#why'd i put so much effort into this anyway this was supposed to be a stupid doodle but uh as you can see here

[vampirenoise]

(source)

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

so I just read Doodles (and adored it!!) and now I can't stop thinking abt Miguel trying to sketch the reader, but having no artistic abilities and therefore failling miserably. a sequel perhaps??

((not sure if you're still taking requests tho. love ur work anyway!!)

hii!! AW that’s so kind, thank you! I absolutely loved writing this, thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

doodles (part 2)

Miguel O’hara x f reader

wc || 881

warnings || none just fluff

part 1 -> doodles

masterlist + rules

Miguel has many talents, but drawing is not one of them. He has an indispensable need for perfectionism, so anything he was automatically good at frustrated him massively. 

Since you've shared your knack for drawing with him, things have somewhat progressed between you both. Your relationship wasn't definite as of yet, but it was like the wedge between you two dissipated, like there was no longer a divide. You both spoke more freely with each other as if there was now a common understanding, like there were no secrets, well, still some secrets.

So now, when you'd hang out, you kept your doodle pad away, preferring to immerse yourself in conversation with Miguel rather than sketch your time away. He noticed how you were more present, more attentive while you were with him, and though he'd never admit it aloud, it made his heart feel full for you to want to spend time with him.

"You got your uh- notepad?" he asks, changing the subject of today's events at HQ.

"Always," you smile, head tilting to the side as if to understand him better. "Why'd you ask?"

"I want to try something," he sheepishly grins, his demeanour coltish as he avoids your gaze. "Can I borrow it?"

You playfully squint your eyes as you watch his expression soften. "I suppose,"

"And a pencil?" he adds, his tone sweet and juvenile as he extends a hand. 

You weren't completely certain about what he had planned, but you had an idea.

"Okay, turn around a bit... no, towards me... now, put your arm up... yeah, on the table... no, your elbow. Mierda," (shit) he chuckles, shaking his head. "Put that there," he grins, adjusting you, moving you around in your chair. "Now, relax," his smile widens as he gazes at you across the table. "Hermosa," (beautiful) muttering under his breath.

His grin slowly fades as the lead touches the paper, looking stumped as he peeks at you over the notepad. He softly sighs as he begins to sketch you, glancing up at you every few seconds, sometimes looking at you more than necessary. 

"How's it looking?" you sweetly ask, trying not to move too much.

"It's uh- it's," he pauses, masking the unsatisfied look on his face. "Good," he shrugs, his tone unconvincing as he continues to draw you.

He didn't have to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. His expressions were clear enough, even if he thought he hid them well. 

"Can't wait to see it," you reassure, your eyes soften as they meet his. 

He sighs heavily as he guides the pencil over the paper, flick-like strokes around the page as if he's sketching your hair. "It's terrible, cariño," (honey) he huffs, visibly frustrated as he drops the pad to the table. "Sorry,"

"No, no, don't be," you grin, standing from your seat, joining him on his side of the table. "Can I?" you ask, reaching for the pencil tightly gripped within his fist.

He nods, extending it towards you with a wry smile.

"Why you being so hard on yourself? It looks good," you partially lie. 

It wasn't an awful drawing. It just wasn't great. You hated the idea of lying to Miguel, but surely this one time would be okay, a small white lie to avoid hurting his feelings. For someone who doesn't often do anything artistic and creative, it was actually a pretty solid effort. And although he wasn't one to care for art, you could tell this meant a lot to him, like he was trying to impress you or show another side to himself, a softer side even. 

You could tell that he was frustrated in his attempts, so you reassured him, placing your warm palm over his forearm. "I think it looks great, Miguel," you smile. "Would it be okay if I help you?" you question, being careful with your wording to avoid the possibility of upsetting him.

"Go ahead," he nods, scooting his chair closer to you, resting the side of his head in his hand like he was getting comfortable to watch you. "I'm sure," he says, answering the question you had in mind, noticing the quizzical look in your eyes.

"Okay, so," you grin, looking at him. "I think it's the angle. It makes the proportions look funny, and it makes my nose look enormous," you playfully scold, earning you a soft laugh from Miguel. "But, you did the eyes well- wait a second, why are my lips so detailed?" you coyly smile, slowly turning to face him.

He doesn't answer. He shrugs, avoiding your gaze.

"Okay, okay, I'll drop it," you say, hiding your smile behind your hair, shielding the side of your face with it.

"Don't hide it," he mumbles, extending a hand, reaching for your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He smiles, noticing the blush form over your cheeks. "Show me how to improve it,"

So you did. You sat close together, inches apart as you made minor adjustments to the sketch, adding shading and highlights as Miguel admired the process, watching the drawing come to life. His eyes dart between you and the finished sketch of you on the page, a sweet, sincere smile spreading across his lips. "Hermosa," (beautiful) he whispers. "I'm gonna frame it."

@sunshiines-stuff @queerponcho @selfryed

[lollipop1141]

Last Snow

so this is a collab made with @elfchensdcartblog for the Valentine's and White Day event at @heizuhaevents! And since it's still March 14 on my side of the world, it's not late lmaoo

This was so fun writing from Heiji's POV on what to gift Kazuha on White Day, and tbh it's totally a Heiji move to let someone else make the effort for him. Or in this case, Mother Nature.

Well, enjoy!

...

Heiji knew about White Day. He wasn't stupid. But the alarm was stupid because White Day was today and he had totally forgotten about it. Not that he was worried. He could gift her some white candy that he'd been giving her every year. Plus, he had a backup plan.

Except there was one huge problem. She had baked him a cake. A frikkin cake.

How was he gonna top that?!

Heiji was used to receiving chocolates from girls, but this was the first time he had received a cake for Valentine’s Day. And it was from Kazuha of all people. So now he only had less than 24 hours to figure out what to gift back to her, but apparently, this was the day his brain decided to fail him and draw up a blank like A4 paper. 

Forget the candy. He should buy her a house. Or a diamond ring. The diamonds were white.

He voiced his idea to Kudo, but much to his chagrin, the detective of the East drawled, "Why not just buy a wedding dress while you're at it? Cuz it sounds like you want to marry her instead."

"Ma–who's getting married, ahou!" Heiji shouted. "I ain't marrying anybody!" He paused. And then added with a mumble, "not yet anyway."

But the idea was planted in his brain and Heiji knew the image of Kazuha in a traditional white wedding kimono was never going away. Damn him.

"C’mon, help me out here," Heiji pleaded as he grabbed a white box that he had randomly stuffed in his drawer and dumped it in his bag. "You're the expert here, aren't you? After all, you and Nee-chan are already smooched."

"Shut up! We didn't smooch!"

"Conan-kun, what do you mean by that?" Ran's scandalized voice came from the side and Heiji quickly cut off the call to save himself from second-hand embarrassment. As much as he loved teasing his best friend, he had his hands full dealing with his feelings for his other best friend. 

Just as he was about to search for diamond rings online and prepare himself for a big dent in his allowance, a message popped up.

[I heard it's supposed to snow for the last time at Lake Chuzenji.]

"Alright! Great going, Kudo!" Heiji cheered. Just then, he heard the familiar ring of her voice coming from the living room. Swallowing the nervous feeling blocking his throat, Heiji grabbed his schoolbag and casually greeted Kazuha as he got downstairs. Her eyes lit up as she greeted him back, owing to another squeeze in his heart. 

"You're strangely on time," Kazuha said with bemusement.

"Didn't wanna write a report today of all days," Heiji said as he put on his thick jacket. 

Kazuha perked up, and a light blush dusted her cheeks. "Was there something special about today?"

Heiji hummed nonchalantly. "Was there?" 

It didn't escape his notice that Kazuha's expectant face fell into disappointment, and right now, he was internally kicking himself for making her feel that way, but he reminded himself that this was all going to give way to a much bigger plan. And so like true Heiji-fashion, he boorishly talked about his latest case to cover up his messy feelings inside. 

They rode on his motorcycle, but Heiji didn't take the left to go to school. Instead, he went straight ahead, much to Kazuha's confusion. "Heiji, where are you going? School's the other way!" 

Heiji didn't reply–just grinned and sped up, making her yelp and cling to him a little tighter. Once they arrived at the station, Heiji felt as though he could run a mile whereas Kazuha was mad and ranting. "Do you realize that this is a school day? Why'd you bring us here?"

Heiji rolled his eyes. "So I just wanna skip. Big deal. We do this all the time."

"No, you do this all the time and drag me with you," Kazuha said with a huff. 

"But you don't hate it," Heiji grinned. She glanced at him and looked away, but her small smile was all it took for him to know. They headed towards the train station. 

"Don't blame me if you get held back a year."

"Ahou, I'm the best in the school. I should be skipping grades."

Kazuha raised an eyebrow. "Well, why didn't you?"

Foot meet mouth. No way was he going to tell her that the reason was that he wanted to slack off (hence the freedom to ditch school anytime he wanted), and that he wanted to be in the same class as her. So he just shrugged. 

"Well, I'll just inform the teacher that you got caught up in another case again," Kazuha said with a wave.

Heiji's eyes widened. This wasn't how he wanted it to go. In a panic, he grabbed her hand and said frantically, "Don't go. You–you gotta come with me."

An eyebrow was raised. "And why is that?"

"Cuz–I…uhh," Heiji wracked his brain. "I forgot my charm at home."

There was a pause. And then, "AHOU! How could you forget something so important?"

"Say it louder, I don't think the people in Tokyo can hear you," Heiji said sarcastically.  Kazuha ignored him and continued chewing his ear off, ranting about how terrible his luck was, it'd bring an earthquake. The detective relaxed and let her drag him on the train. He didn't know how to deal with weird and awkward feelings with her. But a fiery, overprotective childhood friend, he knew like the back of his hand.

Spending a day alone with Kazuha, he thought it would be the same old routine. But as they bought snacks and played card games to pass the time, Heiji couldn't help but feel like this was a date. Especially when he knew the purpose of this trip. And as Kazuha fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder, Heiji wished moments like these could last forever.

They arrived at the small village where pink cherry blossoms fluttered around them like small butterflies. The red torii gate stood grandly against the backdrop of a crystal blue lake. There were people milling about, buying dango on the roadside and other souvenirs or praying at the temple.

“Heiji, it’s beautiful,” Kazuha said in delight as she gazed at the open waters. Heiji glanced down at her and smiled with a hum of agreement. She continued, “Is this what you wanted to see? A lake?”

“It’s lake Chuzenji. But it’s not what I want to show you,” Heiji mumbled. Before Kazuha could inquire, he abruptly took her hand and said loudly, “Look, since we’re here, we might as well enjoy the sights.” Not daring to look at her face, Heiji dragged her to a shop selling windchimes and wooden plaques. Crap, I’m holding her hand. Is this okay? Is this too forward?

But then Kazuha adjusted her grip, slipping her fingers in between his, and gave a light squeeze. Heiji’s heart skipped a beat. His cheeks were burning and wow somebody drown him in the lake because he was totally on fire right now. Swallowing, he gave a squeeze back. Kazuha beamed at him and yeah, he was definitely not going to last til snowfall if a simple handholding sends him reeling. But as she led the way and chatted with the store owner, Heiji felt a sense of calm settle in. And so he relaxed and enjoyed the last hints of winter melting away to spring.

…

The day was going great, Kazuha was having fun, and the snow would fall in a few hours. They were in a cafe at one of the onsen resorts, and the waitress had the audacity to assume. 

"So green tea for you, and strawberry cheesecake for your girlfriend, right?" The waitress said with a grin.

Heiji stuttered, "She–she's not my girlfriend!"

"We aren't dating," Kazuha said softly, albeit with a hint of disappointment. She added quickly, "I think of him as a younger brother."

Heiji glared. That joke was getting old. "Ahou, who are you calling younger brother."

"Hey, I was born first," Kazuha retorted. 

The waitress just raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Heiji. The detective quickly looked away, staring at the wall like it was the most interesting work of art. She snorted and bowed before leaving to get their orders.

But of course. Of course, there would be a case in one of Japan’s peaceful villages. And of course, Heiji couldn’t leave it alone.

He noticed the anxious looks of the staff. It didn’t take long for him to hear the words ‘dead’ and ‘murder’ in the same sentence. But he was here with Kazuha. He couldn’t leave her alone.

“You can go.”

Heiji froze. Kazuha gave him that small, understanding smile. The one he knew she didn’t want him to go but she had no choice. “You’ve done enough for me, Heiji. Go ahead and solve it. I can get home on my own.”

Well, ain’t that annoying. A little ticked off, Heiji slapped his palm on the table, making her jump. He declared, “Ahou, this day ain’t done yet. So sit your ass back down until I come back.”

And with a twist of his hat, Heiji rushed out of the cafe.

…

Heiji solved the case. Big deal. Right now, he had somewhere to be rather than bask in the praises of the people he helped. It took longer than expected and the snow could fall any minute!

He rushed back to the cafe, only to be greeted by his bag on an empty seat. His heart sank, only to rise up in anger. How dare she ditch him! He knew that waiting around was boring, but he did ask her to stay put. (Albeit not that nicely.) Just as he was about to call her, a familiar voice squeaked in embarrassment.

"W-wait, I'm not ready!"

And Kazuha stumbled out in a white kimono with large crane patterns on the edge of her robes. She had light makeup on and her hair was put up into a bun with flower ornaments tinkling every time she moved.

Heiji stared at her, awestruck. He knew his childhood friend was beautiful, but seeing her in white made him speechless. 

"Don't look! It wasn't my choice–Ume-san made me put it on," Kazuha said defensively, covering her face. "I'm gonna go change."

"No!" Heiji blurted out. Realizing he had grabbed her sleeve, he dropped it like a sack of hot potatoes. Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled, "Don’t change. You look nice."

Suddenly, the waitress came out of the room, protesting, "Dear customer, your hair ornaments are incomplete. Please come back to the room–"

Heiji put up a hand, silencing her, and said quietly, "I got this." 

And to both the girls' puzzlement, Heiji went to his bag, dug around for a bit, and then pulled out the small white box.

It was a well-known fact that Heiji was one of the smartest high school detectives in Japan. He was at the top of his school and dominated in kendo competitions. But a lesser-known fact was that Heiji was a coward and a little dense when it came to his own feelings. But they were there, buried underneath all the passion for mystery-solving. As was attested by the gift he bought way back in middle school when Kazuha first gave him homemade chocolate. 

With flushed cheeks, he handed it to Kazuha. Her eyes widened as she opened the box.

Nestled inside was a kanzashi pin of white cherry blossoms that sparkled when it hit the light. Kazuha held it out to him. Heiji’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before it dawned on him that she wanted him to put it in her hair. With shaking hands at the intimate moment, Heiji gently put the pin in her hairdo, hoping he won’t mess up and snag a hair. Firmly placed on her head, Kazuha took a step back, taking his breath along with her.

"Heiji," Kazuha's eyes glittered like pretty dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you."

Stay still, my heart. "Ah, no problem."

The waitress cleared her throat, making the teens jump. They'd forgotten she was there. "Dear customers, I'd like to remind you that a special event will happen in a few minutes. So it's best if you head to the lake now."

"Oh crap! We don't have time!" 

And thus, Heiji promptly dragged Kazuha to the lake.

...

The lake was still in the chilly, spring air. Small ripples danced from the fishes swimming in its clear waters and the cherry blossoms from the shore. The sound of traffic faded away, replaced by two sets of footsteps echoing down the floating walkway. 

“Heiji, it’s freezing,” Kazuha said, her arms wrapped around herself.

“Just wait,” Heiji said excitedly as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He looked up and his smile grew wider. He looked back down at Kazuha and said breathlessly, “Happy White Day. I didn’t know what to gift you, so mother nature lent a hand.”

Snowflakes fell down softly and quietly like the last breath of winter. Standing in the middle of the lake with Kazuha smiling brightly up at the skies, Heiji couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming love for her. A surge of warmth filled him and he reached out to touch her cheek. 

She jumped. And then said with a laugh, “Your fingers are freezing cold.”

Heiji just shrugged and cupped the side of her face. Kazuha’s smile faded and her eyes fluttered close. Her dark lashes were a stark contrast to the white snowflakes that fell on them, and Heiji felt a strange urge to count each strand.

“If you don’t kiss me now, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

With a laugh, Heiji leaned down and claimed her lips.

----fin.----

Bruhh it's been so long since I wrote a heizuha fic so this was real fun to do XD welp, I hope you guys liked it!

Thanks for reading! See ya'll next time!

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, Kanaya Maryam

Act 5, page 2567

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FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 599 HOURS FROM NOW opened memo on board TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY.

FCG: FINE THEN.

FCG: SINCE PAST ME JUST BANNED CURRENT ME FROM THE PRECEDING MEMO

FCG: AND DOESN'T APPEAR TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MY FUTURE WISDOM, AS USUAL

FCG: LOOKS LIKE I'LL JUST HAVE TO START ANOTHER MEMO FROM SCRATCH.

FCG: HEY PAST ME, GO HAVE A BLAST KILLING THE KING, I'M SURE IT WILL BE AWESOME.

FCG: IN FACT, IT WAS AWESOME. BANG UP JOB WITH THAT, DUDE!

FCG: TOO BAD IT WAS ALL A HUGE WASTE OF TIME.

FCG: OH, WHAT'S THAT, PASTHOLE? YOU DIDN'T READ THIS AND FIGURE THAT OUT AHEAD OF TIME?

FCG: OR MAYBE YOU JUST SKIMMED THIS AND IT DIDN'T GET THROUGH YOUR THICK BULGE???

FCG: WHAT A SHOCK!

FCG: MEMO-WITHIN-MEMO TO PRESENT SELF: PUT FORTH A MORE CONCERTED EFFORT TO IMPRESS UPON EVERYONE IN THE PAST, MYSELF INCLUDED, WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING IDIOTS THEY ALL ARE.

FCG: I AM LEARNING A VALUABLE LESSON TODAY!

FCG: IT TURNS OUT YOU CAN'T ALTER THE OUTCOME OF DECISIONS MADE BY MORONS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU YELL AT THEM.

FCG: ALL YOU CAN REALLY DO IS GIVE THEM A HARD TIME AND TRY TO MAKE THEIR LIVES JUST A LITTLE MORE MISERABLE.

FCG: WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A MORE NOBLE PURSUIT THAN CHANGING DESTINY FOR THE BETTER ANYWAY, FRANKLY.

FCG: LOSERS SHOULD BE FORCED TO FACE THE MUSIC, EVEN FOR THE MISTAKES THEY HAVEN'T MADE YET.

FCG: THEIR PUNISHMENT IS BEING ALLOWED TO MAKE THE MISTAKE IN THE FIRST PLACE. TALK ABOUT POETIC JUSTICE!

FCG: AND THEN GETTING SOUNDLY BERATED BEFORE, DURING, AND AFTER THE MISTAKES ARE BEING MADE IS JUST THE MUCUS ON THE GRUBLOAF.

FCG: THE SWEET, TANGY MUCUS.

FCG: THIS IS DUMB.

FCG: WHY DID I EVER THINK THESE MEMOS WERE GOING TO BE A GOOD IDEA.

FCG: NOBODY CARES

FCG: I MEAN

FCG: NOBODY'S EVEN TROLLING ME ANYMORE.

FCG: AND I'M LEAVING MYSELF WIDE OPEN TOO, SAYING SOME PRETTY DUMB THINGS HERE.

FCG: I GUESS MAYBE I WROTE TOO MANY.

FCG: AND FILLED TOO MANY OF THEM WITH LONG ARGUMENTS WITH MYSELF.

FCG: NO ONE'S GOING TO READ THROUGH ALL THIS, ALL THE VALUABLE INFORMATION IS JUST GETTING LOST IN THE YELLING.

FCG: YOU STUPID STUPID IDIOT.

FCG: OH FUCK YOU, WHY'D YOU EVEN START ANOTHER MEMO THEN??

FCG: I GUESS

FCG: THERE ARE A COUPLE THINGS I WANT TO GET OFF MY CHEST, OK?

FCG: OH GOD, NOW I'M ARGUING WITH CURRENT ME.

FCG: I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE I WAS DOING IT, THIS IS REALLY FUCKED UP.

FCG: I'VE GOT TO PULL IT TOGETHER.

FCG: THINK BACK TO WHAT WE MIGHT HAVE DONE WRONG.

FCG: BUT THE THING IS

FCG: AS MUCH AS OUR PAST SELVES ARE A BUNCH OF STUBBORN UNLISTENING ASSHOLES

FCG: I CAN'T EVEN REALLY IDENTIFY ANY MISTAKES WE MADE.

FCG: IT WAS ALL PRETTY MUCH LIKE CLOCKWORK.

FCG: A 600 HOUR CAMPAIGN TO COMPLETE A GAME LIKE THIS IS PRETTY GOOD IF YOU ASK ME.

FCG: AND I HAVE ASKED ME.

FCG: IT TURNS OUT ME AGREES.

FCG: I CAN'T SHAKE THE FEELING SOMEONE ELSE MUST BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS.

FCG: IT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE IT WAS SOMETHING THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN IN OUR SESSION.

FCG: SOLLUX HAS THE SAME INTUITION ABOUT IT AS ME, HE THINKS THERE'S SOMETHING FII2HY ABOUT IT.

FCG: IT'S REALLY INSUFFERABLE THE WAY HER FISH PUNS HAVE RUBBED OFF ON HIM, IT KIND OF MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT.

FCG: ANYWAY

FCG: HE SAYS HE'S WORKING ON TRACING THE ORIGIN OF THIS DISASTER.

FCG: IF I FIND OUT WHO'S RESPONSIBLE

FCG: I WILL

FCG: I DON'T EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT NOW.

FCG: WASTE OF GOOD FRESH RAGE.

FCG: I'M A LITTLE TIRED OF ALL THE OLD THINGS I'VE BEEN ANGRY ABOUT.

FCG: IT'S GOTTEN SO STALE.

FCG: IN A WEIRD WAY I'M SORT OF LOOKING FORWARD TO HAVING SOMETHING NEW TO BE PISSED OFF ABOUT.

FCG: IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE TO LIVE FOR NOW ANYWAY.

FCG: SO I'M KEEPING MY PRONGS CROSSED.

FCG: IT WILL BE LIKE FUCKING 12TH PERIGEE'S EVE UP IN HERE.

FCG: LAST SWEEP'S EVE WAS PROBABLY THE LAST HAPPY MEMORY I HAVE IN FACT.

FCG: WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO FOR THE LAST HOLIDAY?

FCG: ANYONE?

FCG: I REMEMBER MY LUSUS HAD BEEN GONE FOR DAYS AND I WAS STARTING TO GET WORRIED.

FCG: BUT THEN HE FINALLY RETURNED, TRIUMPHANT.

FCG: HE BROUGHT THE FRESH BEHEMOTH LEAVING INTO OUR HIVE, AND TOGETHER WE DECORATED IT.

FCG: AND

FCG: I DUNNO

FCG: THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY, I'M GETTING A LUMP IN MY SQUAWK BLISTER.

FCG: I GUESS I'M DONE.

FCG: I'M GOING TO LIE DOWN NOW

FCG: ON THE STEEL FLOOR OF THIS FRIGID METEOR DRIFTING THROUGH THE BLACK UNCARING VOID OF OUR NULL SESSION.

FCG: NULL, KIND OF LIKE THIS MEMO I GUESS.

FCG: LATER.

CURRENT grimAuxiliatrix [CGA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.

CGA: I Dont Think We Did Anything Special

FCG: WHOA, HEY

FCG: WHAT?

CGA: Last 12th

CGA: We Stayed In

CGA: And I Read Stories To Her It Was Nice

FCG: OH

FCG: THAT'S COOL.

FCG: THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE RESPONDED TO A MEMO THAT I CAN RECALL.

FCG: YOU TOOK IT RIGHT DOWN TO THE WIRE. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CLOSE THIS THING.

CGA: Yeah I Know

CGA: I Wasnt Sure If I Was Going To

CGA: But Then I Noticed A Conversation In Which I Was A Participant

CGA: Which As It Turns Out Is The Conversation Taking Place Now

CGA: I Scanned It Briefly And Then Perused Other Memos For My Presence

CGA: I Found None And Returned To This One

CGA: But My Part Of The Conversation Was Gone

CGA: I Regarded This As A Prompt To Begin Typing And Record My Contributions Live

CGA: That Is How This Works Isnt It

FCG: PRETTY MUCH.

FCG: FOR A WHILE IT WAS FRUSTRATING.

FCG: WHEN I DISCOVERED THE FEATURE I KIND OF BREEZED THROUGH ALL MY FUTURE MEMOS, NOT REALLY READING ALL OF THEM CAREFULLY OR THOROUGHLY.

FCG: THEN I LOOKED AT IT AGAIN, AND THE WHOLE BOARD WAS GONE.

FCG: BECAUSE IT WAS TIME TO MAKE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO I DID.

FCG: AND THEN I KEPT MAKING MEMOS WITH ONLY FOGGY RECOLLECTIONS OF WHAT THEY CONTAINED.

FCG: WHILE ALL THESE OTHER CHUMPS FROM DIFFERENT TIMES KEPT GIVING ME SHIT.

FCG: INCLUDING MYSELF.

FCG: BUT IT WAS ALL GOOD, BECAUSE AS I EVENTUALLY BECAME MY OWN FUTURE SELVES, AND GOT TO BE ON THE OTHER SIDES OF THOSE CONVERSATIONS.

FCG: AND COULD DO MY PAST SELVES THE SERVICE OF INFORMING THEM HOW STUPID THEY WERE BEING.

FCG: I STOPPED BOTHERING TRYING TO REMEMBER HOW ANY OF THESE MEMOS WENT.

FCG: HONESTLY THE LAST FEW WEEKS HAVE BEEN A BLUR TO ME, JUST NON STOP YELLING AT MYSELF, HAGGLING WITH PAST AND FUTURE KNUCKLEHEADS, KILLING MONSTERS AND SOLVING PUZZLES, CYCLING THROUGH ALL THE GATES AND PLANETS LIKE A HUNDRED TIMES, ZIGZAGGING DOWN TO THE BATTLEFIELD, OUT TO THE VEIL, OVER TO PROSPIT, BACK TO DERSE, AND ON AND ON AND ON LIKE THAT UNTIL WE THOUGHT WE WON.

FCG: BUT WE DIDN'T WIN. WE LOST.

FCG: WE LOST AS HARD AS FAT GUYS FALL.

CGA: What Exactly Happened

FCG: DID YOU READ THE MEMO JUST BEFORE THIS?

CGA: No

FCG: GIVE IT A READ, I'M DONE RANTING ABOUT ALL THAT FOR NOW.

CGA: Alright

CGA: In A Moment

FCG: BUT YEAH, THAT'S HOW TROLLIAN'S TIMELINE STUFF WORKS. YOU'LL GET USED TO IT.

FCG: OR NOT! SINCE APPARENTLY THIS IS YOUR ONLY MEMO REPLY. YOU WERE PRETTY SHREWD IN SIDESTEPPING THIS WHOLE CLUSTERFUCK.

CGA: It Seems Like A Logical Way To Engineer A System Wherein One Simultaneously Functions As The Reader And Author Of The Transcripts

CGA: Its Temporally Sound Construction

FCG: THEN YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS SO.

FCG: HELL YOU PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER MAID OF TIME THAN THE ONE WE WERE STUCK WITH.

FCG: SHE'S COMPLETELY SHITHIVE MAGGOTS, DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED.

CGA: I Think We Are Given Roles To Challenge Us

CGA: That Dont Necessarily Suit Our Strengths

CGA: At Least I Was

CGA: I Have No Idea What Im Doing Here

FCG: SURE YOU DO.

FCG: OR, YOU WILL. TRUST ME YOU'LL DO FINE.

FCG: SO WHAT PROMPTED YOU TO RESPOND ANYWAY.

FCG: I MEAN ASIDE FROM BEING STRONGARMED BY CONVERSATIONAL PREDESTINATION.

CGA: Oh

CGA: At This Point Im Not Even Sure If Im Inclined To Ask Anymore

FCG: YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE A CHOICE.

FCG: DO YOU REMEMBER IF THIS MEMO WAS MUCH LONGER THAN THIS?

CGA: Um

CGA: There Is A Good Way To Go I Think Yeah

FCG: THEN MIGHT AS WELL SPIT IT OUT.

CGA: Its Such A Silly Question

FCG: RED OR BLACK?

CGA: What

FCG: YOUR PROBLEM, DOES IT PERTAIN TO REDROM OR BLACKROM INTERESTS?

CGA: Thats Not What This Is About

FCG: COME ON. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN USING THESE MEMOS TO SIFT THROUGH THEIR ROMANTIC PROBLEMS FOR WEEKS, I AM A FUCKING VETERAN AT THIS SHIT BY NOW.

FCG: SERIOUSLY, I DON'T MIND, IT'LL BE A WELCOME REPRIEVE FROM SHOUTING AT MYSELF.

CGA: Im Not Sure What To Say About It

FCG: DIDN'T YOU AT LEAST GET A SENSE OF WHAT THIS CONVERSATION WAS ABOUT WHEN YOU SKIMMED IT?

CGA: Not Really

CGA: If I Were Thinking About It I Probably Wouldnt Have Wanted To Anyway

CGA: Dont You Think Its Better To Have Unrehearsed Conversations

CGA: Even If The Subject Matter Is Awkward

FCG: YES I COMPLETELY AGREE.

FCG: IT'S GOOD YOU DIDN'T READ IT. WE CAN AVOID THE SORT OF VERBAL SLAPSTICK ROUTINES I'M SICK TO FUCKING DEATH OF BY NOW.

FCG: I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE BEING ALL COY AND TELLING ME WHAT WE'RE ABOUT TO SAY BEFORE WE SAY IT, AND THEN WE WIND UP FUCKING SAYING IT ANYWAY.

FCG: AND THEN WE PROVE TO THE INVISIBLE RIDDLER THAT IS FATHER TIME BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING IDIOTS WE ALL ARE.

FCG: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW OLD THAT GETS AFTER A WHILE?

FCG: SO REALLY, TELL ME.

FCG: I KNOW IT'S ON YOUR MIND, I GOT A SENSE FOR THESE THINGS.

FCG: R OR B???

CGA: Ok

CGA: Red Then

CGA: But I Guess

CGA: Not Really Red Enough

FCG: HAHA, WELL ISN'T THAT ALWAYS THE CASE?

FCG: STORY AS OLD AS TIME.

FCG: EVEN IN PLACES WHERE STRICTLY SPEAKING TIME DIDN'T EXIST UNTIL RECENTLY.

FCG: WHO'S THE TARGET OF THESE FLUSHED LEANINGS?

FCG: IF YOU DON'T MIND MY ASKING.

CGA: Its Not The Asking I Mind

CGA: Its The Telling

CGA: In A Public Forum

FCG: I DON'T THINK ANYONE'S READING.

FCG: DID YOU NOTICE ANYONE ELSE JOIN IN LATER?

CGA: No

CGA: It Appeared To Be Just The Two Of Us

FCG: SEE

FCG: NOBODY CARES ENOUGH TO BOTHER.

CGA: I Dont Know Whether Thats Reassuring

CGA: Or Just A Bit Disheartening

FCG: WELL I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT.

FCG: THEIR DISINTEREST IS MORE A REFLECTION ON ME THAN YOU.

CGA: Disinterest Is The Operative Concept Here

CGA: Shes Not Even Responding To My Messages Anymore

CGA: Could Be Busy

CGA: But Im Rapidly Approaching A Resolution To Discard The Preposterous Infatuation

FCG: SHE? WELL I GUESS THAT NARROWS IT DOWN SOMEWHAT.

CGA: Shit

FCG: IF I THINK BACK ON EVENTS KNOWING THIS I COULD PROBABLY PIECE IT TOGETHER...

CGA: How About

CGA: If I Agree To Consult With You About It In Private

CGA: We Can Drop It Here

CGA: Before You Crack Me Like A Vault

CGA: With Your Weird Romance Sleuthing Acumen

FCG: ALRIGHT, DEAL.

CGA: It Still Puzzles Me That You Are So Versed In The Topic

CGA: Do You Have Access To A Manual Archived On A Remote Server Somewhere

FCG: WHAT

FCG: NO OF COURSE NOT.

FCG: I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW ALL THAT MUCH.

FCG: I JUST KNOW THIS STUFF WILL DRIVE YOU SHITHIVE MAGGOTS IF YOU DON'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO DEAL WITH IT.

CGA: That Figure Of Speech You Keep Using Puzzles Me Too

FCG: LIKE

FCG: NOT THAT I EXPECT YOU TO GIVE A SHIT BUT PERSONALLY I AM ALL TWISTED UP ABOUT BLACKROM STUFF ESPECIALLY.

FCG: HONESTLY I DON'T THINK I WAS CUT OUT TO HAVE A KISMESIS, I THINK MY STANDARDS ARE WAY TOO HIGH.

FCG: DID YOU KNOW THAT...

FCG: THIS FEELS SO INSANE TO ADMIT, BUT

FCG: OVER THE COURSE OF THIS ADVENTURE, AT TIMES I ACTUALLY BEGAN TO SUSPECT I WAS MY OWN KISMESIS.

FCG: HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT???

CGA: Im Not Qualified To Say

CGA: Neither Romance Nor Psychology Are My Strong Suits

FCG: BUT OBVIOUSLY ITS NOT TRUE, I NEVER EVEN DID ANY LEGIT TIME TRAVELING WHERE I COULD MEET MYSELF, I JUST BICKERED WITH PAST AND FUTURE GHOSTS ON A CHAT CLIENT.

FCG: FITTING REALLY. EVERY CALIGINOUS ADVERSARY I'VE CONTEMPLATED HAS ELUDED ME LIKE A PHANTOM, EVEN MYSELF!

FCG: WHATEVER, I'M DONE WITH IT.

CGA: And What Of Scarlet Ambitions

CGA: Fare Any Better In That Quadrant

FCG: NO NO NO I'M NOT AIRING THAT SHIT OUT HERE.

FCG: MAYBE PRIVATELY.

FCG: IT'S PRIVATE.

FCG: LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT, WHAT WERE YOU ORIGINALLY GOING TO ASK ME.

CGA: Oh Fine

CGA: Heres This Silly Question For You

CGA: I Was Just Wondering Given Your Vantage Of Hindsight

CGA: If Youd Had Cause To Observe At Any Point In Time

CGA: Magic

FCG: UH...

CGA: Like Real Magic

CGA: I Guess What Im Asking Is

CGA: Is Magic A Real Thing

FCG: WOW, YOU'RE RIGHT, THAT'S KIND OF THE DUMBEST FUCKING QUESTION I'VE EVER HEARD.

CGA: I Know

CGA: Its Just That I Have A Good Reason To Believe Magic Is Real

CGA: Our Ancient Predecessors Discovered How To Use It

CGA: But Then They May Have Surpassed Us In Skill By A Great Deal

FCG: YOU PUT WAY TOO MUCH STOCK IN THAT RATTY OLD GUIDE.

FCG: BUT ANYWAY NO, WE NEVER USED MAGIC.

FCG: I MEAN, LET ME TRY TO PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE HOW RIDICULOUS THE WHOLE NOTION IS ANYWAY.

FCG: WE CAN ALCHEMIZE PRACTICALLY ANYTHING WITH THE RIGHT MATERIALS AND GRIST.

FCG: WE CAN, AND DID, MAKE SUPER POWERFUL WEAPONS AND ITEMS THAT CAN DO PRACTICALLY ANYTHING.

FCG: WHAT ADDITIONAL ADVANTAGE COULD MAGIC OFFER? ALL THIS SHIT IS PRACTICALLY MAGIC ANYWAY.

FCG: BUT MORE LIKE

FCG: GOOFY SCIENCEY MAGIC. YOU KNOW?

CGA: Sure

FCG: BUT EVERYTHING HERE IS KIND OF MAGIC IN A WAY, ISN'T IT.

FCG: FORTUNE TELLING DREAM CLOUDS AND GOLDEN MOONS AND SHIT.

FCG: IF YOU LOOK AROUND

FCG: THERE'S MAGIC EVERYWHERE IN THIS BITCH.

FCG: IT'S ALL AROUND US.

FCG: MOTHER FUCKIN MIRACLES, RIGHT?

CGA: Heh

FCG: WHAT DO YOU NEED MAGIC FOR ANYWAY?

CGA: Im Running Out Of Ideas

CGA: I Need To Figure Out A Way To Stoke This Volcano

CGA: In Case You And The Others Are Successful In Recovering The Queens Ring

FCG: YOU'LL FIGURE IT OUT.

FCG: AND YOU WON'T NEED MAGIC, TRUST ME.

FCG: JUST BE PATIENT, THE ANSWER WILL COME TO YOU SOMEHOW.

CGA: I Guess You Would Know

FCG: YEAH, REALLY THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

FCG: AT LEAST AS FAR AS THE DETAILS OF THE ADVENTURE GO.

FCG: WE WERE ALL PRETTY AWESOME AT THIS GAME.

FCG: REALLY AWESOME IN FACT.

FCG: UNTIL A LITTLE WHILE AGO.

FCG: WHEN IT TURNED OUT WE WEREN'T ACTUALLY ALL THAT AWESOME.

FCG: TURNS OUT WE WERE PRETTY FUCKING UNAWESOME ALL ALONG.

CGA: Still Baffled By What Would Conceivably Cause Such A Crisis In Awesomeness Post-Victory

FCG: WELL

FCG: FOR STARTERS

FCG: HAVE YOU SCROLLED UP TO THE TOP OF THE TIMELINES YET?

CGA: No

FCG: CHECK THAT OUT

FCG: MAYBE READ A FEW RECENT MEMOS

FCG: BUT OTHER THAN THAT IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO CONCERN YOURSELF WITH.

FCG: JUST DEAL WITH GETTING THROUGH THE QUEST.

FCG: I'LL CATCH UP WITH YOU ABOUT IT WHEN YOU CATCH UP WITH ME ON THE TIMELINE.

FCG: WHICH JUST HAPPENS TO BE RIGHT NOW.

CGA: Say Hi To Me For Myself

FCG: OK I PROBABLY WON'T DO THAT, BUT ALRIGHT HA HA.

FCG: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE ANYWAY?

CGA: You Mean Future Me

FCG: YEAH.

FCG: YOU'RE MESSING AROUND WITH YOUR CHAINSAW.

FCG: WHILE TAVROS IS SLEEPING ON THE FLOOR.

FCG: OH GOD.

FCG: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING???????

CGA: What

CGA: What Did I Do

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist 2 [FCG2] 600 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG2: OK.

FCG2: EVERYTHING'S FINE I GUESS.

CGA: What Happened

FCG2: I PASSED OUT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR.

FCG2: FUCKING EMBARRASSING.

FCG2: YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND, YOU KNOW.

CGA: Shithive Maggots You Mean

FCG2: YEAH

FCG2: IN A GOOD WAY THOUGH.

FCG2: OK I'M SHUTTING THIS MEMO DOWN FOR MY PAST SELF.

FCG2: SINCE HE'S CURRENTLY LYING UNCONSCIOUS ON THE FLOOR AN HOUR AGO.

FCG2: SEE YOU IN THE FUTURE-NOW.

CGA: Til Then

FCG2 banned CGA from responding to memo.

FCG2 banned FCG from responding to memo.

FCG2 closed memo.

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