#the good memory one is kinda like i wanna be able to remember things from my early childhood and toddler years
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it must’ve slipped out | s.h.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve says a different name during sex, reader convinces herself she misheard him, shes insecure, jealous and angry, and after steve jumps after nancy she feels unappreciated and not good enough
warnings: slight smut, MINORS DNI, insecurities, reader is bigger than nancy(body type not specified, just bigger), curse words, some negative self talk?, OH AND I GUESS SPOILER WARNING FOR SEASON 4
type: angst, smut
a/n: this is my first time writing something with smut so i apologise if its shitty, this imagine is kinda similar to my blurb that a lot of people liked, the same idea of being jealous of nancy, but a diff storyline and emotions, also nancy is the first one to jump into the lake, hope you guys enjoy it💌
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Her face was pressed into the silky pillow on the bed. She was slightly losing her vision, her eyes rolling backwards. Two bodies slamming into each other, her moans and his soft breaths were the only sounds that could be heard in Steve’s bedroom. His body connecting with hers with each movement of his hips.
“Fuck” Steve groaned quietly but she still heard it.
She was taken aback when he pulled his member out of her and flipped her over connecting their lips in a messy kiss. He put himself back inside her swollen pussy, her gasp like music to his ears. With each stroke her body felt even more relaxed than before, if that’s even possible. She could never finish just by being penetrated but she enjoyed that feeling nevertheless. She was mostly focused on his quiet, suppressed moans and occasional curses coming from his mouth. His hot breath against her skin made her shiver.
“Holy shit, Nance…”
That’s when her body froze. Nance? At that moment she couldn’t even feel him moving inside her and the sounds he was making sounded like he was behind a wall. His body collapsed against hers when he finished. Steve kissed her cheek and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Meanwhile (Y/n) was staring at the ceiling, million thoughts making circles inside her head. “Maybe he didn’t mean it? Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe he didn’t say it and it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me? Maybe I misheard him? Maybe…”
“Is everything okay?” He asked laying down next to her and covering them with a blanket.
She looked at him without any emotions, she was still numb from what had happened and the only thing she was able to say was a simple “Yes”.
“Did I hurt you?”
“What?” She asked confused. Maybe he did say it? Maybe he is apologising?
“Were my movements too hard for you? Or maybe the speed was too fast?”
Oh.
“No, no. It was… fine.”
“Okay, amazing. Come here I wanna cuddle with you.”
She slowly put her arm around his chest and laid her head there too. After a couple minutes of complete silence she was convinced that she had misheard him before. But she still decided to leave even if she was supposed to stay with him that night.
“Um Steve, I just.. I just remembered that my.. um.. my mom! Yeah, she needed some help with the um… her work project and she asked me to go home earlier tonight.”
“But you were supposed to stay the night? Is it really that important? We finally got some quality time together and you know my parents are coming back tomorrow, do you really have to go?”
“Yes, she… she actually needs it for tomorrow that’s why it’s so um.. urgent.”
Steve nodded his head and got out of bed to hand her the clothes scattered on the floor. (Y/n) quickly put on her dress, grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.
“So no goodbye kiss then?” She heard him yelling from his room.
“Sorry, I forgot.” (Y/n) run up to Steve to give him a quick peck on the lips.
When she got home the memory of him saying that name was replaying in her head. She went into her room and sat down on her bed. Her own reflection staring at her from the other corner of the room. After throwing her clothes into a basket she came up to the mirror to look at herself. She saw her insecurities. She wasn’t perfect. Technically no one was, but all the girls she saw at the pool were much skinnier than her. Nancy Wheeler was skinnier than her. She sighed and opened the drawer to put on a shirt and some pants. Right before she fell asleep she was analysing in what ways Nancy was better than her. They had many similar qualities, they were both intelligent, ambitious and would always protect their loved ones. The main difference between them was their size. “Maybe that’s why he said it? Or maybe he didn’t? But if he did, maybe he was imagining her instead of me because I’m not…skinny enough?”
The next day she went to the shop where Steve worked in hopes to talk to Robin. She knew when he started his shift and made sure she came after that. Robin was looking at some kind of magazine, turning pages and raising her eyebrows, her head resting on her hand.
“Robin? Can we talk?”
She looked up at (Y/n) surprised and looked around the shop.
“If you’re looking for Harrington, he left like 10 minutes ago, I’m sorry. BUT! If you’re here to pick a movie I would be honoured to assist you.” She smiled.
“No, um, I’m not here to pick a movie and as for Steve it’s… it’s complicated. I wanted to talk to you, in private. It’s important and I have no one else to talk to about…” an old lady entered the shop “…this thing I want to talk about.”
“Okay, go to the staff room, I’ll take care of the customer and then we’ll talk. Just give me a minute.” She turned around and greeted the elderly woman.
(Y/n) went into the staff room and took a seat on a worn out chair placed against the scraped walls. Turning her ring in her fingers she thought about why she even came here. She didn’t even know if what she heard was right. This was stupid, she got up to leave but Robin opened the door at the same time.
“What’s up? You okay?”
“This is stupid.”
“Huh? What is?”
“The reason I came here. I’m not even sure if I heard things right and I’m just so confused and I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, okay, slow down, you’re not making any sense right now”
(Y/n) sighed and placed her palm on her forehead. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked at Robin.
“I think that… I’m not sure but I think Steve said Nancy’s name yesterday when we… when…” she swallowed the thick saliva inside her throat “when we were having sex.”
“What the fuck? Are you sure?”
“That’s the thing, I’m NOT. But l think it’s very possible. I was focused on his… sounds? And his mouth was so close to my ear. I don’t know what to think anymore. Maybe I misheard it or something.”
“Shit.” Robin took a seat in the chair that (Y/n) had sat in before. “Well if…if he was saying that so close to your ear… shit. I don’t think that you misheard it. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. I just needed to talk to someone and tell me that I’m not crazy”
“I know. I know but… UGH. This is such a shitty situation.” Robin stood up. “You know that if you’ll ever need anything, I’m here. Oh, and thank you for trusting me enough to talk about… that. I want to punch this idiot so bad right now.”
(Y/n) lifted the corner of her lips and hugged the girl.
“Robin! Where are you?!”
The girls broke out of the hug quickly and looked at each other.
“Fuck, that’s Steve.” Robin whispered.
“Why is he here? He finished his shift for today! I checked his working hours like.. 5 times!” (Y/n) raised her voice.
“Just stay calm and come with me, I’ll come up with an excuse.” She took (Y/n)’s hand into her own and opened the door. “Dingus! What are you doing here?”
“Nancy called and they need our help with Eddie, I drove to (Y/n)’s house but she…” he locked eyes with his girlfriend. “..wasn’t there. What? Why are you HERE?”
“She wanted to visit you! But she was late, you know, traffic.” Robin smiled awkwardly.
“Traffic? In Hawkins?” he crossed his arms.
“Yeah! It doesn’t happen often but it happens!”
“Sure.” He nodded his head slowly. “We better get going if we don’t want them to go without us.”
They both followed him out of the store and Robin quickly locked the door after she had changed the sign to “closed”. The ride was mostly quiet and if someone decided to talk it was Steve and Robin. (Y/n) didn’t want to interrupt their conversations, and actually after she thought about it, she didn’t want to talk at all. When they met up with the rest of the group she kept her eyes glued to Nancy and Steve. Seeing them together made her nauseous and her stomach felt like it was twisting. After some time she found herself stuck on a boat looking for a stupid gate. The darkness was surrounding them, she couldn’t see much and the flashlights weren’t as bright as she thought they would be. Then, out of nowhere, Dustin’s compass started to freak out even more than before.
“It’s the gate.” Nancy said.
Everyone was quiet and because of that, she continued.
“I’ll go down to see if it’s really there, wait here.”
No one objected to her. She took off her sweater which left her dressed in a thin tank-top. (Y/n) looked at Steve who was staring at her figure amused.
I’m sorry I can’t look like her. She thought. Her eyes following Nancy when she disappeared under the surface. Robin observed the scene in front of her, her heart hurt for (Y/n), she didn’t deserve it. She wanted to tell Steve right now that what he’s doing is wrong, but she had no place to talk, this wasn’t her relationship. A minute passed and Nancy emerged from the water.
“I found it.” Breathing heavily she grasped the edge of the boat with both of her hands.
Suddenly, she got pulled under the water, the thing that grabbed her didn’t even give her time to take a breath.
“Nancy!” everyone yelled and got closer to the edge. Steve looked at everyone and then his eyes focused on the dark waves.
“Stay here.” He said jumping into the water. Jumping after her.
(Y/n) looked at Robin, the pain in her chest growing. She supressed the feeling and taking a deep breath she dived after him. She wasn’t the best at swimming, she never really wanted to swim and when they had went to the pool, she was always sitting in the shade of the umbrella. She tried her best to catch up to Steve but she couldn’t even see him. Her vision was blurred but among this darkness, a red spot stood out to her. She swam towards it, the air in her lungs almost at its end. She reached for the gate and it threw her into the Upside Down. Gasping for air (Y/n) looked around and when she saw her boyfriend she ran towards him, grabbing a wooden oar she helped him get the monsters off of Nancy. She was mad at him, mad at her, jealous, but she couldn’t let her die, right? She wasn’t a bad person. Robin and Eddie quickly joined them and then the whole group ran away to hide somewhere. When they found the perfect spot Nancy slid down the slippery rock groaning in pain. Steve was quick to catch her, to talk to her, to help, but he didn’t have anything that would stop the bleeding. (Y/n) sighed and ripped her flannel apart. She came up to them and looked at Nancy.
“May I?” she asked and Nancy softly nodded.
(Y/n) wrapped the material around her abdomen, her tiny, perfect waist and stomach. Nancy thanked her and then she was focused on Steve again.
“You’re welcome.” (Y/n) sighed walking away.
She couldn’t look at them anymore. Seeing that he is still in love with Nancy broke her heart into tiny pieces. She could tell from the way he looked at her that his love was still present, it really never went away. Sure, their relationship wasn’t perfect, but Nancy has always been perfect to him. And with that poor (Y/n) sat down convinced that she will never be perfect to him. She will never be like Nancy is in Steve’s eyes. He will never look at her like that.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington angst#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington smut#stranger things#nancy wheeler#x reader#imagine
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The morning after a one night stand ??
List of “the morning after a one night stand” prompts
“I’m confused— what happened last night? And also, are you naked? Why are you naked?”
“I need a rewind of last night, from start to finish. Physically.”
“I mean… I love when accidents happen?”
“That was a one night stand and you damn well know it.” “Yeah, but it didn’t feel like one.”
Character A waking up to an empty bed and a splitting headache.
“…This is going to become more than just a one night stand if you keep staring at me like that.” “You were awake this whole time?!”
“There were feelings — feelings I’m not so sure I liked feeling.”
“Stay for some breakfast?”
“Okay, I know we agreed for this to be a one night stand but… I kinda wanna break that agreement.”
Character A waking up to Character B snuggled up to them, their limbs entangled and their naked bodies pressing against each other’s.
“We were both drunk.” “We were far from drunk.”
“Everything aches.”
Character A, pinned under Character B, whose eyes are roaming their whole body, before they flicker back up to their eyes; dragging back down to their lips. “Since you can’t remember the details, then let me do the honour of triggering your memory from last night, yeah?”
“Last night was good practice.” “Bitch, what? Excuse me?”
“I still can’t get over how you knew just how I liked it without me needing to tell you.”
“So. Let’s talk about the ‘I love you’ you let slip?” “…Um, an even better idea. How about we don’t?”
“I wanna do that again.” “The point of a one night stand—” “It doesn’t have to be a one night stand.”
“You look good in my shirt.”
Character B pulling Character A back into bed with them, preventing them from leaving.
“I’m up for some morning sex if you are.”
“…That was a momentary lapse of judgement on my part.”
“Kinda don’t wanna get outta bed.”
“Dude, you fucked the living daylights out of me last night and you expect me to be able to walk properly?”
“I’m never drinking again.”
“We really shouldn’t have done that…”
“Do you regret it?” “I don’t… I don’t know.”
“Problem is, I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”
“You think I can’t make you sound like that again?”
Character A and Character B agreeing to not talk about this ever again.
“…I think feelings were involved in that.”
“We can always do that again if you’re down for it.”
“This.” Character A sighs. “It’s— it’s going to turn into a reoccurring thing…” they say, trailing off into a soft whimper as Character B thrusts their fingers into them again.
“Mistakes were made!” “That wasn’t a mistake.”
“Oh no.”
“…I’d give my soul to have you like that again.”
“You up for some brunch?” “Hell fucking yeah.”
“Because God forbid we fall in love after that.”
Character A waking up to Character B’s face smushed against the pillow and giggling a little. “Wake up, sleepy head,” they murmur, prodding their nose lightly. “Go away,” Character B grumbles, swatting their hand away. Something in Character A thuds against their chest. (Oh. It’s their heart. And there it goes, again, doing its daily fucking gymnastic routine whenever they’re near Character A.)
“Hit me up again so we can just hang.” “Just hang?” “…Yeah, you heard me. Just hang.”
“I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“…We made bad decisions last night.” “I think we made great decisions.”
“You couldn’t have left evidence on more visible spots, could you?”
“…What’s this?” “My number. In case you want to call me… Or something.”
“Surely I’m not the only who doesn’t want this to end like this,” Character A murmurs into Character B’s neck.
“Want me to hit the right spots again?” Character B says softly, sending shivers running down Character A’s spine; hand splayed on their bare stomach. “Y-yes, please,” Character A answers, arms tightening around their neck. “Need you like I needed you last night.”
“You know what, as much as I like one night stands, I don’t like the idea of it when it comes to you.”
“I don’t want to sever this connection that we seem to have.”
“Funny thing is, I don’t regret what happened. And I want it to happen again. That’s far from regret.”
“Currently thinking of abolishing this one-time rule we made.”
“This is to be kept between you and me, got it?” “Wouldn’t dream of letting someone else know I had you moaning my name all night long, would I now?”
#long post#writing prompts#prompts#dialogue prompts#otp prompts#writing scenarios#request#one night stand prompts#smut prompts#fwb prompts#enemies with benefits prompts#i think you can tell i had way too much fun with this#i wanted to post this for SO LONGGG#suggestive prompts
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[SR] Taichi | Reminiscence of Blooming
There were feelings of frustration, as well as regrets and repentance. Still, I was able to keep running without going off the rails because everyone acknowledged me.
Lead Skill: A friend I admire, who is my comrade and also my rival
Adlib Skill: Right side, good! Left side, good! My smile, good!
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Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Taichi~ - Part 1
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―Yosei Uni (Day)―
Taichi: Haah...
Juza: ...Still not goin' home yet?
Taichi: Oh, Juza-san! Are you planning to go back now?
Juza: Yeah. But I'll listen to you if there's anythin' you're troubled with...
Taichi: Eh?
(Is he worried for me because I let out a sigh...?)
Thanks, Juza-san!
But it's no big deal, really! I just can't decide on which place to introduce for the video, that's all.
Juza: The one for the commemorative event on Inste?
Taichi: Yup, that one! Also, since the weather's good today, I was thinking of taking a detour somewhere before heading home...
And it's been a while since I've been to the karaoke, so I thought I could try singing to my heart's content once in a while!
Juza: ...I see.
Taichi: I- I told you it's not a big deal!
Please don't think that I sighed so seriously over such a small thing!
Juza: I wasn't really thinking that...
Taichi: So yeah, Juza-san!
If you have time today, wanna go to karaoke with me?
Juza: Karaoke, huh...
Taichi: Ah, it's fine to decline if you have plans after this!
Juza: ...No, I don't mind goin'. I was just reminded of the time when we were still in O High.
Taichi: O High?
Juza: Just like today, you invited me and Tenma to karaoke on our way back from school a few times.
Taichi: We really had lots of fun back then~! I might as well invite Ten-chan today...
Tenma: You called me?
Taichi: Wah! Great timing, Ten-chan!
Tenma: What do you mean?
Taichi: Juza-san and I just talked about going to karaoke! Wanna come along, Ten-chan?
Tenma: ...Sorry, I gotta leave for work after this.
Taichi: Oh, really? Okay, do your best at work!
Juza: You seem busy these days. Don't push yourself too hard.
Tenma: Thanks, you two. Go have fun at the karaoke.
―Karaoke Box―
Taichi: ...Ha~! Like I thought, it feels refreshing after singing all out!
Huh? You didn't put any songs to sing yet, Juza-san?
Juza: I got too absorbed in listenin' to your singin' that I forgot to do it. That song just now, I remember you also sang that last time we went to karaoke.
Taichi: Yeah, I did! It's the theme song for the drama that Ten-chan starred in! We sang in duet at that time.
It was a bit hard to sing while playing a tambourine, but it was really fun!
(I already feel nostalgic about that, huh~. We make a lot of memories each time we go here.)
(Come to think of it, we often come here to do karaoke. Maybe I should introduce this place for Inste...?)
Juza: You sure can sing even while playin' a tambourine. I don't think I can do that...
Taichi: It's 'cause I was trained by Ten-chan and Ban-chan! I feel like my tambourine skills improved thanks to them...
(Ah, that's right!)
Can we take a selfie together, Juza-san? I wanna send a pic to Ten-chan...
Juza: 's fine by me.
Taichi: Okay, here's the mic for you, and a tambourine for me...
Say cheese~!
*snap*
Juza: Was that okay?
Taichi: Totally! I sent him the pic and said "Let's go together next time"!
Now then, I gotta continue to liven up your song with my tambourine skills~!
Juza: Yeah, countin' on you for that.
―Lounge (Night)―
Tenma: I'm home.
Taichi: Welcome home, Ten-chan! Did you see the pic I sent on LIME?
Yeah, sorry for the late reply. I also saw the picture of you slightly cut off.
Taichi: Ahaha. I tried my best taking the pic while holding a tambourine, but my hands went a little crazy...
But then I thought, "This should be okay enough"!
Tenma: Yeah, I can really tell that you had fun from the picture.
Taichi: I did, but because I sang your drama's theme song by myself, I kinda felt lonely.
Tenma: It's the song for the drama that I was in, so of course it can't be good without me around.
Taichi: Yup, so let's duet together next time!
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Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Video: Taichi~ - Part 2
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―Karaoke Box (Day)―
Taichi: We came all the way here, so let's sing together today, Ten-chan!
Tenma: Don't get ahead of yourself! You need to shoot the introduction video first.
Taichi: I- I know that~! I was just joking...
Wait, why're you suddenly holding the remote control!
Tenma: Well, I saw that the theme song for the drama I starred in was in the rankings, and I got curious so...
Taichi: You're right! It's amazing that it's in 3rd place! As expected from a drama starring Ten-chan!
Tenma: Heh, I guess so.
No, wait- Just get started and film already!
Taichi: Ah, just wait, please~! I'm doing the preparations right now!
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The person to introduce their recommended spot for this time is... Taichi Nanao, from Autumn Troupe in MANKAI Company!
Tenma: And the one in charge of filming is Tenma Sumeragi from Summer Troupe.
Taichi: Many thanks for Ten-chan! Now then, the place I'm going to introduce is here! The karaoke box!
There are times when I have the sudden urge to sing...
This happens to you guys too, right? How about you, Ten-chan?
Tenma: Quite few times.
Taichi: Thought so! At times like that, I always come here!
It's close to the station, has the latest models, it's pretty clean, and there's also the drinks station...
This is like, the best place to sing!
Tenma: I mean, it's a karaoke box after all.
Taichi: Well, yeah, that's true but~!
Oh right, the Autumn Troupe of MANKAI Company, of which I am affiliated with, once performed a band-themed play...
Tenma: Ahh, you mean "the Rad Red", where Taichi played the lead role. You guys also held a live performance of an original song during the play.
Taichi: Yup! I actually came here and wrote that original song at that time!
I've also come here with the other troupe members to sing, and many other fun things happened...
This place holds many memories for me.
*ding*
...Wait, what!?
It's the theme song of Ten-chan's drama! Why...!?
Tenma: Taichi! Your elbow's pressing the button on the remote control!
Taichi: Agh, it's true!! I should stop this, right!?
Tenma: I'll do that, so you just keep focusing on the video...!
Taichi: G-got it!
Umm, anyway, karaoke is the best! So everyone should come and hang out here too!!
―Lounge (Night)―
Tenma: ...Have you posted it yet?
Taichi: Uhh, just a second.
~~VLOG starts~~
Caption: Something unexpected happened during the introduction of karaoke box!?
Taichi: "I've also come here with the other troupe members to sing, and many other fun things happened..."
"This place holds many memories for me."
*ding*
"...Wait, what!?"
"It's the theme song of Ten-chan's drama! Why...!?"
~~VLOG ends~~
Taichi: I've successfully submitted my post!
Thanks for getting me permission to use the theme song, Ten-chan! I didn't have to do a retake thanks to that!
Tenma: I wanted everyone to see your video too. The way you panicked is amusing no matter how many times I watched it.
Taichi: Now that you said it, that was a bit embarrassing...!
Tenma: Hey, don't talk too loud or you'll hurt your throat. That awful voice is because of the karaoke you and the others went to yesterday, right?
Taichi: Uhuu, I had too much fun singing that I overused my throat...
Sorry, Ten-chan, even though you told me to be careful.
Tenma: ...Well, I did expect that this would happen.
Here, have some honey. It's the same one I gave you before. This should make your throat feel better. (1)
Taichi: Wahh! Thanks, Ten-chan! You're so kind that my heart's gonna get captivated again...!
Tenma: It'd be a problem if you can't go to karaoke for a while. Mostly worried about your tambourine skills, though...
Taichi: I can still play the tambourine even if my voice gets hoarse! Or rather, I want us to duet again some time!
Tenma: I get it already, so stop shouting!
Take care of your throat so that it'll heal quicker.
Taichi: Okay!
Story Clear!
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[1] Referencing the Epilogue of "the Rad Red".
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Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 3: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Tsuzuru Minagi
Kazunari: Did you guys decide on what you’re gonna write about for your “VELUDO” articles yet?
Tsuzuru: No, I haven’t yet.
Citron: I have not been able to make up my mind either.
Kazunari: Mood~.
Kazunari: There are like so many fun and emo things I wanna write about that I can’t even start to make up my mind…
Kazunari: It’s for realsies so hard and stressful~!
Tsuzuru: Just how many memories from Veludo Station do you have, Miyoshi-san?
Kazunari: Huh, like a lot…!
Tsuzuru: (Well, I guess I also have an assortment of memories too.)
Tsuzuru: (I use it on a daily basis, and when I go out with everyone.)
Tsuzuru: …
Tsuzuru: (…I feel like I was really nervous when I first got off at Veludo Station.)
Tsuzuru: (I gave up on theater once, but I couldn’t give up on it forever, so I went looking for a theater company that I could join on Veludo Way…)
Tsuzuru: (When I think about it, it really is amazing to be part of MANKAI Company like this now.)
Citron: Tsuzuru. Kazu is crying because you are ignoring him, Tsuzuru.
Tsuzuru: Eh?
Kazunari: You ignored me, Tsuzurun~ sniffle.
Tsuzuru: Ah, sorry. I was thinking about something and didn’t hear what you said, Miyoshi-san.
Kazunari: Uh, rude!? I was literally giving you some of my Veludo Station memories of you, Tsuzurun!
Tsuzuru: Veludo Station memories of me? Miyoshi-san, are you talking about…?
Citron: I remember that time very well too.
Citron: I never thought that I would see you in such a messed up state. It was very shocking…!
Tsuzuru: You know about it too, Citron-san?
Tsuzuru: (Wait. My messed up state? Could it be…)
*Flashback*
Shop Worker: Thank you very much!
Tsuzuru: (Alright, cake, presents, and bouquets. …I’ve got my hands full.)
Tsuzuru: (Suberu and Noboru should be surprised when they see this.)
Tsuzuru: (I know it’s kinda embarrassing, but since they’re coming all the way out here to see me on their birthday, I wanna make sure we celebrate.)
Tsuzuru: (And the time is… Yeah, if I head to the station now, I’ll be able to make it there with plenty of time to spare.)
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
Tsuzuru: (Great. Looks like they’re not here yet.)
Tsuzuru: (Their presents… I hope Suberu and Noboru are happy with them.)
Citron: Ooh, Tsuzuru is over there!
Kazunari: Heya! Tsuzurun ♪
Tsuzuru: Ah, Miyoshi-san and Citron-san.
Kazunari & Citron: …
Tsuzuru: (Hm? What are they…? Why’d they both freeze all of a sudden…?)
Kazunari: Tsuzurun, is that present for someone?
Tsuzuru: Yeah. I’m going to meet them now…
Citron: Perhaps the other person is someone important to you, Tsuzuru?
Tsuzuru: ? You could say that.
Kazunari: RonRon. The way he was so enthusiastic about it…
Citron: I understand it too.
Kazunari: It’s obviously a date!
Citron: He is meeting someone for a date!
Tsuzuru: Huh?
Kazunari: Wait, hold it, RonRon! If you look closely, doesn’t Tsuzurun have two presents!?
Citron: He really does! Does that mean there are two people!?
Tsuzuru: Well, yeah, there’s two of them, but.
Kazunari & Citron: KYAAH!!!
Citron: In other words, two-timing, fooling around…
Kazunari: For realsies? For realsies, Tsuzurun?
Tsuzuru: No, no, no, it’s not like that. The two of you are weirdly mistaken…
Kazunari: Well, which of them is your favorite!?
Citron: Which one is more important!?
Tsuzuru: Both of them are equally important, but!
Kazunari & Citron: KYAAAH!!!
Citron: Bad Tsuzuru! That is the wrong answer!
Kazunari: Being with both of them at the same time is never a good idea!
Tsuzuru: (This misunderstanding is just getting weirder and weirder…)
Tsuzuru: No, because Suberu and Noboru are both very important brothers to me…!
Tsuzuru: (Hm? Where did this crowd come from…)
Tsuzuru: (Is this not a misunderstanding and it’s actually just a street act?)
Kazunari & Citron: Wait, brothers!?
Kazunari: Thanks for watching!
Citron: Thank you!
Tsuzuru: T-Thank you.
*Applause*
Tsuzuru: Ugh… how long has this been a street act?
Kazunari: Hm~m, since like halfway through? We just noticed a lotta people gathering~!
Citron: You are the one that made it a hit, Tsuzuru! The cries from your heart were very passionate…!
Kazunari: Literally! I could really feel the brotherly love.
Tsuzuru: (What is wrong with those two… Anyway, what about Suberu and Noboru…?)
*Clapping*
Tsuzuru: (The clapping from over there! Did they really just see me say that with all my heart…)
*Flashback end*
Tsuzuru: …
Tsuzuru: (Afterwards, they were impressed by how powerful the performance was. I wish we could’ve celebrated their birthday properly, but…)
Tsuzuru: (I don’t know, I kinda had mixed feelings about it all.)
Kazunari: Nah~, at first we thought it really was a legit date~.
Citron: But then we saw your little brothers but then we caught an idea!
Tsuzuru: I think you mean “got an idea”...
Kazunari: Anyway, looks like you found something to write about for the “VELUDO” article!
Tsuzuru: Huh, I’m gonna write about that?
Citron: Of course. It is the best Veludo Station memory for you, Tsuzuru!
Tsuzuru: (Well, I was done with it then, but it was kinda fun, and just remembering it did make me smile…)
Tsuzuru: (Maybe it is a surprisingly good memory.)
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Is it bad that i wanna request for another yoru x reader angst with no good ending😭??? Any plot would be fine like reader dying or like yoru seeing y/n with someone in the proctocol or vice versa
I really really love your writings and everything and made sure i read all of them because they were all *chefs kiss*
EYo, thanks for requesting! This got a bit long so I hope u don’t mind. There were so many things I could do with this request so I kinda went overboard with the word count oops. I’m not good at writing short stories. And thank you for reading all of my fanfics! I hope u enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. I hope u enjoy this one!
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Every Second (Angst Valorant Yoru x Reader)
tagging: @sv03
Word count: 3.5k
CW: Angst, no happy ending, on screen character death, mentions of blood, depressed character, poor mental health character
Yoru laid on his bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. He’d lost his sense of time, being cooped up in this gray room for days he didn’t bother to count. His clothes stuck to him, and so did his hair, its dye fading as every hour passed. His eyes were unfocused, his breath shallow. The only sound he could hear was the perpetual ticking of his clock, edging him to insanity with each second, together with the faint beating of his cold heart.
He was only kept sane by the visions he had, the memories he kept replaying in his head. They were better than sleep, because even if he saw you as beautiful and happy as he remembered you to be, you still showed up in his nightmares.
He’d rather stay awake and choose what he saw than gamble on sleep and seeing you die over and over and over again. If he had to see that nightmare again, he might just lose his mind.
He buried that bad dream, that nightmare, deep inside his brain but it kept gnawing at him, crawling and scratching. It was driving him to madness. He couldn’t sleep from it. He couldn’t eat. His clothes sagged on his body, and no matter how much the other agents try, they couldn’t get him out of the room.
He wouldn’t even leave it to go to your funeral.
He fooled himself into thinking you were still here.
“Y/N L/N. I’m the new agent. Nice to meet you,” you greeted, smiling happily and raising your hand to shake his. He only stares at it with an unamused look, then he looks back at you. “I know you’re trying to get on our good graces, but it’s a dumb move to expose your real name,” he says curtly, tucking his hands deeper in his pockets.
You raise a brow, challenging him. “And how would you know if that was my real name?” You say innocently, putting your hand down.
He narrows his eyes at you. “Tch. As if any callsign would be that long,” he accused.
“You still wouldn’t be able to tell if that was my real name. It could be an alias for all you know, or a fake identity. Checkmate.” You shrugged and smiled smugly.
He scowled at your remark. “Alright smartass. Real name or not, I don’t need it to put you in your place. So, stay in your lane unless you want me to do it for you. Got that L/N?” He warns grimly, ready to turn around and head back to the briefing room.
You indulge his threats by giving him a nod, still smiling smugly. “Yes Sir. Aye aye, Captain. Will do, boss.” You were relentless in getting on his nerves.
“That’s Yoru to you,” he answers your unasked question. Finally you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat.
You had a pretty smile. It somehow sent an electric current up his spine, and he had to look away.
“Nice to meet you Yoru. Hoping we work with each other soon, you seem a lot of fun!”
This was how you both first met. You were a trusting person, even if he wasn’t the most amicable agent in the protocol. Deep inside, he was glad that you weren’t quick to judge based on his rugged and intimidating appearance. And he admired that you didn’t take his shit lying down. You were good at twisting every situation to your favor.
If he knew how short your time together would be, he would have shaken your hand. He would bask in the warmth of your skin, and he would never let you go.
“L/N, visual in A?”
“6 meters, 10 o’clock, Cypher cam, destroy it before pushing.”
“I need healing.”
“I’ll meet you in the LZ. Until then, please keep safe Yoru.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice. Make it there L/N.”
“Roger that.”
He remembered missions with you, and how in sync you both were. You watched his back, he watched yours.
“Good gunning out there L/N. Not on my level, but not too bad.”
“Har, har, Yoru. But seriously, thanks for saving my butt earlier. A little later and I would’ve been toast!”
“No need to make a big fuss over nothing. Next time, wait for me before you push. I’ll clear the way for you.”
“Awww, you’re so sweet~ Said like a true gentleman.”
“Urusai. I’m saying it as a duelist.”
“But I like it when you flirt~ More of a Phoenix trait. But it suits you too.”
“…I can be smooth when I want to be.”
He remembers the banter you both shared, the friendly competitions, the names you called each other. He was your dumbass, you were his idiot.
“You’re such a dumbass! Why did you have to run in the rain? Now look at you, all snotty and icky.”
“The fuck is that supposed to me—ACHOO!”
“Point proven. Be thankful I’m here wiping your snot and changing your towel.”
“Hey, I wasn’t the idiot who left their phone on the other side of the base.”
“I told you that I would get it myself Yoru. I was literally grabbing an umbrella.”
“You took too long. It would’ve drowned if it weren’t for me.”
“And look where that got you. You’re so stupid sometimes, I don’t know what goes through your head.”
“Can you just be thankful I saved your phone? And be thankful that you’re the one who’s not sick right now?”
“…yeah. Thanks, dumbass. What would I do without you.”
“You would be buying a new phone, that’s what you would be doing.”
He was such a loner in the protocol, even with Phoenix and Neon around. He never thought love was meant for people like him; people who had no space in their heart other than their own selfish goals. He couldn’t keep friendships for long, let alone romances. So, he never really gave it much thought.
But ever since he met you, it’s as if the world he knew was flipped upside down. He felt like there was something more to look forward to everyday. He had someone other than himself, and you made him feel less alone. Whenever his eyes met yours, he felt like a weight was being lifted off in his heart. His chest feels open and somehow the world just seems brighter.
Looking at you, hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, it made him want to fall in love.
“Happy birthday, Yoru~ Happy birthday Yoru~!”
He was in the basement garage when you suddenly entered through the backdoor, holding a plate of chocolate cake, crudely pierced with a single candle. He didn’t celebrate his birthday. He didn’t need to. For years, it had always been just any other day of the year. By mistake he mentioned the date to you, but thought nothing of it.
And for the first time ever, in years, someone remembered.
He rose from his seat on the floor, wearing a gray shirt and black sweatpants, his hair down but headbanned. He was tinkering with his bike, and he had oil smears everywhere. He furrowed his brows at you as you walked carefully, making sure the candle stayed lit in the drafty room.
“Happy birthday, dear Yoru, happy birthday to you~!” You finished, holding up the plate, the candlelight flickering in front of your face. “Tada! Got you a cake. I don’t know what flavor you preferred but chocolate was the safest option so I went with it.” You smiled shyly.
“L/N, you shouldn’t have…” he starts, staring at the flame as it waved invitingly. “I wanted to bake you a cake, and believe me, I tried. But it ended up in disaster so I just rushed out of the island as fast as I could and bought a cake instead. Sorry,” you apologized, and he shook his head in disbelief.
“I don’t celebrate my birthday L/N. You shouldn’t have bothered,” he replies sternly, turning back to tinker with the bike. His heart was pounding, overwhelmed. Someone remembered, and it squeezed at his heart.
Someone cared. Someone bothered to remember him.
“Hey! I didn’t get this cake for you to just brush me off! Turn around and make a wish, dumbass.” You scowled, kicking his foot. When he was able to calm his heart, he turned around and glared, rolling his eyes. “Go on,” you held the plate higher for him, and he stared at you for a moment, making his wish. After a while, he bent down and blew the candle off, earning a wide smile from you. His heart skips a beat.
“What did you wish for?” You asked curiously, and he scowls. “None of your business. Now stop bugging me, I’m working on the bike.” He waves at you dismissively. He didn’t want you to see him get emotional over a cake.
“Aren’t you going to eat the cake?” You asked hopefully, your smile fading. His heart clenches. Fuck.
“Just leave it by the table. I can’t eat right now, I’m smothered in oil grease.”
“Well, take a break! Sit down, I’ll feed you the cake.”
“Iyada. No way.”
“Just sit down! Or else I’m not leaving.”
“Fine.”
You both shared that cake, despite his protests about using a single fork. You sat on the table cross-legged while he leaned against it. He would turn to you occasionally for a piece of cake that you would feed him. Meanwhile, you talked about how hard it was to bake a cake, and he listened absentmindedly.
His heart was so full, he couldn’t focus on your voice. Someone remembered him. Someone cared enough to try and bake a cake for him. For the first time in a while, he didn’t spend his birthday alone.
“What does stiff peaks mean? Well, it means that when you pull your whisk off the egg whites, it stands on its own. What did I do? I put it in while it was still foamy and runny. I… are you okay?” You asked as you noticed his eyes watering.
He then turns his head to the opposite direction, a few tears fall from his eyes, and he quickly wipes them away. “Oil grease,” he mutters, and you believed him. And while you continued talking, he took a big breath.
This was the best birthday celebration he ever had. He really didn’t wish for anything when he blew the candle, but now he was truly making one: he wished to spend the rest of his birthdays with you.
You stayed with him as he worked on his bike back then. He should have told you how he felt then, so that your time as lovers was longer. Even if it was just by a few weeks.
He’d make every second he had with you count.
“W-why are we separating from the crowd?” You laughed as he dragged you to the terrace. The party going on inside the base was getting rowdy, and he wanted you all to himself.
You had a martini on your hand, topped with a grape pierced with a mini umbrella. You were a bit flustered from the alcohol, and so was he. He needed the extra liquid courage. Because as much as he was unafraid to push sites with the threat of bullets going through his skull, he was more scared of messing this up.
He held your hand as you both stood by the banister, the sunset over the ocean illuminating your faces. With the dewy sunset glow on your face, your hair gracefully flowing to ocean breeze, and your smile that he adored so much, he felt so in love. He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.
“What?” You smiled shyly, primping your hair, feeling a bit conscious from his staring. He squeezed your hand, willing himself to speak.
He remembered this memory so vividly. If only he knew, he’d repeat these same words to you everyday.
“Y/N L/N, what I feel about you is hard to explain. And I know I’ll fuck up my words anytime I try. The best way to go about it was to just explain what I go through whenever you’re with me, and whenever you’re gone.
“Y/N, when I’m with you, I feel weightless. I never understood what butterflies in the stomach meant until you came into my life. Whenever you’re close to me, my heart beats so fast as if I ran a marathon across the globe. Whichever direction I chose to run, I always kept coming back to you.
“And when you’re gone, the world just seems so foreign. My day doesn’t go by without the thought of you. I admit that I’m very selfish with my time. In this line of work, there isn’t an abundance of it, but somehow for you, I am not selfish. Keep me up at night, occupy my daydream. Take all my time, waste it if you’d like. Just as long as I’m with you in every second of it.
“I… fuck. Okay, fuck it. I love you. That’s the shortest way to put it.” He blurted out, grimacing. He was so focused on spilling his heart out that he didn’t notice that you were blushing madly against the sunlight. He looks at you as you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Yoru…” you whispered, and he avoids your eyes.
“I know. I sound so pathetic right now. But the more I spend time with you, the harder it gets to pretend I don’t want you that way. I was never looking for anything like this, but… you’re all I want now.” He sighs, leaning on the banister.
You stood there frozen, too shocked to even say anything. You knew Yoru as someone who just kept to himself, he didn’t like sharing his emotions. Sure, he’d occasionally make sure you knew he was mad by yelling, but you never knew how much he could keep from you.
You watch him as he grasped at his hair, pulling it in frustration. “You even make me say shit I wouldn’t normally say, kuso. I sound so disgusting right now.” He sighs again, looking back at you.
You were in tears, the sunset’s dying light reflecting from your tears.
“R-Ryo… I thought… you’d never say it…” you smiled through the tears. “Fuck, finally, you say it first! I fucking love you too idiot!” You cry, all the pent-up affection released as you jump and hug him, his strong arms catching you. You hugged him tightly, your feet kicking in the air. You took his breath away with those words.
“I wanted to tell you first but I was scared that you weren’t ready. And that if I told you, you’d push me away,” you pulled away, holding his cheeks as he held you up. “I fucking love you Ryo Kiritani, and from now on, I’ll make sure you know that every second of the day, 24/7, 365 days a year.” You laughed, and before long, he cracked a smile. “I…I love you too. I do.”
He smiled at the ceiling at the memory. He loved your smile, he loved your laugh, he loved the way you say his name. A cold tear rolls from his eye down to the side of his cheek. He still gets butterflies even now.He wipes the stray tear with his hand, but he doesn’t bother wiping the rest that fall from his eyes. He silently weeps, calling out your name.
“Y/N,” he weeped. “Y/N, please Y/N, come back please,” he begged. No one listened. He was alone in this cold room, rotting his life away. No one answers to him here but his own mind.
Maybe he just had to call your name harder.
“FUCK, Y/N!!!! WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING SELFLESS?! WHY, PLEASE COME BACK AND TELL ME!” He screamed from the top of his lungs, and arm landing against his eyes. They couldn’t stop his tears. “I CAN’T! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU.” His voice was hoarse but he doesn’t relent, squeezing his chest with his other hand. His wails were heard beyond the door.
It hurts Y/N, it hurts.
He wraiths as he cries, screaming and weeping helplessly. He just wanted you back, he just wanted things back to the way they were. He grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed, wanting to just disappear. He’d go in and out of this trance, and the others were extremely worried about his mental health.
Shit, the nightmare was coming back again.
“What’s your situation there?!” Brimstone calls from the comms, and Yoru shakily grabs the radio. He was bleeding from his mouth, his stab wounds leaking the blood from his body by the milliliter.
“Y/N… Me… Phoenix a-and KJ were all ambushed. They planted t-the spike. It’s about to detonate soon, the two are unconcious,” he struggles to say, drawing in sharp breaths. He looked at you and how pale you were. He was screaming at himself in his mind, trying to come up with ways to get you all out of this situation.
He coughs but covers his mouth, seeing blood stain his gloves. KJ and Phoenix both lost too much blood, they were unconscious. And by the unfocused look in your eyes, you were next. In futile attempt to keep you awake, he slams his fist into your hand, and you stir. “Stay awake L/N, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warns, and you give him a smile.
Brim ran all the way from the opposite side of the map and saw how bloodied everyone was. He took one look at the spike and his heart dropped. “I can only carry two people. Can you both walk?” He asks desperately, staring at the spike.
“I got shot in the leg but I can manage. Y/N can’t. Lost too much blood.” He reasons, forcing his legs to stand up, and he fails, dropping down to the ground. Without thinking, Brimstone grabs the two unconscious agents and mounts them on his shoulders. “We won’t make it,” he whispers to himself, trying to find a way where he can save everyone.
“You will. I can still set up my barriers. They’ll protect you from the explosion, but you have to keep running. It only lasts 3 seconds.” You say, sitting up properly. You look at the spike, then back at Yoru. “You have to go, now.”
“Are you crazy?! Your barriers can only house 3 people!” He yells, his eyes wide, and you shake your head in response.
“I’ll use the power of the radianite around us to make it fit for the 4 of you. You have to go. Brim, you know what to do.” You then began to concentrate the energy you had left into your hands, and Brimstone nods. He could not speak.
“No! There has to be another way, we’re not leaving you here!” He grabs your wrists to stop you from using your abilities, but as you hear the spike ticking away its last few seconds, you smile at him.
“Promise me you’ll survive Ryo.”
“No! I’m not leaving you here!”
“Ryo, you know there’s no other way. Please promise me you’ll go with Brim.”
“Damare!” He cries, holding on to you for dear life.
“We have to go, NOW.” Brim yells. The spike’s beeping increases its speed, and Yoru gulps in denial.
“Promise me, you’ll survive.” You say one last time, and finally, he nods, chest tight. He grabbed your face and kissed you, as if it was the last time he would feel your warm lips on his.
And it truly was the last time.
As Brim grabbed on his shoulder to pull him away, and as the barrier covered him and the rest, he watched as you smiled, even in the most daunting of situations.
He loved that smile so much. Now it’s the last thing he will see from you.
It all happened so quickly but for him, it felt like an eternity. He saw how you closed your eyes as the spike detonated, he saw how your flesh disintegrated with every inch of the explosion nearing you. And he watched you disappear into the explosion, leaving nothing but a dark glow.
As the explosion pulled back, he and the others were safe. Brim stood there for a moment, trying to keep himself levelheaded as he arranged a pickup. Yoru kneeled behind him, looking at the place where you sat before the explosion, your blood still fresh on the ground.
But you weren’t there.
“Y/N’s…gone…” he cried silently, clenching his fists. “Y/N… Y/N!” He screamed, hitting the ground with his gloved fists. Brim could only listen as the young man screamed in agony. He had lost the love of his life in a doomed mission, all because of his negligence. He underestimated the mirror agents, and now you and Yoru paid dearly for his mistake.
Without a body, Sage couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t revive you, no matter how much Yoru begged and yelled for her to do so. It came to a point where he was knocked unconscious by Sova because he was too much for Sage. They were all sad, it wasn’t just him who lost someone. But they understood why.
Yoru was always alone, and you were his only light. You saw him for who he was, flaws and all, and accepted him. You loved him, and he loved you. It was unfair. The only time he had someone who he cared about so much, and fate takes them away from him. He didn’t know if he could keep your promise; he couldn’t survive knowing you weren’t by his side anymore.
He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t bear with the pain. He wanted to believe that you were still here, lying on the bed with him. He repeated the same memories over and over again, just so he could feel you here. He just wanted you back. He just wanted you to hug him and say that everything that happened was just a nightmare.
Your dying smile, the same smile that he loved, will forever haunt him, for every second he is awake and asleep.
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Wholesome Sonic and Tails Once Again!
I have testing today! I'm scared! Anyway, fic time! It ends very abruptly because I had no idea what else to write lol. Hope you enjoy it!
After everything that happened on Starfall Islands, one would think Sonic could deal with anything that was thrown his way. Sonic himself was confident in that statement. Which is why he hates how he doesn’t know how to deal with one thing, his feelings. Feelings were never his thing and honestly he never really knew what to do when negative ones came out.
He has felt negative emotions before. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t. He’s been scared, nervous, upset, the whole lot but he never let any of them keep him down long. So, it made him confused on why his heart ached watching Tails pack away some of his most important equipment in a large case.
“Hey, Sonic, you mind grabbing me that contraption behind ya? I wanna work on it while I’m gone.”
“Alright, I gotcha.”
Sonic picked up the contraption and handed it to Tails with a small smile on his face. He lied earlier when he said he didn’t know what he was feeling. He knows damn well what it is but he doesn’t feel like admitting it.
Tails is going out on his own and Sonic won’t be there.
It wouldn’t be the first time Tails went out on his own adventure but something just felt different this time. This time Sonic won’t be near when Tails is exploring the world on his own. This time Tails won’t be gone for a week but months instead.
This time, Sonic is watching instead of acting. Watching as Tails grows up. Sonic remembers back when he first found Tails. The fox stuck to his side like glue and Sonic allowed him to stick. He taught the fox everything he knows and now…
Now Tails is taking a big, humongous step in his life.
And Sonic will only be able to witness it.
Sonic let out a light sigh as Tails zipped his suitcase shut. He stretched a bit before turning and facing Sonic.
Sonic raised a brow, “Got everything?”
“Almost.” Was Tails simple answer as he “dusted off” his hand despite the workshop being as clean as it could possibly be.
“Almost? What else could there be? You’re taking half the workshop!”
Tails puffed his cheeks, “No I’m not! I’m taking, like, ten things!”
Sonic chuckled, “You sure? This place feels barren to me!”
Tails let out a groan as Sonic chuckled some more, “You’re so dramatic.”
“It’s part of my charm!”
“What charm?”
Sonic sent Tails a glare, “I’ll have you know I have a ton of charm.”
“Mmm, nah don’t see it.”
“Why you-”
Sonic pulled Tails over to him and immediately trapped him in a light headlock and began giving him a light noogie.
“Gah! Sonic!”
Tails broke from his hold with ease before trying to fix his fur, “...Meanie.”
“Hey, you’re leaving! I feel like I deserve to noogie you at least one more time.”
“You can noogie me when I come back!”
Sonic simply rolled his eyes in response, “Yyyeah, but that won’t be for a while and my patience to noogie you is non-existent.”
Tails let out a huff, “Not my fault you don’t have patience in general.”
Sonic let out a fake dramatic gasp, “I do too have good patience in general!”
“Do not!”
“How would ya know?”
“Sonic, I’ve lived with you for years. You think I wouldn’t know how far your patience can stretch?”
Sonic rolled his eyes again, “Can’t be that bad.”
Tails simply sent Sonic a look that spoke for him. Sonic sighed and shook his head before Tails and him both broke out into laughter. Once they calmed down Sonic’s brain remembered what started the conversation in the first place.
“So, what else do you need before you leave?”
Tails paused before letting out a sigh, “It ain’t much, I can grab it before I leave.”
“Sure you won’t forget it?”
“It’s kinda hard to forget.”
“What, is it, like, the Miles Electric?”
“Sonic, I packed that up first. I would be a fool not to.”
“Well, geez! How am I supposed to know that!”
Tails raised a brow, “Cause you’ve been watching me pack this entire time?”
“You put way too much trust in my memory.”
At that Tails let out a sigh, “Chaos, what will you do without me?”
“...I don’t know.”
Sonic leaned his back against the table he was near and Tails gave him a confused look wondering why the mood in the room seemed to lower.
“Gee, I don’t think I've ever seen you this upset before.”
“I’m not upset! Just…I don’t know. You know me and my feelings, bro, I ain’t good at them.”
Tails sighed, “It’s just going to be a few months. And even then I’m going to be calling almost every weekend.”
“I know! That’s why I am so confused about things! Gah, emotions are weird! Why can’t they, I don’t know, be like running!”
“I agree, emotions suck. Why can’t they simply be normal? Why must feelings be, gasp, feelings!?”
“Feelings need to learn how to read the room…and my brain.”
Both brothers laughed at that.
“I’d fistfight my feelings if they were a person,” Tails admitted like it was his darkest secret.
“Feelings is, like, that one annoying guy that comes and bothers you during either really big events or the smallest thing.”
“Big events are understandable but then sometimes it’s just- Why am I suddenly sad while making myself a snack! Did the snack personally send an encoded message to my brain or something?” Tails broke down laughing at the end of his sentence and Sonic joined him.
“The snack wants your tears because all of the snacks you eat are always dry.”
“No, they’re not!”
“Yes, they are!”
The mood in the room went back to normal as Tails and Sonic proceeded to continue talking about how awful each other’s snack tastes were. Everything had to calm down, however, when Tails picked up the suitcase and proceeded to pack it into the Tornado. The sun was high in the air as Tails did a quick check-up on the Tornado to make sure it was alright to go.
“Got everything? Did everything?” Sonic asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
“Almost, I need to do one more thing,” Tails answered.
“Well, what is it-”
Sonic was cut off as Tails ran right at him, wrapping his arms around the hedgehog in a tight squeeze. Sonic immediately returned the hug and the brothers stood their ground for a solid minute before Tails spoke up.
“I love you bro.”
Silence only lasted a few seconds before Sonic chuckled, “Ew, sentimental words.”
Tails immediately pulled himself away, “Nevermind.”
“I was joking! I love ya, bro!” Sonic quickly responded as Tails let out a laugh.
“I know, I know.”
Silence made a comeback as Sonic and Tails stared the other down with smiles on their faces.
“Well, this is goodbye partner,” Sonic sighed.
“Yep. Once again, I’ll be calling on the weekends!” Tails shouted as he sat himself down in the pilot seat.
“If you don’t I’ll find you! That’s a threat!” Sonic shouted back.
“I’ll beat you up! Don’t test me!”
“Try me, air boy!”
“That insult doesn’t make sense!”
“You don’t make sense!”
Tails grinned a cocky smirk before promptly shouting, “At least I am a cryptic on purpose!”
“What does that mean?!”
“You know what it means!”
“No!? I don’t!?”
“Byeee~!”
With those words Tails turned the plane on as Sonic kept shouting at him.
“What!? I can’t hear you over the plane!”
“I hate-love you!”
“I hate-love you as well!”
“I hope your trip is safe and satisfactory!”
“Thanks! I’ll call ya later!”
“Bye!”
“Bye!”
With those words the plane made its take-off and Sonic stood where he was until the plane was out of sight. Once it was, Sonic let out a groan as he felt like a weight was added to his body.
“Well this sucks, I’m going to crash on the couch.”
And then he did.
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#miles tails prower#tails the fox#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#wstw#unbreakable bond#sonic and tails#sonic frontiers#fanfic
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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL !
when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?
i joined in early (?) 2017. i had a lucky blue smith fc but that lasted for a hot minute and i ghosted LMAO. then i reapplied with astrid and as a bernadotte, i had sooo much fun <3 i don't remember ANYTHING, i'm sorry i just don't. i think irenton was still in its slowburn era. i was still in high school, about to graduate. now i have a master's degree and i'm working, crazy stuff!!!!
which characters have you written over the years ?
astrid, uriah 1.0 and 2.0, vitaliya, verona, francisco / francois, arvid, a dudley o'shaughnessy fc ( for 1 sec before ghosting )... i think that's everyone ???
what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?
i had a lot of fun writing chimei. i think it was the height of hshq for me so it really sticks out to me. idk if the bernadottes as a whole count as a plotline ? i'm such a sucker for them. the NUMBER one plotline though would be the russian plots vitya was part of. i think it's a sign of a good plotline when a 60-year-old character's threads are interesting and have me logging in.
i don't want to name every plot but i have to give a mention to italy's stuff. i picked up verona because there was a huge hole in the hshqverse since italy had no rep, and i figured i'd survive without any nephews and nieces but then you all came back and i was so overjoyed <3 verona's story became so much more fulfilling for me to write.
what about other people's plotlines ?
i know i was kinda involved but watching the basel thing evolve was super entertaining. i liked the whole thing from beginning to the end. as for smaller plots, i think the spanish fires fucking up first zhergi and the farnauld has to be my fave thing. it was so wild and i LOVED the fact that a 3 year-old-plotline still had an effect on current threads and in such a surprising way <3
who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?
astrid.... of course it's astrid. she was my age so i mirrored a lot of problems from my own life and made them hers. obviously they were exaggerated problems and shit but through astrid i got to write about emotions that were current to me. it was therapeutic and fun.
i've loved all of my characters a lot though. vitya was so special because she was a character like no other. i loved creating her backstory and i had so much fun working on her psyche. a former USSR with a modest background, now an extremely influential duchess ? i loveeed it. it was so different and writing her inner monologue was so satisfying.
if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?
i think the beginning of chimei. there was something about it. it moved naturally. i really miss the time.
is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?
i'd speed up ilstrid so that we would actually get to write them getting together. i'll take the blame for ilstrid never really taking off lmao sry about that evy. i also wanna say that ilstrid is one of my fave ships because it was so easy and not-at-all-stressful to develop. it may have not reached its end, we didn't get a satisfying ending but i think it was so much fun to portray that kind of a love story. i wasn't a fan of friends-to-lovers trope but ilstrid is still one of my fave ships <3
what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?
ilstrid akfndsjkgbsnjg but also i think i would have enjoyed writing verona as the grand duchess of austria too. i do regret never applying for an austrian. it was something that "i'll do later" and never did it. it was partly because i didn't have a plotline for an austrian and couldn't naturally come up with one :(
what is your favourite ooc memory ?
when we brought the zulus. i don't think anything topped it. we made some really fucking shady and weird online chatroom to figure out the zulus' backstory and it was so much fun. i hadn't been that excited for something in a long time!!!
and i think i'll have to mention all of the late nights of chatting with people. it was a big part of the hshq experience. we were all actual friends and i loved joking around.
and i'll say it here now because this is so embarrassing but honestly i've always felt so appreciated when people have used the term naomi'd. it felt like a nickname fkjsgnjkgn and i'm glad i never upset anyone with my pushiness skdgngj
where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?
i'll disappear, i'm sorry but i think it's inevitable. i've enjoyed the chats and like i said i've loved to joke around but i'm not a person who really does online relationships. hshq was an exception and it'll stay as one. if you guys ever start writing again, pls im me or @ me. if it's meant to be, i'll stumble upon the message at the right time <3
what else would you like to say ?
oh dear ! i have so much to say but not enough words to express my feelings ! seven years is a long time to be part of something and i never expected to remain here for such a long time. i've been allowed to write and plot and create complex and inspiring plotlines with you, and i think it's been exceptional. hshq was something else among rpgs. anyone who has been part of this, has to agree. i think it says a lot that even though the dash died, on the very day of closing, six or so members did the final task. and i have a feeling we'll see many 058 and 059 tasks this week.
i've laughed a lot with you, i've stayed up until the little hours just to be part of the experience, i've cried at your writing... i think honesty hours will be the epitome of joy for me. they always made me laugh and the energy was unbeatable. hshq has given me so much joy and has taught me a lot ! about people, about writing, about the english language and photoshop !!! you guys have no fucking idea how grateful i am of this experience and i wish i could relive it --- and that's a really good sign. sometimes we are glad to reach the ending but i don't think that applies here. this spring will feel different and this week will feel horrible. i have to admit, i'm not exactly ready for this and it feels so silly because it was 'just rp' aksfdbjdsgs
thank you everyone for these years, the late nights and the amazing experience <3
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I have returned! Due to an unfortunate fever (still has it), I've not been able to write a continuation, but here I am! Back at it again with Primordial Life Cookie!
Also fair disclaimer : Primordial Life Cookie uses They/Them here for the fic. Also I'm gonna use my own interpretation of the witches lore here (I haven't played ovenbreak yet sobs). And my feverish state kinda forgot how many witches exactly are there but we're just gonna go with one in honour of the Gacha Witch
Enjoy this fic I made with half-fever in one go!
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They've watched the witches as they mix the ingredients and roll out the batter to cut it into cookie forms. They watched in fascination as the tray got filled with cookies dough and went into the burning oven. Who would have thought that something so hot and dangerous is an important piece to the creation of Cookies ?
"Are these Cookies gonna turn out like me as well ?" They asked their creators, as they fly closer to the door of the oven, trying to take a peek inside.
Their creator laughed, "Oh no, my sweet! Those are going to be for tonight's banquet"
They tilted their head, "We are having cookies...for banquets ?" They nervously asked
The witch chuckled, "Oh don't you worry yourself sweet thing. These cookies are not alive! Think of it as...," the witch hummed as they tapped on their lip, "eating an empty husk! Y'know, like what happened to the others on the same tray you were in"
They remember. They were the only one who "survived" when the witches finally managed to create the perfect batch of life powder. They remember seeing other cookies on the tray, but they don't speak, don't move, and simply...just there. Just shaped baked dough.
Perhaps it was a good thing that being re-baked with the Ultimate Dough didn't manage to erase their earliest memories.
"I-i see..." They muttered as they flew down to the counter away from the oven. "And may I ask why we are having a banquet ?
"For the gathering, of course!" The witch answered as she quickly went back to work to make another batch, "We sweets witches all gathered here once in a thousand years. And it is simply my pleasure for me to be the host of our humble reunion."
The Cookie's eyes picked with interest, they hovered above the bowl to see the making process, but not too close to disturb the witch, "There are other kinds of witches ?"
She hummed, "Witches have all the same rules and knowledge, but most based themselves on their speciality. Potion-witches, love witches, hex-witches. And so on."
The witch took a moment to crack their back—Primodial Life Cookie had gotten used to this scene— before continuing on with their baking. "Now, will you be a dear for me and help me with the batter ?"
The Cookie grinned with excitement, like a little kid who just got a free bag of candy, " Can I !?"
The witch just waved their hand to bring more ingredients and baking equipment to the table, "The banquets startin' soon and I wanna make as many cookies as possible. Just follow the recipe book over there and you'll be fine", the witch said as she took out the dough and grabbed the rolling pin.
Primordial Life Cookies quickly make their way to the recipe book and quickly get started. "Let's see... The first step is..."
Primoridal Life Cookie!!! Also I love her interaction with the witch here, and I also (most of the time at least) headcanon that the cookies at the banquet weren't alive, but it's probably easy for the living cookies to mistake them as so. Overall I love this and I hope you get better from your fever soon!!
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I want to see the show
@lautski-week day 4 - Fireworks
Warnings: none / read on AO3 here
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"They're running a fireworks display down at the docks!" Pete came running up to his friends, a flyer in his hand. They never did anything interesting enough in Hatchetfield, not enough to worth noting, anyway. So this was exciting.
Richie's eyes lit up. "When?"
"At the weekend! I might go, y'know? You guys coming with?"
"I'm down!"
"Me too!" Ruth grinned, grabbing the flyer when Pete offered it out. She and Richie looked it over together, committing the date, time and location to memory as best as they could.
While they were occupying themselves with that, Pete glanced over to Steph to see if she would be joining him. He swore she looked nervous, but he didn't want to find himself mistaken. She met his eye, and then immediately went to find the flyer with a rapid glance. He tried to get anything else off her, but it was as if any nervousness she did hold, she was hiding.
That wasn't brought up again until they were all walking home. Pete deliberately hung back and eventually managed to get Steph to do the same. "So... Are you gonna be there?"
"I dunno, Pete..."
"This about your dad?"
"No, it's just-" She glanced ahead, to see whether Ruth and Richie were paying attention. When she found out they weren't, she sighed. "I don't do too well with... y'know, loud noises and stuff..."
For a moment, Pete tried to recall what music he remembered Steph listening to. She tended to prefer the kind with guitar heavy backgrounds, didn't she? And there'd been more than one occasion where he thought he could hear what she was listening to through her headphones. "Really?"
As if she'd read his mind, she added, "yeah, most people don't really think about it, cos I like rock, but y'know, I can manage that. It's different with music."
He nodded as if he understood. In a way, he sort of did. Having control over something always felt better than not being able to manage it and feeling overwhelmed when it happened. On one hand, he really wanted Steph to be there, and he wanted it to be all of them, but on the other hand, the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable in any capacity. And that had to include taking into account the fact that she couldn't deal with loud environments.
"I know it's weird, it's a weird mix."
"No, no I know what you mean. You don't actually have the music loud if you don't feel like it, but fireworks come in one volume and... That's kinda it."
She hummed, almost apologetic. Pete wanted to reassure her that she had nothing to apologise for. "I guess it'd be fine if we were further away, but the docks isn't exactly a large place, and I don't think I'd be able to get back far enough..."
"It's okay-"
"I wanna go, Pete, I do! I like hanging out with you guys."
Suddenly, Pete had an idea. He smiled slightly, and reached for her hand. "If we can make it work, would you come?"
"If you can make it work?"
"Just trust me!"
Steph was the first to leave the group on the way back home. Pete caught up with Ruth and Richie, going over his idea in his head to make sure it didn't sound like complete bullshit when he said it out loud. She liked hanging out with them... So, he had to make an effort to make it worth it. If she wanted to hang out with them, they could totally make this work!
"Hey, guys, can I ask you something?"
Ruth slowed her pace, and glanced up at Pete. She could see that his mind was starting to race, and before he started going too fast, she nodded, wanting to let him get his ideas out. "Okay.. Sure, what d'you wanna ask?"
"I dunno whether I should be telling you guys this, it's not really my business, but it's about Steph. She wants to come at the weekend, but she's not really good at dealing with loud spaces, if you know what I mean... So, I was wondering, could we get somewhere we could still see the docks from, so she could still come and we could still see the fireworks?"
He fully rejoined their little gathering. Richie looked a little surprised at the news, but he was thinking about it too, if not to try and figure out a place where both of those things could happen at the same time. It was very obvious that Pete liked Steph, and maybe it was the other way around too. He knew that he was certainly warming up to her, she was really nice when she wasn't hanging around the other cool kids...
"So, somewhere high up, where we could still see the docks, but maybe far enough that we can't hear them so well?"
"Exactly!"
"You're really thoughtful, you know that? That's real sweet..." He smiled over at Pete, who rubbed the back of his hand and smiled back. "We can probably make that work, though, in any case."
They bounced ideas off each other for a while, crossing off places because they were too far away or the view wasn't good enough. Eventually, Pete realised something that he should've realised a long time ago. "I don't know what I've been thinking, I literally live in an apartment block about a quarter mile from the docks."
"Your brother would let us use his apartment?"
"I mean, maybe not? But we could go sit on the roof. I've got a speaker, we could make a little show of it!"
"I like it! I can bring blankets, if you want!" Ruth offered eagerly. Her backpack was too large at the best of times, there was definitely a chance that she could squeeze a blanket in there if she wanted.
"Blankets, huh?" Pete raised an eyebrow, but he was still smiling. "And Richie, you live close enough to the store... Could you do us a snack run on your way?"
"Sure!"
So, it was decided. As soon as Pete got home, he called Steph and updated her on everything the three of them had laid out in the course of their journey home. She had to pretend to be totally chill about it, but on the inside, her heart was doing somersalts. She couldn't believe that Pete would consider doing something like that just so she could hang out with them too.
"You really don't have to, y'know," she'd insisted, but Pete was having none of it.
"I know, but we all want you here, and besides, it might be fun!" he'd answered, and she'd felt a little warmer at that.
The weekend rolled around. Ruth arrived at Pete's first, and he had completely lost track of the days, fully unaware that the fireworks display was tonight.
"Pete... door." Ted's knock on his bedroom door came hard as usual, and yet Pete was still startled by it every time he did it. This time was no exception.
"Huh?"
"One of your friends, the one with the braces. She said somethin' about fireworks?"
"Oh shit. That's today?"
"Y'mean the one own the docks? Didn't know you were going..."
"I'm... Not. Not really. Long story." Pete rushed out of his room and towards the front door, where Ruth was indeed waiting, just inside. So, Ted did have the liberty to let her in, then... To him, it didn't look like she'd brought the blankets as she'd said, and he considered the version of this where the two of them dragged his off his bed and up the stairs to the roof. "Uh, where's the-"
Ruth took off her backpack and unzipped the main compartment. Inside, rolled to an incredibly neat size and packed close together were not one but two blankets. Pete's eyes widened involuntarily.
"Jesus Christ, how did you do that?"
"Took everything else outta my bag and let my mom help me roll them. She's real good at stuff like that."
"They're perfect. Thanks so much! We can wait around in my room till everyone else shows up."
Ruth was first through the door. On his way in, Pete leaned out towards the kitchen and shouted, "Are you going to the fireworks?"
"Some guy at work invited us, yeah... We might be out a while, I think he's looking to get his drink on." Ted answered. "Why's yours a long story?"
"We're gonna watch them from here? On the roof."
He could almost literally hear Ted thinking that one over. It almost took him way too long to figure out that they could actually do that and make it work, too.
Just then, there was another knock at the door. Pete scrambled to get it this time, because if Ted opened the door to Steph, he'd probably refuse to believe she was even standing there waiting for Pete. As it happened, it was her. Ted was clearly in the background, trying not to make himself look like he was startled at who he saw when Pete opened the door. If he wasn't startled then, he certainly was when Pete pulled the girl into a hug that she returned.
"I still can't believe you've put this together for me," Steph couldn't help the grin spread on her face. As she and Pete parted, she glanced over his shoulder and saw his brother staring. She subtly motioned this to Pete, who turned around quickly and flushed bright red.
"Jesus CHRIST, TED!"
Ted just laughed. Mainly, that was an attempt at staving off the fact that his nerdy little brother just hugged a girl who looked that cool. God damn, were they- had Pete really scored himself a girlfriend without telling?
Pete showed Steph to his room. "Richie text a few minutes ago. He's gonna be a bit late, but we're still gonna be able to catch the fireworks. I told him half an hour earlier than I should've... He's always running late."
Steph chuckled, considering taking a seat on Pete's bedroom floor. He'd taken the office chair, and Ruth had one corner of his bed. He motioned towards the bed, clearly seeing what she was about to do, and she took a seat on the end. While the three of them were chatting, idly winding away the time, he stood up on the chair and pulled what looked like an old radio from a cardboard box on top of his shelves.
"That's your speaker?" Ruth asked in awe. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"
"It was an arcade prize years ago... Couple thousand tickets at Pizza Pete's, y'know how it is." He set the thing on the desk and turned it on to see if it still worked. It crackled, seemingly uncertainly, and then a light appeared on the top beside the buttons. He smiled. "God, it really won't give in, will it?"
Richie arrived within ten minutes, his bag overflowing with various snacks. That's why they'd assigned him to the snack run, he always knew how to pack the best ones... The three of them met him in the hallway, carting their various items. Ruth and Steph each had a blanket bundled under their arms, and Pete had his speaker, having made sure it was at least a little bit charged before they went. He absently yelled a goodbye towards Ted, and then led the way up the staircase towards the roof.
"He's a strange one, your brother, isn't he?" Steph commented, shooting a look towards the door as they walked away.
"I never told him I was seeing you, I think we gave him the shock of a lifetime." Pete laughed.
"You didn't tell him?"
"I haven't had the chance yet, he's been busy! Well, he definitely knows now, and if he's not too hungover tomorrow, I'm definitely gonna get asked about it."
"I still can't believe you two are official!" Ruth sighed wistfully. "Like, that's so cool!"
Neither could he. This was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he felt luckier every day to be by her side. cos she was a friend too, it was always more than a date to him. She was someone to laugh to, someone to share obscenely large buckets of popcorn with during shitty movies, someone to text at stupid hours because he was drunk and lovesick.
Well, not drunk. It was one night... And he'd only drank in the first place because he'd met people on a day out looking at colleges and they'd suggested getting to know each other over drinks. But he did end up texting her, regardless of how it was he'd ended up like that.
"You wouldn't think it was cool if I was drunk texting you at 2:30 in the morning." He muttered.
"You didn't..."
"He did. Bunch of nerds from Michigan let him come drinking with them, then he got to the hotel room and I got... it all." Steph managed a laugh. She still had the texts, though she didn't think Pete knew that. They were sweet to her, and he'd been so sincere in every word he'd written.
"You didn't get the hangover the next morning..." He defended as he pushed open the door to the roof and led the group outside.
The roof wasn't really a huge space, not compared to the inside. There was a little square of concrete that Steph presumed only covered the central staircase. In fact, the rest of the roof was just below them, but it was a fair jump down, and she didn't suspect there'd be a way back up that wasn't through someone's window. But, they really could make do with this.
She and Ruth set out the blankets, and the four of them took a seat in a direction that roughly faced the docks. She could see the lake from here, so they were definitely looking in the right direction. Really, this was a nice spot, and really was everything Pete had detailed to her on the phone. She wished she wasn't already grinning like an idiot so she could really show her appreciation for him.
He worked on connecting the speaker, and the first firework shot into the sky, exploding in a flash of red light. It wasn't long before music filled the space between the four of them, and she realised that she could barely hear the fireworks at all. "This is... It's perfect." She leaned back, letting her hands plunge into the soft fibres of the blanket underneath her. Pete grinned, reaching out for her hand.
"Glad we could help," Richie hummed, digging into his backpack for a little bag of popcorn. "He did mean it, y'know, we want you to hang out as much as possible. Not just cos it makes us look cooler-"
She laughed. "But you think it does?"
"Oh, without a doubt. You're the coolest part of any of this."
#lautski week#stephanie lauter#peter spankoffski#starkid#void offering#i am living to project audiosensitivity onto steph#its what im here for
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AHWM - A Voicemail to the Captain
You knew you would be busy. You knew you would be floored with responsibilities that seemed far greater than anything you could have expected. Yet, when caught in the middle of it all, you found yourself constantly surprised at the limits you needed to push yourself to. Being the most important person on the ship had a lot of responsibilities, and that was not including the mess with the crystal!
But, at last, you found a quiet moment where you could flee to your cabin to take a nap. Unfortunately, being too hasty meant you bumped against your desk while struggling to take off one boot, and something clattered to the floor. You spun around and realised it was your phone. Thankfully, it was unharmed despite the fall.
By right, you should have kept your phone off. There was no reason to waste the battery while in space. Instead, it became a virtual memory book. You would take time to look through photos of family and friends and remember what mattered most in your life. It would be a nice opportunity to do just that once your second boot was off.
Instead of your usual lock screen greeting you, there was a notification:
“1 New Voicemail”.
It was dated from three hours ago. But how? There was no coverage. In fact, your phone still displayed the error that there was no coverage at the top of the screen. Yet, somehow, someone had gotten through.
You sat on your bed and called voicemail.
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"Oh shit. I, uh, I didn't think I'd get through.”
You gasped. It was Yancy.
“I was so sure youse’s phone wouldn’t be reachable but I wanted to try anyway. Ain’t like I got anyone else to phone, right? Uh…Y’know what, fuck it. I’m leaving a long-ass voicemail for youse to get to when youse get the chance. It’s October 30th… Uh, 2022. We met this day a few years ago, and I’s been thinking. It’s weird not having youse around. Not in a bad way! I mean, I don’t want you giving up on this dream of youse’s just ‘cause I miss seeing a friendly face. It’s more like… Well, being in prison, you gets to be used to seeing certain people, y’know? Like, there’s the Gang, and then there’s the staff that rotate depending on they’s shifts. But I ain’t used to having people on the outside, so not being able to see someone is just… Kinda weird for me.
But I’s been good since youse last came to visit as part of space camp. The song’s coming along great. Youse is gonna love it, I think. Bam-Bam confidently called it a ‘bop’ when he heard it so I’m taking that as a good sign. A shame youse couldn’t stick ‘round a bit longer but I gets it. There’s a lot to do with all that space stuff, and I ain’t gonna pretend I understand it. Youse looked like you was under pressure anyway, like you had somewhere else youse needed to be. Heh, guess that comes with the territory of doing important space stuff, eh?”
You winced, You had hoped he would have forgotten that. You felt bad being pulled away before you could really do anything.
“I’ve been listening to the news a lot more on my little radio. Normally, I hate doing that sorta thing. I don’t care what folks get up to out there. But I wanna know when there’s news ‘bout the space trip. I know, I know, it’s slow. Can’t help it though. Wanna make sure youse is safe out there! Not like I can go kick an alien’s ass on youse’s behalf. And yeah, I know you can kick ass just fine youseself, but youse is also a very important somebody out there. Can’t risk you landing in extra trouble - youse probably has gotten in trouble by the time you hear this, heh.
It’s a shame there ain’t no way to write letters, or even emails. I’d try and figure out how they work if it can reach youse. I mean, I’m leaving a voicemail. That shit’s ‘sposed to be impossible, but - hey!”
You snickered as you heard shuffling and voices in the background. It was distant, but you were nearly sure you catch Yancy snapping “Fuck off! Call them yourself, you cheapass bum!” in the background. Going by the faint voices, you were of the belief it was Tiny and Sparkles McGee poking fun at him.
“Sorry. Certain assholes-” Yancy’s voice grew faint for that word, giving you the impression he had turned his head to insult them, “- had decided it’d be funny to try and hijack my call. Nuh uh. I don’t got another chance to do this call any time soon and I ain’t gonna waste it ‘cause someone wants to share their fart jokes. What was I saying before that… Oh yeah. Once you gets to the new planet, if it’s possible, think you could write a letter or something? Just so I knows you got there safe. I-I mean, not that I’m super worried or nothing, but, ah…” He fumbled over his words, and you are almost sure he really was worried. “It’s for parole, see. One of the parts of the application is to say what you intends to do, and I’ve been thinking ‘bout it and… I thought I’d go on the next shuttle, if there is one. I got nothing worth going out there for, but that don’t mean I can’t look to a whole new place, right?”
A familiar automated voice interrupted to announce there were only two minutes left in the call, and it seemed to snap Yancy to reality.
“Look, uh… Fuck. You best be keeping safe out there, ‘aight? Don’t be getting into fights where youse is unarmed and outnumbered. And, er… Keep being you. I’m proud of youse, and I hope they get to see that youse is such an amazing individual who can really bring about change just by being you. And, for what it’s worth? I… I miss-”
The line abruptly cut, signalling the end of the allocated time. Immediately, you choose to save the voicemail. It would be comforting having a little piece of home so far away. Then, after a moment of hesitation, you decided to play it again, if only to have that moment of normality in the midst of the chaos.
#ahwm yancy#writersofmark#yancy the prisoner#a heist with markiplier#self-insert#(can be platonic or romantic)
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explaining a oc thing I made for undertale (or any fandom really)
I’ve made some videos about them on my tiktok if u wanna see them! Kinda wanna make this a ARG or smth
silly guy named [REDACTED] is not from anywhere, technically their outside it all. Their only limit to existence is technology, not able to leave devices but can travel within it.
[REDACTED] is an entity really, and entities can go into fandoms and insert themselves into it as a character. But it acts more as a vessel for them, they do this for many reasons.
Food (different entities feed off of different things, emotions, attention, etc.)
For their or the viewers entertainment (they are aware they’re being watched)
they need a home and a fandom or place, it helps them exist.
they get a attachment or infatuated with the fandom or character(s)
some entity’s can take a liking to a character so much they insert themselves into the characters body, altering them depending how good they are at possessing someone:
if they’re sloppy it’s fairy obvious since the character will have some features the entity had.
if they a expert you wouldn’t notice any changes aside from small habits that can be brushed off.
all entities have a ‘human’ form, or at least a form that fits into the world’s aesthetic they’re currently in. So they can’t change Willy nilly into whatever they want, it’s either their true form or their human form.
[REDACTED] didn’t have a home to settle in for a while, hopping between several that none caught their eye. But eventually found UNDERTALE, the one world they became infatuated with.
[REDACTED] forcefully inserted themselves into that timeline, altering the memories of the characters into believing they’ve been friends for years even though they just met.
But of course eventually thanks to sans natural awareness he was able realise [REDACTED] wasn’t the friendly human they made themselves seem thanks to the slip ups they constantly made.
he couldn’t remember how they met, when they moved in with sans and his brother. Whenever he calls their ‘name’ (rad) they are often slow to respond, as if it’s not their real name.
when [REDACTED] see’s he’s catching on they immediately ‘reset’ the world, how they do this is by killing all the characters and then rebuild them from the pieces. altering the world and the characters slightly each time so they only remember what they want them to remember
it’s basically this video here
Y/n is a entity that lives in undertale before [REDACTED] had came along, though y/n did not know they weren’t originally from this world and also a entity, this whole time they thought themselves human.
[REDACTED] Watches from the sidelines when y/n’s vessel dies of old age due to being so convinced their human their body follows along with the role. A entities mindset affects their life gradually.
[REDACTED] re-inserts themselves into sans life to ‘bring y/n back to life’ despite not particularly liking them, only doing it to bring out the vulnerable feelings of sans desperately trying to get his lover back, At the cost of [REDACTED] possessing his body slowly over time.
ofc [REDACTED] isn’t really gonna bring y/n back, making sans have false hope and a reason he can’t leave [REDACTED] or else there’s no chance to bring back y/n
During this phase whenever sans messes up or tries to stop [REDACTED] will kill him before resetting and trying to start again, each time the universe is a bit more different than the original. And each time sans remember’s the resets and what [REDACTED] did to him bit by bit
whenever sans dies he briefly meets y/n in limbo, and always forgets about it when he’s brought back.
eventually sans remembers too much and actually snaps from the intense feelings and having a part of what [REDACTED] in him, sans was tipped over the edge and killed [REDACTED] by pushing them off the bridge, making it look like a suicide.
traumatised with awareness of the resets, how he’ll never get y/n back, just killing someone AND having a piece of that person still inside you sans slowly started to succumb to the urges [REDACTED] still had over him through the unfinished possessing thingy.
sans is unfortunately able to see visions and hallucinations of [REDACTED] so commonly he’s only annoyed by it at this point, kinda like dust sans and papyrus.
sans doesn’t tell anyone about this and keeps it to himself while [REDACTED] slowly takes over him.
!uoy teem ot eciN
#Oc rant#might change some of it later#Inspired by the Mandela catalog a lil bit#omnipresence#undertale#undertale oc#[REDACTED]#rad writes#rads art
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Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | Chapter 1: VELUDO STATION MEMORY ✕ Sakuya Sakuma
Sakuya: Put this book away over here, and…
Sakuya: Huh, this is… the issue of “VELUDO” when I was on the cover!
Sakuya: That’s so nostalgic. I remember doing the photo shoot while the staff gave me advice.
Sakuya: (Wait, but I’m in the middle of tidying up right now! I can read it later, I’ll move on to where I have things stored next.)
Sakuya: (That reminds me, I need to think about what I want to do my article on for the web edition of “VELUDO”.)
*Something falls*
Sakuya: Hm? Something just fell…
Sakuya: This is--.
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
Manager: Hmmh~m ♪ Cleaning, cleaning~♪ Pretending not to see the fine details~♪
Izumi: Hey, don’t pretend not to see them, do it right!
Sakuya: Manager!
Manager: Sakuma-kun? What’s up with that box you’re holding?
Sakuya: I was cleaning up in my room and found some really nostalgic stuff! I found something I just had to show you and…
Sakuya: Remember when you… wait, h-huh? Where did it go? I swore I put it in this box…
Sakyo: …Is this what you’re looking for?
Sakuya: Sakyo-san!
Sakyo: It was on the ground over there.
Sakuya: Sorry, I must’ve dropped it. Thank you so much!
Sakyo: What’s with those pocket tissues anyway?
Izumi: Pocket tissues?
Izumi: (There’s a small advertisement on the tissues. “MANKAI Company! Now Recruiting Theater Troupe Members!”...)
Izumi: This is unmistakably a design by the manager…
Manager: Uwoah! That’s a blast from the past!
Sakyo: I know that badly designed ads are a very Matsukawa-like idea, but… what the hell?
Sakuya: …The manager gave me these tissues on the first day I came to Veludo Way.
*Flashback*
Announcement: “The doors are closing.”
Sakuya: (I’ll be there soon…)
Announcement: “Next stop, Veludo~, Veludo~.”
Sakuya: --.
Sakuya: (I’m almost there. To the place I’ve always longed to go to--!)
· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·
Sakuya: Waah…!
Sakuya: (This is it, the holy land of theater…)
Troupe Member A: “Alright, I’m gonna build the best invention ever!”
Troupe Member B: “Aah, my beloved…! How can I possibly convey to you how I feel?”
Spectator A: I knew this troupe would be good~.
Spectator B: I wanna see their next play! Let’s go get a flyer.
Sakuya: (This must be a street act. There really is theater going on everywhere in town.)
Sakuya: (I wonder if I’ll ever be able to act like that one day.)
Sakuya: Umm, MANKAI Company should be… that way.
Sakuya: (I saw that they had a posting on their site that they were taking applications for a live-in theater troupe and I applied without a second thought.)
Sakuya: (I’m sure there’ll be auditions or something. I’m kinda nervous…)
???: KYAAH!!
Sakuya: !?
Spectator A: …Is that a street act too?
Spectator B: It must be, otherwise he wouldn’t have fallen down in such a cartoonish way like that.
Sakuya: (Is it… really a street act?)
Shaggy-haired Man: Ow, ow, ow…
Sakuya: U-Um, are you okay?
Shaggy-haired Man: T-Thank you! I was so distracted by these boxes that I didn’t notice the step and fell.
Sakuya: Are you hurt? I hope whatever is in those boxes didn’t break either or something.
Shaggy-haired Man: Yes, I’m okay! And what’s in the boxes isn’t breakable anyway!
*Rustling*
Shaggy-haired Man: Here, these are promotional pocket tissues~. I’d love for you to take one!
Sakuya: MANKAI Company, Now Recruiting Theater Troupe Members…?
Manager: Yep! I’m actually the manager of the troupe… I thought that tissues would be easier to hang on to than flyers.
Sakuya: …Um! I’m Sakuya Sakuma!
Sakuya: I recently applied to MANKAI Company after seeing you were taking applications on your website!
Manager: Huh!? You’re Sakuma-kun!? Well, what are the odds~.
Manager: I’m glad to see that you’re so lively and kind. Please to be working with you from this moment on, Sakuma-kun!
Sakuya: Huh!? R-Right!
*Flashback end*
Sakuya: And in the end, I decided to join the troupe as it was.
Sakyo: I see.
Izumi: So you never really auditioned, after all.
Sakuya: Back then, MANKAI Company was just me and the manager.
Sakuya: But I’m really glad that I have so many friends now.
Manager: Yep, yep, same here!
Izumi: Fufu, right.
Manager: I never thought I’d end up living with the same Furuichi-san who tried to destroy our theater with an excavator~.
Sakyo: If you hadn’t been wastin’ so much money back then, I wouldn’t have had to get the excavator out in the first place.
Sakyo: Typically, theater companies with no money don’t go outta their way to make tissues for advertisements and… blah, blah, blah…
Manager: Awahwhoa… b-but the past is in the past!
Sakuya: For me, these pocket tissues are also a memory.
Sakuya: It’s thanks to this that I can remember how excited I was when I first got off the train at Veludo Station!
Sakuya: …I’ve got it!
Sakuya: Can I use this as the topic for my article for the web series?
Izumi: Of course. I think it would make a very good article.
Manager: HUH!? So you’re going to write about me too!?
Manager: If that’s the case, could you say that I, MANKAI Company’s manager, am sensible and reliable…
Sakuya: Yeah! Understood!
Sakyo: Don’t make Sakuma tell lies.
Izumi: C’mon, just let him have a little something.
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Tag Game: People I’d like to get to know better
Got tagged by @missiletainnyt! I remember doing this exact tag game when I first started Tumblr on my old blog… I’m getting nostalgia 💖
People I’d like to tag are @bardivislak and @millipedish and @hungrydolphin91 (/j… unless ;) ) (also no pressure to you guys!)
And if you need a summary of Me, I am a tiny individual (my name literally means small) who has not good parents and also lots of ocs (take a peek at #you have no name owo?) which have not been paying rent since 2017 but I love them all ^^. I like to make art, whatever format of the month it ends up being— whiteboard markers, pen, writing, digital, coloured pencil, crochet, graphite are some of the things my long time mutuals have witnessed~
But let’s start with the questions 😄
Current Book I'm Reading: It’s simultaneously Anne of Green Gables and The Memory Police. The former was me trying to broaden my horizons and do some leisurely reading, after all, it’s supposed to help with writing! Kinda taking some advice from this blog as well, which I follow~ I’m enjoying it, as a fan of rich descriptive whimsy. The latter is my novel for school next year— my school has an obsession with dystopian novels, what with The Giver (despised) and The Hunger Games (interesting experience) being past books I’ve done. I’m not far enough to have an opinion, but I’m intrigued!
Last song I listened to: Kimino Ginno Niwa, the ending theme of the Rebellion Movie for Madoka Magica. It has a very hopelessly cyclical and carnival-like rhythm that really resonates with one certain arc out of five of my OCs’ story. Which. Dolphin might be able to sus that out ;). Also shout out to the Cassette Beasts ost, because I streamed it last night to V ^^
Currently Watching: Things need to align in the astral plane for me to watch things ^^;. The last thing I watched was Noragami… in… June? lol
Next on my Watchlist: For reasons listed above, I don’t really have one. But one day I will watch Akatsuki no Yona and Fukigen na Mononokean, one day……
Current Obsession: 3 weeks ago I would have said Cassette Beasts and especially Eugene, but idk. My fondness for Persona 4 has been rekindled as well, but generally when my OCs/head children are on the front burner like this it means I’ve fallen out of a hyperfixation 😅. I’m kinda waiting until December rolls over so I have time to draw something properly, but what that will be I have yet to tell… emil from dotnw? naoto from p4? I wanna do BOTH but alas… I am a one-at-a-time kind of girl… otherwise the piece gets abandoned entirely ahaha. I’m very slow at everything I do which doesn’t help ^^;
But this was fun! Thanks for having me!
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MASSIVE INFODUMP ABOUT THE CQ TRIO (Fresh, Geno, and Error) UNDER THE CUT!
i love them sm (some stuff might be wrong this is all from memory)
okay so the cq trio is 3 sanses that i adore to the maxium. CQ stands for Crayon Queen, who was the one who created all three! cq trio gets its nickname mainly from her, but i also call them that because of a fancomic called mcq (momma cq) that had them all as brothers, since they are all from the same creator. Fresh was the first to be made iirc, and he was created as a random one on a stream cq did. His nickname is also 90s piece of trash! He is not technically a sans, just a parasite that possesses other monsters, though it prefers skeletons bcs he can crawl thru their sockets, so they are easier to posses (this also allows for so many fusions of fresh and others, like fresh ink! who i hate (lovingly). Geno n error are the other 2, and are entirely linked. Geno was a classic sans who went through a ton of genocide runs, and in tryinf to stop them injected himself with determination ( which is. very bad for monsters.) he basically starts melting and gets killed again but. is able to use a save star to enter the save screen. freezing him in time so hes stuck between dying and not. He has an entire comic (search up aftertale if u wanna read ut which i highly recommend i love it sm) but he basically has 3 main outcomes; the common one in fanon but also in canon ending, where hes stuck in the save screen forever, the good ending which is the comics canon end, where he escapes the savescreen without dying and gets to live on the surface eith the rest of the undertale cast. and the half official canon ending? (i say half bcs it was never fully realized but. was confirmed to be going to happen by cq) where he does escape to the surface but messes around with his determination, accidently sending himself to the antivoid, where he glitches out, which wipes out his entire memory. WHICH BRINGS US THE 3RD BOY AND MY FAV FOR THE LONGEST (jazz hands),,,,, ERROR!!!!
Although his comic was never finished, cq confirmed he was intended to be geno in the past, though he doesnt remember it! He lives in the save screen and answes the voices (tumblr blog asks) to talk! hes. kinda insane but in a silly way! and is the self proclaimed destroyer of worlds! who assigned him this job? why, himself of coarse! and he is providing the multiverse with a great love by doing this (no he is not). hes self centered, has really bad mood swings, sees and hears things others cant (though they are real, others just cant see them), dissociates whenever he talks on certain things, and is overall! not okay! i love him so fucking much holy shit. so he has his own tumblr ask thing (which theres like an hour long dub on yt if u wanna watch it) but basically what it mostly shows is, he loves chocolate (he eats it with the wrapper on. he also has. 6 tongues? iirc) he also loves puppets! and makes puppets of different au sanses! and talks to them as if they are. people. mayber they are! idk! although he destroys aus he has a soft spot for 2, outertale because he loves the space and the stars, and undernovela, his favourite spanish soap opera au! (he does not speak spanish. nore does he get subtitles. hes quite literally stalking these people through portals and calling it a show.) he also has magic strings! which he uses to take the human souls from aus he destroys so they cant reset. he didnt always have them though :)
but he doesnt remember that! hes so so silly i lvoe him so much.
oh also he kidnapped and underswap sans and forced him to stay in the antivoid and the blue, kinda started to befriend him? but uh. he mad error mad so error left him alone in the void until blue started to glitch and hear the voices as well. though he still cant see the random tumblr blogger error left tied up in the antivoid, so who knows if thats real. but enough about blue!!! we jsut love the silly man error!!!!!!!
so blue tried to teavh him how to knit while they were in the antivoid, but erros really bad at it,, like really really reallyyyyy bad at it. and he despises it. but!!! its how they start bonding!!! he also loves loves loves to rob underfell because they have amazing spicy chocolate. he also just enjoys fucking with this one underfell sans by stealing his stuff and using his au as a trash dump! said sans is not aware of this and is confused about who tf is stealing his stuff and throwing trash at him. MORE FUN ERROR FACTS!!!! He also is very near sighted (like me :3) and has glasses tho he doesnt wear them much but hes so cute in them!! he also physically glitches out like a computer when stressed or emotion or just. sometimes- and his eyes get covered by errors meanign he can't see at all, during that he liked to play one man blind cats cradle! he also if he gets too stressed or glitched he will literally crashed and have to reboot- he also has haphephobia (fear of touch) n does not like being touched a lot or without warning, it makes him all glitchy as well! hes also a massive hypocrite constantly and is genuinely just. insane- but in a silly way!!!! its also heavily implied that his puppets are. the dead souls of ppl from aus, minus his sans classic, he doesnt destroy classic (aka undertale) timelines bcs its the original! but he calls the rest abominations (like underfell is abomination #13). its heavily implied bcs he called the blue he kidnapped (thats still alive. for now-) abomination #11 ! he also talked to his puppets like they are other people although he voices them- he also uses portals in a way to show past events to show his memories(?)(they are his memories but he. doesnt remember them. if that makes sense.) ALSO WITH HIS STRINGS!! IF HE GRABS THE SOULS OF LIVING BEINGS (LIKE BLUE) HE CAN PUPPETEER THEM AND USE THEIR BODY AND MAGIC TO ATTACK! WHICH IS. TERRIFYING!! Hes also like. deathly afraid of Fresh n despises him with his whole soul
i love the man baby so much
infodump over
#my massive infodump to a fren about the cq trio#can u tell whos my fav#hint#man baby#error sans#geno sans#fresh sans#crayon queen#infodump#undertale au#cqtrio#infodumping
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S1 E40
On the Run
This episode broke me.
I am...
I....
I am a broken creature & my heart has been thoroughly stomped into the ground.
This is....this is the best episode so far....but it's achieved the status of best by absolutely tearing me apart in every way & leaving my emotions as a pile of tear soaked dust.
Okay before we get to that: I have one thing to say....
GARNET HAS MASSIVE AND PLENTIFUL BALLS. Look this post ended up being a lot more personal & emotional than this blog usually has been so I'm giving you a balls joke to balance it out. I have a feeling that there will be more emotional venting if this episode is an indicator of what the rest of the show is like: we're gonna need all the dick & ball jokes we can muster up.
First off: easily the best musical number in the show so far. Yes even better than Pearl's solo number. And I do not say that lightly. That is a tough level to beat. And they did it. Steven & Amethyst take the gold medal for best song so far. 👌
ALSO OH MY GOD THESEE SHOTS THESE COLOURS THIS DJFJFNDIFJW ITS SO FUCKING GOOD????????
WHY DID SO MANY PEOPLE ON YOUTUBE TELL ME THIS SHOW HAS BAD ANIMATION WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT ARE WE WATCHING THE SAME SHOW?????? SURE THERES BEEN SOME WONKY DRAWINGS BUT MOST OF IT HAS BEEN VISUAL GOD TIER SHIT LIKE THIS. This episode was actually quite a step up in the animation compared to the previous ones. It's like the animators stepped on the gas here. I love it.
(Hey there uh so Trigger warning for this post just in case bc I do mention the topics of self harm/self hate/passive suic*de & that kinda stuff. So if that's not your thing, I'm really sorry & I understand if you wanna just stop reading here. If this isn't a topic you like to see mentioned at all, I'll just summarize my opinion here real quick & you can click away, I'm happy you're here at all btw thanks for reading this far!! & I want you to know you're valid for feeling this way btw: Don't let anyone tell you different. Anyways tldr I love this episode & how it tackles Amethysts character & it's the best episode so far & it made me cry really really bad & I am more of an emotional mess now than I usually am.)
So getting a bit personal here: I have said many times throughout my life that 'I never asked to be born'. I still think it now.
(Side Note but oh my god the animation in this fight was fucking incredible. Holy shit. And these shots go so fucking hard they COOKED this shit to perfection.)
Ive been depressed & passively suicidal for most of my life. I honestly cannot really recall a time where I didn't feel this way. I'm just kinda used to it by now I guess.
(This shot. This frame right here. This was when I had to pause the episode to calm down from how bad I was crying.)
So to hear Amethyst say the exact same thing that I have said so many times before: That broke me. That just fucking broke me. And like it's not the first time I cried at this show so far: BUT this IS the first time the show genuinely struck an such an extremely difficult & personal chord with me, not just like being sometihng I relate to, but the chord it struck was deep & painful enough that I had to actually pause the episode because of how much I needed to process it. Like I could not pay attention with how bad it made me break. So yeah it's now score 1 for the amount of times this show has fucking utterly destroyed me. Not every show is able to get me to react like THAT. The only other show in recent memory that got that reaction out of me that I can remember at the time of typing this is well, The Owl House. To be fair I haven't watched too too many new shows but yeah. This got me crying badly enough that I had to take a moment to calm down. Wasn't expecting to have that nerve struck like that.
That just hit on a personal chord for me & just....fuck man. I know that feeling. And they nailed how it feels. Amethysts reaction was exactly how it feels for me, just outwardly anger & tears. It hurts. Obviously anger & crying is simplifying it a lot, it's a lot more than just baseline that but you get what I mean. You could tell that she was feeling that exact way. & holy shit the fact that she's been the "comedic relief" of the gems so far & yet she's had easily the most fucked up & sad backstory of the show so far. Yeah if catching me off guard & completely blindsiding me with this was the goal: Goal fucking achieved because that was like a whack to my fucking face with a frying pan.
So....like, is this gonna be a reoccuring thing? I just.....get the feeling that this is a sign that the show absolutely fucking me up emotionally may become a more frequent thing going forward. So like, if that is the case......fuck. I'm so fucked. I am going to be a fucking wreck by the end of this show. This is gonna fucking leave me a sobbing mess, isn't it? What the fuck have I gotten myself into-
I am afraid. Also I am going to need to buy more tissues.
And the scene where Pearl & Amethyst speak in the hole is some of the best writing in any CN show. Ever.
(Also to break up the depressing talk, OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT PEARL IS SO FUCKING TALL THAT SHE HAS TO BEND DOWN AND SIT STANDING UP ON HER TIPPY TOES. THAT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE I LOVE HER I AM GOING TO FUCKING LOSE IT.)
This episode was absolutely perfect.
#toasty steven universe watchthrough#steven universe#su#watchalong#cartoon network#currently watching#crystal gems#su pearl#amethyst#pearl steven universe#garnet#rose quartz#rebecca sugar#cartoon#pearl#first time watch#first watch#no spoilers#mod toasty#on the run#amethyst su#amethyst steven universe#tw sui vent#tw sui implied
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🔪 You can dish it out but you can’t take it 🔪
The silence was getting to her.
The weird prisoner/house guest situation was just as confusing as it was frustrating. It didn’t take Jinx long to notice how half of the Firelight camp’s inhabitants scurried back into their burrows every time she was allowed out of her room. They were scared of her and even though Ekko didn’t like to show it, Jinx knew there was a part of him that was scared too. He wouldn’t be doing things this way if he wasn’t.
Where was Ekko, anyway?
He was supposed to be showing up any minute. It wasn’t like him to be late.
“Where is he?”
Jinx hissed, scouring the clearing at the foot of the tree from her window with a scowl. She was playing by his rules- doing the stupid chores and following stupid instructions. That was what he’d wanted, right? They were gonna hang out, do some stupid chores, then when Ekko saw that nothing was gonna blow up, they’d be able to have fun!
Sure, the chores were boring, but they offered valuable opportunities to widen her mental map of the camp. It offered the chance to meet people. See who liked who. See who was scared of a stranger and who was curious. Besides, nobody seemed particularly brave when it came to talking shit when Ekko was around.
‘You really think spending a morning elbow deep in dishwater with you is what he wants?’
“Nobody asked you!” Jinx growled towards the snide voice at her back, tapping her fingers rapidly against the windowsill before reeling around to pace.
Caustic laughter sounded behind her and Jinx stopped, her eyes snapping shut to blot the disruption out.
No. Stop it! You’re not gonna ruin this for us.
Being able to leave the room and do even the smallest stupid things was a break from the maddening monotony of being a prisoner. No. It was going to be fine. Ekko was gonna come over and for a short window in the day, everything would be interesting again.
Jinx took a sharp, steeling breath, heading back to the window to check again. Aha! There he was! A rush of relief steadied the growing uncertainty and restlessness in her gut. By the time she heard Ekko at the door, an eager smile had replaced the growing agitation that had been there moments prior.
She was in a good mood today.
“Ekko!” Jinx was already halfway out of the door when Ekko opened it. If he was so busy playing boss, it only made sense that they got the boring task outta the way quickly so that they’d have more time for the interesting stuff!
Ekko didn’t look great. Kinda…clammy? Jinx scrutinised his face for a moment before clapping him on the shoulder.
“I don’t blame ya for not being excited, but you should really try to set a good example.” She chirped, leaning in with a conspiratorial air as they walked. His guard seemed to be up today. Why was that? Had somebody said something to him? Had there been a secret Firelight squabble behind the scenes? Maybe. But there was something else to the way he was carrying himself. Was he sick? He didn’t _sound_ sick. Upset?
“Y’know Piltover use these machines to do their dishes. Saw ‘em in a kitchen once. Kinda clever, but I get why you’d wanna keep things interesting. Remember when Mylo did dishes for Vander that one time and sliced his hand open?” She cackled, eyes lighting up at the memory.
“There was so much blood!”
People were watching as they made their way through the camp. Jinx could feel their eyes on her, watching the way a flock of sheep eyed a wolf. There was something satisfying about walking past with Ekko. She wanted to stick her tongue out at them all- take that!
They arrived at their station to see everyone else assembled and making a start. Scar was there (because of course he was), along with another handful of people Jinx didn’t remember the names of. She narrowed her eyes towards Scar in an aloof acknowledgement, as though he were a bug she’d resolved to tolerate so long as it didn’t land on her. Great! Now that they were all assembled, they could start. Jinx glanced back to Ekko. Whatcha want me to do, then?
It became abundantly clear very quickly that Ekko had no intentions of sticking around. It also didn’t take much to notice that this came as no surprise to anyone else there. It was almost like they’d expected it. Were they all in on something? They’d been talking about her behind her back. This was proof. Confusion and a sudden surge of uncertainty flashed through Jinx’s eyes as she looked back to Ekko. He’d tricked her. This wasn’t the deal! They were supposed to do this together. So much for that.
As Ekko got further and further away from the group, the ugly feeling in Jinx’s chest got worse. In disbelief, she felt herself stare after him as though half expecting him to turn around at any moment and inform her that she’d passed some kind of stupid secret test. He didn’t turn around. No. Today was supposed to be going well.
She was in a good mood today, damnit!
Abruptly, Jinx’s gaze locked onto Scar.
“Guess that makes you king of the hill now, huh?”
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