#teka writes

[tekablade-chronicles-3]

wow look at that ! my first time posting to AO3 in years !

This one's about Junah and Will, and how she views a late-game event in regards to him.

Spoilers for late September !

[aimeecarreros]

LEE JUYEON [SSTBZ] 'Bad Luck' Limited Theme Card Mood Sampler

[krafterwrites]

Cold

Silver and Blaze travel back to the past, only to find out that it's calm conditions can be extremely dangerous if you're not acclimated to them

Words: 1439

(This art, which inspired the fic, is by my wonderful friend @tekatonic and has been posted with their permission. You should check out her blog!)

With a flash, Silver had been warped from his future and into the past. It was just like blinking or waking up from a dream, there was no transition between the two times and places. He stood there, his view filled with things he had never seen, life and beauty present in ways he'd only hopelessly dreamed about before now

But he felt something new, too. Not something positive or emotional, but something physical: pain

Silver had felt pain all too much during his life; burns, scrapes, bruises, and many other things. This, however, wasn't like any of those things. It almost felt like burning fire, like when a pillar of flame erupted just an inch away from him, but at the same time it was nothing like that. It felt like the claws of those rotten, relentless beasts were tearing into every part of him, and he had begun shaking uncontrollably. His breath formed clouds of mist in front of him, and in his pained haze, Silver's best guess as to what they could be was his soul leaving his dying body. Why was this happening? Was he never meant to come to this time?

He stopped thinking about this as he realized a more familiar sensation, not being able to breathe. With what little effort he could actually use, Silver inhaled, and the same burning was now inside his body. His throat, his lungs, every part of him. Even the way it entered him felt wrong, it was far too smooth and thin, and as a result he got much more air than he was prepared for

Choking and coughing, he saw the same clouds begin to ascend above him as he stumbled to the ground. Normally Silver could've used psychokinesis to save himself, but that required concentration, and there was no way he could ever concentrate in a situation like this

As he fully hit the ground, he felt grass for the first time. If the circumstances were different, it might have been a magical moment, it felt soft as it brushed against his back. Right now, though, it was nothing. It didn't matter in the slightest, the only thing that did was that he was on the ground and couldn't move

While frozen in place, his eyes were fixed on the sky above him, the stars and moon. It should have been beautiful. It should have been one of the happiest moments of his life to finally see what was behind that thick, desolate blanket of smoke that covered his world

But it wasn't. While his eyes were fixed on the view he had always dreamed of, unmoved, he felt a soft hand grab onto him. Blaze was here, she could save him, he wasn't going to die after all. She began picking Silver off of the ground and into her arms as fast as she could, she was clearly better off than him considering she was able to move, and suddenly death was no longer the possibility that it was moments ago to him. He frantically pressed against her and clinged onto her arms with the limited control he had over his body after getting set upright, trying to get as much warmth as he could so this hellish experience could end

When he saw her eyes, though, his stomach dropped. They were a blank stare, and it wasn't just a reaction to his critical state. She was being affected by this too

The adrenaline and fright already coursing through him set in even more as he felt almost nothing in place of what he expected to be a roaring well of heat, becoming even more panicked and shaky as the seeming inevitability of death ripped away his small hope of living

Blaze was trying to draw out as much heat as she could for both her and Silver's sake, but with the piercing atmosphere and Silver's freezing body leeching the life out of her internal flames, she could only provide so much. She too had shaky breaths that felt like they were tearing at her insides, and though not as severe, she was also shivering

The spiraling frenzy that Silver's mind had been whipped into made it even harder for him to hold on to his consciousness, and he could feel everything beginning to slip away from him. He noticed he couldn't move the hands that he had just held onto Blaze with, he couldn't feel them either. His breaths were getting more shallow, it was almost a relief because of how they burned his throat, but it meant he was losing more and more air as time went on. The heart that was once pounding like it was trying to escape the chest it resided in began to falter and weaken, slipping away with his remaining lucidity

With the continuing loss of his pulse and air supply, the rational and thinking parts of Silver's mind disappeared, and all he knew was the most basic and primal emotion: fear. All that he could process anymore was that death was imminent, and he was afraid. The shivering, previously just from the extreme temperatures, was now aided by his fright as he used the small pockets of air in his lungs to cry out

Blaze was witnessing all of this as it happened, and was desperately trying to heat the both of them up despite the limitations her own anxiety and the environment were putting on her. Her body temperature was still much lower than it normally was, and although it was rising as she fought to stay composed and not break under pressure, it wouldn't be in time to save Silver at it's current rate

With her mind still mostly intact, she began to think about her situation. For 14 years, she'd lived as one of the sole survivors in a burning wasteland filled with monsters, and a demon that destroyed the entire world. She'd fought against it and won countless times, it was hard, but she'd managed it

But just a few minutes in a peaceful time that was full of inhabitants, and she was most likely going to die along with Silver. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that they wouldn't even get a chance to save the future. It wasn't fair that she was watching him die

All these thoughts swimming around were agitating, infuriating. Blaze had never been this mad in her life. For a moment, the cold faded away, replaced by burning hot rage

Except, it wasn't just for a moment. She hadn't gotten so distracted that her outside senses temporarily faded away, her focus on survival had shot her temperature up. After noticing this, she quickly began jostling Silver, anxiously trying to check if his condition had improved at all

To him, it was like waking up from a nightmare, the heat had returned him to being mostly aware after it had gotten enough time to fully reach him. His shivering had begun to slow, and his heartbeat started to regulate itself alongside his breaths. The clouds were smaller than before, which he saw as his previously departing soul returning. Some of the cold remained, but it was now accompanied by absolute certainty that it wouldn't kill him

He turned to look at Blaze, realizing that she had brought him off of deaths door, and tried to thank her. Before he could compose a sentence, she smiled at him, her own shakiness slowly melting along with the bitter frost. Blaze's smile, one of the only joys in the miserable world he was born into, made him realize just how happy he was that he was living in this moment

In lieu of trying to compose a sentence with his still quivering body, he let out a small chuckle, and let tears begin streaming down his face. Blaze began to do the same once she realized that she hadn't been too late, and that they were going to live to fight another day

Now able to largely ignore the previously agonizing cold that had blinded him, Silver was finally free to appreciate the grass, and the gorgeous night sky. Looking up and seeing it clearly made him even more grateful that he was able to continue living. Blaze felt the same way once she looked up too, being able to witness such a sight with each other as they thawed felt like a karmic balance for the trauma they had just gone through. As they sat there staring at the heavens, they now knew exactly what they were fighting for. Not just the night sky, but also each other

[tekatonic]

Well that was all the 2022 SEGAU design sheets. Unfortunately I don't have any others ready to post rn but I'm working on some more, rest assured !

Feel free to send asks about the AU while I figure out how to present written explanations on the major worldbuilding concepts ( I'll probably have to scribble some schematics, otherwise it'll be boring to look at... agh ). I know I really just posted designs without really explaining why they are the way they are and the differences with canon... I imagine you must be a little confused.

I'll have to work on those sketchbook pictures too, there's a lot of them to take, and for some reason my pictures look much darker on my laptop than on my phone, so that's a problem.

Ah but regardless, yes tell me your thoughts ! I love feedback !! ( Even if the feedback is criticism. Feel free to tell me what you don't like, too ! )

[tekablade-chronicles-3]

While I find it actually interesting that this boy is basically hope personified at this point, I think it's worth remembering he is also an actual person.

There's something that was struck me at just about the point you're at rn : I realized, he's not cried a single time. Like you said, "even Jesus wept". I feel like that's one of the things that make him a bit unsettling (?) to me. He is kindhearted to a fault, and he can express emotions, but it feels like there's a gap somewhere.

That being said, if he was just like Makoto P3, that would be kinda of a shame. People already compare them enough just based on appearances, I don't want to have a printer copy just because Makoto is a great protag.

Will gets to snap/express rancor basically only twice in the game ( that i've seen ) and they're both optional, and still polite. I know he isn't allowed to lash out at people for the sake of his campaign, but it really feels like he should talk about it with his friends more. I mean heck there's a eugief on the team ! We know a few paripuses ! There's plenty of room for discussion.

tekablade-chronicles-3 i agree !!!! though i feel there's a reason that Will as a protagonist in particular is more hopeful and one-track in his mind, it's kind of scary to me that he does not break, at least so far. how much can one child endure ?? he's been the target of seething racism, rampant distrust, the witness of many corpses, several hangings and other horrors beyond words, I mean jfc is he just compartmentalizing all this ?? is he okay ???

So I'm doing this the old fashioned way cause the dialogue box was too small to say everything I wanted.

Atlus made it pretty clear from jump that they wanted Will to be the most hopeful out of all of the protagonists they've made thus far. Which is fine, I get the reasoning; "Light of Hope" and all that. But it feels like they over corrected. It reminds me of what Tales of Arise wanted to do with Alphen. They wanted him to be their most mature protag yet and they succeeded but at the same time he started coming off as preachy toward the end.

So while I understand what they're doing with Will as a character being the "guiding light" and all, even Jesus wept, you know? With that coupled alongside Strohl's Yosuke Curse (being the one that comes up with all the ideas therefore accidentally overshadowing the MC, also known as the "Mitsuru Curse" or the "Makoto Curse"), Will comes across as a Passive Pollyanna at best and a Gary Stu at worst especially during Montario where the player has so few dialogue options and Strohl does all the talking.

That being said, this isn't a dealbreaker at all and a paltry complaint next to Metaphor's miles of accolades especially for such a vast departure from Atlus's usual fare. It's really the first of is kind for them and they'll likely improve in the future, they always do. I think it could be fixed by giving Will some more character flaws than just "soft spoken with a bit of a martyr complex". Making him a bit more adversarial to the blatant racism or at the very least giving him more than one scene where he has the option to say that he hates it. I would at least like a few eye rolls and making him look a little less clean cut. Or you could keep him the same and make Strohl or Hulkenberg "Captain" while Will's the emotional heart of the group.

[jediah-angelo]

POEM(FILIPINO🔥🫧✨)

gusto kita ngunit umiiwas ako

tulad sa mga inumin sa cafeteria ng school ko

amoy na bumubungad kaagad pagbukas ko ng pinto

tunog ng hinahalong gatas at ang pilantik ng mga yelo

gusto kita pero ayoko

naiintindihan mo ba o malabo?

bagkus ang sarili ko ring puso ay nagugulumihanan, nagugulo

kung itutuloy ko ba ang paghakbang ng mga paa ko papunta sa'yo

o titigil muna?–teka lang, nahihiya ako!

at ngayo'y narito sa linya, nakapila sa dakong dulo

palingat lingat ang tingin, hindi maibaling sa'yo

pasulyap sulap, sisilip, pipikit at muling titingin sa malayo

puso'y parang tambol, kumakatok, nagwawala, naghuhumentado

hawak na ang pitaka, ngunit bakit nagbabakasali?

kulang kaya ang barya?

—kulang ang mga salita, sumasapaw ang kaba

pwede bang ipakita na lamang sa mga kilos at pagsulyap ng aking mga mata?

—hindi ko kaya!

may mga salitang nabubuo sa likod ng bibig kong tikom

ngunit hindi ko maisambit, ni mailuwa, ni mabulong

gusto kita, napakalapit mo na ngunit bakit napakalayo?

masyadong malaki ang espasyong tatawirin papunta sa'yo

parang kailangan pang sumakay ng eroplano't kung babagsak

—pwede bang diretso at siguradong sa'yo?

gusto kita, wala ng halong biro, wala ng pagdududa

kaya nga heto ako, nakaupo sa jeepney, pauwi at di mapakali sa pwesto

marami kasing nakatingin, baka mabasa pa ang tulang sinusulat ko

ngayon napapaisip na't kung iiwasan pa ba kita tulad ng kapeng inoorder ko,

"kuya isa ngang spanish latte, 70 pesos lang."

"Sure na hindi 100?"

—hindi po, pero sa kaniya hindi sapat ang isang daang porsyento

at ang tulang ito para sabihing...

𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 ngunit umiiwas ako tulad sa mga inumin sa cafeteria ng school ko.

***

Iced Coffee.

MEANINING✨🫧:This Means When Your Comparing Your Love To Ice Coffee In The Phillipines,Well In Phillipines In Starbucks Iced Coffee Is Very Expensive,And Comparing To The Love…The Admirer Thinks That He Is Not Worth Of It’s Love.✨🫧👑💕❤️

NOTE:ALL RIGHTS BELONG TOO THE ORIGINAL OWNER.NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED,OWNER✨🫧

TRANSLATION💕:

I like you but I'm avoiding you like the drinks in my school's cafeteria smell that emerges as soon as I open the door sound of churning milk and the clinking of ice i want you but i don't want you do you understand or is it unclear? but my own heart is confused, confused if I continue to step my feet towards you or stop first?–wait, I'm ashamed! and now here in the line, lined up at the end look away, can't turn to you glance, glance, close your eyes and look away again heart is like a drum, knocking, disappearing, humming the purse is in hand, but why join? Is there a lack of coins? —words are lacking, nervousness is overwhelming can it just be shown in the gestures and glances of my eyes? —I can't! there are words forming behind my closed mouth but I could not speak, nor spit, nor whisper I love you, you're so close but why so far? the space to cross to you is too big it's like you have to get on a plane if you're going to crash —can I be straight and sure with you? I love you, no joke, no doubt that's why here I am, sitting in a jeepney, going home and restless in my seat there are many people watching, maybe the poem I'm writing will be read now I'm wondering if I'll avoid you like the coffee I order, "Brother, it's a Spanish latte, only 70 pesos." "Are you sure it's not 100?" —no, but for him one hundred percent is not enough and this poem to say… I like you but I avoid like drinks in the cafeteria of my school.

Iced Coffee.

[ghostofhyuck]

HI PO😍 i jus wanted to say that im in love with ur works eueue😭🫶 i dont normally send asks pero i just thought that i had to express how much i enjoy your writings!! and finding out that you’re filo too makes it 💯💯times better🦖 i came across your recent series on my feed and its do slay like it’s like the perfect balance of horror and romance na diko alam kung matatakot ba ako o kikiligin ueue yun lang!! have a nice day/night po🤞

hello!!! omg kinikilig ako TEKA KSFKJDSKF THANK YOUUUU <3 grabe!! natuwa ako sa message mo :<< hala, sobrang appreciate ko ito and i'm so happy na nagustuhan mo yung series kasi may pagka-dark din siya ih pero iyon :> hehehe <3 thank you anon!! I hope you have a nice day/night din <33

[tekablade-chronicles-3]

I do agree !!

He's so interesting to me... There's always both hope and melancholy in his expressions, and his one-tracked determination is really striking.

But he's been enduring and enduring since the start of his journey, and... well, there's no way everything has been water off his back. He's got to cope somehow, and if he's just been bottling up everything, something's bound to give.

Actually, this gives me a new idea... hm.

"Riona, relatively speaking, you're still extremely early in Metaphor: ReFantazio. You cannot start writing fanfiction already. You have no idea what you're doing."

I've been writing Metaphor drafts since 2023.... ( they suck and are inaccurate now, so i doubt i'll post them, but y'know. ) It's okay. You're fine.

This game deserves it. And Close Contact is fantastic !! ( i'm that one commenter from earlier lol )

Thank you so much, both for this message and for your lovely comment on my fic!

I'm impressed by how early you started writing for Metaphor! I wrote a fic for The Last of Us, Part II eight months before the game came out, based entirely on a trailer, so I can relate.

It's entirely up to you, of course, but I encourage you to post your Metaphor writing if you'd like to! (If you're concerned about inaccuracies, you could just mention in an author's note that it was written pre-release.) The world needs more fanfiction for this game, after all.

[inariyazaki]

Your lips were soft as winter, in your passion I was lost.

#4 - First Day !!!

"Y/n, tawag ka ni Akaashi sa meeting room daw." Tobio says as he places his phone down, and pockets it. "Ha? Baket daw?" I asked as I tilt my head and raised my eyebrow, "Ewan, di ko na tinanong." He mutters with a shrug, I looked at him in disbelief. "Naknam– putcha sino bang hind– bahala na nga." I said as I waved him off, and walked past him.

In the meeting room, I was greeted with a lot of unfamiliar faces, it made me anxious. I wasn't the social butterfly type, in fact, I was very much introverted, compared to my three very extroverted friends. "Good morning, Miss l/n, please take a seat, we would like to discuss about the nomination of the student councils." Said the principal, I slowly nodded and sat beside I'm assuming Akaashi, I gave him a silent nod, he does as well.

"So miss l/n, currently, we are nominating you as the president, and we'd like to ask if you are willing? We're picking you, because of your experience and commentary of you being the former class president during your high school days." The principal says, my heart drops, how should I say no? Oh, oh no. I'm definitely not gonna accept, the amount of stress this position will give me? Oh sorry principal, I'll have to refu–

"Sure." I suddenly say with a nod. 'PUTANGINA Y/N ANONG SURE??? NAKAKASTRESS TONG ROLE MO SIS??? PUTCHA PAGIGING STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT KA TEH ANONG SURE??' I thought to myself as I just blinked with a neutral expression, I see Akaashi, I think? I'm still not sure, look at me in shock, 'Oo teh shocked din ako sa sarili ko di ka nagiisa.' I added to my thoughts, the principal sighs in relief and smiles, "Ah, that's amazing. Thank you, Miss l/n. I will list your name as the president, then" The principal says with a nod as he takes a pen out and writes. Akaashi, again, I think, clears his throat. "Are you sure about this, Miss L/n? Mahirap po maging presidente." He whispers as he faces me, I faced him, said nothing, then nodded. 'TARANTADO KA Y/NNN BAT OO KA NG OO', Akaashi calmly nods, "Ako nga pala si Akaashi, Akaashi Keiji. Vice president mo." He introduces himself with a smile, I nodded, "Um, Y/n L/n, nice to meet you." I say with a half assed smile, clearly uneasy due to how many unfamiliar faces, "Kaibigan ni Tobio?" He asked, my brows raised, "Opo.. You know Tobio po?" I asked, he nods, "Close friends kami, since high school, actually. Setter sya dati, and his skills caught my eye." He says with a polite smile, I nod, "Heyyy, y/n, diba?" A blondish guy, a tad bit sandy hair, I nodded awkwardly, "Yaku Morisuke, kaibigan ni Sugawara!" He says with a bright smile and wave, "Hello po.." I mumbled with an awkward nod, "Sige, that's done, everyone. We have finalized the new Student Council members, all of you please be here after classes. Mga around 4:00pm. You're all dismissed." The principal says as he bows down in gratitude, I just stood up and quickly left the room. "Y/n! Teh, teka lang ang bilis mo!" Yaku from behind exclaims as I stopped in my tracks and wait for him, "..baket po?" I asked, he looked up at me and smiled, "Let's be friends." He says with a smile.

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry sa late update huhuuu, pero ayun na ngaaa, Yaku appreciation 🫣 he'd be lying when he said he didn't find u hella beautiful

Synopsis : Wherein Shoyo fucked his own hand writing up and made Koushi his roommate instead of Y/n.

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[tekabecca114]

God

Finally finishing the TEKA October Mini-Comic feels good. Please go back and read it if you're interested in my silly writing exercise! I'm pretty proud of it!

[ahjae]

<BS:ZA> Chpt 2 - part 2 (Duo's backstory)

Logo: RINNΞ

November 25, xxxx

He lets out a sigh as he stares mindlessly at the board, he’s barely listening to his teacher if he’s being completely honest.

"Alright, before we end class, I would like you to grab a partner and build a model on our topic" The teacher tapped the board. "This will be your last project for this school year," She recalled as the other students took out their writing instruments and started to take down notes. "The deadline will be after your last exams, so you have plenty of time. '' The teacher then soon dismissed the class. Everyone packed their belongings and finally stepped out of the classroom, that includes the teacher. 

"Hey" 

A student approached Kaitou; 

"Do you.. have a partner already?"

The boy asked, seeming to be hesitant.

"Mukha bang may partner ako?" (Do I look like I have a partner?) Kaitou snarled, he just wanted to go home. He doesn't wanna deal with anyone from this horrid place they call school. He's tired. "Yeah, no wonder no one wants to partner with you.." The boy muttered to himself, Kaitou could clearly hear him as he whipped his head and glared at the boy. "If you're complaining already then fuck off." Kaitou slammed his palms on the table, the boy flinched and Kaitou could care less. He grabbed his back and stormed off the room. 

The boy was a stubborn one as he ran off to Kaitou. "Oy, teka lang!" (Oy! Wait up!)

The boy chased after Kaitou, grabbing his wrist abruptly stopping Kaitou's walk. "Ano?!" (What?!)

Kaitou looked back and saw a helpless boy, panting. 

"I know you don't have a partner and you won't bother asking someone," The boy paused, catching his breath. "Let's partner up on this project and once we're done with it we don't have to interact." The boy looked at Kaitou straight in the eyes. He won't give up til he said yes hm.. 

"Fine." Kaitou replied, nothing but joy can be seen in the boy's eyes. "Give me your number" Kaitou then pulled out his phone. "I'll send you the research and other details next week" The boy nodded and grabbed his phone then gave it to Kaitou. The two were silent while putting each other's number on each other's fine. "I'll get going, don't chase after me" Kaitou sighed, turning on his heel and walking away. Thankfully, the boy didn't follow. He opened his phone and checked his contacts. "Koe?.." It took Kaitou a good minute. "Oh that's his name." 

A week passed by and as Kaitou promised he sent all his research to Koe. The boy appreciated this and suggested that they talk more about this during their break time, Kaitou was hesitant but still agreed nonetheless.

"You remember how ma'am said that we have to build a model?" Koe asked and Kaitou simply nodded while eating his snacks. "I was wondering maybe I can build it while you do the research?" Koe requested and this made Kaitou's vein pop. "Do you just want the points to yourself?" He glared at the boy and Koe just shook his head. "No no no! That's not it– I–" Koe stuttered out and Kaitou wasn't having it. "Why bother looking for a partner when you want the grades to yourself?" Kaitou balled his fist trying not to slam it on the table. 

"Just hear me out, please!" Koe begged and since Kaitou didn't want to embarrass himself, he just waited for Koe to start talking once again.

"Thank you. I'm not being selfish, I just want to split the work. That's all" Koe explained and Kaitou is not convinced one bit. "But.. if you feel like helping just ask me, a little help wouldn't... hurt" Koe looked down, staring at his lap waiting for a response from Kaitou. 

Kaitou just lets out a sigh and arises from his chair. Koe looked up to see him packing up already, panic stricken.

"W-Where are you going?" Koe mentally slapped himself for stuttering. "Going back to the classroom, what else? We have 5 more minutes of break." Kaitou reminded Koe. "What about the-" Koe was cut off by Kaitou clicking his tongue. "We can split the work." And without further discussion Kaitou is off, heading to their classroom. 

Koe lied; 

And Kaitou knows. 

Whenever Kaitou would send Koe one of the research he conducts he would always ask the boy if there's anything he can do. Koe would always turn him down. 

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and the next thing Kaitou knows the deadline is near. 

By the end of the examination he just gave up, he stopped asking Koe if there's anything he can help. He accepted the fact that Koe is taking all the credits to himself and Kaitou has no time to create another research let alone build a model.

The day of the deadline comes and everyone has their model in front of the class. Kaitou was sitting at the back— listening to the students present their work. 

When it's time for their work to be presented, Kaitou couldn't help but look away, Koe's presenting by himself. It made every blood in Kaitou's body boil. 

He couldn't fucking believe it. 

Once every student had presented their work the teacher walked in front of the class.

"I have everyone's index card right here" She announced, waving a stack of index cards in one hand. "I mentioned the rubrics in one of our free time but if you forgot it's written here" The teacher then tapped the board with the written rubrics. "I also mentioned that whoever is in charge is allowed to grade their partner based on their performance from 1-10, 1 being the lowest" 

The teacher then looked at each index card. "And the highest right now is..." She prolonged her sentence, trying to find a specific card. "Ah, Koe and Kaitou seem to be doing well, they've split up their work pretty well it seems." Kaitou's eyes widened, he whipped his head and caught Koe's eyes. He couldn't hear what the teacher was saying after that, the two just had a staring contest the whole time the teacher was talking. 

When the teacher dismissed the class Kaitou hurriedly got up from his seat and chased after Koe. "Oy, dickhead!" He spat out, grabbing Koe's shoulder and forcefully spun him around to make him look at Kaitou. "What was that all about?"

"I did mention we're splitting the work," Koe said smugly. 

"You fucker. I keep asking you if there's anything I can help with— like you said, but I always get fucking ghosted." Kaitou then shoved Koe. "L-Look.. I'm sorry, I heard you're not a huge fan of working, s-so I spared you a bit" Koe stuttered out, slowly stepping away from Kaitou. "And you didn't bother asking me?" Koe was silent, letting Kaitou yell at him. "Did I just waste my breath telling you that I can help with the building process?! I even went to your house to try and help you!" Finally, Kaitou lets out a sigh. "Whatever." He muttered and shoved Koe out of his way. Koe just watched Kaitou walking away. Koe sighed and walked the opposite direction. 

Thankfully, school's over, the two can forget about this experience. 

A month went by and the two stopped talking to one another, they didn't mind anyways. 

Kaitou stepped out of the grocery store, both hands holding a plastic bag filled with groceries that his mother listed down, he also grabbed a couple of snacks for himself. He started walking to the direction of his house when he passed by an alleyway, in that alleyway he heard low groaning. Kaitou looked at the alleyway in disgust and proceeded to walk. "Who the fuck would have sex in a dirty ass alleyway" He muttered to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that someone or something was on his tail. It slowly approached him til it finally had its filthy hands on Kaitou's shoulder.

Kaitou flinched and immediately kicked whoever was behind him. Kaitou turned around to take a good look at whoever dared touch him and god..

He regretted it. 

This creature that Kaitou was looking at— it almost made him throw up. The creature is covered in dried blood, skin decaying, mouth ajar and one of its eyes is dangling out of its own socket. Kaitou took a step back, then another, til he's finally sprinting home. 

One creature turns into swarms of creatures. He ran as fast as he could; the joy in his eyes when he spotted his house. He swung the front door open and slammed it shut once he's inside, locking it. "MA!" He called out and the response he got sent shivers down his spine. 

A low groan. 

Shit. They got here already. How?! 

He dropped the groceries and slowly walked his way to the kitchen and grabbed a chef's knife. He doesn't want to do it. But.. he knows.. his mother is gone. 

He quickly grabbed the groceries he bought and before he could step out of the house he heard stomping, slow once but soon enough the footsteps became faster and louder.

Kaitou swung the door open and dashed out the door, leaving his now corrupted mother behind. He ran and ran, he didn't know where he was going and just ran with groceries and a knife in hand.

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Once he came to a stop he dropped down on his knees and tried to catch his breath. "Fucking christ.." He cussed at no one, he slowly arose from the floor and looked up noticing a familiar house. "Kaitou?" A familiar voice called out. 

"Well fuck." 

"I see you just got back from an errand" Koe teased and jogged to the front of his house. “This is not a good time to be teasing me, asshole. Did you not notice our predicament just now?” Kaitou yelled at him, Koe just stayed silent, opening the door and letting Kaitou enter before him. “I know, I saw” Koe sighed and slid his jacket off his shoulder. Koe pointed at the counter, insisting Kaitou to place the bag of groceries there. Kaitou understood and did as he was instructed. “It’s best to mentally and physically prepare ourselves before going outside,” Koe said before hanging his jacket on one of the chairs. “Thankfully we got groceries.” He then pulled the chair and sat down, sighing to himself. “Why are you suddenly here out of all places?” He started to ask the boy who’s currently storing the groceries away. “Tried to go home, mother’s corrupted and I have no place to go” Kaitou said softly. Then silence, no one dared to mutter out a word. They didn’t mind it one bit, they needed to wrap their head on what on earth happened and what they just experienced. 

“And the rest is history” Kaitou then clapped his hand as he finished telling the story which included every detail he can remember. To put it simply, Toko has no words as she listens to every word the two are spitting out. She’s thankful that Suro and Rinne found them and decided to take them in, they would be a good part of the team. “Is there anything else you want to know?” Koe asked. 

“That’s all, no worries,” Toko smiled and tapped her fingers on the table. “I do have a question though,” Kaitou stepped in. 

“Go on?” 

“Do you give the others their “job” or do they have to pick?” 

Toko hummed at Kaitou’s question. “It really depends. If they’re unsure on what they want to do they come to me and I'll give them a position. But other than that it’s mostly them giving themself a position.” The two boys nodded at the information that Toko gave. “Is that all?”

Koe hummed and the duo stood up from their seats. “That’s all for now, thank you” Koe smiled at Toko as he walked up to the door and opened it. “I should be the one thanking you two for trusting me with your story” Toko softly chuckled and watched the two step out of her office. Once the door was closed she leaned back on her chair and she let out a groan. “What’s with everyone with traumatic ass stories” She then lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“You’re one to talk” Another voice spoke, she immediately sat up and saw Rev leaning on the door frame. “As if you don’t” Toko teased which earn a laugh from Rev. “No one is stable in this shelter” He grabbed a chair and slid it behind him then he sat down. “True” said Toko, 

“Also, aren’t we supposed to move out?” Rev added. “Maybe tomorrow, i’m not too sure”

“You said that last time”

“Shut it!” Toko lets out another groan and she lays her head on the desk in front of her. “Finding a new shelter is no problem, we already found one. The drive there will be a big one” Rev nodded as he mentally took notes. “We’ll have a meeting tomorrow, for now, go to sleep” 

[javic-piotr-thane]

Torchwood: Among Us Part 3, VORTEX June 2023

[putting the actual article under a readmore because it contains spoilers for the first boxset! and also because I want to be kind to y'all's dashes lol]

APOCALYPSE NOW

To British television viewers, Janet Ellis is a familiar and beloved face. Best known as a presenter on Blue Peter and also as the mum of pop star Sophie Ellis-Bextor, it shouldn’t be forgotten she was once a guest star in Doctor Who when she played Teka in The Horns of Nimon. And now, she’s coming face to face with the Torchwood team playing a character named Janet!

Torchwood: Among Us 3 features a quartet of adventures with How I Conquered the World, written by Ash Darby, Tim Foley and James Goss; Doomscroll by Ash Darby; Heistland by Tim Foley and The Apocalypse Starts at 6pm by James Goss.

The team, with Yvonne Hartman (Tracy-Ann Oberman), Ng (Alexandria Riley), Orr (Samantha Béart), Mr Colchester (Paul Clayton) and Tyler Steele (Jonny Green) are surviving against the odds as it seems that the whole world has been turned against the organisation. But who is behind this? It’s time to find out.

How I Conquered the World has been co-written by the three writers of this set. Writer James, also the producer of the series, explains: “Episode nine is where we find out what set Torchwood up and why it did it. It ties into all of the stories so far in the season. Who turned a cul-de-sac into killers, who was persecuting Colin, who was behind Voloshnik and what Bilis was doing in the Torchwood Hub? It’s also a story about our lives now, and how, if we really are angrier all the time, where does all that anger go? It’s an interesting piece of storytelling and features some use of artificial voices, which is curiously rewarding and sometimes hilarious.”

Co-author Tim was delighted to work on a collaboration for the first story in this set. He says: “Oh, it was wonderful. Writing Torchwood is always a team sport. It’s great building a series like this together – I’ve had such a good time with James and Ash.”

The second adventure, Doomscroll by Ash, features a very recognisable world with social media influencers. James explains: “Episode 10 might be the one where Twitter goes, ‘I cringed so hard at this’! Something’s killing influencers and Torchwood have to stop it. It’s got a lot of very dark humour in it and truly disturbing situations. The cast are all phenomenal, delivering some lines that are probably unsayably weird. It might be the most relevant thing we’ve ever done, or it might be way off beam, or it might be the kind of thing you listen to in 2027 and go, ‘What’s an influencer?’”

The next story Heistland has been written by Tim. James says: “Episode 11 sees Torchwood Cardiff and their Icelandic equivalent carrying out two heists. Yvonne Hartman sets out to steal a crypto currency before an auction that could end the world. When it was scripted we were still getting our head around NFTs. Now it’s coming out after the bankruptcy of Sam BankmanFried and seems strangely wise. A lot of it is set in the French city of Carcassonne, which is beautiful and very dear to Tim’s heart. Clearly he thought, ‘Where’s the least likely place to base a crypto currency?’. It’s joyous to get Kai Owen back, and Rhys and the mysterious Kristin’s dynamic make me long for more Torchwood Iceland.”

Tim was delighted to be able to send Torchwood to Iceland. He agrees: “Absolutely! After we went there for Misty Eyes, James was keen we returned. It was fun to send Yvonne to France as well – gives a real international flavour to what we expect from ‘heist’ stories.” But has Tim actually ever visited Iceland? He concedes: “No! I’m a fraud! I do have friends from there though. I’d love to visit. And it was fun learning facts about the country. No trains in Iceland! Outrageous.”

Summing up the story, Tim says: “Yvonne performs a heist and Rhys tries to stop her! Or is it the other way around? I love writing for Rhys. Whether he’s barbecuing or making delicious sandwiches, I always seem to be feeding him. And giving him nice warm jumpers. That’s all I want to do for characters I love. And there’s something that happens in a turret that’ll get the listeners talking.”

The Apocalypse Starts at 6pm concludes the series and features the aforementioned Janet Ellis. James says: “Episode 12 was the most glorious, starstruck day in studio since we got Sir Michael Palin in! We had Janet Ellis, MBE, playing a national treasure called Janet. It’s essentially, ‘What if you found out the world was going to end during The One Show? How would they cover it?’ And the answer is this episode. It features riots, kidnapping, aliens and reasonable Christmas gifting tips. The regulars are all wondrous throughout, playing very different aspects of their characters, and, madly, Janet walks away with it.

“We were worried she’d push back on some of the lines, but she really went for it. If you’ve ever wanted to hear a Blue Peter presenter swear, then you’re in for a treat! Janet agreed to it because, of all wonders, she worked with Paul Clayton back in the day and he took her out to lunch and talked her into it. We don’t deserve that man.”

[tekatonic]

Silver gets into so many life-threatening situations wherever he is that he now has a membership card for every hospital worldwide, with the best insurance in the world because if not, Blaze the Cat would declare war on the government and it would end badly ( for the government )

Silver standing outside during a storm: Ahh this is so beautiful, and all the water and wind feels great *He is struck by lightning and instantly dies*

[tekatonic]

posting art today ! it's last year art again, i know, but you will not BELIEVE the amount of 2022 art i never posted out of pure anguish and lack of executive function

[mmm-my-messy-mind]

Hi aubrey!👋🏻

Kamusta ka? I'm the 25 year old version of you. I'm writing you this kasi gusto ko malaman if nagawa mo ba yung mga gusto mong gawin. Kamusta maging payat? Mas naging confident ka ba? Mahirap ba yung proseso ng pagpapapayat mo? Kamusta ka sa trabaho? Mas naiintindihan mo na ba ginagawa mo? Mas ok na ba boss mo ngayon kesa dati? Nasa HC ka pa ba? Ang dami ko pang gustong itanong sayo, and hindi ko alam kung ano pang mga nangyari sayo ngayong taon na binabasa mo to pero alam ko na kaya mo to binabasa ngayon kasi kinaya mo lahat. Nalampasan mo nanaman yung mga problema mo sa buhay. Sana ituloy tuloy mo yung ganito mong mindset sa buhay. Alagaan mo sarili mo para maalagaan mo pa sila Mama at Papa. Magtipid ka para sa future mo at para sa mga emergency. Lumaban ka palagi at abutin mo lahat ng pangarap mo sa buhay. Gusto kong malaman mo na kahit anong mangyari, proud ako sayo. Hindi man halata pero proud ako na lumalaban ka palagi. Para sa pamilya mo, laban lang. Teka, kayo pa ba ni Bryan? If oo, nag mature na ba sya sa relationship nyo? Nakikita mo na ba sya for long term this time? Gurl, if oo, congrats! Pero if hanggang ngayon di ka pa din sure, baka its time na itigil na. Pero ikaw naman magddecide nyan. Basta, pag isipan palagi ang desisyon sa buhay, para walang pagsisihan. Sige na, Happy new Year! Kiss mo sila mama at Papa. Laban palagi Aubrey! Sexy mo na!!!! So proud of you!!!!

#ToMy2025Self

[mightyloves]

about her

the name’s Amaura Célestine and i go shortly by Ra or Cel, but you’re free to call me by any nickname or even a made-up one of your own! i’m using she/her as my pronouns, and i already reached the legal age of consent (22+)

a quick brief, my account quite fits to be put into cyber-work criterion. i set my interest mostly in books, literature, songs, movies, art, and likes to pour whatever is stacked on my head into writings

besides literature in any form; i put my likings on true-crime documentaries, i’m also a firm believer of matcha supremacy, and basically can’t live without spicy foods & cats [this is an open invitation to send me photos of your furballs to me (✯◡✯)]

i’m an INFP 9w1 with introverted feeling as dominant function, but i love to make friends and listen to others—so in case you were having a bad day and in dire need of someone to listen to, do not hesitate to knock my roomchat!

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amaura’s interests:

soloists: taylor swift, niki, mac demarco, olivia rodrigo, avril lavigne, lany, jannabi, g-dragon, pH-1, B.I

books: the alchemist, the silent patient, jakarta sebelum pagi, di tanah lada, semua ikan di langit, animal farm, the midnight library, the picture of dorian gray, mrs. dalloway, laut bercerita, the newcomer, teka teki rumah aneh

movies: harry potter, chronicles of narnia, enola holmes, knives out, dead poets society, the truman show, little women (2019), flipped, mcu movies, twilight, princess diaries, percy jackson

tv series: stranger things, modern family, wednesday, queen’s gambit, money heist

bands: 5SOS, my chemical romance, oasis, wave to earth, the 1975, reality club, day6, chase atlantic, arctic monkeys

groups: one direction, bigbang, ikon, treasure, blackpink, meovv, new jeans, seventeen, nct

k-dramas: it’s okay not to be okay, moving, alchemy of souls, twinkling watermelon, tale of the nine tailed 1938, vagabond, hellbound, flower of evil, hometown chachacha, law school, mouse

before you interact…

• i talked a lot, particularly the moment i feel comfortable to have you around :D you might find profanities, discourse, braindumps, as well as keyboard smash scattered here and there

• i have a VERY low social energy, it might take a while for me to actually respond to your text.. please don’t see it as any ill attention to ignore you :(

• but if you ever need me or just need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to reach me out or re-chat me. i’ll do my best to reply right away!

• you can always tell me if i did something out of hands by knocking my roomchat

do not interact if…

• you fit basic dni criteria

• you’re under 15

• you’re hateful in general

• you’re a misogynist who thinks slutshaming women for freely expressing themselves is okay

• and as long as you can respect my privacy slash personal space, you’re good to go!