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sandrayofsun · 7 months

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What Just Happened Pt. 1

Episode 9 of only friends is THAT BITCH!!!!!!!

I don't know if I can fit everything I want into one post but we're going to try. I'll go scene by scene and insert my thoughts and reactions, as always, all opinions are valid, this is just mine!

Also I didn't screenshot everything because I'm lazy, but I got what I thought was most important (hehe)

Let's begin!

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Starting off with Ray going to talk to Sand to clear things up after everything that went down at the party and Sand looking at him LIKE THIS^^ had my jaw on the floor and my nerves quaking

This whole conversation was tension filled from the moment that Ray walked into that music room. As much as people try to analyze Ray's and Sand's motivations, I'm a simple girl at heart, and I was honestly just kicking my feet and squealing because I live for angsty romance. The distance between them, the simmering anger, the love that bubbles underneath it all IS TOO MUCH FOR ME!!!!

I loved Sand's sarcasm, and the honestly it was a little out of pocket for Ray to go to Sand after everything and say that he "thinks" he understands his feelings more now. I too would've been like ok and???

This part had me in shambles because LOOK AT SAND'S FACE! The man he loves is a total dipshit but also the cutest thing alive (Khaotung privilege is real).

LOOK AT SAND WHEN RAY SHOVES HIM!!! I let out an actual scream because wtf was this like they have such insane chemistry I could feel it in my feet. Pushing each other away, but also not being able to stay away from each other. POETIC.

This was so chef's kiss I can't even begin to explain it. Like this is literally what people write about in books, being so desperate for someone that you kiss like you'll never get to kiss them again. I had to rewatch this like 18 times to get it through my head. (clearly because I've never had this LMAO)

This was then OBVIOUSLY interrupted because in what universe are they not interrupted lol. I will however say that I slightly agree with Top here because Mew and Ray haven't at all communicated on where they stand, but also it's implied that they're "together."

Overall this was an angry, desperate, HOT and important make-out for everyone involved.

moving on!

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Sand and Nick's Bestie Getaway was honestly one of the highlights of this episode for me. I think a big part of the plot of this show is how all of these "friends" are not actually very good friends to each other. So it is really heartwarming to see a healthy friendship between these two.

I honestly laughed a lot, and I like they're not part of the main friend group because it creates a good comparison.

(I'm treating everything in this part as "one scene")

I loved seeing Sand once again put his foot down. He is having fun with this bestie and he doesn't want to see Ray. TBH it was also just funny watching Ray get shut down but also get incredibly determined to find and see Sand.

This whole part made me laugh hahahah The face Ray makes when Sand hangs up on his is priceless.

We can only upload 30 images at a time, so part two is (here)

Bye!!

#only friends the series #only friends #only friends ep9 #firstkhao #sandray #topmew #forcebook #neomark #bostonnick #send help #slay sand #go nick #ok ray #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat

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tai-janai · 2 months

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Reunite

Can they be fixed?

Path 3 - Camaraderie

(Chapter Select)

Voice of the Hero:

There... Are you alright?

The Voice is there before you even come to. Still, you nod. The pain doesn't stick.

Voice of the Hero:

Okay, good. I know you tell me to and everything, but I still feel terrible stabbing you like that.

You blink and look around at where you are now.

Rather than a wood cabin, it feels like everything is made of stone or marble. The windows have no glass, letting in chilly night air. Everything is rugged, but something in the stone breathes. It is warm where the wind doesn't blow, making everything feel less like rock, and more like bone.

Voice of the Hero:

Okay, it doesn't look bad, but it sure feels weird.

There is a small iron table, with the echo of the blade sitting atop once again. With no hesitation, you take it.

Voice of the Hero:

Are you excited? Did these past couple rounds really give you a sense of fun?

A smile pulls at your lips, almost wickedly. The adrenaline from dying still fuels you. The last fight was sopping wet, this place feels more tense, like it wants to fight you. You can't help but want to oblige.

Voice of the Hero:

Can we take a deep breath? We're here to help these people. Or... People-adjacent things.

You nod, determined.

There is something in the way of the steps down. You touch it, and it groans to the side, scratching along, grating off dust.

You step down rocky stairs. The path shakes as something hears you. It calls forth, a manic fierceness that attacks your eardrums.

Finally. Something is here.

Voice of the Hero:

What the hell? It sounds terrifying.

You're scared? Don't be. Or do, if that means you'll put up a fight.

Voice of the Hero:

I keep forgetting my monologues aren't "inner" anymore.

You make it to the last step, taking strides into the warm basement. The walls make you uneasy; You're now entirely unsure if they are made of rock or bone. At worst, it is just calcium, but the Being before you makes you doubt that.

It is slabs of meat in the shape of a person. It was once whole, but has been torn apart and sewn together by glittering sinew as if it was fabric. A firey core peeks through holes in the "sewing," making the gore almost beautiful. The head, however, is split in half down the center in a jagged tear that rejoins at the neck, which wears the same chain as the others. Muscle and nerves inside are exposed. There is one eye on each part, along with a set of skin-like horns, but no other discernible features. The two halves are propping each other up, connected only by thin lines of bodily matter. When the Being moves, the parts sway gruesomely.

The split in its head widens, somehow reading as a sinister grin. Wide, solid-white eyes somehow fixate on you, despite being at different heights and distances.

You're here.

Voice of the Hero:

Good lord! What happened to it!?

You con. A hostage isn't fair play.

Voice of the Hero:

"Hostage"?

The floor under you shifts, and you slip and fall. Your eyes shut from the impact. The ache isn't only in your back, it's as if you fall on everything at once, and it all becomes sore.

You open your eyes, and the Other is apart from you once again. It is still standing, and looks down at you worriedly.

Panic rushing through you, you lunge for him, to keep him at your side. A flat stone shoots up in front of you, stopping you. The floor cracks under the Other, and parts to bring him to the left wall. More rocks close in on him, keeping him in place in a makeshift cell.

You are sore, but you return to your feet, and hold the blade's echo in your hand. More than ever, it feels like absolutely nothing.

The Hero:

Guh. Could you at least ask before tearing me apart?

I don't need permission to save you.

The Hero:

What makes you think I need to be saved? I was perfectly fine where I was.

For what I'm about to do to this bastard, you don't want to be a part of it, I can assure you.

You tense. Part of you desperately wants to fight, and use your breath of a blade to slice even more tears into the mess before you. The other part of you senses hurt in the creature, and a pained desperation.

Behind you, there is the grinding of stone again. You look back to see the way out has closed off.

Nowhere to run.

"Why do you want to fight?"

Why wouldn't I? It feels right, like you are the only thing left to destroy. Besides, you put me here in this hell, did you expect a warm return?

Without waiting for your response, a large, flat stone shoots up from the ground and glides towards you. You pull to the side, but it grazes you, scratching your skin. Once it is past you, it crumbles and rejoins the floor.

"I didn't put you here!"

Another large slab of bone-like rock flies towards you. The Being is pushing you to fight.

Don't try to lie. I know what I've been through, it's the only thing I've known for as long as I can remember.

The Hero:

He's not lying! We don't know what put us here, either!

It doesn't matter. Look at you. You want to fight. I can see it in your eyes.

You want to deny the Being, but you can't help the bloodlust that boils in you. You know that isn't the right course of action, but the creature is literally begging for it. Small parts of your brain gnaw at you. They tell you that all you are good for is fighting.

For a moment in time, you do fight. You dodge out of the way of the Being's rocky attacks, and continue forward with the intent to hurt. However, you can never get close enough. It's more so that you are fighting rocks than the creature itself.

The Hero:

Hey!

Another dive out of the way, and you look over at the Other. The Being does as well.

The Hero:

Th-That's a little unfair, isn't it? It seems so as an, um, audience of sorts.

The Other tries to keep its tone steady, but you know it has hatched a plan. The creature growls.

What's unfair?

The Hero:

He can't even get close enough to hit you. You're not even fighting, just using the ground and pushing him back.

I can't move. If he gets close to me, I lose, because I'm rooted here, in case you hadn't noticed. I just have to wear him down until I can defeat him.

The Hero:

Why can't you move?

The Being moves as if it was going to answer him, but stops. It looks down at its rock-solid midsection and where it seems rooted into the ground. The meat of its head jostles grossly, and you can see the inside of its cranium, and a hint of that bright orange glow inside. You take the respite to catch your breath.

The floor creaks. The Being's "roots" crackle. It starts to laugh menacingly.

Oh, what a great idea this new guy had, huh?

It rises out of the floor, legs of cracked rock holding it up, emerging from the hole in the floor. It is now noticeably taller than you. Fear doesn't run through you, but the bloodthirsty corners of your mind shout. The rest of you is furious with the Other for suggesting this.

The Being takes a step forward. You tense.

Before it can reach you, its makeshift ankle cracks like it's made of salt, then separates from the foot. The Being stumbles, one foot gone. The other leg grinds against itself, and breaks at the knee. Though it has no means of expression, the creature's mismatched eyes go wide in terror as it watches, realizing what it's done. With an animalistic growl, it falls to the ground. The chains clatter. Its legs crumble. Though it is just rock, it is gruesome.

Agh... Did you know this would happen, you traitor?

It refers to the Other, who is also watching in horror. When asked, he swallows his fear and looks at you.

The Hero:

The chain, break it now.

Half of you fights, knowing the cruelty of striking when the foe is down, but you know the end goal is worth it.

You walk closer. It is strewn on the floor, helpless without its legs. The Being struggles. Its bloody, misshapen hands push against the ground. It tries to summon more rock to push you away, but it is no longer connected to the earth like it had been.

No, no!

It can't do much against you as you near. You crouch down and reach for the chain. Your fingers brush it.

And nothing happens.

"What?"

In shock, you stand and recoil. The Being takes the chance and shoves you away with its patchwork-skin arms.

Is that all you've got for me? Cheating? And you say you didn't put me here; sentencing eternal damnation sounds right up your alley.

The Hero:

Why didn't it work?

You think about the pattern of the two before this. What made them change?

You watch the mess of sewn meat struggle to raise itself. Bloody hands hold itself up, and anything that isn't stitched flops about. You sense the hatred it has for you.

Then it clicks.

"You have to trust me."

As far as I can throw you, until you're skin and bones.

The Hero:

You're the only one rearing death. Please, just, let us help you.

I'm fine. I'm not dead yet. I don't plan on being dead. Not soon, not ever.

It heaves large breaths through its split-open head. It's chest expands and deflates with the effort, pulling every threat taught. How are you going to make something so dead-set on fighting change its mind? You can barely change your own.

You squint. You focus on the parts that want to fight. You ask yourself why they're there. Then you ask the Being.

"I'll ask you again: Why do you want to fight me?"

I wouldn't lose. If you were strong enough, you wouldn't either.

Though you're settling down, the creature still struggles. It props itself up on its stony midsection. some of the "threads" that bind the loose skin have come undone. The Being is falling apart.

"Be honest with me."

I am.

It lunges at you, wet meat and scraping sounds groan from it, along with the rustling of its chain. You easily dodge out of the way. Once again, more firmly, you ask it that question.

"Why do you want to fight me?"

If I don't die, the fight never ends. I'll have someone... I'll do something for the rest of eternity, instead of being alone and petrifying in this stupid place.

"Why don't you want to leave?"

The creature shudders as it holds itself up. The adrenaline is leaving you, so you know it must be leaving it, too. Its voice wavers.

I don't care about leaving. You're here. I'm not going to be a victim of you anymore.

It throws a fist at you, but it is only skin. It crashes against you, and folds in on itself. The Being grunts in disbelief. You lower yourself, and reach out a hand. It flinches. You cradle a half of its mangled face in your palm.

It turns its head out of your hold.

Why did you put me here?

You have no chance to answer. The feathers appear and close in on the creature. You're close enough now to feel them flutter over your skin. The chain clinks weakly, not having far to fall.

When they're gone, the creature is now another thing shaped like you, lying on the floor. It's eyes open. After a second, it shoves you away.

It unsteadily rises to its feet, frantic. It feels its face, now whole again after an unknown eternity of time. This one is more muscled. Its feathers are ruffled and unkempt, but large, for intimidation. Its scales are scattered in uneven patterns, making the skin beneath them look like ribbons of veins.

The Stubborn:

What... are you? Why was that thing in you?

The Hero:

Would you mind getting "That Thing" out of this cage you put it in?

The new one looks over at him, as if that request was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

The Stubborn:

You can't do it yourself?

The Other scoffs, but does start trying to climb over the walls of rocks that come up just below its chest. The new one turns back to you.

The Stubborn:

When you came down here, you felt like what I knew before. Now you just feel pathetic. No point in fighting something so soft.

"I... Changed?"

The Stubborn:

Yeah, for the worse.

Though its voice bleeds disappointment, it extends a hand to you, inviting you to stand. You take it, and he hoists you to your feet.

The other you approaches after climbing out of its prison. The new one turns to him.

The Stubborn:

See? That wasn't so hard. It wasn't meant to keep you there forever.

The Hero:

Yeah, yeah. You didn't have to do that though. Either way, do you feel better now? Not... Splitting at the seams like before?

The Stubborn:

I was fine. How I am now depends on what comes next.

The Hero:

You were the one who put up the walls in front of the exit. We can't even go back up.

The new one looks between you two, then trods over to the doorway in question on unstable feet. It clearly isn't used to them.

Still, it comes face-to-face with the large slab of stone. The two of You watch him. A clawed foot is placed on it. You and the Other are uncertain in silence.

After a second, a crack forms down the center of the rock. Then more cracks form, until the new one shifts its entire weight forward, and the stone crumbles. The exit is open.

He steps back, readjusting himself.

The Stubborn:

It wasn't tough at all, if you'd just tried.

Its tone isn't berating you, but rather it is disappointed in itself. Its stones weren't as tough as they seemed, and it admits this to you. If you actually had tried to escape, there wouldn't have been much it could do to stop you.

The Stubborn:

I just had to hope you wouldn't.

The other you steps towards him first, and you follow. The new one faces the two of You.

The Hero:

We're not going anywhere. Well, no, I'm not, at least.

He throws up his hands in front of him and makes an awkward face. The new one looks at you with a disheartened grimace.

The Stubborn:

You're leaving?

"Yes. There are others trapped like you, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that can free them."

Its lips go thin, and it looks away, somewhat flustered.

The Stubborn:

Well, when you make it sound like that, it'd be a dick move to keep you here, wouldn't it?

You smile. It is refreshing to see such a display of humanity. He steps out of the doorway of the stairs.

The Stubborn:

Whatever. Go on then. One of you's better than none.

The Hero:

Oh, if only it could just "go on."

The Stubborn:

What?

With no further words, you once again hand over the blade to the Other. The new one watches the exchange, quickly realizing what is to take place.

The Stubborn:

Well. You fought dirty. But I'll give it to you; you didn't give up on me.

You grin at him. The Other raises the blade. The sharpness pierces your chest once again, and it shoots through you. It hurts worse than it ever has.

The other you can't find the right words to say.

The Hero:

I'm sorry. ... Bye.

Tears are stinging your eyes for the first time. Either way, everything goes dark.

#<scratches head> why me and the other fic writer make stubborn a rock type #why is he literally sand and rock #anyway #stp #slay the princess #stp fanfic #fanfic #stp fanart #voice of the hero

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