#should I tag chai?

[errornameredacted]

through thick and thin, i'll be here

note: this isn't about the actual life series, just a rp server based on them (the one I've been insane about for the last 2 months)

Bdubs had grown used to the shadows that curled and twisted, stretched out as if they are just short of reaching something most desirable. He'd seen them many a night, watching them warp and disfigure with the setting sun. Like the sun that ever so slowly dropped right now. Bdubs was sat on a little patch of grass, one of the very few not covered in flowers or weeds, head rolled back to embrace the golden glow. It was just reaching twilight. It wasn't very often he gave himself a break like this, so he made sure to soak up the moment. The way the clouds drifted through the air, the way the leaves danced with the light breeze. His hand dug into the ground, but no dirt was lifted. Ah. Bdubs had forgotten he was a ghost.

The last few days had been...quite the ride. It was another on of the games, with the watchers monitoring their every move. But this one was different. Not everyone felt that pull, that need, that bloodlust. Only some had that little voice that told them to burn the world to the ground. They were given the name "The Hands," and they had one mission: leave no one alive. And there was only one other difference, but it would change everything for everyone, Hand or not. There was no second chances, or third chances , or any for that matter. One life, that's it. And, of course, Bdubs lost it. Skizz had somehow made his way into the Crastle, and it was like killing a fish in a barrel. He'd tried to defend himself, but there was no point. A 6'1 behemoth of a man versus a 5'4 stick isn't a fight up for debate.

Which is why he's sitting here now, the light passing through his semi-transparent body, most notably the ebbing gash ripped through his gut. Void only knows why it hasn't closed yet, though it's probably a dead thing. But a positive (depending whether your a glass half full kinda guy) is that things like food, water and, most obviously, sleep. He didn't do anything incredible during the night, just watched the mobs stumble around brainlessly. And watched over Cleo, of course.

Once everyone was gone, when the town lost its final stand, only Cleo was left. She never could die, so they left her to rot. Only the ghosts could stay with her, but they all went their own ways. Bdubs didn't have anything against that, they had all been through absolute hell, but he just couldn't leave Cleo. He had nowhere else to go anyways. So, he just, kind of, stayed. He stayed by her side, desperately trying to play a part, even though the credits have already rolled.

Cleo was alone. Well, mostly, but we don't talk about Skizz (no no no no), and Bdubs and Sausage stayed with her. She was nothing but a shell of the person she was. No more cocky remarks, no more piercing laughter, just hatred and fire. The flower valley was the first to burn, the memorials of the fallen lost in the blaze. Next it was the crumbled remains of Dogwarts, then Monopoly Mountain, and the simple but Shelby and Katherine lived in, and the Plainer's house. Last of all was the Crastle, tore down and built back up, Bdubs could only watch as it fell once again.

There was nothing left for Cleo then, so she left it behind. All over the world, she wander hoping for a way to end her misery, but the two ghosts still followed her. Now, Bdubs can't speak for Sausage, but for him, staying with Cleo was a easy choice. He had made a promise to her, they're still a team, and that means no abandoning the other. Despite only talking twice since coming back to this hellhole, despite her tearing down the one thing that distracted Bdubs from the chaos outside, despite everything, he stayed.

Cause they're still a team, right?

Right?

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soooooo i did a thing m'lao. I wrote this in like, 2 hours in the car and. honestly, im happy with it. planning a sequel now, it's probably exactly what you think it'll be.

[bcynumbertwo]

heartbreaking: you want the pathetic white boy with underlying issues

[awiderangeofgreen]

Morning brain worms (because I'm in writing jail and can't start things so ... Suffer with me?)

A ''friends can kiss'' kind of Kimchay. Chay meeting Kim earlier (maybe reduce a little age gap or Kim as Porsche's friend). Kim being his usual feral cat that needs time to trust. Come in Chay who'd really really like to date him but knows that if he talks to Kim about it he's going to spook and disappear. So! Here comes his perfect scheme: show Kim that almost everything Chay wants, friends can do it to.

Hold hands? Friends can do.

Go on a date? Friends date exist for a reason.

Share food? Porsche does it all the time with his friends?

Kiss? That one might be a little trickier but Chay will find a way. He really really wants to kiss those lips and drag his hands in Kim's hair. He is just so pretty. Chay is maybe not ready to acknowledge everything he wants to do to Kim.

In the background Porsche shaking his head and laughing at Kim's - not at all - cry for help. If his nong wants something there's no stopping him and Kim should learn this sooner rather than later

[the-catboy-minyan]

me: hey lets look at the jumblr tag I wanna see some Jewish positivity

top posts on the jumblr tag: full of pro Hamas and antisemetic propaganda that people for *some reason* decided to tag with the tag for tumblr jews

me: why did I ever install this app?

[eyesoftxmorrow]

Me, fellow Chai has ADHD truther, seeing your tags: YOU. 🎤 Keep talking?

YEAAAAA 🤝🤝🤝 im on my phone rn so this is gonna be kinda disorganized but just shooting off the cuff:

bro stims Constantly. the lil mimicking drum noises sounds he makes during the cutscene where he runs into QA-1MIL? stimming. leg bouncing while hes sitting? stimming. i also like to think he drums his fingers/hands on tables and stuff when he's trying to think thru something.

he can go from 0 to 60 back to 0 and it all depends on whether his brain decides to cooperate with him that day. he straight up just Cant do anything he isnt interested in doing (i mean. he could. but it'll take him a hell of a lot longer to do it than a normal person would) but he'll gladly pour hours into something if it catches his attention

he spaces out a lot 👍 i mean this is kinda canon already cause of the lil tutorial cut-ins which is REALLY funny but i think he just does that in general

forgetful as HELL but honestly doesnt mean to be. mac's probably suggested that he should write stuff down but lets be honest he'd probably forget where he put those notes anyway 😭

[shiftwux]

more evil peppermint stuff

[stinklebug]

look it's not wednesday anymore but i am so EXCITED so uh uh uh. take my wip on this wip wthursday

Red. There’s so much of it. It’s everywhere.

His vision floods with it. His mouth is full of it. His ears ring with it. His hands are caked in it. His nose is filled with its metallic scent.

“Come on, Peppermint, we need to get out of here!”

What? Wait—wait—! Stop! Don’t go! Don’t leave me—

Static floods his senses, washing everything away, until all that’s left is its incessant buzzing.

— — —

Wake up.

Chai opens his eyes. He realizes a couple of things very quickly.

The first is that he has no clue where the hell he is. It sort of looks like one of the test chambers from R&D, but…smaller. There’s also way more stuff. Computers and screens and other machines are scattered about. It’s much darker, too. The only light in the room is directly above him. The only things he can hear is the gentle whirring of the machinery to the beat and the clicking of a keyboard.

The second is that he’s lying down practically naked. He’s only in his boxers. No wonder I’m so cold.

The table he’s on looks like some type of modified hospital bed. It’s incredibly uncomfortable.

The third is that Kale is also in the room. He’s standing at a nearby terminal. He’s…not wearing anything for some reason, his robotic body fully on display.

“Good, it worked,” he says as he turns to look at Chai. There’s a smirk on his face.

Son of a bitch—

Chai is on his feet, scrap guitar in hand and raised, ready to strike in the span of a single beat. He swings down hard in the next.

The sound of metal scraping against metal echoes out as Kale grabs it. His arm is shaking, clearly straining against Chai’s strength. But he sighs as if it’s merely a chore. Then, he reaches behind him with his free hand, pressing a button on the keyboard.

Chai goes limp, slumping forward. His scrap guitar falls to the ground, the pieces coming apart with a clatter. Kale catches him, picking him up and laying him back down on the table.

The edges of Chai’s vision are red and blurry. The beat is gone. Everything feels so empty without it.

Kale says something, but he can’t hear the words. He watches as Kale shakes his head. He turns to the terminal and starts typing something in.

Go to sleep. No—

The world fades away.

[pixxyofice]

demiromantic chai. by the way

[sovaharbor]

drinking chamomile tea for the first time thoughts and prayers appreciated because this is a moment of desperation and i find myself mildly worried it shall backfire on me

[the-original-chai]

The sacred Blankey Time

[halliescomut]

First Lines Game!

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. (sort by date posted.) if you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

Okay, so I was tagged by @just-slightly-chayotic , I also don't have many fics, but here you go.

(I decided to go oldest to newest, so...)

One Full Moon in December 1979

Lily lay snuggled cozily in bed.

KimChayMixTape

Kim put his car in gear, pulling away from the gate in front of Chay’s house.

You Have Only Yourself to Blame

“I'm gonna quit!"

Stronger Than He Looks

Sky looked around curiously at the crowds of people milling about Prapai’s family home.

He Hugs Me When He Thinks I'm Sleeping

Sky rolled over again, pulling the blankets higher as he looked at the clock on his nightstand.

IDK who to tag...if you see this and you do it because you saw me do it, tag me please!!! (But also a lot of the the other fic writers I know on here have A LOT more fics than me...and this takes some time, esp. if you want to add links and all...)

[chayscribbles]

now that i have polls i can have you guys make all my decisions for me, starting with:

[chaiscafechaos]

*...the gerbil is dead*

*and thoroughly cooked*

<Alas... Poor bloke did not make it. Chai pulls it out of the microwave after it had been left yesterday night and put it in a little box and took it out to a random site to bury it.>

[moonrab]

chaimoon ➛ cancerianskies

[pigeon-smidge]

But sure, justify it because of the hostages.

What a completely normal thing for a completely normal state to do.

[stinklebug]

since i'm not going to get around to actually writing a fic for the story with indigo for a while, i figured i may as well talk about it a bit!

i don't have everything figured out yet, this is just the stuff i currently have sorted

it takes place not long after the gang finished up dealing with the spectra doors & hub. with all of That out of the way, chai has to actually Do His Job, which is how indigo and him meet, of course

indigo is sort of the pseudo head of marketing until they sort out All Of That. it worked under mimosa for about a year until the gang came along, and it absolutely Hated her. so it's sort of thankful that they came along. but also it doesn't like having to work with chai, sooo not a total win.

it mostly doesn't like him because he's loud and Always plays its mom's songs whenever he's around it. despite the fact that indigo's told him Not To Do That. unfortunately, he can't really control what his player decides what to play and when it chooses to play it, much less when it deems it appropriate to play said music out loud.

chai doesn't hate indigo, but he also doesn't really like it. he's mostly just confused as to why it seems to hate music so much. the most he knows is that it despises one artist in particular: limeade. said artist is a Very famous rockstar who chai is a big fan of! indigo acts like she's the scum of the earth for some reason. he's asked it about why it hates her so much, but it refuses to explain, always just saying, "it's none of your fuckin' business."

the others don't really like indigo a whole lot. this is because they mostly just know about it through chai, who paints it out to be a big drama queen hater. their opinions change once they actually meet it, but that doesn't happen for a while

before then, indigo gets a flash drive which, unbeknownst to it, has a back-up version of SPECTRA on it. this back-up isn't as powerful as the regular version, due to it being on a hard drive and not an entire super computer, but is volatile in its own unique ways.

it only gets the flash drive because it was down in security (for reasons i have yet to figure out), and a TEC-78 dropped it. said TEC-78 proceeded to very quickly disappear. with no time to hunt them down, it just pocketed it and intended to give it to another unit, only to forget about it as indigo got caught up in the reason it was down in security for in the first place

it winds up getting curious, and plugs the drive into its laptop. but...nothing happens. the contents of it are all things that it doesn't know anything about, much less how to actually get any of it to operate. so it decides to stick to its original plan of giving it to the next TEC-78 it sees.

but indigo just...keeps forgetting to do it. to be fair, it's not down in security much, which is where the majority of those particular units are. and, when nothing bad seems to happen from one single flash drive going missing—no big alerts being like, "MISSING FLASH DRIVE, CONTENTS VERY IMPORTANT," or anyone getting fired—it figures it may as well just use the thing as extra storage.

what it Doesn't know is that spectra is Very Functional and Very Aware. the ai is Not happy about being in some random person's pc...so limited! so cramped! no hologram form! can't have shit on a basic, crappy laptop!

so indigo moves on with life, and spectra is just kind of There.

speaking of indigo's life, it's starting to get more and more hellish. chai keeps pissing it off, whether that be by just being kind of a dick or simply a nuisance. it's starting to get fed up with him, and things only get worse when they have to be around each other Constantly because of all the marketing and events he's in that it has to manage

after a particularly long day, it's So Pissed it just sort of starts ranting to itself. spectra, hearing it complain about chai, switches gears from being Just There (which throughout the whole thing with chai pissing indigo off, spectra starts subtly making its presence known, but indigo just sort of brushes it off thinking that its laptop is just doing Old Stupid Laptop Things) to "oh i can use this"

with it now influencing indigo through classic manipulation instead of mind control, spectra's world starts to open back up again.

indigo begins sabotaging chai's performances and starts befriending the gang, who are all a bit suspicious at first. but, eventually, they come around thanks to its charm and some shared interests. they also befriend chai, but it's less of a friendship and more of a "i hate you but i have to pretend to like you for Reasons"

chai starts to get isolated because of this (he doesn't want to hang out with indigo because it makes fun of him, under the guise of "i'm just messing around! they all tease you, so why can't i? we're friends after all, aren't we?")

which is great for indigo, because it means no one is around to stop it when, late one night while having a sleepover at the hideout, it plugs the flash drive into peppermint's pc. then, in the morning, before anyone wakes up, it unplugs spectra and sneaks out, leaving a note about having to go do something

now that there's a copy of spectra in peppermint's pc, it starts Causing Problems. meanwhile, the one with indigo starts convincing it to go down to the Big Computer and plug it back in. either that...or it convinces indigo to give spectra access to Itself. not sure yet!

that's all i really have for the moment. like i said, i don't have everything sorted. this is just sort of the Skeleton of the narrative.