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bloodyhoon · 17 days

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the love club [ch 9]

genre: high school fanfiction, love triangle (park sunghoon x female!reader x sim jake) angst, fluff.

warnings: crying, mentions of death, kissing. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 2.7K

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Two years had passed since a part of you began to feel alone and incomplete. Since you felt that your life had lost a part of its colors, a part of your shine had gone out and a part of your heart had gone with your mother, who had left two years ago. And every day you missed her with every fiber of your body to a level that you felt your body tear with pain at not being able to be in her arms, sometimes you wanted to scream and cry when you realize how you were slowly forgetting what it felt like to hear her voice, what her smell was like, what it was like to be in the warmth of her embrace. And her beautiful face. You felt that you were being punished, perhaps in another of your lives you had done something so serious that you deserved this suffering and for a long time you begged and you apologized to the universe for that, although you didn't even know why. If you had the opportunity to make a wish, that would be go back in time and stop just before the moment when that car crashed into the bus where your mother was traveling the afternoon they took her life was taken from her without warning.

Coming out of your thoughts, you clung to the blanket in your arms and hugged it tightly while with a sigh your eyes were lost on the pastel green wall of your room. That was the blanket your mother had knitted for you while she was waiting for your birth. You thought about everything and at the same time you were lost, alone and helpless. It was always like this, on the first anniversary of your mother's death you hadn't left your room for about two weeks, your father did everything possible to help you get ahead and you just refused to exist. Faced with those memories, you felt sorry for your father, he was suffering in the same way as you and yet he appeared strong and gave you the strength to continue. You felt selfish and embarrassed to look into his eyes, but he always held you in his arms and told you that everything was okay and that you weren't alone, and you had never done the same for him.

Over time, things got better and you moved on, you both moved away and you were enjoying the life you were living now, but you knew that eventually this day would come and you would return to that darkness that consumed you at that time. Your father had returned to Japan three days ago when he noticed that you were handling the situation well, offering to go with him to visit your maternal family and worship your late mother, but you still weren't ready to let her go so you refused, your father of course didn't insist and just left, contacting you all the time to make sure you were safe and well. Three days passed in which you had not left your house, you had not attended classes and you barely talked to your friends. You were hurting and you needed time, you didn't want to sit in front of your friends and fake happiness when you didn't feel it and you didn't want them to feel obligated to grieve with you either.

Your phone began to vibrate on the nightstand, when you see the screen, it marked around midnight and the name "Jaeyun" was blinking, illuminating everything around you. You hesitated for a few seconds as you watched the incoming call, but a part of you just said that you should answer and not make your friends worry, show them that you were not really bad as they thought and that little by little you were starting to be okay again. It would be selfish not to give even signs of life.

"Hello?" Your voice was a little hoarse and congested from crying the previous few days, so you cleared your throat quietly.

"Y/n, thank god" Jaeyun sounded worried "I know you're not having a good time, I'm sorry for bothering you, but I really wanted to hear from you after so many days. In fact, we all want to know about you, Yeji hasn't stopped asking how you feel and Riki no longer knows how to stop her from going to your house."

"I'm fine, Jaeyun" you were moved by his words and tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. "You don't have to worry, I'm just sad. I need some more time to myself to cope with this, I'll be much better soon."

"I understand" the boy remained silent for a few seconds. "You really don't want me to come see you? Maybe being accompanied will make you feel-"

"No" you were much colder than you intended. "I promise I'm fine, please stop worrying." The boy sighed a little frustrated on the other side of the line and nodded to himself, realizing that he didn't have to insist.

"Listen y/n, I know that sometimes words don't help much, but you will be okay, eventually it will stop hurting and you will learn to live with this, you are a great and strong girl, I assure you that your mom is proud of you. We are all proud of you, never doubt it."

Those words made some accumulated tears fall down your face, but you concentrated on breathing deeply trying to control your altered emotions, Jaeyun knew perfectly well that you were crying and it broke his heart not to be there with you to hold you warmly in his arms.

"Thank you Jaeyun" your voice sounded tiny compared to always "I really appreciate it."

After a few more words, the boy cut the call making you promise that if you needed anything or anyone you would call him without hesitation and he would be there for you in just a matter of minutes. You felt your heart warmed by Jaeyun's kindness and tenderness, not being able to believe that someone like him existed in the world and that he was there for you. Surprisingly, you felt comforted and a little more encouraged than other times, thinking that the year was not being so difficult thanks to the company of your friends.

A couple of hours passed in which you continued with your lost gaze on the wall, your father had called you too and you had talked for a few minutes before he said that he would return the next day, please take care of yourself and call him if something happened to you, or if you just needed to talk. You decided to get out of your bed and take a hot bath, your body ached from the tension you had carried the last few days in which you had been curled up in your bed living with your sadness as best you could. The clock showed 2am and you were already ready to go to sleep when a notification flashed on your phone screen with a message.

Sunghoon: how you feel?

You were a little surprised to receive that message, the black-haired boy had been the only one to not call you or ask about you apparently, so the message was a little sudden and at that time it was even more so.

You: i'm fine.

You didn't have anything else to say and you didn't feel like you could express much by message, so you just locked your phone and left it on your bed, it was only a few seconds until it rang again.

Sunghoon: can you go out for a second?

You raised your head suddenly and looked at the door of your room for a moment, then you just ran down the hallway directly to the entrance, and stopped dead, hesitating for a few seconds. Was he playing with you? It was late and the night was colder than normal, there was no way he would be at the door of your house at that time. But without thinking about it anymore, you gathered courage and opened the front door of your house. Park Sunghoon was actually standing in front of you in the cold night, dressing as casually and comfortably as possible as if he came straight from home. He had a worried look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" You couldn't hide your nervousness and trembling voice.

Sunghoon scanned you quickly with his eyes and you felt embarrassed because you were wearing plain gray pajamas, your long hair was darker because it was wet falling on your shoulders, your face was quite pale and your eyes were a little puffy. Your eyes showed the sadness you were hiding and the image completely destroyed his heart.

"I-" he didn't know what to answer you, he had really only decided to show up at your door after Jaeyun told them that he had talked to you hours before. It wasn't enough for him to be told that you were fine, nor was it enough for him to ask you by message, he needed to see you with his own eyes and that's when he realized that you really weren't fine as you were trying to show, your eyes didn't lie, so he impulsively entered and closed the door behind him, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to his body, hugging you tightly.

You were more than just surprised, your body felt weak and anguish completely invaded you, so you went limp in his arms and cried without being able to contain yourself. It was the first time you cried for your mother in the arms of someone other than your father, in fact, it was the first time you cried in front of another person exposing how broken your heart really was and how all this time you had not needing more than a comforting hug where you could cry. Sunghoon just held you tightly and caressed your hair without saying anything, demonstrating with just an action what no one had been able to with words.

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Silence reigned in your room as you looked at your hands resting on your lap, Sunghoon was sitting in front of you observing every corner of your pretty face while gently removing the loose hair that fell on your forehead. You were both in the comfort of your room after a few long minutes in which you had managed to calm your crying and you felt better. Sunghoon could only look at you waiting for you to want to talk and if you didn't want to talk, he didn't care he would stay there with you in silence until he made sure you smiled again.

"You didn't have to come" you felt ashamed, you didn't think it was necessary for everyone to worry about you when you had only gotten used to isolating yourself and facing your feelings alone until you eventually kept them inside and felt good again. You also didn't expect yourself to cry like that in front of the black-haired boy, you didn't expect that his hug would release your hidden feelings so much.

"Yes, I had to" Sunghoon continued stroking your hair, with his other hand holding one of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. "You don't have to face your pain alone, you have many people caring about you ready to let you cry with them. I am one, that's why I am here. You don't have to be ashamed, if you feel like you want to cry you just have to do it so you can feel better." Sunghoon's tone of voice was soft and his words pierced the deepest part of your heart, you just nodded to his words silently.

"You can cry all you want" Sunghoon continued, "And if you feel like you've cried enough, then we can just stay silent, but I won't leave you alone."

"Hoon" the boy's eyes shine brightly at that simple nickname that he was used to, but that sounded so good coming from you "Thank you"

"Why are you thanking me like I'm doing you a favor?" the boy denied and smiled kindly at you "I'm doing this because I want to, I really had a hard time not coming sooner. I was desperate to see your pretty face and I was scared that you were going through this difficult time alone."

His hands cupped your cheeks and both of your gazes met. Sunghoon's eyes were sincere, with a small smile gracing his lips and you felt your heart beat rapidly at the complete attention the boy was giving you. You felt that Sunghoon's eyes were so expressive that a simple look told you everything that his mouth didn't, you felt accompanied and above all you felt comfortable, you felt that you could hold his gaze even though before it caused you so many nerves. Sunghoon looked doubtful for a few seconds as he looked into your eyes, then he looked at your pink lips, your face was flushed from crying, but he also knew that it wasn't just because of that and he really tried not to say what was going through his mind, but he felt like he couldn't help it.

"I really want to kiss you right now," those words came out almost as a whisper as he pressed his forehead to yours. He didn't doubt it, he had that idea in his mind for a few weeks, when he began to notice things in you that he never noticed in anyone else, when he began to see you with different eyes and his heart raced when you showed him your smile.

“Then do it” you replied and closed your eyes tightly, feeling shy.

Sunghoon moved slightly away from you, taking the time to continue looking at your face so closely after hearing that answer. You opened your shiny eyes and felt embarrassed when the black-haired boy did nothing but stare at you blankly, but in a matter of seconds he brought a hand to the back of your neck and firmly attached his lips to yours. You were startled as you were beginning to think that he would not kiss you and you put your hands on the boy's shoulders without hesitation, Sunghoon hugged your waist, lifting your feather-light body and pulling you closer to him. He kissed you with passion and firmness, for some reason you felt as if you had waited for that moment all your life and that his lips fit perfectly with yours, made to be together. You hugged his shoulders and let yourself go, you felt on cloud nine and as if you were in the right place and with the right person. You felt an inexplicable connection while your lips moved in rhythm without wanting to separate even though you knew you had to. Sunghoon lightly squeezed your waist and broke off that passionate kiss, he knew that if you continued kissing like that it wouldn't all end with a simple kiss.

"Y/n-" he said your name in a breath, still with his lips brushing yours and his eyes closed, not daring to let the moment go. You didn't know what led you to react that way, but you attached your lips to his desperately again as you moved closer to his body, almost climbing onto his lap, Sunghoon stifled a moan at your initiative and wrapped both his arms around your waist as the kiss deepened again. The atmosphere was beginning to change and get hot, he knew that if he didn't really stop at that moment, then he never would, so once again with difficulty separated from you and held you in his arms tenderly while he left a few last short kisses on your lips, feeling guilty for stopping "wait, wait."

"I'm sorry" you didn't know why you were apologizing when suddenly the situation hit you and you felt ashamed of what had happened, Your eyes were still closed tightly while the boy looked at you with a smile, then hugged you gently and left light caresses on your back with tenderness. Sunghoon laughed softly at how embarrassed you looked and you melted into his arms at the sound, hiding your face in his chest and not wanting to look into his eyes again.

"You don't have to apologize, pretty," he replied, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face, "just... it's not the time, you're not thinking clearly and I don't want you to feel bad later.

Both of you stood in silence with your bodies hugged together, your breathing a little irregular like your heartbeats as you processed everything that had happened minutes before. Neither of you expected things to turn out that way, but you both felt comforted and fulfilled with yourselves. Your heart was beating irregularly and not only because of the hectic moment, but because you couldn't believe what had just happened and how you felt so calm, being that it was Sunghoon, the boy who managed to make you nervous the most with the slightest action. You put some of your sadness aside for the rest of the time and Sunghoon felt happy to be next to you, hugging your body tightly, not wanting to let you go.

n/a: there aren't many chapters left until it ends. fun not so funny fact I had this story in drafts for almost two years but I never thought about publishing it because it was never my favorite story written by me, my study friend encouraged me to leave it free haha. right now it doesn't feel like something I wrote, compared to the way I write now but I grew fond of it a little

tl: @minhypenreblogs @deobitifull @youresolivlie @oneheart-break @lol6sposts

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voile-de-lune · 2 years

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📚Books you will find in Jake’s library

Growing up Jake was always surrounded by books—his mother being an English teacher has something to do with it too—and reading was one his favourite pastimes. His passion for literature is something that still accompanies him to this day, the incredible library he owns a testament to that. Among his favourite you can find the following books:

✦ Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

The book that inspired this post, is more than just an epistolary, it’s a short, intense essay on aesthetics and morality, where Rilke talks about the importance of solitude, nature, equality, being a writer, exploring and loving the world around us in its mundane simplicity. Rilke’s words are full of wisdom and Jake found comfort in the pages of this short book since the first he read them. To this day, this book is a major source of inspiration for both is career as a Chef and his creative process as a writer/poet and one he often read in moments of uncertainty.

Ask yourself in the quietest hour of your night: must I write? Dig down into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be in the affirmative, if you may meet this solemn question with a strong and simple “I must”, then build your life according to this necessity; your life must, right to its most unimportant and in- significant hour, become a token and a witness of this impulse. [...] A work of art is good if it has grown out of necessity.

✧ A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

As the feminist he is, Jake strongly sympathises with this thought-provoking extended essay, written with wit, irony and satire where Woolf discusses the role of women and fiction. Page after page, the pieces of a world built by men for men are dismantled, making way for a vision of equality that must cease to be, at least for young women, merely a utopia.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

✦ Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver

In this collection of 19 essays, poet Mary Oliver reflects on the natural world, animals and the literary masters who have mentored her, similar to Rilke, touching on themes such as solitude, acceptance and writing as an art.

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple—or a green field—a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing—an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness—wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak—to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

✧ Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong

I believe Jake is a big fan of Vuong's work and knows poems from On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous and Night Sky with Exit Wounds by heart. However, the recently published Time is a Mother is the book that resonates with him the most. The topic of this collection of poems—the author’s grief over the loss of his mother and the will to survive beyond it—it something that deeply touches Jake since I headcanon him losing his father at an early age and still trying to cope with it.

I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air—and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.

✦ Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despiar by Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda is an author I often associate with Jake and this collection of poetry about love, lust and sadness is one of his comfort reads.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

Which other books or authors do you think Jake love?

#litg #litg s2 #litg jake #litg jake wilson #rainer maria rilke #virginia woolf #mary oliver #ocean vuong #pablo nerud

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laladellakang · 2 years

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hey, when you get time can u maybe make a chapter where Della is dancing for her AOTM (artist of the month) performance to the song Tip Toe by Jason Derulo, i think Itzy's Yeji and Chearyeong did a cover or sum and IM SO SORRY IF ITS TOOO MUCH... <3

noo hun, it’s not! and i saw your request on wattpad too and btw, just so you guys know:

if i don’t reply to your request in an ask, just know that i see it and will reply when i have the fic up! (like now) sometimes i feel more inspired by a request more than another so it’ll take a while so please be patient!

2022.03.14

della's birthday and their anniversary is coming up!

"Oh right! My Artist of The Month was posted today too!" a comment on Della's birthday V-Live reminded the girl.

"So they've actually been contacting the company since January- since I became an adult, but obviously we had a comeback and a lot of schedules so I couldn't do it. Though I promised them that I will be able to be March's artist as a birthday present, and they wholeheartedly agreed. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did," she quickly translated the whole thing in English before going back to reading the comments.

"'What did the boys think of it?' What did the boys think of it?" Della chuckled, recalling what happened earlier that day. "Y'know- I wouldn't let them see the choreography or anything before today.."

"When is your Artist of The Month coming out?" Niki asked Della when they all just finished their lunch in the cafeteria.

"Any minute no-"

"It's out!" Sunoo exclaimed, looking at his phone screen.

"Ya ya, let's watch it!" Jay got up to return his tray.

"Where should we watch it?" Jungwon asked, also getting up.

"I brought my laptop! Let's just watch in the green room."

"Let's go!"

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"Eyy. 'Artist of The Month, Della,'" Jay read out the thumbnail. "'Daisy X Tip Toe.'"

"How do you choose the music?" Sunghoon asked.

"I chose it," Della grinned. "I think everyone gets to choose their songs."

"Oh, really?" Niki's hand went to click on the video. "Let's go!" they all sat up straight in anticipation. "Woah!"

"Head to toe leather," her outfit caught Jay's attention first.

"Ah it's really Della style," Heeseung grinned, touching his chin.

"The lyrics is also Della style," Jake snickered. "Right, daddy?" his comment made the girl slap his arm. "Ack!"

"Ahh, it's this songg!" Sunghoon recalled hearing it on TikTok.

"Ahh, how do you do that with your expressions?" Sunoo whined while locking his arm with Della's.

"You're also good!" everyone assured the guy.

"What? What?" video-Della started lypsincing to the laugh in the music. "Eyy!" they cheers returned when the scene changed. The song and outfit was also different.

"It's so contrasting from earlier!" Jungwon smiled, leaning back and looking up at Della. He was in between her legs on the floor.

"Yeah- that's why I wanted to do two songs. They're both really distinct," she played with his hair.

"Wah, your isolations are crazy," Jake imitated a move she did with a slight head tilt.

Throughout the video, only one member was completely quiet. He was watching intently while giving out a few nods every so often.

"Wah!" everyone applauded when it was finished. "So cool! It was so cool!"

"Niki-ya, what did you think? You were very quiet," Heeseung placed a hand on the younger's shoulder.

"Perfect as always. It really shows your hip and uhh... charismatic... side? One is really smooth and the other one is really powerful so it was so cool- it's perfect," as expected from the dance leader.

"ありがとう, partner," Della extended one hand to hold his. Her other arm was still intwined with Sunoo's. [arigatou = thanks]

"It's really sexy though.." Sunghoon borderline complained.

"That's right! Della-ya! It's so provocative," Jungwon scolded with a slap to her calf.

"Why do you think they haven't sent Niki an invitation and waited until I turn twenty?"

They then proceeded to lecture her for five minutes, adding a 'but you still did amazing' every time they finish.

"We watched it together and they really liked it- they said it was cool! They said it was really my style," she paused for a second.

"-and they didn't get protective at all," she gave the camera a knowing look. "Not even the slightest."

heeseung, sunghoon and sunoo's 'ah's are all different tones but how am i supposed to describe that...

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stupidkinbs · 2 years

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(KINDA BEING REVAMPED PLEASE PARDON THE MESS TY)

last updated: i honestly don’t remember uh but im writing this as of June 16th 2023

alright. ig im doin this now

yo, sup. ive concluded that i kin jade strider (daveways). therefore, here i am, making a canon call. the only SUPERRR clear things i got are the fact that everyone else was swapped as well (john lalonde [roseways], rose egbert, and dave harley) and that i was especially close with rose (so im rlly looking for her rn but i wanna meet everyone eventually ofc).

EDIT: FOUND JOHN!! ( @stickykeyyss )

EDIT 2: FOUND DAVE!!! ( @meganeuridaex )

EDIT 3: ROSE!!!! ( @roseegglonde )

the whole beta group is together! :D

more info under the cut: vv

i had wavy/semi-curly black hair (it was about like... just an inch or two past my shoulders) round shades (though i sometimes had to swap them out for glasses, my vision wasn’t and still isn’t the best lmao), with the same buck teeth w/ red eyes. had an oversized white tee w/ red sleeves and loose pants. maybe sweatpants? i feel like i might of worn a skirt a few times before though. + scuffed up red sneaks. im not sure what symbol yet. had a couple scars but they aren’t really visible. was a witch of time and prospit dreamer. i’m not entirely sure what my symbol was honestly, but it might of been a cassette tape? or something of that nature.

[i mean i have a sprite edit of myself but like…its good to explain lol]

i liked music a lot. like. a lot a lot. not just rap though; plenty of different genres. i made my own sometimes too and owned a guitar. i also liked rhythm games! those were fun. i owned a venus flytrap since i still had a soft spot for plants. i lived in an apartment and had a god awful sleep schedule. i had bro (jake strider) as my guardian.

john had this dark purple sweater and this broody look on his face like alllll the time. but he's a softie at heart lmao. anyway, he had square glasses and purple eyes. fluffy(?) black hair that could never be tamed and the same buck teeth. it was always a bit long since he didn’t cut it too often. he went grimdark at some point. he was a heir of light + prospit dreamer. he had a cat symbol.

john had these moments where he would just go mia for long periods. he eventually stopped doing that as the game went on though. i believe dave helped him out? they were very close. he liked to make movies.

rose had short blond hair and a dark blue headband. dave said that it might of had cat ears on it + her hair likely was curly. had a blue skirt and blue eyes and wore a pair of square glasses. she always was so smiley too. seer of breath and derse dreamer. she had a ghost symbol.

rose loved video games and the like, along with ghosts and the paranormal. she also liked to play pranks! she lived in a suburb with her mom (roxy crocker). she also had jaspers as a pet.

dave, my man.…. blond curly-ish hair. less curly than rose's though. more…wavy. green eyes, freckles, and he wore a pair of glasses that changed into sunglasses. he wore a patterned green flannel, a shirt with a bird symbol, and board shorts + a pair of flip flops. he went birdtier at some point. he lived on the pacific island. knight of space + derse dreamer. he liked to talk to me personally about animals. oh, and he was penpals with dirk english because of weird time bullshit.

here’s whatever i could think of for descriptions of us (with the help of my canonmates). i hope this is enough to go off of.

troll swaps include:

Aradia Makara - Maid of Rage (Derse)

Tavros Ampora - Page of Hope (Prospit)

Sollux Pyrope - Mage of Mind (Derse? Maybe Dual?)

Karkat Captor - Knight of Doom (Prospit? Maybe Dual?)

Nepeta Maryam - Rouge of Space (Derse)

Kanaya Peixes - Sylph of Life (Prospit)

Terezi Zahhak - Seer of Void (Prospit)

Vriska Vantas - Thief of Blood (Prospit)

Equius Nitram - Heir of Breath (Derse)

Gamzee Megido - Bard of Time (Prospit)

Eridan Serket - Prince of Light (Derse)

Feferi Leijon - Witch of Heart (Derse)

the ones we remember the most are: aradia, karkat, kanaya, terezi, vriska, and eridan. others are a bit fuzzy, but we’re trying to piece things together.

any descriptions we have are listed here (and i promise i will organize this soon):

terezi had short hair too; sometimes she kept her hair back in a ponytail. wore a pair of goggles w/ thick lenses and had them with her most of the time. very expressive and always had something to experiment with. i don’t know what she built exactly, but she did build some stuff.

vriska always tried to be mysterious and cool. it…didn’t really work. she often changed her text color.

not really a description, but eridan and i butted heads really often to say the least. i think by the end we managed to get along though.

that means the dancestors are:

Jake Strider (dirkways) - Page of Heart (Prospit)

Jane Lalonde (roxyways) - Maid of Void (Prospit)

Roxy Crocker - Rouge of Life (Derse)

Dirk English - Prince of Hope (Derse)

here’s the descriptions we’ve gotten thus far!

i think that jake had shaggy, curly-ish black hair (think like..almost a mullet but not quite.) + orange eyes along with a black tank top and a pair of black baggy cargo pants. he wore fingerless gloves and had plenty of scars with triangle shades. he was pretty serious most of the time from my knowledge (although truly, he was kind of a dork lmao). regardless, it was kindaaa awkward when i first met him. he sometimes wore square glasses and had his ears pierced. i made a sprite edit of him if anyone is interested.

he loved robots. loved tinkering with them and everything. he also loved watching different types of movies.

jane had curly black hair that went a few inches past the nape of her neck + pink eyes. she wore a white short sleeve with a pink skirt and black gym shoes along with round glasses. she was hardworking and wanted the best for everyone.

roxy had super curly blonde hair + cyan eyes and wore an off the shoulder white long sleeve and a cyan skirt and fishnet tights. i feel like she had these chunky black boots too. she was very nice to everyone and had this positive vibe to her.

roxy told me that she skateboarded and baked a lot.

dirk had semi-curly blond hair + green eyes. he wore a green jacket and grey pants and had square glasses. he wore white gym shoes and had freckles. i think he might of had tattoos of some kind too? i don't remember much about him other than we had at least one conversation. he used some funny words i didn't understand that much but i still listened anyway.

he might of made a version of AR with the help of jake?

alpha trolls include:

Damara Makara - Witch of Rage

Rufioh Ampora - Rogue of Hope

Mituna Pyrope - Heir of Mind

Kankri Captor - Seer of Doom

Meulin Maryam - Mage of Space

Porrim Peixes - Maid of Life

Latula Zahhak - Knight of Void

Aranea Vantas - Sylph of Blood

Horuss Nitram - Page of Breath

Kurloz Megido - Prince of Time

Cronus Serket - Bard of Light

Meenah Leijon - Thief of Heart

(i’m assuming they dreamed the same as their dancestors? i dunno)

memories are here; stuff will be added later.

KIDS

my memories/general things:

was giggling and making jokes with rose at some point. was a really sweet moment.

rose and i had a whole feelings talk at some point.

dave making up some silly raps as i made a beat. something about animals?

i have a very blurry memory of dirk talking to me at some point with all those funny words. i think we had a good conversation?

i helped terezi tinker with some stuff. i wore a pair of her goggles while helping her.

kanaya tried to show me how to sew at some point.

i remember blasting music in my headphones late at night.

bickering with eridan over pesterchum

karkat going ON about quadrants. that conversation felt like it was going on for hours.

john’s memories/general things:

he was fussing about his hair being too long but he didn’t want to cut it. i ended up cutting it for him.

talking to jane about movies and bonding over their sprites.

karkat trying to pester him for it only to be ignored. it became a running gag that he wouldn’t answer.

rose’s mems/general things

talking to roxy about each other’s cats

talking to kanaya about trolls and their society

staying up late with me talking about music

dave’s mems/general things

yea. i think that’s all. other things to note is that i am a minor, so just a fair warning. tried to pack in as much as i could, will update w/ more info as needed.

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wheres-sam · 3 years

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I binge-watched the spn anime because of the brain rot

It’s bad except for the parts that are good, and it’s pretty to look at. Here’s a comprehensive list of pros and cons. Spoilers ahead!

Pros:

- more psychic kid backstories: Max (Nightmare), Lily (Darkness Calling), Jake (Loser)

- more psychic Sam

- more Azazel

- basically if you want more about the psychic/demon kids, watch the anime

- more young Winchesters

- the monsters, the superhuman abilities, the fight scenes, it all looks really cool animated. (But PSA it’s violent. It doesn’t shy away from blood and gore.)

- Sam and Jessica backstory

- more of the brothers being cute and funny together

- Missouri isn’t forgotten

- includes some Japanese legends/mythology

- the impala looks great in every scene. They did Baby good

- the “Supernatural” intro title

- the outro sketches of the boys hanging out with Baby

- Episodes adapted from the original show are different, but I like some of the changes? It’d be boring if it was an exact retelling and the visual medium wasn’t utilized. (I know I said spoilers before, but this is when they get detailed. If you wanna skip over, I’ll tell you where they STOP.)

Nightmare goes more into the abuse Max has suffered. Instead of locking Sam in a closet, Max sends Sam through the floor and covers the hole by breaking his bed in half, and it’s extremely sexy how Sam shoves the 2 halves apart with his mind. Later on Dean puts bandaids on Sam and they talk about demons loudly in front of a fast food intercom.

In My Time of Dying highlights the guilt Sam feels over Dean. In both the og and the anime John verbally blames Sam for not shooting Azazel, but where in the og Sam goes right on arguing, in the anime he reels back for a moment like he was slapped. Dean’s spirit touches Sam’s shoulder, and Sam knows immediately that it’s Dean. He doesn’t even question it. Instead of “Are you here?” it’s “I know you’re with me. I can feel it.” And I love that. Dean figures out right away he’s dealing with a reaper, and the reaper takes on the appearance of Mary to convince Dean to move on to the afterlife. Instead of a Ouija board, Sam uses a laptop to talk to Dean, and the first word Dean types is “Sammy!” Dean is so fond of his little brother and Sam is so baby.

Rising Son is an anime only episode, but it draws inspiration from John’s journal. Dean has a proper breakdown over his dad’s death and the possibility of having to kill Sam. Ms. Lyle, Sam’s favorite teacher who turns out to be possessed, is explored. John takes Dean hunting, and in the journal Dean hesitates to shoot a buck, and little Sam shoots it thinking it was endangering Dean. In the anime, Dean’s cornered by a moose and Sam makes it explode with his mind and it’s so !!! How little Sam’s first words are, “I’m glad you’re okay. It didn’t hurt you?” The boys are covered in blood and guts and Dean’s like 👁👄👁 “Why are you here? Did you do this?” And then Sam starts freaking out a little, the shock sets in. “I don’t know. I don’t know, honest.” And he’s staring at his hands, and I am a big fan of Sam showing superhuman signs as a kid. Like in the journal, Ms. Lyle tries to take Sam. She gives Sam the illusion of a choice to come with her or stay with Dean, and Sam chooses Dean. This ep is pretty much when John figures out Sam has demon blood. He kills another hunter that wants to kill Sam.

Crossroad is based on Crossroad Blues, and I love how the crossroads demon shows up. It’s hard to describe, but it’s so neat, like she’s walking underneath Dean in this mirror world, and then the mirror world takes over the regular world, so you really get this sense of otherworldly seclusion, existing outside of time.

What Is and Should Never Be shows Dean is a firefighter in his ‘Mary never died’ world, and Sam got to play soccer growing up like he wanted. The brothers hold each other after Dean is saved from the Djinn.

AHBL part 1. When Azazel shows Sam that he fed Sam his blood, Sam gags and slaps a hand over his mouth, and I like that reaction more than the live action. The psychic kids get to go more anime with their powers, and that’s a lot of fun. They don’t need weapons. Ava slams Sam into the brick side of a building and cuts him without touching him. Jake snaps Ava’s neck with one hand and then catches Sam in his arms. When Jake attacks Sam, there’s no gun or knife. He’s relying on his super strength, his fists. Sam throws his arms up to protect himself, and (accidentally?) pushes Jake back with his mind, and the collision creates a crater in the ground. Jake puts his fist through Sam’s chest to kill him. It’s brutal and it’s rad as fuck. These kids are terrifyingly powerful.

The Sam and Dean reunion before Sam is killed is not as emotional as the live action imo, but what the anime does intrigues me. Hurts in a different way. Because Sam is stunned after he uses telekinesis again, on Jake, and when he hears Dean behind him Sam freezes. He doesn’t look relieved to see Dean, but wary and weary. It’s Dean taking steps towards him, not the other way around, and it has to be because Sam doesn’t know if Dean saw him push Jake back. Sam doesn’t know how Dean’s going to respond to all this, to him, having powers that come from a demon, the demon, Azazel. Sam hasn’t had a chance to process anything. He’s scared. He’s tired. And the way the anime focuses on Sam’s eyes here. Gah. “Dean. Dean, I’m...” I’m sorry. I’m all right. I’m glad you’re okay. I’m a monster. There’s also this one shot between Sam and Azazel that sends me because of how anime it is.

AHBL part 2. I love how Sam brought back to life is animated, with all the color returning to his face and a light wind rustling his hair and his lips parting to indicate his soul returning to his body. Jake attacks Dean, and, a lot like how Sam activates telekinesis to save Dean from Max in Nightmare, Sam gets a burst of superhuman strength. He rips Jake’s arm off and tackles him to the ground and beats him to death, punches holes into his body, and it’s so savage and bloody and scary, and I love it. The Devil’s Gate opening looks so cool animated. Same goes for Dean shooting Azazel with the Colt.

Not to turn this into a meta post, but I also noticed how the last couple times Sam uses his powers they’re colored green-yellow, the same colors as Mary’s ghost when she reveals herself in the anime’s Home, and I don’t know if that’s intentional, but it’s neat how it draws a connection to Sam’s biological family instead of Azazel’s blood.

The Spirit of Vegas is like Bad Day at Black Rock, but Dean has all the bad luck instead, and it shows off the silly cartoony physics that make animation fun. The boys sleep outside and split a chunk of bread for dinner. Also this lil bit of Dean’s hair tied in a bow.

- (STOP) the brothers are pretty. I am not immune to animated Sam and Dean Winchester.

Cons:

- Jensen doesn’t voice Dean until the last 2 episodes

- The English dialogue is really bad sometimes. I wish I could’ve watched the sub, but I couldn’t figure out how to change the language

- Some character designs are really different from the live action, and maybe that’s petty, but if you’re gonna change the characters diversify them? Don’t just make them unrecognizable white people

- Missouri’s design as a stereotypical witch doctor is racist

- Gordon is replaced by some British guy named Jason?? Why

- There’s an LGBT character who is not accepted by her family and, while that bigotry is always shown to be negative and she dies the hero of the episode, she still dies ://

- In the English dub Lily’s gf is made into her roommate instead. Idk about the sub

- Bobby’s pretty much a totally different character

- Sam and Dean are OOC sometimes

- Dean’s hair usually looks darker than Sam’s and it drives me crazy

- The storytelling is, overall, not nearly as good as the live action

- The non-Japanese lore in some episodes makes no sense. Sometimes it’s just plain ridiculous?? Like there’s a giant robot made of cars and scrap metal controlled by a demon? ? I wish I was making this up

- Meg’s role is severely reduced

- No Harvelles or Roadhouse

- Shadows are overused, but maybe that’s because the og show is so dark?

- I don’t mind the art style. I like the aesthetic, but I wish it was a little more expressive. It doesn’t do Sam’s puppy eyes justice.

- AZAZEL’S SHADOW?? PROPORTIONS?? PEA SIZED HEAD

- Idk why they mashed season 1 and 2 together? The story feels rushed

- there’s not as much chemistry between Sam and Dean, but that’s a given without J2 on screen

- Nobody tells you!! That there’s scenes after the credits!! And some of them are important! Why are important scenes after the credits??

The anime would not be good on its own, without the heart and depth the live action brings, but it works as supplementary material you can cherry pick from. I would watch more if there were more episodes.

It hasn’t turned me off from wanting an spn anime. I’d like to see it continued or redone, with updated animation and better scripts. There’s a lot of potential in exploring more about the psychic kids and Sam’s powers, storylines that were cut short in the og show. Animation is a great medium for showing off the supernatural, getting creative and creepier with the designs, dramatic with the fight scenes, without having to worry about bad CGI. I don’t want a live action reboot, but I think a redone animated series could be a lot of fun! (As long as it’s not an excuse to make any romantic ships take over. SPN is a platonic love story, and I like it that way.)

If you made it to the end here and are interested in watching the spn anime, you can watch it for free on the CW Seed app! You can probably stream it elsewhere, but idk where!

#spn anime #supernatural #supernatural the anime #my detailed pros is pretty much me letting you know what episodes are worth watching #and why #its bad but I kind of like it #I like what they were going for. the potential it has #I like sam and there's lots of sam

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chrisjake-cp · 3 years

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History 3 Trapped Filming Diary (full English translation) - Days 41-50

Masterpost here.

I don’t own the book so I can’t post my scans of the pictures that came with it. So I included some other pictures of the scenes that were being filmed. These pics belong to LINE TV or Choco Media, or I’ve taken screenshots from the episodes or the behind-the-scenes.

Read days 41-50 under the cut.

Day 41

On this day of shooting it happened to be Christmas, and the crew, waiting for the evening shooting process, enjoyed a Christmas gift exchange. Shaofei gave out a book; according to him it was a very inspirational book. A crew member who does hair and make-overs nearby opened it and laughed jokingly: “What kind of ‘inspiration’ do you mean?”, causing Shaofei’s thoughts to immediately go into another direction to the point of him not even being able to say it out loud (I can tell you: he was very bashful!). The whole crew also acknowledged that the most creative gift was a big bunch of green onions⁕ from Sanxing. When this present was opened the whole crew burst out in crazy laughter, but it need also be said that this was a most memorable gift.

⁕ Sanxing is famous for its spring onions! They even have a little museum dedicated to green onions there.

Also, what kind of book did Jake gift someone? 👀

Day 42

The day after Christmas, Boss Tang arrived at work, and the first thing he did was accept his gift from the Christmas gift exchange from the day before. So what did Boss Tang receive?

*ding ding* The answer is 20 Christmas trees and a bottle of “Indian Spiritual Oil”⁕ At the appearance of this gift, everyone nearby immediately laughed loudly, and I also silently expressed my heartfelt wishes for Tang Yi’s and Meng Shaofei’s happiness.

For today’s scenes, basically the whole ‘world’ had to be there: Unit 3, Tang Yi, A De, Hong Ye, Daoyi and Jingtang were all present, so the set was really lively. What was shot that day were the scenes after Hongye and Shaofei were injured in the parking lot. In order to increase the conflictual character of these scenes, the director assigned each actor their own, individual combination. What was interesting is that during rehearsals, the cameramen all quickly approached the actors like a large quantity of reporters. A De said smiling that the group of people was so large that it looked like an oncoming tank and he could only silently take the ‘card position’⁕ each time.

⁕ This oil is basically like viagra...but topical instead of taking a pill....It’s a natural plant oil but it contains some anaesthetics which will irritate the skin a bit (making your you-know-what more erect as it grows hot) and the anaesthetics will also cause you to last longer. Ahem. Let’s all imagine Chris receiving this gift. 😂

⁕ The card position comes from a basketball or football game. It means that during the game, when the ball is in the air, the player accurately judges the effective landing point of the ball, takes the lead in the opponent's position, and blocks the opponent out of the best position to gain control. Here it means that Stanley just chose the best position to gain control/the upper hand in the scene.

Day 43

Today we continued to shoot the hospital scenes. Shaofei said smiling that today was another aptly-named day of “earning money while lying down,” as he was lying down from the first scene in the morning to the last scene in the evening. After several consecutive days of intensive shooting, the hospital scenes were back in Taoyuan. Shaofei said he had been getting out of bed at 4am in the morning for several days in a row, and that day was no exception. So during the moments when he wasn’t in the shots, he could openly but stealthily catch up on some sleep in the bed, which made everyone present pretty envious.

Zhaozi just gets better the more he acts. Just look at his slightly wrinkled brows.

Day 44

In the last episode, Zhaozi took Tang Yi to see Shaofei [in the hospital] for the last time. Tang Yi, who had carelessly pulled the trigger and accidentally shot Shaofei was already handcuffed. He told Shaofei he would hand He Hang as well as Zhou Guanzhi over to the police. Zhou Guanzhi was the enemy who killed his father. In these past four years, Tang Yi’s biggest goal was to single-handedly murder his father’s killer. For Tang Yi to now agree to let Zhou Guanzhi live and to hand him over to the police, meant Tang Yi had made the ultimate concession.

Because he had persisted in his revenge, he had caused his lover to be hospitalized with a gunshot. Since meeting Tang Yi, Shaofei had been assaulted in big and small ways, and suffered injuries because of him. Tang Yi discovered that his stubbornly insisting on having his own way was a big factor in Shaofei getting hurt. If this continued, Shaofei would one day be ‘killed’ by Tang Yi. Kept apart by handcuffs, kissing your lover like that; what kind of plot could be more cruel than that?

Tang Yi, even while being handcuffed, was very witty/playful. He didn’t forget to stick his tongue out to the camera.

Day 45

Long time no see! I believe that people who have watched <Right Or Wrong< should not be too unfamiliar with Dr. Jintang’s “uncle-in-law” Jiang Zhaopeng. He is Qiu Zhiyu whom we haven’t seen for a while. Before filming, these two cultivated their understanding of their lines by videochatting [i.e. they practiced their lines] (and also cultivated the signals between both of their phones). One of the most frightening things in filming is the screen of a cellphone. Apart from this scene, the drama shows many different mobile phone screens; every time a call had to be made, or when a LINE conversation happened, etc. Only, whether or not the signal would be good, is an element that no one can control. If the signal is not good, phone calls won’t go through, or the moment when the phone rings doesn’t match the plot. Sometimes it can take a good number of takes, not to mention that this scene needed a video call. If the signal would not be good, the video and the sound might have been chopped. But we had a close call and the signal in the hospital was very stable, allowing us to be able to smoothly complete the take.

Zijian, who portrays Jiang Jintang, has a lively and witty personality. He would often say crazy things that amused the crew. In the evening, we filmed that Shaofei followed Tang Yi to the hospital to see Jintang [the massage scene]. Jintang wanted to angrily quarrel with Meng Shaofei, because he didn’t expect them to arrive together. His red face, his hard breathing and his stammering made all the staff on the scene instantly almost collapse from laughter. Even Shaofei, who was doing the scene with him, and Tang Yi, who was lying down behind them, couldn’t keep in their laughter.

At another rehearsal, Jintang was planning to jump on Tang Yi’s back, but because he hadn’t well coordinated his position, Boss Tang’s knees hit Jintang straight in his ‘important parts’. The staff who were on the scene jokingly told him to jump on the spot, and he actually did it. This was also a ‘pain in the balls.’⁕

⁕ Same expression was used in day 37. It’s more literal here. You can see this happening in the behind-the-scenes.

Day 46

Today we filmed father and son Chen Wenhao and Tang Yi meeting in front of Lizhen’s grave. The weather at the cemetery site was very unstable. Sometimes an uninterrupted drizzle floated by, and at other times wind and rain became quite strong. Occasionally, the sun would stealthily sneak out from the clouds to join in on the fun, adding many changes to the shooting. But the two actors were not in the slightest affected by these elements. As if their surroundings were all congealed together, the two looked at each other and cried really heart-wrenchingly. Afterwards, Chengyang [Chris] also frankly admitted that for this scene his mood was very complex, and it was very hard on him. Tang Yi stood in front of his biological mother’s tomb, and his biological father, whom he once thought to be her killer, walked up to him. At that moment, that kind of “crying” already wasn't just tears simply shed from sadness anymore.

When he heard the gunshot as he exited the graveyard without even looking back, Chris said that his heart was really hurting so much that he almost couldn’t go on.

A big thank you to teacher Jiakui, who plays Wenhao, to give [Chris] ample ability, and to push him beyond the limits of what he could do. What is even more special, is that today was, coincidentally, also Chris’ birthday. To shoot such a meaningful scene on his birthday and falling apart crying like that, really must have left a deep impression on him.

Day 47

The day when the entire Unit 3 team got together, happened to be the very last day of 2018. Today’s MVP was Junwei [played by Ethan Liu]. Everyone most likely knows about the meeting between Unit 3 and the international criminal police division where Junwei was tasked with reporting duties.

That day Junwei was constantly drilling and rehearsing, because all his lines needed to be correctly and fluently spoken for that role to be acted out well. One of the biggest causes for stress is that when you start failing takes, the whole crew and all the actors are just waiting. One can imagine that that is a very big pressure.

Originally everyone joked and said that before noon they would surely be able to go home to celebrate the New Year, but in the end, it took until in the afternoon for the first scene to finish smoothly and everyone on Unit 3 could begin to plan how they would spend New Year’s Eve. But our poor Captain and Shaofei had to stay behind to continue the next scene. Shaofei felt wronged and said to Zhaozi: “Where is the morality in him [the captain] being so happy?”

Day 48

Outside it was drizzling, but inside, the room was brimming with nervous energy as Tang Yi took Jack to negotiate with Old Ke, while Shaofei from his side and Unit 3 rushed inside as an important step and wiped out the place.⁕

While waiting for their scenes, each of the Unit 3 were doing their own activities. First Shaofei looked for a quiet place in the room and silently sat reading the script for the future scenes. With his usual style, he would use differently coloured pens to write down dialogue that belongs to Jake and Shaofei.⁕ Zhaozi, in turn, would be lying on the very big bed inside the room, and would both be talking to Junwei, having a pillow fight with Jack and taking selfies with his cellphone.

And how did Tang Yi spend the time waiting for his next scene? The answer is that he had rolled himself up in a quilt and fell into a deep sleep. No matter if Shaofei would loudly yell, “Where is Tang Yi?” outside the room, Tang Yi slept through it all.

⁕ The very first scenes of the whole show, when Shaofei and his team barges through the door! Some of the very first words we ever hear coming out of Shaofei’s mouth are “Where is Tang Yi?” MY HEART. This show is so well-made.

⁕ There’s an example of what Jake’s script looked like in the “HIStory 3: Trapped The Making of...” book. ankdlgdndkgn it’s the hospital balcony scene. The thing that he writes in black, between the two red exclamation marks... “This is the show’s first kiss!!! (Vixen Andy doesn’t count).” WHY IS HE SO CUTE?

Day 49

For shooting the scenes at the exterior of the police station, we borrowed the Xizhi branch police building. That Xizhi branch building which only opened in 2017, is very new and very beautiful. The interior was also very spacious, so we had plenty of room to use.

On that day there happened to be a major traffic incident in that jurisdiction area, and both clerical and field police officers were busy bustling about. Even news reporting vehicles were driving in and out. We were able to witness the police officers' work that we usually don’t have opportunity to see. Thanks to all the protectors of the people for their hard work.

Today’s Xizhi police station was bustling and lively. Thanks as well to the fans of Director Qingrong who, during the afternoon tea time, came to visit the set and brought snacks like donuts and coffee. In the afternoon the weather turned cold and it started to drizzle. But the fans braved the wind and the rain and came anyway, and even gave handwritten cards to the actors and the director, which was really sweet.

Day 50

Day 2 at the police station. Today’s weather was nothing like yesterday’s “sunny and cloudy with an occasional shower”. Today the sun was shining very brightly, and the temperatures soared straight to 30 degrees. It was the perfect weather to play a song called “I love summer.”

We shot the scene where three members of Unit 3 talked with Jack at the door. They had to walk outside from inside the police station and each time they had to redo the take, everyone went back into the building with a look of total unwillingness. They opened their eyes widely and took a very deep breath, and with a blank look in their eyes they wiped their sweat and used a small fan to keep cool. Phew, foreheads were filled with beads of sweat, and everyone’s clothes were also soaked with sweat.

In the afternoon we filmed the scene from the last episode when Boss Tang goes to the police station to wait for Shaofei to get off work, when Jack also happened to ride his motorbike to pick up Zhaozi from work. At that time, the weather was still very sunny. Boss Tang, who wanted to sit on his car’s hood to wait for Shaofei, suddenly yelled out. Apparently the vicious sun had rendered the hood burning hot, which made boss Tang jump up in sudden fright.

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mugglemirror · 3 years

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I was tagged by @theleavesoflorien @brightgolden @mercurial-madhouse and @theisolatedlily to do some ask games, thank you for tagging me 💖

Compiled them all and here we are!

—four catch-up questions

Last song: Champagne Problems THE BRIDGE HSJSK

Last movie: Winchester (feel free to rec some horror movies that are actually scary 🙏)

Currently watching: might start Go Ahead, a c-drama my friend recced me and also freak show of ahs. I left halfway through because it was getting boring 🙈

Currently reading: soc audiobook, I want to finish the grisha verse before shadow and bone drops. Also secret history because murder and aesthetic is fun

—writing snippet

I posted one here already 🤗

—favourite fic line (s)

Writing The Blood of Love was a process I enjoyed thoroughly, obviously my favourite line is from it. Italicized the sentence that made me go holy shit at myself lmaoo

While the Thorne Hills manor lived up to its name from the outside, on the inside it was in pristine condition. Everything was where it should be, perfect in every sense. Except it was not. Something was wrong here, the pungent smell of evil was thick in the air. Only a fool would deny its presence.

—this or that

Apologies, this was very indecisive of me 😭

sage green or baby blue || moon or stars || paperback or hardback || piercings or tattoos (can't get them though 😔) || drawing or writing || saturn or jupiter || line without a hook or mr. loverman (I don't listen to the artist 🙈) || ancient greece or ancient egypt || prague or amsterdam || dark academia or light academia || indie aesthetic or cottagecore || stargazing or late night drives || strawberries or watermelons || rings or necklaces || extrovert or introvert || dragons or griffins || ocean or mountain || silver or gold || dawn or dusk || creative or free spirit || early bird or night owl || cook or bake (not a sweet tooth lol) || dagger or sword (Sword only if Excalibur is the one I'm yielding)

—twenty questions

1. Name: Bee (pretend this is my real name)

2. Nickname: Bee

3. Zodiac sign: Gemini ♊

4. Height: 5"1

5. Languages: Hindi, Urdu, English, Telugu.

6. Nationality: Indian (what do I do to find a fellow Hyderabadi here😩)

7. Favourite season: Fall and Winter

8. Favourite flower: Rose, Hibiscus, Jasmine and peonies.

9. Favourite scent: coffee, vanilla, also the delicious smell of Biryani

10. Favourite colour: I don't think I have one??? I have a special place in my heart for earthy tones but, tbh all colours are beautiful. I go through phases where I'm obsessed with a certain colour so that's that

11. Favourite animal: cats, foxes why're they so fluffy 😩😩

12. Favourite fictional character(s): Jane Eyre, Kyo Sohma, Damon Salvatore (the books as well as the show), Francis Abernathy and Henry Winters, Jake Peralta, Raymond Holt, Darcy, Emma Woodhouse, HATSUHARU!!! , the monster and Frankenstein. Adding Lilith as well (fictional because she doesn't exist in Islam)

13. Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee mostly, sometimes tea

14. Average hours of sleep: 6-7

15. Dog or cat person: kitties 🥺

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: a large fluffy one folded twice 'cause I get cold

17. Dream trip: is it cliché of me to say everywhere? Even so, I want to go everywhere and visit as many cities as I can, mostly historical architecture and ruins. Don't fancy a trip to Disneyland though...

18. Blog established: 2019

19. Number of followers: 132✨

20. Random fact: uh idk but I can't seem to remember things, just vague memories, most of them blurred. Also I don't dream much, and when I do it's always nightmares so fun night haha

—my aesthetic

Rules: google/search your name + your favourite colour + the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voila you have your aesthetic moodboard!

Okay I cheated on this one because Google couldn't find shit so I went to Pinterest instead. I've been feeling blue (it's just so royal!!?!) lately so chosed that.

If you've reached this far, feel free to do them. Also tagging @ashleyjohnsonfanaccount @theleavesoflorien @cupcakentea @falsegoodnight @princelouisau @youreyesonlarry @thepolourryexpress @soldouthaz @brightgolden @raspberryoatss @mercurial-madhouse

#my writing #my aesthetic #this or that

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xan-hast · 3 years

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“Together to Bloom”- July 3rd 2021

“Wake up; you’re going to be late!” I heard my older sister yell from outside my room. I can’t get up right now; it’s like six o’clock or something. I turned to grab my phone from the counter as I turned it on. Its harsh light beamed my delicate eyes. I blinked, trying to recover from the pain in my eyes. Alas, I looked at the time. It was seven-thirty! I hopped out of bed with no time to waste as the final day of school was here! I couldn’t be late for the last day of school before summer break! I’d worked so hard all year long, not just to waste it all for being late! I rushed, grabbing whatever I could get from inside my closet. I then went inside the bathroom to brush my teeth and grabbed my comb to fix my hair later in class. I put my phone in my pants right pocket, grabbed my backpack for school, and a granola bar before running through the front house door.

As I locked the front door, I started running to school. First period starts at eight-ten, so I should have about thirty minutes to make it to class since I probably only took ten minutes getting ready. This should be perfect because it takes less than half an hour to get to school. But it’s all estimates right now; I can’t check my phone right now because it’ll just slow down my time. I’ll just wait until I have to cross the street to check my phone.

So far, they’ve all been red lights! I’ve been lucky so far, but that would also mean the drivers aren’t sharing this same luck. I only need to cross the street one more time, and I’ll be at school. I’m praying for a green light because I’ve gotten tons of notifications coming from my phone. I know that I’m not late, but there must be some big news! Maybe Eric’s mom finally let him get the gaming PC he wanted. Or maybe River finally wants to talk about what happened this week. Or Jake (my online friend) finally got the new game we planned to play during the summer! Or maybe Brittany jus-. You know what, I could just keep guessing the endless possibilities. But from the void of possibilities, I really hope it’s River.

As I was approaching Breeze High, I could see students around the entrance of the school building. With the usual people staying outside until classes started, the students already inside, some buses being late, and parents dropping off kids. But I would be a mix of two; I would stay inside sometimes or outside depending on what friend I saw first. This time there wasn’t anyone outside waiting for me. So I would go inside, but I’d rather check who was spamming me with text messages. As I turned on my phone, I saw the top message from Eric saying, “Zachary come to the cafeteria know!” I scrolled through some other text messages, but the top fifteen were from Eric. They’re all the same text with the exact grammar mistake of know instead of now; he must’ve just copied and pasted the text. But I wonder what he would want so urgently. After that was one text message from Brittany saying, “If you can come to the Student Council class really quickly, I have some things to discuss.” I guess Brittany just wants me to help her again. Under her text were two messages from Marcel saying, “Hey Zachary want to meet before first period starts?” “We can meet right outside our class.” Well, now I have to choose between three people. But under Marcel’s text was a message from my mom saying, “Goooood Morning Hun! I hope you have an amazing last day of school! And I remember that you have thirty dollars in your backpack for the Farewell Bloom Festival! Have fun!” How could I have forgotten it was the Bloom Festival today! They even do it every year for the last day of school, but it always passes my mind. Thankfully Mom gave me money. Now I feel even more guilty for not checking hard enough for money for the homeless. But the first text message I got in the morning was again from Eric saying, “Meet me in the cafeteria!” Eric seems like an urgent matter, I could help Brittany after school, I’ll need to buy things for the Bloom Festival, and Marcel just wants to talk. He never wants to talk! I guess things change before summer break starts.

I looked inside my backpack for the money that Mom had given to me. It was located where she’d always put stuff for me. In a little section of the front of the backpack, that was easy to find.

As I walked inside the school, I could see tables spread throughout the hallways. These tables at the front of the school are always the most populated. And it was all in the spirit of Farewell to some and Later to others. The tables, filled with beautiful roses and little cards where you could add a message on them. But for those who weren’t as creative, the cards already had something sweet written. I looked through the hallways trying to find a table that didn’t have so many people. I then stumbled across a hallway filled with tables and the sellers, but no buyers. So I went over to one of the tables and said, “Can I buy five roses and five cards?” But that’s when I noticed the person wasn’t looking at me, but down on the floor. He then said, “That’ll be ten dollars, sir,” as he had his hand out in front of him. I don’t remember it costing this much! But it doesn’t matter because at least I’ll “Bloom a good smile,” which is the motto of the festival. I then placed the only two five-dollar bills I had on his hand. He swiftly took the money and said, “Thank you.” As he grabbed the roses behind him and the cards on the table, he continued, “Here are your roses and cards.” “Thank you,” I said as I left. I don’t really know who that was because they didn’t show their face, but they did it so well.

Now on who to go to; Eric or Marcel. They’re both amazing friends of mine, but technically Eric messaged me first. So I’ll quickly see what Eric needs and then go talk to Marcel. Sounds like a game plan; hopefully, it doesn’t backfire!

As I went inside the cafeteria (which was near the middle half of the school), I saw it near empty. From all the tables, only one had students- Dillion, Rivier, and Eric. They seemed to be talking; maybe I should just leave them alone. River and I aren’t on good terms. As I turned around to leave the cafeteria, I heard someone yell, “Watch out!” I looked back and noticed that Amy (the vice principal of Student Council) and Gregory had bumped into each other creating a mess around them of red roses. I walked over to help the two as everyone else was just watching.

As I went to pick up a rose, Amy said, “You don’t have to help Zachary. If anything, Gregory over here should be helping!” With a strict emphasis on Gregory’s name. As I stood back up, I saw that Amy was looking at Gregory with a strict look; Gregory was looking away and seemed like he’d run away any second. I then responded to Amy, a calm look and tone, “It really is okay. I can help out. But remember not to be so harsh on your tone,” as I handed her a rose I picked up. Amy grabbed the rose I handed to her and continued to pick up the other roses. Gregory looked up at me and nodded his head as if he said, “Thank you.” I then handed him one of my own roses and the card attached. He then approached Amy with the rose and card. Amy turned to him and grabbed the rose in a more calming way. I guess my work here is done. Now to go find Marce-.

I then felt a slight tap on my shoulder, I looked back and saw Eric. “Zachary, where’ve you been! I’ve tried texting, but nothing! You’re so late! Anyways, come and have a seat,” Eric said as he pointed at the table River was sitting at. Before I could say anything, he was already walking me to the table.

River seemed to be on his phone and didn’t look up. Eric then sat me down across from River. Eric tapped his shoulder, and in an instant, River looked up. We made eye contact which felt like my own eternity until he said, “What are you doing here Zachary!” He then turned to Eric and said, “You promised we were only going to talk! Not Zachary'' Seems like I should just go. But before I could leave and before Eric could say something, River already left running. Eric then said to me, “Sorry, I thought this would help you two.” I responded, “It’s okay. Thank you for trying.” Before I could give Eric a rose and card, he’d already left running after River. I got up from the blue table I was sitting at and started walking to English class to talk to Marcel.

How did I mess up so badly with River? It all started on a very blue Monday, just after lunch. As I was walking to the Student Council class, River came up to me with tears. He said the exact words, “It’s over! I can’t believe I could even trust you!” And he ran off without another word. I was shocked at what had happened, I looked over to see people whispering at their blue lockers. Eyes from all directions made me question what I did. It was later that day when Eric came up to me to talk about it. A rumor, breaking the forever bond that I had with River. It was finally found out that River and I had been dating. River and I had already been dating for almost the whole school year, but his parents weren’t as supportive. On that day, River and I faked breaking up, it was like a little bump in the road. Luckily no one from the school noticed that we were dating as we had just been dating for a month. But during that same day, I promised to never tell another soul that we were dating. That once it was all over, we’d live the life we imagined.

Now, the whole school knew, but the thing is that I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Eric! Actually, the only person that I did tell was Jake. He was extremely supportive of how I found out my true self so fast and young. And Jake doesn’t have any way to contact anyone at this school except for me since he lives in New York. I don’t know how this person found out or why they would spread it, but it does hurt to see him gone.

I tried explaining to River, but he doesn’t answer any of my texts or calls. Even at school, he wouldn’t talk to me all week. But I guess he was talking to Eric for comfort. My biggest concern is how hurt is he. Especially with this school spreading this rumor outside of school and onto social media. I know that by now, his family must’ve seen the rumor. I just wish I could talk to him and tell him the trut-.

“You okay, Zachory?” I looked over and saw it was Mr. Johns, the English teacher. I then said, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little lost in my thoughts.” “Well, Mr. Lost, you’re late for my class. The bell rang. But since it is the last day and I’m running a little late, it’s okay.” Wait, the bell has already rung! That means I wasn’t able to talk to Marcel! I’m just lucky that Mr. Johns is giving me a break. As I walked into class with Mr. Jones, I saw Marcel laying down his head on his desk.

“So it’s just a free day today. I’d be happy to sign your yearbook. If you need to go outside, just ask,” Mr. Johns said. He then sat down at his desk and started reading his book. First, let me write something on these little cards. On this first card, it had a hand’s palm on the front. I opened it and it read, “I’m a friend that’ll always help.” On the bottom, I added with a pen, “We can talk now?” Which was specifically for Marcel. I then brought all the roses with me to talk to Marcel. As I tapped his shoulder, he looked up with a face of concern. I then said, “Sorry, abo-.” “Can we go outside?” Marcel asked while interrupting me. I then walked over to Mr. Johns’ desk. I then tapped his desk and he looked up from his book. I then asked, “Is it okay if Marcel and I go outside?” He looked over at the clock and said, “Yeah sure. Just don’t cause any trouble.”

I walked over to Marcel and tapped his shoulder. He looked up at me, and we left the classroom. As we did, Marcel said, “So I finally learned how to use my phone for more than just sending messages.” “Oh, that’s good,” I added. He continued with a sad tone, “Yeah, but I saw this post thingy on social media, and it was all about you and River… is it true?” Wait, Marcel didn’t know this whole time! He doesn’t talk to too many people, but even for him, it’s kind of much. I then responded with a soft tone, “The rumor about River and I is true. We were dating, but I never told anyone.” He then responded, “It’s okay. The post went into deep detail about the rumor. I just wanted to tell you, but I guess you already knew.” I then concernedly asked, “Actually, it all started on Monday; haven’t you heard or seen anything about River and me?” “No. I’m not that big on rumors or anything. But you should’ve told me. I wanted to help,” he added. “Well thank you. And before I forget,” I said as I handed him the rose attached with the card, “here is your rose!” Marcel then said, “Aw, thank you. Let me check the card.” Wait, the card just has-. Marcel then giggled, “Well, I’m here talking to you now, aren’t I?” I quickly responded, “Yes, but I was supposed to give you that before we talked.” Marcel giggled again and said, “Well, we should get to class now. Just remember I’m always here to talk.” We entered the classroom, Marcel, with a rose, and I had my three roses left.

As the bell rang, Mrs. Jenkins said, “Have an amazing break, everyone!” That’s fourth period done. I just need to get through lunch, fifth period, and sixth period then I’m free from school. I sadly don’t have any of the classes with Eric at all. And for the last two periods, I don’t have any close friends. So lunch is going to be a good time to talk to someone; I hope River and I can discuss. I also still have these three roses.

As I walked into the cafeteria, I didn’t see Eric, Marcel, Brittany, or River. Where is everyone, it’s not like I’m early for lunch. As I was about to look around, I saw Dillon and Gregory talking to each other. I walked over to their table and before I could sit down, Gregory stood up and said, “Can I talk to you real quick?” “Yeah, sure.”

Gregory then took me to an empty hallway where he finally spoke up, “All I wanted to say was… thank you.” In shock, I said, “Oh, you’re wel-.” But before I could finish, he’d already left. I didn’t even notice he left so fast! I guess I helped him; it’s something to lift my spirit. And right now, it helped more than he could imagine.

As I was finally leaving sixth period, I noticed that some left a book on the floor. I picked it up and noticed it was Quincy’s notebook! Quincy is one of the top students in the school, he’d never just leave his notebook on purpose! I need to go find him in this avalanche of people in the halls! But I think Quincy always goes to Ms. Berkeley’s class before leaving school. So I should find him there!

As I finally made it out of the avalanche of students, I noticed someone sitting down in the middle of the hallway. As I approached them, I noticed it was Quincy! You could tell from his light gold hair, skinny pants, and back shirt. As I got closer, I heard him sobbing! As I was next to him, I said, “You left your notebook in class and ar-.” He then interrupted with loud sobs, “Thank you,” as he looked up at me, his face turned pale, he continued, “oh don’t look at me, Zachary.” He then grabbed the notebook from my hands and went in the same position. I then sat next to him and said, “I’m here to talk if you want?” “What, so you can just tell the whole school!” he said with an angry tone. “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “I heard the rumor,” he said with big sobs. I then took a deep breath and said, “Quincy, do you really think I would do that to my boyfriend?” He quietly said, “No.” “Exactly, there was just someone that told everyone. I’m in a rough state, but I still want to help you.” He then said, “But we’ve never even talked outside of school.” I then handed him a rose, he looked up and had a brief smile. He then read out loud the card, “It’s never too late to start things.” Then his brief smile turned into a blooming smile. He added, “What is this some kind of proposal?” I then said, “A proposal to become your friend.” He looked over at me and said, “Thank you, this really did help. It’s just that my girlfriend broke up with me. So I guess we kind of share a memory. I hope everything goes well for you. And thank you again for this and my notebook.” But before I could say something, he handed me a little note from his pocket. As he handed it to me, he said, “This is my phone number, maybe we can talk during the summer?” As I grabbed the piece of paper, I said, “Thank you, I’ll make sure to text you when I get home.” He stood up, and we departed ways, Quincy to Ms. Berkeley’s room while I was going to leave school.

As I was walking out of Breeze high for the last time this school year, I saw Eric running towards me. As he was running, he yelled, “Zachary! You really need to go talk to River!” Once he was in front of me, he was out of breath but trying to say something. I then said, “First catch your breath and then you can tell me.” After a few seconds of Eric panting, he then said, “I really messed up with you and River today. You need to talk to him. I’m so sorry, but you might be the only person to make him happy.” I then calmly said, “It’s not your fault at all Eric. Than-. Actually,” I then grabbed from my backpack one of the last roses and continued, “this is your rose. The card will do the talking.” As he took the rose from my hand, he smiled and said, “Thank you, Zachary. Also, River by Café Venteux.” Eric’s French has gotten so good! Even if it’s his third year in French class. “Okay, bye! Talk to you later!” I then left running towards the café.

As I made it near the café, I didn’t see River. But I saw the same homeless man in the morning outside the café. I walked towards him and he said, “Hey again, I hope you have a nice day.” I then searched in my left pocket for the twenty-dollar bill that mom gave me. Once I touched it, I said, “I actually got something for you,” as he looked up, I handed over the twenty dollars. He then smiled with great joy, saying, “Thank you! May God bless you!” He then went inside the café. As my eyes followed him, I saw River at the far end of the café.

As I walked inside the café, it made its little jingle. I walked over to where River was sitting and took a seat across from him. He didn’t look up until I tapped his shoulder. Once he looked up and saw me, he stood up. But before he could run away again, I stopped him. He was weaker now, not like usual, so I was easily about to sit him down on one of the wooden booths. I then sat next to him.

Before I could talk, he sobbingly said, “Why would you do that?” I then quickly responded, “I would never do that. I hope you can understand that I didn’t tell anyone about our relationship.” He responded, “Then how did people know! How come I got hurt!” He’s deeply hurt. “River, I want you to remember who I am. I never would do such a thing. I love you with all my heart. I just,” I started to tear, “I just don’t want it to be over a rumor someone started.” River then hugged me; I hugged back. I then let go with my left hand to grab my last rose. As I did, River looked up at me. As I handed him the bruised, color fading, few pedaled rose, I said, “I don’t ever want to lose you. Let us get through this together.”

#gay love #lgbtq #lgbt pride #school life #writing #short story #original work #entertainment #lgbtq representation

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aphrodites-law · 5 years

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My Favorite

Trope: Soulmate marks.

Twist: Lexa doesn’t have one. Clarke does.

1/?

Lexa had lost her soulmate when she was eleven years old. The two words that she had cherished and daydreamed about for years had one day simply vanished, leaving behind no trace they had ever been imprinted on the inside of her wrist. Overnight, her life had taken an unthinkable turn, and if the whispers behind her back had not been enough to rock her self-esteem, if the bullying and the taunting hadn't broken her, it was her friends cutting ties with her that had felt like the most painful loss.

Her parents had had to put her on the registry for the Markless, which she'd always found to be ironic, as it painted the biggest mark on her yet: outcast. The Markless had a flaw; a part of them so fundamentally wrong that they couldn't truly love, nor be truly loved in return. Few people cared to mingle with them, as history had proven them to be the criminals of this world. And if they hadn't done their crime yet then surely they would, one day, and rare were those who wanted to take the chance to be in their lives when it happened.

Lexa didn't know what it meant for her or what she'd done at eleven that had made her so undeserving of love, but she'd refused to let anger consume her. She'd kept her head low and kept her arms covered, even in the summer, and for the next eighteen years she'd lived her life as best she could.

In the city, blending in had been easier. There were apartment buildings for people like her, and though they were rarely the safest, Lexa had been happy enough in her studio. She'd met her first true friends in years there, and then a few more in college, where minds were more open than in her small town. Some simply didn't care, others refused to buy into the fear mongering, and Lexa clung to them tightly, grateful for their affection and their flaws, the ones that society had marginalized as well.

Her closest friend was Anya - tough like nails and no-nonsense - who Lexa had met while they studied in the hopes of one day teaching. Yes, sometimes it was a wonder to Lexa as well that she would willfully step in school classrooms again, but how would the world ever change if the new generations weren't taught differently? Lexa had long ago found refuge in language and literature, and if she could one day extend a hand to a child shunned by their peers, if she could be the teacher she had needed in her teenage years so many times, it would be worth the pain of reviving old wounds. As for Anya, she wasn't markless but had gotten pregnant from an encounter with a markless partner, which had brought her family so much shame that she'd started finding the entire system loathsome. She'd had her daughter's name tattooed over her mark, packed their bags for the city and never once looked back.

The decade had seen some improvements for people like them - and the world was changing, even if slowly. There were programs started to facilitate their lives and more inclusive spaces offered. There were even dating websites, and if Lexa had once been embarrassed to even sign up, she now relied on them exclusively. Her college girlfriends might have been open-minded, but it'd never changed the words imprinted on their wrists.

Layover was perhaps the word Lexa detested the most in the English language, as people like her were the first ones to suffer from it. There had been Costia, first, who Lexa had loved as best she could, even as a broke twenty-year-old with full-time studies and two part-time jobs, but it had only lasted a year, until Costia had taken a linguistics class and met the girl whose first words to her were marked on her skin. In her defense, Costia had broken the news gently–and Lexa had loved her enough to be happy for her, though perhaps not when she had felt her heart plummet into her stomach.

Lexa had wondered afterward if it was true what they said about the Markless: if she had been able to let go of Costia because she was unable to truly love. When she had asked Anya about it, the woman had shrugged and told her one relationship was hardly strong enough proof.

Louisa had whirled into Lexa's life over a year later, but left just as quickly when another student had tapped on her shoulder and uttered the very words Louisa would sometimes mumble in her sleep. Lexa had been walking out of the class auditorium with her when it had happened, and she had felt herself freeze on the spot. After all, she'd spent enough nights in the same bed to know what words were on her girlfriend's wrist. Louisa had been so flustered that she'd babbled something back, and evidently the curly-haired boy who'd asked her a question had heard back the words imprinted on his own wrist, his smile spreading so wide that Lexa had felt sickened by the sight. She'd gotten blackout drunk for the first and last time that night and woken up on Anya's couch.

Afterward, Lexa had refused to waste her time. She dated a few markless women during grad school, but the relationships still naturally ran their course, and each time Lexa had wondered if the whispers were true: People like her couldn't know true love.

Which, inevitably, led to the second most detested word in Lexa's vocabulary: settling. It was a term that the Marked had coined some centuries ago, aimed at those who built lives and started families with partners they knew weren't their intended. It happened, of course, that in this world many didn't meet, but hope was to be maintained until one's last breath. There were records of couples meeting as old as 101 years old, and so whoever didn't wait was poorly regarded, though never as poorly as the Markless, who inspired fear rather than pity.

Though she didn't care for the word and its connotations, settling was something that Lexa had accepted for herself. It was clear by now, at 29, that she should seek a markless woman who shared her values and had a compatible lifestyle. It wouldn't be the love that movies and songs wrote about, but it could be a strong bond regardless - companionship - and together they could even have a family. It was seeing Anya around her daughter, Tris, that had planted the first seeds of yearning for a fuller life and someone to share it with.

It was with the very intention of settling that Lexa had packed her bags and moved to her dream city, much smaller in scale and population than the one that had offered her so much, but a place with a progressive enough reputation that Lexa knew she could be happy there. Anya had helped her with the move - a two hour drive away that both her and Lexa had felt weigh heavily on them. It would be the first time Lexa was far away from the friend who had, by all means, saved her life more than once.

When Lexa had applied for a teaching position at the Polis private middle school, it had been with Anya’s full support. She had coached her through the high-brow interview process and then celebrated when Lexa had officially been offered the English teacher position, to be started in two months for the new school year. For once, the stars had seemed to align.

That was, at least, until Lexa had stepped into her new apartment and realized just how strongly it smelled of fresh paint. On her first night alone, Lexa had woken up so dizzy that not even a morning walk had lessened the feeling. She’d resigned herself to the fact that her new place would be inhabitable for at least a week and had quickly found a hotel to stay in for the next few days.

Jake Griffin was the proud owner of Griffin Hotel, a warm place with under thirty rooms and a distinctly cozy appeal to it. It was not luxurious but still well-kept, with a room near the foyer for the breakfast buffet and another sitting room with armchairs, a bookshelf, and a view on their garden. Lexa had only taken one suitcase up to her room, but after Jake had left her to it, she’d felt oddly compelled to walk for a bit before she turned in for the night.

She put on her comfiest sweater and wandered out of the hotel, finding her way to the garden and enjoying the soothing sound of the small fountain there. Through the window to the sitting room, she could see the bookshelf standing tall and wondered what titles she would find on the spines of those old books. She went back inside and walked into the room, but stopped when she found that there was someone sitting on one of the armchairs.

She couldn’t be any older than Lexa, with her hair in a loose up-do and her legs curled up beneath her. She was completely absorbed in a book, an edition of Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café so worn that the cover was only kept on thanks to three paperclips. There were notes sticking out of it and some ink stains on the edges of the pages. Lexa felt a sudden thrum of excitement at the prospect of a shared interest.

"I love that tomato,” she said offhandedly.

Her eyes widened as she realized the moronic string of words she had uttered. The woman’s head snapped up and Lexa felt her cheeks grow hot when she noticed her bewildered expression.

"That novel, I mean," Lexa quickly corrected. "It's a good one. Wonderful."

The woman blinked at her and when, finally, her mouth parted open, Lexa was so certain that she was about to say something that she couldn't help but feel disappointed when she merely nodded instead. But her disappointment quickly vanished when the woman’s face suddenly broke into a smile; one so sweet that Lexa felt herself smile right back.

When she motioned for Lexa to sit, Lexa promptly did.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything," Lexa said. "You seemed so engrossed."

The woman shrugged. Lexa wrung her hands on her lap. "It’s actually the first book I ever borrowed at a library.”

At the woman's arched brow, Lexa felt that she had been asked to elaborate. "I was nine. It was summer and I was wildly bored."

The woman suddenly sat up and pinched both edges of the book before showing the considerable space between her fingers. Lexa understood her meaning and smiled sheepishly.

"Yes, it was definitely too dense and mature for me. But I loved the world. Then I got obsessed with frying my own tomatoes - my mom never forgave me for setting her new pan on fire.”

The woman laughed, a soundless expression that made her eyes crinkle and her tongue peek out between her teeth. Lexa had accomplished many things in her life, but making this woman laugh felt like her proudest moment.

"Clarke?"

Lexa recognized Jake in the doorway, looking over at the woman in the armchair and then yawning loudly.

"I'm turning in. You need anything, hun'?"

Evidently, Lexa had stumbled upon Jake's daughter. When Clarke lifted her hands and signed something with them, Lexa thought to smack herself. She had been blabbing without once wondering why Clarke didn't respond verbally.

Jake chuckled at something Clarke signed. "Fair enough. Goodnight, kiddo."

After he left, Lexa stood up and cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry, I-” She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I've been talking your ear off and you probably just wanted to read in peace."

Clarke looked up at her with a curious expression, one Lexa couldn’t read at all.

“Hm... goodnight, then.” She smiled weakly and walked out of the room, already reaching for the bedroom key in her pocket.

Though she felt like an idiot, Lexa couldn’t resist one glance back before she turned the corner. She found Clarke looking at her with a soft smile, her expression so full of wonder that Lexa knew she would not be able to forget it.

Part two

#clexa #clarke x lexa #clexa fic #f: my favorite #soulmate trope #just spitballing

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badlydrawnjake · 4 months

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hello jake english on the jake english blog

#bdhs #daily post #day 127 #sometimes its just jake english but green

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tanoraqui · 4 years

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I just wanted you to know that I just read all your hellmurder castle 'verse posts and I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCH

what you have to understand about my Hellmurder Castle AU (Homestuck set in the world of Girl Genius, if you haven’t read it) is that it was born specifically from my spite exasperation with all the long, epic AUs about either only the trolls or the trolls + beta kids, with alpha kids appearing as background characters at best and often not at all. Many of these fics are great, and many of them were written or at least planned before the alpha kids even appeared in canon, in which case it’s not the authors’ faults at all. But I LOVE my alpha kids, and Roxy may be my favorite and Dirk is a delight, but I was ALSO tired to tears of how even in fics featuring the alpha kids, it was almost always Derse-heavy.

So I basically said “fuck it”, yeeted them all into the world of Girl Genius (which was inevitable), figured out the torrid backstory of the beta kids and ancestors and how the dancestors and trolls fit in, and set about focussing the plot and character development exclusively on the alpha kids, particularly Jake and Jane. Particularly particularly Jake, because a) I thought him more underappreciated than Jane, and b) the idea of a Heroic Adventurer who constantly has to resist his own reflex to be a minion is fucking funny.

Let’s elaborate, shall we? Because I’m okay again, after the epilogue. I have forgiven. So, the hypothetical pfennig novels/fics in a series:

Jake English: Escape from Castle Lalonde

In which Jake leaves home, and meets a number of interesting people.

covers from basically that scene of Roxy capturing him through Jake escaping with Jane, and them agreeing to be adventuring partners. A lot of the middle consists of Jake helping Roxy and Dirk win back Roxy’s ancestral home of Castle Lalonde, defeating whatever villainous spark - probably an OC - had taken up residence.

Jake means to leave, but Roxy and Dirk need help cleaning up, and getting their labs running, and with interesting projects…and possibly they put a shock collar on him so he can’t leave the grounds…or at least tell him that’s what the collar does, and prove it, like, twice, and then turn it off because they don’t actually want him crippled in an emergency; mostly he’s just a great minion and Roxy is pretty sure he’s destined to be part of their team for defeating the Batterwitch, as laid out in the obscure and highly metaphorical prophecy her mother left her in a wizard book.

this is not at all good ground for either friendship or a healthy minion/master relationship, which is why Jake is pretty damn game to help Jane escape and then run away with her.

Jake English and the Red Miles

in which…I actually have barely any memory of wtf is supposed to happen in this one. Presumably, they have to survive the Red Miles at some point, with some ridiculous series of revivificationsthe trolls show up at Jake and Jane’s camp (okay fine, I love them, too), and after some alarmed mutual weapon-pointing, explain that Jake’s grandmother, Lady English, made them after Jake left, except now she’s died so they’ve come to find Jake and either bring him home or, at least, join his adventuring team and keep him safe

(yeah, Jade instilled some loyalty, which is Sketch. In fairness, when she lost control of the original generation of trolls, all her best friends were killed and/or disappeared, presumed dead. she has reasons)

I wonder if there was supposed to be a timeskip between this and the previous book, or if Escape from Castle Lalonde happened later into Jake going out adventuring than I think, or if Jade just got bored and made 12 new people like…3 hours after Jake left home

for pacing, the trolls should probably show up pretty early in this story, so they have a long time to be around before shit hits the fan

a lot of this book, aside from whatever shenanigans they’re dealing with re: Red Miles, would be Jake dealing with the fact that he is suddenly responsible for 12 people who keep looking to him for orders, and somewhere in the distance is an entire town (Hellmurder Village) that’s likewise.

they do not go back to the Castle at the end of this book, even though they arguably should bc Jake has responsibilities. But he also has adventuring to do, by golly, and…hm, it’s one of the Rings that causes the Red Miles, isn’t it? So maybe they get it at the end of this book, and now they have to track down the other one. Which brings us to…

Jake English and the Rings of Skaia

In which Jake and Jane (and Roxy and Dirk, and 12 young trolls) explore a castle, learn a little history, and generally level up their friendshipsI split up the aspects of Castle Heterodyne in this au: Jake has the recently inherited Castle with the terrifying, nigh-magical power source buried in its depths, and Jane has the abandoned derelict that is fully sentient, most automated, and even more malicious than it is trapped. This is the story of that castle, and the Ring of Life hidden somewhere in it

Jack Noir. The castle’s sentience is Jack Noir. Or perhaps more accurately Spades Slick? Who cares.

I had a very elaborate mythology/history thought up at some point about the twin spark queens of Derse and Prospit and their great enmity, and the saga of betrayal and heroism that marked their reigns and left behind this castle and two super magical scientific rings of power, and I do not remember ANY of it now.

This is the bit where that scene of Dirk ripping out Vriska’s soul comes from. He and Roxy are here for the fabled treasure as well - possibly the castle only appears/is accessible at certain specific times? And they don’t know the trolls are with Jake, so…clusterfuck, there.

Jake English and the Troll Queen

in which the big bad is reveeled

there’s trouble brewing in the countryside, idk, monsters or pirates or something that can be traced, after some investigative heroing, to the self-styled Her Imperial Condescension, still unfortunately at large

mostly this fic is Jake growing into leadering a little more but also addressing the question of that inbuilt loyalty Jade gave this generation of trolls, because really, that was Sketch - and in general, who are we as people defined by who we follow, what groups we ally ourselves with; is it birth or genetics or who raised us or the family we choose or…

i kinda think Dirk and Roxy are conducting concurrent but generally not overlapping investigations to Jake&Jane’s(+the trolls) (dirk and roxy having pretty neatly answered all the above questions years ago by choosing each other, but still being kind of insular about it, and need to relax just enough to trust other people)

in the end there’s some confrontation with the Condesce and she convinces ½-2/3 the trolls to join her bc, honestly, why shouldn’t they

Jake English and the Castle in the Lake

in which…okay, in this one bit of fic I implied her base was in the ocean but I totally had this title written somewhere, so what is the truth??

in the above linked scene, the trolls who stayed with Jake and Jane were Karkat, Terezi, Kanaya, Gamzee, and Feferi, but idk about that. If Feferi’s there, why isn’t Sollux? And, like, Aradia would probably have just fucked off in her own direction completely, given the chance…

our heroes are trying to sneak into HIC’s base and disable it, okay. that is the plot of this one. probably they have to find it first, which is tricky, and basically a D&D dungeon crawl, and that’s before Jane gets tiara’d. Which definitely happens climactically. and then everyone else gets captured, with the possible exception of Dirk, who probably gets beheaded instead. things do not look good for our heroes…

Jake English and the Lost Hero

in which we find out exactly what happened in the previous generation

maybe even alternating chapters, past/present?

what happened basically is that the first generation of trolls, the Ancestors, went absolutely batshit roughly as per homestuck canon. The Condesce, being OP, started just conquering land. She was stopped, eventually, mostly by the epic sacrifice of Rose and Dave. And John…except Rose and Dave’s bodies were found, and in a clusterfuck of inventions warping time and space and reality itself, John’s never was

Jade survived, of course. obviously.

John did, too, it is revealed. He was just disconnected from the time-space continuum, stuck popping up in random times and places, sometimes close to those he loved and sometimes not, mostly uncontrollable…

he’s appeared here and there throughout the stories, probably, a mysterious figure in blue who nearly has time to say something before dissolving into fizzing wind. Now he appears more frequently, and for longer periods as the story goes on, including just enough to help break Roxy and Jake out of prison. And whichever trolls were stubbornly sticking with them - if the Condesce wasn’t just mind-controlling all the reluctant ones…let’s be real, she was…lotta “I know you’re in there somewhere” fights here, probably

also, Vriska reveals herself to still be trying to help our heroes, because it is SO Vriska to try to double-cross Her fucking Imperious Condescension

this double-cross is revealed partly from her using Jake’s minioning safeword that he developed with Grandma Jade, way back when; meaning roughly “I don’t want to do this but I’m not sure I can stop”. It’s pumpkin, of course.

they revivify Dirk on the way out, and either stop in the Condesce’s lab to get sparkily distracted trying to pin John into reality or they make it back to Hellmurder Castle before doing that?

What am I saying. The Condesce is probably working on some spacetime-warping tech of her own, and Roxy, Dirk, and Jake use it to fully anchor John for the first time in…who knows, subjectively? It’s possible he stays behind to buy them time to run

Jake English and the Battle for the Green Sun

in which things come to a head

aka the Battle for Hellmurder Castle, and it’s mysterious and terrible power source

Jane and half or so of the trolls start out on the Condesce’s side, but if you thought there were good “I know you’re in there” fights before, just WAIT until Jake saves Jane with the power of friendship

ultimately, it’s alpha kids + Alternian trolls + dancestor-clanks VS Her Imperial Condescension

it’s close

it’s very close

I would have krilled for an H–EIR—ESS CHALLENGE X3 COMBO, ie, Jane, Feferi, and Meenah vs. the Condesce, so that happens

John maybe appears one last time-displaced time, for him before the events of Lost Hero, to deliver a well-timed hammer swing

I love Jake, but I’ll give Homestuck this one: Roxy getting the final blow with an ancestral Strider sword? Perfect.

in the denoument Jake awkwardly invites everyone to live in Hellmurder Castle, because he feels vaguely like he should stay and look after it, and of course he wants his chums around. Jane, Roxy, and Dirk are all like, “well, a real lab or seven would be amazing…but also…adventuring. Why don’t YOU come with US?” Jake is like, “oh JEEPERS yes!” The trolls and dancestors meanwhile talk out among themselves who genuinely wants to stay and who wants to go out adventuring, either with these idiots or just to make their own way

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gal-liveblogs · 5 years

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So we start off Homestuck 2 with a picture of space. Got some green space clouds. So far nothing I would not expect. Though I see there also appears to be a spaceship of some kind, zooming through all this space. Would this be Dirk’s ship?

. . . Yep. That’s defiantly Dirk’s ship. I’m sure Theseus has some really deep, literary meaning, but the reference flies right over my head. As does most of Dirk’s references. He’s too smart for me.

I find it funny that Jake continues the tradition of emblazoning his face on his things. We saw his alt-self of Grandpa Harley doing at all the time. Dirk, of course, has to scribble out the face of his ex.

Dirk. Dirk, are you wearing a villain cape right now? Is that what you’re doing in this moment? Dirk, please.

He is totally wearing a villain cape, complete with tattered edges. He is also wearing a Heart gi, because Dirk is nothing if not anime.

Jesus Christ, I already see the paragraphs of orange under this. You’re gonna make me read all this, aren’t you. Dirk?

Dirk proves to be as verbose as ever.

So did Dirk really write out all his narration on physical pieces of paper and scatter them over his desk? Did he do that just to be Extra, or is that something he has to do as an Author now? Do they only count in the narrative text if they are actual text and not just his own thoughts?

Whatever the case may be, Rose interrupts his soliloquy.

I have it on authority that decanting is sometimes necessary to ensure a wine is at its best. I like to think that the same was ultimately true of her.

Decanting of a person’s soul sounds particularly ominous, thought I can’t express the exact reason why.

ROSEBOT: I just imagined you wearing an apron over your god tier outfit and almost felt my facial fuselage buckle in such a way as to approximate a fleeting smile.

Glad to see being a robot and also assimilating all her possible selves Rose remains a sass queen.

DIRK: Alright we get it you are literally a robot.

DIRK: No need to keep pointing it out every chance you can get. I got enough of this with the Auto Responder.

ROSEBOT: I'm just playing along.

ROSEBOT: One of the fundamentals of bad science fiction is that any artificial beings must make their inorganic nature known at every juncture they can.

DIRK: Do overly precise and completely meaningless statistics that you pull out of your ass on the fly also count?

ROSEBOT: Oh absolutely.

ROSEBOT: That's one of the first things you just sort of spontaneously learn when being booted up.

ROSEBOT: For example, I've calculated that by making these remarks I have raised the base level of amusement in all my conversations by 36%.

DIRK: Well I don't personally find them very funny.

Dirk has some trauma with robots pulling out bullshit statics. Which makes it all the more fascinating he continues to build robots that can have free thought.

Jesus Christ, it wasn’t just the lighting, Dirk’s shades really are orange now. Hussie may not have known about Kamina when he designed Bro, but Dirk always wearing Kamina glasses has just become a part of his character. So much so that they are even colored like Kamina’s instead of black now. I have to wonder, had Kamina not been a character that already existed or if people hadn’t kept pointing out that Dirk/Bro wore shades similar to an anime character, would Dirk be so anime? Is being anime just a character trait that Hussie gave him because of a funny coincidence and he wanted to play up the joke, or was he always intended to be so anime?

Also is that trashcan literally an inferno?

ROSEBOT: I just thought you might like to know that we're getting pretty close to your chosen crash site.

Do they not know how to land the ship? Does the ship not have landing gear? Do they need to crash for narrative reasons and otherwise would be perfectly capable of landing normally? Is Rose just making a joke?

DIRK: Wait, crash site??

Oh, good, Dirk is as confused as I am. So that rules out narrative reasons.

ROSEBOT: A landing gear appears to have fallen just a little outside the realm of vital.

So lacking landing gear it is! God damn it, Jake.

DIRK: (God DAMN it English.)

Ha!

ROSEBOT: Don't be such a chud, Dirk.

I am afraid to ask what a chud is. Is that like a cuck? I don’t know what a cuck is either. I am also afraid to ask what a cuck is.

ROSEBOT: She's functionally mortal, remember?

Yeah, that really sucks that Karkat, Terezi, and Kanaya all lack godtier. Karkat would complain about his lack of flight abilities, but I’m surprised Terezi or Kanaya never brought up this fact. Especially Kanaya, what with her marriage to Rose. Kanaya would eventually grow old and die, leaving Rose to keep on living. Of course, Rosebot has decided to leave her loving wife behind so in this particular case that point doesn’t matter.

DIRK: You mean to say that you don't think we'd be in peril if it came to it?

DIRK: There's nothing about our situation that strikes you as falling within the bounds of precarity, as far as the rules are concerned?

ROSEBOT: Oh. You're right. I suppose I hadn't thought of that.

ROSEBOT: But I think we can remain calm in the knowledge that nothing particularly heroic is going on right now. At least, not that I'm aware of.

DIRK: ... Right.

Not sure if Dirk’s meaning flew over Rose’s head, or if she’s just choosing to ignore the possibility of Just deaths as a joke.

That doesn't mean this (*gestures to the narrative*) isn't still going to be a thing, though.

I don’t know why, but this tickles my funny bone.

All in all I think you'll find, as far as narrators go, I'm an excellent... hm. On second thought, maybe that's a bit of a problematic phrase. Yeah, yikes, that one's got a sordid history. Best we steer clear of it. We're all lucky I'm around to make those kinds of sensitivity judgements on everyone's behalf.

I’m glad you can recognize that Homestuck fans all have a fight or flight response that that memetic phrase, but I don’t appreciate you patting yourself on the back for being sensitive when you, as a narrator, could not use Roxy’s correct pronouns once they came to light.

It's time to get this story back on the rails, back to what it was always supposed to be. I know it, and you've somehow always known it too. There was something else, some other route that Homestuck was meant to take but then didn't, a way that wouldn't've spent so much time dicking around with stuff nobody cares about. Like seriously, why did we all have to sit through talking about everyone's most intimate and private feelings for two hundred thousand fucking words. That would never have happened in Act 1. Where did it all go wrong?

So Dirk’s grand plan is to go back to the asinine tomfoolery of Act 1? To do away with character relations and feelings and have people messing around with their sylladexes? I must say, I never would have expected this from the likes of Dirk. I thought he was all about the complex thought processes and inner turmoil.

Thank you for returning the narration to classic black, Dirk. It’s so much easier on the eyes.

Channelling my full potential as an ascended player of Heart, I expand my consciousness to commune with the boundless force of collective willpower that is the internet.

Wow, who knew Heart players could become the internet. I mean, I guess it makes sense. The internet is just a collection of people, and Heart is all about the soul.

I was really hoping the command box he made would be an actual command box. I missed out on the Homestuck days of old where the command box was a real thing. It would have been fun to be a part of that myself, but I understand the fandom is just too big for that ever to be feasible again. That’s why it was done away with in the first place, and that was when the fandom was smaller.

The writers came up with e good command, though.

Yeah, I have a feeling Dirk is going to decide to ignore this command and stop taking suggestions. Either that, or he’s going to inform us that he is not making Homestuck, he’s making Homestuck 2.

But I should have known better. People think you can run a story like this? This must be just about the stupidest idea anyone has ever come up with. I'll just have to make up the commands myself from here on out. Seemed to work ok for the other guy.

Yep, pretty much what I expected.

Oh Jesus Christ, what even is this room?

O.K., let’s take things from the top. Looks like we got the beta kids’ entry items, as well as their Aspect flags from Prospit and Derse. Why does Dirk have these things? There also appear to be some cruxite dowels next to them, but they are any of the colors we’ve seen before.

WOAH, HOLD UP, Are those Dave’s copies of SBURB? Or are they Bro’s? Clearly Dirk has just collected a bunch of items from various points in Homestuck’s timeline like some sort of museum. For what purpose, though?

Oh my god, there’s a Tab watering can. I assume it was alchemized, since Dirk mentioned earlier using alchemy to make his rad new shades. I wonder why Dirk has that Skaianet poster on his wall. I would have thought he’d want nothing to do with anything Jake had his fingers in. Then again, there also appears to be a kotatsu with Jake’s bedspread in the middle of the room.

I can’t tell what the green thing is next to the mutated kitten. Or what that other green thing next to the robot horse is either.

OH FUCK ME THERE’S A ROBOT CAL IN THE PROCESS OF BEING MADE. DIRK, NO. WHY. YOU HAVE THE NARRATIVE CONTROL NOW, YOU SHOULD KNOW CAL IN ANY FORM IS BAD NEWS.

Is that... Is that an anime body pillow there at the bottom?

I also keep my FLORA OF THE SUCCULENT PERSUASION in here, so's I can keep an eye on them.

Dirk grows succulents... That is not a character trait I expected of him.

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Animorphs notes: Megamorphs 2

Megamorphs 2

Marco 1

Saw something on the news and mentioned it to the others leading to everyone in a storm trying to breathe in dolphin morph

Of course its not like sharks need to breath air and might be better in some cases

Marco uses humor to cope

Rainy day

So why are the animorphs getting involved with a sunken nuclear sub?

Marco wants to go out of his way to save people again.

Him and Rachel are like the most likely on the team to become superheros

Or they could put their stuff in a bag and bury it on the beach instead of putting things in the trash?

How exactly do these guys plan on rescuing people?

Cassie 1

Everybody morphs dolphin

They find the sub

Jake 1

Ah yes the plan to kidnap an officer. Totally would have no negative reprocussions

Can’t just act in a weird and obvious manner to direct people to the sub

Sometimes dolphins help people, sometimes dolphins kill people. Its a rulette game as to whichever a dolphin is more interested in at the moment

The writter makes a comment on war and nukes

A nuke goes off and instead of being vaporised by the light the kids get transported through time and space for some reason

Rachel 1

One of these days a kid is gonna get trapped in morph when they’re uncoincious

Cassie’s the only one who had any injuries from the fucking nuke going off

Why is there a volcano over there? There shouldn’t be volcanoes where they are

Rachel watches the Magic Schoolbus

That’s not how plesiosaurs work and you could never mistake them for a whale even with sonar

Ax is smug about those not being whales

Tobias 1

Why the hell are fucking plesiosaurs intered in them in the first place?

Tobias got vored by something big enough to swallow a 10ft at least dolphin whole

This is causing me pain

Rachel got vored by something that can fit 2 ten or so foot dolphins inside its stomach

Looked it up and yeah no, plesiosaurs were def known to not have flexible necks by the time this was written

No that can’t be an ichthyosaur b/c they’re gone by this point in the Cretaceous and the on ly ones that big were likely FILTER FUCKING FEEDERS

Random ass gulper eel dolphin sea monster

Rachel decides that morphing is the best idea in the stomach

Tobias morphs too

Jake 2

Ax doesnt get to have a turn yet what a surprise

Cassie says they should try to rescue Rachel and Tobias, Jake says thats a fucking dumb idea and he’s right

Jake is pissed at people getting themselves eaten and Cassie coming up with dumb fucking idea

There should actually be some seagull like dinosaurs but I think those were discovered much later than these were written

Kids finally put 2 and 2 together and realized that they aint in Kansas anymore

They havent actually put togther the gone back in time bit yet

Jake and the writer seem to be under the impression that dolphins have no natural defenses

They are almost there in realizing what happened

Cassie 2

Still no fucking Ax narration

THESE KIDS ARE REALLY FUCKING DUMB

Sauropods did not leave elephant like foot prints. At all

Nope not figured it out yet

Cassie, you should know that whales can’t swallow whole full gown dolphins

Cassie almost gets eaten by a crocodilian and these kids still haven’t fucking figured it out

Wait a minute. Grass doesn’t exist in this time period

Also Cassie should know better. Herbivores can and will fuck you up with little provication

They finally figured it out

I see we have movie monster Tyrannosaurs

Rachel 2

Wow Ax really doesnt have any rights does he?

...that’s not how anatomy

Bears are not herder to digest than dolphins

This is hurting ,me

Tobias everything you said aside from the hadrosaurs was pure bullshit

Rachel thinks the dinosaur angle is rediculous

Tobias 2

Tobias you have a fucking hork-bajir morph you utter dumbass

Wow Tobias is bad at morphing, he can’t even get rid of his injuries

Tobias gets to be extra useless and cause Rac hel pain by haveing to perch on her

Grass doesnt exist in this time period

There was a gradual decline in the late Cretaceous of nonavien dinosaurs, the asteroid was the last nail in the coffin

T. rex was just another animal not not much more dangerous than say a lion, just bigger

Marco 2

Ax doesnt get to narrate I guess

There is no reason for the tyrannosaur to be chasing them it just made a fucking kill

They aren’t even the right size to be worth the fucking effort either

Marco almost gets eaten and is saved by Ax who papercuts the thing to death

Ax 1

Yeaaaah Ax vs Tyrannosaur should not end in victory for Ax

I flatout don’t belive this rediculousness and my suspension of disbelife died several chapters ago

Ax is fucking shook that worked

Ok good Ax was very very fucking lucky that worked and not gonna try that again

No, Ax, no that is not scientificly possible b/c theres no fucking dna in the fucking fossiles they are bone and other shit shaped rocks

When the fuck did Cassie get any survival skills? Did she decide to brush up after the Karen incident

Well we have ‘I will survive this with or without you’!Cassie today

Yall could actually morph Ax and have your own andalite tails. Or fucking morph hork-bajir

Rachel 3

Grass still doesnt exist yet

At no point did rachel think to escue some modesty and make wraps for her feet

Rachel suggests that Tobias morph human, even perminatly

He is very shit at morphing

I guess he expects that he’s got days to live as a wounded bird over anything else he could fucking morph

Rachel refuses to fucking make it known that she’s suffering

In what fucking world does that description matach a triceratops

Also deinonychus, not around at the end of the cretaceous

Deinonychus is about almost 3 ft tall at hip and a ft longer than that

Naked ass ones at that

Them going after them at least makes sense

Cassie 3

Camping and eating tyrannosaur meat

Gonna sleep in shifts

People keep forgetting that they have hork-bajir morphs which are amazing and also that they could just aquire Ax

Tobias 3

Nothing about the majority of large dromaeosaurs suggests that they’re fast. The opposite actually. Ambush predators not chasers.

Tobias and Rachel split up

Tobias and the writers forgot about wing assisted incline running and the fact that raptors can fucking climb if the have to

Tobias drops on one and aquires it

Tobias 4?

This is going with the not-dynonicus being diurnal for some reason

Tobias lost control of the morph and will probably attack Rachel

Jake 3

The rock that was the final nail for the dinos is estableshed bvery firmly\

Stampede

And a nother tyrannosaur

Jake trips and falls when it matters most

Rachel 4

Tobias is really serious about not identifying as human

Rachel tries to reach him over smashing the lead raptor

Jake 4

Jake gets vored by the tyrannosaur whole even tho it was already eating bigger more interesting prey

Jake aquires the thing and starts morphing imediately

That tyrannosaur broke its fucking tail

Everyone aquires the injured dinosaur

Marco 3

Marcos not happy and everyone misses Rachel

More travel

Ax says the flash of light that started the stampede was artifical

Did Ax just say he can see ultraviolet and infrared

They find an alien city

Tobias 5

Tobias is bitching about Rachel still being mad that he gutted her

Neither of them are healing their injuries for no good reason

Ew, Tobias gross.

Rachel has a raptor morph now

Rachel isn’t a coherent person when hrungy and tired

Why are there coconut trees? They dont exist yet

Rachel eats a not coconut

No. That is not a fucking spinosaurus. Spino is fucking African and didn’t live at the same time as T.rex

Tobias metally calls Rachel stupid

Rachel 5

This is really fucking poorly reserched

And lo an alien:

And that's when I noticed the other creature step smoothly out from the

bushes.

It walked on two legs. It was rough-textured, like it had really chapped

skin. It was reddish in color. It had two big eyes and a small mouth,

all of the same reddish-rust hue. It stood about eight feet tall. It was

carrying a weapon.

The creature gazed curiously at us with what seemed to be eyes, although

they were mere indentations in its face. From its head a pair of

antennae, flexible as whips, grew and began waving toward us.

The alien calls dibs on the dinosaurs and speaks Fucking English

The nesk

The nesk is a pile of antlike creatures

Anmd really Rachel just fucking escalate things to outright violence

Cassie 4

Cassie suggests that they just go see who the aliens are

And that Jake stay behind b/c she doesnt want to loose more people

The alien city:

We flew toward the shining city in the valley. With osprey eyes I could see much more clearly. I saw buildings that rose in steep, smooth sweeps, like they'd grown from the bedrock. Windows were stuck in odd locations, some aiming out, others more like skylights. And there were fields planted with green and arranged in neat circles instead of rows.

The aliens themselves:

As we got closer, I could see creatures of some sort. They looked a little like large - very large - crabs. Only with shells in a wild array of colors, deep blue, spring green, orange. And while on one side there was something very much like a large pincer, on the other side there was a pair of hands.

Crab people

TRhe kids are attacked by naked pterosaurs

Tobias 6

Wow its almost like starting a fight with an unknown party can go wrong

The ship:

The ground beside me exploded, like it had been ripped by an invisible

plow. I jumped. Another plow mark just behind me! I saw movement. And

there, racing toward us across the plain, was a gleaming, silver craft.

Maybe twice the size of a Bug fighter, but shaped like an elongated

pyramid, long end forward.

The nesk herd Rachel and Tobias away from their claimed territory

Ah they’re falling over the cliff of the mercora city

Jake 5

Daring mid air antics and the team is reunited

Also a force field wich is smart\

Ax is tired of having to be the info guy

At least its not a killer forcefield like the kind that yeerks use

The mercora introduce themselves

Ax 2

Ax and his andalite bullshit

More of the mercora:

There were three of the creatures. They moved upon seven legs. Four on

one side, three on the other. To make matters worse, the four

legs were larger than the three. So they scuttled sideways in the

direction of the small legs.

They stood about half the height of a tall human, and seven or eight

feet wide.

On the side with the four big legs, there was a sort of three-way pincer

claw. It looked very powerful. It looked like the sort of thing I would

not want to have to fight against.

On the other side, the weak side, there were two arms similar to my own,

but even stronger than human arms. The arms ended in long, tapered,

delicate fingers.

There were a lot of eyes. They kept opening and shutting, one or two or

three at a time. They were each hidden beneath tiny trap doors in the

Mercora's exoskeleton or shell. Eyes were forever appearing and

disappearing. It was very, very distracting.

Which is a cool design

They talk in thought speak

Just b/c humans in the future don’t know about the mercora doesnt mean they left or were destroy you dumb fucks

Marco 4

The mercora healed Tobias, gave everyone food, a place to stay and even offered to make them soem clothes

The crabs wear clothing or at least make it

And they have force field furniture

Also that’s not how broccli works

Marco makes a vore joke about the mecora

Really Cassie?

The mercora are herbivores

All you have is the mecoras’ word on that and they are in direct conflict with the nesk

And so what if they’re scavengers?

Very rarely but sometimes Cassie has a valid point

Ax 3

Ax is still kinda specist

Hmm I wonder why the mercora aprove? Its not like they can have an alterior motive here

And the mercora are going to help

Ax is very lonely in genera;

Cassie 5

The writers are fucking awesomebros

And they can’t control the morphs

Cassie gets wounded by a ceratopsian

Jake 6

What? We were just with Cassie oh forget it

Jake is suicidally confidant that Cassie wouldn’t eat him

Apparently Jake is right

Cassie freaks out

Ax 3

Tobias keeps being wrong.

The nesk have thought speak detectors

Tobias 7

They group steal an explosive and destroy the nesk ships

Rachel 6

The nesk retaliate very effectively

Ax calls for back up

TRachel throws herself around to draw away fire from the others

The mercora attempt a rescue and loose a ship

Culture:

The Mercora saucer picked us up, us and our little nuke. But they were a

grim, depressed bunch of aliens. It was hard to tell at first. But then

I noticed that each of them was minus one of their smaller legs. There

were just oozing stumps.

"What happened to your legs?" I asked. But even as the words were out of

my mouth, I saw the limbs in the corner. They were laid out on a

brightly colored cloth which was draped over a shelf. There was

something ceremonial about it. Almost religious.

<Can you explain the meaning of this?> Ax asked politely.

<We must make the sacrifice of pain. The legs will regenerate, but those

we honor will not,> the Mercora pilot said. <This is a symbol. It speaks

to our spirit's pain, by echoing it in physical pain.>

"They did this for the Mercora who were in the other ship?" Jake asked.

<For those who were in both ships,> the pilot said. <To be killed is a

sadness. To kill is a sin.>

Jake says the they owe the mercora for saving them

Fuck you Tobias

Tobias 8

Tobias this is premeditated murder

The nesk have decided to leave the earth

The mercora claim that the nesk altered the path of the meteor

They want to use the bomb to save themselves

Cassie 6

Fuck you Tobias

You need to be held accountable for this shit

Its almost like the vast majority of things to ever live never leave any fucking fossils you nit

This bastard is really trying to justify himself like this is anyway defensible

Fuck you Tobias, you get to join Cassie and Jake in the bin of fucking terrible people

Jake 7

Oh what you little bitch babies can’t handle the consequences?

Tobias deserves his unhappines and eventual death

Cassie 7

Cassie at least decides to bear witness to their crime

CVassie saw the time pass

No good reason given why they can’t retain those morphs

Tobias needs to pay for his shit

#nix reads animorphs #animorphs #this was very poorly reserched #and tobias deserves his suffering

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 1

If I hear the word essentially one more time I'm going to riot. It's my English teacher's favourite word, and she had used it three times in the past sentence. Three times. That word is ruined for me now. And it's a good word too. My teacher stood at the front of the room, the first day of class, lecturing after saying she didn't want to lecture on our first day back. She was going to briefly tell us what books we'd be reading this year, and what our theme is. Every year we get a theme, last year's was a dystopian world. We read a few books, but the main one was Brave New World. That book freaked me out a little, and I'm secretly a superhero.

About 100 years ago, an anomaly was discovered in some humans. An anomaly that gave us powers. Some could heal, some could manipulate gravity, some could even teleport. It was chaos. That's when we discovered that some people had some really terrible powers. Able to spread sickness and disease with a single touch. Things went badly. We went into what we now call the Second Dark Age. Until the remaining governments put some laws in place. Laws that dictate that nobody is allowed to use their powers outside of their homes, nobody. Not even the Queen.

We rebuilt after that. People were scared so they followed the rules. Until about fifteen years ago. Some villains came out of hiding, using their powers for bad. Heathen, he could change people's faith with a single thought. He usually went after spiritual leaders, and convinced them to condemn what they believe in. Mime, you never heard her coming, and then you'd never be able to talk or move again. She turned people into living statues, and they stayed that way either until she grew bored or they died of dehydration or starvation. Peculiar, she slowly turned people insane with a single kiss, anywhere. It would start out small, then you'd become more and more peculiar, until you turned insane. They was no cure. And the worst one of them all, Genocide. He could kill hundreds to thousands of people by way of disease, or natural disasters.

We didn't know there was a person behind the large groups of bodies, not until we realized their connection and Genocide announced himself. They all went to the same church, had the same shade of hair, were the same ethnicity, or had the same name. We don't know how to stop him. The only consolation we have is it takes him extremely long to work up a genocide. It requires more power than you can imagine. It should take more power than you can imagine, these are people's lives we're talking about. You shouldn't be able to just snap your fingers and be done with it.

Ms. Varone snapped me out of my thoughts. "Nessa," she was looking right at me. I hate that look. "Anything you'd care to add to the conversation?" She leaned her weight onto one leg, still looking at me. Uh oh, I thought. Better think of something quick. She isn't your biggest fan, not after the debacle last year.

"I was just wondering what this year's theme is, and how it relates to out culminating task," I responded smoothly, hoping she hadn't covered that when I'd been distracted by my thoughts.

"Excellent question," she said, looking around the class. "This year's theme is loss. Loss in family, in friends, in religion, loss in whatever. We'll be reading The Heart and the Bottle, Norwegian Wood, and Book of Mutter." We all groaned, they sounded like extremely emotional books and no sane seventeen year old would want to read a nonfiction book about loss.

Soon the bell rings, and I pick up my bag and head for History. One of my more interesting courses. This teacher is one of my favourites. He gets so excited about what he's talking about he starts jumping around. It helps that his projects are very easy and fun too. His class is a breeze, and he has a Powerpoint to go over what we'll be reviewing this year. The bell rings again, this time sooner than I thought, and I headed off for lunch. My friends and I always sit outside the library, our large group driving everyone further down the hall because of how loud we could get.

There were sixteen of us in total, but we all had our own mini groups. The Bio Buds: Jay, Quinn, Maria, Kiki and Miele. The Writer Worshippers: me, Roan, Kieran, and Tommy. The Engineer Squad: Penny, Elizabeth, Jake and Noel. And the Gym Gang: Dani, Oscar and Luca. Most of us have been friends since high school started, and some of us even before then. We had our middle school groups, me, Penny, Roan, Dani and Jake coming from St. Peter's, Jay, Quinn, Kieran, Tommy, Elizabeth and Noel coming from Wellington Junior High, and Maria, Kiki, Miele, Oscar and Luca coming from Manuel Public School.

We had a large group of friends, maybe the largest in the school that regularly hung out. The Bio Buds and the Engineer Squad had a lot of classes together, taking the sciences and maths. The Writer Worshippers took all the available English courses, and the Gym Gang of course took all the phys ed and health courses. There was some overlap, here and there, but those were mostly the small groups. We'd all meet at lunch, and sometimes The BBs and ES would go into the library together, comparing notes and working on assignments. I can tell you the WWs brain's melted almost every lunch whenever someone asked how our works in progress are going. Mine certainly did.

This year, however, our group is halved. The only ones left are Jay, Quinn, Roan, Penny, Dani, Kiki, Kieran and Oscar. The others had graduated and gone to university, or were taking a gap year. Some here in the city and others at different universities. Our friend group seemed so small now. It was even quieter.

. . .

Despite knowing Dani and Penny for a good decade, my best friend's name is Martha. She's tall, and has the prettiest brown hair and green eyes. She also happens to be a superhero, and my partner of three years. She had air powers, she used to tickle me with the wind, tease my hair, caress my hands. She doesn't do as often now, what with the villains making a sudden reappearance. She's known by the rest of the world as Aella, meaning whirlwind. I suggested that name. When she joined the Agency, right at the beginning, she would walk around with a bubble of air protecting her, pushing people standing too close back and lifting up everybody's hair. She's gotten friendlier over the years, and she's one of the few people I idolise. I want to be just like her when I'm older, except I won't have her powers. They're so cool.

After school I went home with Noah and Nellie, two other girls who live in the orphanage with me. I'm the oldest in the orphanage, at seventeen, with Noah at fifteen and Nellie at 13. There are thirteen of us total at the orphanage. Lucky number, I know. Not so lucky situations. Most of our parents had died, with no next of kin, or we had been abandoned at the doorstep. I wish I had been abandoned.

Memories of that night invaded my senses, making me shiver. I tried to push them back, but small glimpses of orange and black and the stars twinkling high above me. The smell of smoke invaded my lungs, and I bent over, coughing my heart out. Nell and Noah stopped beside me, pulling back my hair and rubbing my back. I felt something small and cylindrical brush my lips and I latched onto the straw, gulping down as much water as possible. I hated when I got attacks.

It took me a few minutes to calm down, and it was then I realised the smoke wasn't coming from my imagination. There was a building on fire a few blocks away, the thick black smoke billowing out and up into the sky. I stared in horror for a few seconds before Noah pushed me a little.

"Nessa go!" she said. "They need Chameleon."

I dropped my bag and sprinted off into an alleyway, looking back and forth for anyone before shifting. My legs got longer, my chest got flat and wings sprouted from my shoulder blades. My clothes shifted too, covering every inch of my face and body, with a cape unfurling and snapping behind me in the wind. I pushed off the ground, beating my wings, catching the air. I rose high above and shot off towards the fire, surveying the scene.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement, and looked to the left seeing a fire truck roaring down the street and an ambulance hot on its trail. Looking closer I noticed that Aella and Waya had hitched a ride on the top of the truck. Good, I thought, not wanting to go at it alone today. I dropped beside them on top of the truck, casually dropping a "Hey" as if we weren't about to go charging into a burning building and I hadn't just dropped out of the sky.

"Okay," Waya said, ever the strategist. "Chameleon, Aella, get the people out of the building. I'm going to conjure rain to help the firefighters. I'll make you guys cold so you resist the heat for a little. Take these masks," he passed them over. Waya also had a cool power. He had the Word of Command. It was a singular word that held power, like saying rain and then it starts raining. He couldn't use more than one word, so he was also a walking thesaurus.

We nodded and Waya and Aella pressed their foreheads together for a moment. They did this every time we were on a mission. They were the cutest couple I had ever met, and I spent half my time teasing them for their cheesiness. What are friends for? Aella and I launched ourselves off the truck, heading straight for the burning apartment building. There were people streaming out of the front and side doors, and some using the fire escape on the side of the building. There were a few people leaning half out of their windows, gesturing towards my partner and I. I heard Waya say "Rain," behind us and the sky darkened, rain falling in heavy sheets. It beat heavily on my wings, dripping down the feathers and onto the ground.

The fire seemed to almost want to rage against the rain before It slowly got a bit smaller. The water helped with the smoke too, and people turned their faces upwards with their mouths open. Aella and I systematically dove towards the windows, pulling people out and dropping them next to the ambulance. The firefighters got the flames under control, and they were working on killing it completely. Aella stood on the ground with her legs planted, and created air bubbles around small parts of the fire, sucking the air out of it. The fires would go out, and stay out. Looking at the scene from high above, it was cool. I loved my job. It's hard sometimes, really hard, but I wouldn't trade it in for any other job in the world. The others at the Agency were my world, and I don't know what I'd do without them.

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