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fandomlit · 4 years

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sunshine (percy jackson x reader)

requested by anon “Hey, just found you today! I was wondering if you might do a Percy x reader? Something fluffy and the reader is an artsy, music loving, child of Apollo? Percy sees her and suddenly has a new found interest in pottery or drawing or something. His friends (the seven + Nico, Will, and Reyna) notice he’s spending a lot of time at the arts center and call him out/convince him to ask her out. That kind of seems like a lot so no pressure but thank you anyway!”

summary the seven and friends are sick and tired of seeing you and percy tiptoe around your feelings, and decide to push you two together the best they can.

a/n this is super long and im not sorry in the least,, keep those requests coming y’all !!!

gif cred belongs to @pydiasterek

“has anyone seen percy?” hazel asked, walking up to her friends with frank trailing behind her. “he said we’d be able to spar after lunch, but he didn’t even come to lunch.”

“probably at the arts center,” annabeth said, smirking to herself as she flipped the page of her book.

“arts center?” hazel repeated, furrowing her brow. “since when has percy been interested in the arts?”

“since he caught sight of y/n l/n,” jason snickered, his friends joining his chuckles.

“who’s that?” frank asked.

“apollo girl,” leo said, wiggling his eyebrows as the two romans joined their friends under the tree were lounging under. “she’s super talented. percy walked by the arts center and legitimately did a double-take when he saw her. i didn’t know people actually did that.”

“are they dating?” hazel asked innocently.

“of course not,” reyna said, not looking up from where she was shining her sword.

“well, why not?” hazel asked, looking around at her friends.

they all looked around, no one seeming to have an answer.

“maybe we should help them,” piper suggested. they all looked to the aphrodite child, who began to smirk. “you know, push ‘em together a bit. couldn’t hurt.”

and that’s how it started.

“hey, percy!” jason called out. the sea demigod had just entered the arena. jason waved his friend over to him. “you up for some sparring?”

“sure thing!” percy called back, heading toward him. as he approached, he caught sight of you spinning a spear near where jason was waiting. he watched you swing toward leo, who immediately whimpered and cowered. you giggled.

“ready?” jason asked. percy’s gaze snapped back to him.

“yeah,” he said, nodding. they both got into their stances before charging at each other. as they sparred, percy glanced back every now and again to watch you and leo fight, you easily overpowering the hephaestus child. one of those times percy glanced over his shoulder, jason took the opportunity to catch him off guard, making percy stumble as he countered and fall back. but before he could hit the ground, something hard dug into his back.

he opened his eyes to see you standing over him with a smirk. “well, hello, water boy,” you said, shaking your head. percy offered you a sheepish smile. he realized it was the butt of your spear digging into his back, holding him up.

“uh... hi,” he breathed. you giggled, pushing your spear forward to held stand him up straight. he turned to you with an embarrassed smile as you leaned against your weapon. “good catch.”

“thanks,” you hummed. “maybe you should stick to swimming, water boy.”

“maybe you should stick to singing, sunshine,” percy retorted, crossing his arms. you let out a scoff, followed by a laugh.

“sunshine?” you repeated. “now that’s just lazy.”

“and water boy isn’t?” he retorted. jason and leo shared looks as you two continued to tease each other, slowly moving away to leave you two alone. they weren’t surprised when they found out nothing ended up happening.

the next day, annabeth invited you to join them around the campfire after dinner, hoping to at least get you and percy to realize the other’s feelings. when you arrived, they all greeted you warmly.

“who invited you, sunshine?” percy joked as you took the seat next to him on one of the seating logs surrounding the fire.

“someone who doesn’t think of such lazy nicknames, merman,” you tutted, shaking your head. he scoffed as you winked at annabeth.

you all talked for the longest while, telling stories and jokes and enjoying each other’s company. while you two may have not noticed, the rest of the group noticed that you and percy had gravitated closer together during the time you two sat around the fire, your thighs almost pressed completely together after just an hour.

“im gonna call it a night,” will yawned, standing and stretching. nico had slung his jacket over the boy’s shoulders a while ago.

“that’s my cue, too,” nico sighed, standing after his boyfriend. will grabbed his hand with a smile before turning and pointing at you.

“don’t get back too late, missy,” he teased, winking at you.

“i know the rules, william,” you scoffed teasingly. he chuckled and the couple waved goodnight to the rest of the group. reyna, hazel, frank, and piper followed soon after. that left annabeth, jason, percy, and you around the fire.

“you’re not tired yet, water boy?” you hummed, looking over at percy.

“no,” he shrugged, looking down at you. “are you?”

you shrugged in return, stifling a yawn. “i won’t go to bed until you do.”

“that’s not a good rule to live by,” percy laughed.

“why not?” you grinned, quirking an eyebrow.

“well, you know how im great at a lot of things?”

“you are?”

“i am,” he confirmed in a soft tone that made you giggle. he grinned down at you. “but uh, the one thing im not very good at is sleeping.”

you hummed. “that’s tragic. maybe you should just sleep.”

“you know, i didn’t think of that.”

“i figured as much,” you tsked. neither of you noticed that annabeth and jason had snuck off, leaving you two to flirt and tease alone. the only evident product of success from that night was seeing you return percy’s sweatshirt the next morning. they took that as a small victory.

the kicker was when you were all playing a game of paranoia in jason’s cabin. you were all sat around in a circle on the cleared out floor when piper had sneakily proposed the game. you were all for it. to make sure they could manipulate the game to go their way, the group had separated you and percy. you rested your head in leo’s lap and draped your legs across jason. annabeth caught percy’s stare when you had first looked into leo’s eyes and grinned as you settled in.

“i’ll start,” piper proposed. she leaned over to whisper in nico’s ear. the boy considered, looking around the circle as piper leaned back with a smile.

“annabeth,” he answered. “for sure.” said girl flipped the coin she held. they all watched it land on heads.

“reveal!”

“the question was ‘who do you think would get away with murder’,” piper snickered.

“yeah, that’s about right.”

“i believe it.”

“honestly, she probably has already.” you all turned to the athena child in question. she shrugged easily.

“that’s a woman’s secret,” was all she said, making you all laugh. the game continued on and more laughs were shared. then, it was time for annabeth to whisper to percy.

“lay it on me,” percy sighed as annabeth leaned over, making you all chuckle. percy bit his lip as annabeth leaned away with a not-so-secretive smirk. he kept his gaze trained on the floor in front of him as he considered. he turned to annabeth and asked, “why is this so hard?” you all chuckled as she shrugged.

“gotta answer, though.”

he sighed, still not looking up as he answered, “y/n.”

you blinked in surprise as your friends erupted in whistles. you watched annabeth flip the coin and your heart dropped as it landed on tails.

“damn,” you muttered. they all laughed and you joined. “i really wanted to know!”

the game continued on until it was leo’s turn to whisper to you. you sat up so he could whisper quietly in your ear.

you shivered as he leaned away. “sorry, i got chills.” you laid back down as you considered and they laughed. you smiled to yourself before answering, “will.”

leo nodded. “flip.” the coin landed on heads.

“i asked who the hottest guy in the room was,” leo grinned.

“sun child vibes!” you exclaimed, throwing up peace signs as will cheered. “no? no one? okay.” you leaned forward to whisper to will as they laughed. percy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

the circle went around again, and when it was back to percy, he braced himself for a similar question to the one he received last time. he sighed as he leaned away from annabeth.

“i gotta go with y/n again,” he said, shaking his head.

“i didn’t know we were playing favorites,” jason scoffed, making you all laugh.

“what can i say, sparky?” you sighed dramatically. “you’ve been replaced.” jason placed an offended hand on his heart as you turned to annabeth. “flip, please.”

percy wanted to walk into the ocean when the coin landed on heads, making the circle ‘oo’ and laugh. “uh, i was asked who the prettiest girl in the room was.” he scratched the back of his neck and blushed. you opted to blush as well instead of saying anything as the group burst into ‘aww’s and leo started cheering.

after another few rounds, you all decided to call it a night before dionysus or some other unfathomable thing came to break up your makeshift party.

“can i walk you to your cabin?” you turned to see percy standing with his hands in his pockets.

you gave him a smile. “sure thing, barnacle boy.” he rolled his eyes at the nickname as you two walked out of the zeus cabin.

after a minute of silence, you broke, “so, you think im pretty?” he blushed.

“i was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.”

“who do you think i am?”

you both laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. “well, yeah, i guess. beautiful is a better word for it, though.” you smiled as you both stopped before the steps of the apollo cabin. you knew will was probably watching from the window, but you didn’t care. you only cared about the demigod in front of you at that moment.

“wanna know the question i answered you for?” you hummed. he nodded. you smiled, looking into his sea green eyes as you recited, “‘who would you kiss out of everyone here?’”

his eyebrows shot up, as did his heart rate. “really?” you nodded with your usual easy smile. he looked away from your prying eyes for a second to nod and absorb the exciting information. he looked back down at you and started, “can i-”

“please,” you answered with a laugh, eyes closed as you cut him off. he smiled and leaned down slowly to press his lips to yours gently. he pulled away after a moment. your eyes met his and nothing was said before he leaned down again, this time his hands settling on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

the kiss was more intense this time, both of you spilling all of the thoughts and feelings and tension you had held in since you first met onto the other’s lips. and it was nothing short of euphoric.

but not euphoric enough to drown out the cheers of your friends from all around you two.

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radishaur · 4 years

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If the zuko requests are still open, may I request hcs or a short story (whatever you prefer) of zuko x artist reader where he first joins the gang and the reader wants to show support to him but they’re way too shy and awkward so they just secretly give him drawings to cheer him up or offer advice?? Maybe he has a crush on them but thinks they too don’t trust him yet? I just had this general idea. You could totally change stuff up if you’d like :)

“Sorry! I was the person who just asked the artist reader! I didn’t put a gender but maybe female? The reader could be a nonbender if that’s fine? Sorry about that :)”

Absolutely! I love the artist trope so much. Some of my favorite Zuko fics have had the reader as an artist. I hope I meet your expectations! I may have gotten carried away but oops. I just love this trope.

- Zoe

•••

Drawings (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Part: 1/1

Summary: See Request

•••

“Hello, Zuko here.”

As soon as we heard his voice, everybody sprung into action. Well, everybody except me. Toph, Katara, and Aang got into bending positions and Sokka prepared to throw his boomerang. I stood slightly off to the side in shock.

He looked different than the last time I had seen him. It seemed to be a pattern. Each time I saw him after a while, he always had a new hairstyle and seemed more....himself. He seemed like a completely different person than the angry ponytail adorning teenager that had invaded the Northern Water Tribe.

That was the first time I had seen him. I unknowingly helped him by saving him from drowning. I had pulled him out from under the ice in a drain pipe on the day of the siege. He wasn’t wearing Fire Nation clothing then, so I didn’t know better until I saw him fighting Katara and capturing Aang. I felt so bad about almost dooming the world to eternal hell that I left the tribe to join them on their adventures.

The next time I saw him was when his Uncle was hit and then later in Ba Sing Se. I was shocked to see him serving tea in the lower ring of an Earth Kingdom town, but I didn’t rat him out. Instead, I took to sketching him. I would sit outside the shop and look in through the windows. His hair was longer now and I couldn’t deny how handsome he was. Without the ponytail I had a hard time denying it.

And now, as he stood here in the temple, I saw the next version of him. The Zuko with longer hair and a deeply rooted regret. He was shy and awkward, much like he had been in Ba Sing Se, but this time he wasn’t confused. He didn’t look like he was fighting any inner battles anymore. He just looked hopeful. Hopeful that he could change the path he chose for himself.

It wasn’t until I heard him say my name that I realized I hadn’t been listening.

“You saved my life in the Northern Water Tribe. And you didn’t rat me out in Ba Sing Se when you found out I was there. You had to have seen something good in me,” he pleaded.

“You knew he was there?! And you didn’t say anything?!” Katara yelled angrily, sending a glare in my direction.

I hung my head in guilt before looking back up at Zuko. My heart ached seeing the expression he wore, but I knew I was already in hot water.

“I’m sorry Zuko. If they don’t trust you then neither do I,” I said before turning and walking away.

I didn’t want to stay. I knew exactly what would happen if I did. I wouldn’t be able to watch him walk away without insisting they were wrong about him. My mother used to say my unwavering trust in people was both a blessing and a curse. I see now that she was right.

Katara stayed angry at me for the rest of the day. I didn’t blame her. Even I still felt guilty that I had kept it a secret after he betrayed us. Although I guess you can’t really betray a side you were never on. Nevertheless it still stung.

Just as I had come to terms with the fact that Zuko would never be a part of the team, he managed to save us from Combustion Man. Aang agreed to have Zuko as his teacher after the group agreed he could stay. Secretly, I was glad they had changed their minds. I knew that it would take a long time for them to get used to him being around though, so I decided to try and do something small to make him feel less alone.

After everybody went to sleep, I decided to draw him a picture of his Uncle. I had seen him frequently when I was outside the tea shop. My memory was a little bit rough on the details but I hoped that he would look similar enough. I ripped the paper out of my sketchbook and slipped it under his door.

The next morning, he seemed to be a little bit brighter which made me smile. After that it ended up becoming routine. Everybody would go to sleep and I would slip him another drawing. Sometimes I would shove them under his door, sometimes I would stuff it into his bag of stuff, and sometimes I would leave it somewhere I knew he would find it. Each time, he would always look a little happier afterwards.

It wasn’t until we were on Ember Island that my little secret became not so secret.

I had never told any of the gang that I could draw. I mean it seemed like such a useless talent compared to their bending. Even Sokka knew how to fight with a sword. When it came to fighting I was a complete waste. I couldn’t bend and I had never learned how to defend myself. The Northern Water Tribe had a strict rule about women learning how to fight: they didn’t.

It wasn’t until we were sitting out around a campfire that the fact I could draw was even discussed. Everybody had been going around the circle and sharing a secret. When it got to me, I shrugged it off.

“I don’t really have any secrets. I’m pretty boring,” I said.

“That’s such a lie! I know you have at least one secret,” Sokka said, a cheeky grin on his face.

“W-What?” I asked, my heart racing slightly.

“I’ve seen your sketchbook. You’re an amazing artist,” he continued, acting all casual.

“Sokka!” I exclaimed, a blush now breaking out across my face.

“You can draw?” Zuko asked in shock.

He seemed to be connecting the dots in his head and I wanted nothing more than to dig myself into the ground and disappear. I just hoped they didn’t-

“I wanna see it!” Aang said gleefully.

I just hoped they didn’t ask to see it.

“I really don’t want to-“ I began to reply before Katara cut me off.

“I bet it’s in her stuff!” she called out before shooting up and going to grab my stuff off of Appa.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

“No!” I yelled out, running after her.

If they looked at it I would die on the spot. Not only would Zuko realize that I was the one giving him drawings, but they would all see the million sketches I had of him as well. Oh boy, there were a lot. Technically I had sketched all of them, but Zuko took up about half the sketchbook. It would be mortifying for them to figure out I had a massive crush on him.

“I found it!” Katara said as she held the sketchbook in her hands.

“Give me that,” I said, snatching the book out of her hands before holding it tightly to my chest.

“Oh, come onnnnn,” Sokka begged, coming closer to try and grab it from me.

I hastily avoided him and continued clutching the sketchbook for dear life.

“Guys, maybe we should leave it,” Zuko said, clearly not wanting to escalate the situation.

Little did he know why I was actually protecting this sketchbook so heavily. He probably thought it was just because I didn’t want them to see my art. Which, technically I didn’t, but not because I thought it was bad. I gulped as Sokka began cornering me.

“Y/N please,” Aang pleaded, standing next to Sokka, “We promise not to judge! We just wanna see!”

“I really don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I responded, shifting the book behind me.

I gasped when I felt the book get ripped from my grasp. I turned around to see Katara, smiling victoriously as she brought the book out by the campfire. Sokka and Aang ran over to her.

I dragged my hands down my face. I’m sure it was about as red as a tomato at this point. Is this what it felt like to die? I watched them from my position a few feet away, too scared to move.

“Hey, these are amazing!” Aang said.

I couldn’t help but catch Zuko’s gaze. The recognition in his eyes made it clear he knew I was the one slipping him drawings. I felt my face burn in embarrassment. And this wasn’t even the worst part.

I stayed rooted to the ground as the gang flipped through the pages. The beginning of the sketchbook was just drawings of the Northern Water Tribe. Then, it morphed into drawings of all of the gang minus Toph. Not that she could even see. She was still sitting on the log bench, not invested in the situation at all.

The next pages had some sketches of Zuko with his ponytail, mixed with some sketches of the oasis. They were still just complimenting the drawings, oblivious to the horror the next few pages would cause me. Eventually, it moved into drawings of our travels across the Earth Kingdom and Toph began to appear.

After that was the pages I was dreading. The first few drawings were of Ba Sing Se. Innocent drawings of beautiful buildings and random citizens. But then it turned into Zuko. Pages upon pages of Zuko and his Uncle in the tea shop. They all got quiet as they continued flipping. Mixed in with Zuko and his Uncle were some few other sketches, but it was clear that Zuko had become the focus of the sketches.

I couldn’t bear to look at them. I could only imagine their expressions. If they hadn’t figured out by now why Zuko was the center of my drawings, they would as they kept going.

The next sketches were of some of the Fire Nation villages we had stayed in. But after that, there Zuko was again. And this time they would definitely know. Some of my sketches were accompanied by scrawled notes on the side. A random look how cute he is or he looked so hot training with Aang today scribbled next to the sketches. The silence was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“Y/N, I-“ Sokka started, clearly feeling guilty for bringing up my secret talent now.

“Don’t” I hissed, finally sending a glare his way.

I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I felt the taste of salt brush my lips. I wiped my tears angrily as they all sat there silently.

“Y/N-“ he tried again.

“I said don’t!” I screamed before storming off to my room.

I slammed the door behind me and made sure to lock it before I slide to the floor. I held a hand to my mouth to muffle the sobs that were now escaping me. This was my worst nightmare. How had everything gone to shit so fast.

•••

Y/N had run off and I was stuck to my seat. I couldn’t stop looking at her sketches. They way she drew me felt like I was looking in the mirror. It was like watching my transformation as a person with my own two eyes.

“Guys, we really messed up,” Sokka said, still feeling guilty for instigating the situation.

“I had no idea....I just thought she was self conscious of her talent,” Katara said quietly.

“What do we do?” Aang asked.

“You’re the Avatar! You’re supposed to know how to solve this,” Sokka exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

I wasn’t listening. I wasn’t even sure I could hear them. I flipped the next few pages and my thoughts were confirmed when I saw that there were a few pages ripped out of the back. I pulled one of her drawings out of my pocket and unfolded it, placed the ripped edge into the book. It was a perfect match.

“Zuko, what are you doing? You shouldn’t rip pages out of her book,” Katara scolded, reaching down to snatch the book away from me.

“I didn’t. She’s been giving me drawings. Look,” I explained, pulling out another of her drawings from my pocket, “Ever since I joined you guys at the temple I’ve been getting drawings. I didn’t know who it was, but....”

I handed the drawings over to them. One of them was of my Uncle. Another one was of my duel swords. Another of a tiny dragon. They ranged from simple tiny sketches to full blown detailed drawings.

As they looked them over, I couldn’t help but let my fingers trace a drawing of me in her book. I was smiling and looking off into the distance at something. Under it, in her neat scribbled handwriting was written: the first time he’s smiled :).

“I can’t believe she likes me,” I whispered.

I didn’t expect them to hear me, but they all stopped. I blushed slightly when I noticed them all looking at me. Katara looked furious.

“Listen here. You don’t have to like her back, but don’t you dare say anything to her that will break her heart,” she threatened, her eyes glaring into me.

“N-No! I......like her back.....actually,” I admitted, looking back at the sketches in her book.

I saw the three of them look at Toph, who had been sitting silently on the log the entire time.

“He’s not lying,” she said.

It was after a few moments of silence that I finally spoke again.

“I think I should go talk to her,” I suggested, standing up with her sketchbook in hand.

“Good luck,” Aang said, giving me an assuring smile as I walked inside.

I didn’t know what I was going to say. I didn’t know where to even start. There were a millions things I could say to her and none of them would be good enough. Instead, I found myself standing outside of her door in silence.

I took a deep breath and knocked. I could hear shuffling inside the room. I got no response.

“Y/N it’s me. Please let me in,” I begged, placing my palm against the door.

I was about to turn and walk away when I finally heard footsteps inside. I let my hand fall back down to my side as the door creaked open. Y/N stood to the side of the door without looking at me and motioned for me to come in. I did and she closed the door behind me.

“I’m sorry.” “Thank you.”

“Oh, ummmm. You first,” she mumbled.

“I wanted to say thank you. For the drawings. They made my day every time I got one,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck as I blushed.

“O-Oh. Uh....yea. You just looked so....sad, I guess. I thought maybe it would make you feel more comfortable around us,” she mumbled, still refusing to look at me.

I chuckled slightly and crossed my arms, looking down at my feet.

“Well it worked,” I said, smiling at the floor.

She shuffled across from me. I forced myself to look up at her and caught her gaze. She had tears brimming over her eyes and her face was red from embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I know I probably seem like a total creep right now. I know this can never happen. I just.....I don’t know. I tried so hard not to like you but I -“ she started rambling and I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

I pulled her face up to look at me and smashed my lips onto hers. It took her a moment of shock to register what was happening, but as soon as she did she was kissing me back immediately. I finally pulled apart and wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

“You’re amazing. You’re so special and so talented and too good for me. But I like you too. I like you so so much. I never said anything because I thought you hated me,” I admitted, laughing through the tears that started falling down my face.

“You thought I hated you? How could I ever hate you?” she asked, stepping back to look at me.

“Because I went home with Azula and I tried capturing the Avatar for months and I chased you across the world and I’ve made your lives miserable for so long,” I exclaimed, still in disbelief that she actually liked me back.

“Well, I don’t hate you. At all. You’ve proven that you’ve changed and that’s all that matters to me. Besides, you never actually physically hurt any of us, unlike Azula,” she joked, laughing slightly.

I pulled her into a hug once more and buried my head into her neck. I had never been happier than right now in this moment. I promised myself at that very moment that I would do everything I could to become the man she saw me as. To become the man she deserved.

To be the man in her drawings.

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klarolinedrabbles · 4 years

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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to

Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.

I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.

The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???

That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.

The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.

THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.

Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—

The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.

I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.

NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.

S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.

Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.

That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.

SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.

So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.

So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.

SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.

The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.

THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—

THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.

SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.

Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.

#Stephanie talks fandom #klaroline #Anonymous

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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Chapter 13

Pairing: Ot7xReader;

Genre: fluff, angst, smut(In previous and later chapters,

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Warnings; None that I can think of in this chapter

Word count: 2.1k

Taglist: (I definitely think I missed some of you and some usernames were changed from my last list😭 I need an organized tag list for the series, so comment to be added and I’ll also make a post soon) : @taekookandyoongi @life-anime-food @i-like-puppy-mg @seesawsmin-flower @karissassirak @btsvisuals @vynia

For the next few weeks your team had split into smaller parties so as to maximize on your experience gained from quests and items dropped. Since it was all equally split, the eight of you being in one party together would make the points gained spread pretty thin. You still all met up for most mealtimes and tried to always get together for a group meeting before bedtime, but besides that it was usually 2-3 of you partnered together for a quest.

You had stuck with Jungkook the whole time, not wanting to spend much time away from him after almost losing him and the incredible night you had shared, you couldn’t tear yourself from his side. Taehyung would join with the two of you sometimes when he wasn’t joined up with Jin, who he had been getting pretty close with. The two of them would sometimes go on missions just the two of them, your group would joke with them about their forming bro-mance.

One of the quests that you and Jungkook were currently on with just the two of you alone, had required quite a lot of tedious attacks on lower level creatures that were taking over a small farm owned by an NPC right outside of Midgard city. The sky was darkening and you realized how much time you had spent taking out the ‘Rat Infestation Problem’ quest’s small green toxic creatures.

“Jungkook, shouldn’t we head back?”

Jungkook was aiming a very precise purple shadow-ball shot at one of the glowing green rats in the barn the two of you stood in.

His back was to you and you giggled at the ‘pew’ sound effect he made with his mouth right before he shot his attack, hitting the rat dead on. He then turned to look at you with a big grin on his face, flicking away his black bangs that were messily falling into his eyes. He looked tired and worn out from spending the whole day on this task with you, but he was trying hard to not show it.

“I suppose we can, we still have like 50 more of these things to do. I can’t believe we actually were able to get 950 done in one day. Good teamwork partner” He lifted his hand for a high-five and you excitedly met your open palm to his with a cute little jump.

Jungkook slung an arm around your shoulders and walked with you out of the barn. The sky was darkening to a deep blue and you could see a small colorful purple and pink shade peeking from the sky on the horizon where the sun had just set.

Jungkook pressed his lips gently to the top of your head, “Let’s get going”

The two of you flew to the usual meeting spot that your team had designated. It was a small clearing in the woods where the eight of you had set up a sort of base camp, you’d all thought it would be fun if instead of staying in the inn you’d purchase tents from one of the merchants and set up a little home in the woods where you could all come and go as you pleased without having to give coins to the innkeeper for a place to stay every night.

You had been ecstatic over the idea, camping sounded like fun and camping with friends even better.

You and Jungkook had gone in on a tent together to share, it wasn’t huge but it was big enough that you could stand in it. It was a small room with a full sized bed and a small nightstand and rug on the floor by the bed.

Namjoon, Jin and Jimin all invested in a giant tent for the three of them, it was at least three times bigger than your own but they each had wanted their own bed so it was fitting.

Yoongi and Hoseok also shared a tent, they hadn’t wanted to invest much into it so theirs was about the size of your own with two small and simple beds almost side by side fitting into their space with nothing else inside.

Taehyung had purchased a small tent that was definitely suitable for just himself. It fit his bed and a small night stand that he kept a few books and a kerosene lamp on top so he could read before bed.

It didn’t take long to set it all up thanks to the way the games features worked, you merely had to click a button on your items inventory screen and motion with your hand to plop things down where you wanted them.

The tents all were positioned around a pretty looking firepit that the eight of you had all chipped in on together. White stones were stacked around it in a circle for design and to keep the fire from spreading further than the pit. You’d cook your food over it with some pots and pans you’d also purchased, and eat sitting on some wooden logs around the fire that Jin and Taehyung had dragged from in the woods and made into a seating area.

It was actually a wonderful home, and for the past few days there was a part of you that almost didn’t miss your home in the real world.

It started to scare you that you felt that way. You didn’t want to lose your drive to keep pushing forward in the game. No one had even made it past floor one yet and you’d all been in the stuck in the game for about a month now. You didn’t want to forget that you had a mom who probably sat at your side crying wondering if and when you’d wake up. You hoped that she wouldn’t blame herself for being the one to buy you the game. So badly you wanted to tell her, that you didn’t blame her, and that honestly you couldn’t thank her enough. Without it you wouldn’t have met all these wonderful people.

And there again lies your problem...did you really want to escape this game? There was a far too large part of you that hoped that you could stay here with Jungkook and all of your friends forever…

Jungkook tapped you on the shoulder motioning for you to land. Everyone else was already there and it looked like Jin and Yoongi had already started on cooking dinner together. They were arguing lightly over some of the ingredients that Yoongi was trying to put into the stew that was bubbling in the pot over the fire when you approached.

“Hey! Jungkook, Y/n!” Jin smiled your way as you walked over to sit on one of the logs around the fire. Everyone else greeted you as well and you smiled and returned their hellos.

Jin managed to convince Yoongi that there was enough garlic in the stew already and Yoongi reluctantly dropped it.

The eight of you talked about your days, sharing your stories and cool drop items that you’d acquired. Unfortunately today you and Jungkook had quite the boring time. Well...besides the hour that you and him had taken a break to go down on each other in the barn. Just thinking back on today’s memories of his head between your legs made your cheeks hot and a smile start to grow on your lips.

When it came time for sleep everyone left to their tents, saying goodnights and sweet dreams to the rest of the team you started to follow Jungkook into your shared tent. But, you stopped for a moment with your hand on the tent’s flap and turned around slightly. You had noticed that Taehyung hadn’t left to his tent and was still sitting on one of the logs in front of the fire, a blank expression on his face and his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward silently staring into the fire.

“I’ll be inside in just a second,” you said to Jungkook, giving your sleepy bed partner a kiss on the cheek before you turned and went to go join Taehyung.

You sat next to him on the same log. He silently acknowledged your presence with a nod and a small smile, not looking away from the fire when you joined him.

“Hey you” you spoke softly “Everything okay?”

He finally turned to face you, “Of course y/n” he grinned fakely. You saw right through it instantly, but didn’t want to pry too hard.

“Okay...well, I am here if you wanna talk you know” you let him know, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

He frowned a bit and then chuckled, moving his shoulder to brush your hand off of him.

Was he mad at you? What could you have done to upset him?

“Tae?”

“Anyways. I don’t think I ever asked how things went with Jungkook that night at the inn” Taehyung smiled fakely again at you.

You suddenly felt embarrassed. Taehyung knew what he was setting you two up for at the inn, he obviously knows what happened, why would he bring it up like that?

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Um, it went well. It was nice” you avoided Taehyung’s gaze that was trying to meet yours now.

“Nice?” he raised his eyebrows “Just well and nice?”

You fought back more of your embarrassment at this conversation’s subject. “It was amazing, He’s amazing” you spoke honestly.

Taehyung gazed back into the fire, you’d expected more teasing but instead he just muttered,

“Good, he deserves it. He’s a good guy.”

You noticed him biting at his cheek. Something was going through his mind that you couldn’t quite understand.

You wanted to say’ You’re a good guy too Taehyung, you’ve been through a lot as well. ‘

But, you were now quiet, watching his carmel skin that was enchantingly lit up by the warm orange flames, his mint green hair tinted with the color as well. He started poking the fire with a long stick, you noticed how strong his arms were, and his hands...his beautiful hands...

No. What the hell were you doing. You scold yourself in your mind for letting your thoughts wander. You feel guilty and ashamed for almost letting your thoughts go even further.

Taehyung quickly glanced at you seeing you staring he gave you a sweet smile.

“You should get some rest y/n. Jungkook is waiting for you. I’m fine, I’m just gonna sit for a while”

You nodded and stood up from the log and gave Taehyung a small wave as you left, which he returned lazily.

He stared after you as you walked to your tent and murmured something that you didn’t quite catch, but it almost sounded like,

“Lucky bastard”

Taehyung continued poking the fire with the stick his fingers curled around, watching the tiny sparks that would fly up and break away from the fire as he did.

You had gone to bed with Jungkook and he was alone now, that was what he wanted right?

His best friend was happy and in love, and he really did deserve it. Jungkook was the kindest and most caring man that Taehyung had ever met, and he loved him like a brother. Taehyung on the other hand didn’t quite think of himself as a kind man, he’d done his fair share of things he wasn’t proud of, especially when it came to women.

That’s why he didn’t deserve you. That’s why those perfect lips could never be his to kiss, and that stunning body could never be his to hold. You are too perfect for him, your beautiful face, your adorable laugh, the way you care for everyone. You’d also made your mistakes but you instantly owned up to it and tried to make it up to Jungkook.

But, You were Taehyung’s dream girl, he’d never felt such an intense flutter in his chest around anyone else in his life. He wanted to give you the world, he wanted you to have only the best in life, and that wasn’t him…

So, he pushed you towards perfect Jungkook, because that way you wouldn’t get hurt, though you and Jungkook had your own struggles, you seem happy now, and so does Jungkook.

So everything is going as planned right?

So Taehyung should be happy right?

This is what he wanted right?

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The next morning you were awakened by loud chatter and commotion outside of your tent.

Startling you, the flap to your tent was thrown open and bright morning sunlight pour in. Jungkook shot up instantly, you covered your face with your arm groggily.

“What the hell is going on” you grumbled sleepily. Seeing Namjoon standing in the entrance with wide eyes.

“The boss has been found! He’s still there right now. Lets go!”

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #jin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #faerie realm #bts x you #bts scenario #bts imagine

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lon3lynation · 4 years

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Chapter 5: Ways To Go

Previous Chapter

"Even when I can't see my rearview Even if I call just to hear you Even when I sleep all day (Even when I sleep all day) Even if I work it like I'm times two Living in the back of the bunk just like we do Even when I dream all day

Don't wanna sleep tonight You've got me feeling right I didn't know my name, I didn't know my name

I got a little bit longer, I got a ways to go I got a little bit longer, I got a ways to go I got a little bit longer, I got a ways to go Whoa oh oh (I got a ways to go)"

Ways To Go by Grouplove

5 days and 400 miles of Blue Ridge Parkway later, Lexa found herself in North Carolina. After staying her nights in rustic lodges and taking in the views along the parkway, she was feeling spoiled and reinvigorated in such a way she hadn't experienced in a long time. Over the years, it was all cheap hotels and motels. As long it had a clean bed and a running shower, it was all she needed to get by. It was affordable and temporary which was suitable for her type of lifestyle.

It was breathtaking to look out the windowsill and have mountains greet her sight instead of a parking lot or a wall of another building. It had given her a sense of serenity. Lexa had figured that she was a bit of an urban girl after her constant traveling from city to city. It was the source of her freedom. However, she was quickly learning that being around nature and the sheer expanse of the open land was altogether something much more magnificent. It was pure and natural freedom.

The road trip was already opening her eyes to new perspectives and feelings. It served as a reminder of how much more there was in the world outside of her life. It made her feel small and insignificant in comparison. No matter what obstacles she had faced or how lost she felt, her problems will never hinder the world from continuing on with or without her. Strangely enough, she received a small comfort at the realization. It was up to her on how to deal with her own existence and how to let events impact it.

It felt like an awakening.

Lexa wanted to further open her mind and heart to the wisdom that her journey would surely offer her. She wanted to encounter every one of Earth's secrets. It wasn't humanly possible but she wanted to try and learn what she could in her lifetime. A life filled with adventure and world travel could potentially be her new purpose in life. She would love to visit other countries and expose herself to different cultures. Once she had herself figured out and her past wounds dealt with on this particular trip, she would have to seriously consider her options on what was next for her.

Lexa was getting a little too ahead of herself, though. She's only been on the road for about a week now. There was still a way to go mentally and distance-wise. There was no rush but she knew she couldn't put it off for much longer. She needed to make some sort of progress with herself and take that much needed first step. Hopefully, the first step would be the hardest part and the rest will be bearable enough to proceed through.

The time for reflection of her past would have to wait because presently there was shopping to be done. If she wanted to make the most out of the summer, swimwear and more clothes were a necessity. She had already picked out some outfits perfect for the warm weather and a new suitcase for them. Currently, she was taking a moment to ponder the phone in her free hand.

Turning away from the racks of bikinis, she opened up Instagram in the browser and logged into her long-abandoned private account. She rarely ever posted any pictures on it anymore. Maybe she would start using it again and upload photos of the incredible sights she saw for prosperity. It would be nice to have them along with her memories. Maybe she could even make Anya a bit envious for missing out on a joint road trip together.

Actually, they would have positively driven each other insane if they had gone together. It might have been fun and games at first, but eventually, the lack of space and disagreements on activities would have done nothing but frustrate them both. Anya would have wanted to do something wilder than sunbathing on a beautiful beach or enjoying the views. Lexa would have never been able to do her much needed thinking and reevaluating with Anya around.

Still, she missed her friend and hoped to get in contact again. It was the longest they had gone without seeing each other. With that in mind, she opened up her private messages and sent Anya a text.

'Anya, I think we should meet up again soon. It's overdue. I'm traveling southwest of the US via car. Where are you currently staying? Get back to me asap.'

Lexa was looking forward to hearing from Anya again. She wondered if her mentor would feel a sense of pride in her for doing a successful job of stealing a car for a cross-country road trip. However, she was not looking forward to explaining her phone relationship with Clarke to her. Anya wouldn't understand when Lexa, herself, could barely understand it. Clarke called her every day since she had taken the car and Lexa has gone along with it. It frightened her how effortlessly Clarke was getting past the cracks in her walls. She doubted that Clarke even realized just how well she was doing until about 5 days ago. After she had ventured to imagine Clarke standing next to her to share the view of the mountains, Lexa made certain to be more aloof in her calls with Clarke.

Too bad there wasn't some manual book on how to interact with a stubborn and persistent stranger that was the victim of your thievery. How was she supposed to act and feel in such an unprecedented situation?

Lexa didn't know. She absolutely hated how unprepared and uncertain she felt. Her vulnerability was showing and she didn't do vulnerability. Normally she could predict and prepare for every outcome, but this once she was caught off guard. It unnerved her which was downright irritating.

Clarke was so very irritating.

Stupid Clarke and her unrealistic optimism.

Stupid Clarke and her constant questions.

Stupid Clarke and her cracked blue phone case that was now ringing in her hand.

Lexa glared at the vibrating and ringing phone in her hand. Her fingers gave a momentary squeeze around the case before answering and lifting it to her ear with a sigh.

"Hello, Clarke."

"Hey, criminal."

"Very original."

"What? Is that not cutesy enough for you? How about I start calling you Rebel?"

Lexa scoffed.

"God, no and I don't do cutesy."

"Why? Oh, does it put a damper on your badass rep in the criminal world?"

"What do you think we do? Sit around and share stories about our illegal doings? That we know who's who?" Lexa chuckled at the thought. "The only person that knows what I do is -"

"The infamous friend and mentor, of course. Is she aware of how much you mention her to strangers?"

"No, her smugness doesn't need any more encouragement."

"It's nice to have you taking part in our banter again. I was wondering how long you could resist it."

A pause.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it didn't escape my notice that you've been acting like a dick for the past 4 days."

"When are you going to stop referring me to a phallus?"

"When you stop acting like one which is probably not going to be anytime soon. So, are you done with the whole tightlipped routine?"

"You tell me. Am I?" Lexa snipped.

"I think you want it to be because you sorta miss this but you're resisting because it - or I - make you nervous."

Damn her.

"Clarke," she warned.

"Sounds like I hit the mark," Clarke responded smugly.

"You can't just -" Blowing out a harsh breath, Lexa shook her head. "This needs to stop."

"And now you're panicking."

"I'm not panicking."

She was maybe panicking a little bit.

"It seems like you are. Take another breath."

To her annoyance, Lexa found herself taking another breath and felt recentered.

"You need to stop doing that."

"Doing what exactly? Telling the truth the way I see it?"

"Pushing and assuming you know anything about the way I feel. You don't."

"Your reaction seems to disagree with your words. Why does it -"

"No," Lexa sternly interrupted.

"No?" Clarke questioned.

"No more questions. How would you like it if I questioned you constantly?"

"Well, if it gets you to partake in our conversations a little more. Ask me."

"What?"

"If you have questions, then ask me. At least you'll get a detailed answer from me, unlike a certain someone.".

It was annoying how quickly Clarke could turn things back around on her. Anytime she thought she got the reins back, Clarke would only steal them right back and leave her scrambling like a fool.

"Did I put you on the spot? I'm sorry. Let me help you. My name's Clarke Griffin. I'm 21 years old and I am currently still in college. I was a little lost on what I wanted to pursue career-wise. I could follow in my mother's footsteps or do the opposite of what she wants and pursue art. I may decide on something else one day but right now I'm really digging the art direction I've taken. Is this where you remind me again that I'm speaking to a criminal?"

"No. I think you're well aware of what you're doing." She was beginning to believe she'll never truly understand Clarke and what motivated her to do the things she does. However, she appreciated the shift in their conversation. "An artist," Lexa curiously hummed. "What are your mediums?"

"I draw and paint mainly. Pencil, pastels, watercolor, acrylics. I tried pottery before but the misshapen mug that resulted from it didn't exactly encourage me to continue with it. I still use the mug every morning for coffee though."

Lexa smiled wistfully as a memory came to her.

"Pottery was something I wanted to take on as a hobby after my high school's art class introduced us to it. There was something about the cold clay staining my hands and watching them mold a lump of it into something useful."

"Did you take it on as a hobby?"

"I didn't get a chance to." Lexa sighed deeply as the memory turned into a sad one. "I was so consumed with... Costia, my girlfriend at the time and then not too long later, I ended up leaving what I thought was my home."

Suddenly, it occurred to her that Clarke had succeeded in getting her to share something in return. And of all things to share, she allowed Costia's name to flow out from her lips. The same name she has consciously avoided saying out loud for years.

"That sounds exactly like how a high school romance would be. I'm sorry you didn't get the chance, though. There's nothing really stopping you from doing pottery now, right? It's never too late."

"I move around too much. Maybe when I am settled down somewhere, I'll look into it."

"You should." Clarke gently urged. "I, um, I hope you realize that I am really biting my tongue here. You give me little crumbs of information that makes me curious and want to know more, but…"

"But you're trying to hold back now because I was sort of an asshole about it earlier," Lexa admitted, feeling appreciative that Clarke was trying. "Honestly, if our roles were reversed, I'd be just as curious. I guess I can't fault you for that."

"Sort of?" Clarke joked. "And I guess I can see why you would want to stay secretive."

Lexa lingered silently in consideration before responding.

"It's just that this whole situation with you is pretty unheard of and I need to stay on guard."

"I think I understand, but I promise you that the car is staying unreported. I would like to solve this between us."

"The crazy thing is I think I am starting to believe that." Lexa chuckled in disbelief. "I wanted this road trip to be memorable and I am getting that. I simply didn't expect you, though." Lexa softly muttered. "I don't know how to process you, Clarke. You're an enigma I've yet to solve."

Lexa bit her lip in thought. It hadn't escaped her notice that the tone of their conversation had completely shifted. Clarke seemed to be taken aback as she listened closely to the other end of the call. She scanned the racks and distractedly examined her swimwear options.

"Careful, that sounds a lot like a compliment, I think," Clarke chuckled nervously. "Do you really think between the two of us that I am the enigma here? I'm just some girl compared to you."

"It's important for you to have some confidence in yourself, Clarke."

Clarke laughed, "Oh, I have plenty of confidence, but I am not a badass thief that gets to do whatever she wants and road trip across the country."

"You think I'm badass?"

"Of course that's what you took away from that sentence. Have you always been this sure of yourself?"

"No," Lexa grinned with a small laugh. "It took a lot of practice. I was the quiet little loner in school before I met Costia. She helped bring me out of my shell. She told me to pretend until I didn't have to anymore. It took."

"It took and gave you a humongous ego."

"Hey, now you're exaggerating."

"Nope."

"I'm really not as cocky as you make me out to be, you know," Lexa bemoaned.

"Oh, who is referring themselves to phalluses now?" Clarke cackled over the line, much to Lexa's annoyance and hidden amusement.

"Shut up, Clarke. You have the humor of a 12 years old boy."

"It's still a better sense of humor than your total lack of one, rogue."

Lexa pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a quiet laugh. Clarke's random names never failed to amused her.

I think I prefer rogue over rebel so far."

"It may be my favorite name for you yet. Of course, the one thing that could top it is your actual name…"

"Uh-huh, still not giving it to you."

"Dammit," Clarke sighed.

It made Lexa smile to herself.

Clarke was stupidly cute.

It was truly unfair.

"I've been standing here talking to you while staring at a rack of bikinis for who knows how long now. I should finish what I'm doing." Lexa found herself reluctant to end the call but knew she needed to get moving.

"Oh, okay. Sorry, I didn't realize I interrupted your shopping."

"It's fine. I voluntarily let you interrupt me."

"Hmm, I think you're starting to like talking to me, rogue."

"And you claim I'm the one with an ego?"

"Nice deflection."

"It wasn't a deflection."

"Whatever you say. Hey, maybe you could send me a bikini pic," Clarke suggested excitedly.

Lexa snorted, "You wish, Clarke."

"Well, yeah. I asked, didn't I?" Clarke mumbled softly enough that Lexa nearly missed it.

Clearing her throat, Lexa ignored the fluttery feeling inside her that was suddenly begging for attention.

"Thank you for the call. I think you've given me some things to think about."

"Of course. I'm glad we could have this talk and come to a better understanding."

"We did," Lexa whispered in agreement.

After they exchanged goodbyes, Lexa slipped the phone back into her pocket and heaved a huge sigh of relief. It had started out rocky but Clarke had managed to smooth things out between them. An understanding of sorts had been reached, resulting in Lexa feeling less anxious and guarded.

She had meant it when she had told Clarke that she's given her things to think about. It amazed her that she had actually talked about Costia with someone and shared bits of her past. Granted, she didn't open up about her unfavorable memories yet, but it was still progress. Dealing with her past was one of the main reasons why she was doing her road trip. Crazily enough, she was beginning to realize that perhaps Clarke could even help her in some ways. It didn't have to be all internal self-evaluating and assessing how to repair the damage on her own. She could confide in Clarke about certain things and finally vent out everything she had repressed for years.

But should she?

She was driving a stolen car, putting way too many miles on it, and having phone calls with a stranger. Well, not a complete stranger anymore, but still. She couldn't help but feel torn between wanting to just believe Clarke and wanting to protect herself.

Lexa knew it'd be hard and she was prepared for the challenge. Her gut was telling her to let herself trust Clarke. To let whatever it was they were doing happen without all her walls up surrounding her heart. They needed to be brought down, permanently. She needed to free herself from her own defense mechanisms and baggage.

Shaking her head, Lexa finally moved to try on the new swimwear in one of the dressing rooms. Clarke's suggestion to send a bikini photo was actually tempting. Maybe she could give Clarke a shock when she least expected it and send her one.

Lexa smirked at the thought.

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Hours later near Nags Head, NC, Lexa found herself sitting inside a McDonald's enjoying a food break. She has plans on visiting Nags Head, the name alone being enough to intrigue her, which was a barrier island in the Outer Banks.

Taking a bite of her hamburger, she paused slightly when the phone rang and vibrated on the table. It caused Lexa to grin after swallowing her bite as she raised it to her ear without looking at the caller ID. There was no need, she already knew who had to be calling her.

"Did you forget to add something to our call earlier?" Lexa said teasingly.

"Um, hello? I'm positive I've dialed the right number." A confused but kind female voice could be heard on the other end of the call, causing Lexa's smile to instantly drop.

"Who is this speaking? Is my daughter Clarke around? I'd like to speak to her, please."

Lexa startled upright in her seat, banging her knee against the table as she crushed the wrapper near her hand into a crinkly ball, and gaped like the careless fool that she was.

She did not just completely screw herself by simply answering the phone without looking at the caller ID, did she?

Taking a quick glance at the phone, it only further confirmed what an awkward idiotic mess she had just put herself in.

Mom.

She really did just do that.

Shit!

"Um," Lexa hesitated, her mouth still flapping open and shut for a moment in disbelief over the situation she had accidentally found herself in.

An utterly insane moment that shouldn't even be happening, ever. Talking to the mother of the woman whose car she had stolen. That just doesn't happen.

Lexa needed to rein back her control. She needed to get out of this conversation as quickly, but unsuspiciously, as possible.

Inhaling a calming breath, she released the crumbled wrapper from her hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry. I hadn't realized I answered the wrong phone, ma'am," she murmured, allowing a soft albeit nervous laugh to be heard. "I guess that's what I get for not looking at the caller ID."

"Oh," the mother drawled out. "Well, that clears up some of the confusion. Are you a friend of Clarke's? Wait, that's probably a silly question. You're no stranger to my daughter."

Hearing the voice on the other end laugh at the idea of a stranger answering her daughter's phone made Lexa anxiously bite her lip.

Right.

Such an inane thing to imagine to ever happen to someone. Not to Clarke Griffin.

Quietly groaning to herself, she forced herself to join in the laughter before clearing her throat to move the conversation to an end.

"Yeah, that's, uh - exactly, Mrs. Griffin. So, as you -"

"Enough with the politeness You can call me Abby."

"Abby," Lexa nodded, tracing invisible swirls on the tabletop for a sudden much-needed distraction. "Okay. Clarke's not around at the moment. I guess she forgot to take her phone with her."

"I see. I was hoping to catch her before she went off to classes or into one of her secluded artist moods. Did she -" Abby trailed off.

Lexa stored the tidbit of information on Clarke in mind before momentarily panicking at whatever caused Abby to pause mid-question.

Was she catching on?

Did she notice that something was off with her?

She may have only been speaking to the woman for a few minutes now but she couldn't help the feeling that she wasn't one to usually hesitate with words. Not after getting an ear and textful from Clarke. It didn't seem too far off to assume it ran in the family.

"Did you two have a girl's night? I mean, with her phone being with you at this time..."

Okay, she hadn't expected that line of questioning. Furrowing her brow in confusion at the tabletop, she scrambled to come up with something convincing.

"Yeah, yeah. We uh, just hung out and stuff last night. She crashed at my place. It was a tiring day for her."

"I can only imagine with classes, her art projects, and her wild group of friends. I'm just glad to know that she has someone to take the load off with after a long day."

Lexa hummed in response, beginning to feel uncomfortable with the fact that she'd let this conversation go as long as it had.

Also that guilty feeling had returned to nag at her again.

"How long have you two girls known each other now?"

Lexa wasn't sure, but she could've sworn that she had heard a smile in Abby's tone. Fidgeting in her seat, she knew she really had to end this conversation in the next minute because it was becoming too much for her to handle.

"I guess you can say we're fairly new friends."

"I see. Hm, that could explain why I haven't heard about you from Clarke yet. Since it's all so new." Abby chuckled, clearly amused by the topic of their fake friendship.

It was unsettling and even more confusing to hear the almost knowing tone to her laughter. She could almost imagine a scene where she was having this conversation in person with Clarke's mom, that she'd be bumping shoulders with her and grinning knowingly.

Lexa was fully aware that she could've avoided this whole confusing conversation if she had looked at the caller ID first.

"Who knows with her." She huffed out a chuckle. "Sorry, but I need to get going but I could take a message for her if you want?"

"Oh, okay, thank you. I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'm sure you have a busy day ahead of you. If you could tell Clarke that her mom would like to skype with her soon, that'd be great."

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. I'll be sure to bring that up to her."

"Thank you, and remember, it's Abby. It was nice talking to you."

"Abby, of course. You tool. Have a good day."

After exchanging goodbyes, Lexa ended the call and tossed the phone on the table to collapse back into her chair in relief. A small grunt sounded from her, making her realize she had been sitting tensely throughout the whole conversation.

A whole conversation that should've been minutes shorter than it turned out to be.

To say she was disappointed in herself and the way she handled the call was a major understatement. If she expected to keep under the radar, continue driving across the country in a stolen car, then she needed to be more cautious. She needed to not make the same mistakes as she had done just a moment ago.

If Abby had figured out that she was actually not a friend of Clarke's, and was in fact, a stranger that stolen her phone. There was no doubt she would actually report to the police unlike her daughter, who apparently thought she could handle it on her own.

At least she learned that Clarke clearly hadn't told Abby anything that had happened, which helped with the lies she had told. Abby believed she was a new friend of Clarke's. Hopefully, she would continue believing that for long enough and perhaps she'll be able to stomp down the lingering guilt over it.

Deciding it was time to take a bathroom break and head back on the road, Lexa gathered her trash after draining the last of her coffee and dumped it into the nearby garbage can. She pocketed Clarke's phone in her jeans and turned around only to bump into the solid chest of a man donning a uniform.

"Oh, sorry. Are you okay there?" the man questioned, oblivious to just how much he caught her completely off-guard.

Firm hands gripped her arms, steadying her, as her eyes took in the police badge pinned on the top left of the man's dark buttoned-up shirt.

A uniform with a badge.

She just bumped into a police officer inside a McDonald's.

"I-I'm sorry about that, officer." She muttered, attempting to hide her disbelief and fear behind a forced closed-lipped smile. "Didn't see you there. I'm fine, though, thanks."

"If you did, we wouldn't be apologizing to each other right now." The officer responded gruffly but his clear amusement softened his tone enough for her to not take it personally. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her when the officer finally released her arms.

Clearing her throat, she briefly glanced up, catching the man's eyes before switching her view out the window to where Clarke's car sat parked. She could feel her inner panic coming close to overwhelming her.

She needed to leave

"Well, I'll be sure to watch my step next time. I was just leaving. Have a good day, sir." Receiving a polite nod, Lexa edged passed the officer and exited the building out to the parking lot.

It took some restraint from Lexa to basically not sprint to the car to put as much distance as she could between her and the cop. With measured steps, she reached the car and pulled the driver's side door opened before closing it once she was seated inside. She grimaced slightly when her hand reached up to turn the ignition on, momentarily forgetting she had no key to turn.

She really needed to figure out a way to make it less obvious that the car was stolen if anyone were to ever peek inside and see the exposed wires dangling underneath the dash. Grabbing the wires, she gazed anxiously out the windshield as she entwined the correct wires together until the engine roared.

It only took a few moments before she found herself on the road again, and merging back onto the highway. Her own green eyes stared back at her as she glanced at the rearview mirror to reassure herself that the police officer hadn't followed her.

Seeing that she was in the clear, she exhaled sharply before grinding her teeth in annoyance while she pulled the car onto the bridge that would take her to the island.

How had she not noticed that a cop had been standing nearby in the same place as her? Observation and instincts to be alert to any possibility that she needed to tread around carefully had been known strengths of hers.

Lexa shook her head at herself, knowing that she had to somehow snap herself out of the tension she's been feeling. It was something that needed to end sooner than later if she actually wanted to enjoy this impromptu trip of hers. Constantly looking over her shoulders and acting unlike herself could cause actual suspicion. It wasn't what she envisioned, and she was not about to let herself ruin something that could be so good for her.

She had envisioned herself with the windows rolled down, wind whipping through her hair, a content smile on her face while blasting music that perfectly suited the adventurous mood. It was on her to take the step in turning it into a reality. With the image back in mind, she rolled the windows down in the car and tousled her hair with her hand as she inhaled the fresh air.

Turning her attention to the radio, her fingers fumbled briefly trying to find the correct button to switch it on. Finding the button, she pressed it and sat back comfortably into her seat before scanning through the channels until something grabbed at her.

At that moment, with the windows down, her hair flying behind her, a song that sang about having a ways to go, Lexa felt something inside her just crack open and her laughter soon took its place in her surroundings.

She could feel the tension leave her as she continued to laugh in such a carefree way. Tears pricked her eyes over the jumble of emotions that swelled inside her that was starting to put her mind back on track. This was what she wanted. No one, especially not herself, was going to let this moment slip through her fingers.

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V Bad Story Endings Days 1-5

Days 1- 5 are the same for all three bad ends, except for the last chat of the day. Bad End 1 Days 6-7: https://lizardfina.tumblr.com/post/176608511607/badend1 Bad End 3 Days 6 - 10: https://lizardfina.tumblr.com/post/175732683372/be3

There are many different paths to a bad end, this is just what I did. I can’t guarantee that choosing different answers or missing chats will lead you to the ending you want, so it’s best to just follow exactly what I did. I got really tired of typing really early on, and started paraphrasing. It should still make sense and the answers you want should be obvious ...oh, wait, looks like the line spacing didn't carry over, so some of the longer answers are two lines long >.< So, if it looks weird as the beginning of a sentence, it’s probably the ending of the line above it. Sorry for the mess ^^;

Day 1 – 27% 20:02 Subject of Interest Seven Welcome Jaehee Are you organizing what you found about me? Such aspects should gradually improve All I have to do is invite many people and raise the scores for my meter Your psychological settings are so complicated But why is this place off limits to outsiders? I’m a bad person How come? No one’s exploiting me I hope you’d start to trust me more Your looks are already more than enough ….. You do make sure you facial pores are open? Bye, sexy 21:34 Richness in Wine Good night. The stars are beautiful Do you like wines? It’s not a scandalous photo, is it? Congrats! Are you going to say yes? But aren’t you delighted? I think the question is not whether you’d be a fine model, but……efficiency in relation to budget I’m curious too. Could you let me know the results? I see V likes wine too What were you two like in the past? I’m sure those days will come again Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to finish as a happy ending You two are such good friends Do you have an automatic timer in your head? 23:25 Intriguing Person Here comes the final boss You two make a lovely couple It’s a secret. Shh! You must be curious about my world I’ll call the police if you violate my portrait rights They were so wary of me The purpose of life is my bias Are you warning me? Is this a bug? Goodbye Ray VN: Come in I’ve been waiting for you It was fun! It felt like talking to actual people The black haired man in a suit Now that we talked about games, I want to talk about you Day 2 – 60% 01:19 Expectation and Uneasiness I’m sure he’s inside the phone Aren’t you going to sleep, Jaehee? Do you have a hidden backstory? You know, you’re actually the CEO’s daughter That’s a true businessman A rich man and a celebrity? They sound otherworldly You can’t log in from abroad? That’s right! Please trust me! Why don’t you investigate that on your own? That can’t get any more suspicious. Do you know what those two shared? What about me? I like hearing about RFA You’re mean You must feel so complicated I agree. I doubt you can gain anything by suspecting each other You must be a grand master in handling Yoosung Don’t you suspect V? But you can’t tell people to do something about their sorrow I should go sleep too 02:44 Night of Reminiscence Good evening Jumin I’m currently holding information superiority What’s so bad about questioning I actually came from another dimension That’s the spell for teleporting, not shapeshifting That’s one elegant sense of humour Is that what you think? You’re cute I vote for a chat on RFA Was that spell for summoning V instead of shapeshifting? You’re drunk, Jumin I wish I could get a glass of wine too Do you have a drunken habit, V? Perhaps he’s sleeping while chatting Your memories are too detailed, Jumin I know no such thing as sloppiness boy You two look just like you do now You asked him to be your friend? You were cute when you were young, V So this is Jumin’s drunken habit I think both of you should go to bed What’s that matter? Bean sprout is good for hangovers You two share a lot of memories Looks like Jumin trusts you a lot Do you think there really is something you can do? I don’t feel like sleeping yet 15:24 Recommendation of Trust Jumin have you read what V said Really? What is it? Jaehee ordered them for you? You collect antique books? That’s an elegant hobby Sounds great! Thou who art deeper than even blood Jumin you don’t actually trust them, do you? What matters isn’t the background, it’s the person V looks like a trustworthy person Recommendation please! They can take the cab You can find a guest that can match the vampire Jumin, epitome of trust Why don’t you like reading, Jumin? Why don’t you try trusting V? I think it’s good to direct your thoughts somewhere else Clear your head and come back 18:26 The Universe and the Sun Hello Is there actually such creation? I’ll invite it beep What is it Seven? Is something bothering you? Try me Here he is! My secret buddy! Can I get your autograph? I didn’t know you sell your autograph Don’t be so mean to him! That halo comes from your face Doesn’t matter if you’re Catholic Can you count me in? Those left behind should carry on But if that’s our current situation, we should work together and prepare for the party He’s gone Does V like the sun? Maybe the sun holds a special meaning Isn’t he busy? Go and call him now 20:13 Party at Saturn? Good evening Jumin But it’s just a day. He’ll be fine You two must be quite close! Pluto will feel lonely by itself. I understand. I don’t wanna do anything I think it’d be one exciting party You mean the dish itself? Sounds delicious Are V’s photos that high in quality? Wow I’ve never seen your selfie Cheer up Jaehee Really? I wanna see too I wanna see too! She’s so cute Can I have more picture of Elizabeth Maybe he’s an android? You can watch Zen’s DVD What too you so long, mr gorgeous? Did you de-stress at the spa? I thought those flowers bloomed from your face Zen do you know we’re having a party? You just had to hibernate today I wonder what kind of recommendations I’ll get Let me know what you think of the new DVD Your looks will bring better things to you Let’s have a nice party Me too! I’m so excited 22:38 Congrats I was sightseeing in the other room I don’t like flowers I’m just getting started? When will I see the ending? I wish you would focus on developing the game If you’re glad, why not materialize it than speak it? I prefer my home Ok, but only until the party is held This isn’t an illegal pyramid scheme is it? We didn’t chat much, you’re leaving already? Day 3 – 100% 00:31 Under the Shimmering I wanted to chill out more Your biorhythm will break I want to see V’s photos Are you in a motorcycle gang? That’s the thing, you can never find your license when needed Wow! It’s you when you were younger I want to chat with everyone Aren’t motorcycles dangerous What if something dangerous happens? How did the crash occur? It would have been serious if V didn’t follow you V, you should take photos of me Flowers? Where you Zen’s fan? You still look promising I lie low for a while You seem to be coming in at late hours. Are you okay? V you go well with wine! Don’t drink too much I’m like that as well I’m going to stay up late 02:46 Paradox of the Survival Ray why aren’t you sleeping You seem to have a lot of work There’s the modern convenience called the phone Wonder why it grew in two stalks One of it is like an extra giveaway I want to save the weaker stalk Rescue both A flower gained from the other’s sacrifice It was fun, with hidden morals and all Are you going back to work? 07:00 Take Care of Your Health Why don’t you lower the brightness I’ll get ready to write it down Can I taste it It’s not like the stakes are…. Send in an ingredients review Seems you have an innocent spot Jumin Throwing it out down the drain…something made with great difficulty Catching your breath is important Tell me more of this cleaning fairy Awesome! Why don’t we learn its secret Jaehee good morning Too bad, you were this close You just came in. Already leaving? Isn’t it enough to have one friend like V? Can someone translate what Seven’s saying I thought it was funny Don’t forget to bring Sevenstar Drink V2 09:13 Back in the Days A morning meeting of beautiful people I’m ready to hit save When did you debut The story goes it was your girlfriend What photo did V debut with Zen, I invite you to the room of mirrors I wanna be – most very best Great! I’ll catch Backpack Monsters My eyes are screaming with joy Jaehee, our professional Zen critic And like this, the number of photos in my folder… AI role? It must have been easy for an AI to play an AI Jaehee have a glass of cold coffee right now It’s a meeting with V’s acquaintance right? V’s dad… I wonder what kind of person he is He would have received hardcore education I like V’s humble attitude I think they pair well together You do know beer isn’t brunch Does V know about this I want to be friends with V Jaehee have a great day! 12:22 My Best Friend Not yet Of course! Friends are really dear You’re friends with flowers Daffodils I think I feel more close with friends inside the game I’m jealous I don’t feel it at all… I wish you’d be more obsessed Ray, are you working for this person? I think I would want to leave here Bye! 14:09 Small Cute Adorable Oh Savior of Justice! What’s your real job What a dangerous mission…. I understand her. She must have been surprised your mission is dangerous I pray for your successful mission Do I need to feed the fairy Is three days enough Got it I was about to recommend the first one Cars are dreams! Since it’s largely influencing the national economy… Okay… good bye What is it Not really Wouldn’t V’s mother’s hair color have been mint I wish a dragon would come Let’s make an equal world It looks like a strong name Okay let’s invite it Wow How is that person related to you We cannot decline someone like that Whoa are you going to fall now I want to try that I’d expect nothing less from someone V appointed Didn’t he invite vampire and udon I’m worried V might become baffled I’ll start my grand afternoon 16:32 Precious Friend V! Hi I think it’ll be fun Two friends gathered What kind of person is V’s father? Ah, you two should enjoy your conversation through the phone Oh…you’ve become estranged I think it’ll be a good occasion to get together V you seem very uncomfortable with your father You must have seen each other often I want to hear memories Cute! I think V won Please don’t say that It’s going to get better little by little V don’t fall into too much despair and cheer up Though he looks very cold on the outside Is there anything I can do for V? I’m going to think of V 18:24 Explosion of Emotions Yes I did Yoosung you must be in pain Welcome Zen the gorgeous Yoosung is exploding with emotions Aunt and uncle? woah…isn’t that harsh? Rika was adopted? I didn’t know since Rika had a bright image V’s trying hard, too. Leave him alone for a bit having someone next to you would help yup. It is a heal all potion don’t treat yoosung like a child I don’t think it’s a good idea to enforce your method everyone might become lighthearted when everyone reveals the truth his way of grieving might be out of this world if you ride the motorcycle, v will get worried zen you’ll look gorgeous even after sweating 20:11 Reason Behind the Curiosity why does the background look different when you log on? I’m not in my room yet um…don’t we need time to learn about each other? I feel a tad suffocated I acted naturally, not trying to pry out secrets give me a second… Ray VN: aren’t you busy? you said you needed caffeine I’m not an idiot it’s a little chilly but…just what is this place? already? I don’t want to go back, I feel trapped 21:49 Power of the Coordinator cleaning fairy! yes it was great talking to v and all yes! when can I receive the reimbursement? I’m holding the phone right now I’m embarrassed wow! sure-- feels great that he’s looking out for me v said not to advertise I want to buy one for v bye, mr. advertiser 23:07 Another Level of Salvation jaehee you should have some sevenstar drink seven will be able to avoid them without a problem} why don’t you go to a shaman? yes…I hope they stop before they create more victims yoosung, what have you been up to? no.. we must stop him! did you fall into the world of gaming? isn’t that a virus? sniff…I smell something…the smell of a spaceship burning start binge gaming I believe it’s a problem you eventually have to return to and solve sounds like good words, but it’s always better….. I can see how dangerous it is just by hearing it why don’t we, the rfa, inherit and continue? yoosung, it might be time for professional help whoa, interesting let’s invite him! vent out your stress by gaming I think he just needs a way to vent I think I should get some rest too Day 4 – 91% 00:16 I Keep Thinking of You what brings you here? that’s the one we saw in the corridor umm I think you got too excited that sounds a bit creepy all members of rfa are fabulous I’m sure v will tell me his plan it’s good I get to help those in need no, money can’t solve everything don’t you think it’s natural they overcome their concerns/become better people? the period of unsteady anxiety is meaningful, for the sake of overcoming pain can I save everyone if I see the endings? that is a happy ending, right? actually…yeah, sometimes what’s the enrollment procedure? I’m gonna stay up for a bit 08:15 All-Nighter jaehee have you seen seven’s picture? I will immediately set it as my background tell me about it, health is everything welcome cutie boy of rfa you didn’t stay up all night thinking about rika…? I’m also staying up all night for a game with a bunch of AIs congrats! napping on a bus? what kind of friends did you meet? I’m jealous, I wanna be rich how did you deal with your stress, jeahee? hiking? hehehe… I gotta finish what I started let’s meet nice and happy at the party shouldn’t we trust v and wait for him? I think there’s a good reason… from now on, play just about right I hope you dream about LOLOL I think he deserves an applaud…. sure I’ll see you later! Leave yoosung to me 10:22 understanding and respect welcome v! is there anything you’d like to know about me of course! Not matter what happens I don’t think it’s too late we’re getting to know each other are you jealous? I can’t tell you anymore. There’s a good reason. That’s why its frustrating interest…? Wait, are you? is there something wrong? if that’s the case, it’s a bit sad it's ok. Everyone has different history there is no good or bad family, there is only my family you’re also a proud son, v count me in! I hope my joining can help rfa progress in a good way I think you can do a good job, v goodbye! privilege of a friend! why are you making secrets? They must be a burden… even though you might not suit him, you’re charming on your own thank you v, have a good day 12:00 I really want to see you huh? You’re back you should go to the hospital I can take care of myself he sounded like…you’re a threat to rfa I don’t think v is a bad person looks like you hate all members us…? I can start all over! what benefits do I get if I make the contract? you mean yoosung? did you screw up? what kind of surprise? I’ll get to enjoy the game only when I keep good relationships with the AI bye now! I’ll try 14:41 portrait of the youthful days are you awake now yoosung? you poor dear but it’s been barely a year holding the party to success? you don’t have to get into a big company that’s not a simple problem…it’s difficult to fix you’ve been whining a lot today maybe jumin will hire you whoa! That’s one knack of timing whoa that was brave some people get jobs because they wanna make money I hope social discrepancy will be gone soon it's somewhere around average a group of people who don’t believe in IQ why do you want to use him as your intern? so you want someone obedient the smiley face of horror you guys have a complicated relationship right he is I’m sure this is sensitive, but why not have v as your role model? you can’t choose what family you’re born into he’s a good man who could it be? is it time for your class? I don’t think he mentioned rika for once don’t you think v needs a way to let off steam? good luck on your work jumin! 17:36 an afternoon of anxiety me? No, nothing. it looks like the messenger is working fine you’re popular v what emails? maybe it will work a few minutes later I hope it’s nothing bad I hope nothing bad happens to you seven I shouldn’t have come here, I’ve only pressured seven him? no he must’ve been shocked to his bones that must be quite a burden you carry alright. Please take care of seven Ray VN: come on in you mean this email incident with 707? I didn’t feel good seeing them anxious I’d prefer life that can be predicted I’m not sure about that 18:42 mask made of glass will seven be okay? v's burden is growing heavier every minute did you call v? what happened to… don’t pretend you’re okay. It’s heartbreaking I’m worried about you I didn’t think you’d be like this, seven you sound a bit uneasy I think you should rest c language? if inviting this language can help you calm down…. ice cream? juicy melon bar have a good one and refresh your mind v, seven, yoosung….all seem to have concerns I guess time is the answer do you report every thing to him? 20:10 zen’s worrisome looks welcome, zen the beautiful I hope he’ll cheer up I recommend sevenstar drink exercise until you pass out how was school? for now I’m cheering for v yoosung is still young only basics what kind of mask you’d better take zen’s advice when it comes to skincare hindow10 update T-T it’s annoying let’s invite him! I wanna get masks! I’ve been hearing you talk and it sounds like showing off you’re off to play but I think yoosung’s getting energetic again I can knock you out and lock you in a room I remember what jumin said…you need to be calm see you – goodnight the chat room’s dazzling! I want to see V’s pictures too you’re so sweet zen 21:53 nice v! does your phone work now? how did you know I have one? There’s an important decision I should try harder I can see how much you value RFA it hurts so much to see him in pain thank you…! yes, I like RFA! umm…I’ll look around some more when is it? will I manage to make all the preparations until the deadline? it was nice talking to you 22:49 what I want to say you’re here… I haven’t made my choice yet… that must be horrible… this is so sudden… those AIs…they’re programs you made…right? I think you should trust yourself rather than expect me to trust you you sound a bit sad I’ll think about it… VN: no thanks, I’ll return when the game is over this is a bit weird. What is it? What are you trying to do? pardon? where are we going? there are a lot of computers special elixir? what is this? it looks very suspicious you’re not telling me to drink this are you? this isn’t the time to be suspicious. Hurry up and go! who are you? What’s going on? you weren’t an AI? Were you an actual person? the RFA wasn’t AI so you’re the one who hacked the actual messenger who is this savior? none of your words agree with what you said before Day 5 – 100% 00:03 Truth Revealed ray, explain yourself about what happened! I don’t believe you, he looks and sounds like the V I know why did you lie to me? promise me you won’t do anything bad to V are you threatening me? I think I need a moment to clear my thoughts 02:00 Data Filled With Riddles looks like the hacker who sent me here doesn’t trust me anymore is V safe? do you think it’s related to me? the connection seems unstable… I’m worried that man I saw was you, right? may I , V? why would you hide him? Alright, I’ll keep a secret about what happens here seven, do you invent things a lot? you’ve encrypted them since you can’t tell right now where you are, right? did he forget the word he input? can’t you tell him you input word after a week? v shouldn’t you get help from the rest of RFA? so what about our party? V I really want to know what you’re thinking I understand that you’re trying to do this alone, but promise you’ll be safe seven thank you for understanding v I’m fine. You came to save me ok please call me as soon as you can 07:30 Trust good morning zen! I’m fine V sent seven his location in encrypted form I’ll feel so safe if you come to rescue too! I’m safe right no so please don’t worry. V will save me. I’m sure there’s a complicated reason for v…. I’ll do the best I can for the party too who is this candidate? sounds interesting! so you want us to trust v! I see! Now I get it but even if we trust him, what should we do about this weird feeling? yes I know very well that v values RFA I’m sorry I can’t tell you that… you’re so thorough. Thank you jumin! they’re very special friends yes I’m going to wait, too I will. Thank you for your concerns zen! 10:52 V’s Insecurity v does your phone work now? I’m fine! are you okay? I’m fine! nothing happened yet you had no choice. I’m glad you’re safe no thank you. For not abandoning me you’re telling me to sell you out! I can’t do that don’t blame yourself too much. Everything will be okay. It’s partially my fault I’ll trust you. And I’ll be waiting. Take care of yourself v 12:47 Lies and Two People my goodness! Where did that come from? first of all, I’m safe yet. Don’t worry about me I’m not sure… you should look at the image yoosung uploaded hold on…it might be somebody’s mistake so this person came in person to put that in your mailbox? like blackmailing letter for example… let’s not suspect members of the RFA it's written LIE on the image…this person must hate these two I agree… just who would do this? that’s a great idea watch out on your way! And be careful of alleyways maybe this person is trying to throw RFA into confusion my heart is breaking. Looks like v is going through misfortunes and mishaps please take care of yoosung gotcha. You don’t have to worry about me 15:11 Ill Will and Hypocrite you didn’t get that bizarre image too, did you? seems like it. Who could hate v that much? I’m more worried about v. there’s no doubt he’ll see this jumin, jaehee also got that photo wait…could it be? that was…an important task jumin is your work all done? jaehee… wish I could send you sevenstar drink is this person planning to send everyone at the RFA these images? why does no one know where seven lives? shouldn’t we get outside help? the eminence of the overtime all nighter wow I never knew such unit exists in C&R congrats!! Wow!! We’ll have one fabulous unit I can only see a Niagara of tears jaehee T-T is there anything I can do to help? is it okay to do without telling v? but is it okay to have our party? It’s going to be okay, right? good! Please tell him to contact me I hope v will pick up I’m so excited about the C&R intelligence unit I believe RFA will make it through this I’ll see you again! 17:59 Seven’s Plea seven did you also get a weird photo? ugh…looks like someone really hates v are you suspecting that hacker? there’s no way v is a bad person if he did, then I bet he’s heartbroken we’ve trusted him so much until now. Let’s not think bad things I’m sure it’s because he doesn’t want to put you in danger maybe there was no other choice for v I’m not sure if it’s okay to tell you that you sound tired, seven so you want v to tell you where he is, right? bye. 19:36 Zen’s View how’s yoosung doing? I’m worried we’re hearing nothing from v yet what are we going to do with v? rather I think he’s a heavy get-drunker but are you feeling better now? that’s impossible… are you going to take this opportunity to get close to jumin? there you are….finally are you really coming? Don’t you think it’d be dangerous? did you see the images? What do you think about them? v… I hope the time comes soon that’s right! You’re a hero zen I’d like to trust you, v what is this truth? yoosung, please calm down yoosung, what’s 78+544? a human relationship isn’t something you can define as one or the other yoosung I think you’ve gone too far you’re taking great care of yoosung v i hope you’d tell us the truth some day he's right! So please think about it v I think you should take care of him actually I’m having a great time. I got to meet you and a group of new people you’re still grieving a lot for Rika’s death? getting what you want doesn’t always lead to happiness v, rika’s choice is her own. It has nothing to do with you you’re saying the deceased will come back? do you think you did? v please hang in there! 21:00 How We Take in Sadness thanks for showing me what you’re like when you’re drunk It'd be fun if you two became roommates I wish I could talk to v too hello, jaehee are you awake to play games? zen T-T he’s fought bravely and fallen she’s right. I hope you understand how v would feel may I ask you why? that’s not what I was expecting to hear…but I think v had his own reasons so v was so sad he couldn’t cry that’s called the process of parting with your pain I hope that’d be the case I see…v still loves rika…it hurts a bit yes, do think about it yoosung! no, you’ve done well! I agree… let there be peace! please make the best unit. You should elevate the corporate’s value 22:22 Secrets Revealed I wanted to talk too…! I trust you you will tell us everything soon, won’t you? you mean that the person who sent the images is this hacker? but why would you try to handle this on your own? so is this hacker related to Rika? but why would you tell us all this now? so you’re here to tell us to not let ourselves waver, right? you’re saying this is something you need to do alone, aren’t you? yes, I promise I’m counting on you!

******the above chat rooms are the same for all my V bad ends. The last chat of day 5 varies slightly between the routes. Proceed to the ending you’re looking for.****** BE1: https://lizardfina.tumblr.com/post/176608511607/badend1 BE3 (yeah, again):https://lizardfina.tumblr.com/post/175732683372/be3

#mystic messenger #v route #kim jihyun #bad ending

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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An Artist's Soulmate // Huang Renjun

the prompt: renjun x reader artist/soulmate!au where he just has this one “OC” character that he constantly draws like 24/7 n then he bumps into the reader n realises like woah I’ve somehow been drawing you for years, but doesnt tell them cause its a bit creepy. I’ll leave the rest up to you bc i wanna be surprised!!

words: 1830

category: soulmate!au + fluff

author note: renjun is the softest and i love him so much and his love for art is so endearing. ft. a few awkward 00 liners.

- destinee

Renjun sat in the back of class, his notebook open. However, instead of taking notes, he was busy sketching his favorite OC.

Today he made his unnamed OC into a pirate, complete with a sword and a bandana keeping their curly hair back.

Jeno leaned to the side and watched his lab partner draw for a moment. “Why does your pirate have pink hair?”

Renjun shrugged and whispered back, “I felt like it.”

“It’s cute,” Jeno commented, staring at the drawing. “But isn’t that the same character you draw all the time?”

“So?” Renjun asked defensively. “Why can’t I draw my favorite character?”

“Don’t favorite characters have names and personalities?” Jeno asked, this time simply out of curiosity. “I find it strange that you haven’t made a personality or a name for this character.”

“It doesn’t need one,” Renjun said, quietly ending the conversation by going back to shadowing in his colored pirate ship.

The next day, Renjun sat at his desk with Jeno again, this time drawing a portrait.

He was so inthralled in the individual strands of ebony hair on his OC’s head that he barely heard the teacher announce that a new transfer student had arrived. He certainly hadn’t heard their name.

But when he looked up, just to see why a new voice had followed his teacher’s, his breath caught in his throat.

You smiled from the front of the classroom and bowed, “Hello, I’m Y/n Y/l/n.”

Everyone spoke back the default greeting, but it was Renjun who couldn’t open his mouth to speak. It was as if his mouth was filled with sawdust and his head was filled with lead. He dared to look at Jeno, but the younger boy perhaps didn’t notice what was right in front of him.

You looked just like Renjun’s OC drawings. Aside from the colored hair, and the fact that you obviously weren’t a pirate, or a conductor, or a circus trainer like some of the sketches Renjun had drawn. Renjun looked down at the historical-esque portrait he was drawing of his OC. Only it didn’t looked like his OC; it looked like you.

When you began to walk down the aisle to your desk, which was conveniently right across from his, Renjun hastily shoved his notebook in his bag, feeling his cheeks heat up.

He chewed on his eraser as the teacher talked, wondering if he should tell Jeno. Wouldn’t that be a weird thing to bring up?

Maybe he would wait until he got to the dorm, where he could ask Sicheng about it.

That seemed like the safest option, and the one where he was least likely to get ridiculed, so he set his mind on that option.

He just couldn’t help but look at you from time to time, however. Just how had he managed to draw you so perfectly detailed? You even had the same mole on your neck that his OC always had.

Renjun felt goosebumps on the back of his neck. It was a bit creepy. How could he bare to look at you knowing he had literally hundreds of drawing, doodles, and paintings of you in his room?

So he ignored you when you caught his eye and gave him a friendly smile. He turned away, seemingly disinterested.

You kept on watching him, a bit confused as to why he gave you the cold shoulder.

“Are you serious?” Sicheng asked. He placed a cup of tea in front of Renjun before sipping some tea from his own cup and sitting down.

Renjun nodded, hugging a throw pillow and staring at the tea sitting on the coffee table. “I feel like a creep.”

“How can you be a creep?” Sicheng asked. “She just transferred to your school.”

“From another school only an hour from here,” Renjun replied. “What if I saw her before and subconsciously turned her into my OC? What if I’m that guy.”

Sicheng laughed and shook his head, “Somehow, I don’t think your that guy, as you say. Maybe you two are soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” Renjun choked on his own spit at the sound of such a grown-up word. He was only a junior in high school for crying out loud. He took a sip of tea to stop the choking, and ended up with a slightly burnt tongue thanks to his inability to sip slowly. “W-Why would we be soulmates?”

Sicheng shrugged, “It’s inevitable to get the soulmate link sometime in your life. Maybe this is it.”

Renjun shook his head in disbelief, eyeing the tattoo on Sicheng’s neck. “Why wouldn’t I get a tattoo like you? Or a timer like Kun hyung?”

“Maybe it’s rare,” Sicheng answered. “Look, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Why don’t you go wash up and head to bed.”

Renjun swallowed nervously and nodded, obeying the older boy’s words. “Okay. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Renjun had a hard time sleeping that night. After tossing and turning for the umpteenth time, he finally huffed and kicked his covers off of his warm body. He grabbed his phone off of his nightstand and quickly logged onto the internet, searching all the known forums for soulmate links.

There it was: link-type 93. He clicked on the link presented and scrolled down, reading as he went.

An artist’s link is one of the only known links that works on only one side of the pair. The chosen side will draw the unchosen side as their muse, the urge to see them so strong that their artistic abilities will push forth and allow their subconscious to see their soulmate, whether their physical eyes have or not. When the chosen side witnesses the unchosen side for the first time, they will know their soulmate.

Renjun let out a sigh. Of relief or frustration, he did not know. All he could figure out was that he was the chosen side, and you had no way of knowing the two of you were soulmates unless he told you himself.

Which he vowed to never do until the two of you were older.

Even near the end of the school year, Renjun had kept his promise to himself. He hadn’t told you.

He felt too young to have a soulmate, and too young to be thinking about soulmates. Plus, he would’ve really liked to get your opinion on the whole situation. Except he couldn’t without telling you the truth.

All of his friends knew by now, and they loved to tease Renjun by calling you OC around him.

You eventually caught wind of the nickname, and one day dared to ask your lab partner, Jaemin, what it meant.

Jaemin stared at you for a long time, his mind reeling a million miles a minute to come up with anything that could keep you off Renjun’s scent. “It means obnoxious collarbones.”

You looked down at your shirt that did, in fact, show a hint of your collarbones. You frowned thoughtfully, “Obnoxious? I thought they were always kind of nice.”

Jaemin stood up nervously, “Ha ha, yeah, I guess me and my friends don’t think so. Well, gotta blast!”

“Wait—” you ran after him, confused, only to bump into the only other person left in the room.

“Sorry!” You said, bending down to pick up their things. You grabbed a sketchbook that was conveniently open, and stole a glance at the drawings inside. With a gasp and a quick look at whom the sketchbook belonged to, you continued to look through the book.

You had never talked to Renjun, save to ask about notes or to borrow a pencil. That was why you were so utterly surprised to see that every single drawing in his notebook was of you.

“It’s not what you think!” Renjun said hastily after he saw what you were doing. He ripped the sketchbook from your grasp. “We’re soulmates!”

If you thought he was creepy before, now he was just delusional. Everyone knew that soulmate links worked both ways. You would have known if he was your soulmate. You would have known as soon as you saw the boy earlier that same school year.

As if he could read your mind, the handsome boy kept talking, “Look, I thought it was weird too. You look like every one of my drawings. Sicheng told me it may have something to do with the soulmate link, so I looked it up. It did.”

You weren’t sure if you should believe him or not. On one hand, he had never done anything creepy or strange before. In fact, he was very generous and helpful in every class you two shared.

On the other hand, you had never heard of a soulmate who couldn’t feel their soulmate link.

Renjun pulled out his phone and handed it to you after clicking a few things.

You saw a screenshot taken from online, describing the artist’s soulmate link. You gulped. “So is that why you have so many weird drawings of me?”

Renjun smiled apologetically. “I didn’t want you to know until we were older. That way I could get to know you for you and you could get to know me for me. But I guess the cat is out of the bag now.”

You sat back, unable to stand up, let alone comprehend what was going on. “Let me get this straight: you’ve been drawing pictures of me before you even knew me?”

“Yeah,” Renjun answered. He flipped to a page in his sketchbook and showed you a drawing, clearly dated sometime two years ago. “I’m not creepy, I swear.”

You breathed out a small sigh. “Okay. It’s not the ideal soulmate link every girl dreams of, but it’s not that bad.”

“You mean it?” Renjun asked, offering you a hesitant smile.

“I do,” you answered. “I supposed we should go on a date or something now, since we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Renjun smiled and threw his backpack onto his shoulder before offering you a hand. As he pulled you up, he spoke, “There’s this photo gallery downtown that just opened. Should we go after school?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

The two of you walked out of the classroom, shoulders occasionally brushing. Every once in awhile you would look at Renjun, only to see him already staring at you. Then the two of you would look away with soft blushes on your cheeks as you realized you had been caught.

“By the way,” you brought up, “Does OC really mean obnoxious collarbones?”

“What?” Renjun laughed. “No! OC means original character. You were my OC, and that’s why the boys called you that. They were teasing me.”

“Oh,” you smiled and looked at the ground. “So, are there any other drawings of me?”

“Tons,” Renjun answered. “I’ll show them to you one day, if you want.”

You smiled at your new-found soulmate, only to see him already grinning fondly at you. “I’d like that.”

~the end~

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faeuniblog · 6 years

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Script for Visual Essay

This is the script for my Visual essay for Overview of the Industry. This version will have my old edits and parts I've had to leave out. Parts that have been left out will look like this.

Hello there fellow melons, hope you’re ready to be entertained cause at least one of us is gonna have fun with this essay! I’m gonna be educating you guys on the joys that are the publishing industry!

Self-Published Vs Published!

-So, what is it to publishing something?

Publishing is the broadcasting of literature, music, and information and making it available to the general public.

- “So, Melon Sandy, I see you have your book there!

If you’re a writer that’s just written the best story ever, you’ll probably want to share said book with the world so you can make lots of money and be really famous!”

-“But almighty voice in the sky who sounds super amazing and cool, like it really sucks that this is a written visual essay and not an audio one, I here you cry!”

“How do I go about share my creation with the world?!”

-“Well, you have two options little Melon Sandy. You can go to Publishing Company or Self-Publish your work.”

Now let’s talks about what a Publisher is and does.

(draw like a picture of some cool printing machine or something)

Publishing Company – Basics, Pros and Cons.

If you decide to go with the Traditional method and get published by a big publisher, you’ll need to have your work accepted by a literary agent first. Once you get an agent, they will take care of selling your manuscript to the big publishers. By going through an agent you’ll be paid an upfront advance for your work. The advance could range from £1,000 to over £100,000. You also get royalties at around 3%-6%.

Having an agent take care of shit is nice, but its damn hard to get an agent to take your work and even then, there’s no reassurance that they’ll even be able to sell your manuscript to a publisher.

If you're lucky enough to get a publisher interested.

The publisher will take care of editorial, copyediting, and design work, as well as invest in sales and marketing. Depending on whether you’re with a small or large publisher, the budget on these things can range from £15,000 to £50,000.

-You, as the writer Melon Sandy, will not have to pay anything towards these costs!-

However, one down side is that Publisher might make you edit you story in ways you don’t agree with, so you do lose a bit of control over your work.

Your book will be released both in physical and digital shops (such as Amazon and iTunes)

You probably won’t get a moving or TV deal but you stand a much higher chance by going with the traditional method. So, you get a load of support from a Publisher and Agent but in return you will have to give up a percentage of your earnings and control.

Edit: (The publisher may also tell you to remove, cut down or add content to your story if they see it as unfit, so you do lose a bit of control over your work.

Your book will receive national distribution for its physical version in physical stores while also being distributed digitally in online shops such as amazon and iTunes. )

(It’s unlikely you’ll get a movie or TV deal but they are more frequent for authors you used the traditional method. So, you get a load of support from a Publisher and Agent but in return you will have to give up a percentage of your earnings and control.)

Let’s look at J.K. Rowling as an example for publishing with a Company!

(Drawing of cool witch J.K. Rowling)

J.K. Rowling

J.K was rejected by the first literary agency she applied too, and to add insult to injury, they didn’t give back her folder! She would luckily be accepted by the next literary agency, Christopher Little. Little sent the manuscript to 12 different publishers (who all rejected it!) before finally ending up with Bloomsbury.

As when you go to a publisher, J.K was told to change the title of the US version from ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone’ to ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone’ as they didn’t think America’s would know what a ‘philosopher’ was would think it sounded boring.

Edit: (A notable change that J.K Rowling wasn’t happy about was the changing of the title ‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone’ to ‘Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone’ in the US version.

It’s said that the publishers for the US version didn’t think America’s would know what a ‘philosopher’ was and think it’s boring; so they change it to ‘Sorceror’ which sounds much more exciting.)

-“Hopefully, Melan Sandy, you won’t have a much trouble getting you book published as J.K. Rowling did.”

Self-Publishing – Basics, Pros and Cons

If you decide to go with Self-Published, there are two types of self-publishing: Digital and Old-fashioned.

One of the great things about the modern day, is the internet! (woooop Internet!)

Anyone can be an artist or writer with the internet around. Amazon charges nothing for you to upload your work to its worldwide audience or you can just post your art and stories on websites like Tumblr.

By Self-publishing, you have complete creative control over your work, meaning it can be about anything with no one to stop you! And all the money you make, is your money, no sharing with a big company!

With online shops like Amazon, you won’t get a money advance like you would if you’ll with a publisher. Your book won’t be in bookshops and you’ll still have to face some costs like editorial and copyediting.

Remember, Amazon has over 5,000,000 e-books in its store and your book will simply be one of them, so it might be hard to get attention.

If you used Amazon, you will get no money advance like you would do if you’ve with a company but you can still make money, if only a little. Your book will not be in bookshops and you still have to face some costs for stuff such as editorial and copyediting work. Amazon has over 5,000,000 e-books in its store and your book will simply be one of them, so it may be hard to achieve sales.

With free websites like Tumblr, you’re not going to make any money unless you go to separate sources such as Patreon or ko-fi and you have basically no limitation on what your work is about.

An example of the Old-fashioned method would be making, printing and selling Zine, at conversions or online. A zine (short for magazine or fanzine) is a small self-published work made up of text and images and is usually reproduced via photocopier. They can be made be a single person, or a small group. An example of some popular zines are ‘Aint-Bad Magazine’, ‘Home Zine’ and ‘Record Culture Magazine’.

Example of people who have done shit is Self-Publishing

For Self-Published, I’m going to look at The Martian and Homestuck. (awesome drawings).

The Martian is a science fiction novel written by Andy Weir in 2011. Weir started writing the book in 2009, and was rebuffed by literary agents when trying to get prior books published. Weir decided to put the book online on his website in a serial format.

Fans of his book later requested him to make an Amazon Kindle version for 99 cents (the minimum allowable price he could set). The Kindle version sold 35,000 copies in three months, quickly rising to the top of Amazon’s best-selling science-fiction list.

Podium Publishing an audiobook publisher, signed for the audiobook rights in January 2013 and in March 2013 Weir sold the prints rights to Crown for over US$100,000. In March 2, 2014, the book debuted on the New York Times Best Seller list in twelfth position.

Homestuck is a webcomic written, illustrated and animated by Andrew Hussie and published on MS Paint Adventures. The comic is a combination of static images, animated GIFs, instant message logs and games made with Adobe Flash. Homestuck arguably has the largest fan community out there, which has said to reach in the millions. Unlike the other authors on this list, Homestuck never got involved with publishers, this may be because it’s the only one on my list that’s a comic. If you go almost any conversion, you are likely to find a Homestuck fan there either cosplaying or selling zines or art.

(gonna have to leave this part out for now)

Example of both publishing with a Publishing Company and Self-Publishing. (we are all in this together)

Introducing hard-core Beatrix Potter, who refused to put up with shit from anyone! (insert badass drawing of Beatrix Potter!!!)

‘Peter Rabbit’ was Self-Published! Beatrix Potter applied to a least six different publishing houses and with her book ‘The Adventures of Peter Rabbit’ but was rejected by all of them. Beatrix Potter then went on to printer 250 copies of her first book herself. It was printed with 41 black and white woodblock engraving and a colour frontispiece (yes I do in fact know what that complicated words mean!). The book was so successful that within the year, it had been picked up by one of the six publisher who had originally rejected it (HA).

Beatrix Potter stuck again with her next book ‘The Tailor of Gloucester’ after failing to reach an agreement with ‘Frederick Warne & Co’. So, Ms Potter got on her broom took the skies again and published 500 copies privately! (I AM thinking of the right person, right??). By the end of the year, Warne had given in, cementing their relationship with Potter, saving the publishing house from bankruptcy and creating the standard for how children’s book were marketed and sold!

(Reading from paper in hand image) Beatrix Potter later went on the serves fanatically loyal to the dark lor- (confused) okay I'm definitely reading into the wrong wiki! (angry! Paper turns over to show picture of Bellatrix Lestrange and Harry Potter)

Just to clarify, apart from her not being a Harry Potter character, she really did all the book stuff. She might have been a witch though, so I don’t wanna rule that out just in case.

(gonna leave this part out too)

~~Tangent Time!~~

You may be wondering why, as a comic’s student, I would be looking authors of written work rather than comic witters. I mean look at Homestuck, as I said before, it arguably has the largest fan community out there, but I don’t think you’ll find a novel version in real life.

This is partly because, for some reason, writers of ‘word’ books generally get more attention and success then comic writers. Other reason for Homestucks lack of physical novel might be the fact that Homestuck has a lot of animations, moving visuals, sounds and music, so I can imagine that might be had to put into a book format. (But it could be done! It just hasn’t.)

I could probably write an entire other essay on these points and I feel the need to acknowledge them, but I have neither the time nor energy to do so effectively (and I’m not a masochist)…so yeah…

~~Tangent Over~~

Both methods have their pros and cons and work.

Going straight for Publishing company can be really difficult, as they may not be interested in your work to begin with and you lose a fair amount of your creative control and profits. But is the support they give worth it?

Going for Self-Published can be cool because of all the control and full profits but you need to gain the attention from the public before a publisher will even look at you. Almost all Self-Published work end up with a publisher so is this just an extra, unnecessary step?

But hey, whatever way you choose, just go for it man. Should be fun.

Ending

“So Melon Sandy have you decided how you’re going to publish you awesome book?” (I turn to look at Sandy)

(There is a crushed Melon in the floor)

“Melon Sandy?” (Confused)

(It have bow like Melon Sandy)

(I look down to see a knife in my hand with Melon blood on it…)

(Camera movies to show my face. It is coved in Melon juice…)

References

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/mar/24/jk-rowling-tells-fans-twitter-loads-rejections-before-harry-potter-success

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/mar/25/jk-rowling-harry-potter-posts-letters-of-rejection-on-twitter

http://www.writersworkshop.co.uk/How-To-Get-Published.html

https://www.bloomsbury.com/uk

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13059054-homestuck-book-one

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homestuck#frb-inline

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Martian_(Weir_novel)

https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,5753,-18387,00.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._K._Rowling#Subsequent_Harry_Potter_publications

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter

https://www.patreon.com/

https://ko-fi.com/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrix_Potter

https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2013/dec/17/beatrix-potter-peter-rabbit-self-publishing

https://www.thecreativepenn.com/self-publishing-vs-traditional/

https://www.scribendi.com/advice/traditional_versus_self_publishing.en.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publishing

https://www.format.com/magazine/galleries/art/11-cool-artist-zines

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printing_press

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zine

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