP which… That just means he doesn’t care about us.” Dream: “Okay, I’ll have you say, I was—Okay, I wasn’t—I wasn’t—I didn’t actually mean I don’t care about anything.” George: “Why did you say it then?” Sapnap: “Yeah?” Dream: “Listen, listen! The reason I’m even saying George should step down as king is because I care about him. Because I—He’s been getting attacked, and I care about him, and I don’t want him to get attacked.”

[27:28] Dream: “What did you do as king? Like you didn’t do anything as king like decree or anything...” George: “I’ve been the best king this server has ever had!” Dream: “Yeah, I agree. I agree. But you’ve also been the least safe king because you just get attacked all the time because people don’t like me. And therefore, they don’t like you because you’re behind me, and you’re my friend.” Eret: “By association.” Dream: “Yeah. By association. So, like that’s the same reason, like, Sapnap’s got into some, you know, drama and stuff too, but…”—“Sap, stop pointing the damn bow at me.” George: “Just say—Just say you hate me.” Sapnap: “Yeah, just say it.” Dream: “George! *laughs in disbelief* George, I don’t—Listen to me. I care about you. That’s the reason I don’t want you to be the king.” Sapnap: “First—first—Listen to this. First, he says he doesn’t care about us, and now he’s demoting you as king.”

In this conversation over and over he reiterates how he cares and is trying to keep them safe from being targeted and attacked and yet after everything is said and done, his friends somehow leave that conversation thinking he doesn’t care about them. Why? Because what Sapnap really needed was validation for him feeling hurt, but instead Dream kept reasoning with his emotions with the concrete actions, details and facts, essentially saying that what he feels doesn’t matter because it’s not truth, which was never going to get through to them. They are listening but they aren’t hearing eachother, both think they have made their point and the other side has poor intentions for not reacting appropriately.

It took Tommy to literally experience Dream’s point of view to understand him and realize his intentions weren’t inherently malicious. Because only then could he shatter his assumptions and misconceptions about intention and motivation. Only then did he know which questions to ask Dream for him to get Dream to answer in a way that made sense to him. Before Tommy experiences Dream’s pov in limbo and after, Dream’s arguments and his answers for why don’t really change, he talks about peace and family so many different times, but it’s only after Tommy goes into his head that he’s able to actually translate what Dream was saying so he can hear him, understand him, see him.

It’s the assumption that the way you understand someone is what they meant to say that causes these issues in communication. Me missing social queues or body language that’s sending me a message and you assuming I don’t care or have a certain opinion on the matter because of my response or lack of response when in fact, no I just did not get the message after all. And as such as an autistic person it often feels like neurotypicals expect us to read their minds because they are sending messages, communicating how they feel just not in a way, not in a language we understand.

So, why do they ask that for the snake and not for people? - because people don’t speak snake, but surely people do speak people, so they assumed they don’t need to ask because they assumed that they can follow the train of thought because it's just like theirs. They assumed they understood each other but it’s like an American and a Brit arguing about jumpers without realizing they are two completely different clothing items.

#hopefully that makes sense I feel like I might be repeating myself a bit there but I try… it’s very hard for me to explain the two ways of #thinking when my brain doesn’t understand their process if that makes sense #like I completely follow dreams thought process in the dethronemenf so explaining Sapnap’s reasoning is hard lol because like it also don’t #make sense to me either XD… this is actually part of why I think neurodivergent peeps are drawn to Dream because we understand him)#dsmp #c!dream #dreblr #dream smp #dsmpblr #autistic c!dream #did someone order an essay?#no one does it like c!dream #god every time I watch the dethronement my heart breaks a little more… shout-out for punz for having dreams back per usual though…#autism #dsmp transcripts #alright so far the final essay is long I might have to do a bonus extra 4 🤦‍♀️

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yuuneeyart · 10 months ago

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Well it's been a while hasn't it? After everything that's gone on and my twitter suspension back in December, I've just decided to take a step back and focus on my personal life. Spending less time online, focusing on my job, that kinda boring shit that adults do.

But I have (slowly) and (only when I can) been working on shit. Mostly my Undertale creepypasta, UNDERTALE: The Garden. I'm sure some people remember that… but not many probably do. So I thought that since it's The Figure’s (formally Flower Child’s) birthday, I thought I'd show some stuff off.

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So what is UNDERTALE: The Garden? Well.. UNDERTALE: The Garden is a story about an Undertale fan game that had been lost to time. The story focuses on the narrator finding an old and unfinished version of a fan game titled UNDERTALE: The Garden that had started its development fairly shortly after the original game’s demo had come out back in 2013. Created by an anonymous tumblr user who went by Tokumei, the game was originally meant to expand on the small amount of lore of the demo, adding more areas to the ruins, giving a new interpretation and backstory to the world, and much more. However the game went radio silent after a few years of development hell and Tokumei had not been seen since then.

Now years later, the narrator finds a gamejolt page with a familiar game on it. Excited to play it, they decided to discuss their findings on a tumblr blog. As well as archive any assets, information about development, and songs they can get their hands on. The narrator eventually finds out the game has much more to it than it was originally leading on…

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There's a lot of things I have planned for the story that I don't wanna get into here (don't wanna spoil things before they come to light) but I've been working on making the actual world of The Garden much different than the original game. I've been taking an NES Godzilla approach for worldbuilding where the game just looks so vastly different from its original state using real life caves as well as Christian and Muslim imagery and cultures for inspiration for everything.

art by anonymous, pixel art by me and anonymous

But now the main attraction of the au, The Figure. She's definitely changed since you first met her 2 years ago. Instead of going to exes and helping them, she's now someone who simply wishes to be left alone. Staying in her world trying to make it as perfect as she sees it.

And now some trivia i guess for the funsies

She is not sentient, everything in the garden that happens is just a weird fangame. The whole idea of *The game is alive and REAL!!!* has become a cliche of the creepypasta community that I don’t wanna repeat

She has a canon voice now, which can be heard here

Her facial expression never changes

The monsters that get deformed are still alive. If they were to die, you would have seen a pile of dust

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That's all I have for now though, hopefully this at least peaked interest for some. This isn't me making a grand return either, just thought I'd at least post something about a character I've cared about for the past 2 years since it was her 2 year anniversary. Anyways, imma go to bed, cheers.

#undertale #undertale exe #undertale au #undertale creepypasta #creepypasta #i dont tag shit often #undertale the garden #uttg #sans #toriel

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yellowocaballero · 12 days ago

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smth from the ncau? whichever one you're most interested in talking about

I want to finish the no chip thing so fucking bad. The fics are so fucking good and I need people to see them. It is definitely going to happen, I just needed a break from it. I think I need a break from writing right now in general. Kinda want a break from a lot of things. Anyway!

A lot of the stories are focused around why good people do bad things. What makes somebody a bad person, and what can make them change. How atrocities happen, why fascism takes root, how it spreads. The methods in which we justify cruelty to ourselves.

Here's a scene from the Rex story that talks about it. There's a lot going on subtextually, but hopefully that subtext is clear. Some of it won't be clear until you read Neyo's story.

Sorry for making all of your faves terrible people. It's, uh, complicated.

Original sin under the cut. It was kind of hard rereading Rex in this scene - he's so painfully naive.

“Lord Vader and I are best friends!”

Ponds scoffed, biting the bottlecap off and spitting it across the room. It hit Bly on the head, which had taken a lot of practice. “Natborns and clones can’t be friends. You sound delusional.”

“But clones can succeed at their missions,” Rex said gleefully. He opened another beer bottle - with his hand, like a normal person - and passed it to Cody without looking. Cody tossed aside his empty beer bottle and began drinking the new one. “And baby, I am killing this one. He told me that he trusts me more than anybody, you know that? Me, Lord Vader’s trusted confidante! Am I good at my job or what?”

“Or what,” Ponds muttered.

Rex wasn’t entirely certain whose fault the clone bar was, but he wanted to shake their hand all the same. Almost no natborns even knew that it existed. The bar itself was boarded up like a nun’s underwear, and it was sealed tighter than an airlock. No natborns in, no natborns out. No clones in without leaving uproariously drunk. The bartenders were droids who had been programmed to secrecy, serving a permanently open bar. One of the droids could even cook, barely.

Literally nobody knew the logistics of the thing or who had created it. It was one of the galaxy’s infinite little mysteries. Fox had once off-handedly mentioned that he knew. Then he hadn’t answered any follow-up questions. Then he fell asleep. Sometimes Rex really hated Fox, but only in the way you hated an existential crisis.

The bar area itself was robust, but it was uncouth for officers to get drunk in front of the masses. That was why there were a series of back rooms, similar to the little rooms for that karaoke thing the Mandalorians enjoyed so much. Rex and his honorary batchmates commandeered one and drank themselves into oblivion whenever possible. It was difficult to rope Cody and Fox into joining them, but Rex had blackmail on Cody and Wolffe usually just picked Fox up and dumped him into a speeder. Cody had been uncharacteristically eager to join them today, but Rex knew why.

“Hey, I think we’re all killing it.” Wolffe kicked his heels up on the table cluttered with five different varieties and twenty different brands of alcohol. “I can’t believe I thought that fooling these morons might be difficult. Prime always made them out to be these telepathic and psychic demons who’ll always be trying to catch us out. But it’s like stealing a bolt from a protocol droid! Couldn’t be easier!”

“Speak for yourself.” Ponds was drinking almost as fast as Cody today - alright, not even almost, but he was trying. He looked haggard - alright, not nearly as haggard as Cody, but he was getting there. “Windu keeps treating me like I’m some puzzle he needs solving. He won’t stop asking questions about stupid shit. Like, how we were made, or why the Kamino don’t legally exist. Who cares!”

“He’s asking too many personal questions, right?” Wolffe said sympathetically. “Mine keeps on asking about my favorite fruit. Couldn’t believe I’d never eaten a fruit before.”

Ponds grunted, thumbing open a bottle. “We have not had a personal conversation so far and I hope we never have them. He’ll never discover that I have a personality. None of his damn business.”

“How are you going to kill him?” Rex asked, interested. “I’ve seen Windu in action. He’s just insane. I didn’t know humans could do what he does. No offense, but are you actually up to do that?”

“Of course I am,” Ponds snapped. But something about his tone made Rex think that he’d been asking himself the same questions. “I have plans in place. It’s thousands of us against one of him. I don’t care how many backflips he can do, one man can’t defeat a battalion of the Emperor’s elite.”

Fox, who had been sitting in the corner staring blankly at the wall, finally blinked. “Emperor’s going to take care of him personally.”

“Thank fuck.”

Wolffe snorted, taking a long swig of his whiskey. “Glad Ponds’ll have help. The Wolfpack won’t need it. You’ll never believe how trusting Koon is, it’s insane. He’s always out there, like, you know -” Wolffe waved an absent hand, summarizing the entirety of Plo Koon in a vague gesture. “Helping and being nice and giving advice and telling us how much we matter. How special we are or how much he cares about us. He’s practically asking for that knife in the back. Boy, it’s gonna feel great when the last thing he sees is me.”

“Why?” Rex asked blankly.

“Because,” Wolffe said promptly. Then he stopped. Then he took a sip of his beer. Then he coughed. “Because he’s a damn dirty Jedi and I’m honored to kill every single one, alright? It’s not complicated. Fuck you.”

“Literally what did I even do -”

Bly, sitting on the floor with a beer cradled in his lap like a gap-toothed toddler, popped one of the nutty gelatin sweets in his mouth. “Are we talking about our Jedi? That’s cool. Guess what I’ve been doing with my Jedi?”

“We know,” everybody chorused. Even Fox.

Seriously. He had blown up the groupchat. At length. Nonstop. It was fucking horrendous. If Rex never had to hear another word about Aayla Secura again it would be too soon. Ponds was already begging Fox to move up the time table and let him take Secura out now. Save them all from Bly’s incessant fawning.

Rex pointed at Bly, letting the beer slosh in his bottle. “You’re gross. I still can’t believe you’re into that stuff. There’s too many fluids.”

“The fluids are awesome,” Bly boasted. He popped another sweet in his mouth, masticating it with a shit-eating grin on his face. “You guys have got to try this shit out. It’s insane. Better than spice. When you finish you feel like a total god. And she says I’m great at it. Apparently clone stamina is awesome.”

“Shut up shut up shut up,” Ponds said.

“Why are you even doing it?” Rex asked, fascinated. He opened up another beer bottle and passed it to Cody, who dropped his empty one on the floor. “You are gonna get in such massive trouble when somebody who gives a shit finds out.”

“Uh, fun? There’s literally nothing funner than sex. It’s totally worth it. And it’s advantageous, right?” Bly kicked back against the wall, crossing his hands behind his head and grinning. “I’ll wake up in bed next to her. I’ll get the order. I’ll snap her neck in a second. Like Wolffe said, it’s like stealing a bolt from a protocol droid. So when you think about it, it’s all for the mission. I’m like a super spy.”

Cody glared at Bly, bleary eyed. “So why’s she fucking you then?”

“She’s totally in love with me,” Bly boasted. “She’s head over heels. Like I said: super spy!”

He glanced at Fox, who was still counting ceiling tiles. He quickly looked down at the plate of sweets, popping another one in his mouth.

“It’s called strategy, Ponds.” Wolffe grabbed a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing it with one thumb. “Stay frosty with Windu all you want. But us forward-thinking guys know that you gotta get close to get access to ‘em. With me and Plo - Koon, Plo Koon, his trust is the greatest weapon I got. So even if it looks like I’m getting close - it’s all a ruse, right?”

Wolffe glanced at Fox. Fox was still avidly counting ceiling tiles.

“Right,” Bly said quickly. He looked at Fox from the corner of his eye, before looking away. “It’s part of a clone’s job to get close. So we can stab them in the back. Better.”

“Can’t relate.” Rex smugly passed Cody another beer. “Vader and I are actually tight. His trust’s my mission, and I’d never betray somebody as powerful and important as Lord Vader. Cody’s in the same boat.” Rex grinned, elbowing Cody. Who, despite all odds, was not drunk yet. “Eh? You’re really killing your mission for Lord Vader too, aren’t you?”

Cody was too dead inside to acknowledge his existence. Boy, that eyebrow twitch had sure gotten permanent.

Bly perked up, shooting big bantha eyes at Cody. “Mission? Are you having sex with Qui-Gon Jinn too, Cody?”

“I would rather fucking kill myself -”

Cody’s upcoming rant about how much he detested Qui-Gon fucking Jinn - and, to be fair, the guy was the most insufferable Jedi of all time - the door to the private room thumped open.

Two clones walked directly inside. The occupants of the room froze. The invaders halted.

Bacara surveyed the room, judging them all against his gimlet eye. He jerked a thumb at the door. “Out.”

“Why the fuck do we have to get out?” Wolffe screeched. “You’re the one who walked in here!”

Bacara and Neyo glanced at each other. They had one of their absolutely fucking inscrutable microexpression conversations. Then Bacara turned back towards them, sipping his beer. “The other rooms are occupied and we want this one. Git.”

Ponds and Wolffe immediately flipped them off. Rex would have, but he was a bit too scared of both of them to do that. Cody shot them his best unimpressed look, but that was his equivalent of flipping you off. Fox was seemingly asleep.

But Bly just perked up, holding out a beer to Neyo. “Hey, ori’vode, it’s been a while! We invited you to Jango’s remembrance day event, but you missed it!”

“We didn’t want to come,” Neyo said, straight faced.

“Well, you’re welcome to join us now! We got plenty of booze, and it’s been forever since we’ve all been in the same room!” Bly stopped short. “Wait, why are we all in the same room?”

“Because there’s that giant-ass conference we’re having about the deployment of the new batch of clones,” Cody said flatly. “All of the officers and top generals not currently stationed on a planet were recalled to Coruscant so we can distribute the new forces.” Everybody stared at him. “Do none of you read a fucking briefing?”

“Only if you write them,” Wolffe said.

“As if you read Fox’s briefings.”

“He gets Stone to write those.”

Bacara sneered down at them, undoubtedly intending to press the ‘everybody get out just because I walked in’ matter. He totally would. Worst part was, they all had so much leftover terror of Bacara that they probably would evacuate. They would just go find a different private room and kick out the officers in there, who were undoubtedly lower ranked than them. Then those officers would find another room and etc. Eventually the lowest ranked officers would be SOL. This was the function of clone society.

But Neyo just squinted at everybody, and then at the large plate of whimsically ordered sweets on the table. He walked over, grabbed a fistful of their food, dropped himself on the couch, and started eating it. It was immediately understood by everybody that Neyo would leave once he had eaten all of their sweets. Bacara, who was unbelievably indulgent of every single whim Neyo ever had in his entire life, sighed and sat down on the arm of the couch next to him. He held out a hand. Ponds hurriedly put a glass of whiskey in it.

“You kids blow your missions yet?” Bacara asked. Everybody made faces. “You all got stupid important Jedis and jobs, right? Typical. I can’t believe you runts control most of the GAR.”

Wow, Rex did not miss how incredibly condescending Bacara was. He really thought he was as good as an Alpha, just because he had been trained personally by Alpha-17 and was probably the most insane badass in the entire army. Alpha-17 beat him out on kill factor but Bacara always won on bloodlust.

Bacara and Neyo were the only survivors of Batch 1. The Alphas had been prototypes, but Batch 1 had been pilot tests: a much smaller group than the standard model Batch 2s. Batch 2s were still being manufactured, but apparently they were working on the next physiological model for the Batch 3s. Smaller decanting groups of five-to-six clones were still called batchmates, and they tended to be closer than the rest. Cody’s batch had apparently been decanted from entirely different batchmate groups, all among the very first decanted out of Batch 2, but they had been slotted into the command track so young that they just called each other batchmates.

Most of the Batch 1s had been on Geonosis or the very early fights. Which had all been catastrophic losses. Nobody had known what they were doing. Apparently a ton hadn’t even survived Kamino. Rex once heard off-handedly that the Batch 2s had been made to be much more mentally resilient than the Batch 1s. Which tracked. They had probably all been too unstable to live.

“I’m the right hand man of Lord Vader,” Rex said quickly. “The Emperor -”

“Shut it, don’t care.” Bacara relaxed in his seat, kicking his heels up on the low table and scattering empty beer bottles. “This entire army’s an embarrassment. What are we, fifteen months since Geonosis? Not even halfway in? And the discipline of the men’s gone to shit. Can you believe I heard some shinies talking to each other about their Jedi was cool?”

“Ugh,” Ponds said, picking at his thumbnail. “Shinies, am I right?”

“We’ve had three deserters in the last three months.” Bacara was working himself up into a rant, anger steadily growing. Fox blinked. “Three! There should be zero deserters! We weren’t built to abandon our posts. Some of the men are out there getting cold feet. Because their Jedi are nice.”

“Maybe they’re just surprised.” Cody strained to take another beer from Rex’s regretful forbidding grasp. He was doing it for Cody’s own good. “A Jedi’s the first nice natborn most of us have ever met.”

“Nice is weakness,” Bacara said. Everybody around him fervently nodded. “Kindness, compassion, charity - they’re words of the weak meant to justify being weak. They celebrate weakness. A real Mandalorian would want to strangle the nice on sight. Not feel sorry for them.”

“Lord Vader’s tough, a real strong leader,” Rex eagerly jumped in. “The Empire’s going to be as tough and fair as him one day, right?”

Bacara pointed sternly at him. “He’ll only be as strong as his clone commander. Don’t embarrass us by showing weak manda.” Rex nodded, fighting the urge to salute. “This room’s a bit more competent than the rest of the foot soldiers out there. You all know better than to buy into their nicey-nice crap, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Wolffe said immediately, “I’m gonna use Koon’s weakness against him.”

“I better get an award when I kill Windu,” Ponds added, a little loudly. “He’s the worst out of all of them. I’m just pissed I’m not allowed to kill him yet.”

“Secura’s never gonna see me coming,” Bly swore. “It’s all for the sake of the Empire, right?”

“That’s right. It’s for the sake of a government that will let us do what we want.” Bacara tipped his beer into his mouth, snickering. “I’ve been fantasizing about it lately. How great it’s going to feel when I wrap my hands around Ki Adi Mundi’s neck and squeeze. He’s just so annoying and pretentious and nice. Vermin, all of them. It’s gonna feel good to clean this galaxy up a bit and take out the trash.”

Neyo popped another piece of candy into his mouth, bored. “The officers need to be good examples for the men. Our weakness is the Empire’s weakness. You should all be monitoring your men to make sure that they aren’t acting seditious.”

“It’s about discipline,” Bacara complained. “Jango never would have let any of this happen. Jango was more passionate about exterminating Jedi than anybody. After the work he put into us, the slightest ounce of mercy would shame him.”

Everybody nodded. Everybody wanted to nod the most. Nobody wanted to be seen nodding the least. Nobody had a very strong idea of what would happen to the person in the room who cared the least about taking out the trash, but they were all certain that they didn’t want to be the guy.

The only ones who stayed silent were Fox and Cody. Bacara’s eyes skipped over Fox - what were you going to do, ask Fox if he was being loyal? Literally Fox? - and landed on Cody. He took another long drink from the glass, pointing it at him. “What about you, Kote? Weren’t you given an assignment to be a caretaker for the young lord?”

Wolffe pounced on the topic change. “Yeah, Codes, how’s the babysitting going?”

Cody pointed at the five beer bottles on the ground. Cody, obviously, wanted to fucking kill himself.

Bly made a sympathetic face. “It can’t be that bad, can it? Quinlan’s spunky, but he’s always trying hard to impress me. It’s - annoying.”

“It’s a very prestigious job,” Rex informed the room. “The young lord is going to be one of the most pivotal players in the Empire. He’s only thirteen now, but the Emperor’s already thinking of him as a potential future apprentice. The Emperor decided that Cody would be the best influence on him.” Rex elbowed Cody, grinning. “And he needs the good influence, right?”

Bacara raised an eyebrow, downing the whiskey like water. “I’m not surprised that Kote was asked to do it. You always acted like every snot-nosed brat in Kamino was your job. You were adopting pathetic life forms all over the place.” He pointed at Rex. “Like that one.”

“You are unnecessarily mean -”

“Cody always said that somebody had to look out for ‘em.” Bly tried to nab a sweet from the plate. Neyo slapped his hand away. Bly sulkily retreated. “‘Cause nobody but a clone would ever look out for a clone, right? Cody always used to say that.” Bacara gave Cody an unimpressed but amused look. “Oh, right, ori’vod said that first.”

“Guess the Emperor figured that they had the best babysitter in the GAR right there,” Wolffe joked. Hopefully. Rex couldn’t decide if clones were wasted as babysitters or if they would make the best babysitters ever. Both, maybe? “Can’t be that hard a job, though. Monk babies are probably perfectly behaved all the time. Right?” Cody popped open another beer, dead-eyed. “...right?”

Slowly, excruciatingly, Cody said, “He is the worst child I have met in my life.”

Rex patted his back sympathetically. “He’s not that bad. He’s pretty fun, actually.”

“You say that,” Cody gritted out through clenched teeth, “because you are not in charge of keeping him alive.”

“Yeah, his death wish is what makes him fun.”

Shockingly, Neyo stopped his ruthless plundering of their food long enough to chime in. “What’s a thirteen year old doing with a death wish?”

“Yeah,” Wolffe said, “thought Neyo-ori’vod had cornered the market on thirteen year olds with death wishes.” Bacara threw a bottle at his head, and he only narrowly dodged. “Hey, watch -”

“Being in charge of the young lord’s safekeeping is a great honor.” Cody said the words with such incredible emphasis, as if he was trying to carve them into his own body. “He will be an incredible asset to the Empire and it is my duty to prepare him as a future Sith apprentice. I would…never complain…about my sacred duty to the Empire.”

“Ow,” Bly said. “That bad?”

“Much worse,” Rex confirmed.

Bly’s sympathy was the last straw. Cody groaned into his hands, and Rex could almost hear the release valve popping. “He has decided that it is his life’s goal to discover every single secret a clone could conceivably keep. He has stopped at nothing to achieve this. He is in the vents. He is in the supply closets. He is underneath the beds. He is in the fucking trash compactor.”

“Like the trash?” Ponds asked blankly.

“He has decided it’s his job as padawan to impress his teachers into actually teaching him.” The entire room had been trained by Jango Fett, so they all nodded as if this was obvious. “His ridiculously negligent teachers, who think it is funny to let a thirteen year old boy vanguard every attack, throw him at the largest enemies on the field, lead every attack squadron, fly a starfighter -”

“Vader says it’s very normal for children to fly starfighters,” Rex said, affronted.

“The most reckless battalion in the GAR has found the single most eager to please child in the Jedi Temple. He will do anything for their approval. So he is out-performing Anakin Skywalker on reckless stunts.” Cody gave Rex a glare as dark as night. “And somebody is encouraging every single one.”

“I’m the fun one,” Rex informed the room. “Part of the mission.”

“Anakin Skywalker can do all of the reckless stunts he wants,” Cody snarled, and almost the entire room quailed. “He is the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy. This mildly talented thirteen year old is as fragile as flimsi and is attempting stunts twice as dangerous. And Skywalker is encouraging and cheering him on every single time.”

“And the vent thing,” Bly added helpfully.

“And the vent thing.” Cody popped open another beer, potentially in self-defense. “I want to tie him to a chair. I want to lock him in a room. I have an army to run, the most annoying Jedi in the galaxy to manage, Darth Vader calling me ‘no fun’ every other day, and Rex to worry about. I do not have the time or the energy to stop a child desperate for attention from flinging himself down an elevator shaft.”

Neyo abruptly stood up. The motion was sudden and strange, although it shouldn’t have been. The treats tray was cleared, and there was nothing left in the room that interested him. “My fists itch. Let’s go find a fight, Back.”

“Oh, hell yeah, been a minute since I got some energy out. Planetside’s boring.” Bacara stood up, carelessly dropping the glass on the ground and letting it shatter. The dregs of booze dripped from the sharp corners and stained the tile. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up in a second.”

“We can’t pay you two for bounty hunting,” Fox said, raising a thousand questions. Neyo adopted a considering look. “I don’t care what you do, just don’t make it my problem.”

“We clean up our own messes,” Neyo said.

He nodded at Bacara and left. Every eye in the room swiveled on Bacara, who casually sipped his beer and waited ten precise seconds. Then fifteen.

Finally, he stood up too. He walked towards the door, but he stopped in front of Cody first. Cody looked up at him, a little leery, as Bacara sat down on the table in front of him. Rex evacuated the vicinity, leaving Cody to his fate. It had been nice knowing him while he lasted.

“You’re a little asshole, you know that?”

Cody made a face. “I’m sorry, are we six -”

“No, you listen to me. Pay real good fucking attention.” Bacara constantly sounded like he wanted to kill you. He didn’t sound like he wanted to kill Cody any more than usual. But something in his tone made Cody sit up anyway, and made the rest of the room hold their breaths. “Your duty is to take care of that kid, and you are half-assing it.”

Rex puffed himself up, leaning forward. “Hey, nobody out there’s more dedicated than Cody -”

Bacara put a hand on his head, shoving him away. “Did the Emperor tell you to keep the kid alive, Kote? Or did he tell you to be his caretaker?”

Insanely, Fox yawned and weighed in, betraying them all. “Caretaker.”

“Taking care of a child is more than keeping them alive. It’s more than mopping up after somebody else’s messes. It is protecting that child. If you don’t protect that child, then the galaxy is going to eat him alive and rip him to shreds.”

“I am doing the best I can,” Cody protested, a little weakly. “He’s the one who keeps on throwing himself in danger just because he wants attention.”

“You’re sitting here whining and bitching and complaining because a kid who is not being protected is in danger. And whose fault is that, huh?” Bacara leaned in, and Cody finally quieted. “He’s not getting approval or attention, whose fault is that? Do you really think it’s normal for a kid not to care if he lives or dies? You need to step up. The fact that you’re whining about this at all is a failure.”

“Why am I the one who has to manage his entire life?” Cody snapped, heedless of Bacara’s dangerous look. “Why am I the one who has to change and not the natborns? Shouldn’t they be looking after their own damn kid?”

“That’s exactly what you don’t want,” Bacara said shortly. “You can’t wait for the natborns to get involved. Fuck, stop ‘em from getting involved. You know why? Because natborns are evil, nasty, selfish, lazy, and weak. Do you know what they do to kids who aren’t protected, who nobody cares about? ‘Cause Neyo and I do.”

The awkward reality of Neyo settled over the room like a charge of electricity. Nobody looked at each other. Cody looked a little shaken. It was the first time Rex had seen him shaken in a very long time.

“Jedi are vermin. You think the natborns we grew up with are bad? Those are the good guys. And after everything those cunts did to us, what they did to fucking - because they could get away with it. You think the Jedi wouldn’t do the same to a kid who nobody gives a shit about?”

“I’m just a clone,” Cody said, well and thoroughly rattled by Bacara’s words. Or maybe just the look in Bacara’s eyes. He could get wild sometimes. “I can give as much of a shit as I want, the rest of the galaxy isn’t going to care. My power is extremely limited. What am I supposed to do to protect him?”

“Stop making excuses and start taking some damn action.” Bacara stood up from the table, sneering down at Cody. Cody stiffened, clearly fighting the urge to lean back. “Fight dirty if you have to. Get underhanded. It’ll be you against the filthy vermin, so do whatever it takes. Got it?”

Cody nodded fervently, eyes wide. “Got it.”

“Good. When you see Neyo again, don’t disappoint him.”

With that parting remark - betraying the reason why he had said anything at all - Bacara left the room, slamming the door behind him. Rex and his batchmates were left sitting in silence, stewing in the cold shock of Bacara and Neyo’s vicious reality. Cody looked a little traumatized.

Most of the time, Rex considered a day three weeks after that point as where it began: the day Cody gathered the 501st and 212th and, frazzled beyond belief, told them that they would be educating the young lord in Mandalorian values and culture for the mission. Nobody had understood, but Cody’s increasingly specific instructions had been too much fun to complain about.

But sometimes Rex thought that this was where it had started: the back of a bar, sagging with drunk men and alcohol, brought still and awkward by an unwelcome reminder of the weighty reality nobody liked talking about. The horrified look on Cody’s face as Bacara broke a terrifying image over his head.

Maybe it was just all Bacara’s fault.

But what kind of dick would say that?

#it's a lot of fun writing fox Pre-Space Dementia but it always makes me a bit sad too.#all mentions of neyo were retroactively added once he became the thematic center of the entire story. he feels like a sioc.#seeing him outside pov is so funny. he just looks like a freak. sir hes my freak.#my writing #my asks #it was also fun going 'wow anakin's so great! padme freaks me out a bit she never blinks. yay anakin!'#He Doesn't Even Know That Padme's His REAL Best Friend

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 1 year ago

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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 2

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: While y/n starts to discuss her vision for the game she finds out that JK was someone she had hoped she would never have to deal with again. Giving up on her game for now she focuses on work and school but Jungkook has other plans for her this semester. Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word count: 2.4k~ Warnings: Explicit language (a little bit). Idk that's pretty much it for this chapter. A/N: This is heavily based off of the original bl (boy love) and it covers chapters (episodes) 2-12. I've switched around the timeline and got rid of a few scenes here and there so they're not exactly alike but I would like to stick close to the original story so let me know what you think! P.s. If you don't mind spoilers I would highly suggest reading the original story. I read it on the app Manta with the english adaptation being done by Angy and you can also find the Kdrama on Viki :) Read from the beginning

Sitting down with JK and explaining my vision for the project is becoming increasingly annoying, he picks out the flaws in the designs that Hana drew up as well as called my whole concept boring, basically making me want to just start ground ground zero at this point.

"Are you sure you'll be able to actually be able to create what I want? In terms of functionality and the coding behind it all on your own?" he asks, questioning my abilities.

"If you give me a chance I'm sure I'll be able to create a fully functioning 2D application" I say simply, knowing what I'm capable of.

"You know there are other aspects that you have to think about besides the design factor of it all. Have you figured out how you're going to go about that or would you be needing my help as well?" he asks getting cocky, trying to belittle me.

"I am aware and it's your choice what you plan to help with. I just need a character and gaming environment design from you. I'm able to handle the rest if need be" I say plainly stating my intentions.

"Well if you want me then I'll work on it with you". We work out a rough layout of how this will all go and when I feel it's time to end the meeting I hand him my phone and ask him to put his number in so I will have a ways to contact him to set up future meetings.

"Looks like you already have my number" he says and I tilt my head curiously, not sure how I would've found myself in a situation where I would need his number.

He calls himself from my phone so he has my contact as well and I see the name Motherfucker pop up on his screen. "Wait you're a girl?" he says clearly as confused as I am. JK = Jungkook, how did I not put that together?!??!?!

I snatch my phone out of his grasp and see the contact name I've assigned to his number and my heart drops seeing the name Freeloader 3 on the screen. Grabbing my bag I run out of that study room and don't stop until I've made it home.

Closing the door behind me I pray I've somehow lost him and that he didn't chase after me to see which way I took to go home.

I'm a girl so there's no way that he could cause physical harm to me. Right? He seemed somewhat of an intimidating guy so I guess he could go either way. Guys like him seem like they could get away with murder if they wanted to.

I shiver as I feel all of my hairs standing on end praying that that somehow won't be my fate.

That was a shit way to start off my summer but hopefully I won't have to bump into him ever again since I won't really have any reason to go to campus these days.

I'll just focus on working at the PC cafe and save up so I won't have to worry about working when classes are back in session.

~~~~~~~

My summer is uneventful just as I had hoped for and just when I thought that I had forgotten that disaster none other than Jungkook walks into the the cafe.

I keep my head down hoping he won't see me but as soon as I hear a lull in the conversation he was in I knew I was screwed.

I look up at him and see that he's clearly staring me down and as soon as he confirms it's me he rolls his eyes and scoffs before he makes his way over to one of the open PCs.

Why couldn't he have just turned around and gone somewhere else? There's another perfectly good cafe on the other side of town so why did he have to pick this one?

Who am I kidding why would he go out of his way to go across town when all we had was a little argument and he's mad at me because he thinks I'm to blame for keeping him from graduating.

As soon as I finish restocking the snack bar I get a notification of a customer placing an order and I check the notification and see that low and behold it's from Jungkook.

After retrieving his food from the cook I make my way over to him and place his items down in front of him. He looks me up and down before opening his mouth to say something which I could only assume is utterly irrelevant to me.

"Hey we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, do you think there's a chance that we could just start over? I could even introduce myself since I never really got a chance to do it in the first place. Hello my name is Jeon Jungkook and I'm a visual arts major" he says while holding out his hand as a peace offering.

"And that matters to me why? I don't think we have any reason as to why we should be interacting anymore since I don't want to work with you anymore. It's best if we just forget it and remain as strangers" I say turning to go so I can get back to work.

He follows me over to the front desk where I unfortunately am forced to stay so I'm stuck having to listen to him until he goes away.

"I'm not looking for a fight I promise. I just want to start over. You seem like a pretty nice girl and I would love to get to know you better" he says flashing me a smile that I'm sure many girls have fallen for before but I don't find it the slightest bit charming.

"Sounds like you should try to get a bit more creative with your pickup lines, I'm not interested" I say and look through the system begging for someone to give me something to do.

"I promise I just want to get to know you, no ulterior motive on my part, but if you wanted to go about things that way then I can't lie that I find you extremely attractive a-"

"I suggest you go back to your seat unless you would like me to call management to get you permanently banned and file a restraining order for sexual harassment" I say taking care of some emails from our vendors for next week’s shipment, finally having found something productive to do.

"Okay I get it I'll back off, I didn't mean to offend you like that. For what it's worth, I really did want to be your friend" he says and goes back to his seat, finally providing me some peace and quiet.

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The first day back at school I fall back into my usual routine.

I always get up at a certain time so I have time to exercise and take a shower before class, I get my bike downstairs at 9:16 on the dot and I have my whole route calculated down to the second. I make sure to get to class half an hour early everyday so I don't have to worry about rushing and I have time to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the day.

Walking into the lecture hall for my Chinese class I find myself buffering at the sight of a bag on top of the usual seat I sit in. It's the perfect seat that provides me with the best view of the board and allows for next to no distractions. It's kept at a comfortable temperature and it gives me the best route out of the classroom when the lecture is over.

Glaring down at the bag I'm temped to just move it but decide that I'll just wait until the owner comes back and ask them to switch seats.

I'm surprised that out of all the seats in this big lecture hall that they picked my exact seat.

I brush it off and go through the material we are going to cover today until I'm greeted with the mysterious owner of the bag that has caused me so much turmoil this morning.

Looking up to make eye contact with them I'm left with the sight of a smug looking smile from the bane of my existence, Jungkook.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper since more students have started to make their way in. "I'm recruiting for my pyramid scheme. What does it look like I'm doing?" he says while taking a seat.

"Switch seats with me" I say standing up expecting him to do as I say. "No this is my seat" he says and starts to get out his class materials.

"Just switch seats with me" I demand starting to lose my temper, but before he's even able to mumble a response our professor comes in and asks us all to sit down, prohibiting me from trying to get him to give me my seat back.

"Oh Mr. Jeon what a pleasant surprise, I thought I saw that you signed up to be my TA this semester. Class this is Jungkook, he lived in Beijing for a year so feel free to ask him a lot of questions. You'll also be turning in all of your assignments to him so if you have any questions please feel free to reach out to either of us. Right Mr. Jeon?" she asks to confirm.

"Yes I'm here to help" he announces to the class. "And I'll be right there to hold your hand the entire time y/n" he mumbles to me, using my name to address me for the first time. It some how sends a shiver through my spine and I can see from out of the corner of my eye that he's pleased with my response.

Why can't my body just cooperate with me just once? He's just a mildly attractive guy that's it, don't let his antics distract you.

~~~~~

After class ends I rush over to my next class and am greeted with yet another bag on my favorite seat.

He couldn't have gotten to this one before me as well right? Is he some kind of super villain that is hell bent on making my life miserable? Maybe it belongs to someone else and I'll actually be able to reason with them this time.

As I sit waiting for class to start I see a flash of red show up in my peripheral vision "Oh are you in this class too?" I hear him buzz right in my ear as he sits down next to me yet again. "Jungkook what are you doing here? This class isn't even close to what your major is. It's also one of the more advanced classes so I know that you're just here to annoy me" I grumble while taking my textbook out.

"And how do you even know my class schedule?" I ask and widen my eyes as the sight of the notebook I thought I lost a few months ago.

"How did you get that" I ask while reaching for it, which he childishly moves out of my reach. "You left it at the library that one day that you ran away from me. I was going to try to stop you to tell you but by the time I stepped outside the door you were already gone. Was I really that scary?" he says mockingly.

"No, you were just unpredictable so I didn't feel comfortable being in a private room with you, that's all. Now give me my book back!" I demand, trying to reach for it again and as soon as I think I've got a chance at reaching it I hear the professor walk in.

"Mr. Jeon is it?" he asks, unamused at the sight he's presented with.

"Yes sir" he says while both of us quickly take our seats. "If you plan on taking this class just for the purpose of flirting then I suggest you drop it, especially since it looks like this isn't required for your major" he says clearly already annoyed with the both of us already.

Thanks for getting me on his bad side already Jungkook, I think to myself, trying to control the blush that wants to grow from the embarrassment he has just caused me.

"I'm sorry professor it won't happen again" Jungkook says apologizing for both of our behavior. "See that it doesn't" he scolds and starts the lecture.

He finally gives me my book back and doesn't speak to me again, but he sure as hell still makes his presence know with all the fidgeting he's been doing.

As the minutes tick by I feel myself losing more and more of my concentration and as soon as the lecture ends I'm up and out of my seat and head out of the building as fast as I can. I can sense that someone is following me though so I decide to stop and then feel someone bump into me.

"Hey you could've knocked us over!" he says acting like it's my fault. "Well if you hadn't been following me then we wouldn't have had this problem now would we?" I finish crossing my arms.

"What is it that you want from me? Or are you just trying to make my life miserable because you failed that class and you feel like it's my fault?" I say genuinely curious as to why he's acting like this.

"Well I mean I'm willing to put the class thing behind if you just start being nice to me. I'm actually a really nice guy to be around and I really meant it when I said I wanted to be friends. Plus you've got me interested in that game of yours so I was wondering if you would take me back?" he finishes really making an effort to start over just like he said before.

"So your way of trying to make amends is by annoying the crap out of me? You're a lot dumber than I thought you were" I say walking away and much to my distaste he ends up following me.

"Come on just think about it, I saw the way your eyes lit up when you saw my portfolio, admit it you need me" he says regaining that cocky attitude.

"I don't need anyone, and I especially don't need you. There are plenty of designers out there, you're replaceable" I say and storm off hoping my honest feelings stopped him from wanting to talk to me for the rest of the day.

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Hey Nicole, I really hope you do not take offense to this because you are the writer; you write whatever and however you want to write. Just like I, as the reader, can read whatever I’d like. I really really want to keep reading your fics, however I keep stopping when I see that you begin to rhyme. My brain just starts focusing on the rhymes, try to skip over them, and then I lose interest. Which truly sucks because I really like the story lines of your Jax and Ray works! I also don’t really like the over use of “bitch”, but again, completely your writing and your preferences. In my humble (and of course unsolicited) opinion, if you could perhaps rhyme less and use “bitch” less.

With all this being said, I completely understand that you write because you really want to and none of us are paying you to write so what readers say to you shouldn’t matter much. I just wanted to throw this out there as a sort of constructive criticism that I honestly hope you do not take rudely, because that is not my intention at all.

Hi anon.

Firstly, thank you for framing this politely as not all anons do — I appreciate it a ton. I will try to reply with the same courtesy, but I apologize in advance if any salty energy comes through, because to be honest receiving this ask has upset and hurt me.

I wish this ask hadn’t been sent anonymously, as I would’ve preferred to answer it privately, but on anon that’s not an option unfortunately. I have *issues* with tumblr’s perception of me, which is why I’m so vocal about craving praise publicly; throughout most of my tumblr experience, for lots of complicated reasons, I’ve felt as if I look pathetic and lame. Now people are going to see this unsolicited criticism I’ve received and it adds to that feeling and makes me ashamed.

I wish you had taken the time to get more familiar with my blog before deciding that it would be appropriate for you to criticize my writing style. If you had checked the dates on my old posts, maybe read some of my author’s notes, you would’ve noticed that I actually haven’t been writing fics for a very long while. This ask assumes that I’m still writing at this time, and that it makes sense for you to advise me to write differently because you don’t like the way I rhyme. But I stopped writing long ago. That’s something most of my readers and followers know. When I recently became active again, it was with the intention of making new connections, and hopefully getting more love and praise on my old stuff, because I never felt I got enough.

I wish you hadn’t referred to my “over use” of ‘bitch’, as if there’s some objective standard as to how often writers are supposed to use ‘bitch’, and I just transgressed over it. Yes I use it a lot, but it’s no secret that this blog is 99% filthy smut, a big part of the point of which is to scratch my own kinky itch. Of course I understand that I use ‘bitch’ more often than you’d like to see, but that’s just a matter of personal preference; while I appreciate that most of this ask was presented politely, I really don’t think “over use” was the appropriate reference.

I wish you hadn’t described it as seeing that I “begin to rhyme” as if it’s something that I start doing mid-fic at random times. Pretty much every fic I’ve posted here starts rhyming in the very first few lines. It’s a consistently intentional artistic choice — I like the way it gives my writing a distinctive voice. Sort of like lyrics set to music. Lyrics rhyme ‘cause there’s a cadence and a vibe that only rhyming can provide and I love diving into that magical world whenever writing or rereading my own fics. It’s also really fucking hard to write this way; I’ve been writing since I was four, and never rhymed back in the day (like, years ago when I wrote an original series that very nearly got a book deal and TV show deal I obviously didn’t rhyme because of course that’s not what publishers are looking for). I’m capable of writing in a way that’s more conventional for sure. But I’ve always loved the poetic side of prose, the way it flows, so in these past few years of writing fanfics, just for kicks, this rhyming style has organically become a kind of fun exciting challenge that I wanted to explore. At the risk of sounding like a snobby stuck-up whore, I think it takes a special talent and I’ve wished people would recognize it more. I’m well aware that this writing style isn’t for everybody, and I totally understand that it’s not your cup of tea! But I’ve had plenty of wonderfully supportive readers who don’t mind it, many of whom have told me that they like it, thankfully. So if and when I ever decide to write again, it’ll be for myself most importantly, as well as for the readers who admire and enjoy the unique way that I write my stories; I have to decline your suggestion, respectfully.

I wish you hadn’t said “constructive criticism” as if there’s some kind of error or flaw in my fics, that you’re in a position to advise me on how to fix. I realize that you also said it’s just your own humble opinion which I respect, but there’s something that still just rubs me the wrong way about use of the phrase “constructive criticism” in this context, especially since it’s not even constructive really, given that I’m not currently writing as I’ve explained previously. Criticism tends to have an effect. Even if it’s constructively intended, it can get destructively stuck in our heads, and make us feel discouraged and upset. Especially on tumblr where most writers are just trying to fuck around and connect, I think it’s generally best not to give it, when it’s unsolicited. Of course there are writers on tumblr who are open to receive it, or even seek it, and that is absolutely great! But I’m not one of them; there’s a reason why the little notes at the end of all of my fics urge my readers to let me know if they enjoyed them… I’m only here for good vibes and fun times and positive feedback on the stuff that I create.

Anyway. I’m not sure what you actually like about my fics for Jax and Ray — “I really like the story lines” is rather vague — but there are tons of writers here who’ve written Jax/Ray fics with awesome storylines, just as good as or better than mine! And the cool news is that most of them probably use ‘bitch’ fewer times, and *none of them* will bother you with rhymes! (I’m pretty sure I am the only Charlie fic writer who does this clownass rhyming thing, but I’d be intrigued and surprised to know if there is anyone else with a similar style of writing…)

So I hope you find fics that align better with your preference! Your preferences are of course completely valid and I’m sure you’re not the only one who finds my writing style unpleasant. I really do appreciate the polite tone that you’ve taken with this ask and hope that my response makes sense. I know I have rambled way more than I should have, so if you don’t bother to read every paragraph, I won’t take offense!

Sending you good vibes and wishing you the best ✨

#no tags i guess 😶

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burning-academia-if · 11 months ago

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Hey, this isn’t related to the story but I was curious how you got started with twine? Your story inspired me and I want to learn the program so I can make my own. I wanted to see if you had any advice or reference points. Perfectly fine if not, much love regardless!

I've messed with Twine on and off for a while now, so I'm not sure when I actually got into it? It was probably when I originally got into IFs back in like 2015 lol

I use Twine Sugarcube specifically, and I pretty much just watched/read through these:

Twine or Treat: a youtube playlist where a guy shows you how to make a game. Focuses more on making an exploration/puzzle game in Twine, but still has some useful/relevant info

Introduction to Twine: another video playlist, although again, I really only watched what I needed

The Twine Grimoire: there's 3, with each one going through more complicated concepts each volume, includes Harlowe as well as Sugarcube

Sugarcube (and Harlowe) also have their own documentation, but it's so Long and Daunting that I honestly just ignored it when I first started LOL. It's obviously useful to have and reference, but I always need to watch people doing the thing first. I really struggle with just reading through things personally. I'm comfortable enough with Twine now that it isn't overwhelming though lol

Also I'd argue you really only need to learn how to set variables to get started with IFs. Once you know how passages work and how variables work, you're almost set to make an IF.

I'd also recommend learning the very basics HTML and CSS just in case. There's plenty of Twine templates available for free on itch.io, but if you want to adjust them in any way, it's helpful to know CSS/HTML. Also just have fun and mess around! From visual novels to this IF, my learning process has honestly just been 'fuck around and find out' and it's been useful so far! I also think it helps with the inherent anxiety of trying something new too

But yeah, hopefully some of this is helpful/useful to you!

#em answers #programming #twine #twine resources #also also google will be your best friend lmfaO #if you wonder why something isn't working you probably forgot a < or [ or ( in your code and hate yourself immediately when you notice it #if you get frustrated take a break you'll notice your mistake in like an hour when you feel better #take care of yourself and your wrists also #I always work with a cup of my fav tea and with the BA playlist on repeat #which sounds cliche but listen to me it really really helps #when you release a game and someone points out a mistake for the first time it feels deathly embarrassing but #honestly no one cares as much as you think you're fine #anyway I think that covers it #and good luck to you anon!!

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midwestmade29 · 1 year ago

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Prequel Request 💻

To Anonymous: Your idea was so cute! I loved coming up with the little moments that were shared between Christian, Adam, and Adam’s little sister. The summer part was fun to write too 😉 I hope I did your request justice🤞🏻Thanks so much for sending it in 🖤

Word count: 2,405 Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Disclaimers: Broken bone, losing virginity, sexual intercourse. Read at your own discretion.

Original Anonymous Request: “Sis! I need a prequel to the last fic! Anyway we can get something with the little moments with Adam, the Reader, and Christian as they all grew up as well as moments with The Reader and Christian that summer that they were all over each other when she was home from college?”

You'll find my original story that inspired this request here 🙂

School had just let out for the summer and your mother took you, your older brother Adam, and his best friend Christian to get ice cream and celebrate. You practically salivated all over the counter while you watched each worker scoop out the delicious dairy onto cones and into bowls. “What the heck is that monstrosity? That looks disgusting!” Christian said to you with a scrunched-up face. His words didn’t faze you though, and you happily dug into your sweet treat covered in gummy bears, sprinkles, cookie pieces and chocolate syrup. With your mouth full, you asked Christian if he wanted a bite and his response was a fake gag.

That same summer was when the 3 of you were outside riding your bikes, showing off different tricks each of you could do. You tried to one up your big brother and his best friend by attempting a trick you’d never done before, but it backfired immediately when you overturned your bike forcing it to land on your wrist and break it in 2 places! Adam carried you all the way home to your mom and Christian took care of your bike. Your mom rushed you to the emergency room to get x-rays, sighing in relief when the doctor said surgery wasn’t needed. Your wrist hurt, that’s for sure, but you were more focused on what color cast you were going to get to pay much attention to it! When you got home late that night, Adam was already fast asleep, and you weren’t too far behind. You were about to plop down on your bed when you noticed a Lex Luger and a Sting wrestling figure resting up against your pillow with 2 notes taped to their chests:

Dear sis, Sorry about your wrist! I hope it heals super-fast! Hopefully good old Lex can help cheer you up some. Love ya, Adam P.S.-You’re going to look so tough with your new cast!

To Y/N, You better be more careful next time! I’m letting you borrow Sting, but I want him back the minute your wrist is healed. -Christian P.S.- I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t wait to sign your cast.

“Come on guys, don’t fight! You two are best friends! Now hug and make up, right now.” You demanded. You stood in the middle of Adam and Christian while they had their backs turned towards each other. They had been arguing over petty stuff for the last 45 minutes, and you were getting tired of hearing them go back and forth. Even though you were the youngest out of the 3 of you, you were wise beyond your years! You surprised them both with your next words, “Seriously, will the stuff you two are fighting about even matter tomorrow? Stop being dummies! You’re best friends, not enemies so act like it!” Christian stayed disgruntled with his arms crossed, refusing to be the first to say sorry, but Adam’s stance softened when he turned around and looked at you. “Wow, you opened your mouth and mom came out there for a second Y/N! But you’re right. This fight was stupid and I’m sorry Christian. Friends?” he asked while extending his hand to his best friend. Christian didn’t budge or shake Adam’s hand until you kicked him in the shin, forcing him out of the stupor he was in. Through gritted teeth he shook Adam’s hand and agreed, “Friends.”

Christian’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic when you were kids, or so you thought. The older the two of you got, the more his feelings for you started to change. It was odd when he started being nice to you, and definitely strange when you noticed he was talking to you more than he was Adam. You just chalked it up to him sucking up to you so you would help him with his homework! You still remember the disappointed look on his face when you told him that you would be gone for nearly 2 months because you were going to be a counselor at a summer camp. “Really? 6 weeks? That won’t leave you much summer break when you get back. Are you sure you have to go?” Christian murmured. “Of course, I have to go, silly! It’s a great opportunity for me. It’s not like I won’t be having fun while I’m there too! There’s plenty of activities to do and I get to mentor kids,” you said full of excitement. You thought Christian’s next question was bizarre, even for his weird ass. “Is it a girl’s only camp?” You didn’t even bother responding to such a ridiculous question! Instead, you rolled your eyes and made your way towards your front door, Christian following behind you like a lost puppy.

2 more years passed, you were certainly all grown up now! You were looking forward heading off to college in the fall, and the summer ahead was just prolonging your independence and your desire to explore new surroundings. One night, your mother had baked cookies and you sat at the kitchen counter devouring them. Laughter filled the air, and the conversation flowed! Out of nowhere, your mom brought up Christian, “You know that boy has it bad for you, Y/N! It’s so obvious!” The horrified look on your face made her laugh! “Christian?! As in Adam’s best friend, Christian? The one who has teased me my whole life and been a thorn in my side? There’s no way mom!” your words came out a little faster than you meant them to, and the more you spoke on the matter, you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince your mother- or yourself that Christian didn’t have feelings for you. Your mother’s words were soft as she explained herself farther, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Y/N. The boy is smitten! He asks me about you all the time, you know? The two of you are old enough now to explore any…feelings that might be there. Better to discuss things now before it’s too late and you’re off to college.” That same night while you were lying in your bed, sleep evaded you while you continuously went over the conversation you had earlier with your mother. Her words didn’t seem so silly the more you thought about them, and they helped you realize something that you had suppressed deep inside of you for several years, you had feelings for Christian.

“Why wasn’t I supposed to tell Adam we were meeting here, Y/N? What’s going on?” Christian asked you as he slid into the corner booth. Seeing Christian in this new light made you feel shy, even a little awkward. The conversation you had planned in your head wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought it would be! “Because if he knew the reason why I asked you to come, you’d probably end up with a broken nose and he’d lock me in my room until summer is over!” you teased. Christian looked over his shoulder, making sure the coast was clear before speaking frantically, “Okay, spill it Y/N! You’ve got me worried that my best friend might try and kill me for talking to his sister. What the heck is going on?!” That night you confessed your feelings for Christian, laying everything on the table at your local diner. You practically handed the boy your heart on a silver platter! When he didn’t respond right away, you felt yourself sink a little in the booth and your cheeks felt like they were bright red. When he finally spoke, all your worry and doubt washed away. “Was I that obvious?” he asked sheepishly. “I thought I hid my feelings pretty well. Man, your mom doesn’t miss anything does she? Anyway, I’m crazy about you Y/N! I have been for a long time. What do you say? Do you want to see where the summer takes us and really give a relationship a try?” You were beaming from his words, eagerly responding, “Yes, of course! I want nothing more, Christian.”

Your mom helped you and Christian stay off Adam’s mind and out of his sight as your relationship continued to blossom. She made you promise her that you would tell your brother soon about you and Christian dating, but you hadn’t found the right time to break the news to him yet. Even though it felt wrong sneaking around behind your brother’s back, you were enjoying spending all your time with his best friend and getting him all to yourself! You and Christian shared your first kiss in the warm summer rain when it started to down pour while the two of you were at a concert in a local park. The kiss was something you had dreamed about ever since you could remember, and it turned out to be incredibly sweet and romantic. Most of the summer days were spent poolside to escape the heat. Christian definitely approved of your skimpy bikini while your older brother did not. Your favorite activity was one the two of you did almost every night as long as Adam was asleep or had other plans separate from yours. Christian always brought the blanket and made quick work of spreading it out on the ground so both of you could lay on it and look at the stars. You two shared several meaningful conversations, often talking about your childhood but also looking ahead and making plans for the future.

One night, things were heating up between you and Christian as you made out underneath the blanket of stars. This spot near the pond just behind your house had become your favorite place, almost a sanctuary of peace and serenity for you and Christian. But the more his hands roamed freely on your body, leaving you a panting mess whenever he would break a kiss to come up for air, it turned into a place full of passion and desire. Christian knew you were a virgin and he never made you feel embarrassed of it or ashamed, and never forcing you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. You had talked about taking that next step in your relationship in recent conversations, but you were hesitant. You knew it wouldn’t be Christian’s first time, him giving up that part of him a long time ago, but you still wanted it to be special for him too. “What if I’m no good at it?” you asked while your hands covered your face. Christian slowly removed them so he could look into your eyes, his words full of sincerity as he reassured you, “Giving yourself to me in that way is a gift and it’s something I don’t take lightly. No matter when- or if it happens- I know it will be beautiful. I will do my best to make sure it’s special for the both of us.”

A week later, you made your final decision about having sex with Christian or not. When you told him you were ready, he nearly took you right then and there on your front porch! The very next night, Christian took you by the hand and led you to your favorite spot. You couldn’t believe your eyes when he parted the final tree branches, revealing a strand of lights that were strung from the tree over to the old swing. A lantern illuminated the familiar blanket on the ground that was now adorned with a few small pillows and a second blanket. The only noise that could be heard were the rustling leaves on the trees in the soft summer breeze and the sound of nature carrying on quietly all around you. Once you were comfortable on the blanket, Christian checked in with you one final time before proceeding any further, “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? It’s completely fine if you’ve changed your mind. I’d be more than happy to lay here with you and look at the stars.” You gave him the green light to continue, and he took his time removing your clothes. He kissed every inch of newly exposed skin as he went along, making sure to savor every part of you. You watched as he opened the condom with his teeth before sliding it down his hard length and positioning himself in between your legs. He warned you gently that it was going to hurt at first, but after a while the discomfort would go away.

You held your breath as he inched himself inside of you, gasping when his full length was all the way in. “A-are you okay, Y/N? If it’s too much, p-please tell me and I’ll stop,” Christian said breathlessly as his slowed his movements. “No, please don’t stop. K-keep going!” you reassured him. With each thrust of his hips, the discomfort started to dissipate and was replaced with pleasure as Christian’s tip hit all the right spots. Your fingers dug into his back as waves of pure bliss crashed over your body, your tight walls squeezing around Christian and milking him of everything he had to give you. His name fell from your lips when you came, your juices coating the condom allowing Christian to slide in and out with ease. With a few final grunts, Christian found his release too, his body still pinning you against the blanket as he tried to steady his breathing. He planted tender kisses on your lips between each breath and you couldn’t help but smile. “How are you doing sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” his words were a mere whisper as he looked into your eyes, studying your face for any kind of sign that you were okay. You couldn’t help but to burst out into a fit of giggles when you asked Christian, “That. Was. Incredible! When can we do it again?”

That wasn’t the last time the two of you had sex that summer. Your appetite for Christian was insatiable, and he was more than willing to try and cure your hunger. If you could’ve stayed in the bubble you and Christian had created around yourselves, you certainly would have. Unfortunately, September was rapidly approaching, bringing you closer to the difficult decision that you knew each of you had to make. Little did you know at the time just how much the end of summer decision was going to alter the course of your relationship afterwards.

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bluecatwriter · 7 months ago

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Director’s cut ask game: ⭐️⭐️ (aka whatever story you want to talk about!)

Thanks so much for the ask! I scrolled through my fics and chose one of my ensemble pieces, "Waiting,": "It's mid-October, and as the group stays in Varna listening for news of Dracula's whereabouts, Jonathan observes the way that each person deals with the growing suspense of waiting." (Spoilers ahead...)

-I think I started drafting this fic after I'd finished my first run of Dracula Daily back in 2022, but it sat half-finished for several months before I finally started working on it again. As is evident from the huge number of my fics that take place during the week in Varna, I'm a bit obsessed with that part of the book: the waiting feels unbearable, and of course my mind starts spinning stories of what everyone is doing to pass the time!

-I decided on Jonathan's perspective here, because I thought it would be interesting to view each person's coping strategy through one person's point of view. (I ended up doing this again in a different fic from Arthur's perspective, called "A Week in Varna.")

-The story has five parts, each focused on a different member of the Crew of Light (with Jonathan and Mina sharing the last section). I can't remember the original sequence, but I do remember that I reshuffled it a few times in order to get the narrative to flow.

-In the part about Van Helsing, I tried to show how heavy a toll all the waiting was taking as he tried to stay in control: keeping tabs on Mina's slow transformation, trying to do research, and so on. I loved the image of him praying the rosary over Mina while she slept during the day, too. And he's doing his best to try to make sure Jonathan isn't getting snacked on (but he's not very tactful about it). I tried to show Jonathan's compassion and empathy for him, even as Jonathan is withholding information from him.

-Beloved Arthur! He's the guy in the group who always has a granola bar in his fanny pack, and we love him for it. He is always golden-retriever-coded in my stories, but especially when writing from Jonathan's perspective. I did some minor internet searching to find a candy that someone would be likely to find in Bulgaria in the 1890s, but not sure if I succeeded. (If the violetki is anything like the drop hard licorice I ate in the Netherlands, I probably would not like it! Hopefully Jonathan does, though.)

-Quincey and Jonathan having an unexpected connection was a nice addition to this story, and looking back I can see some seeds for my later fic, "Step Into the Light." I liked the image of them sitting together in companionable silence, each cleaning and preparing their weapon.

-The section with Jack was the most fun to write, because he's being unbearably awkward and annoying to Jonathan right now, which is a dynamic that always makes me laugh for some reason. Though his dialogue is pretty ambiguous in the story, as I was writing it, the vibe I was going for was, "Trying to bring up the subject of 'what if your wife is eating you??' but wisely deciding to settle for some extremely ineffective flirting instead."

-The Jonathan/Mina scene in this one was the hardest to get right, but I'm happy with how it turned out. I wanted to show the ways that Jonathan is both supporting her (agreeing to pray with her every night despite All That going on with him) and putting his foot down (insisting that she drink from him every night). I also wanted to emphasize the different ways that they are dealing with God at this point— Mina through devotion, Jonathan through a dread and angry sense of waiting to see how it ends for him to make up his mind about what's going on. I'm one of those people who headcanons Jonathan as keeping his faith— albeit in a different, more mature form— in the end, but at this point all he knows is that Mina is hurt, and his teeth are bared.

-Speaking of bared teeth, Mina gets to drink all the blood she wants! #girlboss. This scene was pretty erotic but I ended up writing a more explicit version of it from Mina's perspective, which was really interesting, too.

-I'm a bit too happy with the closing line: "Jonathan kept his promise to the professor— he did not need to tell him about the marks on his thigh, because he knew exactly what had caused them." BOOM. MIC DROP! But seriously, I liked how this tied the ending to the beginning scene, and how it shows Jonathan once again disobeying an old man telling him what to do by being sneaky about it. That's my boy!

Thank you again for asking! :D

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#ask games #answered #my writing #dracula daily #dracula daily spoilers #jonathan harker #abraham van helsing #arthur holmwood #quincey morris #jack seward #mina harker #jonmina #dracula (novel)#director's cut game

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asirensrage · 6 months ago

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Saudade - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta'd **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: Thank you all for reading! As I said, the fic is complete, I'll post as I edit but it should be fairly regular updates (especially compared to some of my other fics lol). There is a lot that happens but it's a lot of fun.

also on ao3

fic masterlist - prologue

She sits across from him once he’s showered and dressed. He hasn’t let up about the fact that she’s a stranger in his house, at least until he sees the photos of them as kids. Honestly, she still doesn’t really get it. She doesn’t know what happened but she’s been playing along with it until she can figure things out. It feels like she’s playing some role she didn’t know about and she half expects one of her brothers to jump out and tell her it’s a huge prank. Except she doesn’t actually look like herself. It’s weird. Since she woke up here, she knows she doesn’t belong, but she has the memories as if she grew up here. As if she’s always had a younger brother and not a couple of older ones. The memories of this life are there, but they’re faded, like a memory of a movie she watched. There’s no real emotional connection to any of them.

The boy across from her, her younger brother whose eyes are somehow too sharp, is the only one to question her existence. It’s a relief. It makes her feel like she hasn’t just gone insane. She had been avoiding him since she woke up here and it was easy since he never seemed to be home or secluded himself in his room while recovering. Or so his mother said. Now she kind of wishes she had sought him out earlier, just to get this confirmation.

“So who are you?”

She picks up one of the puzzle pieces that’s on the floor and tries to see if she can see where it fits. The first place she tries doesn’t work. “Takara. Or they call me Takara. Apparently, it’s my name.”

“You don’t know your name?”

She looks up at him. “I woke up here a couple days ago. Like this,” she motions to herself. They look similar, as siblings do, sharing the same original hair and eye colour. Her eyes are not as wide though, her face a little more curved, a little softer like her body is. It’s weird to think about. She’s also shorter than she used to be. “I was back home before that…” she pauses, trying to remember. It’s almost like an afterthought. She has to concentrate, thinking of the last thing that happened before she woke up here. Nothing is clear. She doesn’t linger long on that revelation. “I think…something happened but I don’t know. I can’t-” she cuts herself off, shaking her head and moving on. “I have the memories of living here, of being your sister, but they’re…fuzzy. Like a movie I saw years ago. I know the plot but not the details.” She focuses back on the puzzle, looking for another piece to place. She panicked about it when she first woke up here but now it seems like an old problem, something that slips from her grip every time she tries to think about it too hard. It’s easier to just continue.

“And…no one noticed?” He asked, looking at her in concern.

She smiles softly. “You’re the only person to realize I don’t belong!”

“What? How?” He stares at her in shock before jumping to his feet and pacing in front of her. “This shouldn’t happen! I mean, you didn’t exist before! Even when I first time travelled it–”

“You can time travel?”

His eyes go wide and she realizes that he didn’t mean to say it.

“Huh,” she leans back on her hands, ignoring the feeling of puzzle pieces under them. “That’s pretty fucking cool. I wonder if that’s what happened to me…” She eyes him speculatively. “Why don’t you tell me everything and I’ll tell you what I know and maybe we can figure this shit out?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, okay.”

The conversation quickly devolves but they learn more about each other. Takemichi has only known life as an only child whereas she was raised with older brothers. He’s been left to his own devices a lot, free to roam, compared to her life being filled with sports and activities. She was determined to do what her brothers could and that involved compromises in terms of what activities she did. It never left her a lot of free time for friends outside of her teammates.

Whatever brought her here inserted her into his life in a way that made sense. She was made to fit into the cracks, or at least they were used as an explanation for why she is the way she is. She knows there are memories of being discarded to the side for the sake of her brother. It leaves a familiar ache of resignation and resentment in her gut, one that she’s determined to stomp out. Regardless of what she feels, neither of them asked for this. Still, she can’t help but point it out.

“You know you’re super spoiled, right?”

“What? No, I’m not!”

“You are. At least, now you are? I think it’s a way of fitting me into your life. You’re the son so you got what you wanted.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking weird.”

🏍️

By the time they finish the puzzle together, she comes to the conclusion that she likes him. He reminds her a bit of one of her older brothers. That same easy grin and determination to do what’s right. She can’t blame him for wanting to fix things, especially since he seems more concerned about the people he knows dying than himself. He only really mentions his own death like it’s a footnote. Still, she knows that she probably wouldn’t have that same conviction. Then again, maybe she would if it was someone she cared about.

“Alright,” she says with a nod. “I’ll help you.”

He looks at her in surprise. “What? You will?”

“Sure,” she shrugs. “It’s not like I have anything better to do. I’m not technically supposed to be here, right? We both know you didn’t have a sister before I showed up even if no one else does, so maybe that’s why I’m here. To help you. Besides, it’s an older sibling's job to help their pain in the ass younger one, isn’t it?” She looks at him and sees the tears falling down his face. “Are you crying again?”

“I can’t help it!”

She laughs at that.

“Thank you!” He practically leaps over the table to hug her. “I was so scared. I didn’t know what I’m going to do!”

“Yeah well, just keep me up to date and I’ll help, okay? And tell me when you’re going to disappear and shit.”

He cries harder.

She rolls her eyes and hugs him back. “Don’t worry. It’ll be tough, but we’re not alone, right?”

“I’m sorry you’re here,” he says, finally pulling back and wiping at his face. She tries to ignore the way her chest feels as though it’s caving in at those words. She doesn’t know if it’s because of the reminder or the fact that she already forgot about the way she doesn’t belong. “I don’t know why it happened, but I swear, I’ll make it worth it! I’ll be the best brother!”

She smiles softly and rubs the top of his head, messing up his hair. “Don’t worry about that.” She stands and stretches slightly before looking down at him. “I’m going to make dinner. Who knows when our parents will be home.”

“Okay,” he nods.

She smiles again and heads out of his room, pausing only to call back. “Clean your room! And don’t forget about the mess you left outside!”

“Aww!” she hears him groan. “That wasn’t even me!”

“It’s your friends, it’s your mess!” she called back before heading downstairs. Being an older sibling could be fun. Still, her smile fades as she enters the kitchen. Takemichi’s story left something aching in her and one thought is on repeat. Did she die too?

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Takemichi and her move around each other cautiously.

Despite coming to an agreement about what’s next, Takemichi has no real plans and spends most of his time out of the house. She can’t really blame him. Her new parents are around but they seem to take little interest in their children now that they’re teenagers, aside from making sure chores and homework get done.

It’s fine. She’s not entirely used to being on her own or having this much free time. Her life before was filled with activities and teams, but it gives her time to think about what’s happening, especially with the fact that her new brother is involved with a gang and is likely going to get pulled in further if he doesn’t submerge himself first.

Thankfully, she’s managed to find and buy some inline skates. It’s not exactly the same as ice skates, but it’s close enough that it’s comforting. The act of skating is familiar and easy and helps her think. It also helps her explore her surroundings better.

It reads like a bad story. The more she thinks about it, the more the feeling of unease grows deep in her stomach. She doesn’t know what happened back home, but she’s already tried to research herself and her family. There’s no response or sign of even her old social media. She’s here, in a new body, in a new place with a new family and it doesn’t seem right. She never thought she’d miss her brothers, but she does. She misses everything…and she doesn’t.

Still, there’s not really much she can do.

Not yet at least. She got lucky that her brother in this world is someone who’s experiencing a supernatural thing himself. It makes it easier on both of them to believe each other and based on what he’s told her, they need to.

“Hey! Takara!” She skids to a stop at the sound of her name. Her memories of this life are fuzzy, but she knows enough that while she has acquaintances, she doesn’t really have any close friends. Another way, she thinks, to explain her presence. Or at least making it easier to shove her into this role. She didn’t use to believe in magic before this.

She looks to see who called her and realizes she is skating past her brother and his friends. She vaguely remembers the names of the three who he’s been friends with. The memory of their introduction is there but she hadn’t cared to get to know them. It made sense considering they were a year or so younger than her. She knows who Hina is, not only from her memory but from listening to Takemichi talk about her and how he’s going to save her. The other three are a mystery, though two of them had been there at their house. His house.

Takemichi is waving at her though so she skates towards him. “What?” He looks a little surprised at her greeting, but she circles him slowly, waiting for him to answer.

“Is that really how you greet your favourite brother?”

“Yes,” she says, completely deadpan. She tries not to smile as the tall one laughs. It’s a strange thing to have such strong affection for a boy she actually met not that long ago. She’s not fully sure if it’s real or a by-product of the fake memories she has. Maybe it’s the reminder of her actual brother. She trusts him though.

“I wanted to introduce you to my friends!”

“We already know your sister,” the one Takemichi called Akkun says. He’s the one who tried to kill him. Probably succeeded too in that first death. Takemichi mentioned being pushed.

She weaves around them, crossing her feet as she skates backwards. They’re all staring and she’s unsure if it’s because she’s never done this here before or they’re just not used to seeing anyone on blades.

“I know you have,” Takemichi says. “But she hasn’t been introduced to Mikey and Draken!” It’s a nice recovery.

She skids to a stop at the names, looking over the two he motioned to.

“Yo,” the tall one says. “I’m Draken, that’s Mikey,” he motions to the shorter blond next to him. He looks her up and down. “Didn’t know Takemitchy had a sister.”

“I don’t get out much,” she replies dryly.

“Can you do any tricks?” Mikey asks, his eyes meeting hers. “On those wheels. You’re pretty fast.”

“Hmm...” she thinks about it. She can on ice and in her original body, but this isn’t the same. The other guys suddenly start cheering her on, telling her to try it. She rolls her eyes before waving them off. “Hold on, let me see.” She looked around at the amount of space they had. “You’re going to have to sit on the steps if you want me to try this. I don’t know if I can pull it off.”

They dutifully move out of the way.

She takes a moment to skate around and get a feel of the ground. Being on inline skates isn’t the exact same as ice skates and she’s not completely familiar with the balance of her now but she should be able to do something. All that experience in those stupid figure skating classes had to pay off sometimes.

She slows down and takes a moment to skate on one foot, checking her balance and fixing her posture. She does the same for the other foot before she puts it down and picks up her speed. She moves in a familiar spin, allowing herself to fall into the memory of it. She keeps it short, not wanting to make herself too dizzy. She lifts one leg in the air behind her as she skates forward, keeping her balance as she leans down, making it look far more elegant than she knows it is. After she lowers her leg, she turns and picks up speed again before trying to jump. It doesn’t work. She lands correctly, but in a way that works on ice, not wheels and her legs go sliding out from under her. She skids to a stop on her ass.

“Ow.”

“Takara!” The others run towards her and she takes Takemichi’s hand out of all the ones offered to get her back on her feet. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she brushes herself off. She wheels herself back a bit, away from the others. Just to get some space.

“That was amazing!” The girl she doesn’t recognize says, eyes seeming to shine. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Ice skating,” Takara answers. It’s the truth after all.

“I’m Emma, Mikey’s sister,” the girl introduces herself.

“Takara, Takemichi’s sister.” It’s strange how easy it is to say that. Maybe there’s something wrong with her. She doesn’t feel completely lost or sick with fear, guilt and hurt. She should. In the back of her mind, she knows she shouldn’t be accepting this so easily. “I’m gonna go,” she says, suddenly weirded out by the reminder. “I’ll see you at home,” she tells Takemichi. She skates back, checking to make sure she’s not going to hit something other than pavement before she turns.

“Wait!” She pauses and looks towards Hinata who called out. “We’re–we’re going to the festival tomorrow. Do you want to come?”

It’s sweet. She probably would have asked her boyfriend’s sister as well, if she ever had one. Her brothers were effective in scaring off any boys interested in her. “No, I have plans, but you guys have fun! Bye!” It’s a lie but she doesn’t feel bad about it. She waves and smiles at the group of them before she takes off.

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