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hecticcheer · 4 years ago

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Abyss of Possibilities (T/M/A fic)

Finished the platonic Jon&Daisy sickfic thing!! This was based on an emeto prompt,* but I’m posting it here instead of on shiftytracts because. Frankly it comes out a lot better when considered as h/c or whump than as emeto/kink fic. As usual w/ me, I set out to write the latter and instead got? 4.6k of Daisy character study whose external plot happens to be that Jon throws up? Ft. also a little Melanie&Helen friendship. It’s not bad as a story though so I’m posting it anyway.

Basira was out on another mysterious errand, which Daisy figured put her and Jon in about the same wretched position. Scratching and baying at the doors of their owners’ empty houses. Commiserating with him seemed a better use of her time. What was more, Jon had spent all day wobbly and coughing—fingertips leaving trails of slime on everything he touched like a snail—and she still couldn’t stand to see that in a person she’d made one of her own. (Monster she’d made one of her own. Whichever.) So after one of his more pathetic fits of coughing she’d decided to make them both tea. It started out as an excuse to leave the room; in fact she’d told him she’d had to pee. But when she’d come to the fork in the hallway her legs had taken her several steps past the turning for the bathroom before she’d noticed her mistake, and, yeah, well. Steps were a limited resource these days. So she’d talked herself into going to the break room for tea instead, and figured if she made Jon some too then.

Well—it was just?—she felt like a hypocrite, alright. She’d told Jon in the coffin that she didn’t want to hobble around like wounded prey any more than she wanted to become a hunter again, but, since he’d pulled her out she’d pretty clearly picked the prey side? Complete with literal hobbling, especially those first few weeks. And he was good to her about it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to despise weak people anymore. It troubled her to know that was her—that she’d still felt it in the coffin where her thoughts were all her own.

Daisy managed to stay upright unsupported while the kettle boiled—hadn’t even had to take a break to sit before turning it on. But while waiting for their teas to steep she leant her palms on the low, cool countertop, even though shifting her weight to them at once made her upper arms ache a little. The muscles of her calves dully throbbed, and her ankles itched. She swore she could feel them swelling. Could picture the mottled pattern of orange and purple her legs must be turning, like the wallpaper at one of those cafés that haven’t been redone since before she was born. They’d told her at PT that the muscle atrophy would take a long time to repair, but that these other issues should go away on their own after a few weeks. It had seemed to improve, at first. Getting worse again now though.

When she got back to his office she found Jon frozen halfway through peeling himself back off his desk, elbows wobbling, like an old dog on a slippery floor. Must’ve Seen her coming back, she figured. He did a little smile, but that didn’t last long. “Here,” she informed him, setting the worse of two novelty mugs in front of him. “Tea.”

“Oh!” Jon’s eyes went wide; he didn’t smile again, but looked almost frightened. Like she’d opened an abyss of possibilities. The mug said #1 Pervert, with the 1 wearing an evil smile and a trench coat held wide open. This seemed to faze Jon not at all.

“It’s just tea. No need to look like that.”

“R-right. Thanks?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Now drink up, it’ll help with your.”

“Oh,” Jon said again. “Yes.”

He picked up the mug, looked inside, then set it back down without drinking any. Daisy got halfway through a sigh before worrying this counted as despising him, then made herself laugh instead and pat the back of his hand: “That’s the spirit.” Jon flinched, but seemed to want to own that no more than she wanted to own her sigh. He closed his eyes, and his hand relaxed under hers. Breath seemed to whistle and crunch on its way out his nose.

“You ill?”

“Wha—?”

“I said are you ill.”

Another half second of smile. “Maybe.”

“Hm. Good sign, right?” Jon blinked at her. “A point in the still-human column.”

“R…ight,” he said. The way his eyes changed made her suspect he had more to say on that, but for once in his life Jon seemed not to feel like talking.

“Take a break. Archers’ll be on soon.”

Usually when she mentioned The Archers Jon would do a whole big dramatic show of disgust, a long sigh or a snarl or a choking noise or at least an eye-roll. He exhaled, now, but shortly; it flared his nostrils a little, but that seemed all the drama he could muster. “Thought you heard it last night.”

“You didn’t, though,” Daisy grinned. “Get confused if you don’t keep up.”

They’d had this conversation before; he knew his next line. But his voice caught on something about three words in: “You seemed to”—swallow; another deep, crunchy exhale—“you seemed to do alright after eight months under a rock.”

“You’ll have unanswered questions. Can’t compel the radio.”

Another swallow, then a throat clearing. “Fine.”

Daisy stood and waded toward the couch in the opposite corner of his office, where he’d slept since he woke up after the Unknowing. By the time she took her seat and looked back, Jon had stood from his desk chair but not yet moved. Just stood there with his hands on the chair’s back, staring off into nothing. Typical. But she knew he did no better than her with standing still for long periods, lately. She thumped on the arm of the couch to snap him out of his trance. “Come here, Jon.” It worked; he blinked to life, gave her a disorganized smile, and slunk over to join her. When he sat his legs shook the whole couch. He sat down at the far end, as often, but, no more unusually, when she scooted closer so their legs and shoulders touched he leant his head toward hers til his hair crunched against the outside of her ear. Daisy patted his leg with one hand, and reached for his clock radio with the other. (This was one of few non-clothing items he’d bothered to replace when he lost his flat. Apparently its alarm made the only noise he trusted himself to take seriously as a wake-up call; every other one he had tried he would sleep through, either accidentally or out of spite.) She set it on her knee so she could monitor the time, but kept the radio muted for now. Only 1:43.

By 1:49 she noticed Jon starting to nod off; by 1:54 his chin seemed stuck to his chest for good. At 2:02 she turned up the volume dial on his radio, and, sure enough, heard the Archers theme song. Considered just turning it up loud enough to wake Jon, but figured he’d be certain to sleep through that out of spite. So she shook him by the shoulder instead. “Oi! Ceaseless watcher!”

“Mmmnnnwha? Oh,” Jon said, straightening. Then he bent forward to cough again. Daisy channeled her urge to snarl into a laugh, telling herself she felt sorry rather than annoyed.

His cough seemed stuck, just like it had all day but more so. It was almost all voice—none of that other, less personal noise a satisfying cough makes. She wondered if he was trying to keep quiet for her benefit. “Come on, let it out,” she told him, thumping the back of his shoulder—and he did.

Almost as soon as she touched him, he made another noise more like—well, more like the sounds they’d both made underground. Or like when she’d cut him, back before.

Anyway, and then a splash. And then a stench. Daisy yelped and flung her legs out of the way; the radio went silent as the clock’s plug flew out of the wall.

“Oh shit!”

Between dry heaves and gasps for breath Jon croaked, “Not technically.”

She barked a laugh—through her mouth, not her nose—but held back the impulse to elbow him. Learnt that lesson, thanks. Just kept her hand on his shoulder instead, fanning her fingers back and forth in a semi-circle like windshield wipers. Meanwhile she surveyed the damage he’d made. The clock itself seemed miraculously unharmed, dangling by its cord between her knees. Only a little of the cord had fallen into the puddle—unfortunately including the plug. That’d be a bitch to clean up. Should she try to get the smell out or just buy him a new one, she wondered.

Her shoes had fared pretty well, too. Only one fat droplet on the right one’s toe, where it’d come off easy. His might be ruined though—and the socks. Poor bastard picked a hell of a day for white socks. The trousers might survive; vomit washed out easier than blood.

Beside her, Jon seemed to have quit dry heaving. Now he just panted, and said, “Ugh.”

“Done?”

“Think so,” he said in his hoarsest voice; “sorry.”

He set his palm down on the arm of the couch, apparently plotting how to stand without slipping in puke. Daisy moved her hand from his shoulder inward, to the place where his neckbones turned into backbones, and pressed him gently downward. “Never mind; I’ll clean it up. You stay here.”

Jon said nothing, but didn’t move either. Not even a flinch. Daisy slid to the end of the couch farthest from him and his puddle, stood, and crept past it on the balls of her feet, careful to avoid all the puddle’s little splattery fingers.

This was the first Archives mess Daisy’d ever volunteered to clean; only after she’d closed the door of Jon’s office behind her did she realize she should’ve asked him where they kept the mops and buckets. Probably outside the Archives proper, near the boiler and all that crap. Her stomach dropped—settling halfway down her legs, like all her innards did these days when she stood up. Melanie’s desk was empty, but Daisy shouted for her just in case.

The first door Daisy encountered whose destination she didn’t already know led to… a long corridor full of more doors. “Hi, Helen. Melanie in here with you?”

Melanie emerged, not from any of the doors Daisy could see, but from what looked to Daisy like the blank wall in between them. Just the perspective, part of Daisy’s mind rushed in to inform her. She closed her eyes so she could roll them at this part unseen.

“Daisy, hi,” said Melanie. “What’re you doing here, I didn’t think….”

“I invited her in.” Daisy heard the words a full second before she saw Helen emerge from a picture frame in the corridor’s opposite wall. “She was looking for an unfamiliar door. It seemed only polite to offer one of mine.” Helen said this with her head cocked to one side, coiled hands facing the other. Her left elbow disappeared into the wall.

Daisy made herself look into a framed mirror on the opposite wall instead of at Helen herself. Except the mirror didn’t show Daisy or Melanie or Helen—just the floor and other wall of this same corridor. Except also that in what passed here for real life the wall was a dark, 70s yellow, while, in the mirror or picture or whatever, it was more like highlighter yellow. What she saw in the frame still moved like a reflection though, not like a painting.

It was hard for Daisy, still, to be around… beings like the Distortion. Monsters used to be so simple. See someone glitching through the wall? Great; that means they need to die. Not like she’d never cooperated with an enemy before, just. Helen maybe wasn’t an enemy? And Jon was the only non-enemy monster she knew how to interact with. Jon was one of hers, now; he was a friend, the opposite of an enemy. But Helen, God, who knew. Stranded in the middle somewhere. Around Helen Daisy felt like the last person standing in musical chairs.

She shifted on her feet; her ankles still itched, but her toes had gone numb and cold. “I was looking for a mop,” she corrected.

When she looked back over at Melanie and Helen she found them sat on an invisible bench. She glanced back at the mirror. A wooden bench with green velour cushions. Made sense enough. Melanie still had her cane, after Jon and Basira’s whole surgery debacle; she wouldn’t come in here so often if it had nowhere to sit. If Daisy squatted down would another bench appear beneath her?

“Oh,” said Melanie; “yeah, there should be one in the broom cupboard. You remember how to get to Artefact Storage, right?” Daisy nodded. “Well it’s the last door on the left before you get there.”

“Right. Thanks.”

“No problem. What do you need the mop for?—is it—do you need some help?”

Daisy said, too quickly, “No I’ve got it.” Then worried Melanie might think she was hiding something of hers or Jon’s more sinister than dignity. She let out a long breath through her nose, lifted her foot and pointed at the circle of puke on her shoe. “Nothing big. Jon just threw up all over his office.”

“Statements gone moldy?” asked Helen, in that voice of hers like a doorbell.

“Oh, god, yeah—did he finally find that Corruption statement covered in actual mold?”

“Thought Martin burned that one?”

Melanie sighed. “No. Said he didn’t want to stink up Jon’s office.”

“Yeah, well,” Daisy scoffed.

“Probably just didn’t want to burn any that weren’t already on tape,” muttered Melanie. “Got him to burn the first one I ever recorded, though. That one about the stupid blanket.” She scuffed the carpet with her foot, crossed her arms, and leant the back of her head against the wall. “So. What’s wrong with Jon this time.”

“Don’t know,” said Daisy, shrugging; “think he’s just ill.”

“Huh. Wait—human ill or monster ill?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t ask.”

“It can be hard to tell,” allowed Helen. “They look remarkably similar. The first time Michael lost his lunch after he became me he thought his sick would have comic-book stink lines curling up off it. Terrible disappointment.”

Don’t ask what “lunch” means, Daisy told herself, scratching lightly at the pad of her thumb with her middle fingernail. Not your business, not anymore.

Meanwhile Melanie cackled and stamped her foot. “What about Helen?”

“She hoped she could click our fingers and make it disappear.”

Now Daisy smiled too. “Have to try that with Jon’s.”

(“Or turn to gold,” mused Helen, chin resting in the palm of a hand so long she could still click its fingers without their nails poking her face.)

“So you’re cleaning it up for him?”

“Apparently.”

“Typical,” growled Melanie; Daisy could see another I-hate-the-Archives rant on the horizon.

“I chose to do it; it’s not like he made me.”

“That’s what people always say about him!” Melanie squawked, her fingers curled like claws. Her voice had begun to climb not only in volume, but pitch too, the way it did when she hoped to pass off real anger as jokey anger. “He’s a grown man—why can’t he keep his messes to himself?”

“Yeah, well, he’s cleaned up enough of mine,” shrugged Daisy. “You all have,” she added, remembering her first week out of the coffin, when Melanie and Basira had had to follow her and Jon around the Archives with brooms. Every morning Basira had shaken her cot and pillow cases and sleeping bags over a bin to tease out clods of dirt. And Daisy herself had never even learnt where the broom cupboard was. “I don’t mind returning the favor.”

“You don’t owe him anything,” Melanie pleaded. “You’re talking about the coffin, right? But it’s his fault you got trapped in there in the first place!”

Daisy had no reply to this; she remembered asking herself whose fault it was she had died (as she’d thought of it then), while trapped in the Buried, but couldn’t remember what conclusion she had come to. Since she’d got out she’d rather enjoyed not having to think about it. Maybe she could put questions of blame off to one side, in the Hunt pile, and focus her energy on the Daisy pile.

“Last door on the left before you hit Artefact Storage, right?”

“Yup!” she heard Helen chime on her way out.

Of course, the second she stepped out of the corridors she thought of a good comeback: Guess he did clean that one up then.

To revenge herself for that detour she let herself sit on Melanie’s desk a minute before continuing. Good thing, too: carrying even a dry mop and bucket back to Jon’s office took more out of her than she’d remembered to anticipate. When already dizzy and aching she found the smell of his puke overwhelming. If he notices, blame it on the Hunt, she told herself. It took constant effort to remember to breathe through her mouth rather than just holding it.

Jon looked up when she came in, and smiled a glum thank you, but then returned to the position he must have taken up while she was out: head on his knees, arms crossed between torso and legs. So when she’d mopped up everywhere else, she had to tell him, “Shoes.”

He lifted his head and looked up at her through the gap between curtains of hair. “Wh…what do you want me to do with them.”

She pointed upward; his brows crumpled.

“Lift them up so I can clean around them, Jon.”

“Oh.”

Jon looked slowly down at his feet, bared his teeth in disgust. Then he sat up enough to free one arm, whose hand he planted beside him on the couch. Gingerly lifted the opposite foot. Daisy nodded; he was doing his best, she told herself. “Thanks,” she said aloud. He nodded back, but did not smile or speak. His mouth remained a washed-out line of effort.

Daisy’s mop slurped up the part of the mess Jon’s foot had blocked off; then she used it to dab at the sole of his shoe itself. “Put it back down now and I’ll get the top.” He yelped when the mop wet his sock. Daisy tried not to smile. “That feel weird? Sorry. Just figured those socks were done for anyway.”

“No, you’re right. It’s just. Unpleasant,” he concluded, beginning his final sentence at the same time Daisy started her own.

She said, “I’ll help you off with them when I’m done here.”

“I can get it,” Jon said, but did not move.

This time Daisy did smile, before she could think better of it. “Other foot?”

“Right.”

After finishing with that shoe, Daisy told Jon to hang his feet off the arm of the couch while she corralled as much as she could of this vaguely puke-flavored water off the floor and back into the bucket. She expected him to stretch the rest of himself out on the couch, but instead he bent double—as before, but with one side leant against the couch’s back cushion. Chin on bent forearms on bent knees on arm of couch.

“Do you think it’s safe to clean the plug off with the mop?”

His head snapped around to face her. “What?”

Daisy sighed, trying to rearrange her shapeless panting mouth into a smile. “The plug at the end of the cord—not the one in the wall.”

“Oh. Maybe? It’s not plugged in, right.”

“‘Course not.”

“Then I don’t think you’ll be electrocuted.”

“But do you think it’ll ruin the clock?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“Can’t you ask the Eye or something?”

Jon shook his head, which he then set in his hand as though to keep it out of danger. “Maybe it’s like a phone.”

“Come again?”

“Like when you drop your phone in the toilet.”

“Yeah? What happens then.”

“You leave it in rice for 48 hours.”

“In rice?”

“Dry rice. Uncooked rice.”

Again she sighed. “Right.”

“Wait, no”—his eyes went wide—“the rice thing is a myth.”

“What?”

“Silica packets might work though.”

“What are those.”

“Like you get with a new pair of shoes.”

“Huh.”

“They say ‘Do Not Eat’ on them. Usually in inverted commas, for some reason.”

“Oh. Yeah. What happens if you do eat those?”

“No idea. They’re a drying agent, so, they dehydrate you I guess?”

“To death?”

“Possibly.”

“Weird.”

“Nope—scratch that. Turns out they’re just a choking hazard.”

“Oh.”

“A-and we can’t digest them, so if you eat a lot of them they could cause intestinal blockage.”

“Bleugh,” pronounced Daisy.

“Oh, and. Sorry we missed The Archers, by the way.”

“It’s fine, Jon. I heard it last night. I’ll catch you up on it later.”

There was his usual snarl. When Daisy looked smilingly up at him, though, meaning to add, Feeling better, are we? she saw him flinch like he’d been nodding off to sleep again. “So should I mop off the plug or not?”

“Oh. Yeah, seems worth a try.”

By the time Daisy got the floor as un-wet and -soapy as she knew how, she figured neither one of them had the energy to deal with Jon’s shoes. Nor had she the strength to drag the bucket away just yet. Instead she nudged it toward Jon, in case he had to puke again. Then she sat down next to him, so the side of her bum touched the back of his—though from this angle that was a lot less cushy. Mostly tailbone, in fact.

To free her feet from the suffocating heat that made them itch and buzz Daisy yanked off her own shoes (the right one now sick-free but soggy), without untying them, and plopped them down on the couch’s unused other arm. Rested the back of her head on the back of the couch, and closed her eyes. Her whole body throbbed and itched instead of sweating. It was new; maybe a coffin thing, maybe a Hunt-withdrawal thing. Probably the latter. (Oh—I have that too, Jon had said once, when she’d had to explain why her face and hands were red.) Never thought she’d miss feeling slimy.

When she found the strength to speak again she asked, “You comfortable like that?”

“Er,” said Jon. Then, after a pause, in a hoarser voice, “My legs are asleep.”

Daisy smiled, and then, when she remembered he wouldn’t see that, huffed a single syllable of laughter. “No wonder, smooshed up like that. Stretch out, if you like; you won’t be in my way.”

He complied at once, but said, “But then your legs will fall asleep.”

“Probably. I’ll let you know.”

He laid down across her now, or at least his torso did. His head spilled off one side of her lap, legs off the other. Daisy helped him shove the couch’s one throw pillow (now the one he slept with, when he slept) under his head.

“You don’t find this—claustrophobic?” Jon asked, after going to all the trouble to get himself comfortable.

“No.” Daisy blinked, trying not to show how much questions like this irritated her. She wouldn’t break like a china doll if you touched her, Basira. Human weight wasn’t like the Buried. Humans were warm and squishy, and they smelled like life; even vomit smelled better than grave dirt. But at least Basira had a good excuse not to understand that? Coming from Jon it didn’t make any sense. When he’d reached her down there, the first thing he did was take her hand and squeeze. She didn’t know if he’d done that to reassure her or himself or both, but—it shouldn’t matter, right? If he’d known to do that then, why didn’t he know now?

At last she went on, “You said it’s called Too Close I Cannot Breathe. Don’t breathe through my legs, do I?”

“N—?—no. No, I guess not.”

He closed his eyes. Daisy could feel his flesh deflate and ooze outward as the muscles relaxed. This felt like a lot, coming from someone she’d first known as a paranoid little freak. How could he trust her so much, when—? It made her smile, even though she knew only Elias would see. Could muscle atrophy make it hurt to smile?

“Hey Jon?” she waited for his answering Hm. “What’s with the #1 Pervert mug?”

“Oh. Er—Tim.”

“Uh huh…?”

“There was, uh—a statement? Wh-when we first came to the Archives, we looked into a statement given by a man who found a Leitner in a charity shop.”

“Aaand you sent Tim to check out the shop’s records.”

Jon nodded, to the extent that was possible in his position, but his Yeah came out inaudible. “Martin had recently broke one of the mugs that came with—that Gertrude and her assistants left. So, Tim, in a, uh, perhaps a slight overreaction, bought every novelty mug in the establishment.”

“Every mug? I only saw six in there.”

“Or so he told me.”

“Doubt it. That collection looks curated. I didn’t see a single teddy bear, or. Souvenir from a breast-cancer walk.”

“I didn’t press him on it.”

“Right,” Daisy scoffed.

“Sasha used”—a trumpetty nose-laugh interrupted Jon’s sentence—“Sasha used to joke they should be in Artefact Storage.”

“Well she’d know best. Didn’t you say she used to work there?”

“Yes!” Jon squeaked, in a delighted whisper-shout. One hand covered his face; the other fist shook in the air. “She had literal horror stories about that place. The way she talked about those mugs was like—hearing a nun say there should be a circle in hell for people who order the wrong kind of donuts.”

When they’d both quit laughing Daisy said, “You sound like you’re starting to feel better.” She poked him in the stomach, though so lightly for fear he’d throw up on her that she doubted he could even feel it through his cardigan and shirt. “Gonna puke again, you think?”

Jon breathed out through his nose and looked at the ceiling. Apparently she had poked him hard enough to tickle: he batted her hand away like a fly, then left his own where hers had been. “Probably not. Don’t think so. Not sure how much I have left to.”

“Yeah.” After a pause to put the words in a convincing order, Daisy said, “Surprised you had that much—I’ve barely seen you eat today. How long were you feeling sick?”

Guilty smile. “Sorry, Daisy, I uh. Thought I had it under control.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Oh. Uh… few hours, maybe?”

“Why’ve you been coughing and sniffing all day then. Thought you had a cold at first.”

“Yeah—so did I, til.”

“Huh.”

Jon propped the back of his head on his folded elbows. “Maybe it’s a monster thing,” he said, with the cynical sigh of someone pretending to be okay with this.

“Could be,” Daisy agreed. She could feel his eyes on her, but looked at the opposite wall instead of answering his gaze. Meanwhile she patted his knee. When he’d been quiet long enough she was sure he didn’t mean to say more about the monster thing, Daisy said, “Let’s get you out of those wet shoes.”

*Whose OP I can’t find, though I know I’ve seen it before, but. It’s the prompt referenced here:

person has been involuntarily letting out nauseously [sic] coughs intermittently all day, and their friend thinks they just have a cold or something, but surprise! they are about to puke everywhere

ETA 6/16 fixed a few Americanisms, whoops! If I’ve missed any more of those please point them out to me

#sickfic #emeto cw #the file name for this is 'opposite of convert.pages' but that joke makes so little sense that if you get it you deserve a prize tbh #permasickfic #(ish. much discussion of post-coffin daisy and late s4 jon's habitual weakness. 'permanent' is a strong word BUT THAT'S THE TAG OK)#alsoooo just realized all the references to pulsating blood clash pretty bad w/ how daisy conceptualizes losing the hunt in the coffin as #not being able to hear her blood but YOU KNOW WHAT. both unaccustomed exertion and hunger make your heart thumprace so.#Shut Up. i can only write these things how i know them. *blows raspberry*#OH RIGHT also #unreality cw #(for the scene in helen's magic corridor lmao)

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omegasmileyface · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Review

tagged by @ectolemonades and @floralflowerpower :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

7,988

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i've written for danny phantom and hlvrai. i have written for percy jackson and undertale in the past though

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

or four :)

Not in the Job Description (169 kudos)

Bound by the Food Chain (135 kudos)

Improvise. Adapt. Overcome (29 kudos)

Wagon Mound (7 kudos)

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

i'd say Wagon Mound probably? though i understand why it doesn't have more attention, being that its an hlvrai fanfiction that has nothing ot do with hlvrai... kjefhkjrhjd though im most proud of Food Chain so maybe that one . idk i like the level of attention ive got :)

6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try to respond to any comment that has more like , unique thought in it? not that i dont adore the generic ones!! i just dont feel i have anything valuable to say to them

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

oh uhhh. job description i guess? i mean dw casey is fine but everybodys kinda stressed :pensive:

8. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

technically wagon mound is a crossover! it doesnt really show yet though. umm i had some old wips back in the day that were percy jackson crossovers but GOD knows i never did anything with those. that being said... i am working on a little one right now 👀

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

i have not i would . like to keep it that way 👉👈

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not but thats a poggers thing to do!!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

:) well. my longest ever wip was a pjo story about werewolves and my beloved oc victoria and it was cowritten with one of my school friends (before she deleted the file 😔i love you j but what if i WANTED to revel in the bad choices involved in the writing of It's All Fun And Games Til Someone Gets Cursed)

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

good ,,, quastion ???? i guess ill just say i am a multishipper idk :)

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

mm. i had thought out a weird sequel thingie for marsalias' A King in Chains series and it was fun (in a very sad meaning of the word.) but i dont think ill ever finish it / do anything with it

15. What are your writing strengths?

descriptions!! i love to describing an area or action :) its why i use so many commas and adjectives (ill be real i was designed for poetry not this Action nonsense.)

oh and the slightly-more-objective stuff like grammar and spelling!

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

ok ive been told otherwise but i feel like im bad at pacing. also action scenes, that kind of physical placement conveyed through words

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

well.! i think its very important to, whenever possible, write the dialogue in the actual language in which it's occurring (for the sake of like immersion) BUT i do not . trust myself to actually present another language correctly with just myself and google translate as tools

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

hmm ok probably percy jackson. if it was like........ disneys hercules or something im sorry to myself

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

rn its Bound by the Food Chain! :D this was an idea i really wanted to communicate

20. What fic are you most proud of?

same as the last hehe

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if you see this and you write fanfiction i am tagging YOU!! and not just in an "anyone can do this ^^" way i am tagging YOU SPECIFICALLY, READER.

#HELP I DIDNT MAKE THAT 4 BIG ON PURPOSE AND I CANT CHANGE IT DFKSJDHFKJDHFKJH #four.

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starbuck09256 · 4 years ago

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Hold my Hand

Season 4 up til Redux

Fictober day 2! Tagging @today-in-fic

She isn’t sure when it starts sometime in those first few years they start to walk after dinner. Not a run like they would do in the morning but a walk around the block or down the street. They usually talk about the case, sometimes plans that Scully has for the weekend. Sometimes Mulder talks about downed ufo’s that Scully tries to prove are russian subs. Either way the walks give them both a sense of peace about everything. They help Scully feel less guilty about drinking almost all of Mulder’s chocolate shake. This night she is bundled up and the cold air swirls the soft snow around them. She starts to slip and Mulder catches her, he grins shyly helping her up, but she takes his hand interlacing their fingers and holds his arm. He chuckles and keeps her close. The next night as they are finally wrapping up the case an early flight beckons them. She grabs his hand right out the door. He interlaces their fingers, it’s so nice. The next day when they fly home and she falls asleep against his shoulder he thinks of her warm hand in his. When the next case takes them to a warmer climate he feels a sadness knowing she won’t take his hand. But as they walk down the street to the neighborhood diner, the falling leaves of gold and red he reaches to her taking her hand. She stops, and he chides himself for being forward. But then she gives him that cute shy smile and squeezes his hand continuing on.

Then everything changes, first there is Jerse and his anger. Their fights aren’t the same intellectual battles they used to be, she has done the research and looked into his ideas. She comes now armed with her own articles, her normal arguments now fueled with even more facts. He isn’t mad that she has found more information, hell if anything he is more impressed by her every day, but now it seems she disregards some things he says, and in truth he does the same. They aren’t listening like they used to, they are waiting for their turn to make their own case. They stop holding hands on walks, stop touching as much as before, and he misses it, and so does she. The reassurance about what they mean to one another is lost in the silence. They have lost the path together, he feels betrayed by her actions, and she feels angry that he thinks he can lay claim to her when all he has done is brushed the chance of them together off.

As she starts to wonder what she really wants fate twists it's cruel head at her. Reminds her of the women she met not so long ago and the warning they prophesied. Here she is in a big fluffy robe and hair matted to her sweat slick skin. She writes the words that she has wanted to say, that she loves him but in the elegant way he tells her that he loves her. Not forthcoming but as a truth that has always been there. She’s not sure when she hasn’t loved him. When they first met maybe but then he heard her out, listened to her ideas, made her challenge herself and basked in the reverence of her intellect. Mulder and his tantalizing cases and far fetched theories that somehow prove right. He’s there again telling her not to give up and in her soul she knows he won’t. That if there was ever a chance at redemption for her, he would find it and hand it to her at the last second. He holds her hand now, in cars on planes. Kisses her palm rubs her shoulders and back at the end of the day. But they don’t walk as much, she is so exhausted from chemo and the illness that ravages her body. She no longer steals his milkshake or sneaks a fry. She pushes around the sad lettuce on her plate and can’t even stomach finishing a full cup of coffee.

He starts to worry more and more as blood seeps out of her nose, she turns in at 7 instead of 9. When he notices that she stops packing her running clothes in her overnight bag. He sees her suits hanging off her too thin body, the deep creases in her cheeks. His strong capable friend withering away behind a clever concealer and fake smile hidden behind wadded blood stained tissues. He knows what he has done, the things he has taken for granted in his life. How he has shouted at the heavens when he could have been protecting people from hell right here on the ground. How his talent and relentlessness has been focused on the intangible when reality is right in front of him screaming about injustice. Now he doesn’t see the clouds or the skies, he sees tears from eyes deep as the sea. He sees blood the same crimson as her hair, he hears her staggering breath after she chases down a suspect, he feels her falling asleep beside him in the middle of the day and knows how desperately she wishes to be awake. To bask in these last few months with him. His soldier, while they fight still seeking out answers and hope against the world that a cure is out there, he feels her slipping away from him. He’s never felt a fear like it in his life. Not when Samantha went over the bridge, not when Scully shot him. Not when he was sure both of them would die in that shower with those psycho cult members. Now he can’t help himself and doesn’t want to. He starts to grab her hand, the cold clammy fingers aren’t like before. He starts to stay far too late in her room so he can fall asleep beside her. She is too tired to bother trying to kick him out. He brings her small coffees and extra water, tissues and trinkets. Calls them a birthday gift and even wraps one. He regrets never celebrating her birth, for how could you forget to celebrate the birth of the person who finally made you feel alive?

When he breaks into her place finds her stripping in the dark. He does want to see, wants to see all of her before she is gone. But he doesn’t want it like this and he knows she doesn’t either. He sleeps next to her that night wraps himself tightly around her and she burrows herself even closer in his arms. He finds himself kissing her hair with tears running down his face, he traces the red marks on her paler than normal skin and she kisses him with chapped lips that still tingle. They don’t do more but hold each other kissing softly while they talk. He admits to being in love with her, she admits that she knows and wishes they had been stronger for each other earlier. Stronger enough to believe that they could make it work with their own work.

He tells her how he hated seeing her in the hospital in Philadelphia. She tells him that she cried out his name when she was with Jerse. His body deflates and he squeezes her tight. In the morning when she goes to the hearing he gives her a long kiss goodbye. He bites his lip as he hears the door click and moves to go through every file they have all the way back to 92.

When she doesn’t come home after the hearing he starts to freak out. What happened? Did she change her mind about the plan? Was kissing her at the end of it all really the way to get her to leave? To expose them? Are they on their way here now to charge him with murder? With falsified evidence? With a variety of other charges in which he is most certainly guilty. But then no one comes back, not even her and true panic sets in. Did they already arrest her? Is she sitting in a prison cell already with blood leaking out of her nose as she stares at a wall contemplating her own demise? He calls the only people who can help him, and after 20 minutes what little breath he had left in him evaporates into her home. The home she may never ever come back too.

#fictober20 #mulder and scully #season 4 angst #msr #some fluff #hope you enjoyed it #feel free to reblog #myfic #xfiles

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pickybearcub · 5 years ago

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Getting to know Spiderboy: Chapter 2

A/N: Welp... no feedback yet, but well, I haven’t really posted fics here til this one. Just have to keep cracking on then. (Note: Dividers by @whimsicalrogers)

Pairing: Peter Parker x OC

Genre: Friendship/ Adventure/ Family

Warnings: Again, none so far.

Masterlist

**A few days later**

Nadia still couldn't believe that she'd found the actual spider boy's bag. Maybe her family really was a magnet for the out of the ordinary in this world.

The masked vigilante had been spotted more and more throughout Queens. She'd never seen him herself, but the internet was full of blurred pictures and quite a few videos. She'd never expected him to be so young either.

Thank God for Facebook. Why she hadn't thought of it before she made several calls to different Parkers in the phonebook, asking if they had a young relative named Peter or if they knew someone with that name, was embarrassing as hell.

When she'd found who she knew had to be the right Peter Parker less than two minutes from inputting his name in the search bar, she nearly banged her head on the table.

She came across a few group pictures with him in a school marching band and some candid shots of him with who she assumed was his friend with an academic decathlon banner in the background.

From another shot, she made out the name of his school.

Midtown School of Science and Technology

Ugh… she felt like a stalker.

She could either try her luck spotting him at his school…

Or scroll through more of the pictures and maybe…

Bingo!

Nadia found a selfie of Peter with a woman wearing glasses who looked to be in her thirties. She got a family sort of vibe from it. The picture was tagged too.

with May Parker

Lucky…

"May? I'm home." Peter shut the apartment door behind him and slumped onto the couch. "Sorry, I'm late." He'd spent a bit longer on patrol today.

"Peter?" His aunt called. "Look who found your backpack."

The teenager immediately straightened and looked to where May was seated in the dining room, a dark-haired young woman he didn't recognize seated next to her. The stranger looked like she was in her late teens or so.

The lady gave a slightly awkward wave and a small smile.

Peter returned the gesture with an even more awkward half-smile. His wave ended with him pulling a hand through his hair.

"Th-Thanks… uh…" He trailed off when he realized the young woman didn't introduce herself yet.

"Nadia." She said, giving him an apologetic look before turning back to his aunt. "Uh… Ms. Parker, I-"

"Just May, please." Said woman chirped cheerily.

"May…” Nadia corrected herself, “I just wanted to drop off Peter's bag. I'm sure he has a lot of homework and stuff to do. I should be going." She got up from her seat to leave.

"Oh, sweetie. Please stay for dinner. It's the least we could do." May got up as well, remembering the rotisserie chicken she had in the oven. The timer on the appliance rang and called the older woman away before Nadia could protest.

"Well… okay…" The dark-haired lady said to no one in particular as Peter decided to approach the table hesitantly. May would give him a lecture if he just went to his room to avoid interaction with the stranger.

"So… uh, th-thanks again, Nadia." He stuttered out slightly. "B-Better dinner now, I think. Other-Otherwise May might insist on coffee or something another time." Peter chuckled a bit, one side of his lip quirking. He knew just how his aunt could be at times.

"I'll take your word for it." The lady smiled back, this time more relaxed.

"So how did you figure out I owned the- the backpack? and..." A sudden realization hit him and his eyes widened slightly. "How did you know I live here?" He said slowly, body tensing slightly even when he couldn't sense any ill intent from the lady in front of him. Instead of acting like she got caught or something, her cheeks heated and she looked slightly away, letting out a slightly nervous chuckle.

"I found a few papers in your bag with your name on it. Then tried looking you up on Facebook…." Peter could sense that there was more to it than that, but he didn't push. "There were a few pictures of you at Midtown, and I found a few tagged with your aunt's name. Then it was easy just looking up ‘May Parker’ in the phonebook." Nadia scrubbed a hand down her face in embarrassment as she finished her explanation. "God, I'm sorry. I still feel weird and guilty for looking you up like some kind of stalker."

Peter relaxed, shrugging. "N-no need to apologize. I guess- I guess I understand how that would have worked." He knew how easy it could be to find someone with all the social media nowadays. The lady didn't look like she was hiding anything. As far as he could tell, she was sincere. His spider senses weren’t tingling.

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Dinner would have been a little awkward with a stranger at the table, but May's insistent questions and push for conversation made things quite a bit easier.

Peter found out that Nadia just moved to Queens just two weeks ago and worked part-time at a café a few blocks from the deli store he frequented.

Nadia learned what instrument Peter played in his school band and that he had a best friend named Ned.

The two laughed out loud when they both shot Star Wars references at each other.

May was ecstatic that Peter seemed to have made a new friend. She knew her nephew wasn't a loner, he did have Ned, but it would be nice to have someone else to help keep an eye on Peter. Especially with how strangely he was behaving for the past two months.

The dark-haired woman left the apartment with May promising that she and Peter would visit the café she worked at some time and that the teen would show Nadia some of the sights in Queens when he was free.

Nadia shot the boy a "Don't worry about it" look when May wasn't looking.

Peter was honestly relieved. Nadia was nice, but he didn't really know her to not be unbelievably awkward if he gave her a tour. Though, when he thought about it while he emptied his newly returned backpack in his room, showing her around wouldn't really be a bad thing. It was awesome that she liked Star Wars too.

He found the quizzes that she had mentioned.

Yup.

They did have his name scrawled on the upper left-hand sides.

He let out a breath when his black notebook was one of the things that fell out of the bag. He tensed a bit when he realized it was the one he wrote his web fluid formula ideas in.

"At least all she went through were the papers." Maybe he could use his chemistry class to try mixing a new formula-

Peter gaped at the sauce stain in the middle of the page. A note was stuck on the bottom, written on a Post-it.

Sorry about the mess.

Next time you need a place to leave your bag,

I can take care of it for you. The fire escape at my building faces the alley.

I'll put my spider plant out so it's easier to spot.

(Not me trying to be funny. I actually already had that plant before I found your bag. It was ahousewarming gift.)

There was an address scribbled at the bottom of the note, along with an apartment number.

:: Boss, there’s been some suspicious activity that might suggest someone is searching for Mr. Parker.::

Tony Stark frowned. "Already?" He'd recently connected the dots regarding the teenager being the new masked vigilante that was swinging around New York. From what he'd seen, the boy had a lot of potential. "Bring up the data, FRIDAY."

Searches by a Nadia Capelli for Peter Parker on Facebook. Not really anything alarming. Could be a girl with a crush.

Nope.

What did a woman in her twenties want from a kid like Peter?

What really did raise a red flag were the calls this Nadia made before the search. She'd managed to ring up quite a few "Parkers" in the phonebook before resorting to social media. A call to May Parker was then registered a few minutes after the search.

So she was specifically looking for Peter. Even more concerning was that she apparently just moved to Queens barely two weeks before she started searching.

What made Tony decide to keep tabs on this Nadia Capelli was the fact that records of her were quite a bit lacking for someone her age. He couldn't let a possible threat get to Peter Parker before the man could decide whether or not he was going to take the boy under his wing.

Nadia wasn't really surprised when a red and blue costumed figure landed on her fire escape the next night.

She disregarded his agitated posture, sliding open the window and sticking her head out.

"Spider boy! Looks like you have your bag with you this time." She grinned. "I've got brownies." She slipped back inside after that simple statement.

Peter took a few deep breaths to control his anxiety before he ducked through the window. He ignored the rest of the apartment and went straight to the kitchen. Nadia was slicing said pastries into squares.

"You said you only-"

"You sound a little muffled, Peter." She replied offhandedly while placing half the brownies on a plate and the other half in a paper bag.

The boy put his laced fingers behind his neck and paced agitatedly, "Oh man…." His fear was confirmed. Someone knew he was Spider-Man. It was a split-second decision, but he pulled off his mask and goggles.

"You said you only looked through my quiz papers!" Peter's voice was high-pitched and cracked at the end.

"I said I saw your name on some of them. I just didn't mention that I looked through your notebook to find a few more hints to your school and such." She clarified simply, moving a bit closer to the distraught teenager.

"B-but-!" Nadia cut the boy off, raising a hand before he could work himself well into a panic. "Finding that page was pure coincidence. I swear, I won't tell anybody."

Peter's eyes were wide, and he was wringing his hands. "P-please-" There really wasn’t any protocol for someone finding out his secret. He’d been careful!

"I won't." She said softly. "I'm sure not even your aunt knows…"

The boy shook his head in response.

"Which is why I didn't say anything about the notebook. I didn't want you to freak out in front of your aunt. That would have been hard to play off." Nadia chuckled.

Peter forced out a small laugh, his brain still in panic mode. The dark-haired young woman noticed the still present tension in his shoulders.

"Peter, I know what it's like to have to keep a secret." She assured, continuing to speak in a soothing tone. He looked doubtful. A sigh escaped her lips.

Before Peter could say anything else, Nadia mumbled something under her breath.

The bag of brownies on the kitchen island glowed slightly before gently floating over to her outstretched hand. The light faded when she clutched the top of the paper in her fingers.

Peter gaped, his jaw dropping.

"There's no way I'm giving you the recipe for these brownies." She said with a smile before placing the bag in the teen’s hands. "But if you or your aunt want more, just say so." She pats his shoulder, leading him back to the window.

The wide-eyed teen seemed to have collected some of his wits and turned to her. "You- You can-"

Nadia put a finger to her lips and winked.

"Put your mask on, Spider-boy. And you better put those in your bag before you swing off." The young woman gestured to the paper bag.

Peter fumbled for a moment and did as she said, adjusting the goggles over his eyes. He was out on the fire escape before he paused to look at Nadia again. "Thank you." He breathed, a little overwhelmed with relief and wonder as well.

"If you need anything, Spider-boy." She smiled before waving her hand in a shooing motion.

Peter smiled back under his mask. "It's Spider-Man." He said before turning and shooting a web to swing away.

"Boy!" Nadia hollered after him just before he disappeared around another building.

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shytiff · 4 years ago

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May Small Wins

1 - lazed, went to racheel’s place and put my motorbike there, went to slipi jaya with silvi devi reza to watch seobok (it was fun!!), had iftar at the yumz green sedayu. It was raining when we get back. prayed maghrib and isya in some random mosque. went back and arrived at like 8 past sumn. showered, slept like a babyy

2 - lazed, slept and woke up at like 11, went to nila’s house, practiced doing eyeliner by borrowing nila's (focallure brand), iftar at green sedayu foodcourt (originally intended to go to the yumz but it enforces actual distancing) with angkot ppl minus tik will. Arrived home at about 9-ish.

3 - magang as usual. Went to rm. Took mrt to lebak bulus. My inaco salary finally came. My head kinda hurts after tarawih. Ended up skimming over bj alex lmaooo. Did not shower today lol,,,,

4 - added dr dafsah's revision to the excel database otw to rsf. Pak nardi took a while to arrive. Left rsf early to go to the bank. I (((finally))) activated m-banking lmaooo wow the features are neat wow im not jahiliah anymore. Found this method of just let it sweat anyway during tarawih lmaoo. Preferably with long sleeves bcs somehow you feel less of the sweaty feel compared to tshirt.

5 - sampling - data entry - RM as usual. Theres no new RM. Read a goood dramione fic by bex chan even if its not complete, its okay. Im okay :"))). Iftar was soup, salad, chicken katsu and french fries. Its been 2 days that i practiced sleeping-to-rain-sound. The first night was spent as a dreamless quick sleep (its over before you knew it), but tonight i dreamed abt almira's wedding lmaoo.

6 - no sampling today!! Still went to rsf tooo go to the mall w regen lmao. Did some data entry. Went to PP by mrt. Went back by going to halte gbk and thankfully the kalideres one arrived after only waiting for 5 mins. Its surprisingly quick, compared to lebak bulus - pesakih trip. Took abt 20 mins to jelambar.

7 - no sampling today too. Dr vera gave us lebaran cookies! Did gcp for bu suryati a5. Went to rm, finally finished the available rm. Went home early. Can finally relax since its the weekend.

8 - literally laid in bed til my body hurts. Rly want to read sumn but dunno what. Finally decided to read momoiro heaven. And rere hello. And after iftar i read lack of love. And just like tht, my saturday was gone. Cant bring myself to do things

9 - its another day of lazying (or self sabotaging, cant tell). Read spy family and its effin hilarious. Wasted my sunday. Cant bring myself to even move and i just laid in bed all day.

10 - last day of work in the weeekend lmao. Felt better than being in AR, but still not that much productivity. Went to RM. Phone call w fianti along the way to plan food in almira's bridal shower. Went back at 12-ish. Picked up my dress from risma busana. Walked to and fro halte kebon jeruk. Prayed zuhur close to ashar in kfc's mushola. Felt better after ~8k steps. Had homelab's green tea mixed with vsoy. It honestly made me feel better. Matcha, or caffeine, sure is amazing. At least i had a sense of normalcy before losing all the will to self-care

11 - consumed internet entertainment u til i was sick and tired of it. Watched a lot of cut videos. Granny came and stayed over. So i slept upstairs

12 - same as 11 but upstairs. More relatives came near iftar time so i excused myself to shower. Slept in mom n dads room at like 12-ish. Watched hp goblet of fire since keisha and karins newest obsession was draco. We squealed together over liking enemies to lovers trope haha,,,,

13 - Somehow all of dad's jakarta relatives came for lebaran. the last time i checked, there were some bridges being burned. prayed eid at home. watched perempuan tanah jahanam (which was surprisingly not scary). ate. napped. talked about personal things w keisha and karin. i cant believe the time has finally come where we talk about this kinda stuff. watched you’re next (it barely has any plot, just gore). they went back at about 8 pm and i just sleptttt yall lmao i didnt shower today. disgusting, i know

14 - cam barely get out of bed. Managed to shower at zuhur time. Watched dalbang and laughed like crazy bcs its just that funny. Read fanfics. Tiktok. Ate once and had greenfield yogurt at the evening. Fell asleep. Woke up at 1 and snacked on 1 pack of oat krunch

15 - run bts. Originally planned to go to flavola but it was still closed, so i went to dm's dunkin. Ordered orange juice and oeanut choco donut but somehow the price wasnt package price hhh. Turns out my clires account was somehow banned. So i contacted the admin. Instead of doing dr dafsah's excel i ended up taking off the makara sticker from my laptop. Bought some stuff for almira's bridal shower. Bought arirang at hari2 (its funny bcs yesterday i was seeing online marketplace, planning to buy it, but turns out hari2 the magical place had buy 2 get +1 deal for arirang.

16 - run bts. Managed to move my body a bit. Did 20 squats (ill elaborate on this later). That improved my mood. Tidied up some of my stuff. Saw the paper bag of random memorabilias by friends.

17 - went to rsf by tj. left kalideres 06:45 and arrived at RSF 8:15. sampling. went to RM (still no new ones). picked up by mom. went to salemba for almira’s bridal shower. originally planned to get padang at citra minang behind BK but it was closed. so we drove around looking for open ones. ended up buying it in a small (but crowded) padang place near a big padang restaurant lmao. was the first one to arrive at acacia. checked in, pulled the bed near the wall. showered. its hilarious sometimes with a bit more serious discussion anjayy. went home w febby who drove and clara

18 - went to mcd to get lunch (since everyone’s fasting) and tried to muster the will to do something. i didnt manage to do anything except shopping online (brought dusty pink hijab at hijup). got spicy chicken and iced coffee. (spoiler alert: tomorrow i got mencret2 lmaooo). read my suha and beyond the skidipapap its actually rly good

19 - went to RSF (with mom as usual. quickly snapped RM pictures while mom was waiting. went with her to mami’s house bcs she and uwak will fly to banjar. finally got to meet haekal, he’s such a smiley babyy its basically free therapy. planned outing with nisa lmao. from soekarno hatta we went to vintage vibes lmao since we’re already out. vintage vibes is more crowded now. and there’s less good findings now. went back emptyhanded. ate chicken arirang since there’s no food. fell asleep at like 06:30 until early morning lmaooo

20 - woke up at 2-ish am, played my phone, fell asleep at like 9?, woke up again at 11 lmaooo. went to sbux. had matcha latte. did some inaco work. todays the most productive ive been this week.

21 - went to gi with febby to also meet up with fi, bought falsies and glue (later proved to be of a horrible quality), siraman and pengajian almira (first time seeing an actual siraman), went to blok m w nes ren ara gen. Tried naruto takoyaki at little tokyo, went to daitokyo (i didnt eat anything), and got matcha cake, sakura and mango raspberry gelato at kebun ide. Picked up by mom. Renata gifted me bts 2021 winter package photocard 🥺🥺

22 - iluni internship webinar by dr naldo. Grabbed fried chicken master. Stupid time management etcetc made my start makeup at 12 (febby went out at 13:30). My falsies and hijabdo was done by herrr thank god for the help. Went to swissbel. Didnt take a pic w almira bcs time. Almiras wedding at damai indah golf pik. My skin was TERRIBLE at the wedding. The make up didnt stick prolly bcs of vitacid. Thank god for masks,,, went back home w febbyy. Made tiktok lmao

23 - lazed. Went to flavola. Its finally daytime caffeine again w kopsuscok. Did dr triya's translation work and finished it at home. She transferred the fee at like 11pm

24 - off to RSF with mom. no new medical records. wrote fuad’s name on the medrec borrowing form. continued to nisa’s place w mom. lazed, played w haekal, put some patient’s phone number on the inaco excel. Off to GBK with nisa and sarah. parked at abc field (shouldve parked near GBK’s H gate). saw moja museum 2.0, took lots of pics. mo paint (moral lesson: draw the background first!! not the foreground). finished at 16:30. ashar at masjid al-bina. nisa dropped me off at gbk tj station. prayed maghrib on the bus since the traffic was so ughh. met atikah in lippo puri. decided to eat seirockya so we walked to puri. talked about a certain someone along the way. we rly talked about it while walking until we arrived at seirockya. atikah treated me uyeyy since she and racheel will stay in depok for 2 weeks starting tomorrow. got the shoyu ramen and gyoza. took the taxi to atikah’s place. mom’s waiting there lmaoo i was like “noo dont wait at jco, just wait at atikah’s”. still felt energized that night in my bed. no sleepy2. like 100% awake.

25 - woke up at like 9:30. i basically did nothing today. didnt even shower lmao (i showered last night). read the good teacher in one go. zoom meeting w dr eva. i rly need some structure in life, goshhh

26 - showered and went to mcd. got nasi uduk, breakfast wrap and milo for 26k (thanks mcd app promo and mcd duta garden’s menu machine, i dont have to interact with another human). planning to do dr dafsah’s excel after all the data is complete, and still no new inaco data, so i ended up.... online shopping at bobobobo....... (bought outer and white culotte). tidied up the writings on my stickies (plenty of words has accumulated). ordered onejai for emir juan (expensive!!! 79k no promo lolll but free delivery. i was baited by gojek’s 1k 2 week subscription and felt like hmmm i should get something since we live in the middle of nowhere and free deliveries felt significant at that particular time when im holding my phone lmao). fell asleep after drinking vsoy + matcha lol its soft caffeine no longer works i guess

27 - woke up late as usual, went to sbux at 1 pm. tried white peach matcha frapp. the peach overpowers and u can barely taste the matcha. tried to read something useful (in medicine) but skimmed 2 ppt and then i saw solid’s bitly for isip. finished reading banana fish. couldnt bawl my eyes out because im outside.

28 - checked out rsf. Still no new ones. Immediately went back. Lazed and wasted my time

29 - iluni webinar. Here comes the impending life crisis. Ate nasi uduk and mie goreng telor today. Tried vsoy golden grain with matcha. It has almond aftertaste. Line call with kris for almost 4 hrs until 11 past sumn pm.

30 - more iluni webinar. Dr Eric, SpPD, PhD was rly cool. Tried daily box (butter soy chicken). Quite tasty. Mkg w regen. Videocalled in the mall w silvi racil bcs its ale and nadaa's wedding today. Bought gooma 500ml matcha w gofood pickup discount. Ate sushi go (the shoyu has mirin btw). 50k+ you get 6 piece of sushi (2 salmon) and matcha cake and ocha. Quite a nice deal. Talked abt cryptocurrency lmao. Went back and forth w TJ. All hail tj

31 - planned to do at least some productive stuff at home. turns out nila is outside and had some time to spare. so we went out. i met her in citra 6. we went to pik’s white beach. its scorching hot since its 2 pm. spent like 15 mins there. we had wanted to stop by monsieur spoon but THERES A QUEUEEE even if its a hot afternoon. so we ate tom sushi at green sedayu. talked a bit afterwards in nila’s place and then i was picked up by emir. tried gooma’s matcha. its not sweet like sbux. approved by mom (who doesnt like sweets). but its more expensive than sbux’s 2L 100k promo lol. (45k after gopay pickup promo for 500 ml). reread bj alex lmaooooo found new tidbits

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crossnecklace · 8 years ago

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heyyyy, @victoryjacket tagged me in this fic tag thingie and lord knows my favorite thing to do is yell about fics so here we go!

1. What is the last fic you read that you liked?

hmmm i ...... literally dont know. i probably haven’t read any fic for the first time in a good few months bc i love to reread my bookmarks a hundred times and pretend my favorite authors still write fic. i’ll go with say hallelujah, say goodnight by @alivingfire bc it says something when a fic is over 100K and i, an Impatient, actually finish it. also its just really, really good

2. What is the first fic you remember reading?

im not even gonna talk about wattpad right now so the first fic i remember reading on ao3 is probably the finish line (is a good place for us to start) by @loaded-gunn (which is a good first indeed, listen i didnt shut up about this fic for literal years)

3. What is your favorite fic trope?

idk if its a trope? but my favorite thing to read and write is fwb w/ mutual pining (re: rivers til i reach you is born)

4. What are your 3 favorite chaptered fics?

oh god ummm

so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby is always a fave, like, if u havent read that literally read it right now. ughghgghhghg

wild and unruly by @100percentsassy and gloria_andrews is absolutely gorgeous, godddddd i love the characterization so much, everything about it is so good

it wont let me link it for some reason but red brick heart by hazmesentir is a given, old school but so so good

5. What are your 3 favorite one-shots?

possibly my favorite fic in the universe is we can take the long way home by @eleadore. it’s...... so fucking good, i dont even know what to say other than read it right now

also hats off to my distant hope by navigator is one i find myself going back to quite often, breaks my lil heart but its worth it

with love comes strange currencies by @mediaville is fucking amazing, my abo baby. is anyone noticing a pattern w the fwb fics skssjjjs

6. What fic would you love a prequel to? and a sequel?

i dont know about a prequel, but for a sequel i need more of boys of summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned in my life every day so i’ll answer that for both

7. How about a fic that would make a good movie?

from the love to the lightning is a like crazy au so its literally already a movie but hear me out. i watched this movie before i ever knew hl fic was thing and i remember hating it, fast forward years later and i read and l o v e d this fic so dearly, so gimme the movie again but with harry and louis starring thx

8. What fic do you think is severely under-appreciated?

listen it’s not exactly hurting for hits, but i never see anyone talking about some things take root by navigator the way it deserves. yall, it is THE fake relationship au that we all deserve

9. What is the funniest sentence you have ever read in a fic?

oh jesus. i dunno about a sentence, but this bit from we should get jerseys always gets me:

Across the aisle, Niall and Liam are laughing at them, but Harry just grazes his nose down Louis’ neck and whispers into his ear, “so I won.”

“Yes,” Louis agrees, finding that it’s getting even harder not to, y'know, get hard. “You did. The entire team did.”

Louis can feel Harry rolling his eyes before saying lowly, “Well, you’re not going to let the entire team finger you.”

He clearly doesn’t say it as lowly as he thinks, though, because then the players immediately around them are catcalling and giving suggestive looks.

“Fucking hell,” Louis swears, blushing brightly and getting off Harry’s lap. “There’s a time and a place.”

“No better time than now,” Atkins leers obnoxiously, winking. “Give us a show, Cap.”

10. How about the one sentence that broke your heart?

ok so the first thing i did was go into another hazy may by deLILAh to graze through and find a sentence, but listen, i couldnt choose. that literal whole fic breaks my heart, its so so good

11. Re: other pairings; which do you like and to get into it, what should I read?

hm. hm. i dont read anything other than hl, because if i try i literally cant picture them with anyone but each other so im just like...this is good....but what if it was LouisandHarry ... anyway if i had to, probably zouis. the one fic that comes to mind is want a scar that looks just like you by deadspy but beware. i remember reading this and theres a bit where harry and louis talk casually and im like ok when do they fall in love ?? and they dont???? it knocks the wind out of me a lil but its good ok ill shut up now

12. Is there a prompt that you have?

so ... many...... prompts. im currently writing the breakup au and the dystopian au with @pass-the-pencil but i also have the dunkirk au and the southern gothic au and the enkfndfndklnfs oh god im stressed now

ok sorry this ended up being so long-winded sjskajsk but i tag @falsecompare @fondleeds @tofiveohfive and @hotmessofamermaid

#fic tag #yall dont have to do this #thanks for tagging me eden <3 #fic stuff

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survivorelara · 6 years ago

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Episode #15: “what fucking blog?” - Sam

a close second is another Sam quote, “is he not from london”

oh kori…. you fell right into the trap my guy. you better win that fic....

Final 4, wow, who'da thunk I'd find myself here? I've never been this far before in any ORG, so doing the Rites of Passage is a bit surreal for me. I probably flopped at it, but maybe I didn't... I don't know. XD

I'm just so happy to have come this far, Loris claimed in his exit words that I'm winning, not sure if that's true or not, but I'm certainly hopeful that's for sure. I've put in a lot of work, so I hope to see some results though even getting this far is huge for me.

I'm still not sure what F3 configuration would be the best for me. I've been considering Me Roxy and Sam just because it might be more fun, they are the two people I worked with the most in this game, though I'm unsure because it's honestly a tad difficult to gauge how this Jury feels. They could be bitter against Roxy or it could have mellowed into admiration or at the very least respect. Ci'ere is also hard to place because of his relationships, and I question if he'd be bitter, or not if I voted him out, and if he isn't who he'd vote for. Alternatively if I take him to the end who does he have on the jury and who does he not have, difficult for sure.

Well, I'm totally flopping the challenges so far, I ruined Endurance because I didn't read it wasn't due til 8PM Saturday. (I could have started on Friday and gotten a crazy high time, but I fucked it up thinking this was all due within 24 hours like normal... I might have thought twice if I had ever been to F4 which I should've remembered is a multi-day affair.)

And the Maze, I mean anyone could do as badly as I did, but I doubt they will, it'd be tough to not beat my score.

I'm not confident in my knowledge of the players given I didn't know half of them, and the mystery challenge is well... a mystery.

The only one I feel like I could be good at is the Flash game... BUT IT WON'T LOAD.

Needless to say this is likely to be my worst F4 challenge performance. So I'm gonna have to up the charm, and hope Ci'ere doesn't win since I think they are the best person for me to pitch going instead of myself. (Also because I think their odds of winning is the highest between the other 3.)

Well I finally finished all the challenges, and I was a total flop for the most part, but everyone keeps saying they're flopping too, so who knows. I'm hopeful Sam got first in the Maze and Roxy got first in Endurance, since those were my weak areas, and I want to vote Ci'ere out.

Also with an even spread like that it raises my odds of winning this challenge. Though if Ci'ere totally killed all these challenges I'm probably dead AF.

Since I have no doubt if Ci'ere is safe Roxy is voting me, and Sam might even consider it too though I'd be willing to tie it for him in a similar scenario.

I just can't believe I've come so far, and I don't know if I'm gonna make it all the way despite all my effort, and it kills me to think that. I just hope I get a chance to plead my case to the jury, even if I lose I just want to actually make a FTC.

And gg y'all kori probs just won the season. That's literally the one thing that couldn't have happened

hi so uh I could die here, but im trying my fucking hardest to make it to ftc. I was just really busy these last few days and couldn't put in full effort on the fic which caused kori to win. and now it seems like the vote is between me and ci'ere. the vote originally was gonna be kori but ofc he won fic so here we are... on the edge of my seat trying my best to not get final juror again. I s2g if I get final juror in back to back orgs im actually gonna just get drunk and fuck a dude

so ive got kori on my side who's gonna vote ci'ere with me, which is good because that at least guarantees me a tiebreaker chance. Right now though im tryna convince roxy to vote him as well instead of me because I could easily lose the tiebreaker challenge and not make ftc which would be devastating. Because the thing is, as much as I feel kori has a strong shot at winning this game, I feel I can work some magic and maybe turn this thing around to get me the win, but I gotta get to ftc first

Everyone knows they can beat roxy so shes the deciding vote on if ciere goes or if we are going to a tiebreaker. Ive been talking to her all day now tryna spit facts and lies into her head to get her to change her mind. she fears that if she votes ciere out that she wont get his vote, but I told her straight up if that's what shes worried about and I go on the jury then I wont vote for her either, so now she has no incentive to put me on the jury except if im a bigger threat for her or whatever. I mean lets be real, this is gonna be a very bitter jury. and most of that hate will be directed at me. roxy fears we played similar games but I told her straight up if im there with her, ill receive most of the jury's hate which could be a shield for her and maybe have the jury see her game more since people will probably only vote kori because he isn't as hated. he hasn't played a bad game but he's been a gamebot all game and only played alright, I feel I played great but have to own up to everything and swallow my ego and let the jury know how bad I feel or whatever and let them yell at me. roxy isn't winning, those are the facts. but I need her to vote ciere so I can get to ftc and try and beat kori.

so im just gonna keep bullshitting and say I can be her meatshield in terms of hatred being thrown at us and hope ciere gets final juror instead over me. but one way or another, roxy aint winning lol

jesus Christ roxy just needs to understand she isn't fucking winning this game and should just give me a shot lmao. like some votes she MIGHT have over me can easily be taken away by ciere being there, and I told her that. im really fighting for this like fuck man I want to get to ftc again

HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP!

I WON THE FINAL CHALLENGE! I'm so fucking ecstatic I'm gonna be in the freaking finale. This is the hardest part though trying to know who to vote.

I'm leaning heavily voting out Ci'ere due to what I believe his jury connections are, but also because I think my game stands out more when I'm with Roxy and Sam due to their games being... well basically the same.

They both, ultimately voted out the person who idoled them, they both tended to lie excessively, they both never won a challenge, and there are more similarities as I go on.

I love everyone in this final 4 though, and it's been so amazing playing with all of them. I just hope I can pull out a win, taking Roxy and Sam could be a mistake as their games were ballsy and if the jury buries any ill will they could decide to award one of them the win and view me as a goat.

So far me and Sam are both voting Ci'ere, but Roxy has been a bit dodgy, so it might go to a tie, which while I'm not a fan of Ci'ere proceeding since I think he'll give me a run for my money, I think Sam would be a lock vote for me so that's a benefit there.

I'm still thinking about the trial ahead because I know this game isn't over, it's the final stretch and I've begun a strong finish, and I need to make sure I deliver at FTC. It's my first one, and I would hate to blow it.

Dani: everyone more or less voted dani. Ciere caused chaos and had his name thrown about . One of drew h or t leaked to him. Probs drew h. Who led on dani? It started with john? He wanted ciere out I think. Dylan: this was kori's move but only on the surfave. I told kori to get drew t into the plan cause he originally complained about dyl been not rlly there but it sort of ended up with him wanting to protect dyl as a free agent. Me and Dylan were close but I still let myself cut him because I formed an alliance with emma and andrea and promised her id never betray her this game and I sorta wanted to take emma to the end but who didnt. Me and sam were contemplating things but he didnt make us flip or vote the way we did. Sam I think was already on that side tho so not rlly middle. Ciere voted emma?? Minority tryna get a revati out. John: apparently kori came up with john first but I wanted him out the previous vite to weaken the drews so theyd depend on me nn emma and andrea brought him up. There was a plan to couter it by going after andrea I think or mv it was emma but again I was with andrea and emma so I told rm I already voted john when I didnt to make a dumb excuse why I couldn't vote with em nn. Sam voted john along with the revatis ciere tagged along I recon still wanted a revsti out. Drew t. Apparently kori pushed for him and loris and andrea sorta messy if u ask me. This vote was me and ciere I recon. Although it was andrea vrs drew so I wanted to protect andrea again sigh but also we wanted to seperate sam and drew t. Kori voted andrea or drew t mb drew t. Andrea and sam did ciere. Sam got outplayed here I recon. Ciere voted drew t too but left the decision to me so? Emma. She played her idol on me. My one regret was not getting her to idol herself but I doubted ciere a bit too much and was too stressed from the final count down to think it over. We also didnt eexpect everyone to flip on emma on the revote. Same just tagged along and ciere's plans failed but ultimately they got emma out. Drew h: I wish here I told andrea of the probability of them voting her out so we coudve voted loris out then and there like a blindside. Sam just went along and ciere voted with his probable f2. Andrea. Loris and kori betrayed her here. Ciere and sam also. Loris: sam betrayed him badly to save me and ciere msnaged to lie his ass iff to get that idol played on sam. I had two ppl risk themselves to keep me. Probs cause theyI look down on my game and think they can beat me.

it is now an hour before we have to vote and i still have no clue who to vote.

but i think im leaning towards voting ciere at this point?

Sam loses the tiebreaker after a 2-2 vote and is the final member of our jury.

Jesus Day 39. Never thought I'd actually be sitting here.

There's so much buzzing around in my mind. But at this point there isn't any strategic words I can really say, the F3 is officially set, all GAMING per say is over. Now all there is left to do is rock out a fantastic speech for why I should win. (I hope I'm capable of that.)

This game has been such a mental and emotional roller-coaster and I'm just so happy to have been a part of it and to now be experiencing something so new.

Regardless of how this ends, I know that I'm happy with how this turns out, and I definitely learned a lot in this game that I'll carry into future ORGs that I play. I hope I surprised some people, I'm proud of how I played since it carried me here.

Gonna turn in for the night, probably confess for the last time in the morning. <3

Moments before FTC.

I've got my speech ready I think. I'm hopeful anyway. Crazy to think this will be my last confessional of the season.

I wanna thank the hosts for giving me such a great experience, I'm so happy this game happened to me the way that it did. I hope I win but even if I dont I still think I accomplished much, and I'm proud of how I did.

Day 39, this is Kori, signing off.

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Last minute confessional because I haven't made one yet: I can't believe I made it to the end & I'm just glad I got to share my game at final tribal council. Do I think I played the best? No. I did what I could with what I was given & I did the mf'ing shiz. I fought for my Survivor life & made fire which I think is a pretty rad way to get here. I took out the wild straight white male who I think played a smashing game. I played how I wanted to & I had so much fun while doing so. Whether I win or lose, I'm proud of what I accomplished here & Elara is definitely not gonna be a game I'll forget. Thank you hosts for a bomb experience & for putting together a well run game~ WOOP WOOP

Well, it's the end now, I'll know soon if I won or if I'm runner up or 3rd.

I had an amazing time, and I'm sure reading back is sure to be interesting.

To anyone who's read my stuff, it may seem a little inconsistent or contradictory at times, it's usually due to a changed mindset or decision I make and forget to confess about, and for that I apologize to the viewers.

This has been an incredible experience I'm not gonna forget, and I'm glad to have gone through it with so many.

I just hope I get a single vote. xD

Kori wins Celestial: Elara in a 4-3-2 vote! Ci’ere came in 2nd and Roxy finished in 3rd.

#episode #flyinghigh

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