#just like the prologue i guess if we are getting fancy lol
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thank you @gratisdiamanten @boxboxlewis @officialmood @thewindowatkirkland and @flawlessassholes @semperama for tagging me to post the first part of my WIPs! I was a bit confused if it was meant to be first sentence or first little chunk, so i went with chunk! hope was okay!
this one is for my age play fic!
It starts with space.
Less and less of it between them in their bed every night. Max’s arms reaching for Daniel to wrap around his neck, to press his throat into the hard-soft hollow of his throat.
“I thought you didn’t like cuddling,” Daniel teases, even as he wraps his arms around Max, holding him tightly to him.
Max simply shrugs, makes a soft noise, something that sounds more like a sigh than a protest, but doesn’t say anything else.
Quiet is a part of it too, because mostly like this, Daniel ends up having entire conversations with only Max’s nods or hummed acknowledgements as answers. At first, he wonders if Max is trying to let Daniel, ‘talk himself out,’ but it soon becomes obvious that this something different entirely, because when Daniel pushes for an answer one time, Max shakes his head, burrowing further into the space underneath Daniel’s arm pit with a soft whine.
“Okay baby, you can sleep,” Daniel tells him with a startled laugh, fingertips tracing the shape of hearts up and down Max’s spine.
this is for my own cloud!
Blue Jaye kicks her feet underneath her knitted blanket, the colour of it’s-a-girl-pink. The delicate pastel is a stark contrast to the blue-purple smudges underneath Kelly’s eyes as she holds her, cradled carefully in her arms. On the TV behind where Max and Victoria stand, the highlight of Monza FP2 are playing, and as the commentators discuss Ricciardo’s recovery system failure, she makes an angry sounding noise.
“Maybe she doesn’t like to be stared at,” Victoria suggests, already turning her attention back to her phone, the brand new iPhone Papa brought for her. Her jaw is moving furiously around fuchsia chewing gum, and every so often there’s a loud crack as she blows and then pops a bubble. Even though Kelly asked her not to, because of course the noise will upset the baby.
Sitting down a little too hard next to Kelly, she jostles Blue Jaye, so maybe it is even on purpose. Max knows she didn’t like it when Papa told her it would be a girl.
“How would she know you are looking?” Kelly snaps, unhappy as she tries to settle Jaye again. “Her eyes are closed, Victoria.”
Victoria shrugs, not looking up from Twitter, and doesn’t say anything. Max doesn’t argue either, but of course he knows that you can tell when someone is standing over you, even with your eyes shut.
andddd dystopia au
It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.
When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him, waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries about how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be real.
On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living. It’s happened before; drivers going mad.
It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress, and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing pamphlet, it’s not a real photograph, not like one Max would take of him himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.
Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like-
“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that if Max didn’t know was exactly what Daniel was kept around for, he might think was real.
tagging @catofthecanals289 @love-leah @fricative-pharyngiale if you wanna!
#for my own cloud#to be clear this isnt where like the timeline of the fic starts#just like the prologue i guess if we are getting fancy lol#my own cloud#max/daniel#fic#cw age play#< like theres not really in this but to warn anyway lol#dystopia au#also i forgot to say that kelly is obviously Jos's ex wife not max's gf
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Youngest Original ~ TVDU
Ch 1 - The End of The Affair
Mikaelson!OC
Warnings: mentions of blood, murder, injury, death, usual TVD shenanigans, female OC, Klaus being a bad brother lol
Corresponding episode: TVD 3x3
Masterlist
Prologue
Chicago, 2010
"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan," Klaus says as they exit the car. Stefan gets out of the car, confused as to why they're here.
"What are we doing here?" He asks as Klaus opens the door of the storage room.
"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus asks rhetorically.
"Blacked out most of them," Stefan admits. "Lot of blood, lot of partying. The details are all a blur." He adds.
"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Klaus says.
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Chicago, 1920s
Stefan gets out of the car wiping off the blood from his lips, and walks over to the back door of the club. He knocks and the bouncer lets him in. He walks through the hallway and walks into the club full of life and music. He looks around - Champagne, lights, pearls, people dancing on the dance floor...He puts his hands on the handrails and looks at the singer on stage.
"Guess who my eyes just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" The woman asks.
"Save me a dance, Gloria," Stefan says with a smile as he walks down the stairs. He sees a waiter walking with a champagne glass and he goes to take it, but a woman grabs it right in front of him.
"Oh. Please, help yourself." He says sarcastically. She turns around and looks at him. She's wearing a pretty flapper dress with pearls decorating her neck. She has white gloves on her hands and her blonde hair is done to perfection.
"Oh, I always do." She says with a smirk on her lips and a sparkle in her blue eyes. She walks over to him and licks his lips.
"Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." She whispers to him and starts walking away.
"No, no. Who are you?" He pulls her back to him. She just puts a finger over her mouth and walks away. Stefan looks at her bewildered as she sits down in a booth next to a pretty brunette. They whisper something to each other and giggle as they look in his direction.
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"Chicago was magical," Klaus says.
"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan responds.
"Down to business, then?" Klaus asks sarcastically.
"Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you wanna move on?" Stefan asked.
"We're going to see my favorite witch," Klaus answered. "If anyone can help us with our hybrids problem...it's her." He added and got in the car.
~
1920s - Rebekah's POV
Rebekah was dancing on the dance floor with a man. She was trying to enjoy the music and the atmosphere but it was becoming increasingly difficult because Stefan and his rowdy group of friends were being loud and annoying.
She could hear her sister huffing in annoyance somewhere behind her. She turned around and made eye contact with her younger sister who was also dancing. Her sister pointed to Stefan with her head and Rebekah knew what she had to do.
"Sorry to crash the fun boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music, not you." She told Stefan and his group of friends.
"Oh. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Are we offending you?" Stefan asks in mock concern. His friends laugh.
She smiled and walked up to Stefan. "It'd take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me." She responded and headed back for the dance floor. Stefan once again pulls her back.
"Hey. Are you ever gonna tell me your name? " He asks.
"Sure. When you earn it. Now do Gloria a favor and stick a sock in it." She told him and went back to search for her sister.
She found her sister sitting in one of the booths, sipping on champagne. "He likes you." Her sister broke the silence. Rebekah rolled her eyes.
"Kassie..." She started but was cut off.
"Bekah..." Kassandra teased with a smile. "And you fancy him back. Don't you?"
Bekah just smiled and refused to look at her sister.
"See. You're blushing." Kassie continued teasing. Rebekah slapped her arm teasingly.
"Where's Klaus? I haven't seen him this whole evening." She asked her sister. Kassie just sighed and chugged down the rest of her champagne.
"I don't know. Eating an innocent girl, I assume." Her sister answered with disdain in her voice.
~
Klaus and Stefan walk into Gloria's old bar which still works, 90 years later. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asks as they look around the bar.
"I can't believe this place is still here," Stefan responds. Then, the owner of the bar, Gloria, comes out.
"I remember you." She says to the two vampires.
"Yeah...You're Gloria." Stefan says, shocked that the woman is still alive. "Shouldn't you be..."
"Old and dead? Now If I die who's gonna run this place, huh?" She responds with sarcasm.
"Gloria's a very powerful witch," Klaus adds.
"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She tells them.
Klaus tells Stefan to go behind the bar and pour them something to drink. "You look ravishing by the way." He compliments the witch.
"Don't." She waves him off. "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels." She tells him as they sit down at a table.
"So what am I doing wrong?" Klaus asks. "I broke the curse." From behind the bar, Stefan eavesdrops on their conversation with his supernatural hearing.
"Obviously you did something wrong. Look, every spell has a loophole. But a curse that old, we'd have to contact the witch who created it." Gloria informs Klaus.
"Well, that would be the Original witch. She's very dead." Klaus comments.
"I know. And for me to contact her, I'll need help." Gloria says. Stefan sees a picture on the wall as he's pouring drinks. He picks it up to examine it.
"Bring me Rebekah." She says to Klaus.
"Rebekah. Rebekah is a bit... preoccupied." He tells Gloria.
"She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria responds.
"What is this?" Stefan asks as he points to the black and white photo in his hands. In the photo are Klaus and Stefan, together.
~
"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked Klaus as they entered the storage room where Klaus kept his sibling's coffins. Klaus tries to avert Stefan's questions but Stefan grabs him and demands an explanation.
"Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you." Klaus says.
Klaus then tells Stefan of how they first met and how Stefan knew Klaus's sister. "Your sister? So I knew another Original vampire?" Stefan asked. Klaus smirked at him.
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," Klaus says and walks over to one of the coffins. He opened it and inside was his sister, Rebekah, gray and desiccated with a dagger in her heart. Klaus looked fondly at her and caressed her cheek.
"I don't recognize her," Stefan confessed.
"Don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper's worse than mine." Klaus says and removes the dagger from his sister's heart. "Time to wake up, little sister."
"Any day now, Rebekah. She's just being dramatic." Klaus comments.
"Look why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan asks Klaus as they both look at Rebekah.
"Well, you have many useful talents. In fact, I learned some of my favorite tricks from you." Klaus informs Stefan.
~
1920s - Stefan's POV
"So Stefan, enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an Original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're no more than a diluted bloodline." Klaus asks him as they all sit in a booth. Next to Stefan was Rebekah and next to Klaus was a beautiful girl named Kassandra and she was also an Original.
"Don't listen to him, Stefan. Nik's an elitist." Rebekah says to him as Klaus smirks and puts his arms around Kassandra who just chuckled at Klaus's words.
"And where's the rest of your family?" He asks Klaus.
"Well, let's see. Um, I killed most of them." Klaus stated matter-of-factly.
"But not all," Rebekah remarked with a pout.
"And you're ok with that?" Stefan asked her.
"Well, we all had the chance to choose a side. I chose the right one, eventually." Rebekah said and grabbed Klaus's hand.
"And you? What about you?" Stefan turned his attention to the pretty brunette who was wearing a pale green dress and was looking down at her nails.
"Me? Well, I was always on the right side. Wasn't I, Nik?" She asked rhetorically and leaned closer to Klaus who kissed her temple and smiled at her. The girl gave Rebekah a side glance and smirked at her and Rebekah just rolled her eyes.
They were then approached by a man who accused Stefan of being inappropriate with his wife and demanded to know where his wife was. Stefan Stefan told him to sit down and called for his wife.
When the woman, Lila, sat down, Stefan compelled her to cut herself and poured her blood into a glass. After dismissing the woman he compelled the man to drink his wife's blood.
~
"I was your number one fan," Klaus told Stefan as they walked toward the exit of the storage room.
"Why should I believe any of this?" Stefan asks. Klaus compels the guard of the storage room to inform Rebekah to go to Gloria's bar and to offer himself to Rebekah as food when she wakes up.
"We know each other. You trusted me with one of your secrets. Now I'm gonna prove it to you." Klaus tells Stefan and informs him they're going to Stefan's old apartment.
~
After visiting Stefan's old apartment, the two vampires went back to Gloria's bar. "Where's Rebekah?" Gloria asked them as she handed them both a bottle of beer.
"She'll be here. I can't just conjure her on demand." Klaus answered as he took a sip. He turns to Stefan and asks him what's wrong.
"This is why you asked me to be your wingman? Because you like the way I tortured innocent people." Stefan comments.
"Well, that's certainly half of it," Klaus says as he grabs a bottle.
"And what's the other half?" Stefan asked, curious.
"The other half, Stefan...is that you used to want to be my wingman," Klaus informed the other man as he poured them a drink.
~
1920s - Klaus's POV
Stefan passes Klaus a shot. Klaus chugs it down in one go. "They're jealous. Your family wants you dead because they can never be what you are." Stefan says to him.
"What? An abomination?" Klaus asks with self-loathing lacing his voice.
"No...a king." Stefan corrects him and they both laugh.
"Look at us. Two sad orphans." Klaus jokes. Stefan looks up where Rebekah and Kassandra are standing and talking. Rebekah looks down at Stefan.
"My sister fancies you, you know," Klaus informs Stefan who hums in acknowledgment.
"But I should warn you, Rebekah doesn't do anything half-speed. That includes falling in love. Just be careful. She's totally mad." He tells Stefan and both men laugh.
"I appreciate the advice," Stefan says as he takes another shot.
"And when the point comes when she inevitably leaves you...she can't help it, it's just who she is, don't let your heart do anything stupid," Klaus adds.
Stefan thinks for a second then asks. "What about your other sister? Am I not her type or what?"
Klaus ponders the question and looks up at his youngest sister and sibling. "Kassandra is...more reserved, shall we say? She guards her heart viciously. It will take more than a handsome face for her to fall in love." He explains to Stefan who is now also looking at the beautiful brunette. She looks down at Stefan and gives him a small, polite smile.
"She knows that, sooner or later, she will have to let go. So, instead of going through an inevitable heartbreak, she lets no one in. She's different from Rebekah in that sense." Klaus adds. A silence falls between two men.
"You know what? You're a good friend, Nik. I'm glad I met you." Stefan says to him and raises his glass for Klaus.
~
"So, I'm confused. If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an altar of fire? Huh?" Stefan asked.
Klaus smiled. "All good things must come to an end."
~
1920s - Kassandra's POV
She and her older brother were sitting at a table while Rebekah was on the dance floor with Stefan. "Are you sure you don't want to dance, love?" Klaus asks her. She looks at him and shakes her head with a smile.
"No, I'm good. But thank you for asking." She tells him as she plays with the pearls around her neck. "But it seems Bekah's having a fun time." She remarks with a smirk. They both look at Rebekah who is happily dancing with Stefan.
Then, the smile from Klaus's face disappeared and was replaced by a seriousness that only meant one thing - danger. "What is it, Klaus?" She asked him but he didn't respond. He looked around like he was searching for someone.
"CHICAGO POLICE!" All of a sudden a rain of bullets falls over the bar. Klaus chugs his drink and grabs Kassie's arm as they move away from the table. She tries to look for Rebekah but can't seem to locate her in the frenzy.
"Rebekah! Come on, we gotta go, sweetheart!" Klaus yelled across the bar as he kept a tight grip on Kassie's arm. Bekah appeared from behind the bar and Klaus grabbed her as well. Stefan asked what was going on but got no answer.
Klaus yells at both of them to go and pushes Bekah toward Kassie. "Come on, Bex!" Kassie says and grabs her sister and together they run out of the club, neither of them noticing that Rebekah's special necklace fell off of her in a hurry. What they also didn't witness was Klaus compelling Stefan to forget all three of them.
~
"You compelled me to forget," Stefan said as Klaus finished telling him the story.
"It was time for my sisters and I to move on. Better to have a clean slate." Klaus admitted and chugged another shot.
"But why?" Stefan wondered out loud. "You shouldn't have to cover your tracks. Unless you're running from someone." Stefan pieced the pieces of the puzzle together.
"Story time's over," Klaus says and turns away. Stefan then turns his head left and sees his brother Damon at the other side of the bar.
"I need another drink. A real one." Stefan says and walks out after his brother.
Outside of the bar, Stefan warns Damon that he has to get Elena out of Chicago, lest Klaus finds out that Elena's survival is the reason why all of his hybrids failed. Damon leaves for the club to distract Klaus while Stefan talks to Elena.
Elena tries to get Stefan to come back home, but Stefan refuses, telling her that her plan isn't gonna work. In the meantime, Klaus tries to kill Damon but is stopped by Gloria.
Elena argues that this situation is the same as it was when Lexi found him in the 1920s and helped him.
"And do you know what I did after that? I spent 30 years trying to pull myself together. To a vampire that's nothing. To you, that's half your life." Stefan says to Elena. She says that she won't give up on him.
"I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna be with you. I just want you to go." He tells her and walks away, leaving Elena heartbroken.
~
Klaus is back in the storage room where he kept all his coffins. He noticed that Rebekah's was empty meaning that she had awakened. He also noted the dead guard on the floor, further cementing the fact that Rebekah was now awake.
"Rebekah. It's your big brother. Come out, come out wherever you are." He said in a sing-song voice when all of sudden Rebekah appeared from nowhere and stabbed Klaus with the dagger.
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1920s - Kassandra's POV
"Hurry up, Rebekah. Let's go." Klaus said as he opened the door of the truck.
"He'll be here any second," Rebekah said as she looked out, waiting.
"Do you wanna die? We've been found. We need to move." Klaus said to his younger sister.
"Not without Stefan," Rebekah said, refusing to move. Klaus told her Stefan was not coming.
"What did you do?" Rebekah asked with tears in her eyes.
"Come on. We don't have time for one of your tantrums." Klaus said and grabbed Rebekah by her arm but she pulled away.
"I don't want to run anymore Nik! All we do is run. I want to be with Stefan." Rebekah admitted.
"Fine, then choose. Him or us?" Klaus says. Rebekah looked at him and Kassie.
"Bekah, he's not worth it. Please, let's just get into the truck and go. Please." Kassandra pleaded with her older sister. Rebekah closed her eyes, not wanting to answer.
"That's what I thought. Get in the truck. Let's go." Klaus said as he put his hand on Kassie's back and guided her toward the truck.
"Goodbye, Nik," Bekah said. Kassie turned around in shock. There's no way Bekah was choosing Stefan over them!
"Bekah, you can't be serious. Him over us? Please, Bekah, just get in the truck. I beg you, please let's just-" She tried reasoning with Bekah but her words were cut short when Klaus daggered Rebekah out of nowhere, shocking Kassie.
"Oh my god! Rebekah!" Kassie screamed as her sister's body became grey and desiccated and fell to the ground. She looked at Nik with tears in her eyes.
"How could you!? How could you!?" She yelled at him as tears fell down her face. He grabbed her forearms.
"You better get in the truck, now, or you'll be next. Do you understand me?" Klaus threatened. She looked up at him with rage and anger in her eyes, but ultimately she obeyed him, as she always did.
~
Klaus pulled the dagger out of his heart. "Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." He said to a now awakened Rebekah.
"No, but I was hoping it would hurt more," Bekah replied cooly.
"I understand that you're upset with, Rebekah...so I'm gonna let that go, just this once. I brought you a little peace offering." Klaus tells her and then he tells someone to come in.
"Stefan..." Bekah whispered, shocked.
"Now, you remember," Klaus says to Stefan who suddenly gained back all his memories from the 20s.
"Rebekah..." Stefan said as he looked at the girl.
"Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch," Klaus says as he walks over to his sister. "What do you have that Gloria needs?" He asks her. At that, Rebekah touches her neck.
"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off." Rebekah asked with panic in her voice. Stefan gulps, knowing exactly where the necklace is.
"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus yells at her. She pushes him off and sprints to her coffin to search for her necklace. When she doesn't find it, she pushes her coffin and screams in frustration.
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We see Kassie in a flashback! We won't see her in person for a couple of chapters, but I tried establishing her as a character and her relationships with other people so that you have a sense of who she is before we officially meet her. Hope you enjoyed it.
If you haven't already, you can read the prologue I already posted. The link is at the top.
Thank you so much for reading, If you have any opinions feel free to share!
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Keeping a Secret - Prologue
plot: ehehe lemme leave this blank for now as this is only a prologue
genre: fluff, crack, slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, angst at some point
wc: 2.7k
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I am reeling just from finishing this one because Tsukki is my boy (Kuroo ily too i swear)
Who writes 2.7k words of prologue? lol me
I’ll set up the masterlist when I’m done with the 1st Chapter.
Thank you so much @oii-sugasan and @haikyuu-is-for-lovers for the betaread! :)
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Chapter 1 || masterlist
You aren’t just annoying. You’re a fucking menace. Every time he goes to the gym, your presence is like a plague. You're just a manager, but sometimes he thinks that you think you’re the assistant coach. There’s nothing he’d love more than to shower you with the nastiest, most off-handed comments, just to shut you up and wipe the cheery grin that taunts him every time he sees you.
Seriously, you’re all over the place -- you talk to all members of the team as if you’re a player yourself, you nag everyone to take care of themselves outside training like you’re their older sister, you hand out self-gathered information on upcoming matches as soon as matchups are announced, you scamper around the gym tossing balls, assembling the net, doing whatever the hell you can get your hands on, all the while wearing those stupid shorts that distract the majority of the team, especially the new members.
As his eyes follow you, you suddenly turn around to face him, breaking him from his reverie. Even when you’re halfway across the gymnasium, he can see the sharp playfulness that you always exude whenever you talk to him.
“Tsukishima!” You wave at him with that disgustingly sweet grin. “If you’re done staring at my sexy back, you can start your blocking drills, okay?!” you shout with a voice loud enough for everyone else in the gym to hear. Tsukishima feels multiple sets of eyes glance towards his direction and he ‘tsks’ in annoyance under his breath.
He immediately walks away. He refuses to hear more of the unnecessary and untrue prattles directed at him by you.
He hears footsteps follow him. Judging from its pace and heavy strides, he already knows its Kogane without even looking
“Oi, Tsukki. Do you like our manager?”
He doesn’t understand why Kogane is whispering when you’re half a court away from them. More than that, he doesn’t understand why Kogane assumes he likes you. For one, you were wrong: he wasn’t even staring at you. He was staring randomly at nothing while thinking about how irritating you are and you just happened to be at his line of sight.
“I don’t see anything to like about her,” he replies passively.
“What? Why? She’s super helpful -- and pretty too.” Kogane, just like the rest of the team, believes so. Even Kyoutani is fond of you because of that one time you received his spike on full force. You rolled on your back from the sheer power of it but you were able to receive it perfectly, making the whole team go wild when you did, with him as the only exception as he found it inane.
“If you think so, go confess or something then.”
“You know we can’t!” Pink stains begin to surface on his teammate’s cheeks, obviously infatuated with you. Then again, this is not new to him. It was a basic reaction from anyone whose dick is more functional than their brain. Maybe it’s because you’re the only female so close to everyone else. Honestly, he really doesn’t know. But one thing’s for sure. Kogane has 0 chances with you, and neither does every player of Sendai Frogs.
He remembers the conceitedness you displayed even in your first year as a manager. You two became part of the team almost at the same time. He was two months in when the former manager introduced you to the team. As she finished introducing you, you whispered to her to add something. It went something like ‘oh, umm. y/n-chan also said that no one from the team can’t date her.’ Even the former manager looked at you weirdly but you were just there beaming as you bowed to everybody.
They thought it was a joke, but when you became a full-pledged manager in less than six months, you announced it yourself.
‘I know I’m kind of cute, but I won’t ever consider dating anyone from the team. Okay?’
You announce it with a sickening smile every time there are new members, reminding everyone else that you’re untouchable.
It’s fucking atrocious, to him at least. Unlike the other players from his team, he’s not shallow enough to fancy you just because you’re not disgusting to look at, or that you did your managerial duties so exceedingly well.
He grits his teeth. He hates it. How can someone so chaotic as you be so effective in managing the team. What grinds him even more is that you go to the same university he does, and even there, your presence stinks. He once had a class with you only to find out that you’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be.
It’s infuriating. He can’t wait for the day you mess up -- only then would he finally get the chance to diss you. He’ll turn that shit-eating smile of yours upside down.
--
Man, nothing boosts your mood better than bugging Tsukishima. When you felt his sinister stare boring at your back earlier, you just couldn’t waste the opportunity to say something about it. He just ignored you, but the scowl on his face was enough response to satisfy you.
The truth is, you have nothing against Tsukishima. Yeah, he has a sharp tongue and a vile attitude, but hey, he’s a good team player. He doesn’t speak much, but he gets shit done in matches. Despite his foul personality, he’s actually manageable: he listens to you and he rarely shows up late. He’s not particularly motivating to look at, but he still does what’s asked of him. For some reason that you don’t know, he still hasn’t spat out his usual, rancid remarks towards you. You know he’s itching to, and honestly, you’re kind of curious of what he’ll throw your way.
Still, for the last three years he kept his mouth shut even though he looks at you like you’re the most unpleasant being he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Y/n!”
You jog towards the team coach, Coach Mira. “Yes, Coach?”
“Do you like Tsukishima?” she asks curiously. The question is funny to you but you hold back the laughter and smile instead.
You like Coach Mira a lot. She’s more like an older sister than a coach to you. You’re free to share a few laughs with her, and she values your input to the team. Maybe it’s because you’re both women drowned in a sea of male athletes that you sort of have that innate connection.
“No, Coach. Why?”
“Cause you pay attention to him the most.”
“I don’t see what’s to like about him,” you veer your gaze towards his direction, watching his scowling face as he walks away, Koganegawa following closely behind him. You can’t hear them, but the sight is already amusing as it is. “I just like putting him in place whenever he’s being extra nasty,” you add.
“If you say so, y/n. Honestly, I don’t really care if you go out with one of them.”
You wave your hand back and forth like you’re swatting a fly. “No way, Coach. They’re like little boys I’m taking care of.”
She sweeps her gaze behind you, scanning all the players present in the court. “Can’t say they feel the same way though.” Then she looks at the same person you’re looking at. “Well, maybe except for Tsukishima.”
“That’s why I like messing around with him the most,” you admit with mirth as you watch Tsukishima get away from Kogane.
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Everyone in the gymnasium is staring as they enter the arena. If there’s one thing opposing teams remember about the Sendai Frogs, it’s their female tandem of a stone-cold coach and a ‘hot,’ bubbly manager who walk side by side in front of the whole team, not the players.
It’s not really an issue for Tsukishima. He doesn’t really care. Shimizu had the same reputation back in high school. But you? You’re not Shimizu. You aren’t even close.
And you, being the chaotic mess that you are, you milked the attention. Whenever someone blatantly gapes at you, you’d wave at them. You’d even entertain those who openly flirted with you. In retrospect, he should find it despicable. Rather finds it entertaining. So does the rest of the team.
When the Sendai Frogs reach their spot, a guy wearing a Tamaden Elephants jersey approaches you shamelessly. A brave (maybe a little bit foolish) act, considering you’re with the whole team.
“Hi!”
You turn around and greet him just as enthusiastically, maybe even more.
“I just want to say, great game from last season, he says as he scratches the back of his head.
Liar.
If the guy really wants to acknowledge the team’s play from last season, he’d approach one of the players. He also wouldn’t have that stupid blush on his awe-struck face.
“Thank you! Great game indeed,” you return the compliment.
As soon as the guy starts fidgeting, Tsukishima can already guess what comes next: it’s either a date or your number.
“If you don’t mind, can I get your number?”
Tsukishima sneers at how predictable the scene is, and he can’t wait to see what comes next.
You beam at the guy. “Sure! It’s number 1.”
He still smiles even though he’s obviously dumb-founded. “Sorry, what?”
“My number, right? It’s 1. Cause we’re number 1 in the district,” You say with that fake innocence that isn’t really fooling anyone.
“...Uhh.”
“Go Sendai Frogs!” You cheer out of the blue and as if an automated response, the rest of the team, even Tsukishima (though lifelessly), answers.
“Sendai Frogs fight!”
The loud baritone of deep male voices drew the attention of other people in the area, brightening your face up even more as you focus on the guy in front of you again. He looks scandalized by what just happened.
“How about you? What’s your number?” you ask, pushing the guy to a mental corner as Tsukishima and his team glares at him while waiting for how he’ll answer. An embarrassed blush replaces the previously infatuated one as he realizes that he shouldn’t have made the mistake of hitting on you.
“I-I’m not really sure,” his voice loses any shred of confidence it once had.
“Oh. That’s too bad,” you feign sympathy.
“Yeah.” The guy looks down. “Guess I’ll see you around,” he adds before retreating defeatedly.
“Bye! Nice to meet you,” you wave cordially. ‘Whoever you are, newbie elephant,’ you say to yourself as you watch the unfamiliar member of the Elephants go back to his team, a team you wiped the floor with last season.
Until now, you don’t understand why people still even bother. You welcomed the flirtations, but never really went out with anybody. You’re not really opposed to getting in a relationship, but like -- Gooood! They’re all so uninteresting. Rejecting them is more fun than the mere prospect of dating them.
You feel a familiar touch on your shoulder.
“Good job boosting the team morale,” Coach Mari says in a volume that only you can hear as she pats you.
“Thanks, Coach!” You grin at her praise.
You turn around to check your players and your eyes instantly land on Tsukishima who had just put on his white headphones and began scrolling at his phone. Around him, everyone else has already started stretching.
You bounce your way to him, knowing that you’d instantly get his attention even without saying anything. But even with you ogling when you stopped in front of him, he still doesn’t budge.
“Tsukishima.”
No response.
‘Heh,’ you snicker internally. He never fails to amuse you when he tries to ignore you.
“Tsu~ ki~ shi~ ma~” You bob your head sideways, popping at the opposing sides of his phone so he’ll notice you.
You don’t miss the minute twitch of his eyes as he drags his phone closer to him in an attempt to shut you out.
Tsk tsk. He should know better by now that you're not the type to back away.
You go beside him instead, tiptoeing so you can see what he’s so busy looking at. As soon as your arms touch his, he puts down his phone and irritatedly removes his headphones.
He’s shooting daggers at you, making you giddy with excitement as he looks like he’s about to say something you. You hold his gaze with a raised eyebrow and subtle smirk that you couldn’t suppress. Did he get fed up already? Is he finally going to say something?
‘Do it. Do it. Do it,’ you chant in your head.
He takes in a painful deep breath instead. “What?” The single word contains so much disdain that you want to cackle so bad.
“Shouldn’t you be stretching?” you query.
“In a bit.”
You leisurely shake your head with disapproval. “I know you’re a lazy ass fucker sometimes,” you begin. “But you always help us win. You’re our meanest, tallest, best blocker.” Your gaze drops down to his ankles and travels up.
“So,” you continue, dropping your voice amusedly, “stretch those gorgeous, God-given, legs you have.” Your eyes linger on his thighs before landing up to his face to smile sweetly at him. “Will you?”
This is one of the moments you’re pretty sure he won’t dare talk back at you. Why? Because you’re one hundred percent right, and he knows that too.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hate it.
He glares at you for one second and walks towards the rest of the team to join them.
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Playing at the professional level, he always considers one match to be a big win already, even if it’s just the first match of the regular rounds. Ever since he became a starter for Sendai Frogs, he was not allowed to slack off even for one rally. He could take the lecture if it’s from Coach, but he couldn’t stomach it if it’s from you.
Even before the match started, you were already on his grill, pestering him just because he wasn’t warming up yet. He was pissed the whole game and put extra effort than usual to make sure that you won’t have anything to say after.
“Um, excuse me.” A girl from Red Rabbits blocks him on his way to the restroom. “Tsukishima, right?”
He can tell that she is trying her best to look nonchalant, but the familiar tint on her face is telling.
Tsukishima had never understood girls who approach him for anything remotely romantic. Does he look like he’s interested? It’s not that he’s not open to the idea of dating, but he finds it unpleasant when people go after him because they like how he plays. Worse, for some obtuse reason like him being ‘cute.’
“Yes. Why?”
She smiles at him bashfully with her arms crossed behind her. “I’m also a middle blocker. I was really inspired with how you read block so well. If it’s okay with you, can you teach me how you do it?”
Why would he do that? He’s already a senior college student who’s also a professional athlete. He has no reason to go out of his way to teach someone read blocking. Especially someone who’s already supposed to know it since (as she claims) she’s also a middle blocker. Judging from where they currently are, someone from Division 1 no less.
“Sorry. I’m really busy,” he says bluntly.
“Oh, okay. Sorry for bothering you.” She bows then takes off immediately.
He watches as the girl from Red Rabbits scampers off as quickly as humanly possible. Did she really think he’d agree to it?
He is too occupied to notice the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and only when you speak does he notice your presence.
“Aww, poor girl going out of her way to ask you out.”
He groans. Why are you even here? You’re supposed to be checking on the team since their match just ended.
You fall into step beside him as he brushes your comment off and continues heading for the rest rooms.
“I didn’t ask her to,” he calmly responds despite your irksome presence.
“How are you going to get a girlfriend like that?” you ask exaggeratedly as if not getting in a relationship will lead to his ruin.
“I don’t need one.”
You gasp. “Damn, Tsukishima. Men your age are all about raging hormones. Where do you put all that raging testosterone?”
He purses his lips in a corner, his jaw tensing at your remark. Men his age? You talk as if you’re older when you’re in the same year he is.
Also, what the fuck?
Now you’re nagging about his personal life too? You’re already aggravating as the team manager. Now you’re even sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.
His blatant irritation must have shown in his face because you suddenly let out a giggle. “My bad, my bad. Don’t look so scary. Geez. Where you get action is none of my business. I just followed you to let you know that we’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
You turn around, about to go back but stop before you make the first step. “Oh, and we have a meeting later. I did the stat sheets of the game and gave it to the coach already. Great blocking, Tsukishima!” You pat his shoulder twice with a proud smile, then saunter off back to the arena.
Damn it. If only you aren’t so good at being a manager, he would actually be able to dislike you to the fullest. Not only that, he wouldn’t feel that silly, tiny contentment he felt upon hearing you.
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Chapter 3 (ao3)
Prologue (ao3) (tumblr)
What if, when Jack was born, he stayed a baby?
A retelling of season 13, with a few key differences.
No planned schedule, will update when I finish chapters lol
Chapter 3 - the Sacrament of Confession
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned…”
Mia sat at her kitchen island, rivulets of wine drip and form legs like tiny, burgundy tear tracks each time she swirled her drink. Hours passed since Buddy died, since the hunters and their magical baby left with the shadow that hung over her life for the past few years, rolled up in her antique rug, and she didn’t feel like doing anything else but this. It was funny, though. With Buddy gone, Mia was free to do anything, go anywhere, and all she did with her newfound freedom was climb the few feet from her lobby to her private floor. She camped in her kitchen for hours, drinking; the empty, nearby bottle of wine was full when Mia first retrieved it, an older vintage the cashier advised her to pop open during celebrations.
She guessed this counted.
Finishing her drink, Mia pushed both empty glass and bottle to the side. She laid her hands flat against the dark, marble counter and pushed, steadying herself as she stood. The room hardly spun. It wasn’t that strong a wine, especially given her inherited tolerance. Mia chose not to waste another.
Rather, she felt like taking a lengthy soak in her bathtub. With fancy bubbles and salts mixed in the water, and scented candles perched upon pure porcelain and wooden shelves and whatever space she could find.
She needed a relaxing bath. She needed to relax. Buddy dying meant she finally could relax.
Why is it so difficult for Mia, then?
On her way towards her bathroom, the intercom buzz annoyingly sprang to life.
Mia jumped, hitting the wall at her back and rocking the few picture frames hanging there. Her chest expanded with frantic breath, mind immediately conjuring an image of Buddy, angry, leaning his whole weight on the buzzer. Soon, she calmed, reminded how that was impossible, now and forever.
She approached the intercom with more confidence, slapping the receiver in response, cutting off another round of buzzing. “Yes?”
“Hey, Doc,” a familiar voice drawled, low and raspy, “can I come in?”
Dean Winchester lapsed into a weighty silence after. He said nothing else that might clue Mia in on why he stood on her porch for the second time this evening. And as Mia learned early on, there’s a lot that can hide beneath such silence.
A troublesome thought surfaced from the depths of fear simmering in the back of her mind, cloaked in the voice of her mother, sounding like advice she passed onto Mia from her mother who learned from her mother’s mother and so on in a long line of ancestors. “Hunters only come by for one thing,” they warned, “the best thing you can do is run.”
What if Dean, despite killing Buddy, wasn’t satisfied? What if he returned for her, to make good on his earlier threats? If she let him inside, will he prove her mother and mother’s mother and so on true? Fire a bullet between her eyes in the half a second it took to open the door? Or, if she refused, would he barrel inside regardless and steal this newly returned peace from her?
Would he stand outside all night, if Mia stayed quiet like she was, and think she abandoned her practice and skipped town halfway through his question?
Already she drew out her answer too long, and either she spoke in the next few seconds or fled to her bedroom where she’d stay awake until morning, hoping he left. The latter didn’t appeal to Mia. She promised herself that she finished running. That it wasn’t what Mia wanted to do, not anymore. Mia cleared her throat and pressed her finger on the button again. “Sure. I’ll be down in a moment.”
Mia detoured, grabbing a steak knife from a drawer and hiding it within the folds of her skirt. The knife wouldn’t overpower a gun, if it came to that, but Mia might take him with her.
Hopefully Mia’s fears stayed exactly that.
Mia opened the front door slightly, peeking onto the porch through a sliver. Dean stood, his shoulders stooped from exhaustion and a haggard expression across his face that exaggerated every wrinkle on his pretty face. Quickly scanning him, she saw no sign of a weapon. She couldn’t decide if it were better or worse. Mia unfastened the final lock, fully welcoming Dean back into her home. “Dean,” she started, “what can I help you with?” Her grip tightened on the knife, sharp line of its blade shifting against her skirt’s fabric.
He shuffled towards her, Mia flinching as he did. The knife perked at her side. “Sorry,” he said, both hands rising to greet her. His open, empty palms soothed her somewhat, and weakened her hold on the knife, it wilting into her skirt. “I didn’t come here for a fight.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I…” A shudder ran through him like a summer storm, righting his posture instantly. He glanced behind him, into the waiting shadows, as if a ghost might step out of that inky blackness. “Can we talk inside?”
She owed him nothing. Still, Mia swore an oath when she accepted her diploma. As she noted during his first visit, this was a man who needed help.
Who would she be if she turned him away, hunter or not?
“Follow me,” she instructed, turning on her heel without waiting for his answer. His clacking heels let Mia know he trailed after her, from the entryway and up the stairs until she was in her kitchen again. Mia set her knife down on the island, facing Dean as she did. He snorted, raising a brow at the weapon. “What?” she huffed, “a girl can be cautious, can’t she?”
“You’d be stupid not to be.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yet here we are.”
Mia waited for Dean to respond. Instead of snagging the obvious bait, he hunkered down on one of her brass stools, shoulders hunched and fists mangling each other in a facsimile of prayer. She busied herself, setting the empty bottle nearer the sink while she washed clean her glass. Then, Mia asked Dean if he wanted anything. His non-answer meant she needlessly flipped cabinets open and shut, trying to fill a void with something other than words. Mia hadn’t much she wanted to say to Dean.
But about when Mia checked her refrigerator a third time, her mouth spat loose a question that dripped like drool past her lips and splattered everywhere by the time she realized she asked. “What you do with Buddy?”
Dean awoke, his eyes darting away from the swirling, enchanting pattern of her countertop. “Do you really care?”
A deflated no sat on her tongue, unwilling to rise from a lack of something Mia cared too little to analyze at the moment. It wouldn’t do Mia any good doing so, either. She sensed an answer that, in her current state, she might not like. Mia also recognized what Dean tried doing. Therapists smelled avoidance like vamps did blood. She glossed over his question with attempted ease, shrugging, breaking their locked gaze. “Call it being sentimental,” she said, “or curious. Whatever you feel like.”
Dean kept his judgment close to his chest but offered up what she asked for. “I dropped Sam off at the motel with… with the kid, then I took your ex past city limits. Dug a shallow grave, struck a match – that paint enough of a picture?” She nodded. “Thought so. Sorry ‘bout your rug, by the way. It was nice.”
“It was Home Goods. I’ll find another just like it.”
“Of course…”
Mia stood across from him, separated by the island. Her fingers lightly brushed the knife’s handle. “And you decided the next best place to come was back to the scene of the crime?”
“I stopped for gas in between,” he told her, “Bummed around at the Gas’n’Sip, bought some gum… not like I was dying to bother you again, or whatever.”
“But you’re here,” she pestered him, a sly smile crawling across her face as she noticed him squirming, like a worm wriggling for traction in mud. “Why?” Dean remained tight lipped. Mia pushed further. “Therapy didn’t seem like your thing earlier.”
“Therapy’s for people who have time to whine about their problems.”
“I think you’re afforded a little time,” Mia said, “especially after losing your mother.”
Dean grinned, his features stretching like saran wrap to barely conceal his frustration. “Can’t believe you bought all that crap, doc,” he laughed, “Sam and I were stringing you along. None of what he said was true.”
“So then she didn’t die a few days ago?” she asked, “And this little diversion, this hunt, wasn’t some sort of distraction from that big blowout?” Mia slid the knife towards her, studying her reflection in the blade. “It’s late, Dean. I’m tired. I’m betting you are, too. Sam sure was, only reason I could think of for why he’d spill all that to me while we were alone.”
She angled the knife Dean’s way, staring at it still. He looked furious in the silver mirror. “Did he mention anything else?”
Mia returned her gaze, arching her brow. “Was there anything else to mention?”
This contest ended with Mia the victor, Dean bowing his head in surrender. “…No. I guess there isn’t.”
A little, natty voice at her ear warned what he said was a lie. She didn’t call him on it, showing some mercy. Mia returned the knife to its drawer, her back facing Dean. “Is there anything you feel like mentioning?” Mia asked him, “About your mom… about what happened… about, hell, why you’re here?”
Her hand stayed on the knife’s handle as she kept turned away from Dean, her spine rigid and ready to snap at the first scrape of the stool. All she heard was a low exhale of a man with a lax grip on his sanity and some rustling.
“I was thinking about what you said during our… session,” he mumbled, “about how you practice. How you shift…”
Mia smiled, closing the drawer with a soft tap. She rounded the island, laying a soothing hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Is there something you want to say, that you didn’t get to?”
Dean nodded. He pulled his hand out his pocket – she hadn’t noticed it disappeared – and revealed a photograph. It was old. It was bent every which way. It was given to her with trembling hands. “If you don’t mind?”
She studied the profile, committing details to memory as the beginning pinpricks of the shift startled like morning waves lapping at her feet.
“Give me a few,” she told Dean, “I won’t be long.”
Mia retreated for her downstairs bathroom. That room was more accustomed to handling the ooze produced from her shedding. Plus, a bubble bath wasn’t out of tonight’s equation entirely. If she used the one upstairs, that wouldn’t be the case.
She slipped the photograph between the cabinet mirror and its frame, thumb tracing the profile captured there. Her body roiled with change. Her cracking bones echoed within this small space, bouncing off tiles as she changed to better fit what she saw. In the process, Mia stripped free of her clothes. Then, she peeled away her dark skin for something lighter and, by her guess, calloused.
Tiny hands doubled in size and calloused. Her jaw became squarer, stubble shadow obvious once her eyes adjusted to their new color. Mia’s hair sat flatter atop her head, lifeless.
When she dropped the last piece of dead skin into the tub, and her body fell silent as the hum inside quieted, Mia examined her appearance in the mirror. She compared what she saw with the picture. “Not bad…” she coughed, voice and octave deeper, and with a similar twang she heard Dean and Sam speak with earlier. Mia approximated this detail, like she had the height.
He looked tall, in the photo.
Mia left the bathroom, diverging briefly for the armoire in her office. She kept a few outfits inside, at least one article of clothing for each size. Her eyes caught a simple, grey button-down and a pair of jeans, not caring to put on much else.
It’s not like she’ll wear them long.
Dressed, she shuffled back towards Dean. He moved from the kitchen since Mia left, sitting on one of her sofas in the living room. Dean didn’t flinch when she stepped on a loose floorboard, though its creaking startled her enough to make a tiny gasp. Dean’s focus lingered on his lap, held there with grit and determination if his trembling shoulders were any indication.
Mia approached him with care. “Dean,” she started, voice gruff but also soft, “I’m right behind you.” She laid her hand on his shoulder, overtly aware how he tensed from his words and then again, somehow worse, once she touched him.
Dean’s head whipped around so fast she felt the breeze against her now-hairy forearms. “Wow,” he chuckled, a grim sound that didn’t rest easy, “you really look like him.” Mia moved to sit beside Dean, her hands off and in her lap. “So,” he continued, “do I call you Mia, or…”
“It’s best you speak to me as if I were the man in the photo.”
Nodding, Dean slid away from Mia, widening the distance between them. He tried meeting her gaze. She noted how his eyes stayed fixed on a point behind her. “Okay,” he said, “uh… this is… this is so weird…” It’s not an unusual reaction to this method. Mia was well accustomed to this routine, waiting, watching him cycle through his discomfort still and silent as an ice sculpture. Every patient, no matter their differing problems, responded the same. “Hey… hi,” Dean squeaked out, deflating, “dad.”
Mia’s lips thinned in response, the only cue she gave for Dean to keep talking.
Dean cleared his throat. “It’s… it’s been a while, I guess. That is – that we’re here like this. I know it’s not – you’re not… if you were you, it’d sure be a shock. What am I? Nearing forty… neither of us probably predicted that happening, did we…” He sighed, rubbing away some glistening wetness crowding his eyes. “Fuck, I don’t – I don’t know what I’m doing. Dad… Mia… I don’t – I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing here?”
He begged for an answer with pouted lips and hollow cheeks. Mia, resilient, ignored his pleas. She dipped her chin and raised her brow in practiced ease.
The combination provoked something terrifying from Dean. A wildfire tore across his face, razing the sadness and confusion. Those softer emotions flew on windswept smoke while the only thing left to see was an ugly fury.
“You want me to yell?” he asked, voice climbing higher, more frantic, “Is that it? Yell at you? Scream and rant and rave at you until I’m hoarse – because I can do that! I want to… I… I’ve wanted to, for so long.” He leaned closer to Mia, snarling, scaring her. She kept playing statue, not to comfort wounded prey but to protect herself from a rabid predator. “Swallowed so much shit, since good little soldiers didn’t talk back to their drill sergeants. Because that’s what you were. You weren’t a dad, I was. Hell, I was mom, too. I had to be both of these things while you spent every day playing hunter, chasing down the demon that killed mom. To what end? Revenge, for mom? The last thing she wanted was for any of us to get involved in this life, becoming hunters like she was… not like you’d know, since she kept that from you.” He sunk into the sofa, chest heaving, ripping breaths out of the air with deadly intent. Dean spoke, again, in a much calmer tone. His words were sharp and precise, aimed to kill. “You didn’t know who she was. You didn’t know Sam… and you sure as hell didn’t know me. All you ever were concerned about was yourself. You lied to everyone, pretending what you did was for something much more noble than it was. Justified being a shitty dad with excuses, like how hunters can’t be good parents or have childhoods, or that, when mom died, a part of you died, too…”
Dean paused for far longer than a beat, giving Mia a moment to digest what he said. Recovering from her stupor, she reached across the divide and laid a hand on Dean’s knee. “Dean…”
He jumped. “I get it,” Dean whispered, “I really do, how you must have felt after mom died. When Cas… I didn’t know I could get more broken than I already was. Seeing him there shattered what little of me there was left. And what sucks is that I can feel myself… feel myself turning into you, but also being aware of who I used to be. It’s like I’m going crazy…” Dean shook with the force of an earthquake, except nothing else in the room moved an inch. “I want to blame someone for making me like this. I want it to be you, I want this to be your fault so bad because it feels like it should… because you didn’t step up when mom was taken from us. You didn’t try to be the adult and forced that job onto a kid who wasn’t ready. You made me become a nurturer, then into a killer – now I’ve got a kid and every few seconds I’m flipping between comforting him or destroying him.” Dean sucked in a deep breath, eyes flooded and red-rimmed. “I hate Jack and I hate that I hate him, but I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to fix it. And I can’t stop thinking about you, because you sure didn’t ask for Yellow Eyes to kill mom. She made that deal… same way Cas did what he did, to protect those they loved. We were the suckers who got stuck picking up the pieces, is all.”
Dean’s trauma reminded Mia of her first shift, of skin strips peeled slowly one by one, left in a pile of blood and pus. She wiped her own teary gaze, clearing her throat. “Dean –“
“I don’t,” he talked over her, “I don’t need to hear that you’re sorry. I understand you… but I doubt I’ll ever forgive you. I just… I want to stop feeling like this, so… so full of anger and hate and venom… but empty, at the same time.” Dean sagged, shoulders drooping as he shunted the heavy baggage he carried for, what Mia guessed, decades. “This was stupid,” he said, “I shouldn’t have come here –“
“Dean,” Mia started, rising, “Wait –“
“Thanks for trying anyhow, doc,” he mumbled, scurrying towards the stairs, “I’ll see myself out.”
She stood there, letting Dean run from her home. He clambered down the steps, and when he slammed the door open Mia heard the hinges scream as they rocked from the force.
Mia sighed. Those hinges called for her. They warned that someone might take advantage of her open front door to come do harm.
Except no one could hurt her tonight. Nor would they any other night.
She stripped off the borrowed clothes she wore, marching to her bathroom naked. Mia twisted the knobs beside her faucet, hot water cascading from the spout and filling her tub. Then, she opened her mirrored cabinet for supplies: perfumes, bubble baths, a box of matches and a green cylinder of pre-rolled joints. As she closed the cabinet, her stare lingered on the features of the face she borrowed. Mia traced the edges of Dean’s father’s face, frown deepening with each passing second. “You must have been a real rat bastard when you were alive,” she said.
Mia struck a match, lighting a joint and all of the candles littered about her bathroom. She dumped a capful of bubble bath into the half-filled tub and added a few drops of perfume. Once the tub reached the inner rim, it looked like a field of bubble-shaped flowers that smelled of lavender with a waterfall she slowly eased to a trickle and then a drought.
It was the perfect environment for relaxation. Unfortunately, that was the furthest thought from her mind.
Mia, however, accepted that.
She slipped into the tub, taking a drag from her joint and huffing smoke past her lips. It clouded the past events, of Buddy’s attack and his death, of Dean Winchester’s breakdown, but didn’t fully remove them. Tonight carved itself a firm place within her mind as a turning point in her life.
And though her heart ached for Dean, wishing him luck in finding his own version of peace, Mia learned from their session.
Freedom came slowly, bit by bit, one piece of skin at a time.
Mia wasn’t sure who she’ll be on the other side of this transformation. She smiled, content with who she was now and reveling in the uncomfortableness of freedom.
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oh??? is it time for mr. handsome worl wide? no not soryu. no not luke. shuichi man!! he’s very pretty to look at but then i remember the nudist part and im just... well at least by this point mc doesn’t see it as weird anymore
so the story is abt mc realizing the struggle of being the future wife of a public figure like Shuichi (versus someone that can simply choose to be more private like... essentially the rest of the cast), esp as someone that’s kind of... a nobody
lol in contrast to Luke’s, mc’s fam is like yeaaaa shuichi we stan and then they vanish until the wedding. guess that’s the perk of marrying a... politician. but then unlike luke’s, poor mc feels pressured to be super fancy and educated so the girl is out here learning stuff like Spanish in her spare time. fortunately for mc, the kbtbb boys are all written like baby’s first OC and all know spanish.
even mamo seems to know a bit bc he says he contacts Europol sometimes... woaw. and then soryu claims that if you don’t know the local language, the cartel will look down on u so ok, sure. but that was the only actual line of Spanish they bother to write. There’s a part later that’s supposed to be all in Spanish but they just put a “translation” for the entire thing. i mean it’s much easier to read and i doubt they have a Spanish speaker on standby but im like... yea this would be much cooler like voiced or smth bc in text im just going pffff
i like how bc of the prologue, every guy is canonically supposed to be late to his own wedding tragic. WOW BUT SHUICHI MISTER HANDSOME WORLDWIDE the man got 3 new models. his power. he does the cheesy 108 rose thing tho and im like ok ok get on the futon
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Danganronpa S Prologue is already online so gonna watch and post anything that catches me fancy. I could play it, but nooooo, that HAD to make it a Switch exlusive. /bitter
IDK if this is in general or player specific but we seem to be following Komaru. She’s really nervous about joining the Summer camp. Makoto’s there helping her through it though.
Toko bringing the sass, saying Komaru prioritised meeting the celebrity Sayaka (cuz she’s a big fan) over her, lol.
Nagisa calling the actual HP students worse behaved than the kids OMG
Shirokuma’s here? Also Komaru apparently met the Warriors of Hope in Towa City in this timeline too.
Makoto’s amazed that Komaru knows all these people, including Hiroko Hagakure lol.
Hajime is amazed at Komaru’s connections, while Komaeda mentions he was chosen from the Reserve Course because he has such good connections with everyone too.
Monotaro says the program they’re running isn’t just for Hope’s Peak graduates, but Reserve Course students, Hope’s Peak Elementary and applicable family of said people too. Monophanie says it studies how more people impacts the students?
SHUICHI AND KAEDE MY BELOVEDS
Shuichi finds the Monokub’s wording offputting, Kaede is saying how it’s tiring to constantly hear them talk about talent as much as she enjoys it here.
Monaca’s here OMFG
Monokuma actin sus
Apparently the Neo World or whatever VR this is basically had to be kept secret from everyone who wasn’t working on the project? Kazuichi and Chihiro seemed to know cuz relevant talents. Gundham even noticed the former disappearing often after class. Miu also seems to be part of the project, makes sense cuz inventor.
Setup seems similar to V3′s version of the Neo World with the consciousness and memory cords.
Bedtime, ursine!
KYOKO FINALLY
Based on real Jabberwock Islands and all that
OMFG they actually bring up Hiyoko’s growth spurt. They took measurements for the avatars before she grew lol. Hiyoko is not amused.
Any simulation in the avatars feeds back into the real bodies, huh. Wait, Kazuichi even specifies you even get real nutrients from the VR???? What the heck???
...goddammit, of course Miu had to explain that bodily excretions are covered by the pod tech too.
Chihiro mentioned the Ultimate Neurologist and Therapist as other contributors to this project. Matsuda representation by title I guess? :P Lots of upperclassmen and school staff helped the project too.
Oof ominous music and brief panic of everyone learning they have to get hope fragments to be able to leave the VR. Also wait, is Monokid implying that if someone DOES fail, it means everyone else is held back?
Monokubs have wands to do shit in VR I guess. Himiko reacts like they did real magic. Apparently the wands are basically to do things that wouldn’t be in budget as per Monosuke’s words LOL
Wait does this mean the Monokubs are the ones who designed the swimsuits? No wonder so many of them are tacky.
UH OH SHIT’S GOIN DOWN
Monokid implies bestiality...
Monokuma’s here to fuck shit up and ruin the camp.
Hang on... so where is Junko? We’ve seen Mukuro, but how exactly would Junko get into the Neo World if Mukuro was disguised as her, and therefore meaning that Junko would need an extra pod to get in? I imagine she’s probably clever enough to find a way in herself anyway, but still, wonder if this will come up...
Lol so they actually do a tutorial for the fights, and the characters end up reacting to the fact they basically have powers. :P
Okay so apparently any damage done to avatars is automatically repaired so it doesn’t transfer to IRL.
Oh, Kurokuma... you’re not missed.
Monokuma makes Monobeasts to basically obstruct progress to other islands lol. And yeah the kubs are asking how Monokuma got a wand too. *whispers* It’s Junko. Oh wait nevermind Monokuma seems to have just stolen Monotaro’s, lol.
LOL the kubs give Monokuma a punishment time. Shame there’s no full cutscene for it but eh I’ll take what I get. It’s also meant to only briefly immobilise your avatars.
Byakua hates admitting to agreeing with Komaeda that they should all be able to put up a fight.
WTF the Monobeasts are avatars too. The kubs try to get rid of them but fail, so it’s up to everyone else. They also eat their wands so Monokuma can’t steal them again lol.
Komaeda’s way too into having the Monobeasts around, not surprising.
Komaru asks if Hope’s Peak is always like this. Makoto says only sometimes. :P
Oh apparently the swimsuits are customisable for everyone, so I guess it’s just everyone who’s tacky. :v
Oof Chihiro feeling awkward because Monokubs decide to have the boys and girls meet at different places.
Lol they’re lampshading how showy the swimsuits all are for the girls. So much for the avatars being able to customise them. :v Monophanie apparently just assumed all swimsuits were bikinis, lol.
Tenko wants to ban the men from the beach because of the risque swimsuits. All because Monophanie did a dum dum.
Miu already changed into hers because of course. :P
Toko comments that Angie already wears a bikini everywhere. :v
Kirumi offers to make swimsuits herself if the girls don’t like theirs. But because fanservice game, they all pick their ones anyway. :v
Chihiro snuck off to check things, good excuse to avoid gender awkwardness!
Beach time lol
So that was the prologue! Was fun, hope I’ll be able to see more soon.
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Ayesha Liveblogs Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card S1
Not to be someone born in the 90s but wow this is a change from the more simple animation style new anime truly likes things shiny, intensely bright and round lmao
Ah I guess the prologue is just a reanimation of the original anime finale? That’s fair it helps you reintegrate if it had been nineteen years for you
“That way, you’ll realize who you consider to be your Number One” Eriol’s advice has gotten less cryptic since he stopped lying
“The person I love the most... is you” Lmao didn’t Syaoran ALREADY do this confession in the final battle this is like in Naruto the Last where Naruto just forgot that Hinata had already said she loved him
Fdshkfjhkjdfhksjhfkjh wow Yukito appearing with a flower background and shine effect and softened face is this a style choice or is this just Toya Vision™
I think Toya’s voice IS different rest in pieces I still respect u bro
“How do I feel about Syaoran” [Pan across Syaoran in floral background] It is a style choice how very shojo manga of you
I’m really very confused by the references to Tokyo Tower bc I’m pretty sure they were battling at Tsukimine Shrine did I miss something??
No I just checked it was definitely at the shrine in the anime did THEY not check or were they like ‘hmmm not enough drama only Tokyo Tower for our battle backdrops pls’
This is the third or fourth flower backdrop in the first ten minutes jkhkdjhg the floral effect artists said ‘I WILL BE SILENT NO LONGER’:
I DO NOT understand the chronology of this the bear exchange was the last scene in the anime is this before or after the finale???? If it’s after then why is Syaoran still in town
Rjhkjhgkj is the entire point of redoing this episode so Sakura could also give Syaoran a bear
“Toya was too embarrassed, so he had me bring it over and went back to his room” Lmao @ Toya sending his boyfriend to be nice to his sister in his place
If this show does not stop the floral cutaways I will not be able to take it seriously it is Ouran High School Host Club levels of intensity jdshfkjshdfkjhsdk
“Will you wait for me?” “Yes! I’ll wait! I’ll be waiting!” I think they threw out all continuity just so they could establish that these feelings were for sure mutual for the setup of the sequel series
That, or the original series so heavily discarded manga continuity that they are trying to walk it back to something more accurate without any real explanation
Rffkghkfghkdfhgkj if they’re referencing the original anime bear scene what was the point of that stupid prologue SO WHAT IS THE TRUTH
“My name is Mike. I’m from Portland” LOL references to Americans in anime are always so funny
“Now I can stay in Tomoeda forever” did u bring ur mom and sisters orrr
Gosh I’m actually quite thrown by how quickly this romance escalated it took them 57 episodes to just use each other’s first names and now it’s taken them one (1) episode to Commit 4Ever At Age 13
HAHAHA do they have smart phones now? Always on the cutting edge
“I Am a Stuffed Animal” some of the quirky captions ARE worth it
“Make sure you tell him... even the smallest things” Yue has become more of a romantic since he got closure and a part-time boyfriend
“I never knew! Thanks for telling me!” “Never change, Li-kun” kjhgkjhdkj STILL MY GULLIBLE BOY some things don’t ever change
Is that a dragon?? They are really expanding this magical universe
It bears repeating the polar opposite levels of pacing from the two shows it’s only episode one and they’ve already established so many new rules and powers
I don’t blame them for it though bc they have to put forward some kind of plot progression
There were so many visual effects in that scene I couldn’t even tell what was happening lmao it’s like reading manga battles
“But why are these things happening in Tomoeda again?” I mean not to point fingers but Syaoran’s arrival is fairly recent
“Did Wei-san come back with you” “No, just me. But he said he’d come to check on me in a while” HE’S 13?? CHILD. WELFARE. LAWS!!!!
“I wish that I could’ve used it as a reference” “For what?” “To make something that would look wonderful on you” LMAO now that Syaoran and Sakura are a thing He is Included in the outfits
“’Great to have you’ so you can do what?” don’t bully ur sister Toya, u r both happy with your respective relationships now
WHAT ARE THE STAKES OF KERO PRETENDING TO BE A PLUSHIE TOYA IS LITERALLY DATING THE MOON
I understood “Gale” but what exactly is a “Siege” card this feels a little abstract
“We managed to keep him in the dark” did u tho? Again. Moon boyfriend
“So it happened in her room” Did u put a protection spell on that bear or something Syaoran
I genuinely do not tire of Syaoran and Sakura’s shared gullibility this couple is morosexual solidarity
How convenient that Sakura’s new key just announces whenever there’s a new clear card to collect lmao
I meant what I said about Toya’s love language being touching Yukito somewhere above the shoulders
“You’ll find out when the time comes” Dfddjhfjkdhf Toya what are you going to DO
Two cards in one episode is quite a bit for ep 3 I guess they’re trying to give her some more fighting options lol
Is the implication of the way Sakura just happens to be coming across magical phenomenon that Clow Reed didn’t make his cards but just harnessed magic that existed in nature
For no reason other than my own suspicion I think that something funky is going on with Syaoran’s powers
“That person was almost the same height as me” I mean so was Eriol
“Sakura and the Lovely Transfer Student” we know by now transfer students mean that shit’s about to get real
“And then you slept with your belly uncovered” “I did not!” Toya’s gentle bullying to distract Sakura is always weirdly sweet
“Your brother is so funny Sakura” CHIHARU’S RIGHT STAN TOYA
SHINOMOTO ARE YOU SHITTING ME JHDFGHDGDFDD WHY DOES IT RHYME
“I hope we can be friends” if I know anything about this show this means she’s going to do something very shady immediately
I wonder if this will be the season that Tomoyo’s filming of everything Sakura does finally becomes plot relevant
I do think it’s weird that Sakura trusted a new key without questioning it
“I’m changing back” LOL @ YUE TRANSFORMING INTO YUKITO JUST TO AVOID PEOPLE I’M STARTING TO REALLY LIKE HIM
DGSJGSJDGDJGSFFSJDHJS YUKITO APOLOGIZING FOR YUE LEAVING RUDELY THAT’S MY POLITE AND HANDSOME MAN WHO HAS NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE
I KNEW Syaoran was being suspicious!!! Talking about Sakura with Eriol in secret phone calls
“I came here to be ready for that time, when it comes” current theory is that Syaoran has NO powers and that’s why he is not running out of his classroom for teenage battles with the Forces of Nature
“How much has Yukito-san been eating?” “Not as much as he did when you were in elementary school, but he still eats a lot for his size” This must be a strange conversation for their dad to listen to but I like how this is code for Does Yukito Have Magical Chakra Exhaustion
“Um, I just... Phone call” said Sakura, as she was forcibly moonwalked away right in front of her friends’ eyes
LOL is Tomoyo being unable to film Sakura going to be a recurring joke
“Don’t worry about it” “I have to, when it’s about you” Syaoran really going Full Boyfriend Mode huh
I’ve never questioned it in until precisely this moment but who pays Kero’s phone bill?? Is it Tomoyo? Who is the account holder for this stuffed animal did she establish Kero as a legal person
“Momo-chan, let’s be friends okay?” I feel like this has to be immediate foreshadowing for Momo being alive
[Cucumber cut incorrectly] “Gotta show Yuki” hjkfhksjdhfkjhd rude of Toya but the caption kills me
Ddjkhfkjdhfjkdhfkjh the pure juxtaposition of this energy:
Tomoyo: They have other things to do
Chiharu, thinking that it’s a romance thing: [Winks]
Syaoran and Sakura: [In the shadows while threatening music plays]
“I didn’t feel... anything” oh NO why r their magic senses NOT tingling
I feel like I have been had, they had an episode called the “Song of the Moon” and Yukito didn’t even show up?? Rude
SCREAM this magical FaceTime call is much funnier than I could’ve imagined
“Yukito is in a recitation club, which he takes very seriously” GDGJFGJGJHGDG Yue very respectful of not occupying Yukito’s time with magical shenanigans LMAO
“And we’ll make them the cutest oxygen masks you’ve ever seen” Tomoyo, like the background effects artists in this anime, will not be stopped
Well colour me inaccurate I guess Syaoran can use his powers and he can do a fancy new sword thing
I like this flying scarf it’s the first of the new cards with a personality
Poor Syaoran always so serious to being a Teenage Wizard is hard
Wow I bet there’s NOTHING weird about the fact Akiho lives in Eriol’s house it’s just pure happenstance (said no one)
“Could we um, go out together?” I think this is the first time someone has explicitly scheduled a date in all 80+ episodes
I really do enjoy Toya’s never-ending list of temp jobs lmao
“Still going on, huh?” Toya’s older brother senses are unparalleled
LMAO IS THIS A 15 YEAR OLD BUTLER
Ghgjhfjfjhfjh what is the scale for these heights why is Kaito twice the height of these 13-year-olds
Unsubtle shot of this man’s pocket watch echoing Sakura’s dream
I’ve never seen a more Rich Person Reaction than Akiho getting upset that Katio, a service worker, stated that taking care of her was his job hfkjdhfkjh
“I came to Japan because there was a book I wanted”
1. VERY Rich Person thing to say
2. Wow I wonder which of you has a MAGICAL BOOK that’s been doing weird things lately
“What language is it” “I don’t know, but I’ve learned to read it” me when I hear people speak South Asian languages LMAO
Why does everyone keep referencing the Time That’s Coming? Toya, Syaoran, Eriol... they’ve all caught Mizuki’s affliction of vague and unhelpful prophecies
*One more go to jail Mizuki for the road
I hope that these stupid FaceTime calls with Yue are in EVERY episode from now on
Does the fact that he’s listed as Yue-san in Sakura’s phone mean that there’s a phone for each personality omg
OMG I just realized the ep title (Sakura’s Thrilling Aquarium Visit) must be a throwback to “Sakura’s Heart-Racing First Date” which was not a date but took place at an aquarium. Cute!!
GJHGSHJGFSGH Yue is me whenever people talk about video games:
Kero: Hey, Yue, play an online game with me
Yue: [Hangs up immediately]
“I made you wait” “Nah, I got here too early. It’s still twelve minutes before our meeting time.” I think she and Yukito had this exact exchange in that early ep
“She doesn’t have magical powers, but she’s oddly perceptive” I hope that Meilin’s one and only magical power is precognition lmao
Omg every time someone in this show speaks English I am so thrown
“I wasn’t sure how I should look at him” awww Syaoran trying to re-establish himself in the family
I guess this aquarium HAS changed in that it developed a security system for when the tank breaks [youknowwhathatisgrowth.gif]
LOL I guess it’s convenient to have an invisibility cloak when ur breaking and entering I was wondering how they were going to deal with their criminal behaviour in the age of cameras
Ep 10. Sakura’s Unbelievable Juvenile Detention Centre
Weel weel weel looks like Sakura isn’t the only one with new powers nice ice Syaoran!! I missed their tag team fights
OH MY GOD IF THIS PHOTO ALBUM ACCEPTS THE CONTINUITY OF THE SECOND MOVIE THEN SAKURA AND SYAORAN HAVE ALREADY! DONE! THEIR! CONFESSIONS! WOULD YOU PICK A LANE
“You want the person you like to eat good food” Besides the fact Kaito is twice your height and therefore probably an adult... u should not make advances on people u employ - this is all very bad-vibes-no-jutsu
I am shocked that it took this long for Sakura to notice that her new cards paralleled the old cards
Syaoran is staring at Kaito like he murdered his spouse in a previous life
“So he has Moon magic too?” UHHHH WAS SYAORAN’S MAGIC ALWAYS MOON-BASED I FEEL LIKE THAT’S NOT CLEAR
Also very unclear why Eriol keeps leaving her on read if he’s talking to Syaoran what
I love how Kero has independent friendships and communications with both Yukito and Tomoyo lmao
How many times has Penguin Park been destroyed by now
“Perhaps your dream is gradually progressing” Progressing into what exactly the Battle of the Nice Thirteen-Year-Olds
Why is it that magic in this universe comes with above-average athletic ability LOL
Once again, without a body/personification, these cards seem harsh
Kaito seems like too much of a red herring a la Mizuki so I’m going to assume the other presence we see is someone we either haven’t met yet or smth really fucked up with the rest of the main cast
I’d lose my mind if it was Toya but I genuinely hope not he’s too nice
I honestly missed Meilin ever since she chilled out a bit she’s very fun
“The emoji in her message definitely looked thrilled” [Bob Dylan voice] For the times they are a-changin’.....
“I don’t know when it’ll happen, but when it does you’ll know” Toya.......
Toya’s absolutely nonplussed reaction to his Moon Boyfriend never ceases to amaze
Yukito: [Sighs and floats into the air to wrap in a wing cocoon]
Toya: [Sitting and staring unfazed]
Also am I crazy or was that transformation on purpose bc it really had the energy of ‘Fine if you won’t talk to me maybe you’ll talk to Rude Magical Me!!’
“Did I change again?” GUESS NOT LMAO
Also it’s fun how as different as Yukito and Yue are, their shared brain cell says ‘TOYA COMMUNICATE WITH MEE’
“But ever since Syaoran came back, he’s had something important on his mind” People don’t give Sakura enough credit for her emotional intelligence
Can we take a minute to appreciate Sakura’s outfit fashion ICON
What is this Furry card that makes u dress up in ears and a tail lmao
“I’ll treasure [these cookies]” “I’d rather you ate them” LOL
My Furry card prediction gets more and more accurate with each passing second (even a broken clock’s right twice a day)
Uhhhhh Syaoran what did u sell to the moon devil to be able to cut through the space-time continuum
Sakura: NO THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SYAORAN
SCREAM this family and their circle of hair cutting (also if Yukito cuts Toya’s hair, does Toya cut Yukito’s? Or does it not grow bc magic jfhkfh)
“I’m pretty sure that was middle school English” Sakura hearing English is me hearing French LMAO
“Sucks, doesn’t he?” MEILIN PLS
Djhfjkdhkjfhjk Tomoyo’s immediate rage at being the centre of attention
SAKURA DOING MAGIC RIGHT IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE OMG
“Surround the entire mansion” Very subtle Sakura I’m sure no one in your whole town will notice
“I hear her father specializes in archaeology, so he might have some interesting books” “Have I mentioned Sakura-san’s father to you before?” [Dramatic cut in music] WELL
Oh my GOD did Kaito just turn back time bc he regretted what he said immediately? Honestly a mood
Also: BITCH
“You’re so alike, and not just because of your names” I have to say I’ve been thinking since her first appearance that Akiho looks like Nadeshiko so if they’re not related I will be surprised
“Sometimes watching good people makes me feel sad” well damn Meilin
I’m going to guess this Teenage Robot is the equivalent of the fight card that Meilin fought upon her introduction
Aw HELL YEAH SAKURA AND MEILIN TAG TEAM FIGHT WOOOO
“Aren’t you and Syaoran doing too much for those you care about, and forgetting to care about yourselves?” WELL DAMN MEILIN U R THE NEW TEENAGE SUPERHERO THERAPIST
“Can I call you ‘Sakura’ from now on, too?” AHHH THESE KIDS
LMAO AMAZING IT TOOK 13 STRAIGHT EPISODES FOR MOMO TO EVEN TWITCH
“We are indeed progressing... toward that time” I feel THREATENED
Once again I cannot stress strongly enough how much I love physical comedy
Sakura: They don’t seem to be causing any harm
The dessert rolls:
GOD the roll cakes eating each other to form one giant monster Babushka doll roll cake jhfjkdhgkdjhgkj incredible
EXCUSE ME MA’AM WHY WAS THERE A DEMON GIRL IN THE REFLECTION OF THIS SHATTERED CARD
“Please laugh again” Akiho is v nice I really hope Kaito isn’t mean
“Once a magical contract is formed, it can’t be broken, unless something really serious happens” [Quirrel voice] Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is?
“What do you feel” “I think it’s a card” Very observant Sakura I think they gathered that
When Sakura gets all four of the base elements is Momo going to turn into a 200 pound giant rabbit
I like that every time Toya is concerned about Sakura, Yue appears suddenly to discuss the matter seriously with him [Gay and Wondorous Life of Caleb Gallo voice] He’s in this relationship!!
“When you’re angry or upset, it shows on your face, even if you don’t say it” Yue IS in this relationship woooow
“When humans realize they’re talking to a fox, they won’t sell you mittens. In fact, they’ll catch you and put you in a cage.” UH who is the fox in this metaphor not Sakura I hope???
Years later Syaoran is still winded if Sakura makes too much eye contact khgkghkjg
The fact that Yukito reads at a children’s hospital... truly one of The Nicest Not-Humans On Earth
Well with each passing episode we have less and less reasons to trust these cards and Kaito the Young Magical Butler
Ever since Kaito reversed time, I cannot shake the persistent thought that Akiho IS Nadeshiko. That’d be weird but u know... I’ve seen this show do weirder
“Your sweets look better” “No, yours!” Grandpa witnessing this date
“Also if Sakura-chan goes to college or wants to do something else, he wants to help” TOYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
“Any further, and you won’t be able to return” NADESHIKO BE MORE SPECIFIC
“It was my robe” Wait what ur family is a magical society or smth and somehow u don’t know Akiho??? How in the whomst
Everyone in this anime is like, ‘Haha Yue looks mad’ as if Yue does not look mad every second that he’s alive
KHKJHKFJHKJFHJ GRANDPA MASAKI REALLY GONNA GIVE SAKURA A HOUSE AND TOYA NOTHING LMAO WHAT’S IT LIKE TO BE THE LEAST FAVOURITE GREAT-GRANDCHILD LOL
“Nadeshiko would talk to things that weren’t there, and try to reach an understanding with things that couldn’t talk” 91 EPISODES LATER AND MR. KINOMOTO FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGES MAGIC?? OKAY
AND HE KNEW BOTH SAKURA AND TOYA HAVE HAD MAGICAL PROBLEMS FOR 3 YEARS!!! MR. KINOMOTO WHAT KIND OF HANDS-OFF PARENTING
“I want me to tell me [about your pain] too” wow this is the CALL-OUT EPISODE
“The house they live in was once torn down and replaced with an amusement park” were the continuity errors of accepting the second movie... A PLOT POINT?!?!?!
DAMN U KAITO I REALLY WANTED THINGS TO BE OKAY FOR AKIHO
“But I’ve got a great poker face” “Yes you do. But Yue does not” JKHDKJGHKJSHGKJHDKJGHSDJGHKJH BY DIALOGUE ALONE IT’S LIKE WHENEVER ANYONE SEES YUE’S FACE TWITCH IT MEANS HE’S HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN
Yue: Evil magic looming overhead is bad for your wifi signal actually
“I will obtain these new cards. So I can use the relic I took from the association to activate that magic spell” Kaito really laying out his motivations out loud in a library. Insensible. Vague and probably misleading. 1/10 villainous monologue
Sakura’s powers are WILD she can duplicate the strength of her magic
“Power that’s too strong will bring unhappiness to its owner” SYAORAN :((
I feel like the only way this can end is Toya giving Sakura magical noogie so she doesn’t have to carry all of her powers like the reverse of what he did for Yue-kito
THERE IS TOO LITTLE TIME LEFT IN THIS SHOW FOR ALL THE ANSWERS I NEED THERE’S ONLY 20 MINUTES AHHHH
THERE ARE 12 MINUTES LEFT AND STILL NO ANSWERS!!! WHAT HAPPENSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
I GOT ABSOLUTELY NO ANSWERS OH MY GOD?!?!?!?!
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Prologue
I chose this platform because I can pretend that I’m talking to strangers when in reality I am just talking to you four. I feel as if, I’ve sorted my ‘life stories’ into categories. For each particular group of people that exist in my life there is a corresponding box of stories that I can pull from. So if I run with that analogy then I’m basically more comfortable telling you stories that I have filed in a different box. This particular box, with this particular story, wasn’t really meant for anyone. So I share it here. Not as an experience that happened to me, but as a story that one stranger is typing to another. At the same time, the story has a lot of R18+ content. So it will be good to be mindful that my mum is reading this when sharing my story to strangers. lol
Also. I use big words and fancy sentences as a coping mechanism when I’m uncomfortable because it makes me feel safer if people think I am smart. As a result, the more insecure I am in something the more effort I put into disguising the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing. If you’re a stranger then you’re about to get to know me really fast. If you’re you, then you’ll probably find out some stuff about me along the way that you didn’t already know. Alternatively, I’ll find out that you knew me a lot better than I thought you did; and you possessed info that probably would have been really helpful to know about myself. Instead of having to find out on my own. Being lactose intolerant for instance. Mum.
I feel like a lot of us have stories that we feel like we could actually write a novel about, so I guess I’ll just straight up contradict my first paragraph and admit that I have always kind of wanted to write a book about my story with Will. I know it’s cringe to change the name cause no-one else is reading this. But just in case I shall be changing everyone’s names but mine. I just figure that it has romance and passion, betrayal and more love than two people could handle on their own. Plus this way there is no pressure. It’s not a book. It’s literally just a random blog.
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WIP Challenge
Tagged by: @summertime-children
Tagging: @astrologista, @atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine, @benditlikegumby, @cryptoriawebb, @ibmiller, @iceperialprincess, and @otherwise-uncolonized
Challenge: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
I'll also do what deta did and post comments + short fragments. (Be warned it'll be very long though, and most of these are actually Pokémon fics since I was a much more prolific writer when I was younger, and that was the fandom I wrote mainly for.) I also won't be including "Heroes and Thieves" on here (or any DC/superhero stuff really since I’ve essentially “done” everything I had planned for now), as *technically* it is all already completed in draft form, and I'd like to keep things a surprise for whenever I do end up posting~
Hero and Seek
“Well, we’re all together now, so let’s have some fun, all right? Don’t worry, it’s really simple. One person is the ‘demon’, and the others have to hide from him.”
“Eh? A ‘demon’? But that’s scary!”
Three pairs of eyes turned up to her in fear. Those eyes, which screamed and streamed the stark color of blood the first time she saw them – not just from tears, but from the ‘monster’ they believed dwelled deep within. She thought for a moment, then removed her scarf.
“How about this then? Whoever’s the ‘hero’ has to find and rescue the others. It’s a very important Blindfold Brigade mission!”
I’ll start with the one Kagepro fic I did attempt at least, which I described previously here, but is basically about Ayano + the Meka Trio playing “Hide and Seek” for the first time. (I actually had it originally titled as that but just came up with this new version on the spot lol I’m so clever~) For some reason I’ve always been hesitant about reading/writing Kagefic, but I actually got a fair bit farther in this than I thought, so perhaps I should try to finish it someday...
Princes and Frogs
“K-Koizumi-senpai… Um… Please go out with me!”
Itsuki stared down at the tiny underclassman, watching a rose mantle spread slowly over her cheeks as she gazed back with shy, but determined hope in her bespectacled eyes. The older boy could make out his own handsome face reflected off the lens, a virtual image embellished by sparkling hearts and stars. With dim satisfaction and relief, Itsuki ensured that his bright, patient smile betrayed no hint of the weary sigh that whispered behind it.
This is an intro excerpt of the first chapter I planned to write for an ItsuHaru fic from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which I only ever posted the prologue for. ItsuHaru was my first obsessive OTP, and I still think about returning to this story someday (especially since I have now proven to myself I *can* finish a full chapter fic if I put my mind to it), but it’s been so long I feel like I’d need to refresh my memory of the whole series/am still holding out hope for a Season 3 to motivate me again. *shot*
Fall to Pieces
As Itsuki stared at Yuki’s vacant visage, his resentment kept building. His hands clenched, rigidly gripping the edge of the table. Somehow, it just didn’t seem fair. That she could so easily ignore the madness fate had dealt them, never reveal any signs of suffering or bitterness towards her situation, and yet always, always wear the same damn expression on her face.
How could she possibly stand it?
He can’t stand it.
(any more)
An ItsuYuki one-shot, where Itsuki basically blows up at her from pent-up frustration over having to wear a mask all the time and his hidden feelings for Haruhi. The two start to form a connection over their respective “unrequited loves”/understanding of each other’s pain, and one thing leads to another... Like “Heroes and Thieves”, this is in fact technically “complete”, since I actually used the leftover steam from the former towards finishing at least one thing I started a long time ago - although I’m still not sure I’m totally satisfied with it/kinda want to wait to figure out what I’m doing with my other ItsuHaru fics before I publish it by itself. (Incidentally the working title comes from an Avril Lavigne song lol.)
Little White Lies
“Perhaps the best thing for the princess would have been to fall in love. But how a princess who had no gravity could fall into anything is a difficulty--perhaps the difficulty.”
-George MacDonald, The Light Princess
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Haruhi Suzumiya was walking on air.
Itsuki could tell by the way she glided into the clubroom, sailing like a paper airplane – or a balloon with an inflated ego to match.
...Yeah that’s as far as I got with this. This was meant to be a “White Day” story, which is Japan’s “answer holiday” to Valentine’s Day, where guys reciprocate by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates. I always wondered how the boys actually responded in-universe, and I imagine Itsuki secretly stressing out a lot about taking care to not upstage Kyon, but at the same time wanting to sincerely express his genuine appreciation and feelings towards Haruhi - whatever they may be. In the end, he settles on a copy of “The Light Princess” by George MacDonald, which I highly recommend reading since it reminds me so much of this pair, and in general is such a fun and snappy “tongue-in-cheek” take on the fairytale genre.
Sora in Wonderland
But wait- this one was a bit different from all its brothers and sisters. For one thing, it was wearing a fancy waistcoat with pockets- and sleeves that were far too long for it. As soon as it passed by her head, it stopped and slowly turned its head around to stare directly at her with its huge circular yellow eyes. Sora stared vacantly back for a full five seconds before the information registered in her brain and she suddenly yelled, “Hey!”, and sat bolt upright. The Heartless panicked upon hearing her voice and fled at top speed across the white sands, headed towards an opening in the rocks; Sora jumped down off her perch and immediately chased after it, no longer caring about the heat. The Heartless hastily disappeared inside the cave, and Sora soon followed after, determined to catch the freaky little thing and ask it some questions, like what it was doing on the island at this time, and where on earth did it get a waistcoat.
OKAY SO I TOTALLY FORGOT THIS WAS A THING but apparently I tried to write a Kingdom Hearts parody of “Alice in Wonderland” lmao. I’ve never actually played the games (aside from half of CoM), but it was probably inspired by a crossover art my friend drew? ^^; Also Sora is a girl in this bc that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking to it. XP *shot*
Note: The following fics are all Pokémon-related so I’ll just be listing them in roughly chronological order (from most recent to ancient, although they’re all pretty old at this point).
Stranger
The elder slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the boy, the champion, the stranger. “In all this time, why didn’t you come back? You could have seen for yourself how she was.”
Lance wanted to yell something defiant, like a child. But he wasn’t a child. Children were forgiven for their mistakes. And he didn’t want to be forgiven.
The professor’s ancient hand came to rest on the boy’s shoulder. “It’s the way this town works. We don’t talk about things that happen outside our own world. Maybe it was too long ago – too late for you to understand.”
Lance didn’t say anything.
“At least talk to Delia. She’s been wanting to see you.”
“Sorry. It’s too late.”
“You’re a bastard.”
“I know.”
So this looks to be among the last things I’d written before taking a long break from fanfiction circa... 2007, jeeze. Over 10 years, huh. But, I think it speaks a certain amount of maturity that it’s the piece I liked most upon rediscovering. It’s based on an idea I once had that Lance was (unknowingly) Gary Oak’s father, and he was friends/rivals with Ash’s father, who originally won the title of Champion but relinquished it so he could be with his “wife” and kid (or rather, then-pregnant teenage girlfriend). *Something* happened though (I forget what I had in mind) and he ended up dying, leaving Lance bitter and depressed so he refused to return to Pallet Town because of too many painful memories. (Though he *cough* “comforted” their other female childhood friend for one night of drunken grief before he left. ;() What I like most about it honestly is the parallels bw Lance’s relationship with Ash’s dad and their sons’, and that amidst all the angst I enjoyed portraying the earnest energy and optimism of Ketchum(?) senior (”like father like son” after all). I was definitely inspired by Mitsuki’s father in Full Moon wo Sagashite/Maes Hughes from Fullmetal Alchemist by making him a total “dork dad” who’d brag about his (illegitimate) family on national TV during the championship tournament lol.
Ihavenoidea
Either way, I get the feeling this really wasn’t what I had in mind when I made my decision to quit training. I mean that in an intuitive sort of way. Like, sometimes I feel as if I’m not meant to be here, like my life should have ended up differently someplace else. Perhaps this is just one of those weird inconsistencies I told you about. Perhaps not. Even after all that’s happened to me recently, I still can’t really be sure about it.
...No seriously, I have no idea where I was going with this. As far as I can tell it’s written from the POV of Gary Oak, whom I’ve always had a lot of... “complicated” feelings towards. It probably has something to do with another concept I’ll discuss next, although for some reason it sounds like I was going for some sort of AU? *shrug* By contrast to the above, it reads like a whiny teenager complaining about his life - which makes me cringe but is probably an accurate portrayal of who I was at the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This one was actually dated a little after the previous, so my best guess is it was some kind of vent rant where I would “give up” writing/creating and “childish” ideals for a while, as I was wont to do - but I still always come back to it somehow...
RainbowMolly
Molly stepped out from the car and onto the dusty road, her heart beating wildly. She could hardly believe she was actually here, of all places. The ride had been long and mind-numbing with anticipation, and now that they’d finally arrived at the destination, it all felt somewhat surreal to her.
A small bear clambered out from the vehicle, joining her as she stopped to take in the rustic view that met her bright blue eyes. She smiled and picked up her Teddiursa, cuddling its warm, fuzzy body close to her own. Her gaze traveled down the road which stretched in both directions, houses lining up against its margins. She followed it with her eyes towards a hill in the distance, on top of which sat what looked like a quaint little farmhouse with a windmill, turning in the summer breeze. She breathed in the country air, catching whiff of a faint salt smell from an ocean in the distance.
So this was Pallet Town.
...Why I didn’t actually name the file “Chasing Rainbows” - which was the title I had planned for this - I don’t know. This dates back to an old idea I had where I believed Molly Hale from the third Pokémon movie was secretly the true “God” of the Pokémon world - in the sense that the entire universe was an unknowing fantasy of her own creation, similar to Haruhi Suzumiya (ok fine this was totally a crossover/rip-off of the same concept so sue me OTL). In a place where children never seem to grow up and can go on grand fantastical adventures forever, Gary always struck me as an anomaly who willingly *chose* to forego such a life to pursue more “adult” interests by becoming a researcher. So I saw him as filling the role of “Kyon” - the cynical narrator who was destined to ground “God” and bring her back down to earth, but at the same time be won over by her innocence and charm and learn to appreciate “kids’ stuff” again. However, the Legendaries were actually aware of the power Molly holds, and so saw Gary as a threat to their very being - as by “waking” the dreamer and having her face reality meant erasing their kinds’ entire existence. As the “apocalypse” nearly occurred in the third film, Mew and Celebi took on human disguises (in the form of May and Max respectively) to investigate Ash, who was able to calm Molly and “save” the world by “perpetuating” the delusion (and whom Molly totally has a crush on btw *shot*). So it’s a bit of a love triangle lol, with Mew and Celebi (*cough* an alien and a time traveler, get it? *shot*) acting as mediators/interference. (Although Mew might’ve secretly shipped Gary and Molly herself. ;O)
Betrayal
And these blades, these damned scythes that attached themselves to my arms when I was born, a curse upon me since birth, though it had not been apparent up until now. They were covered with blood, the vital crimson liquid that flows through our bodies, now dripping down the steel surface in a webbed pattern, drops beginning to splatter the pure, emerald grass below. The arm felt heavy and weak as I tried to lift it, as if it did not belong to me, but that was only a wishful thought. I gazed calmly at it, inspecting the intricate designs the flow of the substance had created, as if it were an abstract piece of artwork. Tentatively, a pink tongue rolled out and caught a small droplet of it just before it fell from the sharp edge, just to convince myself that it was real. The semi-sweet, metallic taste confirmed this. I had indeed taken these men’s lives, just as I had taken hers.
So I remember this was written from the POV of a Scyther who seemingly went on a murderous rampage. I only know that I wanted to give him an “Edward Scissorhands”-like story, since the idea of having such sharp objects attached to one’s limbs so that one could never directly “touch” another without being a danger is pretty tragic. I suspect “her” was someone (a human?) he cared about but killed by accident, and after that he was only seen as a symbol of power/treated as a tool to incite fear before eventually rebelling against his “master”...
Roses
“If you love someone, you should give them something that’s yours. That shows how much you care for them.”
In the darkness, I pictured his smiling face, explaining to me as he wrapped a present for his girlfriend. His blue eyes were shining with a sort of spirit unfamiliar to me; I guessed, a feeling of love.
Another “dark” take on a Pokémon’s biology (I really liked writing explorations of those back then lol), this time of Roselia. The idea was that a Roselia was so in love with her trainer that she would do anything for him - including allow him to cut off her arms so he could give them to his girlfriend. I actually ended up turning it into a poem at one point:
Love is like a rose they say,
And affection leads to grief they warned.
For in the end love betrays,
Its Beauty maimed by a poisoned thorn.
You gave me pure water with a smile.
Your cheerful face became my sun.
I offered up my blood to you,
And in return demanded none.
Chop off my wrists, and tie them together.
I’ll gladly bleed myself to death.
In order to give you that which
I hold most dear.
My dear, my dear,
Won’t you accept this bouquet?
You take it, smiling warily.
A blush creeps onto your face.
And in those eyes I can see
A garden of roses stretched out,
Composing a wondrous place.
Then you bound my hands in lace,
And brought them to the girl next door.
You presented them to her with grace.
…
My blood continued to pour.
Fanfic
She smiled at me, although something about her expression indicated something wasn't quite right. I watched as she glanced over towards the west, her gaze lingering momentarily on the setting sun. The glowing, orange sphere was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, peaks cloaked in a pale, lavender haze illuminated by flickering beams of gold and scarlet cast across the horizon.
More accurately, I found this buried in a “catch-all” file where I had several (mostly finished) fics saved. This was meant to be from the POV of an Eevee who had just evolved - supposedly into an Espeon due to happiness and bond with her trainer, which is what both wanted. However, since it took place at sunset, she didn’t realize she had become an Umbreon instead, and her trainer ended up abandoning her for it. ;(
It was a warm
Children’s shrieks and laughter echoed across the park as they flocked towards each other, and soon were chasing one another round the playground, weaving in and out between the swings as they partook in an innocent game of Tag. One child was It; she was trying desperately to catch one of her friends so that they would take over the job instead. Then it would be her turn to run away, for none of them wished to play the loathsome role of It. Or was it because they feared being tainted by the person’s touch? It must have been one of the two, for while she would struggle to reach them, catch hold of them, they would only flee, thoroughly enjoying the fact that they were vexing her. Twice she nearly caught one. Her fingertips were almost within reach of one of the other girls’ dresses, whose russet tresses were flowing wildly from the rush of movement and shining with golden highlights as the rays of the sun struck individual strands. The target shrieked and shook her head, whisking her skirt free in time to escape capture, laughing with glee at the sight of the girl left behind, miserable and alone.
Yeah I totally just went with the default beginning of the first sentence lol. I guess this comes full circle with the first Kagepro fic I mentioned (although I’m not even sure I was aware back then that the Japanese version of the game literally called “It” a “demon”, which is even more fitting). I believe this was part of a Pokémon series I was writing involving a creepy little girl and Mewtwo who would bring about the end of the world or something like that, but generally I guess I was just going for a “Catcher in the Rye” feel. *shrug*
Golden Lights
The pale, rosy fingers of dawn were filtering in through the Granite Cave entrance, basking a small area near the opening in pinkish illumination. Just out of reach of its expanse sat little Mika, huddled in the gloom of the shadows, watching the light creep steadily towards her as the glowing ball of fire rose slowly towards the East. She knew about the Light that came from Outside. There were plenty other small apertures broken into the cavern walls and ceiling that allowed some thin streams of gold brilliance to trickle through. She had always done well to avoid them. The brightness was like poison to her skin. But they weren’t the Lights she’d had described to her by the old Crobat that always resided now deeper within the underground chambers, dozing now, most likely. He wouldn’t awaken until night came round, and she did not wish to rouse him and perhaps disturb him from a pleasant dream. She was very wise about things like that, being the young child that she was. Still, she would have liked to hear a story to comfort her just then.
Last one I could find, about a Sableye who, like Icarus, literally “flew too close to the sun”. In this interpretation I imagined that Sableye were creatures who could not stand sunlight at all, as it would cause their skin to burn. But Mika (pronounced like “Mica”) always dreamed of going outside to see the “Light” anyway. She was eventually tempted by Mew to leave the cavern under her angelic PROTECTion and step into the Light, who was acting as Ho-Oh’s messenger to “recruit” souls to “live eternal as an element of Ho-Oh’s Guarding Flame“, as the PROTECT faded and a “holy fire” began to spread. I guess I was going for a Biblical/”Rapture”-esque reference. (...Man I sure was obsessed with the endtimes as a kid. *shot*)
#Kagerou Project#Tateyama Ayano#Mekakushi Trio#Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu#ItsuHaru#ItsuYuki#Pokemon#Gary Oak#Molly Hale#fanfiction#starstories#astrologista#atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine#benditlikegumby#cryptoriawebb#ibmiller#iceperialprincess#otherwise uncolonized
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Tagged by @bettsican. Thank you so much!!! <3 (I’M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AAAA)
I’ll be doing this for Legend of the Red Comet: The Gold Scrolls
1. Describe the plot in one sentence?
Local hottie is finally allowed to see the world; he is unaware he is "performing" for a prophesy.
2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.
Sight: The view of the open sea as you sail along, the shoreline in-sight and bustling with activity.
Smell: Fresh air laced with spices that almost completely mask the smell of burning wood and something darker and more acrid.
Sound: The natural cadence of speech amongst a festival crowd, some discussing joy and others whispering in fear of something coming.
Feel: Well-loved leather, snow as it falls onto your outstretched hand and the ghost of a loved one's touch from too-long ago.
Taste: Umami flavors, complex spices and the bitterness of alcohol sliding down your throat and belly.
3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?
The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy
Opening theme of Tenchi Muyo
Nayru’s Theme from Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages
Honestly it’s hard to pin a soundtrack to this due to the time era and my personal tastes clashing. :/
4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?
Tenruon'ou is influenced by East Asia primarily, though there are influences frOm other Asian counties. Gold Scrolls takes place in the northern region, who's primary influence is Han-era China. The time period of the world is roughly modeled after the feudal era.
5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?
Strangely, no.
6. What’s the first line of your novel?
If we include the prologue - In the beginning there was the Sun and the Moon.
If we do not include the prologue - There was fire everywhere.
7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?
I mean, tbh there's a lotta moments. This is one of the darker ones:
The healer reached between Yun’s thighs and an unpleasant, painful sensation occurred. Yun knew what she was doing; the nobility required such a chastity check. The priestess felt utterly humiliated; the pain was nothing compared to it. “She’s fine. Pure like snow and just as horribly white.” As soon as the pirate’s hands left her thighs Yun clamped her legs shut again. She continued to sob. “Your worth a fortune little girl. Death’s too poor to afford you now.”
8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole.
Uh... uh fff, there... look there isn't truly one due to how layered this shit is. There IS a line said in the final volume, near the end, that fits the true tone of the series though so... I'll use that.
"I think... the reason we heroes are so miserable is because we sacrifice our happiness for the survival of the world. We are the willing offerings to the Gods."
9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims?
I actually don't really have many faceclaims. The two I do have for the main cast are Meisa Kuroki for Sasami and Nishikido Ryo for Tenshi. Though, I also have a faceclaim for Chernolo, one of the villains; Valery Kovton (that man IS Chernolo I SWEAR.)
10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses.
8D I've made aesthetics for this!
Gryffindor - Gali, Tenshi
Ravenclaw - Hatsuharu, Yun
Slytherin - Princess Weiali, Sasami
Hufflepuff - Azusa, Tern, Meilin
11. Which character’s name do you like the most?
Sasami (I'd love to see if anyone can guess why), Azusa and Laapshi'ya.
12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.
Tenshi: Tunic and pants with a sash of some kind, usually embroidered with his family crest. He’s nobility but hates dressing up so he clothes are usually simple and good for doing activities like running, climbing trees and fighting. His katana is always with him.
Gali: Her stuff is all over the place honestly. But it tends to have patterns, layers and many shades of colors. Her forearms are always wrapped as well and her trusty compass at her hip. While she is a commoner so no fancy clothes, in the series she DOES get to dress up and looks bomb doing so. Tbh think seawoman/pirate and you got the idea.
Yun: She usually wears neutrals and soft washes of colors. Long skirts are a preference over pants. While traveling will wear hats and veils as well to hide from the sun. When home we wears jewelry as well.
Tern: Long pants, tunics, vests, boots. He’s outdoors a lot hiking, helping on farms, so is clothes half the time are dirty. His clothes are in good repair, though, as his adoptive mother makes sure they’re all repaired.
Sasami: She’s not in Gold Scrolls... but I don’t care! Tends to be an ao dai in shades of blue, grey, black, sea green. Might have touches or other colors like coal. When not in ao dai, she’ll be in kimono, usually for a more formal setting or she knows she won’t be active. Out of the whole cast she has the largest variety of styles.
13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars
Not really. Tenshi has several battle scars from the years, minor ones, but the only distinct one he actually gets in Book 2. Yun also receives a life-changing scar/injury in the final book and Gali has scars in a certain area but I don't want to say where or why because it's character-related and will spoil.
14. Which character most fits a character trope?
Tenshi as the shonen anime protag but tbh none of them fully fit into a trope due to how I like to rip apart tropes and Frankenstein them together.
15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?
Sasami in terms of poeticism, Tenshi in terms of overall workcrafting. Tern is the worst cause he’s illiterate.
16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?
Sasami. Her job half the time is to lie. The worst liar is Gali. She wears her heart in her sleeve to much.
17. What character swears the most? Least?
Lol, Yun. Tenshi never swears unless truely pissed. So if he’s swearing you are a dead bitch.
18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?
Yun has the best penmanship and can write in two languages. Tern because, again, illiterate. But if we discount Tern, then Gali. When she writes too fast it becomes very sloppy and cramped.
19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?
Er... none? A few have very specific traits of mine though: Yun has my potty mouth, Chernolo my need to be a dramatic ho, Punzo has my romaticism (though twisted), and Sasami has my egalitarian views.
20. Which character would you most like to be?
I mean, I’m happy being myself. I hate the bad part of me with a burning passion but I don’t want to be anyone but myself.
Tagging whoever wants to, please feel free to jump on!
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A/N: I’m speedy since I’m chilln’ so here’s part one in full!!! I really really like this idea so - thanks!
📍 Location: Amelia Ellis dropped a pin in Santa Monica, California (GMT -08:00)
‘You're the one that's always running through my day dreams, I I can only see your face when I close my eyes’ - PROLOGUE
📍📍
I was back at work, I was tired, sunburned and still thinking about Harry. I had no fucking idea why I was still letting him run through my mind, I wondered if he was getting tired. I hadn’t told my friends, thought they were eyeing me every time I would giggle at my phone or started blushing at phone screen. I hated Los Angeles, I hated the scene, the idea of having to become a star. Maybe I just hated downtown LA, not all of it, because there are some good spots. I was telling Harry about a place in the fashion district that has the best pasta.
Amelia: It’s the best, sadly their menu is seasonal, so my favorite thing is in the summer only.
Harry: That’s no good, you’ll have to take me sometime.
Amelia: I keep talking about food, sorry.
Harry: It’s okay, it’s not like my normal texts I receive.
Amelia: What’s a ‘normal’ text to you.
Harry: Asking me for something, usually.
Amelia: That sucks, what do you do?
Harry: I’m in music.
I wondered what type of music he played, I didn’t want to pry too much since I only told him I was an artist – he hadn’t asked to see my work, so I’ll wait until he asks me. It was lunch, I saw that I missed a few texts from him. We were raving about our favorite things, from flowers, chocolates – to now talking about the correct things that go on a hamburger.
Harry: Bacon, but the bacon I’m used to – not what you Americans are.
Harry: Good cheese too, I love a good cheese.
Harry: Are not replying because you agree or because you’re busy?
Harry: I sound needy, sorry ‘bout that.”
Amelia: Sorry! I was working lol.
Harry: I forgot you were working, my fault, love. I’ll let you get back to it.
Amelia: I’m on lunch, so I’m free until I ghost you.
Harry: Don’t joke about ghosting me, I enjoy talking to you.
Amelia: How’s Jamaica?
Harry: Harry dropped a pin in New York City, New York
Harry: Not there anymore.
Amelia: Wow! World traveler, you are.
Harry: Ha! I wish it was for pleasure.
Amelia: Still more fun than Los Angeles. I’d love to live in New York, can’t bring myself to move away from my family.
I had found my favorite food truck up the street, I’d been tracking them for the last month and they were gonna be right by the museum. They made these fancy sandwiches, always toasted, always fresh bread – couldn’t resist. Harry was good at texting, there were times we’d ghost each other, but usually he would make it up to me. Our time zones were so far apart so calling wasn’t an option. Though, I would love to hear his voice again – northwest was where his accent was located. I had spent about an hour listening to the accents of England, which was weird for me – I’m just used to Americans. It could be why I was very light on the subject of calling him, once and while he would send me a voice memo – usually at night. He made it a ‘thing’ for us. I would send him one usually me saying ‘goodnight, Harry. Sweet dreams.” And he would send one back, longer, telling me about the moon outside, or give a pause and let me hear the ocean against the phone. I had a feeling he was romantic, I didn’t hate it. He was in music. I wondered what he did, if he was a singer, couldn’t be drums – his hands were too soft. His fingers were a bit callused, so maybe guitar.
Harry: I get what you mean, I hate being away from my family.
Amelia: Tell me about your family.
Harry: My parents are divorced, I’m really close to my mother. I have a sister, I’m close with her too. My mother is remarried to an amazing man, love him to bits.
Amelia: I don’t get how people can’t be close to their families.
Harry: I agree, what’s your family like?
Amelia: I was adopted as a baby, so I have two amazing mothers, and our dogs. If I could say my animals are my siblings, I would.
Harry: Ha! Cats would be my siblings.
Amelia: Cats are sneaky, but I like that about them.
Harry: Right? They surprise you with affection. But look, I’m going to ghost you for a bit. I’m sorry.
Amelia: It’s okay! I’m going back to work anyway.
I felt like the work day went by quickly, usually I took my lunch as late as possible, so I could only have a few hours left until I needed to leave. I bid my goodbyes to my coworkers before dealing with the traffic. I lived in Santa Monica, I loved it, it was the busyness of the city but with a more relaxed vibe. I lived above a restaurant (very fitting of me) in a loft. Unfinished artwork cluttering the living space and my bed taking up the corner by the window. I liked waking up the crashing of the ocean, the sunrise being my personal alarm clock. I was making myself some dinner when a dig went off.
Harry: How was work?
Amelia: It was work. How was work for you?
Harry: It was also work. Are you free to call?
Amelia: Yeah!
I ran to find my headphones somewhere in this apartment. I could hear my phone ringing. I answered it before my headphones where untangled.
“One second,” I huffed as I set the phone down on the counter and finished getting the knot out. I plugged it in and tried to compose myself as I tucked my phone into my pocket. “Sorry about that!”
“It’s no problem.” He chuckled, I liked it. I liked actually hearing him rather than a ‘lol’ or a ‘HA!’ as he liked to send. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cooking dinner, what about you?” I suddenly felt nervous, it was just a phone call. We’ve been texting for the last two weeks. I knew a lot of the surface things about him, we’d only really get intimate on the audio messages he’d send me. I was trying not make too much noise as I was cooking, quietly cutting carrots putting everything in bowls so I can have one loud part of the call.
“What are you cooking? It’s about six for you, right?” He ignored my question which was funny to me, he really didn’t like talking about himself, he always wanted to know what I was doing, how I slept, but I wanted to know the same things.
“Stir fry with noodles, and yes it’s about six thirty. What are you doing?” I asked again, I wanted to mostly hear him.
“That sounds delicious. I just got back to my hotel.”
“Hmm, how’s the big apple treating you?”
“Crisp. Very crisp.”
“Sounds like a good apple to me.” I tried to quietly cook food in a pan hoping it wouldn’t bother him too much. “I’m sorry it’s so loud.”
“It doesn’t bother me, not one bit.” Of course, it doesn’t, I felt like I was apologizing too much.
“Okay good, what did you do today. And before you ask me, I just worked. I was thinking later about riding my bike down the pier.” I heard him chuckle, I really liked hearing that.
“I had a few business meetings about my album, mostly. I had lunch with a few friends.”
“Where did you have lunch?”
“Some café, I can’t be bothered with the name, it wasn’t that great.”
“I’m sorry your lunch sucked, ruins the day until dinner.” I was finally done cooking and was sitting down to eat. I felt more uncomfortable about eating on the phone. The idea that the microphone was right by my mouth, and I was eating noodles and it was going to be slurpy, I hated it. “Did you still want to stay on the phone with me even if I was eating?” I was hoping for a no, then he would call me back or something.
“I’m fine with that.” Oh, fucking Christ. I hummed into the phone and I could hear a creek from his side. “Sorry, I just needed to lay back, didn’t notice how loud the bed was.” We both laughed, and my mouth was full of food, so I was trying not to talk, or chew loudly. “I’ll talk while you eat. I know you live in California since you use that stupid ‘find your friends’ app and your location is shared with me. I’ll be coming out in a few days, I was thinking we could do something together, something low key.”
“As long as you don’t stalk me anymore, I’ll do it.”
“I can’t help that iPhones share your every move with me. I had to turn mine off, I had it on that night in Jamaica because I wander when I’m drunk.”
“I can see that; my friends and I use it for tinder dates.”
“Are you on tinder?” I coughed from laughing. “I’m taking that as a no, you don’t seem the type.”
“I’m not, my friends just go on these random dates and it’s easier to get a location and a codeword rather than just guessing.”
“I’m assuming you save everyone then?”
“Sometimes, I’m usually have more free time than them.” I shrugged, he wouldn’t see it. My friends were very much actively dating, while I just liked to sit and talk with people before dating them. Though, I feel like Harry just asked me on a date, or did he ask me to hang out. “Did you ask me on a date or to hang out?”
“Um,”
“Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked that.”
“It can be a date if you want it to be.”
“No, I just. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to go on a date with you, it’s just I’d rather hang out first.” He was laughing, like a really deep laugh. I remembered he had dimples, and I imagined them being there while he was laughing. “God, I’m nervous talking to you if you want me to be honest.” I was putting my bowl in the sink.
“I would like for you to be honest with me.” I started slipping on my shoes, I figured that I could go on a walk while were on the phone. It was better than doing random shit around the house while we were on the phone. “I’m quite nervous too.”
“Why are you nervous?” I heard him exhale and suck on his teeth. “I’m nervous because I haven’t been, I guess I would use this word, intimate with a man in a while. Women? All day, but it’s different with a man.” I tended to enjoy the company of a woman rather than a man, I was a bit more masculine than most women, just my mannerisms, the way I dress, how I deal with things. It was hard finding a man who was fitting for the femininity I was searching for and always found in other women.
“Hm, I guess the best way to put it is, you make me feel so normal. You probably think you bore me with your little mundane updates, but I quite enjoy them.” It felt good to know I didn’t bore him. “Do you prefer only women, I don’t mean to pry.”
“No, I don’t really have a preference.”
“Me neither, I think the idea of knowing someone completely and fully before even getting intimate.”
“Me too,” We were in silence for a bit, I was walking around the pier. “What do you do, I know you’re in music, but what do you do?”
“I was in a band, I’ve gone solo now.”
“What band, if you don’t mind me asking.” I heard a chuckled from him.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“Should I really know? I’m shit at listening to new music.”
“No, no, I love that you don’t know.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
“One Direction.” I couldn’t help but to laugh, I couldn’t place him in a boy group like that. “What’s funny?”
“I’m more of an N*Sync girl myself. I was placing you in an entire metal band.”
“Sorry, I was in Nine Inch Nails,” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
“I’m more of a Deftones fan, but that’ll work too.”
“I’m shocked you don’t know. I loved being in that group, it was amazing, but having people who just have no idea who I am is great.”
“I’m still listening to Celebrity by N*Sync, so I’ll make some room to fit your music into there.”
“Tell me what you think, honest opinions only.”
“I’ll put in on my work playlist.”
“What do you do at work?”
“Oh! I restore paintings. Like old paintings.”
“That’s cool, so you work at the museum or this a private practice.”
“Well it’s a private practice so I’m contracted by the museum, mostly.”
“That’s quite a cool job, do you do your own art?”
“Yeah, I mainly post it on Instagram.” I started to find my way back home, the sun was going to be setting soon and I would rather be in my loft watching it. Harry hadn’t responded for quite some time, but I saw that he was still on the phone. I suddenly got a notification.
@harrystyles started following
“How’d you find that so quickly, oh my god?”
“Your phone number you, nut.” I laughed, mostly because I’ve called him a nut a few times, to hear him say out loud was hilarious to me.
“Don’t call me a nut, you’re a nut.” I giggled, there were a few times we’d just sit in silence on the phone, I didn’t mind it at all. I’m not a huge fan of talking on the phone, my moms would always call me on speaker when they were cooking or watching TV, or Lucy would call me when she’s rushing around her apartment asking me if I was coming out or not. Harry just wanted to talk. So, we did, we talked until the sun went down. I’m assuming it’s still sunny for him. We talked about how we were in high school, I was just a year younger than him. He was way more successful than I was. We talked about the music we liked, and got on the subject on best rapper which we had an agreement it was Kendrick, all the way.
I told him about the time I went to Coachella and saw him, he asked if I wore a crazy outfit – which I didn’t. We walked more about our families, about how we both have a mother named Anne, his was Anne, mine was Ann. He told me about his sister, and the article she wrote about him.
“I was bursting into tears, I really did.” He told me.
We were talking about movies, he told me he was in one that should be coming out soon – though, he couldn’t give me the details about it. We talked about our pets, his cat dusty. He told me how we wanted a hairless cat, which I told him was an awful want. It was around nine for me, and I was growing tired, still from the trip, and knowing that I was going to be up at six am.
“You’re yawning,” He hummed into the phone, he’d just finished dinner, a burger, with fries, all the extras on the burger. “I should let you sleep,”
“Ugh, I’ve just enjoyed talking to you,” My phone was dying, and I was trying to rush to my bed to put it on the charger.
“I’ve enjoyed talking to you too, nut.”
“Hey, now, I can take it all back.” He was chuckling. I imagine him laying back on these big fluffy pillows, the sheets were probably all white. I imagined him in jeans, maybe a white tee. He smelt good the night I met him, very expensive. It was weird how it was all coming back to me. I was looking up at the ceiling, I bet he was doing the same thing. We both were breathing on the phone, maybe he was thinking about what I was doing too. “What are you thinking about?”
“I had dream last night, about Jamaica, I was very drunk the night I met you, but I could remember your face. I’m just trying to piece it in my head, it’s been awhile.” I hummed, that was too sweet.
“I was drunk too, I remember the way you smelled, which is weird.”
“S‘not weird, s’not at all.”
“You have dimples right, I’m not just making that up?”
“Yeah, you want me to take a picture of myself and send it to you?”
“No, I’ll ruin the excitement until I see you again.”
“I like that idea.”
“I won’t even look at your Instagram, I don’t have photos of myself on there, so you can look at mine.”
“No listening to my old band, the covers have me on it.”
“Deal.” I hummed and closed my eyes. I could see us, dancing and giggling. It was really hot that day, it rained the next. I could smell the ocean, maybe it was because my bed was next to the window.
“I’m going to be honest with you, Amelia.” He liked calling me that instead of Aimee, he said it suited me. “I’m scared once you find out all about me, you’re not going to want to hang out with me anymore. I’m scared once we start hanging out, the media knows your name, the internet knows this sweet little woman – they’ll rip you apart. You’re so normal and I want that, but that’s not me. I’m actually quite jealous. You can get gas on your own, you can grocery shop without anyone bothering you.”
“I guess there’s upsides to being a nobody. But don’t envy me, green doesn’t look good on you.”
“How would you know, green looks great on me.”
“Shut up, oh my god.” We were laughing again. “I’m tired.”
“I know you are, and I’m being selfish by keeping you on the phone.”
“Shush, I’m going to hang up, we can do this again tomorrow. I promise.”
“Okay, Amelia.” I hadn’t hung up, I was hoping he would hang up on me, maybe end this. I didn’t want to be the one to hang up. “Neither of us are going to hang up? Hm, I can’t wait to see you, you pick the time and the place, and I’m all yours. I can pull some strings to get some privacy.”
“Hmm, you said you’re here next week?” I was rolled up in my bed, I could knock out any second. “How about next Thursday, one of my favorite days of the week.”
“Thursday is your favorite day of the week?”
“Friday Eve.” He chuckled.
“Okay, I’ll be there, Petal, Thursday, pick a time. But sleep first.” I hummed into the phone. “Sweet dreams, Amelia.”
“Sweet Dreams, Harry.”
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Manager-Noona - Prologue
BTS fanfic
Synopsis: What would it be like to work for BigHit? She is about to find out, but not quit as she expected it. Working for BigHit, ok. Working with her favourite band BTS? Uhhhhh… what to expect…
A/N: Hi~! So this is my first fanfic ever. I hesitated a lot before posting this, but in the end I thought, well, wth?
So this is it!
Also english is not my born language so if you find any errors, don’t hesitate to tell me, so I can correct :)
Hope you will like the story and feel free to share it and tell me if you like it!
This is the Prologue, and you can find it and the 2 first chapters on Wattpad ;) “Manager-Noona (BTS FF)” My Wattpad is LayMYG
Thanks for reading!
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I’ve been in Seoul for two months now, dilapidating almost all the money I had, chilling around. It was now time to get a job if I didn’t want to end up living in the street. It might not be cold outside at this time of year but still, street is no comfy.
I went through a lot of job offers but I didn’t want to settle for a small part-time job. I was 28, it was about time to do something of my life, I wanted a job where I could really do something. Not change the world or anything, just not sell coffee or cupcakes. I’d rather drink and eat those.
That’s when a friend of mine told me about a little job in an entertainment agency. I was no artist though. Not in that way. I drew, I occasionally took photos randomly, but I was not a performer, even though I loved dancing, but not really seriously. It was a full time job though and, well, bills and all that crap… I couldn’t say no. So I applied and a few days later, the company called me to set up a meeting in their office.
So here I was, in front of the BigHit Entertainment building, not really knowing what was up ahead for me. I was ready, as much as I could be though. I took a deep breath and looked at the time on my phone. I was ten minutes early.
‘Good start Amber’ I thought to myself as I walked inside the building.
I walked to the reception and gave my name to the woman sitting behind it. I told here that I had an interview for an assistant job and she smiled at me politely.
“Please write your full name and your contact informations on this sheet and wait over there, someone will come to find you.” she told me showing me a couch near the reception.
I did as I was told and bowed to her before I went to sat down.
I looked around me. The installations were simple, not too fancy, but still you could tell that you were somewhere important and respected.
A few minutes later, a man went towards me and bowed respectfully to me as I sat up, bowing in return, a little lower. I saw him look me up and down, an interrogation on his face for less than a second.
“Are you Liu Amber?” he asked me.
“Ne.” I nodded, not too sure why he was asking that, because I was the only one in the lobby.
I saw him slightly raised an eyebrow. Then it hit me.
I didn’t look like a girl. I had short hair, not much forms and almost only wear guys clothes because it’s comfy. I like things that are comfortable.
He seemed to not care that much after two seconds of thoughts and show me the way so I could follow him. I followed him through the lobby, then hallways, we took an elevator, then more hallways… DAMN that place was a maze! I couldn’t have find my way back even if my life had been on the line. I got a little more nervous just before he entered a conference room. Here we were…
‘Chill, woman, it’s just an interview for an assistant job, he’s not going to kill you…’ I thought, trying to calm me down a bit.
And I was right in the end. The guy didn’t kill me.
We had a good interview, my stress quickly faded away as he asked me simple questions about me, where I came from, if I could speak fluently korean and english, my pasts jobs, etc. He then explained me that the assistant job consisted to go along with the staff on different types of events, photoshoot, recording studio, broadcasts, etc. I was going to help wherever I was needed, doing random stuff like brought coffee, install materials, help pack and unpack clothes. I was not thrilled about the description but I didn’t let it show on my face. I kept smiling politely and nodding from time to time. After a good half hour of talk, he finally asked me:
“Alright, Miss Liu, do you have any question?”
Out of nowhere I thought of the look I spotted on his face when he first saw me, and the words escaped my mouth without my permission.
They did that a lot…
“Ne. Do you think my look is an issue for that job?”
It didn’t really matter though, because if it did I wasn’t going to change myself a bit anyways. I guess I was just curious.
He seemed a bit startled at first, but he smiled at me finally.
“Ani, I don’t think so.” I smiled at his answer.
After that, he sat up and led me through the maze again, back to the reception.
As we were walking through what I hoped was the last hallway, I started to hear loud noises coming from one of the rooms which door was open. Some guy was obviously laughing and screaming.
Like really loudly.
I couldn’t help myself and as usual with me, the words came out without the approval of my brain.
“Aish~! So noisy.”
The man from the company chuckled a bit. I didn’t know why though. Suddenly, a guy with messy blond hair stormed out of the open room and ran towards us. He stopped in front of my interviewer, a really big square smile across his face, and started yelling at the man.
“Manager-nim~! I want chicken! I didn’t have chicken for so looooooong!” He was acting such like a kid and I was so annoyed that I couldn’t help myself.
“Yah!” I yelled at the guy, with an annoyed look, without even looking at him.
He finally noticed my presence as he widened his eyes at me shouting at him.
“Nobody ever told you to say ‘please’ when you ask for something? Why are you so loud, anyway?”
That’s when I saw his face, and my brain froze for a second. It was Kim Taehyung, one of the famous members of BTS. I realised that I might have gone too far, but I stayed straight with my statement. Ok, I wasn’t in my place, but this guy really needed to learn his manners. I gave him a glare, straight in his eyes, like I dared him to talk back at me. After all, idol or not, he still needed to be scolded.
Surprisingly, my interviewer chuckled and Taehyung’s face went low, probably in shock or something, that someone could talk to him like that. I didn’t look away and even raised an eyebrow, in an ‘I’m-waiting-kid’ look.
After two long seconds, the noisy guy looked away and finally bowed to his manager.
“Mianhae Manager-nim. Do you think we can order chicken, please?” he said with a deep, calm voice.
His manager chuckled again, patting the boy shoulder.
“Ne, Taehyung, you can have chicken. But make it delivered in the studio, you have rehearsals in 10 minutes.”
The smile was back on the boy’s face and he bowed super low to his manager. He then bowed to me also, with a bit of a scared look in his eyes and run off to the room he went from. The manager then turned to me.
“I’m sorry, I overstepped here.” I said to the men. “Mianhabnida.” I spoke as I bowed to him.
“Ani, no need to apologise, Miss Liu. These boys can be a lot to handle at time. And really noisy!”
I smiled at him, thankful to the universe that this man was comprehensive.
After that awkward first meeting with an idol, the manager took me back to the lobby.
“You will be contacted soon with the result of the interview.” he said to me before he bowed goodbye. I bowed in return and went out of the building.
Once outside, I put my snapback and my earplugs back on and started to walk to the nearest subway station.
On my way back to my apartment, I replayed the scene in my head from my encounter with Kim Taehyung. I smiled at myself thinking about his famous square smile. I must have looked like a fool in the subway, smiling to nothing, because some people started to look at me like I was a weirdo. Well, maybe I was, I didn’t care to be honest.
After half an hour of transportation and walk, I finally reached my home sweet home. It wasn’t big, but it was enough for my needs and my belongings. I hadn’t brought much with me when I had move to Seoul. Clothes, books, discs and other little stuff and I bought the rest once I was here.
While I was still thinking about Mister Noisy, I realised I was hungry and that he had made me want some chicken too. I took my phone out of my Jean’s pocket and ordered some. I saw a message notification from KakaoTalk on my screen, once I hung up with the delivery guy. It was my best friend, that sadly, I had to leave back in my home country.
Luna: Hey girl! How was the interview? Did you blow their minds? lol
I sat on my comfy couch to reply to her.
Did I mention that I loved comfy stuff?
Me: It went well I think. But I might have screwed up after…
She reply almost immediately.
Luna: What did you do? -_-
Me: I kinda scolded an idol of the agency…
My friends back home were not into Kpop, like me, so there was no point of telling her who it was or even from wich band.
Luna: lmao girl! Your brain screwed up again huh?
Me: Yeah! But that guy was a bit rude and sooooo noisy!! I couldn’t help myself.
Luna: Did someone yelled at you after that? lol
Me: God Luna! Not funny!
Me: and no. The guy who interviewed me was their manager and he basically told me it was ok.
Luna: well maybe you still have a chance then!
Me: maybe. Though the job doesn’t seem fun at all. Pretty much a cinderella kinda job lol
Luna: don’t be like that, you need a job. Like now! Like really really!
Me: yeah I know thanks…
Luna: don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine!
Luna: I got to go girl! Talk soon!
Me: ok bye!
I locked my phone and put it on the table. Luna was right after all. The job sucked but it was a full-time job and I needed the money.
I wasn’t really expecting an answer from BigHit, especially after what I did after the interview, so when my phone rang, two days later, I was surprised to here the voice of the manager.
“Miss Liu?” he asked.
“Ne…” I was in a bit of a shock, not knowing what he had to say to me.
“Oh! I’m calling you to inform you that you got the job, though the description of it has been modified.”
“Modified?” I asked. Oh, oh… that didn’t sound good…
“Ne. After our interview, I believe that an other job would be much better suited to you. I’m going to have more work with a new project in the agency, so I was thinking of finding an assistant for managing the band I’m in care of. After I saw you with one of the members, well, I figured you would be perfect for the job! Would you still be interested?”
I couldn’t find my words at first.
‘Did he just asked me to help him manage BTS? Did I heard right?’
“Miss Liu?” I heard him on the phone, cutting my thoughts short.
“Hmm Ne…”
“So, are you interested?”
“Absolutely!” I answered right away, not willing to let this chance get away.
“Can you start on monday?”
Monday was in three days, so I would have time to prepare myself and chill one last time.
“Ne, Manager-nim, perfect for me.”
After that, he gave me the time I was supposed to come to the office and said his goodbye.
I didn’t know what I have just brought myself into, but I won’t have to bring coffee to anybody, so… worked for me!
I have to admit, I was a fan of BTS, for their hard work, their music and performances, but I was not really the type to fangirl.
Well, not outloud anyways.
Ok, time to enjoy my last days of freedom!
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A/N: Yeah, so, what do you guys think of it? (Baby insecured in my head asking). And yeah, I’m totally Amber biased, so for me, this character needed to look like her and I like her name so I didn’t change it ^_^
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DRV3 Liveblog [BLIND]: Ch. 1 Daily Life
I WILL END THIS GAME
Alright so I just finished up the first part of Chapter One - everything up to the discovery of the first murder. I’ll be breaking it down into the same four segments again, so let’s jump in!
[If you want to skip my summary of the story, just look for THOUGHTS in bold, to read what I think about it.]
STORY
Picking up where we left off after meeting Monokuma in the gym, we all discover our Monopads have been updated with our new rules for life in the Ultimate Academy. We then begin talking amongst ourselves and realize that Gonta has found a manhole out in the boiler room behind the school, and go to check it out.
There, Kibo attempts to lift the cover to the manhole with no luck, saying he was only made to have the strength of an above average elderly man. So Gonta steps in and lifts the cover with two fingers, no problem. We then descend down into the passageway and find ourselves in a large open area underground.
Some people think we’ve escaped from where Monokuma can see us, but the monitor in the room suggests otherwise. The only objects of note down here are the big tunnel and the wooden sign that says “EXIT” pointed towards it.
Naturally we try to check it out. But after a very poor attempt at a minigame, realize that it is full of traps and impossible to traverse. Then Monokuma comes to laugh at us, basically saying there’s no hope. But when he leaves, Kaede rallies everyone again and we give it one more go. I fared a bit better in the minigame this time, but ultimately failed.
Now everyone is feeling super dejected and wants to give up, much to Kaede’s dismay. They all leave to head to their new dorm rooms, except for Kaito and Shuichi, who haven’t let it get to them as much. We then leave and turn in for the night, in our fancy new dorm, feeling pretty down about everything.
The next morning, we all meet for breakfast in the dining hall, as Kiyo(?) had suggested the day before. Everyone seems to be feeling better, although Kokichi still can’t seem to decide if he blames me for bringing us all down or feels sorry for me, lol. But then Monokuma shows up with an announcement.
He is already giving us the first motive! It’s the “first blood perk”: we will not be holding a class trial for whoever makes the first kill. But Kaito is not having it. He charges Monokuma. The Monokubs, fearing their father’s life, call upon an Exisal. But when it arrives it accidentally steps on Monokuma, crushing him entirely. With most of us believing him dead, and the killing game over (Kirumi suggested he may have a spare) we go about our days.
But the next morning, Kirumi is proven right when Monokuma shows up again. This time with an additional motive to get things moving - if we do not kill by nighttime in two days, every single one of us will be mauled to death by multiple Monokumas.
Later, Shuichi comes to us and says he has to show us something. In the library, he has discovered that one of the bookcases is actually a secret door that uncovers another secret door, bearing Monokuma’s colors. The hidden door also requires a card reader to open it. He believes that one of us may be working with Monokuma, and may come here to activate the spare Monokumas right before the deadline. To prove that one of us is using this door, he places dust in the card reader.
When we later discover the dust pushed out of the reader, we get to work on a plan to catch the supposed mastermind. With Miu’s help, we set up motion activated cameras on the bookshelf door, and the two entrances to the library. Then, we head up to the classroom next to basement stairs and wait to see who will go downstairs, and wait for our alarm to go off, signalling that someone moved the bookcase.
Soon the monitors begin blaring an obnoxious song and video, telling us that the deadline is in an hour. We also spot 7 students heading down the stairs all at once: Kaito, Gonta, Amami, Tenko, Himiko, Angie, and Maki [(?) idr who the 7th was.] Shuichi goes down to see what they’re up to, leaving Kaede alone in the classroom. But soon he returns and tells her that everyone went into the gameroom, and not the library.
But then our alarm begins to go off! Someone has moved the bookcase! Quickly, we rush downstairs to the library. In the hall we run into Tenko and Kaito, who invite us to join their strategy meeting in the gameroom. However, we tell them we have to go catch the mastermind in the library.
The four of us run into the library, just in time to see the bookcase close shut, with no one in sight. But, behind one of the lower shelves, and just under one of our cameras, we discover the body of Amami. His head bloodied, and a shot put ball beside him.
THOUGHTS: There was a lot going on in this chapter, and also not at the same time. Let’s start with the new rules we received on the Monopad.
For the most part these seem pretty standard, except they seem to cover some specific things that the students may have wondered about otherwise. For example, that Monokuma cannot directly kill a student, and that the killing game will end once there are only 2 people left. Now, the second one is interesting. This was never really made clear in the previous games. Not that it mattered, since it always ended before that many people were able to die anyway. So why highlight it now? Will this game be longer, and will we really have to go down to just two of us? Hopefully not, and it’s just clarifying something that’s never really been clarified before.
Next we have the underground area with the tunnel. The students try over and over to get through the tunnel, that may or may not even be an exit, until they can’t take it anymore. I don’t really blame them for being upset with Kaede for continually “forcing” them to keep trying, but at the same time I also feel bad for her. She just wants what’s best for everyone and doesn’t want us to give up or lose hope. Her positivity is almost unwavering.
Now, the motive...I didn’t expect to get one as soon as we did but, like why not I guess. If I was Monokuma I’d want to speed things up too. But how in the world is this going to play out? No trial? Really? Is Monokuma just gonna pop out like, “Okay the culprit is __ and they can leave now, bye!” Will he still have us tell him who we think the culprit is, without the formal class trial? And if so, are the punishments still in place? Will we not get to solve Amami’s murder?!
/sigh. Anyway, I wonder what the deal is with that black and white door. Is it really related to the mastermind and/or where the Monokuma bots are coming from, like Shuichi thinks? Is one of us really the mastermind, or working with them? Or maybe there are multiple people behind this! Right now I have too many questions and not enough clues. All I know is that someone (or multiple someones) went through that door after we put the dust in place.
As for the murder, or what appears to be a murder anyway (I found the body, saved and called it a night, but I doubt he’s still alive) I don’t have much to go on yet. My boyfriend pointed out that earlier, when Kaede tried picking up the shot put balls in the warehouse she was struggling to do so, implying that the murderer must be someone strong enough to not only lift them with ease, but use as a weapon. Now, it’s too early to say the shot put ball is the murder weapon, but it’s all I’ve got right now.
GAMEPLAY
I covered a lot of this in the prologue post, but there are some other things to talk about now. Let’s start with that fucking minigame...lol.
So the first two times that the students traversed the underground tunnel, the game had me play a minigame where they had to progress and avoid obstacles. It gave me 16 lives, one for each student. It was nearly impossible to know what was a trap and what wasn’t, which in retrospect was probably the point - it wanted us to fail both times. Of course, at the time I thought I might have to complete it in order to progress the story and was frustrated, haha.
Including the minigame in the middle of the ‘novel’ part of the game, definitely threw me off guard, though. I’m not sure if I liked that or not. But I can’t help but wonder what would happen if someone actually made it through the whole level. Would they actually find an exit, and thus an alternate ending perhaps? Would it lead to another room? Or would the level just loop around until you lost all your lives, lol. I’d like to find this out after I eventually complete the game.
Then we have the Monocoins. I totally forgot about them until I got to my first free time, and realized I didn’t have any coins to spend on presents. Examining things wasn’t giving me any coins, and neither were the hidden Monokumas I had found. So, irritated after wasting my first free time event, I googled how to acquire them and realized I needed to be smacking things. Honestly, I had totally forgotten about that feature, lol. It took me a while to figure out I needed to smack the background objects and not things I can interact with, but eventually I got some coins and spent them on the Monomono machine.
FREE TIME
Like I said, I ended wasting my first free time event, as I didn’t have any presents so I really only got 3 this chapter. I spent them with Amami, Kokichi, and Ryoma.
I technically spent time with Amami twice, but without a present the first time, it ended right after the present prompt. Sadly my last save was at the end of the prologue, so I wasn’t about to go all the way back just for my free time.
Anyway, I gave him the Boba Tea, which he seemed to like, and then sat down to have tea with him. I had no idea what to give him, but I guess I got lucky, haha. I wish I could remember what all we talked about, so I’ll have to look at his report card again later. Glad I got to talk to him before he died though.
Then I hung out with Kokichi, who I gave the Workchair of Doom, or something like that, which he liked. Then he got to lying or not lying, who knows. He told a ridiculous story about how he had met Kaede before but then she died, which he said was a lie. Kaede afterwards said something along the lines of how he must really want attention to lie as much as he does.
Finally, I decided I’d see who my boyfriend wanted to talk to, since he’s watching me play and enjoying the game as well. He said his first two choices would have been Amami and Kokichi anyway, but that his next choice would be Ryoma. I gave him Candy Cigarettes which he seemed to really like, and talked about cats. He said he had a cat back home before he went to prison. As a cat lover I enjoyed the conversation, lol.
The last thing I want to say as far as gameplay goes is about the new Monokuma Theaters. It looks like we’ll get a new image of Monokuma almost every time. Which I like. And one thing I noticed is that in the picture of him holding up some playing cards, it looked like a picture of Celeste on one of the cards! Neat little easter egg I suppose.
CHARACTERS
Unlike last time, I’m not going to go through each character, but instead just highlight the ones I have something to say about that I haven’t already mentioned in this post.
AMAMI: Poor, poor, Amami, we barely knew ya. I just knew he was going to die, given our first victims in the previous games (Sayaka, and “Byakuya”) but I didn’t want to believe it. He knew about this “Ultimate Hunt,” which I think I remember hearing in the prologue? I can’t remember if it was him who mentioned it or the others before the Monokubs gave them their ultimate memories. Although scarily determined to put an end to the killing game, he seemed like a nice guy. RIP bae, I’m sure we’ll learn your talent one day.
KOKICHI: Liar, liar, plants for hire. As much as I love this kid idk if I could ever trust him! From his ridiculous tears that he can seem to turn on or off at will, to “that was a lie.” He’s definitely good at lying, but also seems to always tell you when he’s lying? I remember saying to my boyfriend at one point, if he’s a liar then is the first thing he said a lie, or the “that was a lie” part? Hm...But as a Danganronpa veteran, I know that characters are not always what they appear. Maybe he’s actually a good guy deep down? Although he seems to have a relationship reminiscent of Hiyoko and Mikan with Kibo...lol. Either way I get the feeling that he may actually survive this killing game now.
SHUICHI: Well, well, look who’s being all detectivey now! I have to say, I did doubt him at first, but now idk! He seems to be acting more like a detective. I mean, nowhere near Kirigiri level, but still. He’s also bonded with Kaede a lot it seems. People keep giving them shit for always being together, haha. Do I ship it? Maybe, lol. He opened up to her a lot in what was a touching moment when they were waiting for the alarm in the classroom. Hearing about that case he solved was interesting, and how it affected him so much, even to the point that he became uncomfortable by eye contact. I thought death flags were flying, but I’m glad he’s still with us.
KIYO: Not to break my repeating word trend, but here we go. I told myself I wouldn’t succumb to using his shortened localized name, but I couldn’t do it. He’s Kiyo to me now, lol. Anyway, the only new things I really wanted to comment on about him will be brief. First, in a passing conversation I had with while on my way to breakfast or something like that, he mentioned a “Sister.” Kaede thought to herself how nice it was he missed his sister back home, but I feel like he’s not talking about his actual sibling. So who is this Sister then? Also his obsession with observing human behavior is...intriguing. He seemed excited to see how we would all behave with this killing game, so...yeah. Kinda creepy.
TENKO: Speaking of creepy obsessions, let’s talk about Tenko. She clearly has a weird crush on Himiko, always by her side, drooling over her, and offering to help her go to the bathroom...Girl needs to chill. Himiko seems almost irritated by her though which is humorous. I seriously wonder where this chick’s absolute hatred of men stemmed from.
KAITO: It seems I was wrong about Kaito. He doesn’t seem like scardey cat, but more on the determined/optimistic side. Not that I can compare him to Kaede, but so far he doesn’t seem to fit that role as I thought he might.
PREDICTIONS
I haven’t gotten much more insight into the main plot going on here, but I have some thoughts on Amami’s murder.
Most likely the murderer will be one of the other 6 people we saw going down into the basement. So Kaito, Gonta, Tenko, Himiko, Angie, or Maki. Also, we know that the shot put ball is fairly heavy, so whoever used it must have some strength. Going off of those two things, if I had to venture a guess as to who the culprit is, I’d say maybe Tenko? I don’t see it being Gonta or Kaito, and we also saw her in the hallway before we discovered the body.
I have a feeling Gonta will come under suspicion because of his strength alone, though. (Flashbacks to the sewer grate anyone?) But like I said, I doubt it’s him. Anyway, I will start the investigation soon, so I guess we’ll see!
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