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THEY FIND OUT YOU LIKE BEING PRAISED !!
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content : gender neutral reader, fluff, this is sfw don’t get too excited y’all, independent!reader, reader is a uni student in draken’s, reader is independent but also quite self critical at times :(, rindou having blood all over his arms whoopsies, also me having rindou brainrot so i went a little crazy with his... i love him i can’t help it,
word count : around 500-600 each <3 little scenarios for this one hehe
characters : draken, rindou
notes : okay hi !! long time no see y’all, college is so so insane rn and m sorry for being so dead T^T this was actually a request but i have deleted it with my old requests in my inbox and i only kept the ones i moved to my drafts whoopsies </3 i hope this isn’t too bad and i hope i haven’t gotten rusty from not writing for a little but yeah have some rindou and draken as my apology <3 thankyou to dee for giving me a little help on this when i was brain dead mwah i luv u <3
˗ˏˋ DRAKEN
draken knew you always preferred to teach yourself things, to stick to your own way of studying, to not have anyone or anything interfere with your routine during exam season. he knows, without fail, you’ll always reject his proposal to help you, but eventually he finds there’s nothing he loves more than to see your cheeks redden at his praise for your work. even if you push him off and tell him to let you continue <3
“why don’t you let me help, baby? wouldn’t you get it done faster?” he mumbled into your hair before reaching forwards to take your notes from you. “i don’t need help, kenny, ‘m fine! ‘s not about doing it fast, anyways.” of course you were. even if the bags under your eyes and very few hours sleep you had under your belt said otherwise. a kiss was pressed to your cheek before he sat himself down in the chair next to you, resting his head on his crossed arms as he looked up at you. draken decided not to push you for let him help. “how’d y’r exam t’day go? know you were dreadin’ that one.” it’s sweet, you think, the way his eyelids seem to be getting harder to hold open but he’s probably still thinking up a plan to work his way around your stubbornness to get you into bed at a reasonable time.
“it was fine,” you put your notes down and turned to face him, “i finished with time to spare, too, so i don’t think i did that bad.” of course you did well. you always do, draken thought with a smile. “c’mere.” he nodded his head to the side, signalling for you to sit in his lap. his embrace was comforting, warm, too warm, even, for your tired state couldn’t help but relax into it like you’d been longing to all day. “gettin’ tired, angel?” draken could practically feel you melting into him as he rubbed up and down your back. “mhm… but i gotta finish up, kenny, c’mon.” your attempt at moving back to your original chair was futile as draken pulled you back down into a gentle kiss.
“hmm… but my baby’s so smart, ain’t ya?” he spoke against your lips, and you couldn’t help the way your cheeks reddened at his comment. “don’t think you need t’do anymore when you’re already doing so good… think ya need to come to bed with me ‘n’ get some sleep, hm?” he could feel your smile against his cheek as he kissed anywhere he could without you shying away from him. draken almost chuckled at your actions. he’d always known you to be an independent person, dealing with everything yourself, and though he was no stranger to your stresses and anxieties, seeing you this flustered was rare to him. fuck, you’re so cute.
“what’s this all about, sweets?” he pinched your cheek between a pointer and thumb, “got somethin’ you wanna tell me?” draken’s grin is wide as you peer down into your lap. you know exactly what he wants you to say, to admit that all you want to hear right now is how good you’re doing, how clever you are, to have your hard work appreciated when you feel like it’s futile and a waste of time. though you shook your head as you met his eyes once again, “shut up.” draken hummed at your response, the chewing of your lip and the remains of your bashful smile gave him the wordless answer he wanted. “c’mon then, smart ass, y’re coming to bed with me,” he patted your thigh as a signal get up, “can’t have my clever little thing over workin’ yourself when you’ve got all those other exams to do, can i?”
˗ˏˋ RINDOU
if there was one thing rindou had learned about you it was that once you start something you want to finish it, and you want to finish it well. you want to finish it yourself, it doesn’t feel the same if someone helps you, you tell him. but he knows you’re only human, so when mikey comes and drops another tower of rindou’s paperwork on your desk when you’re already up to your neck in it and it’s almost two in the morning, it’s not hard for him to notice the cracks in your resilience
“what’re you still doin’ here?” you heard rindou mumble from the doorway of your office. blood covered his knuckles and fingers, under his rings, and trailed up to his forearms in spatters. his hair was tousled and messy, violet eyes sleepier than usual. from where he leaned, he looked frightening. beautiful, but frightning. “‘m finishing paperwork.” rindou raised a brow, almost confused, as he checked the clock. two in the morning? finishing paperwork? you must’ve gone mad; it looked like you’d barely started with the piles mikey had dropped on your desk. “that’s your work, is it?” he spoke from the front of your desk. “hm? oh, no, it’s yours,” you held up the sheet you’d been writing, “i already finished my work, but mikey just asked me to get a bit of yours done while you were gone… didn’t have to do all of it but i may as well since i’ve started it.” sleepy was the smile that rested on your face. so pretty, he thought.
rindou sighed in response to your commitment and strolled over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and giving your cheek a quick kiss. “y’know you don’t wanna do all that, baby, c’mon,” kiss, “y’half asleep anyways, let me deal with it tomorrow, kay? need t’rest that pretty head of yours now.” you sighed and slumped backwards into your chair. it’s just work, it’s not even yours, you thought to yourself. you just couldn’t stand having to hand over the responsibility of doing all that work to someone else. you knew that feeling was silly, though, you just couldn’t help it sometimes. the man behind you could already guess the response travelling up your throat, ready to be mumbled out in defeat. rindou pulled away and beckoned you with a finger to stand up, “why don’t you try thinkin’ of the stuff you've already done, hm? come here ‘n’ tell me about it, sweets.” you always appreciated rindou’s attempts at comforting you, despite him never being one to comfort people, only one to help them forget about their current issue.
you followed him to the couch in your office and laid your tired head in his lap, strong thighs like pillows to you. and although you mostly spoke through a yawn, you told him about the work you did that day. “mhm, good job, baby.” a thumb stroked your cheek before he pulled you up for a quick kiss or two by your jaw. your smile, shy and a little toothy, was felt against his lips as your cheeks reddened under his touch. “such a good little angel f’me, aren’t you? doin’ my work when you don’t need to.” he took note of how warm your cheeks were on the tips of his fingers and pulled away from your face so you could hide your timidity no longer.
rindou had always had an inkling, even before you were dating, that you enjoyed hearing things like that; having your work appreciated and acknowledged, feeling supported for once. your silly attempts at hiding your smile that never worked. he could tell you’d always been independent, enjoyed being independent, though he also knew that sometimes you wanted to take a break or to not do everything by yourself, to let someone hold your hand for a while. “i didn’t know you could be so shy, i thought you would’a told me to shut up by now.” you looked up at his stupid smirk, knowing he wanted to hear it from you. playful arguing was futile option as any attempt made was to refute rindou’s statement was a failed one. it was worth a shot. you placed your head back on his thighs and your smile said it all, “you like it when i tell you those things don’t you? it’s what you deserve to hear.”
your grin hadn’t faltered, a sigh passing your lips. “mhm... yeah.”
rindou knew he was going to tease you about this forever now. he also knew that you’d deny everything every single time <3
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Hi Petri, I would want to request a Minho x fem! reader where they know each other since before the mazes, when where just some simple tests in wckd, they were really close but were sent out to different mazes, reader's maze was in the edge of a river (who was the maze btw) and she manages to get out and get to the safe haven, and she have this glimpses of her past, dreams of things that happened, memories, but to her they're just stupid dreams, that's until she sees Minho again and everything seems to click cause she knows she knows him, and he has this feeling she's familiar too and then te friendship they had transition to love. (I saw your post about oc's and tried my best to be kinda of creative with this request, hope it went well 😅)
Ooo, I really like the idea of a water-based Maze. I can imagine little floating shacks held up by sticks and a rowing boat needed to traverse the Maze- definitely a good idea.
Also, I'm a sucker for the dream trope in this universe.
LIFE BEFORE DROWNING
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic because of the different Mazes.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward teenagers, mention of Newt's suicide attempt, I've made up a monster for your Maze that is the equivalent of the Grievers, some mild suggestive themes, WICKED being WCKD because movie.
After hearing the experiences of other WCKD Subjects, you're starting to realise that your Maze was a little weird.
There was a Maze full of boys, one full of girls, another with mixed, some with monsters, some without- all nearly impossible to solve.
And yours was full of water.
For a few years, your life was like waking up and forgetting there's not ground beneath your feet, walking off your little wooden platform, and nearly drowning. You disliked the water.
It meant you also has to explore your Maze in a poorly constructed boat and had to deal with a half-metal half-serpent monster that roamed your Maze.
It was terrifying.
But that's not the only thing that strikes you as different to the others.
You remember things. Well, kind of.
Whilst you were in your Maze, you used to have memories- well, dreams -of your life before the Maze.
And most of them consisted of the same boy.
Asian. Dark-haired. Well-built. Taller than you. Handsome. Sarcastic. Passionate. And he cared about you, clearly.
You had dreams of playing card games together, sneaking around a lab, exchanging glances and pulling faces at each other whilst men in lab coats probe you, and staying up late in a cafeteria area when you weren't meant to.
It was all simple and meaningless- none of it ever held any significance. But it meant a lot to you. You didn't understand it, but it feels like you know this boy and that your friends with him.
You used to tell your friends in the Maze about it, and none of then experienced anything similar. So, you're really on your own with this one.
Though, one of your friends- your best friend, actually; a girl called Emmy, said something that stuck with you. And maybe even made you think it's true.
"Maybe WCKD couldn't take away the people we loved the most, no matter how hard they tried."
That doesn't matter, though. The survival rate of the Maze and WCKD in general is low.
But you're not in the Maze, anymore.
You were one of the first groups to be taken away from WCKD and put in the Safe Haven. You pretty much went straight from the Maze to paradise.
It was about sixish months later that the Gladers showed up. They'd been through hell and back, so Vince told everyone to give them space apart from the few people they actually knew.
You didn't really care for new arrivals. There has been a few since you got there, so it kind of became normal. But since Vince is back now, you doubt you'll get anymore.
Because of your simple lack of care, and the assumption the guy in your dreams is dead, it took you an embarrassingly long time to actually notice Minho.
A couple of weeks into the Gladers arrival, you stopped dead in your tracks, causing Emmy to walk straight into the back of you and drop soil absolutely everywhere.
"Bro? What the hell?" Emmy hisses. You don't respond, staring straight ahead. "(Y/N)?"
"It's him," you say.
"What?" She follows your line of sight, her gaze landing on the boy.
"The boy from my dream-memories - that's him."
"Holy shit. Are you sure?"
Minho is sitting at one of the dining tables with Gally, Thomas and Frypan, whilst you stand there like a deer in the headlights.
"Uh, dude," Thomas says to Minho as he takes a swig of the alcohol that Gally's made. Some things never change and the Gladers have got into the habit of finishing their jobs as soon as possible and day drinking to cope. "That girl is totally staring at you."
"Huh?" Minho looks at his friend, who points at you.
And then he looks at you.
"Oh, fuck, he's looking." You immediately avert your gaze. "Shit, Emmy, move. Go, go." You awkwardly push your friend away.
"My soil-"
"We can get more damn soil!" And with that, you flee.
Well, that was probably the most embarrassing thing you've done. That you can remember, at least.
Minho's blood ran cold, however.
You met his eyes for only a couple of seconds and it felt like he'd known you his whole life. You feel... familiar.
Minho didn't experience the same constant dreams you did- mainly because he's plagued by nightmares of Grievers and that day he found Newt out there. But he's had a couple. He can't remember them very well, but the parts he does remember have your face in it.
You go on acting a bit weird. Every chance you have to look at Minho, you take it.
Which also goes on for a couple of weeks.
"Haven't spoken to him, then?"
"'Course I haven't," you grumble to Emmy as you do your work in the garden. "And I'm not going to."
"What? Why not?"
"Because how would I go about that? 'Hey, dude, you don't know me but I've been having dreams about you for as long as I can remember- wanna be pals?'"
She chuckles, shaking her head. "I mean, why not?"
"What?"
"Why not go and say that to him? I mean, people have probably experienced weirder things 'causea WCKD- and those bastards from Group A had it the worst. I'm sure he'll understand."
"We don't know him," you groan, throwing your head back.
"But you do-"
"No, I don't." You sigh. "Maybe- maybe I used to, but I don't now. This is dumb." You pick up the empty water bucket and start walking backwards. "I'm not gonna speak to him- there's no point-! Shit!"
You back up into someone, the bucket clattering to the floor and the slight splash of water left in spilling out.
"Shit, sorry-" you turn around, meeting Minho's eyes. You blink, steeping back to lengthen the short distance between you. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-I wasn't looking-"
"It's cool. All good," he holds his hands up.
Little did you know, Minho was actually on his way over to talk to you.
You let out a breath of relief, giving him an awkward smiles. "So, who aren't you going to talk to?"
He grins at you, playfully, and you look to Emmy for help. Who simply shrugs.
"Uh, nobody- doesn't matter."
"Alright," he clicks his tongue, "you guys are from a Maze, right? That weird, like, river one?"
"You been asking people about us?" Emmy pipes up and you glare at her.
"Just heard a couple of things," he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking in his heels. He looks at the bucket on the floor. "You need water?"
"Uh, yeah, we use it for the watering can. I was just about to get some more."
"Ah, it's fine," he bends over and picks it up, "I'll get it for ya."
"Oh, uh, don't you have a job to do?"
"I'm already done, besides, can't have a pretty girl wasting her energy, can I?" He smirks at you before turning and walking away, leaving you flustered.
You turn to Emmy, who is grinning from ear to ear.
"Don't."
Minho returns and insists on helping you out on the gardens. Emmy feigns illness to give you some alone time.
That you don't want.
Though, Minho is a shit gardener.
"It's obvious you didn't work with plants in your Maze," you chuckle.
"Really? I thought I was impressing you," he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes. "I was a Runner, if you're interested."
"A Runner?" You lean on a plant support beam as Minho picks at some vegetables.
"Yeah, exactly what it says in the tin- I ran the Maze. Day in, day out. I was Keeper- uh, Leader of the Runners."
"Wow, musta been pretty good at it."
"I wasn't half bad," he chuckles. "What did you do? You have a job in your Maze?"
You shake your head. "Everyone kinda did a bit of everything. We worked on rotation since groups had to go out in boats, exploring the Maze was hard- so we all took it in turns. Fresh eyes also meant someone could spot something we didn't. Everyone was on the same field in my home."
"You didn't have a Leader?"
"Well, we all just respected the first guy that got there, but I wouldn't say he was in charge."
"So, you had guys and girls in your Maze?"
"Mhm, you didn't? Oh, shit yeah, you're Group A." You recall Emmy saying.
"Mhm- just dudes."
"Must've sucked. I can't imagine being stuck with just a buncha guys- gross."
He barks a laugh, standing up and shaking his had. "We had one girl- she was only there for a couple of days. But I'm pretty sure we did gross her out the brief time she was there."
"What was she like?"
"Total bitch-"
"Hey," you snap, "watch your mouth, man, you shouldn't talk about women like that."
He holds his hands up again. "Sorry. I just mean..." He trails off, the memory clearly becoming painful. "She betrayed us. Told WCKD our location and had me- well she- I was... shuck it."
"You don't have to tell me about it," you reassure him, "shit happens; I'm not entitled to know about it."
"No, uh," he hesitates. "It's weird, I wanna tell you. Kinda feels like I know you."
"We've never spoken before-" you try to brush off the comment, not wanting this awkward conversation. You figured once you came here, awkward conversations and relationship drama would be over.
"That's not what I mean," he sighs. "I know it's forward, but there are a lot of people I wish I woulda told klunk to before I lost 'em. So, I'm just sayin' it. You feel familiar. Like I know you before I lost my memories. You feel it too, right?"
You pause, but nod. "Yeah, I know you."
"Then we should be friends, right? If we know each other?"
You smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah, I'd like that."
And from then on, you became friends with Minho.
You eat with him, stay up late talking to him, get introduced to the Gladers, drink with them, and just generally have fun with him and his friends. Even Emmy joins in- and you're pretty sure she has a thing for Frypan.
But the problem is that you have a thing for Minho. He's effortlessly attractive, and he's funny and attentive. He makes it known he cares about you and likes making you laugh.
And it's starting to make your heart skip a beat, especially when he jokingly flirts with you. It did start off as a dumb inside joke, but now you're starting to hope it's genuine.
Your friendship grows closers and your wants grow bigger.
"What the hell are you doing?" You shout as you watch the Gladers splash water at each other and frolic in the ocean under the moonlight. They've all stripped down into their underwear in what was originally a dare from Emmy, but now they're enjoying it.
"Come on!" Minho shouts, standing up straight as he waves you towards him. You swallow as you watch salt water dribble down his abs.
Yanno, if he wasn't so fine, this crush would be less of a problem.
"The water feels shuckin' great! Aha! Oi! Gally! Stop it! You goddamn slinthead!" He shouts as he gets attacked.
"C'mon, (Y/N), it'll be fun." Emmy giggles, kicking her shoes off and walking towards the water.
Then she freezes. Just before her toes hit the water.
Due to the nature of your Maze, most people got attacked by the fresh-water monster you called the Serpent. You only had the one, but it's shadow lurked under the boat and it's full form was never seen because of it's size.
Either you got bit when it jumped out the water and it dragged you with it until you drowned, or it injected you with venom. It wouldn't kill you, but it left you seething with agony for days.
You got biten twice. Emmy three times.
You don't like big bodies of water now- especially when you can't see the bottom.
"Emmy?" You step towards your friend, putting your hand on her shoulder.
"I-I can't- what if something's in there?"
"There's nothing in there; we're safe here. But you don't have to go in. I'm not."
"C-can we get a drink?"
"Sure," you give her a soft smile. "Hey, guys!" You shout, getting the boys' attention. "We're calling it a night- see you tomorrow."
They group hollars their goodbyes and you both leave to have a couple of drinks before bed.
You watch Emmy sleep, hands in your pockets as she lightly snores in her pocket.
"Hey," Minho makes you jump and you immediately shush him. "Hey," he repeats, in a whisper this time. "You okay? You kinda ran off before."
He's fully clothed now, but his hair's still damp.
"Yeah," you clear your throat, "just... Maze shit, you know?"
He raises his head up a bit. "Dare I ask?"
You sigh, nodding for him to follow you. He does as you sit on once of the benches on the sand.
He gingerly sits next to you.
"You ever wonder why Emmy and I don't really talk to anyone else?"
"Kinda, just figured you didn't like many people."
"It's because we're the only two people that survived our Maze." He shifts slightly, his jaw tensing. "You had your Grievers, we had our Serpent. It was Lovecraftian big, and we had to get through the last part of our Maze on foot because getting the boats over the circular doorframes was taking too long. It was a bloodbath- let that thing pick us off one by one until me and Emmy were the last men standing. She doesn't like- we don't like water anymore." You pause.
"I always think the Serpent is going to dive out and drag me under or tear me shreds." You look at him. "I know it's dumb and we're safe here but I-" your voice breaks. "I can't- I lost everyone, I can't-"
"Hey, hey," he throws his arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "It's okay, I get it. You know, whenever anyone's building anything around here with those tools we stole from WCKD, I can't be anywhere near it. It sounds exactly like the noises the Grievers used to make- I don't know how Gally works with that klunk all day."
"We're fucked up, huh?" You chuckle between sniffs and he grins at you.
"Yeah, we are. Thanks WCKD."
You both chuckle. But you stop when your eyes land on his lips, flickering up to his eyes and his lips again.
"What do you think we used to be? Before the Maze?" You mumble.
He smiles faintly. "What do you mean?"
Maybe it's the buzz from the alcohol from your drinking game that's making you so bold, or maybe it's how close he is. It doesn't matter- you're drunk in some sense.
"Well, we know each other, do you reckon we were just friends or..?"
He tilts his head. "Why? What did you want us to be?"
"I used to have dreams about you- in the Maze. All the time. Emmy used to tease me about my 'old boyfriend'," you smile fondly, "it was so dumb, but... I don't know."
"Do you wonder if she was right?"
You don't speak, just giving a simple nod. "Do you want her to be?"
"Do you?"
You lock eyes with him. His eyelids are heavy and his body is now completely facing you. "Shuck it," he mumbles, leaning in a kissing you.
You gasp into his lips for a second, and it feels like something bursts in your chest.
You kiss him back immediately, fire sparking along your skin and the world feeling lighter. You run your fingers through his hair, his pulling you closer by your waist.
He pulls away, sucking in air. He goes to speak but as his eyes flicker open, it's like something overwhelms him and he kisses you again, deeper this time. His tongue brushes over your lower lip and he pulls on the belt straps of your jeans.
You hum into his mouth, egging him on further. But he suddenly breaks away.
"I gotta stop," he mumbles, pretty much into you, "or I'm gonna get carried away."
You snicker, the thought making more butterflies form in your stomach.
"Yanno," he continues, breathing laboured. "It doesn't really matter what we used to be- it matters what we are now."
"And?" You raise your eyebrow. "What do you want that to be?"
He grins. "Haven't I made that obvious?" He says before he kisses you again.
Yo yo, I really liked this one, and I got to be creative with making my own WCKD creation.
I hope you enjoyed :))
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Growing into the Job, Post 366: That was Then, This is Now, p18
He hadn't even complained when she parked in the middle of the street, in clear view of his old neighbors, to give him a blow job in the car. He’d just sat back, closed his eyes, and let it happen. She had then let him nap on the way home, the taste of him still deliciously on her lips. As she cooked for him, in her mother’s modern, well-appointed kitchen, she had been understanding when he was quiet. She knew that going to his old house to see his ex-wife chatting with his new younger girlfriend could have been stressful. She’d given him the time he needed as she made him dinner - well, she’d reheated a rotisserie chicken she’d grabbed last week, and steamed some carrots. And she didn’t melt them, like last time! Even though he didn’t eat much of her cooking - just some of the veggies - she was happy she could provide for him like this, take care of him. He’d asked for a glass of milk, all by himself, when he decided that was what he really needed. That made her smile. She wanted to make him feel comfortable tonight, but she needed him to start accepting the way things were now.
And he’d responded well, she thought. Throughout dinner, with a couple glasses of wine, he’d begun to smile more. He’d started to lighten up. He’d cracked some stupid jokes, at which she’d made sure to laugh. She wanted him to forget some of his worries and just enjoy himself. He began to get chilly, so she let him borrow an old white hoodie to wear over his scrubs, one of hers that her mom had kept. It used to fit her in middle school but, by the looks of it, it was too big on him now. The sight of him in it made her thighs tingle, but she didn’t want to say anything yet. And he didn't seem to mind that it was too large, that it was a teenage girl’s sweatshirt. It was snuggly and warm and it still actually smelled like her, and that was all that mattered. All in all, he was now having a good time, sitting here at the kitchen bar with a glass of wine after dinner, chatting. Here, away from the office and the stresses of the outside world, he began to open up again. He was still hesitating, holding back, wrapped up in that too-smart head of his. But Melissa was still in her tight white dress from work and she knew her figure - as always - provided a pleasant distraction and loosened his tongue as much as the wine. She wanted him to talk to her tonight
“How are you feeling, any better?” she asked him, with honest concern.
“I’m fine…I guess,” he responded, lukewarmly. He took a moment to think. “Better when I’m alone with you.”
ooo yes okay okay that felt good. She smiled, actually blushing, the weapons-grade dimples of her cheeks carving lines of gladness into her face. “I like being alone with you too,” she said, her voice gentle and warm, “It just feels so…natural.”
He smiled, too, nodding in an unspoken agreement. It was strange, weird, but the connection between these two very different people was strengthening by the day. They both silently acknowledged that, and clinked glasses.
“Cheers,” he said.
“Cheers,” she giggled.
He took a sip of wine, a really nice South American malbec that she’d insisted he open, something she grabbed from her mother’s wine cellar. She hadn’t, of course, let him down there himself, but she knew exactly what flavor (is that the right word haha?) he liked, and picked it out herself.
He took another sip. “So, uh, hey,” he began, “Is there any way we can step out, maybe get some air? I think I should clear my head for a bit. Maybe a walk?” It had been so long since he’d really been outside, taken a walk. Even in the dark, it’d be nice.
“Sure sure sure, sweetie,” Melissa answered, “But hey why don’t instead we, like, head out into the backyard. The patio’s nice…”
He nodded. Okay, okay…
“...and maybe we could start a fire, cuddle up? A quiet night just you, me and the stars?” She beamed as she watched as his little face brightened at her suggestion. Was that the idea of the fire, the stars, or - hopefully - the cuddles?
“Ah, sold!” he exclaimed, suddenly putting his wine down, invigorated, “Maybe we could make some S’mores?”
Melissa’s smile grew bigger. She loved seeing him happy, seeing him enthused. It was really, truly adorable. But…
“What’s a S’more?” she asked, “The girls over the weekend, brought some stuff, had said-”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” he laughed, interrupting her, “You’ve never had a S’more?”
“No I uh-”
“Well that settles it! We’re making S’mores tonight and you’re gonna love it!” he said, jumping off of his high stool and eager to pull her along.
With her help he rummaged through her cabinets, finding the essential ingredients. Apparently there had been plans to make them on Saturday night. The girls had brought the stuff but the moment never materialized. But tonight, he’d decided: S’mores! Suddenly it was like he was a man on a mission, and she patiently indulged his zeal.
After a few minutes, they had an elegant rosewood tray laden with everything they needed. She allowed him to carry it, and slid apart the big, glass sliding doors that opened up to the backyard patio. They walked out onto it, and had a solid two acres of grass and elegant landscaping all to themselves, separated from any prying eyes by tall, tasteful hedges and a thicket of oaks, ashes and maples. With wood from the woodpile at the yard’s edge and a bit of effort the two of them managed to start a fire in the stone firepit that was built tastefully into the large patio. He’d needed to instruct her how to set up the kindling and logs, as she’d never started a fire before. But soon they had it nicely ablaze and were prepared to spend the evening together, under the clear sea of stars on this crisp evening. The fire was also burning brightly at this point, casting its warm light across the patio and onto the two lovers.
Though she didn’t really need its warmth, she sat there in an oversized hoodie of her own, soft and blue. She reclined in the mahogany Adirondack chair next to his and cursed as her third marshmallow of the night burst into flames.
“Oh poop!!” she laughed, pulling it out immediately and once again extinguishing it by grabbing it into her free hand.
He didn’t even gasp this time, she noticed. She’d told him it was cute, how alarmed he’d first been, telling her stop you’ll burn yourself! She was, somehow, now impervious to flames. He’d seen her, over the weekend, place her hand right on a hot burner on the stove, not even flinch. Now she was giggling, licking the gooey, burnt marshmallow from her palm, no worse for the wear. I could pick up one of those hot red coals, sweetie, if I wanted. It wouldn’t hurt a bit.
He had to stop letting this sort of thing freak him out. His girlfriend was not only - along with, it seemed, his entire female staff - growing taller at a rapid rate, but was also developing abilities that he struggled to be able to explain, that baffled all his years of medical education. Powerful breath, super strength, she’d healed his hickey with a laying-on of hands - and now this invulnerability to heat? What else was this girl capable of? And, he thought, with a private shiver, what was she going to be capable of a year from now, if she continued to develop these..let’s call them what they are…powers. It was like something out of one of the comic books he’d loved reading when he was younger, the strong superheros he'd secretly worshiped. But now he was dating one, a budding heroine.
Or is she going to turn out to be the villain?
He shook off his intrusive thoughts, and - shivering in a private chill - pulled the thin blanket she’d put over his legs closer. “Here, let’s try this,” he said, putting a new marshmallow on her stick and redirecting her to get this right. There was a proper part of the fire to use, and a right distance at which to keep it. For all her strengths and physical capabilities, Melissa couldn’t roast a marshmallow for shit. Apparently, she’d never done it as a kid. Her childhood was, by her accounts, full of constant travel, and she didn’t have much to call her own. Her mother certainly didn’t have a home as extravagant as this for her and her sister growing up, with its bluestone patio complete with built-in fire pit, outdoor kitchen and beautiful mahogany furniture. They’d never even gone camping.
“Omigod delicious!” she raved, big eyes wide as she took her first bite of the little graham-cracker and chocolate-bar sandwich he’d made for her. A finger came to the corner of her lips, catching some of the gooey white sugar of the perfectly done marshmallow the two of them had roasted. They’d cooked it together, watching it start to turn a nice, gentle brown, even starting to smoke and bubble a little. At some point it almost fell off her stick, and she giggled as he helped her recover. Finally, it was done, slightly crispy on the outside, and perfect to slide between the two crackers and melt the chocolate just enough before-
“So yummy!!” she gushed, taking the next bite and then, immediately, insisting that they make another. “I’m so glad the girls brought this stuff over on Saturday! Too bad we didn’t even use it. S'mores are amazing!”
“Yeah…right…this weekend,” he mumbled, suddenly pensive again, sitting forward in his chair and poking around the fire’s embers with his own roasting stick. He watched as Melissa began to put another marshmallow on her stick, prepared to fix up another s’more. She promised she’d let him have some of it.
Though seemingly intent on her task - I am not going to burn this one - she was reading his demeanor loud and clear, sensing his anxiety. She glanced at him, deciding to be quiet as she slid her stick into the fire, into the perfect position to roast her next marshmallow. He hadn’t said anything further, but she felt a dark little thrill of excitement when she uncannily knew that he was about to ask-
“So, uh,” he began, reaching for a marshmallow, putting it on the tip of his own stick, “Sheryl said something about a video? From this weekend?”
“Omigosh so fun,” Melissa giggled, herself recalling the amazing moments from Friday, Saturday, Sunday as she watched him put his marshmallow into the flames. The date, the visit to the TV station, the mall with Shanette. And then of course the pool, dinner with all the girls and - bnnnghrrrrrar - bed with him, Sunday with him, the whole weekend with him. They had all grown together as friends, as a family…and they had all just plain grown. Well, haha, not him. Quite the opposite. And some of it made its way online.
“Did, like, someone post something I should know about?” he asked, watching her marshmallow slowly start to brown, not paying as much attention to his, “My phone’s dead so I, uh, couldn’t check��”
I can’t show that to him, not yet, not tonight. He’ll freak.
Simply crossing her legs, bare in the crisp night air, grabbed his attention. Her right leg came over her left, muscles bulging. He was suddenly distracted, suddenly appreciating the immensity of her shapely legs, and he swallowed audibly. He felt immediately the familiar sense of anxiety resurface, and he tried to stop it in its tracks. Why should it bother him if Melissa’s taller than him? Younger, physically superior? She was the sweetest woman he'd ever met, even if she was two sandwiches short of a picnic, or a little nuts. She was certainly the first woman he’d been with that would try to cook a s’more for him.
Speaking of - ahhhg!
His marshmallow was on fire!!
Melissa giggled, watching him blow blow blow at the flaming inferno at the end of his stick. She quietly resisted the temptation to use a puff of her own breath to extinguish it for him. I might blow him off the patio haha. Eventually though, even with his little lungs, he had it snuffed out and he was shaking his head, admonishing himself for having lost focus again. She was amused by how dumbfounded and distracted he could get every now and then. That, she knew, glancing down at her bare, womanly thighs, may be her fault…ok, it’s totally my fault.
She took her stick out, on whose end her marshmallow sat toasted brown and perfect. “Don’t worry sweetie,” she told him, gently urging him to lower his stick, letting the ashen remnants of his attempt fall back into the fire, “we can use mine.”
He couldn't help but notice she’d gotten very good at roasting marshmallows, very quickly. She had an uncanny ability to pick up these talents pretty quickly. Unless they involved like, math, or spelling maybe. He watched her make another s’more, and allowed her to feed him the first bite. Yum. Pretty good, actually. Solid food hadn’t been his thing for a while now, but when she made it it tended to be a bit more palatable; he’d noticed that with the carrots earlier. Something about her making it just made everything taste better for some reason. Yum yum. He was given another bite, and another, and soon the s’more was all gone.
They spent the next few minutes laughing a little together, musing on the possibility of running away and opening up a s’more shack somewhere out in the mountain wilderness (her idea), or down on some southern beach (his), just the two of them, charging passer-bys for their gourmet offerings. She liked the chilly mountainside idea, with its promise of nighttime snuggles, where he suggested the beach because, uh, bikinis. “Grab your wine, tiger,” she instructed him with a laugh and a slap to his knee, standing up, “let’s go look at the stars…”
She helped him from his chair with an offered hand, and it was with clasped palms that they stepped off the patio, away from the fire, out into the yard. A few swipes on her phone and the outside lights were off, as were any interior lights. She wanted it nice and dark for this.
The little hillock at the edge of the woods would be perfect. Nice soft grass, away from it all. The fire still burned, flickering maybe a hundred yards away, but it was now the stars that would light their way. She’d grabbed the thin blanket he’d been using earlier as something for them to sit on. Down on their backs they lay, next to one another, and gazed up at the heavens.
“Wow,” was his first reaction, “would you look at that.” It had been a long time - too long - since he’d had the chance to stargaze. It was honestly a little bit magical.
Melissa laid next to him as he stared up at the stars. While the show from the sky provided a diversion, distracting him again, she felt him shiver a bit. Without the blanket over him, he was likely getting cold. She snuggled in towards him to provide heat from her larger body. It made her smile when she felt him instinctively nestle in closer to her right side.
“Ooo look, there’s Andromeda…” he spoke, pointing skyward.
She followed the direction of his hand, looking up. “Who?”
“Andromeda, the constellation,” he explained, “Look…”
He pointed it out. Andromeda was a group of nine main stars, and with his help and little imagination she could picture it, the chained woman. Named after a princess in Greek mythology. “See?” he told her, pointing emphatically up at the constellation, “Andromeda was chained to a rock by her mother as a sacrifice to a big sea monster. The gods had been angered when Andromeda’s mother claimed that her daughter was more beautiful than even them, but she was rescued by Perseus, a hero who fell in love with her.”
Melissa listened quietly. She loved it. It was so cute when he got all excited, let his guard down and shared himself with her. She especially loved it when he told her that he thought she looked a lot like Andromeda, with her long dark hair and beautiful eyes. She smiled and said that she was flattered. Prettier than the gods, huh?
“Wow you know a lot,” she said, when he began to talk of the Andromeda galaxy, which they might have been able to see with a good set of binoculars.
“You mean that blurry, like, spiral patch up there?” she asked, pointing up into the constellation.
“You can see that?” he asked, squinting himself. The naked, human eye shouldn’t be able to find it; he certainly couldn’t. “But, uh, yeah…” he continued, shaking off the feeling that he was laying down in the grass next to something more than human, “I took some astronomy classes at Amherst. I really like this stuff.”
As they lay there, Melissa thought about how lucky she was to have found the man she loved. He was kind, funny, and intelligent, and he made her feel like the most special woman in the world. She knew that they would be together forever, and that thought filled her with joy.
He pointed out Cassiopeia next.
“She’s Andromeda’s mother. See those five bright stars in the shape of a ‘W’?”
Melissa nodded, and pouted. “Doesn’t Cassio…uh…”
“Cassiopeia?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t that start with a ‘C’? Or, like, a ‘K’?”
“Uh…it doesn’t work that way,” he said, reminding himself who he was talking to. “The constellation was named after Andromeda’s vain queen mother, who dared to compare herself and her daughter to the gods. They weren’t amused, and they punished Cassiopeia by putting her up in the night sky. See?” he pointed out, “Can you imagine her chained to a throne up there?”
Despite Jay’s obvious mansplaining and the fact that that ‘W’ definitely did not look like a chained-up queen, Melissa was nonetheless impressed by his storytelling. To him, the heavens were miraculous. She hadn’t known this about Jay, before tonight, how he felt about astrology. Or had he said astronomy? Whatever. She could tell that the night sky, with its myriad of stars and patterns of constellations, gave him a sense of peace and belonging to something huge, and to him that was a comforting thought. But, to her the stars made everything else feel smaller, and herself less significant in the grand scheme of things. I don’t know if I like that.
He was going on and on about how beautiful they were, the stars, about how they were some celestial ‘miracle’. She on the other hand began thinking about him, and about their future. Strange ideas began to coalesce in her head. Well I guess I have to get more beautiful than the heavens, she thought, so he wants to look only at me.
Beside her, on her right, she felt him shiver. But he kept talking about the g-damn stars and he doesn’t even know he’s cold.
She sat up a bit and rotated at the hips, turning towards him. Her right hand propped her up, while the other hand took his wine - a stemless glass so it wouldn't spill as easily - off his chest where he’d held it balanced. His eyes, of course, shifted from the stars to her and he watched as she began to slowly unzip her sweatshirt. She took her time revealing the bodice of her white dress and all the cleavage underneath her modest hoodie. She leaned over him, slowly putting his wineglass on his far side. Effectively, she blotted out his view of the sky, so he could no longer see the stars. He could see only her. I think they call this an eclipse.
“Now, do you want to tell me about the dream you had?” she asked.
She watched his mind stop, and then start again. For her, there was enough light so she could read every little twitch on his face as he was brought back to remember the dream-thing.
“H-how did you know..?” he asked, suddenly confused.
“Call it…” she began, now placing her left hand down on the ground next to his right shoulder, planting it there and her massive breasts right above his face, “...women’s intuition.” She smirked, seeing how his attention was now one hundred percent focused on her. There you go, there are some heavenly bodies. Despite her distraction, she could tell that he was now more anxious, more freaked out, feeling more afraid having the events of the day rekindled. Even with the beautiful night and now the jaw-dropping scenery, he was having thoughts. Too many thoughts, sweetie, just speak. Tell mama your troubles. She could, of course, let herself flow. She could override his anxieties with her perfumes, loosen his tongue, maybe get him horny and placate him and then put him to bed. It was hard to get him to open up on his own; pheromones could make it easy. But she knew she should maybe try it the old fashioned way…talking.
She knew the dream hadn't been normal. There was something off about it, something crafty. Brianna and Sammi had worked with it, but she could tell there was more to it and she wanted to find out what it was, where it really came from, and the only way to do that was to let him talk.
To Melissa he began to describe the dream he had earlier today, when he’d passed out from the shock of finding his apartment ransacked. “It was a good dream, I was in control, I felt healthy and good,” he explained, after describing how he’d lifted the vending machine off of…who was that again? “I was…everyone was…back to, like, normal, I guess.”
“Mmmm, okay….” Melissa purred. She took the moment to lift her left hand, brush a lock of hair behind his ear. He was, basically, speaking right up into her breasts. Each of them was quite a bit bigger than his head. ”Like you were back to being the boss, huh? Really in charge?” she asked, “What’s that feel like to think about now, hm Jay?”
That brought him pause. Under the hovering mass of her bosom he pictured being taller again, the girls all back to their normal heights. He imagined being able to march out of his office and tell them the way things were going to be like it was, early in his dream.
His stomach turned.
“It makes me feel weird.” Did he just say that out loud?
In her mighty chest, Melissa’s heart swelled. Rather than laugh, sigh, or drop down to lovingly smother the life out of her precious little lover-man, she pressed on. “So, what happened in the dream next?” she asked. Below her, she felt his mind squirm, looking for an out. His stammering started, and he became even more evasive as he remembered what happened after Others had taken the reins of his half-conscious state. “Then,” she heard him say, “it turned into a nightmare.”
It distressed him, obviously, to recount what happened, but he did his best. Unlike most dreams, where images and feelings disappear almost immediately upon awakening, this one had stuck with him. He was able to describe how he felt surrounded, the crackling alarm of the radio, and how he had shrunk. Shrunk shrunk shrunk while…uh…
“While what, honey?” she asked.
While shrinking up to a tiny cretin on your ass, while your friends watched.
She could tell how embarrassed he was, how ashamed he was. She would spare him the indignity of making him speak more about it. What she could see roiling around in that adorable little head of his, though imperfect, told her all that she needed to know. In the meantime he was shivering below her and she wanted nothing more than to just make him warm. ”Well, that was the dream, sweetie, and this is now,” she assured him, allowing the first zephyrs of perfume to waft from her chest, “But tell me…what else is bothering you?”
Oh my god, where to start. With a sigh - and a deep breath - he began to list his litany of stresses, past the nightmare, past the apartment. There was seeing Sheryl, there was whatever happened this weekend, and of course there was his health. He was still fucking shrinking.
She could feel his unease, how emasculated he felt admitting it to her again. She tried her best not to let it excite her too much, because it made her feel a little bad. But she couldn’t help but explore this just a little, this growing size difference between the two of them and what it was doing to his psyche. ”Does me getting taller freak you out too?”
Sparks and jitters, between them both. Unconsciously she was letting her body lower itself, her shapely torso approaching his face. The open sides of her hoodie draped on either side of his head, closing him in. She expected him to start to fuss, to bleat out his complaints, to voice what she suspected any man would who found their girlfriend towering nearly two feet taller than them.
“Y-you getting taller? Freak me out?” he repeated, breathing in the warmth from her bosom, allowing its comforting air to start to cradle him, “n-n-no…” He paused. “I kinda like it.”
OOOooooo
She couldn’t help it, that excited her. A new wave of pheromones flowed off her chest and she inched in closer to him.
”H-how about the other girls?” she asked, hearing the arousal in her own voice, “Have you seen how much they’re growing?” Purposefully, she drew a deep breath, so that her expansive swath of cleavage now bulged and burgeoned and all but utterly burst in front of him. She knew that she was all he could see, that even in the dark she filled his world. Fuck the stars, she thought, look at me. “Growing…”
“a-a-are they?” he stammered, and his mind was racing. He was anxious, now, the blur of a weekend rising in its pink, murky haze, women swelling inside of it, just beyond the reach of his vision. What was going on? What was wrong with his head?!?
She knew what he was thinking. He was thinking he needed to see a therapist.
“Honey, baby,” she purred, “I’m going to get you some help. We’ll have our own therapist, a whole team of them, in the new wing. We’re going to get you the best therapy in the world…” Her nipples were hardening.
“O-okay…”
“I told you we have an appointment all set up for us,” she said, beginning to get breathless, imagining it all, knowing what they were going to be able to do together, “we’re going to help you regress, regress…”
“Oh my god, Melissa…” he groaned, suddenly sounding overcome..
Haha I didn’t even realize my hand was down there.
“...it’ll be so good for you…”
Might as well stroke him. She’d undid the tie for his scrubs, her hand was in his pants.
“...we’re going to get rid of allll that stress…”
Oh god he’s so hard for me. Jesus…
“…get you some regression therapy.”
She could no longer help herself, she needed to do this. Smoothly, swiftly, Melissa sat all the way up. She’d reached under his thin body and spun him towards her. His head and his shoulders were on her lap. There we go, that’s better.
“In the meantime you’re gonna get some me therapy,” she said remembering her talks with Shanette. Her hand reached to gather the thin blanket that had been underneath him and was still underneath her and his lower body. She wrapped it around him, using it to bundle him to herself, while at the same time lowering the neckline of her dress below her left breast, and pulling her breast out of her bra. “Here you go, here you go sweetie, you remember this,” she breathed, arousal making her voice more husky, deeper, “boob therapy, nipple sucking, dry nursing…let me make you feel better.”
She felt him, below the wrap of the thin blanket, balk at the idea of dry nursing. He was irritable and just shocked and a bit resistant because of his silly pride. But she knew it wouldn’t take much.
“It’s just you and me here…” she whispered to him, to the little papoose of a man she held in her arms. She swaddled him to her more tightly, allowing the full heavy flesh of her breast to squash against his little face. “I know you’re nervous, I know you don’t know how this can help…” she purred, “...but you might be forgetting how endowed I am.”
At that, she leaned down into him, gathered her shoulders around him. Under the blanket, his entire world must now be boob. She let her warmth flow over him, let her perfumes cradle him and become his oxygen. She was all he needed, she knew that. “More nipple sucking,” she said, “I want more nipple sucking.”
She cooed, she moaned and shivered when she felt, from under the blanket, his mouth come around her and begin to suck. Just a few sucks at first, but then he repositioned and really latched on. Oh my god, Jay, yes. Yes yes yes little man, suck on mommy. He began to dry-nurse in earnest.
Suddenly, she began to silently curse her clothes, and she utterly despised his. They should be naked, out here, the two of them in the night. She considered ripping his from him, and flexing herself so maybe she could burst right from her own. But no, the moment was gentle, she could have him this way. Her hand went back down into his pants, and their cuddling progressed. They were quiet, for a while, he just suckling on her, the two of them just happy and content to be this close. In her mind, she began seeing the picture being painted, a portrait of what life could be like for them. She’ll keep him home safe and happy and healthy while she helps build the great big new world around him. He’ll have no worries, no responsibilities. It’ll be his purpose to be drowned in pleasure.
At some point, he came in her hand. He soiled his pants. At another point, he came again. He napped, she thought, for a short time, only to awake and start suckling again. She cooed and clucked and told him what a good boy he was, over and over and over again. She looked up, after a time, to see that clouds had moved in. Oh, all your pretty little stars are gone. It was like they had retreated, in deference to her. I guess I’m your whole universe now. She giggled, and snuggled him tighter.
In her comforts, he’d began to drift. She knew he was tiring, and that he should really sleep, for real.
“Oh, sweetie, Jay darling, it’s getting late…” she said, pride swelling at the motherly tone she heard in her own voice, “maybe we should get you home. You wanted to go home, right?”
From below the blanket, from at her breast, she heard only a whine. His body tensed, a bit, in her arms.
She smiled.
“What? What’s that?” she asked, a wry curl now coming to her lips, her dimples, “I couldn’t hear you honey.”
More whining, from him, a mewl and whimper.
She kept herself from laughing. You’re too adorable. “Aw, you don’t want to go home tonight, do you?” she asked.
At her breast, nipple still in his mouth, he shook his head.
“No, you don’t, I didn’t think so,” she purred, “That’s okay sweetie, you can stay with me. I’m all the therapy you need. It’s been hard, so hard for you. I just want to make you feel better.”
Immediately, he was relaxing. And at that, she allowed herself another giggle.
“Are you excited to come to bed with mama tonight?” she asked.
More movement, his head at her breast, nodding. Yes.
Oh my god she could almost hear it. She could almost really hear it: yes mommy.
“Good, good boy,” she purred, petting him through the blanket, “And what do you want to do with mama tonight, hm? What do you want to do together?”
To that, to her question, he just murmured, and burrowed further into her breast, suckling, nuzzling. But, this time, she could hear his thoughts, clear as day his answer, a single word:
this.
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thanks once more to RiF for editing, inspiration and contribution to this one, along with brother Ankle4u for the base image in the IG Stargazing thingy.
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ghost au
Again shoutout to this post
For now im skipping 🔴👁️ hyde and 🟢👁️ jekyll since theres more info on it
Theres also another ghost au by @/bansheeoftheforest ^^ dont remember that much about it from discord except the fact that jekyll is a singular ghost there, since its been a long time. But if anyone's interested you can check it out too, i think theres also a fanfic on it.
Anyway! Heres a VERY old drawing (like, 2021 probably) i had to edit it bc the quality is dogshit.
So yeah its pretty old i dont remember much but here we go In this au, i didnt really made a particular reason for their/his death, either something like accidental poisoning, murder or just soul leaving the body as its in a coma state.
Rachel and Robert notice that Jekyll is missing, and at the same time weird things happenning in Society of Mad Scientists. Like is there was a ghost or perhaps a poltergeist.?
So of course, they go to Maijabi, the only person in Society who specialises on that kind of thing
He investigates, and does notice that there is infact a new ghost in society. He only needs for it/them to cooparate. He does something like a summoning ritual, and gives Rachel and Robert mixture that would let them see this ghost.
(new addition ) Meanwhile ghost Henry dosent want to show up, but Edward does. He wants to come in contact with Rachel . They summon them, and as they see that it's Jekyll, they are in shock, but its only the start, as ghost turns around they notice Hyde. And at this point they are stunned and dont know what to say, is this real? Are they dead? Why? And most importantly, why the hell they are connected into one?
I remember also imagining j&h ghost being kinda zomby like for some reason, like when R, L, and M summon them i imagined them saying something like:
Я ø b ë r t ЯR æ ç h ê l
As they try to reach their shocked friends. (Ooo body horror too 👻)
The first summoning ends, and Rachel and Robert dont know how to process what they have just witnessed.
Maijabi is also stunned, he remarks he has never seen anything like that before
R and L dont understand how that could be explained, Robert is especially in denial. As they calm down a little with a cup of tea, Maijabi tries to explain what he thinks about this, but the main conclusion is that Jekyll and Hyde are dead (duh XD) and thats not some sort of illusion. He knows an actual ghost when he sees one. Lanyon and Rachel cant believe it, their precious friend is dead, for Rachel its even worse because Hyde is also.
On the second summoning Maijabi finally gets to examine this strange case. His conclusion from this time, is that its not two souls tied together, but instead one soul split in two, and yet, not fully.
(new addition) And then its most likely Hyde is the one to tell the truth, Jekyll is so stubborn he wouldn't tell it even when hes dead.
Now that i think about it, i recall they are all goopy and zomby like because their soul is literally falling apart (since its already split).
The ending, as i recall, was something like Jekyll finally accepting himself, and his soul becoming one again, by that they fuse and Jekyll becomes fully himself again, and finding peace. And Lanyon, Rachel and lodgers as they find out of course – mourning.
(New addition) but if his body was in a coma state, after fusing, he would wake up, but finally fully himself again(could be an alternative ending if them fully dying is too sad ^^).
Thats it with the au , but on topic, of back then and still i believe that before drinking the amongus potion™ back in University, and basically his whole life he was fully himself, except for the fact he had a facade, but after drinking the potion, at first it was still his self, but with time they sapatated more and more. Now rarely able to control each other (red eyed hyde and green eyed jekyll), they can only watch and feel physical sences of the other half while they are in control.
Well, at least thats from my logical standpoint, but in general despite that, i still see them as sapatate, for example i really like Hyde but kinda neutral towards Jekyll, not negative, just don't like him just as much even tho they're the same person.
#the glass scientists#the glass scientists au#tgs jekyll#tgs hyde#tgs au#long text#tgs#tw body horror
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20 questions for fic writers!
Ooo, this look fun! Thanks for the tags, @lumosatnight (x) and @anaxandria-writes (x) !
This is going to be interesting since I've only started writing again a few years ago, so I'll do what I can to make this writing-centric. This is also probably going to be rambly AF, so you've been warned. And onwards!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
118 (39 are fics, and the rest is all art). That number will change because it's spooky season, and there are definitely some fun things being posted for that very soon.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
91,266, but if you exclude a couple of collabs where I only provided art, then it's down to 68,276. I have a few works that are hidden and haven't been "officially" released yet because these are the WIP text fics I've talked about before, and they need more TLC!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Harry Potter (31)
Teen Wolf (8)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Little did I know [HP: Perciver, T, 2.5k]
There's a guiding light [HP: Perciver, G, 1.5k]
Love me like that [HP: Perciver, T, 2.5k]
Help Me Out [TW: Sterek, E, 3.3k]
It's Enough For Now [TW: Sterek, G, 300 words w/ art]
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
You know what's funny? I had to take a break from answering for quite a while, and I just started replying back to comments to most recent works yesterday. So, progress!
I really do want to show some appreciation to folks who have read and viewed my work, especially across multiple fandoms and ships over the last couple of months. The multi-fandom life is a tricky one to balance, but I'm hoping I can reply to a batch here or there when I have a chance to eventually get caught up with the backlog.
If I haven't replied back yet, please note that I have read your lovely comment, but I just haven't had a chance to string together some words to say thank you! I cherish each and every comment I get, especially if I've made someone smile or their day a little brighter with my creations.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I've actually been in a whumpy phase lately, but I posted up The Walls Came Crashing Down (TW: Sterek, T, 4,242 words) maybe a couple of weeks ago because it's a Bloody Mary fic, and there was a near-death experience included. There's also so many terrible feels, crying and trauma after that happens. It's hopeful but yeah.
I've been wanting make something like this for a long time, so I'm glad I finally did because it was such a fun and challenging fic to write (while keeping it at that exact word count :P).
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Navy and Gold (HP: Perciver, G, 900 words) for Cruel Summer Fic fest, because I was given a song that had a lot of fluffy family vibes, and that's usually what I don't write? But I turned it into a wedding ficlet, and I think I surprised myself because it came out really well. Especially in such few words!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've gotten some weird comments on both fic and art. More of the kind where someone wanted or expected a certain thing, or they were questioning that something was missing. Anyway, some friends have defended my honour or else tell me that those commenters weren't worth it, so I'm glad to have that kind of support!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Once upon a time I did not write PWPs. Ever since I came out of writing hibernation, PWPs have definitely slipped in. That's how I actually started writing more when I challenged myself to write drabbles for a smut workshop for Kinkuary. Now, I love writing sexy and kinky microfics and drabbles because they're short, quick and punchy. I've recently graduated to writing a couple of one shots (and heyyy, I'm actually working on a couple for Kinktober as we speak ;D).
Kinkuary and Kinktober are usually my inspirations to get things written out anyway, but I'm open to other challenges too. There's a reason why A Study in Kink exists as an HP fic and art series. At this rate, I may need to make a new series for Sterek Sexy Stories. The amount of Sterek smut ideas I have kicking around in WIPs rn is kinda insane. But also, porn with feelings. <333
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Not in the traditional sense. The most I've done is add in fandom references into a fic. So for Teen Wolf, I've been adding in little elements from Supernatural, especially if I want to bring a certain type of lore or big bad into the scene. But that's it.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Thankfully, I haven't. Then again, I've only written short things these past few years (and I'm more concerned about art theft, considering how much of my art is out in the world).
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, I have not!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, I have! @crazybutgood and I got to know each other when we were paired up last year for the Owlery Exchange: To Days to Come and wrote I Just Want You To Know (Drarry, T, 3.5k) together. Epistolary fics are awesome btw!
My Harry had a lot of fun bantering and bonding with her Draco, and I love how we didn't even know we were writing to each other until partners were revealed, and it was time for betaing and editing. That's how we became fast friends, which was totally meant to be! :D
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
That's just...I like a lot of ships, okay? I'm a multi-shipper and a multi-fandomer, so that's a tough question!! Hang on tight...this is going to be a long ass explanation.
I'm not going to rank them, but I'll list three ships that have impacted my life in a huge way.
I'll start with Sterek, because I've only gotten to know them for a little over a year. But Sterek was a blessing to discover at such a shitty time. Literally one year ago, I felt burnt out, like I was losing my muse, and I was recovering from COVID. Everything in RL kind of sucked. But when I got curious and started reading Sterek fics late one night, I was sold.
Sterek helped me pause and get to know myself again as a creator, reader and a human. I really needed that, so the timing couldn't have been any better. I latched on to Sterek quickly and tightly because I see some of Stiles' and Derek's traits in me. They're also complicated and deserve Nice Things, and I can relate so, so much. That's why it's been easy to make art and fic for them. Their potential is endless because Sterek made my love for supernatural and spooky things deeper. Every time I write or draw for them, I can do it with ease and clarity. Everything just comes together and works. And it's so satisfying!
Perciver is a rare pair I owe so much to. They're the ship that gave me the confidence to write again and they changed the way I currently draw. I think drawing Percy and Oliver helped me understand them as characters, and that translated into writing because I already had visuals. I know them in and out, and I made the fic series, Where do we go from here? because I believed in them.
I wanted to share stories that haven't been told yet, but I wanted them to be real. And the fact I've figured out how to bring Perciver to life through art and fic has an amazing journey. They've given me the practice I needed to improve my crafts. It's because of Perciver that I've become a better artist and writer because I finally found my groove. And gosh, it's nice to have a well-established style. I will love these boys forever because they may be opposites but gods, do they go so well together. They get each other, they're each other's rocks, and it's beautiful.
Of course, Drarry was my first ship I fell in love with. I still love them to pieces, and it's because of these two that I learned how to write and draw in the first place. I've been able to make some amazing friendships with other folks because of these two, and I cherish that a lot.
Also, Drarry was why I entered fandom and the fest scene, and why I've stuck around for so long. What the creators in this community have made year after year is immaculate. And all the fics I've binged over the years got me through some of the hardest times of my life, especially when I was dealing with family issues, school and just growing up. I cannot imagine what life would have been like without Drarry, tbh.
I think of Drarry as two sides of the same coin, and their banter and their snark and their complexities make it so they learn to understand each other. It's inevitable why they're drawn and will always be drawn to each other.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't want to say never, but more like when. I've mentioned way back in other posts that there are 2 text fics WIPs that have been kicking around, but since I have sooo much I need to rewrite and recode for each one, I have no idea when I'll have time?
One of them is slotted to be a 50k Sterek fic with texting, IG messages and a scrolling playlist and I have half of it written out. Let me tell ya, coding alone takes more time than the writing.
The other fic is a sequel to the above fic and has holidays vibes, and it still has the same coding setup, so yeah. I'll figure it out one day, I guess.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue is my fav and something I write out first because it shapes how the fic will read. It's how I develop voices, snark, banter and whatever else, and then I'll fill in the gaps with narrative, description and all that jazz. That's also how I end up getting the best ideas. The dialogue ends being my prompt to move the story along.
I'm also a thorough researcher and like to check my facts before writing in little details. Just so I can have some perspective and so I have an idea how I want to explain something from a character's PoV. Also, it's super helpful to drop in little Easter eggs to shape things up and give a scene some context. Facts are fun. And I'm a nerd, but we all knew that. XD
I've definitely gotten way better at showing vs. telling once I started writing again. I try to go for smooth or punchy if I can. It comes down to a lot of things like dialogue, selecting certain verbs and descriptors to explain a person's narrative (like what's going on in their mind), how those thoughts are broken up in multiple sentences and how those are punctuated.
Those are the things that create beats and rhythms that keep the story going. And since I'm creative who also loves music and dancing, I'm all for that. I actually think I'm wired to think this way, so that's not a bad thing!
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Extensive world building and making big plots that need a lot of ends tied up. I used to write longer fics that had all of this, and while I still have copies of these (not published on AO3 for reasons), they're not strong. Rereading things now, these stories could use improvements. It's easy to try to jam everything in one go, but that needs to be done strategically. And you know, sometime less is more.
I also don't have a lot of patience to go crazy with intricate outlines (since I'm more of a pantser than a planner), and I've found that writing something that's super detailed ends up boxing me into a corner or else it's like dragging teeth to finish the thing.
I think this is definitely related to my writing style having changed over time, which is not a bad thing! I just can't write like that anymore.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Yessss. I've done that with Love me like that! I also happen to know Scottish Gaelic, so I was able to drop words in pretty easily.
I love the cultural sense another language adds to a fic because it shows more dimensions than just describing what someone looks like, where they're from, etc.
I also like using a few words vs a long sentence. Names, or little sayings that hint at traditions or history are just nice touches. So if I do know a language and I know I can add in some words in correctly, I most certainly will!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter, specifically for Drarry (all of my older stuff is on LJ)
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Probably Feel You Breathing [TW: Sterek, E, 8.4k] because it was my 3rd attempt in writing a text fic, which ended up being a success. It's 100% texting, something I totally made for myself, but I'm really proud of it because I had a chance to write from alternating PoVs. Also, this somehow turned into porn with plot and feelings and had some minor world building included based on texts alone. I didn't think I could accomplish that, but I did!
Tagging (no pressure, this is just for funsies): @danpuff-ao3, @phdmama, @outtoshatter, @thistlecatfics, @phoebe-delia, @nanneramma, @theheadgirl, @raisesomehale, @thotpuppy, @bleepbloopbotz, @quackquackcey and anyone who wants to do this!
#asked and answered#sterek#perciver#drarry#tag game#20 questions for fic writers#ask meme#fanfic#writing#about me
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1, 5, 8, 13, 15, 16, 20, 29, 33, 34, 40, 44, 48, 52, 58, 64, 71, 90, and 93 for the ask game ‼️‼️
Ooo, thankies for sending! Alright, let's go:
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
Hm! I guess I'd say... coffee mugs. But I never use them for coffee, just milk for dipping oreos in (via fork of course). Never had coffee. Grew up with Mormon parents and they ain't about that. Honestly think that's one of the biggest blessings of that unhappy upbringing: I never got addicted.
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
Glass! Hands down. Didn't drink soda of any kind as a kid, and plastic cups don't retain the cold or heat from drinks. Feels weird. And anything (especially milk) in a chilled glass (as in left in the fridge for a while before drinking) is just really Nice.
8. movies or tv shows?
Ooo, now this is a tough one! I like both, some movies are my favorite pieces of media (like Arashi no Yoru Ni subbed version not dubbed the dub intentionally literally tried to hide that it's a gay love story, biggest comfort movie for me), but I prefer TV shows in general. I like getting immersed in long stories, getting to know the characters and setting and seeing them evolve for hour upon hour. It's hard for a movie to give its story enough time to breathe. TV shows have issues with never knowing when to end (capitalism driving them forward long after a satisfying ending could happen, or canceling them before there is any ending at all), but movies do that too.
13. lanyard or key ring?
Key ring~! Never owned a lanyard, I think?
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?
Um. Hm. That's... challenging. Because I have severe memory issues. I guess that honor goes (largely by default) to Dante's Inferno. I found it fascinating, historically and conceptually speaking.
16. most comfortable position to sit in?
Any position I can put my legs up! They do not like being on the floor!! I will legit stretch my legs to a different couch across from the one I'm on just to put my feet up, without realizing it!!!
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
On my desktop! Got over 200k stored on here now (after many years of not even a single paragraph), and damn does it feel nice to accomplish something~!
29. best way to bond with you?
Oh! Um, hm. Little embarrassed to say this, because it's super niche and not all my lovelies (I find the phrase "loved ones" so mechanical, I use the term "lovelies" instead) do it, and I feel selfish saying it! But I think the best way to bond with me is to talk shop creatively. Brainstorm ideas, read rough drafts, swap brainrot. I made all my friends through shared interests, but my beautiful beta readers have a special place in my heart (shoutout to those of ya still on tumblr!). That is not to say I do not strongly bond with people purely through shared interests, though! I do! Most of my lovelies are not beta readers. It's just that writing, and my writing being read, makes me happier than anything else - I do my best to reciprocate though, because to do otherwise would make me a jackass!
33. most used phrase in your phone?
I barely use my phone, because I'm a homebody who only leaves for groceries! I think it's "so sorry for the inconvenience" because I have to cancel appointments a lot. My life is one long comedy of chicanery and shenanigans, and things keep! Coming! Up!
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?
Very first thought was the fucking "WEEEEE" pig in those Geico commercials, because my dad loved those, it will never leave my brain, nooo- no modern ones, haven't seen an ad in ages thanks to adblockers, the last straw was ads for that really ableist Shyamalan horror movie about the escaped elderly mental patients and i just couldn't take it anymore.
40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?
Another challenging one due to my massive memory problems! I racked my brain for over an hour on this one (first thing that sprang to mind could be identifying information about which school I went to, second thing that came to mind was just Tragedy), but finally remembered something: one day in the locker room somebody stuck a shoe in my lunch box. A fucking shoe. I do not remember the rest of the details, or if I ever figured out why someone stashed a grey laceless sneaker in my lunch box! I was too confused to even be bothered by what I think was a bullying attempt, to be perfectly honest!
44. favorite scent for soap?
Now this is challenging because of a different problem: most days I do not have a sense of smell, due to a childhood injury to my face! So every soap scent is basically the same to me, except on the rare days my nose works. I guess if I could make my own, cinnamon would be lovely. Or cotton candy. Or granny smith apples. Or rosewater. Hm. I guess every nice scent is my favorite, since I get to experience them so seldomly.
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?
Tempted to make a lewd joke by saying peach or pear, buuut if I were to answer honestly... I think I see myself as an apple: thin skinned with a core nobody should eat. My friends tell me otherwise, and I'm starting to come around to their positive affirmations, but self hatred is a habit that digs deep and dies hard.
52. favorite font?
Never really perused fonts! I guess Verdana, since I find it the easiest to read. All my writing documents are in Verdana. If I could get away with a font that was composed of kickass logo letters (such as from, say, Kingdom Hearts) tho, I would!
58. four talents you’re proud of having?
I didn't see this one in the ask game, and now I feel a little bad I didn't ask you this one! T.T Um! First and foremost: I am proud of my ability to judge people's character. Always have been. I am not perfect, I've made some bad calls, but in general I am pretty good at telling if someone is a good person after getting to know them for a while. Sniffed out some backstabbing bastards and secret creeps before the people around me could before, multiple times. Second: I'm good emotional support. I'm proud of how I can help people out of really deep psychological pits. It's sometimes a huge problem, though, because my lovelies come to me for their problems all the time and being everyone's shoulder to cry on 24/7 can drive you crazy. It did drive me crazy! But I've gotten better at saying "I'm too overwhelmed to help right now, if I try we'll both be wrecks" and they've gotten better at going to other people more often, so, progress. Still there for folks, just can't do it as much as I used to. Third: I'm proud of my writing lately. Took me so many years to get to this point, but I feel so damn good about what I'm making. Fourth: fuckin uhhhh I guess my skill at shooters, I used to be a crack shot at Halo (covenant carbine, my beloved) back in high school and these days I'm kinda good at Splatoon (dualie main, giving chargers a try tho and I'm half decent at it).
64. favorite website from your childhood?
Fanfiction.net! Hands down! It's where I met my first circle of friends. It's where I first joined a fandom. I loved the stories there. Sad I'll probably never find some of them again, though.
71. least favorite pattern?
I mean the Iron Rule of Oligarchy sure is a drag. Joking, joking, I know this is referring to aesthetics. There is this ungodly pattern of wallpaper I've seen that's a yellow-beige background and has scattered American Revolutionary War period imagery. It's ugly as anything and I hate(d) it.
90. luckiest mistake?
Honestly? Joining Fanfiction.net. It's where I met my first circle of friends. Not all of them were good people. Some were very bad influences, actually. Things happened that hurt. But I survived. And the ones that were good people have remained my dearest lovelies for many years. Love them with all my heart.
93. nicknames?
All my lovelies call me Birb unironically, and anyone who reads this is welcome to as well~!
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STAR TREK: ENTERPRISE S4E22
"These Are The Voyages"
Enclosed is my very reception to the Finale.
My final words are found at the end of this post.
im shaking im yhelling
the title of the episode-
oh my god this is their final curtain
oh my god
RIKER EXCUSE ME
YOU CANT JUST DO THAT
SIR
TNG
AAAAAAAA
ITS THE LAST TIME ILL HEAR THIS OP
NOOOOOOO
ITS BEEN A LONG ROAD
FUCK
TO GET FROM THERE TO HERE
I GOT FAITH
I GOTTTTT FAAAIIIIIIITHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
INTOOOO THEEEEE HEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTT
TNG ENTERPRISE
OH MY GOD SEEING UPDATED GRAPHICAL TNG ENTPERISE
OH MY GOD THE LUNCHROOM
DEANNAAAAA
oh my god i missed riker's smile
that fucking SMILE IN HIS EYES THOUGH
oh my god these uniforms
this TREE of a fucking man
oh my god
oh my god whip lash between ENT and TNG
this hurts me
oh my god… this hurts me , how old this makes me impossibly feel
its playing with my heart so much
oh fuck me
im cr;yinggggggggg
imi fuckign CRYINGGG
and its oknly been like 5 MINUTES into the episode
im gonna miss you shran
this is so weird to see TNG and ENT uniforms simultanously
man this is so
ENT grew a little in classic presentational style trek has done literally since TNG
but it still feels veryyyy TNG
much like how DS9 and VOY all also felt very TNG in film feel
and reminds me of just how far into the past this show took place…
archer thinks there will be another enterprise…
it wont be the same?
no
we will remember each and every enterprise.
each
and
every
one of them
… TUCKER…..
NO.
YOU DID NOT JUST
SAY THAT
TROI.
NO
WHAT THE FUCK DID YALL DO TO TRIP.
NO….
archer is cute? he is
hes a big swimming retriever.
man something is so sad about this episode - how they are now a virtual museum artifact of the past…
t'pol talks and moving and expressing so not vulcan-like
proves how much she has changed and grown as a vulcan
its so.. wow.
she talks so dynamically.
trip.
trip dont say that…
papa shran huh
weyoun always and forever…
… dont … dont tell me shran goes like this….
ooo nice teamwork with ENT crew
and then theres Riker XD
SAVE HIM ARCHER
GET HIM
no…
im so nervous
im so nervous about the aftermath of the ENT crew…
shran being nice is odd XD
DATAAAAAAA
DAAATTAAAAAAAAAAAA
I MISISSSEDDD YOUUU
trip is nice tho i wont lie
i like this cooking montage
but also
this is the first time we see the chef…
you cant tell me that riker was the … damn chef the whole time …..
why… why did something have to happen to trip….
oh my god trip's desperation to save his captain… his best friend….
god the panic in trip…
this long haired villain has a very expressive voice and fitting voice
his expressions are so good
….. ……………………….
trip……
………… trip…………….
…………………………………….. tucker………………………………….
………….. tucker please………………..
….
.. archer's white collar and the braids of his cuffs…
phlox's fucking smile.
the first of him.
and the last of him.
HUGGGYYYYYYYYYY
GASP A HUGGGGGGG
oh my goddd..
stoppp it doesnt make not crying any easier
jumpsuit speech…
OH M;Y GOD ITS THE STAR TREK TOS THEEMEMEEEE
OH M;Y GOD
THE ENDING MONOLGOGUEEE
THE WAY THEY DID ITTT
HO M;;Y GOID
THE WAYYYY THEY DID THAT OH M;Y GOD
THE THREE ERAS THE VOICES THE THREE ENTERPRISES
OH M;Y BKHUGOCDU4EA4U8HG05 JHHP---
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The tears just … came.
seeing all that it was….
hearing all that it was…
the past was greeting us into the future it made for us all to cherish.
short as it may have been -
for what it gave,
and aside from its tragedy, justified or not,
for all that is was and all that came after -
this was a beautiful ending.
I love this series.
Star Trek: Enterprise is a beautiful addition to the Star Trek family.
out of all the classic star trek series, with TOS at the base, Star Trek: Enterprise has earned its place as my second favourite classic Star Trek series.
It has made its mark.
And a mark I will not ever forget.
Quick as the finale may have been - it left me with implications and feelings of overwhelming love.
And when I thought it not possible -
I love Star Trek.
Even more.
And through these yet unending tears I say -
Thank you for what you have given us and for allowing us to follow along on even a part of your legendary unprecedented journey; among the stars; among our most faithful hearts who believe and will take us wherever it takes us - from there to here.
Farewell, Star Trek: Enterprise.
#thank you for everything#i will never forget#ever#star trek#star trek enterprise#enterprise#thoughts#reaction#text#almalvo#Jonathan Archer#T'Pol#Phlox#Malcolm Reed#Travis Mayweather#Porthos#Hoshi Sato#Charles “Trip” Tucker III#It's been a long road.
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hello im going on anon b/c anxiety but i have a theory/observation thing to share.
okay so today (at least where i live) is Friday the 13th and that feels like some spooky stuff and MCR might get back on their witchy bullshit and post something – honestly tho idk what they would post b/c they prolly wanna do more lead-up
ok but the real thing i wanted to say was BRIAN FUCKING SCHECTER's (ooo yay bad spelling go brr) TWITTER. ok so he posted some real cryptic shit that I gotta tell u about (idk who else to scream too)
okay so the first thing he posted is "such a nice day..." which is weird because he literally hasn't tweeted since 2013-ish? also i wouldn't be able to tell because HE DELETED ALL OF HIS OLDER TWEETS
the FIRST thing is that the MCR band name/logo is BACKWARDS on the album cover , and Brian tweeted this weird keysmash: sidnuces dcv
so I was listening to My Chemical Fancast (amazing fucking podcast) and they were talking about Brian's twitter, and how MCR is obsessed with latin + stuff now, so i plugged his tweet into latin--> english google translate
that didn't come up with anything, so i REVERSED it and plugged it into google translate and got this: vcd secundis, which means vcd seconds (according to google)
so THEN,,, I went and did some roman numeral bullshit and i think the vcd means 5,400. so basically his weird tweed COULD mean 5,400 seconds, which is 1.5 hours and THEN 1.5 hours after his tweet after that Foundations dropped. so I have a feeling Brian knows a lot and will probably keep being a cryptic motherfucker. so idk. watch out for Brian cuz he tweeted AGAIN, basically just a "good morning" but idk. maybe I'm reading a lot into it,, but the way his twitter presence sparked back up CANNOT be a coincidence. i am also fully prepared to lose my fucking mind today. anyway thx for letting me lose my absolute shit in your ask box. bye.
omg im late but you put so much into this that i wanted to respond
as far as i know he also tweeted, after the one you're talking about, '5400 seconds for the record' which was tweeted at 130pm pst before the 3pm song drop. 5400 seconds is 1.5 hours like you said. he deleted it later and clarified that 'for the record' was like. '5400 seconds, for the record' not like. and hour and a half long album. he didnt want it to be misleading.
but yea, brian is back on for the reuniuon. so he doesn't just know a lot, he likely knows everything. including whether or not theres an album, and when it will drop if it does. considering his pre-song tweets i think we should definitely be keeping an eye on his twitter. ill probably put him on notifs.
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17, 18, 26 please!
OOO YOU ASKING THE DEEP STUFF. this is gonna be long, i apologize.
Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.
well, i have SO MANY WIPs lol but since this question asks about lore, i'll talk a little bit about what i have so far for my upcoming series "aftercare" (if you don't know it, check out this post). "aftercare" is gonna require A LOT of worldbuilding, but i bet a lot of what i'm planning won't explicitly come through in the fic itself. it's mostly for me to conceptualize the world to prevent plot holes and shit like that
i was actually considering a post dedicated to "aftercare" lore once i start the series, but idk if that's too geeky to do lol. i'd include some info about all the different supernatural creatures in the world, the most important being Humans, Seers, and Witches. there's structural stuff, like where humans and seers live is called "the mainland" and where witches and other creatures that are considered evil (demons, vampires, werewolves) live in "beyond". and how are soul's marks bestowed? i have an entire plan for how seers are qualified to bestow soul's marks and the oath they take that prevents them from lying about people's soulmates, etc. like i wanna make the entire thing feel very clinical, as if going to find your soulmate is treated almost like healthcare. idk it's hard to explain without giving anything away!!
then there's all the stuff about soulmates. like what happens when soulmates are in poly relationships? or if your soulmate dies before you find out they're your soulmate? what if they die after you've found each other? and then there's a whole section in my notes about "tainted marks" which are a secret you will learn about if you read the series in 2023 👀
Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
something from TFM 4 since i just posted it:
the city TFM takes place in is basically chicago just cuz there's where i live lollll and it's the biggest city i've ever lived in. i've always been compelled by big cities and how so many people can all coexist together, so cramped, and how we interact with people, cross paths with them without ever really knowing their full story. i wanted to use that to paint yoongi as this introverted, introspective person who thinks deeply about others and has this almost fantastical, romanticized idea of destiny, of people randomly finding each other in the wide universe
if you read the rest of the chapter, you'll see how that theme plays out 😌
How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?
lmfaooo i never get out. actually, it's more like my characters are in my head and i can't make them shut up. but i think 2 ways i love getting a feel for my characters is through music (so finding them a theme song or making a playlist of songs they'd like or remind me of them) and through memes hjkdfs like i fucking love collecting memes, character inspiration, other photos/concepts that remind me of characters. for example these inspo tags: himbo tae / ohts tae / tfm yoongi
ask me some weird writer questions 🥺👉🏽👈🏽
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Some quotes for you!
"No river runs among the dead cliffs / our story is written to its end"
"You no longer have time for anything but bitter tears"
"Let the broken hearts stand as the price you've gotta pay"
"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"
"And nobody smiled as we took back our own"
"But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime"
"No river runs among the dead cliffs / our story is written to its end"
Ooo I don't know who this would be about, but man I love the vibes! The story is about lovers who had to hide, and who are probably either immortal or then people who are long gone. Maybe it's written from the perspective of an archaeologist/treasure hunter who discovers the story in an old cavern where there used to be a river or something?
"You no longer have time for anything but bitter tears"
Okay so this is a story of feral murder child Astolfo from Vanitas no Carte. Actually I very well might use this for a story I'm planning about him, for after the Beast of Gévaudan arc when he's still healing from his injuries. He's having bad flashbacks to the time he lost his whole family to vampires, and, out of all people, it's Roland who's helping Astolfo through them. Because Roland was there and saw the carnage, because he knows how much Astolfo was hurt that night. Basically it's just fluff with major angst as Astolfo's letting himself be vulnerable for a bit. (I don't think he has much choice, after how injured he got at Gévaudan tho!)
"Let the broken hearts stand as the price you've gotta pay"
This makes me think of Garashir in a weird way. Post-canon, they somehow stumble into each other, and they're older and more bitter and their hearts are broken...until they realise that they can pick things up from where they left it. They can fix each other's broken hearts, live somewhere with no war, no evil. Just two men, mending their hearts and their garden, as well as some clothes and broken bones!
"It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive"
Okay so I got two ideas. Idea 1 is a reembodied elf in Valinor, grappling with the fact that they were dead, possibly killed others and then...they're alive again. Knowing me, it would probably be about Maeglin.
Idea 2 is about Vanitas no Carte, about Noé and Domi. They're all grown up, still missing Louis terribly. One evening, they talk about a lot of what-ifs (after Domi has found out that she and Louis are twins) and Domi says something along the lines of maybe it would have been better for Louis to live and Domi to have been the curse-bearer and Noé says that what the hell Domi, that he's happy that he's still got her at least. Like obviously he is sad about Louis but he would be just as sad about Domi if it had been her instead of him.
"And nobody smiled as we took back our own"
This gives me the vibes of the time after the Battle of the Last Alliance. Elrond is tending to the broken body of Gil-Galad and wondering what it even was that they were doing, if the victory even was a real one when so much had been lost either way.
"But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime"
After the end of 07-Ghost, Castor and Labrador having thoughts about things like breathing, feeling, and other things associated with living, something they hadn't thought they could do any more. They're human again and it feels all sorts of weird.
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hello! 18, 20, and 35 from the 'weird questions for writers' ask game, please
Ooo thank you so much, frond!!! xox
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.
Okay, so this is a moment fairly late in the fic I just posted, The Privilege of Being Yours (Drarry, ~21K, E).
Draco slicks himself up, and as he pushes in, Harry reaches out to the Forest, to Draco, to the sky and the earth and the light and the dark that surrounds him. You protected me, Harry whispers to the dirt beneath him. You saved me, he says as Draco moves within him, not sure if he means Draco or the Forest. Not sure it matters. Let me heal you, he offers as Draco’s hand wraps around his achingly hard cock and starts to stroke him. Yes, he says to Draco through their Bond and he feels Draco shudder, feels Draco’s mouth, hot and open as it presses to his spine.
Thank you, he gasps as he starts to come, his orgasm rolling through his body like an earthquake. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
This is pretty much straight from my brain to the page, with very little editing. I know it's run-on sentences, but I feel like it captures this really powerful and overwhelming moment - they're doing this ritual, they're desperate to make it work. I wanted Harry's process to convey how deeply present he is in this moment, so entwined with Draco and the Forest, and how much this matters to him, how important it is to him. To me, at least, it felt like a powerful and healing moment for him.
20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch
Oh, eternal happiness with my one true love, 100% (not that I believe in either of those things ha ha, but like, if I were given that offer!). Maybe it's that I've been writing a long time now (6.5 yrs for Larry, almost 6 yrs for Drarry), but I don't know that I have any one darlingest WiP (because I have So. Many. WiPs.) and I've had a fair amount of practice with making peace with the fact that I can publish things and be okay with them not being perfect and ever truly finished! Writing is a really important part of my life, but it's also a place where I allow myself to be messy and imperfect. But the love in my life with my family, my partner, my kitties - that's the foundation of every single thing.
35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?
I think a thing I do fairly consistently, which is technically not correct but is VERY much a deliberate stylistic choice about voice is something like this:
Potter is off-duty for the entire weekend and talks happily about spending time with his godson, mentions a cut-throat pick-up Quidditch match that he’d been roped into earlier this afternoon, expounds on the renovation he’s designing for the kitchen of his townhouse.
This is from an upcoming fic that was originally for Wireless but for Reasons™ could not be included, so I'll be publishing it on my own. This is a construction I use all the time (given how often I reject Grammarly's suggestions) - which is they always want me to put an "and" after that last comma and I just. Don't want to. So I don't. I don't do it 100% but I definitely do it a lot. More than one beta has tried to get me to change it and I just won't because I personally like it! I don't think I'm that odd that as a writer, in I am very very picky about my word choices and sentence constructions and I do a LARGE amount of line/sentence-level editing to make sure I've got things as I want them.
Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird)
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Page two of the story I’m writing (part 1 here):
I feel… weird. I don’t know how long I’ve been blacked out for, but even though i am at least half conscious now, I can’t move, my body feels like a ragdoll, I can barely see anything, and most importantly, my head is in my plate. At least I can smell the odour of my mastery in cooking eggs better. I hear muffled voices, saying something about evidence. My mind is cloudy. I feel like falling asleep. Someone grabs me.
I wake up. I smell like eggs. I look around, to see where I am: no windows, damp walls and floor, bars.. yup, that’s a cell. Ooo, a plate! I chow down on the stale bread that was probably supposed to be my sustenance for the day in less than ten seconds, before noticing someone sleeping in a chair on the other side of the bars. I call: “Hey, what the hell is happening?” Startled, the guard falls down from their chair, stands back up and picks up their staff. “Since when are mages prison guards, and why am I here?” The mage casts a fireball, and slowly approaches me. I couldn’t clearly see them beforehand, but the light of their spell makes me able to notice their face and clothes: they have light blue eyes, and a quite small nose. They’re wearing a bright pink and white dress, and look like they would never hurt anybody, and have never been hurt. “Wait, you aren’t a guard, who are you?” I shout at them, before realising that my aggression was not at all helping the situation, as they were trembling. “Listen, kid, it’s not against you, I just woke up in a cell after being abducted during my breakfast, and the people that took me didn’t even bother cleaning me when they made me faceplant into it. I am in a pretty bad mood right now, but I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like this, it’s not your fault, as far as I’m aware, and I’m sorry. So, why don’t you tell me who you are and what is going on?”
It’s getting late where I live so I’ll probably post what happens after that tomorrow (except if I don’t have time to, since it’ll be the 24th)
Also, any advice is welcome!
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ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, FINN MERTENS. 🌓
ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;
name / alias: Swerve
age: 24
pronouns: he/she/they
ooc contact: swearthling on tumblr and twt
other characters in xc: brainiac 5, warren worthington iii, bass, samson sauvageon
ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;
name: finn mertens
age: 17
pronouns: he/him
series: adventure time
canon point: post main series
app triggers: i think we're good
personality:
It's Finn the human! He's a hundred percent hero, everyone knows that.
Helping people is his whole deal. He loves beating up evildoers and villains, but not as much as he loves helping. It's more important to make a good guy feel good than a bad guy feel bad. Although both are very important. Finn is very young, especially compared to his world full of semi-immortal beings, and he can be reckless, naive, downright rude, and a little self-centered, despite his good intentions.
He tends to live in his own world most of the time, a very social introvert. He can be strangely distant from people at times, but when he really loves someone, he loves them with 100% of his heart. Maybe too much - it makes him kind of clingy and annoying sometimes. His intensity also extends to himself - Finn has a healthy sense of self love, but that can get in his way, too.
Most of the time, he’s just a nice kid - helpful, fun, and brave. He has a hard time dealing when things get heavy and sad for too long, but he always manages to bounce back.
something your muse struggles with: He can’t always handle bad stuff. A lot of the time he either ignores it, or pushes too hard to be happy anyway.
your muse’s greatest strength: His heroic heart. He will do everything to help others, always.
background:
The latest incarnation of the catalyst comet, born on Founders' Island as part of the last remnants of humanity after a planetary mutagenic war, Finn knew like, none of that stuff for 96% of his life.
He lives in Ooo with his brother Jake, in a cool treehouse just outside the Candy Kingdom. Finn likes helping people in need and vanquishing monsters and chilling and smiling and hanging out and having fun. The world is chaotic and weird and magical, and there are neverending adventures to be had. Finn washed up on the shores of Ooo as a baby, and was raised by a family of P.I. dogs, which is normal. As a teenager, Finn became the number one defender of the Candy Kingdom.
And then a bunch of other stuff happened for ten seasons. Adventures. Times. Demons, curses, the manifestation of humanity’s doom, lemons, romance, delicious pickles, penguins, stakes, islands, elements, and so on.
powers / abilities:
normal human boy (none powers)
inherent abilities:
immune to electricity
so good at kicks and flips and fights
i don't think it's prevalent enough to list as a power, but he's a catalyst comet and sometimes that gives him Main Character powers within the context of the show
items / weapons:
night sword: finn's latest sword. infused with dark power by cartoon satan.
flute: it's just a flute! it's kind of busted and crappy, but it plays nice.
starting ability: none
starting item: night sword
extra:
original blorbo
discord id: hero.heart.
passcode: MATHEMATICAL!
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14/11/2022
Sweet Jesus it’s time for my once a year blog post lmao. I’m currently sat at HOME in Bristol, listening to Sincerity is Scary, by The 1975. Eli is next to me, I think they’re watching some crappy Dwayne Johnson film on Netflix.
Trying to think about what’s happened since my last post, an awful lot of everything with a whole load of nothing thrown in too! I’m still at uni, though I’m in the middle of repeating a year. I got behind with my work, missed some important deadlines. I managed to get extensions but surprise surprise I missed those too, so I’ve had to repeat a year. I’ll now be 31 when I graduate, I started studying at 26 for Christ sake!
Last year, as part of an assignment, I was part of a small group that made a short film. We were given scripts by students that had graduated, and had to shoot it. The script we got was cool. It was about a date that was actually a set up by the Protagonist, she knew that the Antagonist was a murderer and overall scumbag. We shot the film at my pub, The Kings Head, which was super stressful. Ideally when shooting a film, the set needs to be deathly silent, but that meant filming at like 11:30, earliest. Which would then keep the managers there suuuuper late... So we went with what we could. So timing was an issue. Then there was the over-inflated ego’s of the Producer and Director. I thought I had a really good relationship with the Director, he was on all of my modules and we always had good fun, but the role just went to his head. He thought he knew best and didn’t want to take any sort of input from ANYONE, even though it was a GROUP project. It resulted in the film being rushed, and scenes being chopped together with no real fluidity. It’s displayed in the final edit too, someone will be sat down in one shot, stood up in the next, then sat down again? It was all just a mess. However, when the Director sent me the edited video, for me to then edit the sound files and marry them up, once completed I did feel a sense of pride about it. Yes it was disjointed and yes it was extremely amateur, but it was the first film I’ve ever been a part of making. I guess I do look back at it with some sense of joy..
Another project I did during last year of uni was screenwriting, we were told to write a script for a short film OR pilot episode of a TV series. I opted for a pilot show, over the dozens of uni assignments I’ve completed now, this was easily my favourite. The inspiration for my script came from me thinking what is my worst case scenario of the next 10 years of my life. The resulting script ended up being quite dark, naturally, with a man who works a dead end job, having completed nothing with his life, relationships fallen apart and nothing going for him. But honestly, I was super proud of how it came out! It’s one of the few uni assignments I’ve ended up continuing after the deadline, I’m going to write the whole season out - 7 episodes - just for my own fun!
What else has been going on... OOO I’ve been talking with a girl. It’s so weird, me and Nish were playing Apex with some randoms and she joined. We had a great night enjoying the fact we didn’t have an absolute toxic twat for a team mate, added each other on Discord and that was that! Then out of the blue a few weeks ago she messaged me asking if I still played. From then we haven’t stopped talking. It’s so strange but I feel such a connection to this person, someone who I’m yet to meet in real life, but I’ve felt I’ve known her for so long. After feeling invisible for so long I’m starting to feel seen, acknowledged again. I really REALLY hope this grows into something more man, she’s lowkey my dream girl tbh.
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alrighty, time for me to ramble about the MYSTERY CAFE AU, the au where Stan inherits(ish) a cafe in gravity falls
Stan gets to gravity falls probably a few years after he's been kicked out- I'd say when he's 20 or so
I am taking a page from Taz amnesty and having him break into an abandoned looking storefront for shelter, only to be greeted with an elderly person who takes pity on him and gives him a job
the cafe, quite frankly, sucks. only the locals know about it, there's barely enough money to pay the bills, and Stan feels guilty bc now the owner is paying for him to eat and live there too
so, what does Stan do? I think y'all know the answer
behold, the MYSTERY CAFE! decorated with all sorts of wonders and mysteries- the rock that looks like a face rock is a huge selling point
drinks themed (ie named after) around cryptids or myths!
business starts booming-
I should figure out who the old person who takes Stan in is, huh? since I'm gonna hurt y'all's feelings and they're gonna die from, guess what? (you might know if you read my post last night)
HANAHAKI DISEASE, DUH DUH DUH
hanahaki disease is a thing in this world, usually known for romantic feelings, right?
well, inspired by the fic Chrisanthemums by the lovely @detectivejigsawpines , gravity falls has a unique strain due to it weirdness, where it can be platonic for loved ones as well
Stan is shocked to find out this person was also kicked out at a young age, and never reconnected with their family.
so, not long after this person passes, does Stan start hacking up flowers.
a few years pass. (should I link this to my letters au? where Stan sends Ford letters? idk homies, more to come)
Stan starts hearing about a reclusive scientist that moves into the edge of town. boyish Dan, a regular who loves the Manly Mocha (made solely for Dan to purchase), informs Stan that the man could be his twin
Stan promptly throws up, because he knows exactly who it is, and Dan finds out he has hanahaki disease
and guess what? he doesn't do a damn thing about it
ooo, except maybe now he writes letters? pretending he DOESNT live in the same town as his brother (it's my au I do what I want)
regardless, the next two years drag. The disease has gotten worse, now that Stan knows his brother lives not even twenty minutes away, but likely doesn't care for him (gasp he does write the letters but never gets a response and that ALSO makes it worse)
so, two years pass, right? two long, painful years, where Stan thinks about going to see his brother but opts to just write letters like, hey I'm sorry for the project, hope you're okay, I'm alive, I run a cafe now, but doesn't give a return address because he doesn't want Ford knowing where he lives and thinks Ford is still pissed at him
enter: fiddleford mcgucket
fiddleford shows up to gravity falls a bit early in my au. bc I like nice, normal angst, and I'm scared to try and write whatever the hell bill causes (this is debatable, I thought about an almost portal scene where Stan throws up petals and that stops, but idk homies)
anyway, fidds shows up because he's going through a divorce, it's somewhat mutual because him and Emma may realized they liked not the opposite sex, but he still loves her and wants the best, and of course there's Tate, and he misses his son, but he had to get away because feelings are complicated and Stanford had invited him
quell surprise when he visits the local cafe before heading to see Stanford and, lo and behold, stANFORD??
jk it's stanley
fiddleford puts two and two together pretty quick, and Stan admits, yeah, that's my brother, he doesn't know I'm here, he doesn't want to see me, yadda yadda
fiddleford promises not to say anything, because like a good southern boy, it's not his business
but, like a typical southerner, he can't leave well enough alone when he can do something about it, so he DOES convince Stanford to come into town to the cafe
Stan and Ford make eye contact, Stan books it out the back door, and Ford pursues him, followed by fiddleford
"I've been worried SICK about you, you IDIOT, WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME LETTERS WITH NO RETURN ADDRESS"
"don't worry about it"
anyway, Ford is still mad, or upset maybe? but there's the in person discussion about the science fair, and they begin rebuilding their relationship, and everyone is happy
right?
WRONG BECAUSE IM CRUEL
(this is actually the happy ending for people who don't ship fiddstan bc after this it's fiddstan central babes)
a year or so later, Stan confesses to ford (Ford found out about his hanahaki disease, which soon almost completely disappeared due to them reconnecting their relationship) that the petals are back, but they're a different color this time
Ford starts drilling him, fascinated but also concerned. could it be for ma? pa? shermie?
but then he starts probing into stans dating life, and Stan shrugs, bc it's gravity falls, there's nobody worth dating and boyish Dan isn't his type
except, fiddleford
Stan starts talking about fidds, how the two are good friends, hang out, Stan talks about looking forward to seeing him, etc etc
"Stanley, you're in love with fiddleford"
"WHAT" spittake
and then i go from there :)
if you made it this far, thanks? I want to write this and I probably will but I've got like. two but technically three if you count the pokemon one aus and together against the world is my main one but I love cafe aus so
anyway bye 👋👋👋
#gravity falls#Stan pines#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#stanley pines#stanford pines#gravity falls fanfiction#gravity falls au#mystery shack cafe#mystery cafe#cafe au#gravity falls cafe au#will talks#will writes#fiddstan#fiddlestan#sorry this was so long homies#im not really but eh#this is basicallt a rough draft of what will probably eventually become a fic#as a former barista im especially inclined towards cafe aus
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I just realized sitting here doing my job that now I have time to write/edit my fanfics and while I have fics I need to edit and post (and stories I have to finish writing) I, like many OOO fans, have a different way I wanted the OOO movie to go that didn't make me lose faith in humanity and I may write a fic about it...or just post this who knows.
Anyways I thought it would be interesting if in his search to resurrect Ankh Eiji was the one who accidentally resurrected the old king and the other Greeed (also I'm sorry but I find it hard to believe Eiji, the guy that was implied to be better than the original King at being OOO would lose to the original King while they're both OOO adding that little girl wasn't the good idea the writer thought it was. Also why are the Greeed with the King for like zero reason did I miss something? I think they of all people would need a reason to team up with the King and play nice with him). This would be a better explanation for why Ankh was healed rather than "I wanted it enough as a dying wish" you mean to tell me Eiji never wanted Ankh back enough before that some random magic couldn't have done it then before he dies? I don't believe that, sorry.
Anyways the King steals the majority of the medals from Eiji and gets the other Greed to join him by promising them their medals if they cooperate leaving Eiji with a fixed core medal, the few other cores he was able to protect, and a bad wound from the King's surprise attack when he resurrected and stole the medals. Then he has to go find his friends at the resturant, get his injuries taken care of, and get some cell medals from Kougami (cause you KNOW that man has a secret stash of them) and then they go to stop the King's tyranny that he's spreading across Tokyo.
We learn later that the wound was worse than originally thought, except for Date who found it weird how after a nap and some stitches that the wound Eiji had was feeling well enough to continue fighting. Once Ankh is resurrected he gets in Eiji's face asking who he is and why is he wearing Eiji's face which Hina and the others try and pull him away until Date also questions it saying it should have been impossible for Eiji to just get up after getting back with that wound. Sure the adrenaline got him home in time to get medical attention but adrenaline doesn't last this long. Then we find out that Kougami made those new medals based on Eiji and Goda pulled an Ankh with a hurt Eiji.
Shingo and Ankh are conflicted about this because Shingo knows what that's like even though he likes Ankh he knows Ankh used to be different and this Goda character could be just like the old Ankh and Ankh fears the same. Ankh now realizes how Hina felt when she didn't know if her brother would ever get his body back from him. He's afraid of losing the person dearest to him. They decide to work with him in hopes he is more like Eijo than not since he's based on Eiji's desires but they're still keeping a close eye on him.
Cut to the Greeed coming together to discuss the predicament of basically being the King's tools again. The Greeed decide that they'll lure the King and OOO into a fight where they will attack the King when he and OOO are in mid-combat. Once they're plans in motion they don't realize two things 1) they're so caught up in their plan they don't realize Goda is controlling Eiji, they may feel somethings off but again they don't know Goda exists and 2) that Ankh is back as well, they think he needs Shingo like before and since they see him (Shingo) on the battlefield they think they have nothing to worry about.
Well as we all know their plan goes side ways cause Ankh is around. When they attack the King from behind they reach out to grab their flying medals only for Ankh to collect the majority of them and fly back to Goda who he still doesn't trust and he gives him some of the combos to beat the other Greeed and collects the remaining medals.
Then it goes on like the movie. Goda releases Eiji's body and steals the medals that he can from Ankh's medal holder, Ankh takes hold of him by becoming his arm form and controlling Eiji's body. He gets the power up, they beat Goda, and Eiji and Ankh have to stay as one for a little while while Eiji heals but eventually after a month or so of healing up we see Eiji and Ankh as two separate people deciding on what they should do next. Go on a few more adventures? Settle down for a bit and catch up with their friends? It doesnt matter, because after all, they have all the time in the world now.
...this was MUCH longer than I thought it was going to be but guys...I love OOO and it deserved better, my boys deserved better. 😤
I wrote this all pretty quick so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes. I'll probably fix them later...maybe...who knows.
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