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exam help ; spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: a self-indulgent blurb about spencer helping with exams :) 1.7k
a/n: first fic of the year :D happy 2021!
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Another anguish-filled screech reverberates from your and Spencer’s shared office, bringing even your pet fish in the tank to attention.
It’s the third one this hour. Spencer tries to ignore it, just like you told him to, but God you sound like you’re in pain and Spencer can’t exactly ignore that, can he? He loves you and cares for you and- oh. A thump reaches his ears. A textbook, maybe? Did you punch your textbook?
He considers for a moment that the neighbours will be alarmed, perhaps call the police or tentatively knock with a, “Is everything okay in there?”
It wouldn’t be the first time.
What would he tell them? Oh, my apologies, my partner has exams coming up and just told me they get why unsubs do that now. I am also terrified.
There are many instances where Spencer feels useless. During his job, when his mother would have an episode, when his friends have problems he just wouldn’t understand. But, somehow, and maybe controversially, this is the worst type of uselessness. The type that leaves him staring at the wall, questioning everything, the type that makes his stomach drop because all he can do is watch.
He’s been watching you for the last two weeks. He’s sick of watching, of being no help, and he needs to do something before he breaks and does something illegal.
(The illegal thing is doing your exams for you - not illegal as in, perhaps, murder)
Your frazzled head pops out from the office, one hand rubbing your eyes and a permanent frown etched on your face, and with a fragile voice you ask, “Can you make me a coffee, please?”
Now, Spencer feels hypocritical, but he has to say it. “Another? Are you sure?”
He sees the internal battle within you, how you try your hardest not to snap. It’s not his fault you’re stressed. He’s just trying to help. “Yes, I’m sure. Please, Spence,”
“Of course. I’ll bring it in.”
“Thank you.” With a pained smile, you’re gone again into the dark abyss of where you’re studying.
With quick, ingrained movements, Spencer makes your coffee with too much creamer and marshmallows. Unusual, yes, but your current diet consists of coffee and whatever he can force you to consume – like marshmallows.
But then, hello, he spots a chocolate bar haphazardly close to the bin, grabs it, and hopes you let him watch you eat it.
Stepping into the room as quietly as possible, he’s smacked in the face by the smell of lavender. It makes him nauseous, the intensity of it, quickly followed by a lurch of his heart because you poor thing, you’re being crushed by the weight of your degree – literally. The other day you purchased an insanely heavy weighted blanket and you’re drowning in it.
Now, if you were to ask Spencer who the most beautiful person on the planet is, he’d say you in a heartbeat. He’s thought that since you first met and, years later, still stands by that. But now, right now, glowering at him in the dimly lit, lavender drenched study that you used to love oh-so-much? You have the face of a French bulldog, all grumpy and furrowed and too many creases on your face to make Spencer feel like he’s actually helping when he places the coffee and snack on your desk.
Despite the crabby expression, your words are filled with love and appreciation – which happens to be Spencer’s favourite mix. “Thank you, my love.” You take a sip of the coffee, hum in delight, and for the first time in days there’s a spark of something other than torment. “You’re the best.”
Spencer’s hand holds the back of your neck and he places a series of soft kisses to your temple, mumbling, “I love you. Very much. Is there anything else you need?”
“Death.”
“Okay. I’ll work on it.”
At that, you grace Spencer with a weak half-smile. It’s enough to overwhelm Spencer, overflowing and only able to be shown through a chaste, encouraging peck on your lips and a half-hug, Spencer bent at the waist to hold you in your desk chair. He noses your hair, hoping his closeness will alleviate some stress, before stepping back and praying his eyes tell you everything he wants to say but know will elicit annoyance from you.
I love you. Take care of yourself. Rest, please. You can do this, but not if you over exert yourself. I love you.
Your eyes tell him, I’ll try. I love you. And that’s all he can ask for.
But when he leaves, shuffles past his bookshelf, his eyes catch sight of an old file that reminds him of when he was preparing for his own exams.
He gets an idea.
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It takes another two days, full of late nights involving work that isn’t staying up and distracting himself with books to avoid worrying over you and how late you go to sleep, and reading that leaves Spencer in awe of you and everyone in your field.
A part of him is amazed by how he wheelbarrowed the resources behind you without you noticing, another is worried about that fact, and the rest of him is excited that he can finally do something that will actually help. At least, he hopes.
(When everything is said and done, despite being endlessly grateful, you also inform Spencer that simply being there and being him and getting you coffee every time you ask is more than enough, really)
With pride, he leans back on the couch, observing his creations on the coffee table. There’s plenty of different colours, all representing a different topic, and he presses the thumbs up to like the Youtube video he was using to ensure his handwriting is easy to read.
Flashcards. Hundreds, if Spencer counted correctly. The textbooks he stole – borrowed – from under your nose lie next to his feet, the weight of them combined more of a workout than he’s (voluntarily) done in eons.
He only hopes you don’t think it’s too late, think he’s overstepping or-or that he’s doing those things that he’s been accused of before – thinking he knows best (he does, but whatever), overbearing arrogance, an unwillingness to hear and accept other people’s way of doing things.
He just wants to help. He wants you to know he’s here for you, no matter what you need. This is the thing that lets him believe he’s doing something, something good and useful. Spencer just wants to be useful.
He’s convinced you to eat a proper breakfast – fruit, oats, bread, meat, a whole buffet – and you sense something is amiss when you hear slow, tentative footsteps creeping from your bedroom.
Spencer, still in his pyjamas, glasses perched on his nose, approaches with a shallow box in his grasp. You swallow your bite, turn to face him. “What’ve you got there?”
The box is slid onto the counter next to your plate hesitantly, as if he regrets his actions as he’s doing them. Peering in, you see a blur of colour, stacks on stacks of rectangular paper filled with writing and questions and even a tips! section.
You pick up the first batch, all light blue, and flick through them, heart getting bigger and bigger with every word you read. And when you realise what they are, what Spencer’s done – for you – your heartrate has skyrocketed and the watch on your wrist is asking you if you’re okay.
“You made me flashcards?” You ask, in awe, again looking at the love of your life to find he’s already staring at you.
“I did,” He tells you, apprehensive and scared, already backtracking, “But, if you don’t think they’re useful, or-or you think I’m overstepping – I’m not trying to, I promise, I just thought…” He starts nervously shuffling and reshuffling some of his creation. “Flashcards are known to engage active recall and metacognition. Research consistently finds that applying metacognitive strategies tends to ingrain memories deeper into your knowledge, and that this kind of active recall retrieval practice leads to one-hundred and fifty percent better retention than passive studying, so…”
Your hands have a mind of their own, pulling what feels like an endless amount of cards out and turning them in your hands, from the questions on the front to the answers on the back, the ones with hints and advice and there’s several with doodles that are so Spencer you hold them to your chest. You’re so enamoured by this man that is still rambling and bumbling because he takes your silence as distaste.
“I just- I hate seeing you so stressed, so I made these. You don’t have to use them, of course. They’re not even that great. It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable, you’re beyond capable, or that your methods don’t work- Just, personally, I love flashcards. I used them all the time when studying, even though I didn’t really need them, so perhaps a change of medium would do you good-“
A warm hand on his own that keep fidgeting stops him mid-stream of consciousness.
“Thank you,” You say, earnestly, “Really. These are lovely.” You leap from your seat, wrapping Spencer in warmth and love and care, and he shivers when he feels your hot breath on his ear when you repeat your thanks again and again.
When he pulls you even closer, so your torso curves into his own, you feel the lightest you have in weeks. You’re in the arms of the man you love, who knows you love him too and you know loves you so much – enough to spend several nights reading your cursed textbooks so he could create something that might help – and now you’re confident that you can do it. With the help of Spencer and his lovingly hand-made flashcards, you can do it.
And if, somehow, it goes awry, that’s okay too. Because you’ll still have Spencer, your number one fan, who will be there to comfort you and advise you in any way he can. He’ll never let you doubt yourself, never allow a self-deprecating joke if he can help it, because if he has to, he’ll love and support you enough for the both of you until you can do it yourself.
The world feels a little brighter, your breaths feel a little lighter, all because of Spencer. So you kiss him, murmur love against his lips, and get ready to take on whatever dares to come your way.
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Karma, Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were excited. Well. Kayano, Nagisa and Sugino were exited.
“Are we really going to spend our Friday night looking at bones?” Wines Karma.
“Come on, they got a new exhibit! It’s the fourth largest bone found ever!” Said Sugino.
“”I heard it’s a dinosaur hip.” Chimed in Kayano.
“Plus,” said Nagisa “Koro-sesei said it would be a learning experience”
“Fine whatever”
Kayano leapt to her feet “Forget the bones!”
Exclamations of dismay ensued. Karma had just gotten on bored.
“No, no! Apples releasing a new iPad! And giving away free ones as a promotion! All we have to do is make a video about apples to win!”
“Come on, I want to see the museum.” Said Nagisa.
“I’ll help” said Sugino. “We’ll get Okajima to film.”
“Yes! Get ready. I feel a brainstorm coming on”
They grabbed a napkin and started drawing their heart stopping Apple based videos. This would be epic. Tales of Apple drama, costumes, lighting. This would be bigger than the Titanic!
“Didn’t that sink?”
“Shut up Karma!”
Karma laughed at their antics. Nagisa on the other hand frowned. “I wanted to go to the museum. It’s closed for repairs for a week starting Saturday.”
“We can still go”
“Um....” Nagisa mumbled vaguely. Things had been a tad... awkward since Karma had come back. They hadn’t really hung out together for long since the whole.... friendship break up. He didn’t want to be stressed all evening.
“Look, it’s fine. It’s not like... a big deal.” Pointed out Karma.
“It’s just hanging out.”
“”I guess. Sure”
Kayano popped up smiling. “Aww, like a date?”
Nagisa nearly fell off his chair. Oh God. Mortified.
“No, not a date” hissed Karma. “Just. Hanging out.”
“Have fun on your .not. date.” She cooed before running for dear life. Sugino looked at Karmas face and made a swift exit. Nagisa’s was trying to fight his blush. Oh God he was all red. Idiot!
“It’s not a date.” Karma said again, rather forcefully.
“Just. Hanging. Out”
“Got it.”
“See you at 7”
Karma casually walked away praying his face didn’t rival the colour of his hair. He was not going on a date with Nagisa. And his heart certainly wasn’t beating any harder than normal. Nagisa buried his head in his school bag. It wasn’t a date. Stop panicking! What should he wear?
It took Kayano took zero seconds to convince Okajima to film their video. The thought of an IPad with high zoom camera filled him with glee. Disturbing glee but glee all the same. Nakamura’s blackmail sences were tingling. A date? Between the two most oblivious boys in the class? She new what she was doing this evening. She grabbed Hinano. Now her sights were set on the boys she needed a new accomplice. The girl was easy to convince.
“Finally!! My OTP!!”
“Whatever, bring your binoculars.”
“Trust me. We won’t miss a single second of this legendary meet up”
After school Kayano, Sugino and Okajima asked/begged/bribed Koro-Sensei to fetch them costumes. Their grand idea? An interpretation of apples through ballet. The competition would never see it coming. Kayano wore a green tutu, Sugino a red ballet jacket and shorts. Okajima stood by with the camera. The only problem? None of them knew anything about ballet.
“Don’t you like.... stand on your toes? And sort of spin?”
“I think I can do an arabesque.”
“Jumping is involved?”
The bone museum was just as eventful as one could expect. By which it wasn’t eventful at all and Karma was going insane.
“Are we done yet? It’s a rock! It’s not like it can move”
“It’s a fossil and I want to look at it a little longer”
“It’s a grey rock. I’ll find you 20 outside, can we go now?”
“Don’t you think it’s lovely?”
“It’s almost as picturesque as you my darling little bon...”
“I will hit you with the bone if you finish that sentence”
The Apple ballet plot line was fabulous. Stupendous. Electronic. But the skills? Less so.
“Just twirl. Twirl. Kayano for the love of God TWIRL!”
“I’m basically standing on my big toe do you think this is easy!”
“Sugino, you twirl then!”
No response came from the pile of body that used to be Sugino. Arabesque’s were harder than you’d imagine. Okajima dumped the camera and leapt onto the podium they were using as a stage.
“Just go on one leg and spin like this!”
Kayano didn’t know exactly what happened. After blacking out for a moment she came to under a desk, Sugino’s knee on her head and Okajima stuck in a broken floor board. Time for the good old YouTube tutorial.
Karma kicked himself internally. What was he doing? Why did he say that? This was supposed to be a causal meet up between friends and he was ... flirting? Could you even call that flirting? What ever it was it certainly wasn’t casual. Nagisa was staring straight ahead at the bone. Stop blushing stop blushing stop blushing. Karma was just teasing. This was not. A. Date. He didn’t really mean it. Blushing harder under Karma’s grin, he fought off any unacceptable emotion. But.
He had called him lovely.
Hinano and Nakamura lurked behind a display of elderly bow ties. They came armed with a romance magazine including a stage by stage guide to love. Stage one. The Compliments. Already a solid start. Hinano screamed internally.
“Lovely?” Thought Nakumura. Interesting choice. He’d have to up the anti if he wanted to get anywhere with Nagisa. The boy was completely oblivious. Get down on one knee and he’d ask if your shoelaces were untied.
“I’m hungry.” Announced Karma, formally ending their bone viewing.
Since it wasn’t a date they didn’t plan on getting dinner anywhere fancy. What they were getting was barbaque food. From a literal hole in a brick wall. The smell alone was enough to throw romance out the window.
“It smells like..”
“Best not to think about it.”
“My leg is broken”
“Your leg is not broken”
“It’s broken!”
“Sugino your fine! Do the jump!”
“I swear to God Kayano I quit!”
“If you quit I’ll make you wish you’d never been born!”
All in all, thought Okajima to himself, letting the camera roll through out the afternoon showed scenes more entertaining than traditional ballet ever could.
“That is the most disgusting food I’ve ever seen” hissed Hinano.
This couldn’t be right. Even Karma couldn’t be idiotic enough to bring a date to this mess of a restaurant. They were sitting on the side walk for goodness sake. And the guy running the place looked like he was considering a murder. Come to think of it that’s probably where the meat came from.
“This tastes terrible Karma. Amazing job!”
“Karma laughed and took another bite of the thing that resembled a burger. See? They could hangout. No feelings. Just good friends. Nagisa was just a good friend who was illuminated by the white street light like an angel. Who’s eyes almost glowed and who was sitting close enough to Kiss...”
“OTP for life!!!” Hissed Hinano as Nakamura punched the air. 10 more inches. 5! 4, 3, 2
Nagisa’s phone made all 4 of them jump.
He answered to hear Kayano’s frantic whispers.
“We need help. Susan needs a hospital!”
“Hospital? Who’s Susan?”
“We were pirouetteing” explained Kayano as she dodged a thrown plate, “and Sugino accidentally threw me into a tree, the branch broke and I fell on a deer. Her antler broke! Her names Susan and she’s trying to kill us!”
“I don’t think girl deers have antlers”
“THAT IS NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE TAKING FROM THIS CONVERSATION!”
“Alright I’m on my way. Karma, we need to go save Kayano and Sugino from a distressed deer.”
“Sure” he muttered. “Why not”
Nakamura comforted Hinano. She would kill that deer with her own bare hands. Or maybe with a baseball bat.
It took a long time to get the deer into an animal hospital. He (or she) was a biter. The nurses criticised Karma’s method of transportation. In fairness it did look pretty odd when they arrived dragging a basket full of deer tied up with fairylights. But, as Karma argued, they did arrive at their destination. All they had to do now what wait as the nurses got the animal painkillers and possibly anger management therapy. Now Nagisa, Kayano, Sugino and Karma were in the waiting room recovering.
Exhausted Nagisa rested his head on Karma’s shoulder. Not in a romantic way or anything.
“Awww” cooed one lady.”Your such a cute couple”
“Oh! No.” Said Nagisa quickly lifting his head.
“We’re just friends.”
“Why?”
“Ummm”
“You’d be great together” man joined in.
Karma shook his head “no, all the dating stuff wouldn’t work out”
“If I may chime in,” Said another guy in a hat.
“Are you avoiding romance because of your fear of separation?”
“My what?” Karma looked personally insulted. “I don’t have a fear of separation”
“Listen young man” said a women behind Nagisa.
“You need to reassure that red headed fellow you will always be there for him.”
“I don’t want to talk about this” said Nagisa, mortification flooding through him.
“Perhaps that’s what’s driving you apart” said hat guy. “Your worried he won’t appreciate and except your efforts”
Sugino and Kayano took turns holding vending machine popcorn.
“No, I just don’t want to date him. Karma’s my friend”
“Is he. Or is he just putting up with you” asked some girl to the left.
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, I’m just telling you what you tell yourself buddy”
Karma stood up angrily. “Let’s stop this right there, our love life is none of your business”
“So you do have a love life?”
Two nurses restrainted Karma from attacking the hat guy.
Nakumura crashed through the door with Hinano at her heels.
“Everyone shut up! It’s time for your moment! Stage 3 happens 4 hours into the date! You have 86 seconds!”
“The hell are you talking about?” Yelled Karma as Nagisa buried his head in his hands.
“Oh God!” Screamed one women, “It’s about to get real!”
“Lady you need to chill” hissed Sugino through his popcorn. “Karma! This is your time! Tell him how you feel!” Wailed Hinata.
“What is going on?” Whispers Nagisa.
“It might be too late soon!” Called hat guy.
“Am I dead?” Whispered Nagisa.
“Do it! We support you!” Yelled the nurse.
“Am I in hell?” Nagisa asked himself.
“Take the initiative Karma! Kiss him!”
Kamra threw himself at Nakamura with the sole intent to kill.Nagisa tackled him.
“No killing Nakumura. Or me after this”
The audience gasped. Hinata cheered. Kayano clapped. Nagisa kissed. And kissed. And kissed.Silence. Staring down at Karma Nagisa waited for his fist. It never came.
“I can’t believe this was our first date. Do-over?”
The whole room cheered.
The next day Karma and Nagisa headed out for first date round two. Nakumura and Hinata spread the news. Kayano and Sugino met to discuss their aid to the Karmagisa cause. It was worth it, even though they never got an iPad.
Then Sugino frowned
“Hey, what happened to Okajima?”
Okajima bowed as he received his prize. His short film “What two mental ballerinas would do for an iPad” won him first place. Life was good.
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let me see you get yourself out of this situation
aka three unlikely allies ditch detention and go on an adventure
word count: 2320
trigger warnings: stds (aids mention), drugs, nsfw mention
Okay, so maybe the detention is fully deserved. Sky probably shouldn’t have hotboxed his bedroom and expected to get away with it. In fact, he was pretty lucky to get away with detention, although he suspects that’s related to his mother’s call to the school and probable sizeable donation. (He should never have texted her. He knows that’s a bad idea. Thanks for the soccer team uniforms or whatever, mom.)
But regardless of how much he deserves to be in detention, he can still think of about a billion things he’d rather do than come into an almost empty room to the sight of Jack fucking Kelly (or is it Fielding? To be honest, he remains wilfully oblivious to the Jack updates. Like if he ignores him he’ll cease to exist) sprawled across the back row of seats with a smirk on his lips that so obviously says that this is his domain and Sky is trespassing. As if he owns the whole fucking room.
(Knowing Jack, he probably thinks he does. Not that Sky has had much personal contact with the boy besides an odd rumour that he died. But the boy’s reputation seems to carry through the school like a biblical plague of locusts. And besides, Sky’s friendship with Juliet gives him equal parts way too much information about Jack’s personal habits and currently, post break up, far more information about how disgustingly horrible he is. Either way, he’s well aware that there’s a sizeable ego present. He’s almost jealous, to be honest. Sometimes Sky feels like if he had Jack’s ego he’d probably be a rock star already.)
Still, he’s hoping that maybe he can pass under the radar of the British boy long enough to make it through at least half of the detention, maybe more, considering that the teacher has already apparently left - probably done with the delinquents before having even begun to lecture them on their crimes - so if Jack so much as starts a conversation Sky’s pretty sure there’s nothing present to hold him back from absolutely verbally annihilating Sky, which will therefore mean there’s nothing present to hold Sky back from tears and public humiliation. It’s hard being a crybaby, you know?
Such hopes are almost immediately dashed when Jack turns and gives Sky the most ravenous look he’s ever seen another human come up with, like Jack is starving and Sky is a walking hamburger about to satiate him. Yum.
“Pagey,” well there’s a nickname Sky didn’t know he had, and to be honest it makes him feel slightly nauseous even knowing that Jack has whole separate nicknames for him that he doesn’t even know about. How the fuck does Jack know everyone at the fucking school anyway? “How’d you end up here? Cried so much you flooded your bedroom?”
(Which would be insulting enough even if it wasn’t a plausible suggestion and didn’t need the rude addition of Jack proceeding to laugh at his own joke.)
Fortunately Sky’s saved from the perils of having to answer the question by the slamming of the door, which indicates the arrival of a third addition to the detention squad: a blonde girl, he thinks he’s seen her in a shared class (Helena or something along those lines, definitely the same name as a My Chemical Romance song since he remembers thinking that at registration) and a disgusted look upon her face as she has the same realisation as Sky upon seeing Jack’s face: that they are well and truly fucked.
“God,” Helena (if that’s really her name, Sky hopes it is because he suspects from her demeanour that she’s not the type to take a misnaming incident lightly) “was detention itself not punishment enough? Are they truly going to make me look at your ratty little face for an entire forty five minutes? I feel ill just thinking about it,” she placed a hand over her chest as if the sight of Jack was causing her physical pain. Relatable, to be honest.
“I know,” and in that moment Sky feels more grateful than ever because it’s clear from Jack’s tone of voice that his admirably short attention span has now passed Sky straight over in favour of a pretty worthy opponent. “You really should complain, love. Like, how is getting to look at me for free a fucking punishment? It’s like getting to go into the Tate Modern for nothing.”
“The Tate Modern is already free,” Sky says helpfully. He is ignored.
“Your confidence,” Helena blasts back, “is truly insane considering how absolutely disgusting your physical appearance is. Have you considered being committed to a mental asylum at any point?”
“I would,” Jack counters, “but how could I? When the population of Luxor would just pine for me. Nothing would be interesting if I left.”
“Contrary to your totally unfounded belief, not everything in this school involves you.”
“Possibly,” the boy reasons, and then the smirk returns. “But you have to admit the majority of things do.”
Seemingly done with the conversation, Helena stomps over to the desk next to Sky and sets her things down. Her meaning is pretty clear to him: you’ll do, in comparison to being sat next to rat man.
The ticking of the clock succeeds in covering for their lack of conversation for all of about five minutes before Jack apparently just cannot keep words in his own head anymore and has to interrupt the perfectly nice silence again: “so how did you end up in detention, princess? Kiss a frog?”
“I don’t recall having any physical relations with you,” Helena says haughtily. “If I did, I can assure you I must have been under some sort of influence unwillingly and therefore I shall be suing imminently. And if you must know, I am being unfairly victimised for skipping my medieval lecture for a perfectly valid reason.”
“To get a nose job?” Jack asks innocently, “or was it Botox?”
That elicits a slight smile from Sky, which reminds the other two that he does in fact exist and it’s almost funny the way they both turn to face him as Jack continues his questioning, “what about you, Pagey?”
“Uh,” his mouth goes dry and he gulps, “weed… stuff,” he finishes lamely, shrugging as if that’s completely self explanatory. It should be. He damn well hopes it is, because frankly Sky does not have the strength to take part in this conversation and he’s really hoping that Helena can carry the anti Jack side of it without him. “You?” He asks hopefully, as if turning the conversation back to Jack will immediately throw him out of it and he can go back to his people watching.
“Oh, I jumped out a window,” Jack says airily, apparently oblivious to the looks of total confusion both Sky and Helena give him. The resulting silence proceeds to allow the clock ticking to become audible again.
“Are you seriously telling me,” Helena asks after about ten minutes have past and Sky can just about see Jack, out of the corner of his eye, beginning to meticulously colour in something which looks suspiciously like a poster, “that I have woken up today and willingly come to this godforsaken room and sat in the company of absolute dimwits and the teacher in charge is not even going to deign to show up?”
“Sometimes they just don’t,” Jack shrugs as if this is a usual occurrence. “Especially if they see me on the list.”
“Can’t blame them for that,” Helena mutters.
“Well, it would be hard not to treat me like the god I am. Can’t be unfair to the other students.” He grins. “Nah, guess they get lazy. I dunno. Most of the time I just leave.”
“Well that’s a wasted day of mine then.” She scowls. “Don’t they know time is money? Although I do have plenty of both.”
“That was the most ungraceful segway into a brag I have ever heard,” Jack observes, “and this is coming from me.”
“What can I say? I’m pretty, it allows for more leeway.”
She actually gets a laugh out of Jack from that, and it kind of fascinates Sky. Partly because he’s always assumed that Jack was more aggressive. He gets into enough fights for that. But he seems more… amused than anything else by the back and forth. Like he’s less of a punching devil and more of the type of person to push buttons out of enjoyment and amusement. He supposes that’s one way to get out of boredom.
“Hey, crybaby,” he’s so caught up in psychoanalysing the other two that he doesn’t realise for a minute that Jack is addressing him, and before he can say anything the other boy is waving a hand in front of his face. (He flinches back, predictably. God, he’s always so fucking predictable.) “You got any weed?” Jack asks, his face inches from Sky’s, close enough that Sky can see a stray eyelash on his cheek (would it be ridiculous to point it out considering that Jack would undoubtedly take that as Sky confessing his undying love for him?) and the freckles littering his cheeks.
“Uh.” Truthfully, Sky’s pretty sure this is going to end in him having to share so he’s really not willing to answer, but he’s never been good at lying so instead Jack gets a slow nod by way of response.
“Well there we fucking go,” Jack takes a step back thankfully, so he’s no longer close enough that Sky can literally smell whatever cologne he puts on (ugh, straight men) and glances back at Helena, gesturing wildly to Sky. “Don’t have to be a fucking waste of your day, princess. Or are you too good to come smoke a joint with me and Page?”
“My name’s Sky,” Sky offers. He is ignored.
“As long as nobody sees us,” Helena sniffs, but she gets up all the same, sliding her things into her bag. “And for the record, I’m a Queen, not a princess. I understand that your male mind finds words difficult though,” she adds with a condescending smile.
“I’m the British one,” Jack argues. “I’d know about fucking Queens.”
“I’m literally half English, you absolute cretin. My surname is literally Spencer. Like Princess fucking Diana? Ring any bells?”
“Nah,” Jack says with absolute conviction, “her surname was Wales.”
“No she was the Princess of Wal- oh my god,” Helena rolls her eyes with such energy that Sky is amazed that her eye muscles don’t straight up propel her out of the door. “Sky, can you please back me up?”
“I’m from Chicago,” Sky says helplessly, and gets two very dirty looks as they leave the classroom.
“I’d suck your dick,” he’s lost count of how many hits he’s in and the rooftop is starting to take on a hazy quality, which Sky attributes to the fact that he’s actually confident enough to laugh out loud at Jack’s comment, leaning back and looking up at the sky, “no you wouldn’t.”
“Sure I would,” Jack insists. “I’d try anything fucking once. And I never sucked a dick. Maybe it’s my fucking talent.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Sky’s words are coming out sing song and he lays back on the roof now, shaking his head still, “you’re such a straight boy it’s not even funny. Straight, straight, straight,” he takes a long drag on the joint and holds it out between two fingers to Helena, who is giving both of them another disgusted glare.
“Two boys talking about their penises. Exactly the company I desired. Not.”
“We could talk about vagina instead,” Jack offers diplomatically, so Sky mimes gagging. “Yeah, okay crybaby. We get it. You patented the fuck a boy at church camp vibe, we understand.”
“I didn’t fuck a boy at church camp,” Sky says indignantly.
“No, he probably fucked you,” Helena hisses.
“I thought you were too good for this conversation,” Jack observes.
“Do you see another conversation happening?”
“You could just shut up.”
“And let your disgusting accent ring in my ears? Horrific.”
“My accent is sexy.”
“I like Kai’s more,” Sky gets a glare from both of them for that. Oops. Supposes that’s what he gets for interrupting the bickering. “Yours is fine too,” he says quickly.
“God, just take a side,” Helena mutters. “It’s fine to admit Rat sounds like a coal miner, you know?”
“Isn’t that a bit….” Sky searches for the word. “Classist?”
“No, it’s a fact. Anyway,’ she points to Jack accusingly, “he didn’t even know Princess Diana’s surname. So his national pride is absolutely a farce.”
“She died in like, nineteen ninety whatever? That’s old news,” Jack argues.
“She,” Helena says hotly, “remains an international style icon.”
“Can we get back to vagina and/or dick yet?” Jack enquires hopefully. Sky resumes the pretend gagging.
“You become more disgusting with every waking moment,” she mutters under her breath. But Jack will probably take that as a compliment either way. “And I need to go.”
“Don’t miss me too much,” Jack looks up to bat his eyelashes at the girl, resulting in her flipping him off.
“I think I would miss the dog shit I stepped in more than you,” Helena informs him, before glancing at Sky. “You, though. We’re going shopping tomorrow.”
He gives her a confused look.
“You have potential,” she decides. “Like style wise. As an aesthetic and thankfully quiet sidekick.” He can take that. “Like a Harry Styles vibe but unattractive.”
Okay, Sky’s starting to regret listening.
“Or Timothée Chalamet minus the bone structure and redeemable features.”
He really regrets listening now.
“Doesn’t Timothée Champagne have chlamydia?” Jack asks with a gleeful smile.
“Didn’t everyone say you have AIDS?” Helena snaps. “Goodbye, male specimens. It is starting to rain and this blouse is vintage.”
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So I haven’t been on this blog in a whileeeee and I'm not even sure anyone will see this. But I was a longtime fan of RT/AH during my literal formative years - completely obsessed for maybe 2012-2017. I loved all the shows and especially LOVED Achievement Hunter, as you can probably tell from the blog lol. I’ve slowly stopped watching videos, but I still have those “comfort” videos you know like the ones that you’ve seen so many times but you keep watching bc its like meeting an old friend again. now I dont know if I can anymore?
I just wanted to vent and its funny how the urge to vent brought me back into my childhood Tumblr lol. but I heard the news last night and I, like everyone, was COMPLETELY blindsided. I cant even begin to explain the flurry of emotions and thoughts I had inside. I loved Ryan. I truly loved them all. I’m so confused. I’m so sad that hes leaving but then I feel bad for feeling sad because of what he has done. I feel so bad for his family. this is such an ethically muddled situation
He cheated on his wife for years. This shit wasn’t just a single instance - it was over the course of like what? 2 years? Maybe if I was younger I would’ve thought of this differently. Maybe I would’ve been able to personally move on from this and still enjoyed him in past videos and maybe even preached to other people to forgive him. But I’m not my younger self. I’m 22, in a loving committed relationship, and there is only pain even at the thought of being cheated on. That is all there is. I cant imagine the pain? his wife might be going through. I saw the video Tess posted. I slowed it down, even read as much as I could. It was some inexplicable attempt at forcing myself to bear witness to what he had done, in order to finally take him down from the pedestal I didn’t even know I had supplied him with in my mind. It was disgusting. It had all the echoes and similarities with gross and cringe conversations you have over snap with boys you meet on tinder. He even mentioned his kids to her a few times. That really kicked the fucking bucket over. Why would you ever mention your kids by name to your mistress? What was he thinking? what fucking insane state of mind was he in??
He was always the wholesome, family man, married to his high school sweetheart, 2 young kids, HAPPY NUCLEAR FAMILY. Well that online persona did not age well. There are so many issues with this situation. The fan/celebrity dynamic that’s beyond fucked up... I’ve never experienced anything of that magnitude but I remember a few years ago when a guy that was considered “a name” started talking to me. And I ignored all the red flags because even the small rush of adrenaline was so good. A few years ago I was at a university event and was constantly hit on by this guy who was more popular, slightly older, and it felt good. We didn’t do much but when I found out a few days later that he had a girlfriend for the last 3 years, the guilt was immeasurable. But I'm not going to lie. Even after the fact, there was still this TINY, SMALL, like 2% of me, that .. wanted even just a little bit more of that attention. So when Tess says that she did things she normally wouldn’t do because of the attention from her LITERAL idol, I believe her. I believe it. As crazy as it sounds, thats the thing that could've made all thought of Ryan’s family not enter the decision making process.
It is selfish of me, but I cant help but feel so sad for AH. These people worked with him, were friends with him for the better part of a decade. I dont think you could deny his part in AH’s popularity. To me, he was so integral. I thought AH and I thought Ryan Haywood. So many iconic moments that I think of with the HIGHEST childhood nostalgia, involved Ryan. All that is tainted now. Completely tainted. everything feels wrong, everything feels off-colour. I basically grew up with AH and this man. I grew up with them. AH was literally my safe space when serious trauma happened in 2017-2018. I’d put on my old favourite videos and play them so that I could fall asleep easier. That’s how much I loved them.
I dont know what im saying. I just needed to say something and get it off my chest so that I can move on. I dont know what my personal relationship with RT/AH will look like now. I’ll be lingering to watch how they deal with this situation, but honestly I’d become a very very casual fan anyway by this point. But its more the detriment to my memories of AH that have caused me great sadness. ITs just all sadness. All sadness.
I agree that people can make mistakes. Cheating just happens to be a VERY BIG mistake. I’ve personally known people who have cheated on their partner. They’re not the most vile, unforgivable people. They just made a mistake. And they have changed. I hope Ryan can get the help he needs. Most of all I hope his family can forgive him. If his family is broken over this he will literally spend the rest of his life atoning for it. Nothing else - nothing about losing his job or fans or public reputation being ruined - will compare with the loss of his family. Dont get me wrong - my opinion on Ryan has drastically changed in the last 24 hours. But I want to be emotionally distant. I want to move on with my life.
This was so long and so incoherent. I just rambled on and on. I dont expect anyone to have read this lol but just know that if you’re confused and conflicted, you’re not alone.
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multiverse.
i know what you’re thinking. sim are you absolutely fucking insane, don’t even TRY to tackle this one. you’re right i am insane. and yes i am still going to try and tackle a meta about DC multiverses HOWEVER, to give myself on shred of sanity on this treacherous journey, i will say that this is mainly going to be about the multiverse from a bruce perspective. this ride is a batman focused train i’m afraid. also i want to state that this is by no means a perfect explanation – i’m a) trying to keep it simple and b) still am lost on parts of the timeline myself so. its what i can offer.
ok so, originally NCP, or the national comics publication (who will one day become DC), wrote their golden age heroes on an earth now designated as earth-2. in the 30s, just before the war, comic books absolutely exploded as a media format, and a bunch of companies all jumped the gun on creating superheroes. many of DCs most endearing and recognisable heroes were created all the way back then, however many of them also are not quite who you will recognise as the character today. hal jordan wasn’t green lantern, but was instead a man called alan scott, jay garrick was the flash instead of barry allen etc etc. don’t worry though! batman is still batman, and has been bruce wayne since 1939. earth-2 batman, as he will come to be known, is a bright kind of guy found on technicolour pages with a cute lil robin by his side – there is a reason for this. the war. literally NCP said we cant be sending out dark and gritty comics to people dying in trenches so time to make it colourful and faintly ridiculous, and bruce wayne is a surprisingly optimistic guy for a man who watched his parents be slaughtered in front of him.
of course, by the 60s, NCP (who are also sort of known as NPP and really known by your average joe as superman-dc, based on their most successful comic runs) had realised their timelines were getting a bit squiggly for their golden age heroes, and most of them had been replaced out by their silver age counterparts anyway. so between 1961 and 1963, NCP start creating another “earth”, officially designated earth-1, which would become their main planet for all kinds of superhero shenanigans. the justice society of america becomes the justice league of america, and when you think of batman, you’re probably thinking of earth-1 batman. at least pre crisis. and, once they get taste for building whole new earths, we also get earth-3 (1964), or “opposite world”, where the good guys are bad guys, and batman is owlman and instead of the jla we have the crime syndicate of america.
so sim, what other earths did dc come up with? well, i literally refuse to list them all because it was a multiverse and they did not slow down, but the ones that are most important to me are earth-5 where the only hero to live on this planet is bruce wayne/batman, and earth-89 where lois marries bruce instead of clark ahAHAHHAA. but i can tell you that pre-crisis there are 91 designated earths, and basically it could have gone on forever. there was an earth-c minus, earth-124.1, an earth where everyone was reptiles, honestly it was a MESS. and therein lies the problem.
now i’ve just used the term “pre-crisis”. what’s that, sim? maybe you’re not very familiar with comics, or with the recent dctv version of said comics, and so i will endeavour to explain one of the most brain numbing storylines that spans DC. also known as a retcon. see all these earths with their own histories and heroes and well everything really was becoming very inconvenient and meant a lot of world jumping and who can interact with who and everything was getting like spaghetti because they couldn’t calm down on the earth-building. so DC (who are officially DC at this point, 1977 babeyy), specifically a guy called marv wolfman (coolest name ever) who was sick of so many earths, comes up with the bright idea that will later form into a comic run called crisis on infinite earths (1985-1986). it was a serious crossover event, really considered by many to be the first of its kind. it sold extremely well, boosting dc’s flagging sales against it’s biggest rival, marvel. and as for the plot, it’s a bit convoluted but essentially some bloke turns up and starts to destroy all these worlds, and it becomes a race between the heroes and villains as to who can save/conquer the remaining earths that are left. although there are crises before and after this specific run, pre-crisis basically always refers to this particular crisis event, as it really shaped DC for the next 30 years.
for a while the retcon does an okay job of keeping the number of earths low. there’s still some earths that are considered non-continuous floating around, but mainly there’s just earth-1, which is now a merger of the most important “earths” that existed pre-crisis, and a way for all of DCs heroes to now be in one place and interact with each other. other earths at this point include;
earth-23 (1986) – a small pocket dimension
earth-17 (1990) – we don’t talk about this. honestly spare yourself and. don’t look. its horrific.
earth-27 (1990) – a historically divergent planet with a hero actually called vegetable man.
earth-85 (1987) – a hodgepodge of post-crisis characters live here, chillin
earth-988 (1990) – superboy is the only hero in this universe
the antimatter universe – all of pre-crisis’ earth-3 villains, including owlman, get shoved here for later use when dc need a couple of villains to come back.
and for a while all is well. then comes DC elseworlds (1989). which. you know. i love. it gave me victorian batman. pirate batman. caveman batman. vampire batman. frankenstein batman. terrorist batman fighting against russian!superman. they even gave me marvel crossovers, with captain america meeting batman. it was a glorious time. technically elseworlds is not considered canon, ran outside of canon as a way for writers to explore those wacky kind of worlds lost to the crisis, which is dumb because some of the plot lines are both hilarious and incredible. but the numbers started to get ridiculous again. most elseworlds are named after the year that the plot takes place in, so we get earth-1889, earth-1938 etc, but even more of them just seem to have random designations. i think by the time they reached earth-5050 they sort of knew that theyd fucked up again. we’ve had zero hour, we’ve got hypertime and kingdom come, and besides, its been a while since they had a good crossover, so by the time 2005 rolls around its time for crisis pt 2 (because dc love to use the word crisis for crossovers) or as it’s officially known infinite crisis. infinite crisis has an even more confusing plot involving a bunch of slightly nuts versions of characters escaping a pocket dimension, earths being created and then merged, and a rogue ai which batman made and then has to destroy because his own creation becomes too powerful etc etc. the only good thing to come out of it was earth-0, or bizarro world, because bizarro & batzarro are my babies. don’t worry though, this new set of earths won’t last long either, as in 2008 DC conclude their trilogy of crises with final crisis that featured one of the most important events in batman’s history – darkseid “killing” him. yes the quotations are important. i’ll leave you to infer what they mean.
so 3 crises later and everything is still just as messy as they’ve ever been and there’s 60 years worth of comic history being tangled about, and marvel had already established a very successful reboot in 2000, and anything marvel do, we can do better, so DC do their first, full and proper reboot. unlike retcons before it, which is where they retroactively try to fix what people already know and simplify timelines & earths, this is like someone shaking the etch-a-sketch and starting fresh. back in infinite crisis an arbitrary number was assigned to how many “earths” there could be – 52. and so in 2011, DC go hey that’s neat and create what becomes known as the new- or nu-52. heroes are given shiny new backstories, everything is streamlined and wonderful, sales rise, DC has a clean slate to build off again.
ha.
yeah that doesn’t happen.
this reboot, also known as flashpoint, due to it being spawned from another big ol’ crossover of the same name, shows barry allen trapped in an alternate universe where everything is not quite right – his mother is alive, superman is nowhere to be found and he doesn’t have his powers. worst of all thomas wayne is batman. yeah, batman’s dad is batman. thanks DC, i hate it. reverse-flash has tried to change history and stop the jla from ever being formed – le gasp. barry goes to fix it, merges three universes together – earth-0, which isn’t a bizarro world but now the “main" earth, also called new earth or prime earth (DC), earth-13 (vertigo) and earth-50 (wildstorm), but also causes 10 years to be “lost” to these characters. there are now 52 brand spanking new earths, each sitting in their own universe as part of the multiverse. no one remembers anything except barry. even for a reboot and convergence of DC’s franchises, it’s messy as fuck. and it goes to shit very very quickly. people don’t really like n-52. DC have cancelled everything, certain characters such as cassandra cain-wayne are fucking ERASED from existence, no one likes the new costume designs, its an absolute shit show and the plots get very confusing very quickly.
so what do DC do?
they reboot again. sigh.
only 5 years after the mess of nu-52, they produce DC rebirth, a new relaunch of all their famous runs. brainiac does some magic and collects a bunch of worlds together and magically we’re all going to forget the last 5 years of comic hell. it is a reboot to retcon flashpoint as though that never happened. yes, DC are actually retconning their own reboots. talk about sweeping it under the carpet. technically “rebirth” only ran for a year as a promotional thing for the reboot, before joining with the larger, now-singular DC universe, however everyone still calls it rebirth because if we don’t give these things names it will get even more fucking confusing than it already is. rebirth also still has 52 universes making up the DC multiverse, just to make things even more simple and easy to understand (DC what is it with 52. why 52.) although lots of the earths in this multiverse have been re-designated – eg. pre-crisis earth-31 was home to an aged batman who fakes his death to go train a bunch of new vigilantes (the dark knight returns), and now 31 is an apocalyptic wasteland or some shite. a lot of these earths were re-designated during the flashpoint/nu-52 era, and even though rebirth was supposed to erase that, DC have decided never mind we’ll keep it. there’s also 7 mysteriously undesignated earths – ooh spooky, they definitely won’t feature in the next major crossover. also for a multiverse with 52 universes, they sure do have more than 52 : there’s the microverse, a bunch of universes collectively called “the sphere of the gods” where apokalips and like, literal heaven & hell exist, an innerverse???, dreamworld, limbo, DC are taking the piss they only said there were 52 earths but that means they can make as many other shitty dimensions and pocket-universes as they please apparently. don’t even get me started on the source wall. for the most part the writers just. don’t acknowledge this and stick to the main prime earth. for the most part. thanks for throwing thomas wayne as batman back into the mix, rebirth.
so that’s the last of it, right sim? eh, almost. it should have been the last of it, really. and then geoff johns couldn't keep his mouth shut and produced possibly the worst comic in recent history, if not ever, doomsday clock. now doomsday clock is a nightmare for an impossibly long list of reasons that i won’t get into here because this isn’t a rant about why i think doomsday clock is the worst thing to ever happen to dc (although that’s a catchy title i should use that some day) - no, the reason i bring up doomsday clock is because. oh my god even saying this makes me sad. doomsday clock proves that the pre-crisis universes still exist and are still out there. somewhere. canonically. sim why is that sad i thought you liked everything pre-52. it’s sad because it means at any point now, DC could bring them back, ruin their own legacy, make everything even more confusing than it already is. i love pre-52 stuff but you gotta leave it alone. currently doomsday clock has only established that these universes exist as a way to honour every era of superman, because DC didn’t want to completly erase some of the incredible work and storylines put into him as a character. fine, fair enough. but it does leave the possibility that they will try and return to them too. comic book writers love doing funky story lines like that. they think they need to write something that’s never been done before and instead of coming up with something actually unique, they just poke around in the multiverse WHICH IS HOW WE ENDED UP WITH THIS AS A PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE.
ahem.
hopefully this helped clarify some stuff for people, especially those folks who aren’t big comic fans/expereience dc through the DCEU or DCTV, when encountering rpers who say they base their characterisation off of, for example pre-n52/flashpoint comics, like myself.
oh, and thank you for coming to my ted sim talk.
#i dont know if i can put this as a meta#its just me ranting again#hm#\system\directory\hidden.txt ›› META#long post /
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Re-watching Lizzie Mcguire: Episode 1.22 (The Untitled Stan Jansen Project)
Miranda just broke one of the ultimate #bestfriendcodes i.e. Do Not Spill Each Other’s Secrets! Especially in front of a camera...smh
- Stan Jansen, a famous movie director is at Hillridge Junior High to film a documentary on the lives of the students there. While Lizzie and Miranda are thrilled about it, Gordo feels the opposite because he thinks that Stan will most probably put a spotlight on just the popular kids like Ethan and Kate.
- Moreover, Gordo prefers to be behind the camera instead of being the one on camera. For some reason, Gordo catches the attention of Stan and pulls him aside to introduce himself. Stan tells Gordo he loves his refreshing energy and wants to “keep an eye on him”; I still don’t understand why he’s drawn to Gordo.
The height difference between the two is insane
Gordo Throws Shade
- The next morning, Lizzie isn’t happy about what she’s wearing for school and wants to change outfits for the third time. Well, you know what they say; Third time’s the charm.
I love Miranda’s shirt; It’s very punk rock and futuristic looking.
- In school, Stan finds Gordo and refers to him as his “leading man”. Okay but when Animated Lizzie said that Gordo is one of these three attributes, ‘tall’, ‘dark’ and ‘handsome’, which one was she talking about? Was it ‘dark’ or ‘handsome’. Gordo is certainly not tall and doesn’t ‘dark’ mean tanned? So, it has to be handsome right? If so, that’s so cute how she thinks Gordo is handsome.
- Anyways, Stan wants Gordo to add a little drama to his performance in front of the camera. So when Kate comes into the frame and asks Gordo if he could walk her to class (which is obviously not what happens in real life), he throws her the ultimate shade and tells her to her face how he really thinks about her and it’s not good...
I kinda feel bad for Kate
- Unexpectedly, Kate didn’t clap back at Gordo and I guess it’s because they’re on camera and she eventually leaves. Yikes! I mean, Gordo is right but he didn’t need to be that honest, especially when the cameras are rolling.
- Well, Stan is very happy with Gordo’s performance but Lizzie and Miranda are kinda surprised by how brutally honest Gordo was to Kate. Gordo doesn’t feel any remorse because he feels like honesty is the best policy.
Gordo Crosses Over To The Dark Side
- After school, the trio are on their usual three-way phone call and Lizzie and Miranda really want for Gordo to find a way to get the both of them on camera. Gordo doesn’t think it’s a good idea but regardless, he tells them he will try to ask Stan.
- Gordo also advises them that in order for them to get themselves noticed by Stan, they need to find their own voice and be themselves in front of the camera. Easy for him to say.
Miranda needs to be more observant next time lol
- It seems like everyone at school is trying really hard to get their own chunk of screen-time because Hillridge Junior High basically looks like a circus now with everybody dressed up in colourful costumes and trying to showcase their talent.
- Stan asks Gordo to go up to Larry Tudgeman and to “create conflict”, which means be mean to him. He asks Larry to describe himself, which he does in his quirky, ‘Tudgeman’ kind of way; Stan immediately gets bored and calls cut. Stan really wants Gordo to go in on Tudgeman and Gordo actually does what he says and proceeds to insult his looks and personal hygiene.
- Lizzie and Miranda walk up to Gordo and they tell him that he was being mean to Larry. Gordo doesn’t listen to them because he’s been told by Stan that directors aren’t usually the ‘nice guys’.
- This is when things get pretty interesting and not to mention, just plain awkward; Stan asks Gordo to introduce Lizzie and Miranda to the camera and we go down this rabbit hole, starting with Miranda saying that they keep each other’s secrets. Gordo becomes curious as to what these secrets are and Miranda, with her loose mouth accidentally reveals that Lizzie had a crush on Gordo in the 4th Grade! Shut the front door and say it ain’t so!
Miranda should have known better not to reveal that secret to Gordo, especially when in front of a camera!
- Lizzie freaks out and couldn’t believe that Miranda just blurted that out. She gets her revenge by telling everyone that Miranda used to snack on dog biscuits in the 4th grade. Basically, Lizzie and Miranda are now mad at each other and it’s all Gordo’s fault. Umm, it’s not his fault that Miranda can’t keep a secret.
Don’t Y’all Think That Stan Is A Creeper?
- Back at home, Lizzie feels really down about the whole situation and confides in her mom about what happened. Jo advises her to talk to them without the pressure of having to be filmed, which is the most obvious answer you can give. But, we do see Lizzie telling her mom that she used to like Gordo and Jo was like I KNEW IT! So, her mom ships them together I see. Good choice.
- We then see Lizzie and Miranda make up pretty quickly, which is for the better because I don’t need them to drag out their conflict any further. Meanwhile, Gordo is now targeting Ethan Craft and basically calls him good-looking but lacks any substance, which is highly offensive if you ask me.
- Anyways, Lizzie and Miranda confront Gordo and tells him he’s being mean to people again. Gordo defends himself that him being that way is what’s gonna help him become a director in the future. Well, that’s what Stan is feeding into his brain.
- They want Gordo to realize that the director is just using him and asking him to be someone he’s not. They also give him an ultimatum that they won’t want to be his friend anymore if he continues this mean streak of his and they head off into the girls’ room, which can I say it’s the perfect escape for them.
- At the Digital Bean, Gordo tries to talk to them again but his friends don’t want to deal with him until he stops listening to Stan. But the thing is, even when Gordo asks Stan to leave him alone, Stan doesn’t listen and continues to film him. It’s creepy how this grown adult is literally following and stalking a teenager with a camera and his crew. If I were Gordo, I would call my parents and give this guy trouble.
Time To Make Things Right
- This is when the A-plot intersects with the B-plot. Matt and Melina are also at the Digital Bean because they also want to get the chance to appear in the documentary.
Gordo is done with Stan, as he should be
- Gordo, who is frustrated with this whole thing gives a mini speech in front of the camera and calls Stan out by saying that he’s been encouraged by Stan to act mean to his friends. Stan is obviously not happy with Gordo at this point but Gordo doesn’t care because he wants his friends back. Luckily for him, Lizzie and Miranda saw the whole thing and they are happy to have the regular Gordo back as well.
- Melina decides to play another prank on Matt by framing him for putting ketchup all over Stan’s video recorder. Stan sees Matt holding a ketchup bottle given to him by Melina and we then get a chase sequence between the two, which involves loads of ketchup and is that, cream and chocolate? This sequence resulted in this moment:
Attack of the Killer Tomato Sauce
- In the end, Gordo apologizes to his best friends for how he has been acting and Stan tells Gordo that he will never do business with Gordo ever again. Oh, what a shame.
B-Plot: Meet Matt’s Friend/’Girlfriend’, Melina Bianco
- Melina is first mentioned by Matt during breakfast when he informs his mom that he needs to stay back after school because he was framed by Melina for putting a rubber snake in the teacher’s desk. Matt doesn’t seem upset by this because he is somehow impressed by what she did. And of course, we suspect that he has a crush on Melina as well.
- We fast forward to later in the day (I think) and Matt is showing Melina his house and some of his fake accomplishments to which she immediately picks up on them being made up. However, her eyes set on Sam’s gnome statue, which is currently drying from a paint job and asks him about it.
- This is basically when Melina sabotages Matt again. When Matt leaves the kitchen to set up his video game, Melina sneakily paints all over the gnome’s face, ruining Sam’s work.
- Sam and Jo notices the butchering of the gnome statue and confronts the kids. Matt suggests to Melina that they both take the blame so that they would go easier on the both of them. Well, Matt should know by now that he cannot trust her like that and to no one’s surprise, she blames Matt and Matt admits he did it lol.
- I thought Jo was smart enough to realise that Melina was the one who actually did it? I mean, she already knew from Matt that Melina framed him for the rubber snake incident. Or maybe she does know and she’s just doing this to teach Matt a lesson? I don’t know.
- We eventually get a montage of the both of them trying to frame the other for playing pranks on their teacher and classmates at school. And they seem to be having lots of fun; It’s such a weird relationship dynamic they have going on, no?
Overall Thoughts
- This episode was very packed, in a good way. The inclusion of Stan’s character generated a lot of drama within our main trio friend group. I hate to say it but I’m pretty sure there are real people in showbiz who are like Stan and they will do what they can to manipulate minors to get what they want.
- He fed Gordo lies about how being mean and creating drama/conflict will make you a successful director. And it’s unfortunate that Gordo was caught up in all of that but at least he got out of it in the end.
- We also know from watching this episode that Lizzie does indeed has or had a crush on Gordo. We got hints of it in episode 1.19, when Lizzie felt a little jealous about Gordo dating Brooke Baker. In terms of Gordo liking Lizzie back, there is no clear indication yet so far in the series but boy, we are going to get there pretty soon.
- The B-plot is actually pretty good. It’s nice to see Matt interact with a female friend (I mean girlfriend lol) from his age group just because we’ve seen Matt only have guy friends like Lanny and Oscar. Obviously, their relationship is portrayed in a silly, comedic way since they’re only kids. So, I won’t get into my deep thoughts about their strange relationship lol.
#lizzie mcguire#hilary duff#disney channel#disney plus#stan jansen#the untitled stan jansen project#episode review#episode recap#teen drama#filmmaking#conflict between friends#childhood nostalgia#early 2000s#disney#spilling secrets#funky fashion#best friend code#best friends
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( this is all i have to show for it, - i blurred my name out - but tbh i’m a wuss and after signing a contract on not leaking things, i didn’t want to lift my camera high enough to people to even have the doubt that i might be taking photos because i don’t want to be sued by WB thank you very much... the second photo i posted before, but the significance of the corner of that white tent is that it was literally the tent where Gal was changing from scene to scene. our little open tent was right next to hers where we could sit if we wanted and we had a monitor, that’s pictured, where we could watch what the actual scene looks like filmed, but most of the time we’d rather walk to the side of the set to watch it live )
anyway... so this will be vague and spoiler free because what’s fun about already knowing some big twists before you’ve even seen it? okay like i don’t know the biggest twists either, but we were shown some definite spoilers. the only person i talked to about this in fuller detail was husband, because i trust him not to tell anyone, but tbh even to him i said things where he said ‘i didn’t want to know that!’ so yeah i’ll be vague.
if you don’t know what my job is, this is probably weird, but for those who do, they probably understand why i got so lucky to go to the set. so my morning was really crap as i’m sure you’ve seen from my post, i had to be at the studio by 10am, so i actually picked a really early train that would get me there just after 9 so i’m definitely not late. but life wanted to fuck with me, so when i got to the train station they immediately cancelled the train i needed to take, and then shortly after the train that was half an hour later as well to make sure i definitely don’t get there on time. so immediate stress at 7 in the morning. but i wasn’t gonna give up, so i went to the other train station in town to get an alternate route. i live about 40 minutes outside of london to the south west, whereas the studio is on the north of london. so through my alternate route i got to london by 9 but by train getting to the studio would’ve been another 1,5 hours, so i sprinted to the taxis and jumped in the first one and wow that’s expensive and let’s never do that again (at least i can claim it back from work), but the guy at least got me there by 9:57 so... success. although i left my hat in the taxi but fuck it...
i was given passes for myself and my fellow visitors, who arrived not long after me and we went inside a place that i think they call the war room, but i might be saying bollocks anyway, this room is full of pictures categorised by the main themes and chapters of the film, all having photos that you probably have seen and many that you haven’t. even to us they blocked out the last few chapters just so we still get a lot of surprises when we watch the film. what can i say, once again everything looks gorgeous. after that we were given the contracts to sign so yeah i keep repeating i won’t say anything even remotely spoilery here...
our next stop was the costume department, we actually saw lindy hem.ming for a very short moment where she said hi before we were given a tour from another member responsible for the costumes. the room we were led to had some of the main outfits on mannequins with accessories next to them spread out on a table and pictures of the costumes in action behind them. obviously the first one was the iconic ww costume, redone for this film, as we have already seen it’s a lot more colourful and we got to touch it and wonder tbh at the fact that it all looks like metal but the materials they work with are super light. the inventiveness for replacing materials is really cool, we have been given many examples that are more spoilery. fun fact, because of wear and tear, the main costume they have made about twenty of. i have seen the outfit from that image of steve tre.vor with the fanny pack and the black jogging outfit, and some outfits of pedro pas.cal’s character, and some bar.bara mine.rva things but i won’t go into detail. we were in awe already tbh and then we had a short visit to the workshop where they create and mould some of the armours and weapons.
then we were moving on to visiting some of the sets, we walked past some extras already dressed up in full on 80′s style, the attention to detail is amazing but i could say that every two seconds, like you can get why it takes so long to make a film, because they really think of every small bit that you might never notice because it’s gone in a second, but it’s there. so we visited the set of diana’s workplace which i can’t remember if it was revealed yet so i won’t say it, but because they weren’t filming there, the light were taken to somewhere else so it was literally pitch black, we had to use our phones to light our way. but when you walk onto set, it’s like you just travelled through time and space and you find yourself in a different world... we also got to see diana’s office there. you could look through her bookshelf, see what she’s working on, some artefacts lying around... it’s indescribable. then we went onto see her apartment! fun fact, the actual apartment they found in the US but then they built the interior in the WB studio, so in the film when you’ll see her out on the balcony, that’s in the states, she walks inside and suddenly she’s in the UK in that studio. once again we could walk through her rooms, see some files she’s been working on left on the coffee table... it was really cool, i’m just fangirling really. fun fact, because there’s only one shot in her bedroom (i don’t think that’s a terrible spoiler), they actually didn’t build the right wall so we walked through there.
we then saw some stunt doubles doing a fight scene with the cgi dots on their faces so later they can add the actors’ faces. saw some scenes where people were slammed through walls and such, very intense!
then came the even more surreal part, got in cars to drive to the back lot, our cars just slowed to a stop when a woman ran across the road towards a set nearby, we only saw her back but we already knew it was pat.ty jen.kins. so we walked up there and were introduced and once again sorry, won’t describe the scene but film sets are the coolest... of course there are massive blue screens around, as far as the street scene goes, they create the perfect atmosphere for a foreign country. then walking on the set, ready to film was suddenly gal... so tall and beautiful, full of smiles and a nice word for everyone, she is a literal sunshine like her energy is absolutely infectious i can’t even describe but you can’t help but for in love with her at least for a few seconds. she was in full hair and make up, wearing the tiara but with a purple dressing gown because it wasn’t that warm so she would freeze to death running around in that tiny costume otherwise. then the filming began and i have to say, it might seem glamorous but it’s the slowest process and you need real patience for it. we saw really small scenes being filmed without dialogue, but even these moments that won’t be longer than 5 seconds in the film, take hours to create. every scene has to be set up, so pat.ty sat up the angles and what she’d like to see, then they rehearse with the extras a couple of times, every single time they have to reset cameras and rearrange the terrain and make sure everything looks the same as it was at the start of the take. then with simple scenes the actor comes along and again they do the take at least five times or until pat.ty is happy with the result. we saw a scene filmed where it was literally just diana walks into the shot, looks around, looks at a tv then runs off. and that over and over again.
then if it includes some kind of stunt, same process, but they first test it with stunt double, they rehearse with her for like five times to perfect the shot and then gal comes along and she does it however many times it takes. in this case it was just her doing a running jump, involving a harness and cables as she leaps up into the air. but once again you can’t not love her... the way she laughs and has fun take after take, like you can’t fake that, but i don’t want to gush.
we had lunch sometime inbetween takes, the whole massive maze of a set is so impressive and surreal, you have all these extras in full costume and make up, then all the set team members with their walky talkies looking very important, but let me say everyone is so damn nice. the amount of people it takes to create these scenes is insane from people who rake the terrain to the assistant director to the camera man to the five dudes to push and pull the camera for dynamic shots to people who operate these big construction vehicles to put lights and blue screens in place... i kind of suddenly really wanted to be a part of this massive family, but at the same time this is literally their life, up like 5 in the morning and not stopping until who knows how long...
then gal was whisked away to a different set for further hair and make up, but the sight of wond.er wo.man with the beautiful flowing hair and tiara, dressed in a grey tracksuit is pretty weird and hilarious. so then for a while we watched a scene being filmed with just extras a crowd scene that’s all i’m saying. then at that point it was very near 4pm so... it’s been a long day, but before we would leave, we were invited to walk over to another set not too far away, and suddenly we were once again in a different country, a different street. dry ice has been working like crazy to give the street a misty look and a handful of extras were practising what direction to run in and when. gal was there once again, being her lovely self, waiting as they practised, and at one point i turned around, i don’t even know why, but i saw a black car half to a stop and saw this tall blonde man get out of it, and the realisation came that it was ch.ris pi.ne and tbh by that point everyone was pretty chill about being around gal, you get used to it, but then suddenly everyone was star struck once again just watch him walk up to us and say hi and casually chatting while two people started to wire him up for the scene so they can record his dialogue, so... it’s hard not to stare at least a little when they’re hiking his trousers and t-shirt up to place these wires........... then when they were ready we watched one take of that scene, can’t describe it, that’s probably the most spoilery out of all of them and then it was time to go home.
seven hours we spent on set and it was damn amazing, even if it’s tiring to just sit around and watch, trust me it is, it’s lot better to actually do something, it’s really hard to let go and leave. not one part was disappointing, everyone was so lovely and nice and i can’t wait to see these scenes on the big screen and think ‘I was standing around in the background when they shot those!’
tbh once again on my way home my day had to be framed by crap because kings cross tube station was closed because of fire, so i had to walk to euston where suddenly the crowd was insane because everyone from kings cross moved over there so travel was not straightforward, but the memories i made......... i still really wanna work on a film set now........
#🔱 ᵒᶰ ˢᵒˡᶤᵈ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ( ooc. )#[ THIS GOT LONG ]#[ and probably boring ]#[ but it was so exciting to live it ]#[ and i wish i could tell you what i saw ]#[ but at the same time not ]#[ because you should see things for the first time when you watch the film ]
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Ranking
S. Coups/Seungcheol
The Boss
•Won't let the lower ranks down, doesn't need to do much to get people to do what he says.
•Doesn't sit around in his office, makes sure to go get the job done himself.
•Never planned to be the boss, was a last minute decision. Decided on after the old boss' son could not lead properly.
•Really harsh exterior personality, but his members know his true colours. He's really sweet and cares for the people around him, even if he is clueless at times.
Jeonghan
Consigliere (Chief Advisor)
•Isn't officially in the mafia yet, but he's trying his hardest to get in. Coups won't allow him to fully be in, due to past experiences.
•He settled for this position but still acts as though he's high up in the mafia.
•Sends himself out on missions and uses his pretty-boy looks to get information, which gets him a scolding from members in "his mafia" due to the dangers.
•Spends the rest of his time sleeping or helping the members out with health/injuries.
Joshua/Jisoo
Soldier
•Thinks he deserves a higher ranking, and he does, due to the dangerous jobs he receives.
•Is known as a spy in his small circle, he travels around the world receiving the latest information on various topics in the mafia world.
•Has met some top tier mafia men and clearly hasn't been caught.
•Overall, a really sweet guy who somehow got into this bad business, not many people truly know why he is there.
Jun
Soldier
•Used to be very mysterious to anyone he met, but has since then became more active and social (due to orders from S. Coups to go out and do the gambling).
•Though he's good at what he does, he would rather be out on the field with Hoshi's sub-unit again.
•Aaand he does get to go out most of the time, without S. Coups knowing.
•Joined the mafia on his own “free-will”, then “convinced” The8 to join.
•People easily get fooled by his cute, innocent looks but he becomes very rough and terrifying when working.
Hoshi
Caporegime
•One of the harshest captains you'll ever meet, despite his innocent looks and usual personality.
•Started off as the team's "hacker", but taught Vernon his trade in order to become captain of the high class soldiers.
•Nearly everyone in his family was involved in the mafia, so he assumed he had to be in it as well, it happened before he expected it though.
•Literally one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet... uuunless you're his enemy or underling.
Wonwoo
Soldier
•A cold guy overall, but can be fairly weird at times.
•Used as the team's negotiator, due to his serious atmosphere and his unwavering personality.
•Has some pretty outstanding torture techniques.
•Came into the mafia through Mingyu, he didn't have a choice.
Woozi/Jihoon
Caporegime
•Definitely helps Wonwoo out in the tortures.
•Since he's so soft looking, S. Coups doesn't send him out often, so he spends his time planning their tasks.
•Their mafia branch began succeeding more often due to Woozi's precise plans.
•Parents forced him into the mafia, with the plan of him taking down the boss and becoming the new boss. Their plan ultimately failed with bad consequences, for the parents. S. Coups still took Woozi in, believing (or knowing) that he would be a huge help.
DK/Seokmin
Soldier
•Literally a ball of sunshine that's there to be with his friends and have fun.
•So like he might be a little insane since he thinks that murder and illegal gambling are fun.
•Knew Hoshi and Seungkwan outside of the mafia, found out about each of them by snooping through their homes, while they were asleep.
•Proceeded to manipulate them into letting him join.
•Gambling is his main job, he takes over for Jun most of the time.
Mingyu
Underboss
•Used to be a very bright boy, despite his fathers profession, and his own. His father was the boss of the mafia, and he was next in line.
•He ended up being the boss for a day, a small mishap occured, so his father quickly retracted him and pulled out S. Coups to take over.
•Now, he's an angsty boy who's only comfortable with few people.
•He claims he holds no grudge against S. Coups. He's thankful that he still got the position of underboss.
The8/Minghao
Soldier
•Another one that takes on the innocent look, but is very deadly.
•Has the highest experience in fighting on the team. Though it isn't useful in many tasks, they utilize him as a guard for Hoshi and Dino.
•He had a steady life ahead of him, having no connections to the mafia. Except for his closest friend, Jun. Jun tied him into the mafia and turned his life around.
•Even though Jun basically ruined his life, he thought nothing of it.
Seungkwan
Soldier
•Loud and sassy, has no shame.
•Usually accompanies DK to the casinos, and uses himself as a distraction.
•S. Coups recruited him after he ruined a game of poker. It was either join the mafia or die so-
•Also quite good at going around the tables and stealing valuables without people noticing.
•Longtime friends with DK, Hoshi, and Vernon.
Vernon/Hansol
Soldier
•Fairly quiet around most people, but still happy despite his work.
•Used to have the dangerous job of accompanying S. Coups and protecting/guarding him at all times until Seungkwan convinced S. Coups to let him do something else.
•So Seungkwan helped him get the physically safest job they have: hacker. It took a lot of "convincing" to get Hoshi to teach him but he ended up doing very well for Hoshi.
•Joined the mafia when he found out Seungkwan was in, he wanted to protect Seungkwan.
Dino/Chan
Soldier
•"the biggest little man"
•He was involved with the mafia since he was born. His father was a boss of another group, and he was next in line. But his father gave in and merged with S. Coups right before he was promoted.
•Tries to out-do everyone to maintain a high-status but knows when to drop the games and petty business.
•Although he's all rough and tough, he still gets treated like a baby.
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Coming up with my Final Idea
My project went through a lot of variations in the first few weeks before I settles on a final idea.
Inital Ideas & Thoughts-
Before I really knew what this project was about, I knew that I wanted to make something due my love of cosplay and fantasy armour. I also knew that I really wanted to make a set of wings, as it’s something i’d never done before and would give me a chance to push myself.
I knew that I would have to design the costume I made - thus I decided to also venture into character design & concept art, as this was also something I was really interested in earlier in the year.
Most cosplay armour i’d previously seen was from World Of Warcraft, so this was my primary inspiration from this stage - as well as the design of typical medieval armour. I started designing some armour ideas for fun.
First Ideas - using the Titles
This idea began to evolve as we officially started the project and had to consider the titles we were given as a starting point.
I picked the following titles and made some notes relating to them, trying to think of a possible narrative that could work:
Rose Tinted Spectacles
To have a certain view on something – i.e. you can only see the good things or the bad things. Having something that could allow you to access another view of a world - for example Spiderwick.
Anything involving separation between two worlds – i.e. like the real world and a fantasy one - or hell and the real world. So like something from another world – could be something underwater.
Virus – something infected by something else – so like maybe the character has been infected by something from another world so the armour is like covered in moss or plants/decay.
Things being hidden from plain sight - is the main character hiding a secret?
Having a character travel to a place and become infected by it.
Behind Closed Doors
Secrecy – something people aren’t meant to know about – maybe the main character has come from another world and is being kept hidden. Maybe the wings are like the result of an illegal experiment.
Crimes, undercover police, illegal actions etc.
Having an assassin style character - someone who has two jobs
Crossover
Literally crossing over to another world – so the character’s come from another universe etc. Heaven and hell – dreams/nightmares – day/night – different time periods.
I guess mixing two themes together - in her armour design?
Having a character that unites two worlds - similar to Aquaman – has both worlds in their design.
Host
Having a possessed character or something like venom – transforming character
E=MC2
Having a sci-fi/ inspired futuristic character
Aliens and characters from another world
Science experiments, linked to Behind Closed Doors - such as Maximum Ride
After considering each of these ideas, I really liked the concept of an assassin character, so I chose Behind Closed Doors as my initial starting point.
Having now decided that this character I wanted to create the costume for would be an assassin, I could work on a few other designs that would actually incorporate this theme.
Idea 1
My first proper idea was to have this concept set in a fantasy world. My character would be part of a royal guard who works to defend the king. However, at the same time she works as an assassin. No one one knows that she is the same person. She has a reputation for being able to take out 100% of people she’s asked to kill. One day she received a request to kill the king himself - while at the same time being one of the people trusted to protect him.
I really liked this idea at the time (and would perhaps like to expand it in the future) but it eventually fell short as I realised that I wanted to go more for a science fiction theme - similar to the designs in Marvel and Overwatch.
This inital idea is why several of my design sheets turned out to be fantasy based (rather than science fantasy as I am now doing) as shown below:
Idea 2
When making the pinterest boards (as well as seeing other people’s work and ideas) I was inspired by all of the science fiction designs. Because of this, I thought it would be fun to try and design a more futuristic costume for the character to see if would look good.
I designed this (right), inspired by the designs from this pinterest board which I had created.
The left design was my original fantasy armour concept. The middle design was an outcome which I created by combining the two. I took my favourite aspects from both and kept the colour palette (which was my favourite out of all the initial designs).
This was the result below. Ever since I combined both science fiction and fantasy I knew that I wanted to continue with this theme for the rest of my project.
Idea 3
I came up with this next idea after struggling to really think of a narrative for the science fantasy character. This concept was created based on my GCSE Media studies project - a show about Ancient Egypt. Along with Egyptian mythology, I was also really interested in conspiracy theories, aliens and government secrets - these all combined really well with the E=MC2 starting point.
Still liking the science fantasy concept, I began to think of an alternate reality of earth in which Ancient Egypt and its events happened in the future when everything was futuristic and technologically advanced - but also still had the egyptian gods present. These gods I thought could possibly actually be aliens (which would explain their armour design) in this world - much like Stargate. The idea would be that Egypt would be like Wakanda - completely hidden from outsiders and actually extremely advanced despite everyone’s belief. My character I planned to have based on a cat - as they were highly worshipped (and the bird/jackal appearances were already claimed by the two gods) and known for being very silent and sneaky, perfect for an assassin.
My character would be an assassin who would venture outside of Egypt and reclaim lost artefacts that have been taken.
This lead to this armour design (right) which was a redesign of the previous (left) with a more prominent aesthetic - I wanted an eye, cat and wing motif as these were all common symbols in Egyptian Mythology.
This idea was invented in a mere few days and was really more of an impulse concept - I should have developed my other ideas further before rushing into this one as it was also quickly off the table for several reasons.
For one, people that i’d asked didn’t really think that the black & gold armour was very ‘Egyptian’ looking. I also couldn’t really find a plausible reason for the character to have wings. But the major turning point was when I discovered all the research I’d have to do to back up this idea - into Egyptian films and actual factual information about the country - which honestly didn’t really interest me at all - I just liked the concept of the animal themed gods and alien conspiracies.
Idea 4
I remember shortly after coming up with the Egypt concept that I was sitting in a room surrounded by people all working on their science-fiction stories. I felt like i’d made a serious mistake in choosing it for such a huge project when it wasn’t something I was insanely passionate about. I had to sit down and consider if, three/four weeks into the project, if it would actually be worth changing my idea again. It was actually looking at my favourite artist’s work that fully convinced me to revert back to the science fiction/fantasy theme I wanted to do previously. Simon Stalenhag’s dystopian universe and environment paintings full of giant machines made me realise that this was really the sort of thing I was interested in.
I still had my main idea in mind: to create a costume with wings. But now I had to try and incorporate a typically fantasy character into a futuristic science fiction universe.
I still wanted my character to be somewhat secretive, with not everything known about her - for example an assassin built by the government as an experiment with actual wings.
Another reason for this decision change was because I didn’t want to have to ground my work into reality - with Egypt I would have to stick to realistic conventions and history whereas with sic-fi, anything was possible and would give me a lot more freedom to imagine where technology could possibly take us in the future.
I was originally going to have this story set in Egypt as a homage to my previous idea. I also wanted to have a large company who pretty much ruled the entire world - something my character could fight against and overthrow. I wanted the company to be ruled by an AI, and I really liked the concept of a future where everything you do is watched, recorded, etc. As it was set in Egypt, I wanted this AI to be called Anubis after the god. The company was known as Anubis Robotics for a while.
The company would offer people a way to live forever inside a machine - having a second chance at life even after death. But having everyone living as a machine would also make them controllable by the corporation- making them able to achieve whatever they want, including world domination.
Sakura (the protagonist) would be an assassin who wants to overthrow this company. But the point was made that she would have no reason to care as it was not involving her in any way. For this reason I decided to scrap the idea of her being a random assassin and instead, she became the scientist who invented the technology that the company uses - a benevolent girl who just wants to help people who have lost their bodies live again. Having the company turn on her and use it as a world domination and money making scheme was a lot more plausible of a reason for her to take them down.
As this idea grew, the world i’d created started to drift away from Egypt little by little - and since I wanted the company to be world dominating (not just an Egyptian company) I thought it would be better to name it after something else. I wouldn’t really be able to explain the name ‘Anubis’ anymore, but I was still really attached to it so I picked something similar sounding - Atlas.
It is interesting to note that Atlas’ design and the company’s logo was still created with Anubis in mind - hence the pointed ‘jackal ears’ he has on his head and the dog-headed logo itself.
The only thing missing was an explanation as to why the main character had wings.
This was when my story ended up becoming an alternate version of earth - a new world in itself. Since I wanted to focus on both science fiction and fantasy, I incorporated a magical energy into the world which is shared between all living creatures - thus connecting them to each other. As the magical energy transfers between each creature and returns to the earth, it is possible for it to transfer DNA between organisms - creating mutations from other species resulting in fantasy races. This allowed me to instantly have mermaids, dragons, angels etc while still maintaining the science fiction aesthetic. This magical energy was then named as Mana - one of my inspirations behind the logic of the energy was based on Annihilation’s lore with DNA refraction (which sounded ridiculous to me and everyone else watching but was still believable enough for the suspension of disbelief.).
While I started out wanting to create just a winged character with a backstory and a suit of armour, it eventually turned into wanting to create an entire narrative and alternate future which I named Windfall.
The name ‘Windfall’ is the name of the planet that is alternate Earth.
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The second oneeeeeee pls! Chuya is my love😍😘
In his defence, Chuya had never experienced a migraine before. Anyone who knew better would have recognised the warning signs and responded accordingly, perhaps by NOT going out on an extreme mission that involved a lot of ducking, dodging, chasing and shooting. When his vision blurred for the third time that day, it didn’t go back to normal. Chuya was sprinting across a ceiling, weaving around light fixtures and hurtling over door frames. His opponent, who hadn’t known about his ability until mere seconds ago, must have been terrified as Chuya closed the distance between them, gun pointed and ready to fire a shot.
Chuya was no stranger to fighting upside down. His aim was just as good as when he was on the ground, but this blurry vision was really throwing him off. He cursed softly and wiped at his eyes with gloved hands. Still, nothing would come into focus. It only got worse, if anything, and that was when it hit him. Suddenly Chuya was overwhelmed with dizziness. His energy drained from his body, and he tripped, tumbled and rolled to a stop beside a crystal chandelier. His target slipped away in an instant, but Chuya had only been chasing them for kicks in the first place. He could track them down and finish the job any time he liked, or just send Black Lizard to do it for him. Right now, Chuya had a much larger problem at hand.
He weakly managed to pull himself to his hands and knees, but to move any further would be pushing it. Waves of solid pain slowly forced their way through his head. By now Chuya finally realised what was going on, but it was too late. He had a migraine, and he was rooted to the ceiling, immobilised with pain and dizziness. Chuya took a shaky breath, struggling to calm himself and think reasonably, but it was hard to do so when his head was under so much literal pressure. He wasn’t sure whether he was going to be sick or pass out, or both.
Below him, he heard two pairs of footsteps. “Hey, Chuya, you let that guy get away!” Tachihara shouted from the ground. “Chuya!” Chuya’s mind raced. How was he supposed to explain this to his co-workers? He didn’t want to explain it. Right now he just wanted to curl up and shut himself in a dark, cool room. “Gin, speak up.” Tachihara replied to his accomplice. “Should I really?…. Okay.” There was no doubt they were talking about him. Part of Chuya felt humiliated, but it was far outweighed by the pain that wreaked havoc on his head. “Chuya, what’s up?”
Chuya knew that in this state his voice would be too frail to respond, so he remained silent. All he could do for now was to rest and recover as fast as possible so he could get down from here and get help. Suddenly, another set of footsteps approached, getting louder as they caught up to the group. “Where did that piece of scum go??” Akutagawa demanded, and then with much more confusion “Why is Chuya on the roof?” Another pair of footsteps followed closely behind, most likely Ichiyou Higuchi. “Something seems to be wrong with Chuya,” Tachihara explained with a slight tone of unease. “He’s not responding when I call out to him.”
“Can you hear me?” Akutagawa called, and coughed from the sudden exertion of his voice. Chuya nodded weakly, still clinging to the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t dare open his eyes for fear of the vertigo-inducing sight below. This building was very grand, high ceilings and colourful paintings lining the walls. It would be a shame if Chuya were to ruin the elegant mood of the place by throwing up all over the ceiling. Or would it fall to the ground? Even just trying to think about his ability hurt his head. “Maybe he’s been injured.” Akutagawa suggested thoughtfully.
“How will we get him down??” Higuchi asked frantically. The question hung in the air, silent but as tense as Chuya’s pounding headache. Then the panic set in. “Chuya!!” Tachihara called desperately. “Chuya! You need to get down here so we can help you! Chuya!” Akutagawa cried. “Chuya!” Higuchi yelled. “Akutagawa-senpai, can’t you use your ability??”
“Rashoumon is quite sharp, and I’m more accustomed to handling enemies with it. I wouldn’t want to hurt Chuya.” Akutagawa replied quickly. “Chuya!!” Higuchi called again. “Chuya!” Chuya almost would have preferred an injury to this. The ceiling spun, to the point that he wasn’t actually sure which way was up anymore. If he fainted, would his ability keep working? What if he fell? The yelling down below wasn’t helping, either. His head pulsed accordingly with each syllable that echoed through the room. Chuya was shaking all over. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
“Chuuuuuyaaaaaa!!” “Everyone, let’s not make such a fuss. What’s happening?” Chuya sighed in relief at the sound of a gentler, calmer voice. The yelling died down immediately as Mori Ougai’s footsteps entered the room. “Chuya is injured!” Akutagawa told his boss urgently. After a short pause, Mori calmly called up to Chuya.“Chuya, can you hear me?” Chuya gave a single nod. He definitely wasn’t feeling well. Even in silence, his head throbbed and ached slowly and his stomach was roiling. “If you can move, come down here. If you can’t move, stay where you are.” Mori instructed. Chuya was in no condition to move. Yet, he cautiously, shakily shifted one hand forwards. Then one knee.
He opened his eyes slowly and squinted against the blinding light of the chandelier beside him. Everything was ringed with halos of light that sent searing pain through his skull. Chuya thought of everyone waiting below him, Mori, Higuchi, Gin, Akutagawa, Tachihara, all of them who seemed to care so much about him. He had to make it down, one way or another.
Edging his way weakly along the ceiling, Chuya soon reached the wall. He shifted the gravitational force around him and gradually crawled down the wall as easily as if it were the floor. He couldn’t imagine how ridiculous he looked. Finally, he reached the tiled floor. Chuya immediately slumped onto his side, and everything faded to a blissful black.
When Chuya regained consciousness, he was sure not much time had passed. Everything was still bright and blurry, and after only a few seconds of being awake Chuya’s stomach began to stir, an unsteady queasiness building up again, and his head ached like there was a hammer smashing it to pieces. If only it were in pieces. Above him, the Port Mafia applauded him, giving triumphant shouts of ‘you made it’ and other encouragement. Chuya flinched at the abrasive noises, and Mori shushed them gently. He crouched beside Chuya, peering at his deathly pale face in concern. Mori was surrounded by a halo of white light, almost like an angel coming to rescue him. “Are you alright?” He asked.
Chuya only had the energy to faintly utter one word through the crippling pain in his head. “M-migraine….” then he dropped to the ground. They had gotten him down from the ceiling, but they were insane if they believed Chuya could make it any further than that. “I’ll carry him,” Kouyou offered. The last thing Chuya felt before he lost consciousness for the second time in five minutes was a gentle pair of arms sliding beneath him and scooping him up off the ground. The Port Mafia was a formidable force to reckon with, but from the inside it was a tight-knit community of criminals who helped and supported each other…. all while committing organised crime, of course.
#just sayin#just sayin 2#sickfic#sick#nausea#dizziness#dizzy#fainting#headache#migraine#bungou stray dogs#chuya nakahara#gin Akutagawa#Akutagawa Gin#ryunosuke akutagawa#akutagawa#tachihara michizou#higuchi ichiyo#mori ougai#ozaki kouyou#nakahara chuuya
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