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servin-up-surveys · 10 months

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survey #170

Give us a lyric from a song you’ve recently listend to: I'm listening to "Slum Planet" by 3TEETH right now and the lyric just said was "no one wins in this human race."

Why did you cry the last time you did? I learned about diabetic comas and started fearing that one day it'll happen to Mom while she's asleep with how violently her blood sugar plummets. My anxiety was so fucking bad that night, I had so much trouble falling asleep.

Have you donated blood in the last 2 years? No, but I actually plan on doing it with Girt this Sunday, it completely depends on what my blood pressure is at the time of the appointment; it's almost always alarmingly low EVERY time I get it checked, like it's just normal for me (partially because of a med), so there is a very real chance of me being turned down. But I'm still going with him regardless though, he loves when he gets the chance to do it (drives are coincidentally almost always on work days for him lol) and I fucking love that.

What is your relationship with the last person to comment you? Like, on a social media? Facebook is telling me Ashley, my boyfriend's sister.

Who was the last person to sit on your bed? Me, I still do certain physical therapy exercises lying and sitting on it.

Do you have a favorite flower? Orchids, pink tulips (I don't really care about non-pink ones that much), dahlias, hydrangeas, roses, etc. I just adore flowers.

Would you rather be stuck on a desert island with your ex or a python? HA give me the fucking python, at least the snake won't make me feel like literal trash. Besides, a python is not going to be able to eat me and with that fact it'd have no interest in bothering me, and I'd leave it alone too. Don't villainize snakes.

Name three objects within your reach? My water bottle, planner, and Girt's work schedule for like an entire year lmao. He gave it to me for the convenience of planning hanging out days and I think he also knows I just like knowing where he is, especially if my anxiety is high and I can't immediately reach him.

Would you get a shamrock tattooed to your forehead for $5,000? Gah, that money is FUCKING TEMPTING, but I just couldn't.

Where was the last place you went that was more than an hour away? Why were you going there? A city two hours away that is where Girt's grandmother is at a nursing home. We were celebrating her birthday; that day wasn't her actual birthday, but it's a day that worked for the family to get together. It meant a lot to be there, because odds are it was her last.

Who was the last person to tell you you looked nice? Girt, I think?

Do you know a schizophrenic person? Girt's mother, and I know of my schizophrenic half-sister.

Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Girt is very polite, Sara was very creative, and Tyler, uh... he was sweet?

Are you friends with a Conner? No, I don't even know one.

What is the last thing you spoke to your father about? He sent me a picture of his cat Louie chilling with a deer in he and his wife's backyard. I'm against letting your cat free-roam outdoors, but regardless it was very cute and I said so. He was just sitting chilling while the deer grazed.

Ever suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder? I literally have it, yeah.

During which year of your life were you the most unhappy? I genuinely don't think any hell a god could make could be worse than what 2016 was for me. Every waking moment I wanted to be dead, and when I slept my dreams were always the same: extremely painful and focused on Jason and how we'd never be what we were again.

Have you ever seen a bluejay in person? Yes, I love them. I used to collect bluejay feathers while I dated Jason actually, because his nickname from his dad was always "J Bird," and I called him that sometimes too.

Who is the most energetic and happy person you know of? My nephew Ryder.

Who makes you smile the most often? Girt.

Do you remember the first person you felt sexually attracted to? In a completely serious context, Jason.

Of all of your friends’ significant others, who do you get along with best? And least? I don't really know my friends' s/os, at least not on a personal level.

Have you ever had a platonic friend that everyone insisted you should be in a relationship with? YUP, GIRT. Finally happened lmao, bomb-ass decision.

Who do you think is the most attractive actor? Probably Jason Momoa lmao, or Johnny Depp.

Have you ever been caught doing something REAL embarrassing by your parents? LOL SURE HAVE AND I WANTED TO PASS AWAY

Do you have any of your neighbors as friends on Facebook? No.

You can only listen to 1 band for the rest of your life, who do you pick? so like...... Rammstein, surprise lmfao

When was the last time you felt like your heart was actually breaking? Many months ago when I was pretty convinced Girt was going to leave and I was going to relive the Jason breakup, just with him. I was fucking hysterical, this guy had to hold me as I probably broke his eardrums scream-crying for like, 15 full minutes. The feeling I had in my chest was more awful than I could ever put into words.

Who was the last person you cried in front of? Probably Mom?

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Girt.

Have you ever said anything to the last person you kissed that you regret? Yes, in a couple instances where I was mad.

Do you know anyone who has fought in a war? Jason's dad was in the Navy, but idk if he was ever in a combat situation. I know Girt's dad fought in Operation Desert Storm.

Name ONE good memory about your last ex? I very much felt like I could be 200% myself around her.

Do you live near any large rivers or lakes? Yeah, the Tar River is really long, and I live in an area where you regularly cross smaller bridges over it.

Would it annoy you if a stranger called you "sweetie?" This very much depends. I'd say generally no, I tend to like terms of endearment, but if it's some creepy guy that seems very suspect, I'd be uncomfortable.

What's the worst thing you've gone through in the past year? Letting go of and healing from an extremely rotten friendship. Deciding enough was enough with Sara was so fucking not an easy decision, it was fucking excruciating and involved so much hurt, and I regularly questioned if I was a horrible person.

What's the next friend or family birthday coming up? Will you buy them a present? Literally tomorrow is my sister Ashley's 30th, and no, but only because I don't have a source of income. I can't get anything for family and it fucking sucks.

How many beds are in your home? Two in the traditional sense, however we do have a couch that can fold out into a bed. Not a very comfortable one, but it's a bed.

Do you wear face masks in public? I no longer do, not because I don't believe in the effectiveness of masks (because they fucking are effective), but because I think like most people, I've just given up on the concept of us ever getting Covid under control; it's going to be in the human population for probably as long as we live now. A new type of flu, basically. I would wear a mask though if I was sick with Covid-esque symptoms, that's just basic consideration for other humans.

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Only Girt; the first time we dated briefly at the end of 2017 I just wasn't ready to be with a man again. I had walls that weren't coming down.

What month of the year was your mother born? August.

Who do you feel most beautiful around? My mom.

Have you ever had a friend that got a bf/gf, and then completely ignored you? Yes, what a coincidence, I was thinking of her last night. We were online friends with a long, very tight friendship, but one day her accounts that I knew of were just gone, and this was very near the time she started dating some guy.

Who is the smartest person you know? Girt.

If your friend asked you to hold their drugs, would you? Hell no.

The last two people you kissed, are they virgins? Girt's not, Sara was when I knew her, no clue about now.

How did you and your significant other celebrate your last anniversary? We just hung out at my house.

Do you know anyone who owns their own business? Yes, more than one person.

What was the last thing that changed your life completely? Going to physical therapy. I am so fucking happy with all the progress that is still happening, standing is by now generally only uncomfortable versus actually painful. I'm standing more in real-life situations that prove to me how much better my legs have gotten.

What do you normally drink when eating at a fast food restaurant? Usually either Mountain Dew or Coke.

What was the last thing you saw that made you smile? A really cute picture of two of my nieces; Aubree was being an adorable big sister.

Who was the last person you took a photograph with? My niece and sisters.

Did you like the show Invader Zim? Surprisingly I never really watched it, I just thought Gir was cute.

What’s the scariest book you’ve ever read? I've never been scared by a book.

What does your best friend love that you hate? Extremely hard games that generally require hours and hours of failing regularly to get good at it, nameably FromSoft games; I'm quite sure Girt's platinumed/100%ed all of them lmao, meanwhile I couldn't even get to the FIRST BOSS of Bloodborne myself haha, I suck at those games SOOOOOOOOOOO bad. My head nearly exploded when I tried Dark Souls, like I quit pretty damn fast because once a game reaches a certain level of difficulty for me, shit's not fun anymore. Meanwhile Girt's hardheaded as HELL and really gets satisfaction out of figuring out challenges, so FromSoft makes some stuff he really enjoys. What sucks is I LOVE watching the games be played, like Elden Ring is one of the greatest video games ever made in all of history imo, I just don't have the patience for those of its sort as a player. Video games are Girt's "thing" though that he's just super fucking good at.

How well do you know the people you live with? I know my mom very well, and we've been closer than ever lately. I feel our already-strong bond has strengthened quite a bit just from sitting out in the living room with her during dinner more often. She confides in me with a lot of things and has told me how much she appreciates me just listening.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? A few weeks ago with Juan, if you even wanna count him as an ex when we dated for less than a day.

Ever cried while you were on the phone with the last person you kissed? No, we basically never call each other. He's mentioned wanting to but knows I hate phone calls and I'm like you're obviously an exception dude but yeah we don't really talk-talk via the phone.

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? I have two Cloak shirts, a brand owned by Markiplier and jacksepticeye, and one features the Randler and cockatrice used as symbols for Good Mythical Morning/Rhett & Link.

Do either of your parents have tattoos? No, but my mom wants one based around her kids and grandkids.

For your birthday do people buy you a cake or bake you one? Usually buy.

If your boy/girlfriend wanted to have a sex change, would you support them? Sure would, I'm pansexual anyway so it wouldn't remove my sexual feelings for that person. Like sure it'd obviously be a massive change, requiring adjustments like getting pronouns right, but he/she would have my full support if they felt a sex change would improve their happiness.

What do you think of cannibals? It's gross. I think eating your own species, at least for such developed animals like humans who have consciences that allow us to put meaning into BEING a human, is morally questionable.

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finalsegamangalover · 3 years

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“Wondrous Escape” ( Reno x Reader )

Sure the mission was a complete bust but this moment- this place was more gratifying than the punishment glare that you’d both receive fromTseng. Plus, being stuck with Reno didn’t help the situation either. You’ve been eyeing this man for a while now keeping your distance a bit; even though you were on good terms with each other. But you didn’t want to jeopardize anything in the event things would build up to this moment.

“Dammit I’m covered in sap!” Reno growled agitated with the sensation. You smirked and eyes rolled to his comment. Picturing him still tumbling down the ridge as if he were the actual landslide that occurred you couldn’t help but hold back a giggle. Sure he was agile but his footing wasn’t so great today.

“I’d say take a shower but where? No waterfalls nearby” You tossed the idea semi teasingly. He pouted and remembered hearing water earlier. His eyes glittered a bit as he made the connection.

“Maybe not but I know where I heard water before, c’mon” He grasped your hand and started walking. You blushed. His hand was holding yours…

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“Yes! I’m a genius!” he crowed as you couldn’t help but take in the beautiful view.

“What a sight huh Y/N” Reno claimed softly as he stretched his arms behind his head arching his back a bit. You tried to not steal a glance at that glorious chest of his but you nodded to his response.

“Well, I don’t know about you but I’m not gonna stay sticky till we get back to Midgar..” He stated as his gloves came off and he undid the clasp on his jacket. The jacket fell softly to the grown, then his shirt followed, along with goggles tossed to the side and his electro-rod onto the rocky shore. You couldn’t help your eyes wandering but you did try to hold back a yelp and blush harder. For a split second blinking a few times as the sound of a zipper flew open and his slacks gave way around his bare thighs. Reno always was so wonderful, a true vision right before your eyes. And the man knew it too, teasing you every chance he’d received.

Refreshingly winsome as the redhead seemingly morphed with the water ever so gracefully. He started wading out a bit before delving deeply into the pristine mirror; cerulean and clear as the skies. Not a cloud in sight really; on the contrary his acute hindquarters was in full vision, even beneath the deep waters. You could’ve sworn he did this deliberately but you weren’t going to fight it either. He was so carefree and live-like, a bit childish at times but he was never dead in spirit. He was the definition of pure abundance and exhilaration.

Just as the sights of the lake were breathlessly captivating your attention an audible disturbance of water was heard before the sudden gasp as he emerged for air; the droplets rolled from his vibrant hair down his rapturous face, glorious neck, along the able-bodied forearm which he flexed with his hand remaining tangled in the newly moistened strands. The water did not stop but in fact decorated perfectly along his shoulders and his completely exposed chest. The water line lapped against his porcelain skin scarcely covering deliciously tastefully above his groin the red haired line mischievously guiding your sight towards his shaft. Something bewitching about how bendable the water’s natural law made your cheeks creep with blush thinking of this man’s agility. Nimble and lethal. Loving and free. Flowing quite handsomely. Wondering what it would feel like to be loved in such a manner under his grasp; Reno was always a sensual lover who you envisioned to deliver a love that only felt liberating and true. As you came too from your blissful imagination you shook your head as your name was called.

“Huh?”

“You okay? You’re adding more to the lake” He teased. Your body practically cried out for him. You couldn’t help but pout a bit as your eyes ran along with a few droplets that clung to him. Jealousy grew steadily in your thoughts for you wished it were you instead. You were also a bit timid and envious of how confident he was with his self imagine; regardless if he spoke before of how he wasn’t a fan of his own bodily image as a kid growing up.

“C’mon, the water’s fine. Not too cold.” his eyes were shimmering like the water within the sunlight of high noon. The warm air caressing the two of you rustling the trees and your hair framing your cheeks. He loved every inch of you. Whether it was from the way you smiled, to how you carried yourself, or simply straight up how you developed a sense of heart and forgiveness. He loved it when you were around more, you brought him sensations of admiration and refreshed outlook on everything. He raptured your mindset and adored your emotional self. There was no one like you and he couldn’t help but fall more to you, he surrendered to your hold over him. Today was that day and little did you know it now but soon enough he’d confess.

Before he could say another word his vision blurred a bit as you started to undress. A creeping blush dusted his cheeks as he witnessed your clothes lacking and then falling to the ground. He noticed the colorful lace that was hidden well under the suit, smirking at the tasteful set within a split second. Your eyes stayed low to the ground as your hands gently unhooked the front of the bralette loosening your barren breasts a little. Reno blinked again looking away as he felt a fish gently nip at his hip; this was his chance. He knew you were self conscious so he improvised; he wanted you to experience and enjoy yourself. Reno wanted you to live a little more as a return of how you made him feel so renewed.

“Crap!” he slipped and fell right in with a huge splash. You looked up and bit your lip from laughing out loud. But this was it, you were now completely exposed as he and working quickly you submerged yourself. Reno came up for air as you swam out towards the mini island closest to a miniature waterfall. You gasped for air as the waterfall hissed. Smiling as Reno still fought with the school of fishes and cursing them as next dinner’s menu. Again you laughed and blushed as he looked at you, sneering mischievously and slapping water towards your direction.

“Gah! Hey!!” you bubbled as he laughed. You both splashed each other until things began to cool down. Reno smiled handsomely towards you, a hand gently cupping your cheek.

“Glad to see you loosen up for a change. It suits you” He stated, you blushed.

“And developing more confidence…” His eyes wandered a bit before you realized you didn’t cross your arms over your breasts. Blushing crazier as his thumb tilted your vision back up to his eyes.

“Y/N… You don’t have to hide. It’s alright.” He claimed softly as his lips neared yours enveloping you in a tender kiss. Your breath hitched as his warm kiss pressed against eyes fluttering closed. His free hand trailed down your back and rested along your hips as you both kissed slowly and sweetly; gradually quickening the pace as passion rose higher. A soft sigh escaped as he broke the kiss momentarily to breathe.

“Reno..” as your voice quivered. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Am I going too fast…” he sounded a bit confused as you shook your head.

“No… please… I-I wanted-..us.” the truth was out. Your eyes widened as he slightly did the same. He couldn’t believe his ears, she wanted him. Loved him from afar. The same confession he was going to make to her today.

“What? You mean.. You wanted me? How come you didn’t tell me sooner yo?”

“I was afraid. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I wanted you so much. You’ve been so good to me I figured that’s as far as we went. As friends.” You whispered as Reno reached out for you and kissed again. Passionately along your lips as you pulled him closer; hands daintily draped along the back of his shoulders.

“Not as friends.. My partner..” He said in between kisses as you melted against the rock gently locking onto his hips with your thighs.

“I love you Reno” You stated as he groaned from the feel of your body against his.

“I love you too Y/N” His voice low and ravenous. Kisses trailed from your lips down your jawline, along your nape and just above your breast as he worked his love along your complexion. Your hands traced along the back of his shoulders as you rolled your head back from the sensation; curling your fingers once tangled in his hair. Hissing escaped as you cooed for him and the wrong time for you to recognize that time was running out. You both had to head back to Midgar soon and make it post-haste judging by the sun’s position.

“Reno. The time.. We’ll be late!” you claimed as he remembered as well biting his lip in defeat.

“Damn.. We were getting it too..” He mumbled to himself as you tilted your head slightly. He shook his head and gently eased you back into the water.

“Let’s go, we don’t want Tseng anymore aggravated than normal.” Reno spoke with a hint of disdain. Quickly you both swam out of the lake and dressed before Rude showed up in a hummer shaking his head in disbelief.

“Failed again Reno?” He claimed as Reno brushed his hair with his fingers, pouting.

“So?” he stated bitterly as Rude sighed.

“Why are y’all wet? What happened?” Rude asked as Reno glared at his partner.

“Er nevermind… I don’t want to know”

“Landslide issue and then water trouble. But this place is nice I swear.” Reno started to speak as Rude drove the car towards Midgar. The mission wasn’t successful like you planned it to be but at least you got to be with Reno and not with Elena or worse Tseng himself. Too bad you have to report there soon but you didn’t want to think about the ‘punishment glare’ that you’d both receive fromTseng.

“But on the bright side we now have a secondary resort for Rufus and the Turks should we need it.” You claimed as the two nodded in the front seat.

“Bet you 50 gil they’ll name it something weird like Helen.” Reno teased as Rude smirked. Rude turned the vehicle into the ShinRa parking lot as Tseng glowered in the upstairs bay window. You swallowed hard as you imagined the worst to happen, then a gentle squeeze was present on your thigh snapping your eyes towards Reno.

“No worries, I’ve got this. Afterwards I’ll take you home okay?” He seemed genuine and sweet as you smiled. He smirked reassuringly as the sound of car doors opened. Stage time.

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dust-broken-berry · 3 years

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Part 7 is here

This one is shorter and not as relevant to the story as the other parts.

Part 7: The Magic Less

It was later that day, now night and Ink was currently freaking out trying to get a hold of PJ. While Error tried to calm him down and put Gradient to sleep (Gradient is currently four months old, and is Error’s and Ink’s second child.) By then they were at home.

“Ink relax, he isn’t dead”

“You don’t know that”

“Yes I do, he isn’t a dumb kid.”

“Ya ok, but what if he’s being attacked by some monsters right now and he can’t do anything!?”

“Just relax”

Error puts Gradient down to sleep and walks Ink out to the living room and sits down.

“Inky please calm down”

“Why? Can’t I just worry sometimes?”

“I never said you couldn’t worry, you just shouldn’t worry this much.”

“But what if he-”

“He can take care of himself”

Ink was still nervous and grumbled-

“You act like you’re not worried at all.”

“I am, but I trust PJ he is a smart kid.”

Error already knew what was going on with PJ, he knew that he was at Fresh’s house, and that they were dating. But he only found out by accident, but PJ knew that he wouldn’t freak out as muchas Ink would.

Ink thought about it, sighed, and said-

“Ok...I guess you’re right…he is a smart kid…”

“So trust him, ok?”

Ink was hesitant but nodded

“Ok...I will”

“Good”

Ink stood up and said-

“I’m going to get ready for bed, ok?..”

“Good idea, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Ok”

Ink walked around the corner so Error took the opportunity to quickly text PJ-

“PJ your mom’s worrying, he's probably gonna call you and start asking questions. Just text him and say you’re staying the night at a friend’s house. He’ll flip his lid if he finds out you’re at Fresh’s house, and that I didn’t tell.”

“Ok thanks for telling me dad.”

“Welcome”

Error put his phone away as Ink called out-

“Error, you coming?”

“Ya”

Error said getting up and walking around the corner.

PJ had just gotten Error’s last message as he began to text Ink. Fresh rolled over in bed and asked-

“Who was that?”

“Dad warning me about mom. He’s freaking out and dad said that he might start asking questions.”

“Good thing he told ya.”

“It is”

PJ put his phone away, and snuggled into Fresh, he still had a worried look.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

“You don’t have to lie to me”

“I’m not, really I’m happy being here with you.”

“...Ok then”

“Let’s just go to sleep...I’m tired.”

“Ok…”

Fresh started to fall asleep, while PJ just laid awake thinking-

“I know why they worry, they are just worried about me having no magic to protect myself…”

PJ sulked

“Out of all the me’s in every multiverse, I had to be like this, I had to be weak.”

He thought

“But this weakness...may help me do something good…”

He smiled

“That is if everything goes according to plan…”

While all of this was happening, Blue’s and Dust’s house was now just about empty, except for Nightmare, he said-

“So you didn’t really talk about much with Ink...he obviously knew about….most things.”

“Ya maybe…”

Blue said nervously, him and Dust were still uneasy and surprised about the news they had heard. Nightmare realised and thought he should probably go-

“Well, I should be going-”

“Wait I want to ask you something”

Blue asked, just before Nightmare was about to leave.

“Ok, what?”

“Well how uh...how far along am I with this...you know.”

“I thought you already knew?”

“Why would we be all surprised when you said it if we knew!?”

Dust asked confused, followed by Nightmare grumbling and saying-

“I thought you knew because you're most likely due in three weeks or less.”

Blue definitely not expecting it to be so soon screamed-

“THREE WEEKS OR LESS!?!?”

“Well have you used your...um”

Nightmare tried to think of what to call it-

“Magic...body?...”

He couldn’t think of anything good, but it still got the point across. Blue processed what Nightmare said, and he blushed saying-

“N-Not the top half-”

“Ok too much information but regardless you’re due in at most three weeks.”

“I thought I was feeling drained but I didn’t think that was why…”

“Well for some monsters pregnancy can progress much faster depending on one's magic level.”

“I know that”

“So before you got more magic you could have easily been...maybe two months along?..”

Once again Dust and Blue were surprised. As again Blue yelled-

“TWO MONTHS ONLY A FEW WEEKS AGO!?”

“Are you sure, that doesn’t make any sense!?”

Dust also yelled, but not as loud as Blue. Nightmare just said-

“If Blue had the amount of magic he has now, then he would’ve had the baby at the very least four weeks ago.”

“BUT STILL!”

Blue yelled again, making Nightmare just sigh-

“Blue, Dust just calm down”

The two listened, and took a few deep breaths. Dust relaxed and said-

“Ok...ok....thanks Nightmare”

“You’re welcome, but now I should be going.”

This time with no interruptions Nightmare left. Dust turned and looked down at Blue.

“Hey Blue...try doing that ecto stomach thing.... You know just to see.”

“Ok…”

Blue’s stomach suddenly appeared, it had a blue tint, with see thru ecto like skin. They both saw that Blue was really, really, pregnant.

“G-Geez…”

Blue said shocked

“Well...I guess gotta go get baby stuff tomorrow.”

“Ya we probably should, it’s too late now and I don’t want to wake BluePrint.”

“Ok, so you just want to go to bed?”

“Myehe....you don’t even have to sleep.”

“Ya I’m still getting used to that fact. But it does make me feel better sometimes...especially after stressing this much.”

“Ya that’s understandable...so ya for now let’s just go and sleep.”

“Ok”

The two obviously still shaken about the news that had received went to bed. Hoping that tomorrow would be better, or at least less surprising.

The next day with PJ and Fresh was not as uneventful as the day before with Blue and Dust but still things were happening no matter how trivial they might’ve been.

“I’m telling you that you can borrow it.”

Fresh said, trying to give PJ one of his hoodies because he didn’t bring any extra clothes.

“I told you it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I want to, besides you didn’t bring any other clothes.”

“That’s because I didn’t plan on staying...at first.”

“Ok still just take it, you can give it back later.”

“Hm...fine”

“Good, I really didn’t think I’d have to convince you though.”

PJ took the oversized multicolored hoodie and put it on. The sleeves went over his hands so he pulled them up.

“Thanks Fresh, but now I should really get going.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see ya later.”

Fresh said giving PJ a goodbye kiss as PJ went out the door. As he walked through underfresh monsters waved hi to him, knowing that he and Fresh were together.

But as he was walking his phone went off.

“Probably just mom”

He said as he took out his phone. The contacts read BluePrint.

PJ had been secretly talking to his younger half brother without either of his parents knowing. He read the message-

“Hey PJ guess what?”

“What is it?”

“I overheard my dad and Mr.Nightmare talking, and he said that my dad was having a baby!”

“Really? When is he having the baby?”

“Well Mr.Nightmare said less than three weeks.”

PJ was surprised to hear that he had less than three weeks to get ready for his plan. He said-

“Less than...three weeks…”

His phone went off again-

“Right now me and dad are shopping for baby stuff, we have a lot of stuff…”

PJ didn’t want to seem suspicious so he just kept texting BluePrint.

“Ya there’s normally a lot of stuff, and it’s expensive too.”

“Ya really expensive”

There wasn’t anything for a few seconds, until-

“I got to go, my phones almost dead. But I’ll say hi again later.”

“That’s fine don’t worry about it”

“Ok bye”

“Bye”

PJ hit sent, and put his phone away as he walked inside his parents house.

“Mom? Dad? I’m back”

PJ walked in the house and closed the door behind him. He walked around and noticed Error in the kitchen with some coffee.

“Morning dad”

“Oh morning PJ”

Error said looking at the hoodie PJ was wearing.

“If your mom wokes up and sees you with that on he’ll freak out.”

“I know I just didn’t have any other clothes and Fresh insisted that I take it.”

“Well at least he cares, but before your mom gets up I would lose it.”

Ink walked around the corner yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“*Yawn* Morning Error and oh PJ you’re back-”

Ink stopped talking as his eyes narrowed like a hawk, the then tired Ink dashed to Error and PJ. PJ surprised screamed-

“GAH!?!?”

“Uh Inky?”

Error asked, already knowing that this wasn’t going to go well. Ink asked-

“PJ what are you wearing!?”

“Um…”

PJ didn’t know what to say as he just stood there sweating nervously. He looked over at Error desperately, but all Error did was give him a thumbs up as he drank his coffee. PJ thought and could only mutter out-

“Erg...well it’s a-”

“Wait a second”

Ink stared intensely at PJ and then-

“PJ...are you dating someone!”

Ink’s mood changed completely as he hugged PJ. All PJ could say was-

“Uh…”

PJ with a happyish expression looked over at Error sheepishly. Error proceeded to say-

“Just wait until he finds out who it is.”

“I’ma just ignore that remark, Error! I will be happy with whoever is dating my little Jammy.”

“Hehe...ya”

PJ laughed nervously as Ink let him go to look at the hoodie.

“Now let me get a closer look at that hoodie! I may even know who it is-”

Ink’s expression changed from happy...to not so much. Error put his cup down and said-

“Told ya”

“No…”

“Um…”

PJ didn’t know what to say in this situation. Error just said-

“Yes”

Error wrapped strings around Ink as he said-

“See ya later kid”

“Yep, ok”

PJ said as he ran back out the door with Ink screaming at Error to “Let him go!” angrily.

#fanfic #undertale #dustberry #inkerror #paperfresh

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-05-19

Figured an upd8 was coming, it’s felt like enough time has passed for one.

Huh, looking at my last post I’d completely forgotten I was supposed to play through Pesterquest sometime... work is busy and stressing me out a bit, I’m not sure when I’ll have the energy on the side to do that. (Maybe I’ll livetweet it like I did Undertale a while ago, but this time not looking at my twitter replies so I don’t get spoiled by One Guy™?)

Also, including bonus commentary on A Threat Sensed.

Okay, going in completely blind. I’d guessed from context that we’re hopping over to Meat side to get a chapter there before we can come back to actually see Yiffy?

Yep. Okay, what is this about exactly?

(Agh, dammit, I’ve been copying and pasting so much at work remoting into Windows lately that now I’m automatically trying to hit control-C instead of command-C to copy.)

> CHAPTER 9. How Goes The Eulogizing, Dear?

CONTENT NOTE: This chapter contains Child Abuse.

Which one???

Wait

JANE: (Where is he?) JANE: (It's a question I've found myself asking many times in recent days.)

Holy SHIT we get two Candy chapters in a row??? So we might see her right away?? No, it’s gotta just be another tiny glimpse.

(Has two Candy chapters in a row happened before? Future Boots, scroll back up and put this here. FUTURE BOOTS: “I forgot to scroll back up and put that here.” EDIT: Also, not the first time with two in a row, but it IS the first time with THREE in a row, huh.)

So Jane has to be talking about either Tavros or Dave. --Oh, if this was a Candy Side chapter title, I guess Rose or Jade is eulogizing Dave for John?

> (==>)

JANE: (Where now is our merry savior?) JANE: (Where is the horn that was honking?) JANE: (Where is the cape and the codpiece, and the...) JANE: (The...) JANE: (Oh, fiddlesticks.)

What? Is she reading a childrens’ book? --Oh. She’s eulogizing Gamzee. So that gives us a third option, where the rebellion crashes the funeral somehow, probably audiovisually rather than in person. (Which would make sense, given Candy practically began with Gamzee crashing Dirk’s funeral.)

> (==>)

Ah never mind, she’s still writing it.

That sure is a single button drama-remote that’s going to be pressed at some point. Oh, and who the fuck keeps a spork in a pen cup??? --No no, don’t say it’s one of those pens with a spork at the eraser end, either ready-made or rubber-banded to the side. That would make sense. You totally know it isn’t that and is just a spork.

JANE: (Okay, poetry is out.) JANE: (What else?) JANE: (Hrm...) JANE: (I've always been pretty good at crying on cue.) JANE: (Could I try staging an emotional breakdown?) JANE: (That could work; playing to people's humanity.)

Why were you crying in Jake’s arms about his death if you didn’t care that much? Did you just want him to hold you and kinda make him feel in on things again? Or did you just cry yourself out about him?

JANE: (Or whatever is the more inclusive term.)

I bet the rest of Earth C figured out a more inclusive term millenia ago FUCK I accidentally added millennia to my dictionary misspelled instead of correcting it hold on--

...There, killed the entry for it. ...Huh. Take a look at my Chrome dictionary’s custom-added words over the years, apparently:

Caliborn Eridan Kanaya Matriorb Meenah Tavros alchemiter dichotomic nephilim reblogged uncaptchalogues uncaptchaloguing

That’s fun.

Okay back to reading. Millennia. Phew! Where was I.

JANE: (One really good and calculated weep could do it, I think.) JANE: (But then there's the danger that I might get carried away and do it for real.) JANE: (And I can't risk that.)

So still feeling something, just too used to calculating over the past years.

JANE: (What can I say about him that will stir up their emotions?) JANE: (Do I mention the stuff about the milk?) JANE: (Think Crocker, think.)

WHY would you-- how much did Gamzee normalize adult breastfeeding?!

JAKE: Ahoy over there!

Not the best time.

(The thing with the divorce papers from the Epilogue and John implying he was planning with Jake to execute something that sounds like a divorce... is that going to be sprung here? Did her lawyers send the divorce papers way back when she was in a fit of pique, and he just had them available to sign now at the tactical moment? Or... let me pull the exact text...)

JOHN: now, harry anderson, i know that you and tavros haven't always gotten along. JOHN: but i am going to have to ask you to try and look out for him for the time being. JOHN: your uncle jake and i... well, i'll explain later. JOHN: let's just say that gamzee isn't the only family member jane is losing today.

(So is John going to submit the papers? Or did they already go through a while ago and default custody to John or something who’s going to adopt him too or some nonsense? And did he plan this out with Jake NOW, or a while ago, and if only a while ago, is Jake going to KNOW whatever John’s about to pull in that respect is about to happen??)

> (==>)

Butte

Janepalme

> (==>)

JAKE: Er... how goes the eulogizing, dear?

Gah. I completely forgot again that capitalized-first-letter chapter names don’t mean KANAYA is saying them. That probably makes a lot more sense out of my wondering about the chapter title earlier to those of you who didn’t realize I was making that mistake.

JANE: It turns out that it's mighty difficult to find touching things to say about a person, the relationship with whom was predicated on deep-seated mutual loathing.

Hah!

--A loathing you regarded as largely more important to you than Jake ever was, by the way. You asshole.

JANE: I imagine this is one of the reasons no funerary tradition was ever established on Alternia, besides the barbarism of their culture. DIRK: Jesus christ. JANE: Not only did a significant proportion of their interpersonality depend on romance in the form of hatred, but it was a society based on cruelty and violence. JANE: What reason could they have had to provide for the dead? JANE: What kind of last rites could they have even imagined?

I wondered for a moment why (bg!)Dirk of all people would react to a single line of her starting to bring up prejudices, but then I realized that (1) Brain Ghost Dirk is a little more Jakey, and (2) Dirk knew that more ranting would follow the first line.

JANE: I can't think of anything good to write about him because deep down, I hated his guts. JANE: But he was and is beloved of the multitude, so I have to think of something regardless. JAKE: Im not sure i understand. JANE: Don't worry your pretty little head about it. JANE: This is politics, Jakey. JANE: Lying through your two front teeth about people you hate is about as good a definition as it's possible to get. JANE: But, by gum, is it tiring work.

Mm. It’s a position Jane put herself in, but it’s still a legitimate position once you’re there.

JANE: The funeral is tomorrow, after all.

Got it.

DIRK: Dude, the bowl. JAKE: Hm? JAKE: Oh, right. JANE: What is it now, Jake. JAKE: I brought something for our guest as well. JANE: You mean the prisoner. JAKE: Y...es.

Wait, bowl?

Oh god damnit which of you had the idea to feed her with a DOG BOWL. Either of you could have thought of it, and either of you would be horrible for it.

> (==>)

Huh, that outfit on Yiffy looks familiar, like a reference to something. And a black tail? This definitely isn’t quite the look I was expecting from Jade Plus Rose, but I suppose the snazzy tie is a Roseish vibe. Also reminiscent of Jade’s old Dead Shuffle dress. Formal wear and soccer cleats??

JANE: She's over in the corner. JANE: Don't worry, she won't bite. JANE: I've seen to that already.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN. I don’t see anything over her mouth! Did she stick something in it, or drug her? File her fucking teeth???

I mean I did forget the Child Abuse trigger warning to be fair. Hoping whatever would be on her mouth is just not shown in-panel yet for stylistic reasons.

> (==>)

JAKE: Its only mac and cheese, sorry. JAKE: Its all I know how to make, haha. JAKE: ... JAKE: I um... hope you can safely partake of cheese? JAKE: ... JAKE: Well, JAKE: Bon appetit.

How the fuck did Jake eat on his island then? --Oh right, preserved food cans that Grandma Jade stored up, I think I remember. Why would cheese not be a thing for them, if it’s fine for Jade? I know he’s probably not just worried about lactose intolerance.

Either way, if she’s drugged here, that’ll mean we won’t get a good idea of her for a while, so which is it...

> (==>)

DIRK: Bon appetit. DIRK: Seriously dude? JAKE: (What? Did i pronounce it wrong?) DIRK: Jake. DIRK: You put the food in a fucking dog bowl. JAKE: (It was all there was, ok???) JAKE: (I feel awful enough as it is without you getting on my case about it.)

Ah, missed the bone pun. AND, yeah, Jake, you’re a fucking idiot, you could have put it in a cup or something.

JAKE: (So far ive yet to see anything come of that brilliant plan of yours.) JAKE: (Are you sure sending that message to the others was enough?)

Okay, so he IS coordinating this slightly.

> (==>)

Horrifying image to contemplate, eh Jane?

Or anger-inducing?

> (==>)

Seems about right!

> (==>)

Oh that’s a GREAT exasperated Jane face.

JANE: I hope you're not expecting dessert, young lady.

I like how Jane didn’t notice, comment on, or care about the bowl. How can you hate a kid so much??

> (==>)

Oh I know why I felt like I recognized the outfit style, it’s because it’s ANIME AS FUCK. Feels like some Persona 4 Arena nonsense, and I say that not having played any of those games or even remembering what they looked like. Also, white hair, black fur’d dog parts? Nice change of pace.

YIFFY: GRRRRRRRRR... JANE: Oh no you don't.

Red text? What color exactly... “#D00009”? Huh. That’s nowhere near Alt-Callie’s #FF0000, and darker than Dave’s #E00707. In fact, let me go back and check those spilled color pins the commentary pointed out from an update or two ago... no, the red pin is #E63225, closer to Dave’s color. (Also, is Yiffy blocking the doorway out? That’s a pretty slack chain then.)

Did Jane see to it that she wouldn’t bite with like, a water spray bottle?

(EDIT: Oh my FUCKING GOD, THAT's why it's #D00009...)

> (==>)

FUCK I didn’t notice the shock collar in the Yiffy image! FUCK YOU, Jane.

> (==>)

Keeping someone in line with collars, especially ones that punish whenever one strays out of line, has always been a decent way for her to mix in some Doomy control of others to show how she’s “grown” to balance her main role and her Tiara-controlled-like inverse for more power. Doom in part represents boundaries that you can’t cross without getting hurt or punished.

> (==>)

FUCK, those little buck teeth!? D’:

JANE: That's more like it.

She HAS to have more of a reason for hating her than hating her parents, right? Like, more than that and general racism applying to partdogfolk?

> (==>)

Hey fuck off with that!

> (==>)

This is a pretty cool ima-- are those piercings on her dog ear? I didn’t notice that in the first shot, neat.

JANE: You've been a thorn in my side ever since I agreed to enroll you at the academy, little madam. JANE: Back then, I was doing a favor for two old friends who made a disgusting mistake. JANE: I'm no longer going to play nice with you just because of your parents, however. JANE: That truce is over. JANE: Do I make myself understood?

What the fuck? WHY would you do that? Why does Jane run "Ms. Paint’s Home for Inconvenient Girls”? What did Yiffy do to piss her off so much there, how much trouble could she have caused?

I don’t know if she’s referring to the behind-Kanaya’s-back part as disgusting or she’s just being MORE racist.

> (==>)

JANE: We don't want you passing out during the ceremony, do we?

Oh, just showing the hostage off during the clown funeral, huh? Classy much?

> (==>)

JANE: Now, be a good hostage and get some rest, Yiffany dear. JANE: We've got a big day tomorrow.

For a politician, Jane’s not good at looking at herself in a mirror.

> (==>)

JANE: Night night. JANE: Hoo hoo.

> (Yiffy: Lights out.)

Huh, dream stuff is gonna be relevant out in Candy then? *click*

Okay, dark background all of a sudden. Properly dramatic? You even have to highlight the non-link “>” part of the Next link to see it.

> (==>)

-- thespiansGlamor [TG] began pestering adamantGriftress [AG] --

Well, I don’t know WHY it’s happening, but the white-backed pesterlog suddenly on the dark site framing is certainly evocative. Of like, a mood, or something.

TG: i thought he was pretty quiet down there. TG: we'll make a rebel of him yet! AG: Lol. AG: I think it's more that he can't sleep. AG: I know how he feels. TG: yeah. TG: today was a lot. AG: ... TG: do you wanna talk about it? AG: Ugh, not you as well.

It’s really jarring to transition between Homestuck’s “kids jarringly mentally resistant to freaking out about the end of the world” to HS^2′s more realistic “kids traumatized by their first firefight even though it was an overwhelming victory-escape”.

TG: but seriously, do you? AG: Not really. TG: not even about... you know? TG: her? AG: No. TG: ... are you sure? AG: A8solutely. AG: What are you, my moirail? AG: Just leave it, Harry. TG: ok.

Are they about to have an “I wonder what Yiffy’s like” talk?

> (==>)

Very similar Tav/Vrissy convo to the previous one.

GG: I havent ever shared a bedroom before,,, GG: Not even for a slumber party,,, AG: Tavvy, you are just a8out the saddest person I've ever met.

Well, we have an even better idea how horrible Jane can be with kids, now. From Nanna to THIS is quite jarring. I wonder how the double Nannasprites that must still be around here somewhere feel?

> (==>)

TG: nothing about my dad is cute. TG: what are you even saying. AG: Lmao. TG: seriously! TG: i think he has something against that word, even. he gets super weird about it. AG: He's a strange and funny m8n. TG: yeah. TG: ... TG: i think something bad must have happened.

...um. What? Why would John have some sort of trauma about the word cute or being called it?

Did John dress up as a hint of his buried June ambitions as a kid and Dad lavish him with “SO CUTE” praise in an epic supportiveness backfire that caused him to shelve the idea of wearing non-masc clothes and being happier on the flipside of gender ever again??? Because if that’s how June gets canonized as promised, it’s a little harsher than the back of my mind was hoping. I guess it kind of had to be though from the premise of how it was read into his childhood for the original idea, though. Fuck, I hope this Cute business is about something different from that (like a Terezi reference or such) just to get less John Sads. (But still June. Definitely still want to get June.)

> (==>)

Oh, and now Vrissy is doing nothing but talking about what she said she didn’t want to talk about, of course. (Also I like how JANE’s now being called the Batterwitch.)

AG: And the worst part was they didn't even fight a8out it! AG: That made me madder than 8nything else. AG: It felt like I was the only person who even W8S mad! GG: I dont think thats true,,, AG: What would you know a8out it?! GG: Maybe nothing,,, GG: Sorry,,, GG: Its just,,, GG: To me,,, all the way through the conversation,,, aunt kanaya looked even angrier than you,,, AG: ... AG: Adults are so fucking weird.

Guh, I don’t want to be reminded how hurt a good chunk of the fanbase is by Kanaya getting hurt this badly.

Original Tavros was always SLIGHTLY perceptive of others sometimes, but maybe perceptiveness is being hinted at as a Tavros specialty? We still don’t know his classpect/hero-title or have any firm guesses based on purely him evidence. (Also, frightened kids of abusive households tend to learn to get perceptive pretty fucking quickly I hear.)

> (==>)

TG: dad was sitting in the cafeteria with aunt jade and your moms. TG: it looked like they were discussing something important... they were whispering and stuff.

[etc etc] Alright, the what-happened-to-Dave bit. And I imagine they’re kind of helping John grieve there, since Rose and Jade have talked that out already.

TG: aunt kanaya's was the only face i could see. TG: she was standing next to them, but she wasn't looking at what was going on. TG: almost like she couldn't bear to. AG: I doubt it. Kanaya's got a8out as much Emotivity as a very reclusive stone. TG: ok, i think that is bullshit but whatever. TG: she saw me standing there, but didn't say anything. she just shook her head slightly, and pointed back out into the hallway i came down.

Yep, giving them some space to grieve. Also-- gosh, shouldn’t Vrissy have the same emotive senses that Aranea implied Vriska shared with her? Kanaya isn’t that EXPRESSIVE but she’s certainly full of emotion. Also, I hope part of her not bearing to watch wasn’t lingering anger toward Jade and Rose mixing with that, but there probably was a bit of that too, though Dave being gone is so much harsher than that. --I just realized they might not have broken the news to Karkat yet, either.

AG: I guesadxcxzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz TG: vrissy?

Put to sleep by someone slumping down on your phone keypad, or surprised by something about the other conversation?

Oh shit, “other conversation” reminded me I didn’t look at Tavros’s chumhandle:

glutinousGymnast [GG]

HHHHHhhhhuh. Hm... huh? hhhh. huh? what, but. Why would. ?????

I really don’t understand what that chumhandle or any of its entendres should signify in this context.

Also, this means for our new four kids we have TG, GG, AG, and ??.

> (==>)

GG: I think she might have succumbed to sleep quite suddenly,,, GG: It would explain the,,,,,, interesting messages I've been getting for a while,,, TG: hehe. TG: i guess that tracks. TG: she does that from time to time.

That’s... strange. Homestuck’s taught us to be suspicious of that.

TG: ... TG: tav? GG: Yes,,, harry anderson,,,? TG: what does it feel like to know someone who's died?

Who is Harry referring to? (EDIT: Yes I know Gamzee for Tavros, but I meant Harry talks like he's worried he'll have to feel that way soon?) Is he just kind of inferring that something bad might have happened to Uncle Dave? Got that perceptive “parents are about to tell me about a death in the family” vibe? Or did he overhear more than he let on to Vrissy?

...alright, that’s the last page of this update. Looks like this chapter is going to continue to have a good bunch of grieving, or talk around it.

---

Now for Bonus Commentary for A Threat, Sensed. For some reason I have a dim memory of like... reading this myself without commenting on it? Or skimming it? But I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that. Weird. Must have imagined doing it.

Ah, I think I saw the opening paragraph scrolling Patreon, and my mind kinda filled in the blanks, this is still looking new to me.

Okay, mostly banter and japes in the commentary here. About Dirk “throwing a huge tantrum in his philosophy cave”.

We’ve had quite a bit of speculation on whether this is “really” Andrew. To that, I think we’d say that it doesn’t “really” matter.

Really? That was speculated about? :/

Here we discover that Dirk has not, as some people have speculated, been directly intervening into the Candy timeline, or influencing it in any way. In fact, he has a very hard time seeing anything going on there at all.

Mhmm, and that was a pretty important thing to learn.

A couple of years ago I might have agreed with the take that everything happening in Candy is simply too outlandish to ever happen naturally, without direct, villainous interference, but that was before literally every fucking batshit insane thing that has happened on Real Life Earth started going down, and now I will believe literally anything.

This is a nice bit of distraction from the idea that at least the opening parts of the Candy story were written/narrated by Original, Alive Calliope over on meat side. To refresh your memory of what was pointed out to me:

ROXY: back when jade first got all effed up callie saw somethin and it made them freak out ROXY: it took me weeks to convince them that it was safe to come home ROXY: but now we got the opposite problem and they arent leavin the house at all ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls TEREZI: WH4T? ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise ROXY: some of it is like ROXY: weird and violent?? ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um ROXY: nudity???? TEREZI: >:? ROXY: yeah yikes ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit ROXY: anyway thats kept callie kinda busy

Which tracks with the initial out-of-character-seemingness of almost everyone at the start of Candy, and how they kind of tried to railroad things back onto the “Happy??” track after Dirk derailed it with his weird self-accumulation suicide, along with some of the flowery-idyllic descriptions of characters seeing each other bathed in a halo of light and such.

Of course, they’re not going to out-and-out STATE that Calliope was at fault for that narration, helping the Candy story not necessarily fall out the way it did “naturally”, until we finally get a glimpse of her on the heroes’ ship in Meat probably still painting the continuing Candy events, inspiring them into the void of the singularity with her latent powers. Til then, it’s a bit of misdirection whenever the topic is to be brought up. Along with a mix of Roxy’s late-Candy point to John of more or less “why COULDN’T we have done this naturally? you don’t know”.

He might even think that he has more direct power over the narrative than Hussie does himself. Surprise, motherfucker, you are a fictional character.

I’ll quote this next part in full:

There’s been talk of whether or not this bonus was written in the two days between its release and the Yiffy reveal chapter. The answer is--no. It was written over a month ago. But I think the things it addresses were not difficult to suss out. Obviously, Dirk is highlighting the issues that the readership are having with Yiffy, in his typical Dirk fashion. If it seems a little defensive, well...I suppose it is. Yiffy is one of the two hard lines drawn in the sand, and all of us love her, and we’re hoping that everyone else will love her too. But more than that, it focuses on the fact that update culture has a rhythm to it--shock, revulsion, acceptance (or not), and then excitement (or not). Will it follow that pattern this time? Who knows. I guess we’ll find out.

Yeah, given what was going to be dropped on us I expected they would have had exactly this lined up, especially because Andrew specifically mandated Yiffy. --I wonder why they aren’t mentioning that somewhere in the commentary and only on one of their Twitters?

Also quoting this:

There’s something both incredibly “cringe” and self-indulgent, as well as philosophically intriguing, about the author arguing with his villain, especially since he’s writing both halves of the conversation himself. You are, for all intents and purposes, trying to solve a problem that you have created for yourself. You are looking an aspect of your personality in the eye and asking, hey, what the fuck, man?

But in the end, isn’t that what every story is? Trying to untie knots that you put in the rope yourself?

Since it’s part of the central struggle of this story, and kind of the question Andrew’s tried to imply with every Homestuck work about what right we have to keep these characters trapped in a story, and if they’d be better off escaping it.

I’m really trying to avoid quoting so much of this, since the commentary is paid... but I think we can make an exception here? I’ll have only quoted about half of it; just, the really plot-important half. Plus, I left out a LOOOT of japes.

Dirk has a certain idea of how stories are supposed to go. That’s pretty much what the Epilogues is about. The audience also has a certain expectation of how a story is supposed to go. In a way, the Epilogues were also about that. They were taking a story that had reached the traditionally “acceptable” happily ever after, and saying, wait, no. What happens next? Thinking past happily ever after in any story is a terrifying prospect. Once Cinderella marries the prince, what then? Sure, she got what she wanted, but who knows that it will be everything she dreamt it would? What if she changes her mind, if not today, what about ten years from now? What if the prince dies of malaria?

And I’m...

Yeah I don’t have anything else to add here, I’m kind of out of brain juice to think about this tonight. BUSY day I had. Y’all take care!

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #Homestuck Commentary

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Don't Hurt Da Baby!

(This is a reblog from my wattpad GalaxyAuroraBorealis)

Ok so the title seems a little juvenile but I can promise you...its not too bad but still. Also it's an all sides relationship. Of course Roman and Remus aren't dating each other just everyone else. (Slapping, crying, little!Virgil, age regression/non sexual, good end)

Virgils POV

Virgil was sitting on his bed, crying, having just come out of a panic attack, and almost instantaneously thrown into little space.

He was scared as he had messed up the audition and had made Logan, Roman, and deciet, his three more theatre and work enclined boyfriends, upset with him.

Just as he started calming down a harsh knock was set on his door. This set him further into littlespace. From about 4 to 2 and a half. He was scared when he heard Roman cuz he knew something was gonna happen. He stood up and opened the door.

"Virgil! What was that! You made Thomas freak out ruining the audition ergo ruining both mine and Logan's hard work and then deciet had to attempt to give Thomas false confidence giving him more work! Is that what you want gah that's it!" Roman exclaimed before striking Virgil across his face.

The mix of shouting and the slap plunged Virgil into babyspace fairly quick. He started to cry and ran from his bedroom to the living room and into Remus's arms before collapsing.

Remus's POV

"Woah, woah, woah. Baby Bat what wrong what happened?" Remus exclaimed barely catching Virgil as he launched himself into Remus's arms. Patton came rushing over seeing Virgil crying.

"Woah Rem! What's wrong with him what happened? Why's his cheek red?" Patton exclaimed to him. Remus quickly looked at Virgil's dull red handprint on his cheek. Now Remus was angry. Regardless if Virgil was in littlespace before the slap he definitely was now. "Baby I know you are small but I need to know what happened and how old you are okay? Can you do that for me baby?" Remus said softly not wanting to scare the little anymore than he already was.

" 'oman mad. He mad at me. So's 'ogan and Momma. Dey mad at baby. I baby. Willy smol." Virgil said with the child like lisp of his. "Good job baby thank you for telling me I'm so proud of you for telling me. Can I give you to Patton for a bit?"

"Patton!" Virgil exclaimed clapping his hands before being handed over to Patton. Remus then grabbed Virgil's paci out of Virgil's hoodie pocket. He slipped it into Virgil's mouth before he turned away seeing the missing three from their group enter the room Roman looking angry but a little worried. Virgil turned his head and burried it in Patton's neck, scared of what was gonna happen.

Third person POV

Remus quickly threw Patton some noise cancelling headphones for Virgil before he began yelling at the other sides. "What's this with you being angry at Virgil! He didn't do anything wrong!" Remus yelled, angry at them for hurting his baby bat.

"He messed up the schedule causing and emense amount of stress, anxiety, and problems for Thomas. Saying we are angry at him thats a bit much upset yes angry not so much." Logan responded in a calm manor.

Deciet said nothing just walking over to Virgil grabbing him and holding him in his lap. He rocked the small baby in his arms as Patton went up to join in the argument.

"Roman! You hit Virgil! That's not okay. Not only is it wrong to hit anybody but you literally hit somebody in the mindset of child!" Patton said half yelling at Roman in anger.

"Wait what Roman? Why would you do that. You might have anger issues but that doesn't give you the right to hit anybody!" Logan exclaimed angrily at Roman.

"I know but-" "But nothing Roman we don't want to hear from you, now off to your room! " Deceit said butting into their conversation from the couch taking off virgils headphones.

Virgil giggled and grabbed at deciets gloved hand pulling at his glove. They eldest 4 in the group just smiled at him.

"Ok Logan can you give grab some blankets from upstairs? I just put all of the ones normally down here in the wash." Patton asked Logan before heading to the kitchen to make some food for them all.

"Hey Remus will you go get some of our baby bats things while I go help Patton? " Deceit asked Remus kissing him on the cheek before standing up. "What about him, won't he need supervision? " Remus asked. "He'll be fine I'm pretty sure he's to little get up anyways but me and Patton are just right there. " Deceit said pointing to the kitchen.

Remus then headed upstairs grabbing Virgil's baby blanket, some smol clothes, a sippy cup, and Virgil's favourite stuffies.

Virgil's POV

Virgil wasn't as little anymore. He was big boy. He was exactly 2 year old. He was mad that momma and papa and Lolo and Pat were angry with Ro. He didn't mean to and know Ro was sad. So like the good child he was, he's gonna go make him feel better.

He raced upstairs and knocked on Roman's door. "Who's there?" "Hewwo 'oman it is I Virgil! Can I come in? Pweaseeee!" Virgil asked dragging the e. "Oh it's you little prince of course come on in.

" Hewwo 'oman are u otay? An don lie to me cuz dats not nice." Virgil said sternly. "Oh little prince don't worry about me I can handle the words of the others you on the other hand shouldn't be in here the others don't want you to be right now also, I'm sorry I shouldn't of hit you it was wrong for me to do, regardless of your age." Roman said holding Virgil as Virgil cuddled up to him.

"It otay I no mad. It wong but I no mad also momma and papa and lolo and Pat are a bunch of poopy heads if dey think dey can keep me from u." Virgil said butting his head against Roman cheek trying to give him a "kiss".

"Hey Ro?" Virgil said softly "Yes my little prince?" Roman asked Virgil wondering what he was gonna say. "I wuv u" Virgil said. "I love you too, baby" Roman responded. "Now how about we go back to the others they are probably worried about where you went little prince." Roman said picking up Virgil and carrying him downstairs.

-----Meanwhile-----

Remus was carrying Virgil's stuff while Logan was carrying some blankets. Once they both arrived downstairs seeing no Virgil called out in unison. "Hey where's Virgil?"

Patton and deceit having just finished making food were walking into the living room when this was said.

They freaked out looking around to see if Virgil was there. He wasn't. They all ran upstairs and were about to barge in to Romans room when they heard this -shouldn't be in here the others don't want you to be right now also, I'm sorry I shouldn't of hit you it was wrong for me to do, regardless of your age."

"It otay I no mad. It wong but I no mad also momma and papa and lolo and Pat are a bunch of poopy heads if dey think dey can keep me from u."

They all awwed walking away happy that Virgil and Roman were getting along. "We are 'poopy heads' for some reason" Logan said laughing. "Yeah I guess we are." Patton said laughing as well as the others.

They all sat down turning on movies while waiting for Virgil and Roman to come down when all of a sudden they come waltzing down stairs "The prince has arrived!" Roman declared. "An 'oman is ere too!" Virgil said afterwards. We all just smiled at that.

Roman handed Virgil's to deceit and said "I believe this is yours?" Deceit smiled handing him to Remus so Remus could change him into something more kid comfy.

After a few minutes Remus returned, Virgil in hand with some nightmare before Christmas pj's on and a bat plushies in hand.

Virgil ran over and sat in front of us patton handing him his food. "Tank ou Pat!" Virgil exclaimed digging in while watching the movie. Gosh could the kid get any more adorable.

After Virgil finished Logan picked Virgil and his plate up carrying both of them to the kitchen.

Virgil was resting his head against Logan's neck tiredly. He slipped outta Logan's grasp and curled up on Romans. As Virgil fell asleep Roman said "I am the chosen one."

After awhile they turned off the movies and Patton picked up Virgil carrying him and his bats,

Nova, stardust, and speckle up with him.

They then all proceeded to gather in Virgil's bed (it's bigger than most people think)and snuggle up to each other falling asleep.

#slapping #crying #agere!virgil

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years

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Spring Cleaning - Chapter 3

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comedy Rating: PG Warnings: Extremely brief mention of anorexia. Pairing: personal assistant!jungkook x ceo!reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This chapter is kind of short but I’m really happy with where I’m ending this one so just go with it and try to enjoy it.

Tagging: @deolly @katebacks

Summary: Your mother built you to be a thriving business machine. However, in her old age, she’s growing soft and wants grand kids to spoil. Your home and yard are a mess due to your busy schedule. So your mother attempts to kill two birds with one stone.

“Good night, Mr. Jeon.”

“Good night, Miss. Kwon.”

That moment continuously ran through Jungkook’s mind as he laid there in his new, and very comfy, bed. It was now morning and the sun was shining through the curtains and the birds were chirping within the trees outside. However, all the poor boy could think about was last night and how.....wonderful it was.

Dinner had been more than successful and you seemed quite pleased with his cooking skills. After the two of you had loaded up the dishwasher, it was time to say your good nights. Perhaps to you it wasn’t all that deep, but for Jungkook.....it all felt a little......intimate? As if the two of you were sharing a moment?

He had allowed you to climb the stairs first. Not just to be a gentleman, but in case you were to lose your balance and he would be there to catch you. But of course the additional view of your perky round bum was a nice bonus too. Gentleman or not, Jungkook was still a man and he could appreciate a nice set of cheeks when faced with them.

Upon reaching the stairs, the two of you approached your respective doors and spared a glance at each other. This was where it all felt so.....yeah the boy didn’t know how to describe it. There had been this look in your eyes and he couldn’t figure out what it meant. Not to mention you had kept your expression pretty neutral. Gah you really puzzled him.

After your exchange of soft good nights, Jungkook had closed the door so softly, he was afraid anything stronger would have caused the moment to shatter like a glass vase. Why was his chest feeling all funny? Why were his hands all sweaty and clammy? Ugh. Too many questions. He needed some sleep.

And that was how he fell asleep thinking about you, and waking up right where he left off....Thinking about you. Sighing heavily as he draped an arm over his eyes, he mumbled out loud to the room,

“You’re playing with fire, Jeon. Don’t do anything stupid to screw this up.”

Deciding to finally get up and start his day, the young male rolled out of bed and started preparing for a shower. Dang. Even the bathroom was upscale compared to anything he had lived in before. Jungkook knew you had money but still. Wow. Padding into the shower stall once the water was how he liked it, the boy allowed the water to rain on his tired face and puddle down around his feet.

“I should fix her breakfast. She probably doesn’t even eat in the mornings. Probably just works right through them.”

However, his grand master plan of preparing you yet another meal came to a screeching halt when he recalled the simple fact of there being absolutely no food in your house. Grumbling to himself and trying to squash the urge to scold you like a child, Jungkook began washing his hair while he thought about what breakfast items to purchase from the store. What foods did you even like? Were you even a breakfast kind of girl?

After allowing the steam from the shower and the scents of his own body care products fill his senses, the young male left the bathroom feeling twice as better as when he first entered. His body now not so stiff and his muscles loosened up, he went to his new fancy walk-in wardrobe to grab a simple t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans. Putting on a pair of socks to finish his ensemble for the day, Jungkook headed out of his room and trotted down the stairs to investigate the first floor of the house.

“Miss. Kwon?”

No answer.

‘Hmm. Maybe she’s still sleeping? Or maybe......’

He didn’t know why, but his heart kind of sunk at the thought of you working already. That was all you did. You seemed so ate up with it. Surely you realized there was more to life than just work, right? Deciding to use the excuse of breakfast as a conversation starter, he climbed back up the stairs and sought you out.

Upon knocking on your bedroom door and getting no answer, his ill suspicions were only being further confirmed as he then headed for the library door. He found it kind of odd that there wasn’t a direct door to your office and that you had to go through the library to get to it. Shrugging to himself, he opened the door to the room full of books only to be met with a sight he wasn’t ready for.

“Miss. Kwon!”

Seeing you lay there lifeless on the floor with a few papers scattered next to your open but limp hand, Jungkook immediately rushed over to your side and fell onto his knees. Trying not to panic, he didn’t dare move you in case you were hurt anywhere. Instead, he reached for your pulse and let out a shaky breath of relief upon realizing you were okay.

Well......depending on how one defines okay.

From a quick observation, it appeared as though you had simply passed out. But regardless of the severity, this still wasn’t healthy. You weren’t healthy. Being extremely careful and treating you like glass, he eased your body till you were laying flat on your back. Ah......and there it was.

Any other time Jungkook had been around you, it was while you had makeup on. However, it would appear as though sometime in the night, probably when you entered your bedroom last night, you had taken your layers upon layers of makeup off. Now the young man could see the woman behind the cosmetic mask.

The bags under your eyes worried him greatly. You looked so worn out. So drained. He found you laying on the floor because your body had finally reached it’s limit. With a deep frown and eyebrows furrowed, he carefully gathered you in his arms bridal style and proceeded to carry you back to your bedroom. Boundaries be damned. Your health came first in his book. Complete strangers or not.

After getting you comfortable in your own bed, Jungkook had placed your blood pressure medicine along with a bottle of water on your bedside table. Leaving a note explaining that he was going out to do some grocery shopping for breakfast, the young man made absolutely sure you were still breathing normal and resting before heading out for the store.

Protein. That was definitely something you were going to need. Therefore, Jungkook picked up a carton of the best eggs he could find. What else? Milk? Yes, that sounded good and it was loaded with a necessary vitamin. Since he knew you liked the chocolate pie from last night, he went ahead and got a bottle of chocolate syrup in case you preferred a little bit of extra sweetness to your milk.

Eventually, the young man had bought enough food to feed breakfast to an army but he didn’t care. Pushing the full cart out to the truck, he made quick work of loading up the backseats and even his passenger seat. With everything safely in the vehicle, Jungkook was swift as he made his way home. Home....His new home.

Meanwhile, you were right where he left you. Resting in bed. Wow. Your body must really be worn out. With the peace of mind that you were still recovering in bed, Jungkook made his way back downstairs so that he could work on breakfast. The urge to call your mother and inform her of what happened was strong. However, he got the clear message that your mother and yourself didn’t always see eye-to-eye on things. So perhaps he’d hold off on that phone call.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, the young man went to work on finding everything he’d need to cook a breakfast fit for a queen. He had to admit, he really really liked your kitchen. It was so spacious and he had every cooking utensil he could ever want or need. It was an amateur chef’s dream kitchen. He wouldn’t mind cooking all three meals seven days a week if it meant using this space.

Once he finally had everything situated on a nice lap tray, Jungkook carefully packed your breakfast up the stairs. As much as he cringed at the thought of waking you up from your much needed slumber, you also needed to eat. And what better way to rest and eat at the same time than by having breakfast in bed, right? Smiling and feeling quite proud of himself, he paused at the top of the stairs when he realized your bedroom door was open.

Upon peeking inside, he noticed your bed was made and empty.

“Oh no she didn’t.”

With a huff and a deep frown, the male turned on his heel without messing anything up on the tray, he made for the door of the library and nearly barreled into the room. Of course you were nowhere in sight because he knew better. He knew where you were hiding and he was going to find you.

“Miss. Kwon! Open this door!”

He stood there with a grumpy expression while holding the tray with both hands. Sure he probably shouldn’t have shouted and sounded so demanding, but you were being ridiculous. Dare he say, you were being a child. You knew darn well you had no business working with the state your health was in. Just when he was about to threaten to beat the door down, you finally opened it with a not-so-amused look on your face.

“Mr. Jeon?”

“Miss. Kwon. With all due respect, you should be resting. As I’m sure you’re very much aware, I found you passed out on the library floor earlier. That’s not healthy. What you’re doing right now isn’t healthy. I ask you---no---I beg of you, please come back to bed and have some breakfast.”

You stared at him with a blank expression but there was a challenge in your eyes. Even though you knew he was right, you remained stubborn. There was no good reason for it other than you simply didn’t like being told what to do. Hence why you were a CEO and in charge. It had caused a bit of a complex to form over the years. You didn’t do well with being told what to do.

“I can eat in my office.”

“Again, with respect, we both know you won’t touch it. You’ll go right back to work.”

A scoff crossed your face at his blunt call-out. You had to admit, the guy had guts. It would be nothing for you to fire him right where he stood. However.....you weren’t so far into denial that you couldn’t acknowledge the fact that you were the problem here. He was doing his job, what he was hired to do, and you were simply being a brat because you didn’t like to lose. With your pride wounded, you huffed and waved for him to get out of the way.

“Fine. But I’m only staying in bed long enough to eat.”

That was fine, because Jungkook had a plan and you were giving him plenty of time to follow through with it. Smiling a bright bunny smile of happiness, he nodded and allowed you to lead the way to your bedroom. Patiently waiting for you to get situated in bed, the smile never left the boy’s face while he carefully set the lap tray in front of you. With a happy exhale, he spoke.

“Enjoy, Miss. Kwon. Should you need anything else, I will be downstairs cleaning up.”

You simply nodded while munching on some eggs and toast with butter. Seeing you finally nourishing yourself, that was enough to please him so he shut the door gently and proceeded to work out his little plan to keep you in bed and resting. You were gonna throw a fit but it would be worth it. It might cost him his job.......But it would be worth it.

Not that you would ever admit it, but this breakfast was pretty dang good. The eggs were cooked perfectly and the bacon was great. The diced potatoes he had diced up was sauteed with more onions and green peppers but he had sprinkled some cheddar cheese on them as well. Everything was really good. But again....you weren’t about to tell him that.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was carefully and silently working on locking you within your bedroom. Grabbing a chair from the dining room table, he carefully packed the piece of furniture up the stairs and eased it under your doorknob without making a sound. Maybe a very soft thud, but that was it.

Grinning widely to himself and feeling more than pleased, the young male whistled his way down the stairs to go work on cleaning up the kitchen. He himself fixed a bowl of fruit with some toast and butter while he did so. He wasn’t much of a breakfast guy, honestly. He was all about the more heartier meals.

Upon finishing up your breakfast, you carefully set the lap tray at the end of your bed. Now that there was no food or drink that would risk spilling onto your bed, you stood up to head for the door. Problem was, when you turned the doorknob......nothing happened. You could hardly wiggle the dang thing and for the life of you....you couldn’t understand why.

Your door locks from the inside, dang it. Not the outside. So what the hell was going on here? Grumbling as you quickly and easily grew irritated, the first thing that came to your mind was pounding on the door.

“Mr. Jeon???”

No answer.

Truth was, Jungkook could hear you just fine. In fact, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a mischievous grin on his face as he listened to you continuously beat on the door and shout for him. Eh. He’d just say he was outside and couldn’t hear you in case you’d question him later. Although he knew that would only get him so far once you decided to check the security cameras later.

Realizing you weren’t going to be let out any time soon, the jerk was probably standing on the other side of your door snickering, you let out a heavy sigh and turned back to face your bed. It irked you. Why? Because you knew he was right. You knew rest was important and that if you didn’t take care of yourself, you were going to wind up in the hospital in even worse shape. But it just hurt your pride too much to admit it out loud.

After setting the tray on your dresser instead of your bed, you crawled back under the covers and tried to get some sleep. However, that was proving to be difficult as your mind spun with thoughts of all kinds. Meetings, proposals, financial reports, things like that. And when you tried thinking of something other than work, your mind immediately went to your personal assistant you were now sharing living quarters with.

While you were struggling to clear your mind of jumbled up thoughts, Jungkook was finishing up cleaning the kitchen now that he knew you were stuck within your bedroom. Once he had that all cleaned up, it was now time for him to check out your lawn care tools and equipment. He highly doubted you had everything he’d need to properly take care of the outdoor part of your estate. Not to mention he was planning on putting in a small flower garden too. A surprise he had planned.

After some time, you were finally able to shut down your brain and your body along with it. You were so exhausted and drained that you didn’t even dream. Not that you were really a dreamer to begin with but still. It wasn’t till you heard soft knocking on your door and an even softer but deep voice calling out your name that you finally started to stir from your deep slumber. It sounded muffled but you could tell it was your assistant.

“Miss. Kwon?”

“Sss’Open.”

You were so groggy. Wow. It was like you had taken a half a bottle of Z-Quill or something. Cracking your eyes open, you noticed it had grown a bit darker outside. Good gravy, what time was it? How long had you slept? Having lost all sense of time, you could only lay there as you watched the young male ease the door open to let himself inside your more personal space.

“I just wanted to let you know that it’s approaching dinner time. I was wondering if you had anything in mind that you’d like to have. Not to blow my own horn, but I make a mean chicken noodle soup.”

“Thss’Fine.”

Goodness you looked like a mess. You could hardly keep your eyes open. It was almost as if you were either in a drunken stupor or you were recovering from a hangover. Of course the young man knew better. This was your body punishing you for not getting regular sleep and rest. Upon getting your go-ahead to fix the soup, he simply offered you a smile before making his quiet exit, you having already fallen back to sleep.

Jungkook was convinced the local grocery store should give him some kind of frequent customer discount with the several trips he’s had to make within the last two days. It just didn’t help that you had literally not edible food in your house. None. Absolutely nothing. The original plan was to drag you out of the house kicking and screaming and make you tell him what you liked to eat so that he could stock your pantry back up. But that definitely didn’t happen today.

Still, he was happy to see you catching up on sleep. You needed it and he knew you’d feel a lot better once you did. Your head would be a lot clearer and the world around you wouldn’t feel so dizzying. Once upon a time, he himself was just like you. A workaholic. It took landing in the hospital with anorexia for him to open his eyes and realize he wasn’t taking care of himself because he was so ate up with working.

He didn’t want you making the same mistake he did. Perhaps that’s why he felt so strongly about your current living conditions. Because he himself went through the same thing.

Having purchased everything he needed to make the soup, the young man made his way back home and began working in his favorite part of the house. The smell of chicken filled the whole bottom floor and Jungkook couldn’t help but sigh happily. Gosh he loved cooking. Loved it. There was nothing quite like the smell of good food filling a home.

After setting two bowls down on the dining table along with two glasses of ice water, he then went to take the freshly baked loaf of bread out of the oven and moved to pre-slice it. Setting that in the middle of the table along with a stick of chilled butter and a knife, the male stood back and observed his table arranging.

‘Not too bad, Jeon. Not too bad.’

As he made his way up the stairs, he could only hope you were a little more coherent this time around and not so groggy. Approaching your door, he knocked a few times before hearing your voice which sounded a little more clearer than a few hours ago.

“Come in.”

Easing the door open, he was happily surprised to see you much more aware and alert than earlier. Your eyes were still a bit heavy lidded but it was obvious that you were aware of your surroundings. Smiling warmly, Jungkook opened the door all the way as he walked in and spoke casually but softly,

“Dinner is ready when you are, Miss. Kwon. Do you need help down the stairs?”

You carefully climbed out of bed and the young man itched to step closer so that he could steady you while you stood up, but he knew there were personal boundaries that he had to respect and so he remained where he was by the door. However, you surprised him when you carefully walked over to him and looped your arms around one of his own. In a soft but calm voice, you spoke.

“It would be a good idea to have some help down the stairs. My mind is still a bit cloudy with sleep.”

“Absolutely, Miss. Kwon. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

His words rang in your foggy head as you allowed him to help you out of your room and down the stairs. Like a true gentleman, he took his time and helped you down one step at a time till the both of you were finally on level ground again. You slowly blinked a few times to help clear your vision and was surprised at what you saw. Had your house always looked this dusty? Goodness sake.

Helping you to the dining table, you were amazed at how wonderful the soup smelled. And was that fresh baked bread sitting in the middle of the table? Dang. This boy went all out. You could feel yourself salivating as he helped you into a seat before he walked around to sit across from you. It was kind of muggy outside so he decided it would be best to eat inside tonight.

“Please enjoy, Miss. Kwon. Nothing makes me feel better like a hearty bowl of chicken noodle soup. May I serve you a slice of bread with butter?”

You sat there in a bit of a daze and honestly he couldn’t blame you. For the first time since first meeting each other, Jungkook noticed a faint sparkle in your eyes. They weren’t as dark and hollow as he was used to seeing. He knew sleep would be good for you. Perhaps that was the biggest part of why you were such a grump all the time. It was because you simply didn’t get enough sleep. That would make anyone turn into a bear with a sore bum.

“I-----That would be nice. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

With a warm smile and a nod of reassurance, the young man comfortably picked up the knife and a slice of bread before putting a decent amount of butter on it before handing it over to you on a small dinner plate. After softly thanking him, you watched him butter a slice for himself rather than taking a bite into your food. Had his smile always been so sweet and charming? Nah......must be your imagination.....

Dinner was much more quiet this time around compared to last night. You felt....awkward. You felt more.....alert about your surroundings and what you were feeling and experiencing. What was going on with you? All you could do was sit there and pace yourself as you took slow spoon fulls of your soup and small bites of bread with butter.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was watching you closely while he ate. You were very.....subdued. The spark and that fire you normally held was now just a small candlelight flame that emitted a soft glow. Perhaps you were finally learning to slow down a bit and not work yourself to death. Maybe you were finally taking time to stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, the soup.

“I think.......I will call off work tomorrow.”

He nearly choked on a noodle.

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[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 13

I’m back! Took a little break to watch Rebellion, mostly recovered from that so I can return to watching this light-hearted tale of whimsy and hahaha no. Onwards with Brotherhood!

Episode 13 - “Beasts of Dublith” Izumi’s talking about Ed seeing “it” and surviving. Ooh, do we get info on Truth this episode? [Izumi]: “Regardless, I can’t accept the decision you made. You’re expelled.” What?! Teacher turns away, tells them to get on a train. Ed just bows and thanks her for everything. ...wow, I’d forgotten how hard this show can hit. Huh, same intro? I thought this was the halfway point of the season, don’t animes usually switch things up at this point? ...at the very least, I’d like them to change the into so I don’t have to see Hughes again at the beginning of each episode YES I’M STILL BITTER. Sig’s seeing them off at the station, saying they should drop by if they’re ever in town again. Sorry buddy, but I don’t thin- [Sig]: “You idiots! You’re so busy pouting you can’t see what your expulsion means; You aren’t her students anymore, so now you’re finally free to speak to Izumi as equals!” Oh. Ohhhh. Ok, so that was her way of ‘graduating’ them. I can see it. [Sig]: “Unless, of course, you’re too chicken to try it.” Suddenly Ed facepalms? There’s something you forgot to do? I thought the point of the trip was to visit your old Teacher. [Sig]: “Don’t let her kill you.” ...Gee, thanks for the advice. Ed gets back to the butcher shop GAH good thing Ed’s quick enough to duck knives. Izumi is not happy to see him again. But the Elric Brothers say that they’ve come looking for a way to get their bodies back, and that they are staying. A staredown commences.

Izumi… relents? Huh, I thought she would have kept this up until you stopped calling her Teacher. Time to talk about “the Truth”! Al didn’t see it, doesn’t even really know what it means. Izumi says he lost his memory from the shock… oh! Yeah, if the cost of what Ed saw was his leg, for Al to lose his entire body as the “toll”? Oh good grief you two, stop talking about how “awful” and “horrifying” it was, you’re scaring the kid. Izumi’s got a lead in an acquaintance who might be able to retrieve the memory. But first, dinner! Eavesdropper! We’ve got a Gollum taking a peek in the window, confirming that Ed can transmute human souls. Oh wow that’s a tail, is this guy part-Gecko? Back at Eastern Command, some old guy with bifocals is playing chess with Roy, expositing that he’s transferring in one week. (Subtitles say) General Grumman is giving the standard platitudes of “it won’t be the same without you”, “I got to relax thanks to your hard work”, ect ect. Hmm, noting that his glasses are consistently shiny, not a good sign. Ooh, that was a flinch, and yup, checkmate. Good job Roy! Grumman plays it off as a “going away gift”, Roy presses this charitable mood. Hello there, Master Sergeant Kain Fuery. Gotta be honest here, I’m still holding the loss of Fuhrer Fury against you, here’s hoping you can be a good enough character to overcome that bias. We’ve also got Warrant Officer Vato Falman, Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda, Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc-

No, not that Jean. And First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye as well. Seems that Roy’s added them to his own transfer, they’ll join him in Central. No objections! [Havoc]: “I’ve got a problem, sir. See, I just started dating this girl and I really like her.” [Roy]: “Dump her.” Wow. Remind me not to go to Roy for relationship advice. What is it you see in this guy again, Riza? Cut to some dude working out with a crude dumbbell. Oh hey it’s Scar! How’s it going buddy? Apparently he’s not supposed to be working out, the Ishvalan kid Rick chides him for aggravating his wounds. He opens the tent for someone else, and Scar looks shocked? [Scar]: “Master!” Ooh, a parallel episode! The Elrics and Scar working with their old teachers! I like these! Master’s talking with Scar now, saying he knows that his student’s been targeting State Alchemists. But regardless of their crimes, such vengeance will only cause further violence. Senseless revenge, feeding a fruitless cycle of death? Man this Master pulls no punches. He tells Scar to end this cycle once and for all- Suddenly two non-Ishvalans poke their heads into the tent, identify Scar and start talking about a bounty. Uh oh. Either Scar’s gonna ignore his Master, or we’ll find out why this guy is called Master even in the subtitles. Third guy is hiding behind some rubble, Ishvalan bystanders yell at Yoki for bringing bounty hunters. Man, another whiny Elric antagonist? Oh yeah, I’m sure that you’ll “rise up” and take your revenge. Total faith in you buddy. Off-topic, do you mind telling me when you plan to face them? I want to know when so I can sell tickets I mean show my support. Scar realizes that he’ll only bring more trouble, however irritating, if he stays there. Yyyyeah, you bounty hunters had no idea who you were messing with. One dismembering and face-grab later, Scar doesn’t even bother with Yoki, just dons sunglasses once more.

Master tries one more guilt-trip (“Your brother would be sad”), we get a dramatic zoom at Scar’s tattooed arm. Scar just says it’s too late to turn back now, and walks off.

Al’s sweeping outside the butcher shop when a ball of paper’s thrown at his feet. A note from Gecko-Man, Bido? Oh wow a place called “Devil’s Nest”, I’m sure it’s a quite reputable business. Some guys sniffs and jumps down to join Bido and a lady in the street, to greet Al as he walks up. A meeting? Ooh, did you guys try to blackmail Al? This can only end well. Nose-Man (Dolcetto) tries to get Al to come with them, one “Ooh, I’m just a widdle kid” act later… Uh oh! So while Dolcetto went down like a punk, Tatoo-Lady (Martel) took the advantage to get inside Al’s armor, slow him down for an older guy (Roa) to show up for a turn and wrestle the armor to the ground. [Al]: “You people aren’t human, are you?” No, really? What gave it away, the guy with a giant gecko tail? [Greed]: “Good guess! They’re Chimeras… And they happen to work for me.” Wait, Greed? Aw crap it’s another Goth! The Terminator from the intro, no less! So Al’s in some sort of basement now, Martel still keeping him controlled from inside the armor while Greed is starting some sort of pitch. So wait, how is Greed connected to the rest of the Goths? I can see he has the Uroboros tattoo on his hand like the others, but I’m getting a different vibe from him. Al asks what they really are, they can’t be Chimera’s because the only “talking Chimera” we’ve seen before was something I really don’t want to remember. Greed just says to not believe everything the government says. Martel’s part-snake, Roa was… cow? Ok. Throw in a lizard (still gonna call him gecko), a crocodile, and a dog. Man, Dolcetto’s not having a good time this episode. As for how these Human-Chimeras are possible, Greed says that they were created by the military. But he’s even more uncommon than they are: he’s a Homunculus. Wait, a Homunculus? Are you sure you’re using the right term there? I can understand Chimera, a mix of species, but my understand of Homunculi is that they’re mini-humans, basically familiars. Oh ok, so apparently the definition of a Homunculus in Brotherhood is a more general “artificially created human”. Flashback to Baby!Elrics studying alchemy, raising the point that yeah that’s Human Transmutation isn’t it? Al is really upset by this claim, saying that it’s just an unproven theory. So Greed says he’ll prove it SWEET LETO WHAT THE TRUTH ok Roa just went Thor on Greed’s skull, the corpse falls. But Al barely has time to ask what the heck that was for when the body raises a hand in a “wait a moment” gesture, and red sparks fly as Greed reforms good as new. Huh. So we’ve already know that the Goths are hard to put down (knife to the forehead), but to completely regenerate after your brain is splattered? Yeah, this is gonna be tough. So, back to why they’ve captured Al? Oh, that’s why? Sure Greed’s got a body that can recover from normally fatal injuries, but he still “dies”. Meanwhile, he’s got a moving, talking suit of armor right here! A body that never dies… Now this is really interesting, looking at two concepts of immortality: a regenerating organic form, or an unchanging metal form. Transhumanism, ho! Still, I don’t think that this is a form of “immortality” that you want, Greed. You want the finer things in life? Get yourself stuck in armor like Al, and you lose your sense of touch and taste. And you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who’s willing to give those up. Greed’s pushing to know how Al got his soul in the armor, Al truthfully says that he can’t remember how and that it wasn’t him who did it. So Greed’s gonna have to talk to the original caster. [Ed]: “Now where’d a seven-foot tall suit of armor run off to?” Bido tries to make Ed pay to know where his brother is. Bido gets used to open the basement door. Al tells Ed that Greed’s a Homunculus (“Hey! Way to ruin it.”), and that he might be able to help them with their body problem. But Greed shows off his Uroboros tattoo, which he has to know that Ed recognizes. Greed says that “they don’t talk much anymore.” A falling out? Greed makes his pitch: He’ll teach them how to make a Homunculus (to transfer their souls to?), if they teach him how to transfer a soul. “Classic equivalent exchange.” EEC: 8 Finally, I get to update that count! Given how much the phrase made Tephi snicker I thought I’d be hearing it more often, best I can tell the last time was… ugh, Tucker. Moving on. Well of course you don’t understand why Al would want his body back, Greed. You don’t know the limitations. [Greed]: “You’re joking, right? You don’t need to eat, you don’t need to sleep, you don’t even need to use the toilet! Sounds great to me!” Yup. Ed’s pissed. Greed can only applaud his monologue. There you go Dolcetto, go ahead and get Worfed. But Greed puts up much more of a fight, going into the terminator mode from the intro, blocking all of Ed’s attacks as an Ultimate Shield. So Ed’s basically fighting MGR’s Armstrong, then? “Homunculus, son!” [Greed]: “Oh. You’re one of those guys. You don’t care if someone beats the crap out of you, but if someone lays a hand on a family member you completely freak out. What a waste… you lose your temper like this and you’re gonna lose my information and your brother.” But Ed thinks he still has a chance. Until Greed shows that he was holding back so he didn’t have to cover up his pretty face. Sig’s found the dropped broom, evidence that the boys have gone missing. Because Leto forbid they skip out on their chores and invoke Izumi’s wrath. A passerby says they were seen going into a bar called the Devil’s Nest. In said bar, Ed is [SUFFERING IN PAIN], literally breaking his automail on Greed and getting thrown around. But he has a plan? Oh yeah, Alchemy! He shorts out Greed’s Ultimate Shield to bust up his organic hand, Greed grows it back quickly and remarks that that was bizarre. Another attack, and stalagmites to the chest! Chemistry for the win! Since Greed told Ed that he was human, Ed knew that a third of his body was made of carbon. He figured that Greed was using that to make his shield, just rearranging the atoms. So all Ed had to do was rearrange them right back, graphite instead of diamond. Alright! Big Letodamn Hero entrance by Izumi! Who throws a mook at Ed and yells at him for not putting the broom away. [Greed]: “Oh give me a break. Don’t tell me you’re going to try and start anything, lady. It’s no fun fighting a woman.”

Time for Housewife Beatdown! *credits* ...Damn it!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #ranubis #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 13

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59: The Continuing Adventures of Dave and Roxy, as well as the concerns assailing them.

Yay, the Charleston! (Boo the fact that if Jake’s targeted by a sniper, Dave can’t so easily react by slowing down time and tackling him out of the way, or whatever!)

***sagenods, despite never having had anything like his own experience, myself***

It’s good to see that in quantifiable terms, there. Also good to see Dave’s awkward insecurity on the matter never faded away during those recognition stages. It makes it at least 1000% funnier. Ask Colonel Sassacre.

HA! Also: I love to see that paranoia in action, ramping up the comedy value even more and legitimizing my previous statement that this was funny, which some people would consider incredibly rude, probably! It is also interesting to think of the fact that the 30-70% enumeration suggests he goes back and forth as far as which of the two sexes he is apparently considering legitimate “targets” of his interest (troll biology/sexuality didn’t cease to be probably quite different from human reproductive systems, or anything, and Calliope/cherubs in general may very well be hermaphroditic either in a simultaneous or sequential manner, so I obviously have to recognize them here). Obviously, there’s also the possibility he’s just not thinking of such other sexes due to is human upbringing on earth, were intersex members of society are relatively rare, and thus the idea that there are only two sexes tends to widely be embraced by (most, but increasingly not all) members of the Western society/civilization he dwelt in. I don’t blame him for his upbringing: everyone brings their own baggage into their later life.

Yeah... the Stralondes bring some interesting genetic factors to the table. I am not sure how much that actually directly influences things. Part of the issue is probably Bro’s impact on his life, which exposed Dave to a great deal of sexual material and almost undeniably stunted his growth in weird ways. (Note: I do not suggest that his apparent self-labeled bisexuality is a result of his growth being stunted, regardless of the fact that one’s early life does indeed have an impact on one’s later identity; rather, I am merely suggesting that Bro’s influences, while dramatically increasing his capacity for survival in SBURB, and thus technically being instrumental to everything that followed, gave him psychological issues which everyone must admit made him struggle quite a bit over the years. It may be likely that he would have developed the same sexual dispositions regardless of the scars Bro inflicted on him [both emotional and physical], but we can never truly know, for Time is weird: issues are entangled.)

Dirk, you named yourself after a Platonic work! How can you not understand how great and important relationships which reach to the point of bonds between souls and transcend the physicality of sexual relations can be?!?!?!

GAH, I just... sometimes, you really can’t expect reasonable thoughts from this guy, can you?

On the other hand, let’s just all take a moment to celebrate the irony of “... even my harshest critics would never accuse me of such cruelty” from Dirk Strider. Best. Fricking. bundle of words that ever emerged from his mouth, probably.

I would argue that even without the opposition, displays of gender are by no means culturally vestigial in the same way that fashion generally is not. It’s a direct reflection of the soul, projected outward. (Like a person’s hat, or shirt. [Dirk having a hat on his shirt was not just a reflection of the fact that he was “kid bro,” or whatever, but was actually an early suggestion of his Heart aspect.]) Obviously, this is limited by the resources, imagination, and environment/occupation of the individual involved, and there are in fact numerous things which are more important for a person in reality, but that doesn’t mean that it’s something to be dismissed like that altogether.

***cough projected future dramatic irony, cough*** Also ironic insofar as I am not 100% sure he actually cares about Roxy’s identity/gender issues so much as he might find them annoying and boring to be dragged through. Somewhat ironic+hilarious for a fellow Heart player to find this kind of thing unbearable, if so. Maybe it’s just the Prince in him.

It is good of you to be concerned for her well-being, I suppose. Considering it is your own identity that is at issue, here, I would suggest you hold a little more weight, but regardless, this is good. As for the matter of your transformation and dissatisfaction with your hair as it is now: I suppose Dave’s step by step relation of his own journey as made quite an impression on you. Hopefully, you do not feel jealous, but rather, patiently continue to contemplate your own path and, as Alt!Calliope suggests you might think, head toward a more potent and firm+real understanding of your own identity+self. It is okay to be uncertain and questioning, for now. I’m sure the shakiness of first steps will give way to confidence naturally in due time. These things are not easy, obviously, but reaching out to someone who’s had similar struggles is a good choice: it will likely make things easier, especially since he’s someone you can dependably put your trust in, despite his flippant, awkward attitude in general. (Also: on a more abstract note, it is interesting to see Roxy ascribing meaninglessness to her hair choice, and expressing lack of understanding on her identity issues. Very tight writing, on Hussie’s part, making the kids reflect their aspects and struggle so keenly with things relating to them.)

Given the fact that Cherubs naturally have very violent sex and spend eons before their first (and only?) sexual encounter, that’s not really much of an insult, if “virgin” should ever be considered one to begin with. Pompous is definitely more accurate and applicable, though. Also: Hooray, actually saying things, and getting the size of his text back again! (I am not actually really cheering for Dirk so much as I am finding it interesting for the sake of the ongoing conflict acting as an undercurrent to the storytelling, right now. It’s truly fascinating to see two narrators fighting amongst themselves like this! )

Everything about this (especially Alt!Calliope’s confidence and her “’human tanties’” line) is incredibly amusing. I love it.

Lil Cal might beg to differ. But that is a complicated tangent which does not deal with this version of Dirk directly. (Preemptive Edit: Also funny because of the fact that Doc Scratch is literally a walking, talking puppet with a Dirk inside.)

Yes, justifying toying with your friends because you know them and have investment in their lives therefore is indeed very logical, reasonable, and highly rational of you to do. Thank you for this brilliant insight into the human condition.

Oh, so this is now a reference to the Charles Whitman shootings at the University of Texas? That is a very interesting and curious choice to portray Dirk’s derangement with, especially considering the earlier statement about Dirk knowing solitude in a similar manner to Alt!Calliope’s own knowledge of it. (Almost appropriate, considering she basically destroyed the fabric of Paradox Space to kill her brother in cold blood [the way revenge and Eternity are best served], but I guess this is a digression~)

I wonder if he really intends this, or if it is in fact a ruse in order to time things perfectly such that he can in fact shoot Alt!Calliope in Jade’s body without her initially expecting it. Particularly since, if I am thinking of the correct gun, it actually shoots portals that allow for ridiculously long range shots that would normally be impossible.

Wow, that is cold, Alt!Calliope, throwing Rose under the bus like that. Also: I suddenly have “ Do the impossible, see the invisible. Row! Row! Fight the power! Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable. Row! Row! Fight the power!” playing in my head, as if this were a flash animation. That thought process really puts things in perspective, if this is supposed to be (at least to him) a tale of Dirk fighting against causality and the will of Paradox Space to make things become irrelevant and to fade out of perception.

Guaranteed to blow [somebody’s] mind.

She warned you about---

History repeating itself.

Such anime. Such wonders. Man, this is really fricking interesting, seeing Dirk and Calliope actually going at it on a twinned physical and metaphysical battlefield! It’s like we’re finally being shown a cherub predomination contest in action! (I wonder if Alt!Calliope will eventually fall into caliginous attraction for him. This would be quite amusing.)

Wow, that was probably a bad move taken at an inopportune time. The question is: Is she forced to make that by laws of narrative relevance, or is it a purposeful decision on her part to spitefully turn away from him, despite the likely imminent consequences. On the other hand: This could be a very powerful and shrewd tactic on her part to recruit Dave to serve her purposes. Given his presence at the event, he could either intercept Dirk (I almost called him Bro-- gah!) or save Jake, if led properly. If she is particularly spiteful, she could use him as a sacrificial piece and have him take the bullet instead of Jake, which could be very, very painful to Dirk.

Huh. Despite Terezi’s comment about onions not making people cry, Trolls are inherently averse to them in the same way that dogs are to chocolate, huh? Also, people are Ogres, and Homestuck is Shrek. This is definitely the unadulterated truth. Additionally: Pffft. It seems that the idea that the Green Sun Black Hole’s presence making Roxy’s own void less effective for everyone might be true! Or, alternatively, Dave just knows enough to make the guess. Or both, possibly.

Pffft. She’s oblivious to her own inscrutability! Perfect. XD That said: YES! HECK YES! HECK FRICKING YES, ROXY SHADES!!! :’D (Oh, and shades are a symbol of the Void [not just because they keep out light, but because they block the eyes, which are symbolic of Light and Heart, but more importantly for this, Light], the same way that alcohol and oceans are. Somewhat surprising that she didn’t have a pair of them already, at this point, if we’re being totally honest.)

Yeah, if it was not obvious that the method of Alt!Calliope informing Dave of this threat would be subtle like that rather than a direct statement/command, then I don’t know what is obvious to you guys.

This, psychologically+sociologically, makes a great deal of sense, considering humans seem to have a natural propensity for feeling distasteful towards some sort of “other,” regardless of what it is. Thus, there’s a double-edged sword involved, quite logically, and somewhat saddeningly, to the otherwise open and accepting mentality that humans seem to have socially adopted in their new environment. At the same time, the way that this is delivered is horribly hilarious (tragi-comically so), and I’m barely sorry that I find that to be the case.

Yes. Yes, it was cute, indeed. Sad to see it go, somewhat. But his question is incredibly silly and very awkward, just as is natural for Dave. Thus, I find it acceptable and in-character, not insulting or narrow-minded, as some might.

***laughs alongside them, for indeed, this has all become quite funny, despite the fact that it is a “distaction [sic.]” from the seriousness at hand***

FRICKING... DANGIT, ALT!CALLIOPE, IF THIS TURNS OUT THE WAY YOUR WORDING IMPLIES IT WILL, I SWEAR...!!!

Okay, so you seem to have just used it as a convenient threat, and worded things such that he had time that he didn’t necessarily clearly have in order to basically take two actions instead of one. (His jump to save Karkat could have cost Jake his life, or Dave his.)

As I was going to say, but was prevented from doing due to a belief that it would be better to include these lines too: His statement about her being right about many things clearly, while initially making it seem that he was indeed going to take the shot, heroic death chance or no, almost certainly ensures that this is actually a subterfuge on his part (similar to but a reversal of Caliborn replacing the hats on the king and queen: in this case, he is switching his OPPONENT’s chess pieces’ appearances, making her think he’s targeting one, but is actually going for the other, more crucial target [as should be obvious, given the thematic similarities between Dirk and Caliborn, and the tendency of events in Paradox Space to rhyme with one another]).

Check.

Indeed, indeed. Alt!Calliope senses a similar pattern, quite sensibly, which is fitting with her role as Muse, and her understanding of it. Unfortunately, while she picked up correctly one one such similarity/resonance, it seems she’s missed some others. I do appreciate this comment on immortality, though. I had not actually thought about that, and this makes his potential actions somewhat more benign. (Not that it would render his later actions as such.)

I really fricking appreciate the “no guts no glory” comment coming right before this extremely gutsy reveal on his part. By saying as such, he could easily be ruining his plan, but he just goes ahead and says it anyway. XD BEAUTIFUL writing, right there.

It was less intelligent of him to narrate his own action so long-windedly, but completely in-character. It gave her the time required to interject like that. That said: I bet he’s going to fire via voice command or something like that.

And THAT, my friends, is why you don’t underestimate your opponents, and you should not announce your belief in the futility of their actions to their faces like a stereotypical villain would! Also: WILLPOWER!!!

... Yet this does not end the page, and despite the fact that it would be a magnificent point to end the post, I will not do so. I will first say that I was almost certain Dirk was actually in fact successfully hiding something from her when he was messing with his equipment/tech there [and great foresight on his part, to think this far ahead, by the way], and secondly, shall end the post with the actual page’s ending:

I appreciate his continued devotion to realism in sound effects and whatnot.

To be fair, he could be using that term technically and literally, here, but I also very much do believe that he was not, which is unfortunate. v.v Thus, Alt!Calliope’s question is quite valid. Though my guess is that Dirk’s response will be something along the lines of, “She chose death and you over life with me.” This might make her a “bitch” in the same way that men in prison who are raped are reported to be one, rather than the typical insulting-particularly-to-women version of the phrase. Regardless, this is uncalled for. ~~~ It is nice to see the fact that Alt!Calliope’s text is getting smaller, now, by the way.

I don’t appreciate this mockery/show boating. It’s quite abrasive and distasteful. I do see it as being rather in-line with what I’d imagine his character would do, given the frustrating situation he was previously put in, though. Also: This very much resembles what happened when he was first suppressed. There is much hilarity to be found in that, all things considered. Alt!Calliope was definitely a bit more benign in some ways and objective (most of the time), but that doesn’t mean that there weren’t some major similarities between narrators. Additionally: I do quite love this example of narrative vs. physical action. I only remember Caliborn/LE and Hussie ever engaging in that sort of contest before. Well... you could say that there were a few examples of it with the Exiles and Kids/Trolls (like what Bec did to PM’s station, or Sollux’s defense against CD), but they don’t really feel like they were quiiitee substantive enough to count. Regardless!: Very refreshing and interesting, this style of conflict is! Thanks, AH! ... Buuuut there is just a liiitttle tiny bit left over on the page to comment on, so I’ll get to that. (Oh, also, I totally imagine Jade falling asleep in the classic manner she used to before entering the session, just slumping over with her hands splayed out under her~)

Okaaayyy... if you say so. The fact that tranquilizers can be lethal in doses that are too high does not jive well with your uncertainty, though. Oh, and also: WHAAAAT?! You’re going to leave?! This is a completely unexpected--- Okay, I can’t and won’t keep up that charade when admittedly the couple of pages I read of Homestuck^2 before freaking out and stopping showed a weird-shaped ship that looked vaguely like a flying fish. I had tried to forget about that, but the memory suddenly rushed back to me as I read that bit of narration.

Ehh? Is this suggesting that the Candy epilogue is chiefly narrated by Alt!Calliope? I mean... it would sortof work out logically, given her very pro-Free Will stance, and the association of Calliope with preferring Candy as food... .

Hmm. This further supports that notion. Iiiif that is the case, Dirk stands as the proxy for LE/Caliborn even moreso than otherwise was clearly the case. In retrospect, this makes it pretty gosh darned funny that his head got chopped off along with Jack English and Jack Noir (who, holding English’s “lordly sceptre,” and holding reign over the Felt, was OBVIOUSLY an English stand-in, as well [I still giggle at his sudden use of it like a horse {hitcher} in the middle of the fight]). Very, veeeeerrry interesting. ~~~ I wonder if Dirk was testing the idea of interjecting himself back into the narrative when he said, “Jake’s ass is mine,” twice, earlier. Oh, and credit to Forgotten Homestuck Facts for the pic compilation, earlier.

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Danganronpa V3 Commentary: Part 5.3

Be aware that this is not a blind playthrough! This will contain spoilers for the entire game, regardless of the part of the game I’m commenting on. A major focus of this commentary is to talk about all of the hints and foreshadowing of events that are going to happen and facts that are going to be revealed in the future of the story. It is emphatically not intended for someone experiencing the game for their first time.

Last time in early chapter 5, Kaito was still better than anyone at understanding Kokichi in terms of his refusal to want to change, Kaito and Shuichi continued to excruciatingly misunderstand and over-idolise and not talk to each other to be able to realise that they are still friends beneath their horribly mistaken assumptions, Kaito’s lab was full of heavy-handed hints at the plot, Keebo asked Shuichi to almost murder him, Kaito provisionally announced his heroic plan to save everyone else (but not himself), and Shuichi silently agreed that Kaito’s confidence makes him a hero despite knowing full well it’s largely a façade (but tell him this, goddammit).

Now, it’s free time, which means I’m finally going to have to take a break from talking about Kaito… right?

Tsumugi: “Being a hero is lonely… It’s a classic plot! There are even heroes who are lonely because they’re too strong.”

There can also be heroes who are still essentially lonely despite being surrounded by friends, because they’re so desperate to appear strong that they refuse to open up to their friends about what they’re going through. Is that the kind of hero you’re talking about, Tsumugi? I don’t think it is, somehow. I think you’re just talking about heroes who genuinely are nothing but strong and have no weaknesses at all.

(Hearing Tsumugi’s opinions on heroes is extremely relevant, given that she’s the one who wrote Kaito to be the way he is.)

Tsumugi: “I’m holding out for a hero who can clean up this whole mess with one punch!”

Presumably this is a reference to One Punch Man or something like that, I don’t know. But what I’m getting out of this is that the first part might be a separate reference to the song Holding Out for a Hero, which is a song I happen to be fond of that informs us that a hero has “gotta be strong” and “he’s gotta be sure”, and “he’s gotta be larger than life”. As if not being all of those things would mean someone isn’t really a hero at all. Seems relevant.

(And, okay, I highly doubt the localisers realised this even if they were going for that reference, but shush, that’s where my brain went with this.)

Kaito: “…”

Shuichi: “…” (It’s no use… I wouldn’t even know what to say to him.)

Gah. That’s the problem – Shuichi doesn’t know what to say to Kaito. He’s assuming that Kaito believes the fault lies with him, but since he nonetheless feels he didn’t do anything wrong, there is nothing he can possibly say to fix what he believes the issue is. If he realised that the real issue was on Kaito’s end, even if he didn’t know what it was, he’d at least be able to start some kind of conversation to try and figure out what’s wrong and help somehow.

Also of note is that Kaito’s expression here isn’t the same one he used while avoiding Shuichi’s eye earlier, which was the one I coined his “evasive face” back in trial 4. This time, Kaito’s turning completely away and looking pained, which is another indication of what’s really going on. Kaito isn’t angry about whatever the deal is with Shuichi – he’s in pain over it, and that should make it clear that his problem can’t be with Shuichi and has to be with himself.

On my first time through, I didn’t remotely know the full picture of Kaito’s issues, but I did pick up on the notion that he wasn’t really angry and his behaviour towards Shuichi was because of something on his end. I think the use of this particular sprite in this moment was the biggest thing that tipped me off to that.

Maki: “He tries to look cool by calling himself a hero… but whenever he does something reckless, we have to clean up after him.”

It’s quite a bit less shallow than just him wanting to look cool, Maki. But yes, he is still a reckless idiot. I love how Maki is fully aware of Kaito’s ridiculousness and him not being nearly as much of a perfect hero as he claims, but she still cares so much about him anyway.

Maki: “You need to take care of him, okay? That’s your job as his sidekick.”

You’re his sidekick as well, Maki! And you’re the Ultimate Child Caregiver. You need to take care of him, too.

This is really lovely, though, the way Maki acknowledges that Kaito needs people around him to make sure he doesn’t do anything too self-destructively reckless and to catch him and help clean up after him when things go awry – and that that’s what the term “sidekick” means to her. It’s not remotely Kaito’s definition of the word, but it’s a lot closer to the normal definition. Sidekicks are supposed to be there to help out the hero should he ever need it! The hero is allowed to need help sometimes; that’s why he has sidekicks! But Kaito doesn’t see it that way at all and gah.

Shuichi: (No, I’m not his sidekick… It’s just… hard to talk to him right now…)

Shuichi has never outright denied being Kaito’s sidekick up until now, so this isn’t because he didn’t ever think that was the case. (“Was that just a lie?” No, Kaito, it never was.) This is because Shuichi feels that Kaito must no longer consider him his sidekick now, not after pushing him away like he did in the trial (and calling him “Saihara” in the Japanese).

As it happens, Kaito actually doesn’t consider Shuichi his sidekick right now, but it’s not remotely for the reason Shuichi’s assuming and has everything to do with Kaito’s bizarre definition of the word. Kaito sees Shuichi as so much stronger than him that he believes Shuichi no longer needs to be his sidekick (if he even ever did in the first place), and he feels that he’s failed Shuichi so badly that he doesn’t have the right to be the “hero” to Shuichi’s hypothetical “sidekick” role any more even if Shuichi did still need it.

And of course, that’s wrong too! By Kaito’s definition of “sidekick”, Shuichi still is one. Kaito’s optimism and confidence this morning, even if none of it was specifically directed at Shuichi, was still able to inspire and support him when no-one else could have done, because Shuichi is also shaken up enough by yesterday’s trial that he needed that boost. Their “hero and sidekick” dynamic hasn’t been broken – it’s just shown itself to be less one-directional than Kaito is convinced it must always be.

Which would be a good thing, if Kaito would only realise that. It’s okay for the hero to need his sidekicks’ help too! Or rather, to put it in Kaitologic, it’d be okay for Kaito to be the sidekick and Shuichi to be the hero sometimes, and that wouldn’t mean it couldn’t still be the other way around at other times. They can each be both, depending on the situation and their respective strengths and weaknesses, which happen to complement each other almost perfectly. If only Kaito wasn’t such an idiot about this. If only.

Right now, Maki and Kaito are both hanging out on separate ends of the twisty corridor leading to the Exisal hangar, making this another time when they’re tantalisingly close to being able to hang out as a trio if FTEs could work like that. Which, under these particular circumstances, would involve something like Maki frustratedly marching Shuichi up to Kaito and saying, “Talk to each other, you goddamn idiots.”

But instead, we’ll just have to hang out with Maki by herself, which is still a good time. I gave her the present “I’m a Picture Book Artist!”, which writes bedtime stories for kids…

Maki: “This is… something you should give to a child. You shouldn’t give this to someone my age. Well… when we get out of here, I’ll give it to the kids. That’s why you gave it to me, right?”

Aww, Maki Roll! For a second there I thought I’d messed up and somehow misremembered the fact that she liked it, but no! That’s so lovely that she still thinks about those kids in a closer, more personal sense, rather than just as the distant hostages forcing her to be an assassin that she’s never going to personally interact with ever again.

(It sucks that they don’t exist and so she can never actually give this to them, but it’s still an adorable sentiment.)

Maki: “…You look like you want to ask something.”

Shuichi: “I do?”

Maki: “Well, whatever. I told you to pretend like you didn’t hear anything… but I can’t take back what I said.”

Shuichi: “…”

Maki: “You’re wondering who that girl is, right? She was a close friend from the orphanage.”

Maki’s finally ready to talk about her friend she accidentally mentioned last time! It seems she’s figured Shuichi would have been curious about her whether she wanted him to be or not and so she might as well just tell him.

Maki: “Why do you look so relieved?”

Shuichi: “Ah, I do?”

Maki: “Yeah, you do. It’s gross.”

Shuichi: (Gross…?) “I’m just glad that… you have a friend like that in your life.”

Maki: “Hmm… I see. So that’s why you’re making a gross face.”

It’s still so heartbreaking that Maki considers anyone showing any kind of concern for her or happiness on her behalf to be gross. What do you mean, other people are seeing her as a person with feelings. What do you mean, she might actually be one after all and not just a heartless killer. Even now she’s started to grow and accept that, she still automatically views other people’s concern for her that way.

Maki: “Back at the orphanage, I was a normal kid.”

Shuichi: (…Is she angry about something?) “I-I’m sorry…”

Maki: “It’s fine.”

I suppose she was seeming angry at being made to remember her normal happy life before everything went horribly wrong. I doubt she was really angry, though just perhaps a bit uncomfortable and covering it up with her usual hostile face. But it looks like she’s ready to talk about it after all!

(Shuichi, stop assuming your friends are angry at you when they’re not.)

Maki: “…The scouts had their eyes on her first, not me.”

Shuichi: “What?”

Maki: “I had enough talent, but she had even more talent.”

Maki didn’t have to do this. She had an out, if she was willing to let her friend go through it instead… but of course she couldn’t let that happen.

Maki: “She was very kind. A crybaby who easily got lonely, but tried to be strong… If she had been taken to such a place, then she would’ve lived her life crying forever.”

Aww, Maki’s friend! I don’t know if she really would have stayed a crybaby if she’d gone through the assassin training, though. Maki said herself that she cried every night for a long time until she became numb – that would have happened to her friend too, eventually. Maybe Maki wasn’t so different from her to begin with.

Maki: “That’s why… I volunteered to go.”

Maki willingly put herself through a living hell to protect her best friend from the exact same thing. This game has so many wonderful selfless murderers, even if Maki’s selfless-murderer-ness is only from her fictional backstory. That doesn’t make the choice she made any less real to her.

Maki: “At the time, I had no idea what was in store for me as an assassin… But I endured the training. If she had gone through this, she would’ve died.”

Maybe. But I wonder. Was Maki really that genuinely sure she was stronger than her friend and more capable of enduring whatever horrors awaited her, or did she only tell herself that because she couldn’t bear the thought of her friend going through this even if it might not kill her?

(You’d think when scouting for assassins they’d look for more than just physical talent and intelligence and would also check for emotional resilience. It’d be pointless if the training breaks them before they can become useful. So if Maki’s friend had even more “talent” than her, then surely that means she was stronger than Maki was giving her credit for?)

I also have to wonder (even though she never really existed) what Maki’s friend would have thought if she knew the cult was scouting her first and that Maki would be their second choice if she couldn’t do it. The way Maki talks about it, it’s like her friend never knew that. But if she had, would she have volunteered herself in Maki’s place?

Maki: “That’s why… I was desperate to do my best.”

Shuichi: (So she wasn’t just doing it for the orphanage, it was for her friend as well.)

Maki Roll is so good. I love that there’s this level of adorable friendship in her backstory, even if said friendship never actually happened.

Maki: “…Being with her was really fun. We would wear matching outfits, bake sweets and exchange them… We would get in trouble with our teacher because we would talk late into the night. We played House often with the other kids at the orphanage. She would play as the mom, and I would play as the dad.”

They were friends! They were normal kids! And Maki’s finally allowing herself to remember this and think about the good times she had, rather than needing to block it out entirely in order to be able to live with herself!

Shuichi: “That’s surprisingly cute.”

Maki: “Wh-What are you saying…? Don’t say things like cute. That kind of thing doesn’t exist in my heart.”

Well apparently it did once, Maki, so why can’t it do so again? She’s just convinced that a killer like her isn’t allowed to be cute or consider anything else cute or have that kind of feeling at all. (Reminder that Kaito’s decision to nickname her Maki Roll was really good for her and he knew exactly what he was doing.)

Shuichi: “No, I really think so. I’m sure you would make a good ‘dad.’”

Maki: “Sh-Shut up! Stop imagining whatever it is you’re thinking!”

He’s not imagining anything bad, Maki! He’s just trying to picture you and your friend playing together like you yourself were remembering! It is a cute image!

To be fair, it’s probably still a bit embarrassing for her because she was a kid and isn’t any more. But hopefully that’s the only level on which she’s getting flustered and she’s starting to accept that it’s okay that she used to be a cute kid once upon a time even if she’s become horribly jaded since then.

Shuichi: (Maki shared more stories about the orphanage with me. Deep down, Maki… is just like any of us.)

Aww! Maki is a person! Shuichi’s known this the whole time, of course, but this is a very appropriate moment for him to remark as such.

Also, in the report card for this event:

“She volunteered to be an assassin to take the place of her friend. She said all this as if it was totally ordinary.”

She always does that, Shuichi. It’s awful that she needs to, but it’s how she’s learned to cope.

The other person I want to keep hanging out with this chapter is of course Himiko, but the awkward thing is that under normal circumstances I would only be able to get up to her fourth FTE (assuming I also finish Maki, which I fully intend to but I’m saving it for tomorrow). It’s kind of frustrating that the game lets you get exactly one event away from maxing out four different people in a single playthrough if you do it optimally, and since I do have some things I want to say about Himiko’s final event as well… I’m going to cheat a little.

So, I’m saving the game here and restarting from the main menu at the beginning of this chapter’s free time, which will make the game remember that I just did Maki’s event while letting me use this free time slot again. I basically just used a Time Turner to hang out with two different people at the same time. Himiko would approve of that, I’m sure.

Himiko: “Gonta and Miu… They were both loud people… Now it’s too quiet here… It makes me think too much…”

Aww. She’s trying her best to stay positive, but that still isn’t going to magically come to her all the time. (Also more indication that Kaito continuing to be his usual loud, upbeat self must really help, even if everyone knows full well it’s a façade.)

FTE-Himiko is still calling everything a pain as if I should have been doing this event back in chapter 2 or 3, but shush.

Anyway, we continue Himiko’s story of her relationship with her master who inspired her and trained her to use magic.

Himiko: “As I traveled the world with my master, I realized something odd… When I was onstage, the audience was cheering for me, not my master… I thought… there’s no way they’d be cheering for me over my master.”

Shuichi: “No way?”

Himiko: “Of course not. My master is a great mage that exceeds even me.”

It’s pretty cute how, despite her confidence in her own magic, Himiko looks up to her master so much that she’s convinced he’s obviously even better than her and how could anyone think otherwise.

Himiko: “We were sent letters and gifts all the time, but… They were all addressed to me. They… lied about how great I was and called my master old fashioned.”

And how, even though she calls herself great all the time (in terms of her magic), if someone else does so while putting her master down in the same breath, then she assumes they must be lying. If they’re calling her great without realising that her master is even greater than her, they can’t possibly mean it and must have some hidden agenda for saying this!

Himiko: “They were terrible… to make a trap like that. I didn’t want their praise.”

Shuichi: “A trap?”

Himiko: “That’s right. It was all a trap to make me leave my master. Someone trying to take my master’s title of archmage did something so sneaky…”

It almost kind of sounds like she’s imagining that these people were falsely praising her to make her master feel jealous of her better magic skills in the hope that that’d drive them apart. But there’s no way that’s actually how she sees it, because it wouldn’t occur to her in the first place that her master could possibly be jealous of her. He has no need to be, since he’s obviously better than her, right?

Shuichi: (No, I don’t think it’s something nefarious like that… Nothing that complicated. Perhaps it was around that time that the apprentice succeeded her master…)

All that said, I do agree with Shuichi and don’t think anything elaborate like that was going on. In Himiko’s case, at any rate.

Himiko: “My master… got caught in the trap. The curse in the letters affected him and slowly drained him of his powers…”

But even if there was no malicious intent anywhere, even if there wasn’t really a “curse” that was artificially draining him of his strength, the end result was the same. The letters praising Himiko more than her master got to him and made his performances suffer for it. She’d simply become better than him, and that alone was enough.

Himiko: “People started to notice me more… I was invited to magic shows… Most of them wanted to make me the headline, not my master.”

And so everyone started to rely on Himiko in particular to give them great magic shows, as if she could just do it all on her own and didn’t really need her master to be there at all.

Doesn’t this story of how the apprentice began to outdo and gain more recognition than the one who inspired them and trained them sound kind of familiar, Shuichi? Shouldn’t you also know that feeling better than anyone else here?

Shuichi: (Himiko stared at her feet, her shoulders shaking. I couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad…)

Himiko: “Everyone’s stupid! My master’s the best mage! That’s why I – his pupil – became such a great mage. Why don’t they get that!? There’s no way I’m… better than my master.”

But of course Shuichi doesn’t. Because how could anyone who was inspired by someone amazing, and was only able to become great at all themselves because of that inspiration and guidance, possibly ever see themselves as even greater than the one who did that for them?

Shuichi: (Himiko must have known… She had outgrown her master.)

It does seem like Himiko knows this deep down, though, from the way she’s been talking about it. Which puts her at one small step more perceptive than Shuichi about this particular kind of thing.

…Do you see what I’ve been getting at here.

With apologies to Himiko (but only a little bit, because this genuinely does make me care about her story more than I would otherwise)… I’m making this partly about Kaito. Himiko’s story of outgrowing her master happens to work brilliantly as a metaphor for what’s been going on with Shuichi and Kaito, with Shuichi in Himiko’s role and Kaito in her master’s. This is the biggest reason I wanted to do Himiko as the other non-Maki option in this chapter, instead of Keebo or Tsumugi. Being able to tie it into Kaito’s deal like this makes it feel a whole lot more relevant.

So on that note, in the next free time slot (because this was still the first slot just now due to time travel magic), let’s hang out with Himiko again and hear more of that story, shall we?

Kaito is in his room this time. He’s probably incredibly sick and doesn’t want anyone to see him. If you try and visit, Shuichi won’t even get as far as knocking, with the same line as before about not knowing what to say.

Keebo: “You know, Monokuma hasn’t presented us with a motive yet. …What is he plotting? Perhaps he’s expecting Kokichi to act on his own without even needing a motive.”

Ha, Keebo’s got it figured out. That’s definitely why.

Maki: “I wonder… Why were the Gofer Project documents in Kaito’s research lab?”

To be a heavy-handed hint at the plot, of course. Seems like Maki is picking up on that hint and starting to wonder what Kaito’s lab could really be (supposedly) about.

Himiko: “Why’s my lab on the first floor!? Height is power, y’know? My lab is the one that should be on the top floor!”

Heh, apparently Himiko is jealous of Kaito having the highest-up lab. Shame her lab is on the first floor out of plot necessity – it’d be difficult to buy that anyone managed to carry the water tank to the gym down a bunch of stairs.

Himiko: “Before, I thought it was a pain to tell you about magic, but… But now it’s different! I’ve changed! I’ve decided to live life looking forward!”

Aaaand FTE-Himiko has caught up with canon-Himiko’s character development at last. Now we can pretend she’s been like this the whole time.

Shuichi: (Perhaps there’s no real point to this story at all.)

Oh, there’s a point, Shuichi. Even if there wasn’t originally meant to be one, I’ve decided it has one anyway.

Himiko: “Do you know about the mortal enemy of mages in this world?”

Shuichi: “Mortal enemy…?”

Himiko: “They have the power to take away magic… an anti-mage.”

Shuichi: (This is starting to sound like a manga…)

Heh, there goes another of Shuichi’s comments that seems to be trying to hint at how fictional this all is. But in this case I don’t think it’s relevant – I presume that Himiko doesn’t genuinely consider this a thing (since she also knows she’s not really a mage) and this is just what she’s telling herself to justify what happened to her master.

(I wonder if she’s also been telling herself that this “anti-mage” is the same person who totally lied about how great she was in their fanmail.)

Himiko: “This anti-mage… took away my master’s magic and made him fail.”

Shuichi: “What!?”

Himiko: “My master was set up! There’s no way he woulda failed otherwise!”

This can presumably be translated into meaning that her master messed up a magic trick while performing with her, something he’d never done in Himiko’s whole time knowing him. Something that would just confirm what everyone had been saying all along about how Himiko is a better mage than him who clearly doesn’t need his guidance any more and she might as well just perform without him.

Another point of note is that magic tricks aren’t really something you’d ever get worse at with age, since they’re based on practice and experience, so it’s not that her master had been getting worse and made a mistake here simply because he was past his prime. Which makes it pretty likely that the only reason he messed up now of all times was because he really had grown jealous of the way Himiko had been performing better than him and getting more attention, and he was trying too hard to overcompensate for that and show that he was just as good as her after all.

Himiko: “But the audience turned against my master… So I tried to wake them up. On behalf of my master, I destroyed the anti-mage.”

Shuichi: (So Himiko tried to fix her master’s mistakes, but that means…)

But him trying too hard and messing up only made Himiko’s role on stage even harder for her – yet she managed to cover for him and finish the show anyway because she really is that great at what she does.

Himiko: “The show ended without any more problems. But… When I went back to the green room, my master was gone… I haven’t seen him since then…”

Shuichi: (Just as I thought…. He was probably embarrassed to have Himiko fix his mistakes.)

And then he was so ashamed of having failed her when it mattered most that he just turned his back on her and left her, without any kind of explanation as to why, such that she couldn’t really be blamed if she were to assume it was somehow her fault.

Does this not also sound quite familiar, Shuichi?

(You’d think Himiko and her master should have left the stage to go back to the green room together after taking their final bow, but this implies he left ahead of her and she expected him to be waiting there. So does that mean that her master quietly left the stage before the final bow because he didn’t feel like he deserved it? Noooo, Himiko’s master.)

Shuichi: “Himiko… none of that is your fault.”

Yes, Shuichi! Of course it isn’t! Of course a situation like this is not the apprentice’s fault for doing what needed to be done under pressure that their mentor couldn’t handle! It doesn’t make any sense to think that her master was angry at her, now, does it?

This is an optional FTE that might not even be deliberate in its parallel of Shuichi and Kaito’s problems, so I understand why this can’t happen, but it’s fun to think how hearing this from Himiko could have potentially helped Shuichi realise what was going on with Kaito in his case. As it is, Shuichi can’t see that it isn’t his fault and that the problem is on Kaito’s end, because he’s too wrapped up in his idolisation of Kaito and his anxious tendency to blame himself to be able to look at things objectively. But he can look at Himiko’s situation objectively and see that her master is the one with the problems and the one in the wrong for leaving Himiko because of his own issues when she hadn’t done anything to deserve it. If only.

Still, Shuichi doesn’t even realise he’s been outshining Kaito, or that Kaito has been jealous of that, and he also doesn’t see what Kaito did last trial as any kind of mistake. All or most of that would probably be necessary for him to notice the parallel going on here, so maybe it’d never happen regardless.

Himiko: “I know. I don’t need your pity.”

At least Himiko knows it wasn’t her fault either. Again with her being somewhat more perceptive about her situation than Shuichi is with his. But then again, her situation is simpler and didn’t involve anything she’d have a reason to feel guilty about, like condemning a friend to death, so perhaps that’s fair.

Himiko: “I know what my master must’ve been thinking.”

Shuichi: “…”

Himiko: “He probably… disappeared for my sake. He probably didn’t want to get me involved in a mage power struggle… That’s right… That musta been it.”

Himiko, you’re just telling yourself that. You know there wasn’t really an “anti-mage”. Despite being at least one better than Shuichi in that she knows it wasn’t her fault, she still idolises her master enough that she doesn’t think of it as a failure on his part and doesn’t want to consider that he might see it as his fault.

But if you remove the Himiko-ese, you still keep the part where he disappeared for her sake, so maybe Himiko does realise on some level that he left because he thought she’d be better off without him.

(She wouldn’t be better off without you, Himiko’s master. Even if she’s become greater than you, you still taught her everything that makes her that great and she still cares a lot about you and it can’t be the same for her to perform without you by her side.)

(Himiko’s master doesn’t actually exist, but you know who I’m really talking to.)

Shuichi’s summary of this event in the report card is also noteworthy.

“Himiko ended up saving her master during a magic trick gone awry, and he ran away from the shame.”

Himiko never specifically said her master left because he was ashamed, but that’s how Shuichi interpreted his actions anyway. He can even tell that much when he’s able to look at a situation like this objectively. God damnit.

This parallel was something I discovered completely by chance during my first personal playthrough of the game, by which time I fully understood what was going on with Kaito’s issues here because it was months after I’d first experienced the story through Youtube. I decided to do Himiko’s FTEs in that playthrough purely for the reasons I cited before – that she’s the other survivor, and that Shuichi might have wanted to reach out to her – even though I’d already seen her FTEs once and didn’t remember them being particularly exciting. But as I was doing Himiko’s FTEs in chapter 5, since my mind was still focused on Kaito and what had happened to him in the previous trial and the state of mind he was in now, I couldn’t help but be struck with how bizarrely appropriate Himiko’s story was.

It’s also worth considering how things would have gone if I’d actually been trying to get Himiko’s events to line up with canon in terms of the point at which she starts trying to be more positive. I’d probably have done her first two, which introduce her master and establish that he inspired and trained her, in chapter 2. Then in chapter 3 I’d have done the third one we just had earlier about how it started to become apparent that she’d grown even better than her master and didn’t really need him any more, while his powers were being “drained” from what were totally sinister external reasons. Then the fourth one we had just now would belong in chapter 4 since that’s when Himiko becomes more positive, and that’s the one featuring her master messing up in front of her partially as a result of his jealousy and then leaving because he’d failed her. That seems pretty appropriate for chapter 4, except that since free time comes before a trial, it’d have been foreshadowing rather than a parallel to what’s already happened.

And, see, the thing is, there are plenty of other things Himiko’s free time events could have been about that would have been more appropriate for developing her character than this. I can understand why they might not want to tackle her depression issues so as to not be awkward regarding her development in the main story, considering that the FTEs can be done at any time and might not line up with that (…not that that stopped them with Maki, or Kaito). But still, something like exploring her past of being bullied would be a lot more relevant to her own issues while being a side thing that wouldn’t quite step on the toes of her canon development. It’s also quite unusual that all five of her events are basically just telling the same long story, when most characters’ events cover multiple separate things between them.

…I still probably shouldn’t quite be going as far as to try and assert that this parallel was definitely deliberate on the out-universe writers’ part. While I have unshakeable faith in how much they cared about Kaito’s issues and about enhancing his storyline in any way they can since that’s been so consistently good throughout, a totally unrelated character’s FTEs is a very weirdly irrelevant thing to decide to make relevant as a part of that. And there isn’t anything that directly points to the parallel between Himiko’s and Shuichi’s situations in the writing, so it could all be one absolutely gigantic coincidence. But… damn, it sure is something. Even if it’s not intentional, it’s still there in the story and so I have absolutely no shame about making it a thing.

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Danny Fenton, Substitute Soul Reaper: Ch.2

Thanks to the now-dead Ashido, Danny is a substitute soul reaper -- but how will Ichigo & friends react when he shows up?

And how is Danny different from a normal substitute soul reaper? After all... he was already half ghost!

Chapter 1

“... our blades will not shatter! Have faith… that our hearts will not waver! And even if our paths should diverge…” Danny could hear a voice coming from further inside the tunnel.

He’d defeated all the… whatever those things were -- then found the exit as quickly as possible. Then he’d flown straight up to try and spot anyone in this giant desert, and this castle-place was the only thing he could see. Ashido had said the “friends” he was supposed to help were there to rescue someone -- so the hole in the wall seemed promising.

“... we all share a heart of iron! Swear… that even if the ground beneath us should be rent asunder…” Finally, he made it to them. It was an odd group -- but it’s not like ghosts were known for being “normal.”

A guy with super-spiky red hair, another guy with spiky orange hair, a really tall and muscular dude, a nerdy-looking guy in glasses -- and one girl. “we will… live-”

“‘Live’? That might be kind of difficult, don’t you think? Since we’re already dead, I mean.”

“What the-!” Spiky-Red stopped his… whatever he was doing -- and they all were pointing weapons at him before he could even blink. How did they move so fast?! Spiky-Red, Spiky-Orange, and The Girl pointed swords at him, Muscles just held up his fists, and an energy-bow had appeared in Glasses’ hands -- arrow aimed at Danny’s core.

“Whoa, easy! I’m on your side!” He said, holding his hands up in surrender. “Who are you?! Identify yourself!” screamed The Girl. “Danny! I’m just Danny- Danny Phantom!”

Spiky-Orange grumbled, “What kind of name is ‘Danny Phantom’?” Danny turned to him, eyebrow raised, “At least it’s better than ‘Inviso-Bill’.”

All-business, The Girl demanded, “What are you doing here?” Floating to the ground, Danny replied, “Ashido Kanō sent me.”

“Ashido…?” One-by-one, they lowered their weapons. And at the look on Danny’s face, Glasses asked hesitantly, “What… happened?”

Danny told them what he knew -- which wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“But we only just left him!” Spiky-Orange screamed. “That’s the life of a warrior,” said Spiky-Red, solemnly, “One must always be ready to die at any moment.”

The friends stood in silence.

Glasses looked up at him, “So… you’re a substitute soul reaper now, but you said you’re not human. What are you, then?” “Uh, well…” Danny rubbed his neck nervously, “Technically I am half human…”

“...” … Their staring was starting to make Danny uncomfortable.

He choked out, “I’m also, uh… half ghost.” “...” “... What’s that supposed to mean?” grumbled Spiky-Orange.

The Girl looked especially confused -- like she was trying to work out a difficult math problem. “So, what… you’re a Whole that was living inside a gigai? Or something?” she asked.

“... Huh?” It was Danny’s turn to be confused. “Um… maybe it’d be easier to just show you.”

He transformed back into a human -- to the EXTREME confusion of everyone present! “What… the HELL?!” exclaimed Spiky-Red. The Girl looked like she’d had a breakthrough, though, “He must be one of Aizen’s experiments…”

Danny changed back -- the air there was even more uncomfortable in his human form.

Without warning, something landed on Danny’s head, grabbing his hair. “How are you glowing, Bill?! Tell Nel!” “GAH!”

“EEP! -oof.”

On instinct, Danny had turned intangible. “Ow! Hey, what are you doing, Bill, throwing Nel on the floor! If you’re gonna throw Nel, throw Nel like you mean it!”

Danny: “o.O” Spiky-Orange: “-_-”

“Where did you guys go?” asked Glasses. “Nel” turned out to be a little girl wearing a mask on her head. She and two guys -- one looked like he was cosplaying as a bug (... A bug in a loincloth?) and the other looked like a living tiki mask -- had appeared out of nowhere! “Nel and her brothers felt a reeeaaally weird spiritual pressure coming, so we hid!” Her brothers nodded, going “Yeah” and “Of course.”

Looking EXTRA done at this turn of events, Spiky-Orange growled, “Whatever. Look, we don’t have time for this!” He pointed at Danny, “Whoever you are doesn’t matter! I’m not draggin’ anyone into this who isn’t involved!”

“Hey!” Nel broke in, “Nel isn’t involved, and she’s helping Ichigo!” “Exactly,” He said, deadpan, then suddenly condescendingly addressed Danny, “Hey, there you go! You can help by watching Nel!”

“-Wait…” The Girl interrupted, asking Nel and her brothers, “You could feel Danny coming?” “Yeah,” Nel nodded, shivering, “Bill feels really weird to Nel. Like a Soul Reaper, but also… something else.” Bug added, “It kinda feels like… Like a normal soul, but… squirmy? You guys really can’t feel it?”

The group of friends went quiet. “I feel… something. I think,” said Spiky-Orange.

“What the hell…!” Glasses was shivering and shaking -- he looked scared. “Uryu?” Spiky-Orange looked at him in concern, then glanced at Muscles -- who was sweating nervously. For the first time since Danny got there, Muscles spoke.

“He feels… like Death…”

“...”

“So, wait…” Spiky-Red said, “The humans and hollows can feel him, but we can’t? Why?” Now the staring was really making Danny nervous.

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towhomeverthisconcerns · 5 years

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AIGHT SO. Tracy and Joanna told me to write down my thoughts and feelings about Missions ‘cause I find it really hard to talk about how I feel so here it is. I got out of bed for this so CHARLES. I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS. (He’s literally the only one who reads this stuff. LOL)

I think the biggest thing that I got out of this missions trip is that God really moves in our lives in ways we can never expect. Ever. And like I know it sounds super cliche but it’s 100% true. Here’s the thing people. I fell out of touch with God a LONG time ago. Probably near the beginning of my second year of college/end of my first year. And I really struggled with that. I was too embarrassed to admit it to my old church. (granted my old church was not the best environment to be in either... but that’s a whole ‘nother post) It was really hard for me to feel the calling to go to church every Sunday because I felt so ostracized. And like I tried talking to people about it but I don’t think they were in a position to be able to understand where I was coming from.

Anyways. Fast forward a couple of years. I’m much more open to going to church, but I know I don’t want to go back to my home church. I talk to Josh about church hopping, and he invites me to his. He offers to carpool with me, which is probably like the biggest incentive to going to a church that far. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t. LOL. But I actually was able to connect with the people at that church, and I really felt a different vibe at this new church compared to the old one. I’m not saying my old church was a bad church. I just think I grew and evolved into a different person, and my old church just didn’t suit who I became? I don’t know if that makes sense. Regardless, the point is that this new church became a church that I really wanted to invest in and it was a big turning point in my spiritual faith, because I now had a solid community I could go to every Sunday.

At this point, I’m still very weak in my faith. I mean I just started going to a church, and then I took a month break from it to go to Europe, and then I came back sparingly because Josh goes to NorCal like once every other month, and I have Tet meetings every so often that I really wish I could get out of but it’s really important that I’m there so I try my best to be there. This just all goes to show how I really didn’t feel like I was ready for Taiwan missions. I mean who am I to lead these kids to Christ when I’m struggling with my own walk with God? I felt like I didn’t deserve to go on this trip. But what can I do? My family signs me up every year unless I protest or have a very legitimate reason. I was going whether I wanted to or not.

Another thing I really struggled with was finding out I was going to a camp where I knew NO ONE. If you don’t know how Taiwan Missions for the FECA family works, basically since there’s so many schools/regions who teach at, there’s actually 4 different camp sites that the teachers live in, and each site has their own set of schools that they go to, and so we really only get to know the people at our own camp, and even then we only really connect with the ones that go to the same schools as you, because those are the people you actually spend the most time with. For me personally, it’s ideal to be in a camp with at least 1 of my family members, whether its my mom, my dad, or one of my sisters. I just really like having that support/person to complain to (there tends to be a lot of drama on these missions trips, of which I can explain if needed but for now we’ll leave it as is) So it was really hard for me to accept that I was going to a school where I would have 0 moral support from my family. I brought this up to my mom and she told me she could switch me to a different camp if I really wanted to. And at first I was like YES PLEASE. But then my mom told me to pray about it. So I did. And that was something I really struggled with because I could really feel like God was saying “Trust me, I put you in that camp for a reason.” and I was very like “Are you sure. ‘Cause I’m really not for this. Like. Can’t I at least have ONE of my sisters???” But I decided to listen to God. I’m not even sure why. I just knew in my heart that I had to go to Camp 1 by myself. And that was something that made me SUPER nervous.

I was also super nervous about people’s expectations of me. Like, they all knew I had been on missions for a LONG time. (since 2011) But I’ve been so spiritually removed from it that I felt like I wasn’t in a position to lead anyone. I hardly prepared for this trip other than that one prayer I did about moving camps and showing up for literally 1 out of 6 training sessions. LOL. But everyone would look up to me and expect me to take charge. Which was a super frightening expectation to have put on me.

Not only all of that, but also I was going Week 2. Which means all the people at that camp would’ve already formed their own friendship groups because they all went through week 1 together. Except for me. So I wouldn’t know anyone... and still be expected to lead... and just.. GAH. SO MUCH STRESS. TT__________TT

So fast forward to Day 1 of missions trip for me. I’m doing my literal best to just listen to God and do as he says. I went into this trip with more intention than I’ve ever given this trip in my life. LOL (well maybe not but it sure felt like it). I’m much more mature than I was in 2011 so it was definitely a different experience this year, because emotionally and spiritually I was more mature and in tune with myself. But OH MAN. The week went by so QUICKLY and I really truly connected with SO MANY LOVELY INDIVIDUALS <3

I’m gonna go into it chronologically but the order doesn’t really matter.

FIRST THINGS FIRST. Jo Nathan. That is the nickname he gave himself to me. Just saying. I did not come up with that for him. LOL. But yes he was a blessing from God I didn’t realize at the time. But he was also new to Camp 1. He was at Camp 3 during week 1, but they moved him to Camp 1 for week 2 and so he was just as nervous about fitting in as I was. Which is probably why we were able to connect so well to the point that people thought we were friends way before this trip. Jolene was the one who told me I could trust him, ‘cause I told her about my worries about not having someone to lean on/complain to at camp LOL. So day 1 I asked who Jonathan was, and found him and immediately told him we were gonna be friends. And then luckily we were forced to sit next to each other (since they arranged our seating by schools/class#) and thus I was able to sit next to him every time we had worship, trainings, sermons, etc. I really miss stabbing him with the Sword of the Spirit but I am so grateful he was willing to open up to me and be my friend during that week. He made me feel so much more relaxed because at least I had one person who was willing to laugh with me and at my jokes. LOL. I really appreciate the friendship we made during that time, and I can only hope it continues to grow as we move forward. (although if it does die, that’s ok because that’s also very normal in life.) SECONDLY. SAMUEL LIU. Ohmygosh. This boy is such a joy and blessing. UGH. Jo Nathan did not go to the same school as me so I only really talked to him in the evenings. But in the mornings, I was able to be as silly as I wanted to be because Samuel would always be 10x sillier. HAHA. My favorite thing about Samuel is his willingness to serve. His heart is so pure and he’s so good at words of affirmation (one of my top love languages) and he just made me feel SO LOVED. He truly is the little brother I never knew I needed. Side story: I was assigned worship leader for the morning assemblies, but I literally did not remember the dances, and so LITERALLY THE DAY BEFORE DAY 1 OF TEACHING I learned the dances as diligently as possible and found out that Samuel would be at the same school and so I asked him (and this other girl who I’ll get into later) to teach me and also go up on stage with me and HE SAID YES!!! Q____Q Just having him there made me feel so much better about leading worship. But my favorite memory with Samuel is when he asked me to share my testimony. I’ve never had someone ask me that before. I was so touched that he wanted to know. It’s such a great thing to ask someone. When I shared with him, I really felt like God was showing me that he had a plan all along, and it was through talking to Samuel that I realized I was actually supposed to be at this missions trip all along. Jesus was using me to teach myself that I am so much stronger in my faith than I believed. He gave me so much wisdom during that week. I am so grateful to have experienced that week in Taiwan. God is so amazing. So awesome and powerful. I have so many more memories with Samuel (like DEEP DOWN, OH DEEP DOWN DOWN and KTV on the bus) but I’ll have to save them for another time because this post is already WAY too long. NORA AND DAPHNE. These 2 girls are so so so precious. Daphne is really shy but has the heart of an angel. Truly she is so willing to serve and does things she’s not entirely comfortable with in the name of God and I am so proud of her for that. It’s really not easy to break out of your comfort zone, especially at the young age of 14. Daphne did not have an easy time teaching in Taiwan, but she’s already talked about going back and I’m just. What a great example of God’s disciple. She really has such a pure heart that is so willing to learn and I can’t get enough of it!! She was really hard for me to read at times because she hardly ever expressed her true emotions and is the type to keep things to herself if she’s bothered, but I know she’s working on it. My biggest fear was that I would step on her toes without knowing and she’d get upset but never talk to me about it. In the end I’m not sure if that happened or not but overall I want to say we had a good time together. I learned so much from her, and I hope I can continue to learn from her in the near future! Nora is much more open compared to Daphne (not that that’s a bad thing), and she was also willing to help me teach the dance on stage for worship during morning assembly. She was actually the one who spent the most time with me making sure I knew the choreography the night before our first day. AND FOR THAT I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL <3 Her heart to serve is just as big as Daphne’s and I’m so proud of her as well. She really did a great job teaching alongside her co-teacher. She was also willing to be silly with Samuel and I which was super fun! I’m just so so grateful I was able to witness God moving in their lives and really wish I got to spend more time with the both of them. The two were so cute in the fact that they were always listening to me. God used them to show me that he would always provide a way, as long as I was willing to listen to him. My biggest wish now is to be able to get to know them more and hangout with them. If you see this and you know who I’m talking about, please lmk ‘cause I don’t have their contact info because I’m an idiot and didn’t ask in time!! q-q

RUBY and ETHAN. Both of them were my coteachers this year and I could not have asked for a better trio. Ruby is the mother of Daphne, and right away I could tell she was an amazing mother. The way Daphne is filled with so much love, you could just FEEL that Ruby really loves and cherishes her daughter. TBH it feels weird to call the mom of my friend by her first name but I had to do it all week in Taiwan so it is what it is. Ruby was super sentimental and pointed out a lot of things to me that I didn’t notice going into this missions trip. She really relied on me to teach her about this missions trip but through her I learned so much more about what it means to be a disciple of God. Ruby and Daphne are from HK, so they speak Cantonese at home, and so they both struggled with talking to the students at times, but through their serving heart they let go of that worry and came out to Taiwan anyways. Her love for the students was also super visible, and I really think a lot of the students were affected by her presence and really felt God’s love through her. She 100% respected me and Ethan the whole week and was completely open to our ideas. I am so grateful to Ruby for being there and supporting Ethan and I as the lead teachers. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. What can I say. He truly was like a little brother in the sense that we bickered a LOT. LOOOL. But I really appreciated his point of view and perspective because it was one I was not used to. He definitely had a more laid-back approach to teaching the kids, whereas I had a more planned out one, but in the end we made it work. There’s a funny story I tell everyone about the first time we really FOUGHT but I’ll save it for another time. In the end I was able to learn a lot about patience and letting others take the lead sometimes. Honestly Ethan is a super great kid, and he did really well leading the activities that we agreed he would lead. I’m very thankful for the different perspectives he offered, and for the blessings God used him to show me in my life.

There were so many more people that impacted me greatly on this missions trip. Christina, Jesse, Ariel (my roommates at the camp); Dorothy, Michelle, Debbie, Carrie; Brian, Tracy, and my baby sister Joanna. But the ones mentioned here impacted me the most during my week in Taiwan and I believe were the ones God really used to teach me so much during that week. TL;DR: God really used the people at my camp to teach me that 1) I’m always the perfect servant as long as I’m willing to serve him, no matter where my faith is, 2) Trust in him always, because his plan is so much bigger than I’ll ever understand, 3) He is truly an amazing, awesome, powerful, and wonderful God.

*please note. This is a really big thought dump to be doing at 3am so I apologize if there are grammatical/spelling errors, and if my thoughts don’t make sense. I plan to go over it and edit in the morning.

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lore-a-lie · 6 years

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Bonus Chapter: Artificial Intimacy

Love Hotel

Miu wasn’t sure where she was at first. As much as she loved the color pink, and its butch big brother red, she definitely didn’t have this much of it in her bedroom last she checked. The hearts everywhere were also preeetty weird now that she thought about. Until like clockwork things worked into place.

Oh DUH! How could a gorgeous girl genius like me ever forget? I mean I’ve never been invited to somewhere like this before. C-certainly never by someone like… Him. Oh wow. Oh god, this is happening. I mean… There’s only ONE reason he’d ever want to meet up in a fuckin’ love hotel right?! BOOYAH! SUCK ON THAT FUCKIN’ V-CARD, YA FINALLY GOING TO GET PUNCHED TONIGHT! Unless I fuck this up.

No time to waste thinking like that! Who knows when he was finally going to show up. She had to make sure she got everything right tonight. Too big a step forward for him, for them, to risk slipping up.

Oh god, I thought of us as like a THING. ...Are we a thing? GAH, why can’t this virgin be more explicit!? … In more ways than one. Whooo boy this is gonna get freaky one way or another ain’t it? Don’t screw up.

After a few minutes setting herself in all the ways she assumed she had to she finally heard the jiggling of the doorknob. Kibo looked nearly as red as the room as he took in everything around her as he finally approached Miu. He had that dazed and dopey look on his face like he was confused, so he prolly didn’t even bother scoping out this joint before he offered to pay for this. Fuckin’ typical ain’t it? (Of course my sweetheart’s the type to get too embarrassed to make sure he was doing this right… oh god, I called him “sweetheart”. Damn, I got it bad. B-but at least I’m not the only one, since we’re here now!... Right?)

And like a typical herbivore guy it looked like her little buddy was going to need her to step up as a carnivore gal and make the first move. Again. God, he’s lucky he’s so cute. She could just eat him up.

“Hey, Kibo~” She crooned, which startled him enough to make the poor boy jump as he gave her his complete attention.

“Y-yes Miu? Sorry if I seemed distracted, I wasn’t expecting that key to unlock a room like this.”

“Yeah Kibo, that’s kinda what keys do. A hotel can’t just keep doors unlocked, especially not around here ya know? Waaay too many free shows if you catch my drift.” A look on his face showed he did in fact not catch her drift at all. Miu really couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad thing for them anymore. “Anyways, I got some fan-fuckin’-tastic news that’s sure to put a smile on that mug of yours.”

“I have a mug?” Kibo asked as he looked down as if expecting to find a literal mug in his hands.

“Yeah, doi. I mean your face! But since we’re childhood friends you’re getting an exclusive inside scoop! Now doesn’t that make you feel special?” She continued despite his silly pun. But hearing her tell him the obvious (as always) made his antenna stand to attention, like he was surprised enough to frazzle his systems.

“Huh?!”

“What do you mean “huh”? “Huh” about what?” (Oh god I fucked up! Where did I fuck up?! Fuuuck.)

“N-nothing. I’m all ears Miu, honest! Metaphorically I mean.” He assured her, as he briefly ran a hand over his headphone like "ear" surrogates at his own joke.

“Good! So about this news…” Miu started before her nerves finally got the better of her. Again. Well so much for keeping her momentum going. This was going to be an embarrassing, annoying, awkward failure of a night if she couldn’t get control of this! (Not to mention what it could do to our friendship)

“Are you alright Miu? You aren’t looking well.” Kibo asked, the perfect picture of a concerned friend. At least she figured he was. He had to be! It’s not like she had many other friends to compare with though. (More like “any other friends”. Why did I think I could do this? What am I saying of course I can do this!)

“Y-yeah, I’m fine! It’s just… Y-Y-Y-youuuu…” (COME ON GIRL SAY IT! BOY NEEDS OUR CONSENT FIRST!)

“... Me?”

“Yeah, you! Y-you can… have your way with me tonight. If you still want to.” Miu tried again, but as she got more of the words out they started to trail off until they were barely a whisper. Hopefully, he still heard her.

“Uhhh, Miu?”

“Yeah, come on you heard me, didn’t you! Don’t be a fuckin’ tease! I said you can have me any way you want me tonight!” (please don’t say no please don’t say no please don’t say no)

“I know! I heard you. But… I’m not sure I understand what you want from me?” Kibo was nearly the color of the room again, and so honestly confused she really felt bad for letting her embarrassment make her yell at him like that. It’s not like he hasn’t always been like this. But normally it’s a part of his charm.

“W-what’s not to understand?”

“I-I mean this is so sudden, and if you are referring to… sexual relations, you know I’m not really… Equipped for such activities.” Kibo confessed as he poked his fingers together and screwed his eyes shut. (... Ohhhh right. Whoops. Well, he still has fingers, and I’m sure they gotta have at least one dildo in a joint like this! Why oh why did I ever leave that fun purple one at home?)

“O-oh. Sorry, Kibo. It’s just… I wanna... thank you, you know?”

“Thank me? But you’ve been the one doing so much to help me, shouldn’t I be thanking you?” (ONLY IF IT MEANS YOU’LL FINALLY FUCK ME! No god no Miu don’t say that, that’s not working here at allll.)

“I-I mean, parts or no parts you’re still a man, right? And what’s a better reward for a guy than letting you touch this slammin’ sexy-ass body of mine any way you want!?”

“... So you want me to touch you… Any way I want?" Kibo murmured with a contemplative look as his gaze flickered between Miu's face, the floor, and her hands on the mattress. But before Miu could tease him he cut himself off with a shake of his head. "N-no wait, but what are you trying to thank me for?”

“Huh? Jeez Kibo, you really are clueless sometimes, you know that? And you call yourself my childhood friend!?”

“... Do I call myself your childhood friend? Sorry, but I really don’t understand what you are referring to.” (OUCH and Kibo goes straight for the burn! And he prolly doesn’t even know he did it, what a nerd.)

“N-no laughing okay?”

“Affirmative, whatever is distressing you so is hardly a laughing matter.” (FUCK HE’S TOO CUTE DAMNIT!)

“... No shouting at me either?” Miu shyly mumbled as she played with her hair, not quite able to meet his gaze anymore.

“Of course, why would I ever do that?” Kibo asked looking sad and terribly confused.

“Okay… Well… Ever since we were kids, Kibo you’ve always taken care of me, y’know?” She began, making Kibo look thoughtful as he prolly started to think on all the times that had happened in their pass. When he gave a satisfied nod, he looked surprisingly serious and subdued as he turned to face her with a smile.

“... Minus the kids part, I could say the same for you. You’ve been a lot of help for me understanding human experiences, and appreciate me for everything that I am.” (... What? C-c’mon, this is totally off the script I had in my head Kibo, why you gotta toss a sappy wrench into things like that!?)

“H-hey, c’mon man, don’t just interrupt a girl like that! J-jeez. I mean… You’ve always s-stayed by my side, no matter what. And here you are, still doin’ that. Always seeing past my act when no one else really tries to. You’re the only one who knows the real me, Kibo.”

Kibo seemed stunned as he processed what she was saying to him so Miu continued on best she could. “If I didn’t have you in my life, I’d prolly be in a gutter or something.”

“I’m fairly certain our other friends would argue your mind still finds a way into one regardless.”

“Pfft, yeah guess they would, wouldn’t they?”

... Wait, friends? N-no that’s right, we do have other friends! What on earth was I thinking!? Boy, this place kinda puts your brain on a bender doesn’t it? Something about the lights or the spinning maybe? Ooooh, pink lights that make you super horny would be a great future project! Gotta remember that.

Even though Miu couldn’t help but laugh at his joke Kibo still didn’t, just like he said he wouldn’t. As always he found a way to help make her more comfortable, and was still looking at her attentively. “You’re the reason I can hold my head up high as the Ultimate Inventor, Kibo. S-so… I wanted to thank you, for everything. B-but you said… you didn’t need my inventions… That I should use them to help other people instead. So I don’t really have anything else to offer you except for… Well, me.”

“Is that really what this is about, Miu?” (How does he always know when I’m making’ up excuses!?)

“F-fine. You got me. What I was really hoping for was… your baby.” She finally stuttered out, to Kibo's blank and vaguely confused expression.

“Uhhh, again I’m afraid I physically can’t do that Miu.” He said with a shrug as he avoided meeting her eyes, probably to keep himself from blushing again.

“WELL YEAH I REALIZE THAT NOW! God, why’d you gotta go and make this more embarrassing!? I just kinda got caught up in the moment before, you know!? I mean with my beauty, brains, and talent, and your winning personality and all around cuteness we coulda totally had the makings of the perfect kid!”

“But wouldn’t having a child out of wedlock make things more difficult for you?” He asked her with genuine concern, despite her ridiculous babbling. (Woah, hold up, is he saying what I think he’s saying?)

“W-what?”

“I mean, if you wanted to raise an offspring with me that means you wished for a future together, right? So wouldn’t it be better to go about things the proper way? For your parents’ peace of mind at least.” He continued with a hand to the chin, like he was seriously contemplating the idea. (Oh god what is happening right now?! MY INNOCENT MAIDEN’S HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS TWIST KIBO!)

“W-what!?”

“As a robot I may not know for sure what “love” feels like, but even I know the way one’s supposed to go about courtship! So if you wish to take me in sickness and in health so that I may better understand it and you then I will by no means object!” He finished looking back up at her with the sort of optimistic confidence in his smile that always made her feel more secure in her ideas. (I JUST WANTED YOU TO TAKE ME! This is too fast! I… Think?)

“Woah, woah, woah Keebs give a girl a minute! I-I mean, if you know how things are supposed to go, shouldn’t I… be your girlfriend first? If… you… really think you need me that much?” Miu offered in a desperate attempt to regain any control of this nearly nonsensical situation.

“O-oh! Right. Sorry, you are correct. To love each other unconditionally and understand each other completely we’d need to go on “dates” to grow even closer before committing our lives to each other.”

“Y-yeah! So… you’re sure you won’t abandon me?”

“Of course I wouldn’t Miu. Why would I have offered this otherwise? I’m not THAT tactless you know.” He objected with a pout, folding his arms.

“... Can we still try to… Do it though?”

“H-hey, wait a minute! I told you I don’t have a-”

“We wouldn’t need anything like that! Don’t you worry 'bout a thing Kibbles, bits or no bits mama knows how to make this work.” Miu assured him. Which seemed to fail, as he missed her point again.

“M-mama!? Would you still want to adopt then? Or perhaps try to… make a robot, like me, to raise?”

“Oh~ Now there’s a thought! That’d be an even easier way to make sure we’d have the perfect child together, wouldn’t it? So let’s just get to the fun part now.”

“... Which would exactly be the “fun” part of this scenario?” Kibo asked as he side-eyed her a little.

“The hot and heavy one~”

“W-wait, you said you wanted me to touch you anywhere I wanted to first right?!”

Surprised by him taking initiative again Miu sat back on the bed, legs spread a little and head cocked, to see what exactly he had in mind. His face was completely red again, little puffs of steam escaping through the ports on his head to try and keep his inner workings cool, as he worked up his resolve.

But as he joined her on the bed he all he did was hold her hand. Like a handshake at first, before she moved them so that their fingers would be intertwined instead. Like she remembered him doing with her so often when they were younger, both unaware of any embarrassment it was supposed to cause.

Miu always enjoyed how surprisingly warm he was. She understood why that was of course, honestly he was normally only about the temperature of the bottom of a laptop, but still. It was so easy to expect someone so metallic and blue to be cold to the touch, no matter how warm their personality was.

“I’m… quite nervous. So would it be alright if we stayed like this for a bit longer? My heart… is at peace right now.”

“Well duh. Of course, we can. We can do anything we want, we’ve got the time.”

“... But you do still want to try something else later.”

“Oooh yeah, these fingers are going to be getting a lot of mileage tonight I promise you that.”

“Okay. Since it’s with you. Then… Please be gentle with me?” Kibo rushed out, more steam puffing out at the admission of what was going to finally happen.

“Alright~ Just remember: Green means “harder”, yellow means “slower”, and red means “stop”.”

“Huh? Wait, Miu what are you talking about?! Y-yellow, yellow!”

Miu woke up the next morning in her dorm as she always did. But something felt different today. Must have been one crazy wild dream she had last night, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was about. Not unusual in and of itself, especially with how much she hated sleeping for long stretches of time, but remembering any of it at all is different. Even if they were more feelings than the content.

Something about lights? Colored lights? Pink, red, yellow, and green, like the ones at a carnival? But what part of a carnival? The carousels spinning? Tunnel of love? Gah, this was going to be driving her crazy!

Kibo was there. She could remember that much clearly, so it had to be a good dream. Hard for things to go wrong with him around. But thinking about it made her hand and face feel warm. Why her hand? And why the hell was she blushing?!

But hanging out with the Keebster after breakfast sounds like as good a plan as any. With all the progress she'd been making on Kaede’s commission she could afford to take a break. Maybe he wouldn't mind keeping her some company when she got back to it too.

But then an odd tablet on her table caught her eye, with a case made to look like it was splattered in paint. Something this suspicious definitely warranted at least a little peek before she left.

Seeing Kibo’s name and talent was weird though, as his “motive” began. But as it continued she really wasn't sure if she should be giving it to him. Best thing to do would be to act like she didn't see anything. That's never failed her in the past when something baffles her brilliant beautiful brain.

Maybe someone else would have a better idea what to do with these things. Like watch ‘em all together or something if they all got one, so her seeing Kibo’s wouldn't matter.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t interested in seeing what made her new friends tick either of course. Beyond what made them ticked off, she was good at finding that one on her own. Except with Kibo, which was nice.

With that in mind, she had a spring in her step as she went off to find her favorite robo-buddy at the dining hall. Hopefully, today would prove to be a good one.

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wanna-one-imagine · 7 years

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Wanna One Kim Jaehwan College AU

For Anon! My ask box is open again :) Enjoy! (You + Kim Jaehwan)

It was your freshman year at college, and you were attending one relatively far from your family. You were slightly anxious about starting meeting people and professors from scratch, but you were looking forward to making new friends and learning regardless

You arrived on the college campus for orientation completely clueless, but hey that’s okay

When you first moved in, you did that thing where you be friendly to pretty much anyone, to try to find some friends/people to hang out with

Anyway

You were put in a four-year dorm, meaning that freshmen up to seniors were all in the same dorm: this made you somewhat anxious but you thought you’d be fine

The day before classes started, your dorm all met up together to do introductions and awkward icebreakers

It was the first time you were meeting any upperclassmen, but from the beginning one person stood out

This person, whose name you would later find out to be Kim Jaehwan, was undoubtedly the life of the party

He was constantly joking around and screaming “OKAY OKAY” every couple of minutes, but nobody was annoyed by him – in fact, the RAs in charge of the dorm seemed to be completely used to his antics

He even had this really strange sounding scream-laugh that escaped his mouth at times, but all it did was make other people start giggling along with him: he was contagious and you personally thought it was incredibly charming

Needless to say, he was, even if it was unintentional, incredibly well-liked by people older and younger than him

And this popularity made him seem... unapproachable, like he was on a pedestal, at least to you

Where in reality, he was probably... definitely willing to talk with anyone

From that first encounter with the group, you had developed an innocent crush on the guy

He was incredibly funny and likable not to mention really attractive

Anyway you didn’t share many classes with him, since he was 2 years ahead of you in school, a junior

And that was fine, you weren’t looking really to make a relationship out of this, you just thought he was a cute guy lol

But during all the dorm activities, you got so distracted because of him

There would be game nights and group dinners and movie marathons and you (and your friends, to your dismay) frequently caught you wistfully staring at him or laughing a little too hard at his jokes

You thought you were subtle about it, but if someone hung around you at the same time Jaehwan was in the room, it really wasn’t that hard to tell where you mind and heart were lol

Despite all this (and pressure from your friends), you never approached him, because like, how?

Well before the first semester ended, you actually happened to have one interaction with him

You usually didn’t attend any of the dorm parties, because you are extremely physically irritated by loud noises and music, and so far most of the parties had been the “turn up” type, not many of the chiller hangouts, so you pretty much stayed in your room doing quiet things with your friends like games or internet browsing

But at the end of the semester, there was this one winter holidays party that “everyone” attended, as your friends and dorm-mates told you, so you decided why not, to just check it out for a bit

You didn’t think you would be there for too long, so you didn’t dress up too much: you wore red sweatpants and a green shirt to embody the “holiday spirit”

When you got to the party, you realized why people said it was much more extravagant than the other ones

This one seemed to have a much larger budget, and there were beautiful decorations everywhere, with balloons and Christmas trees and pretty holiday lights

And to your pleasant surprise, the music wasn’t super loud or anything, in fact it was just the regular old holiday music lol

Everyone was dressed up way more than you were, but you felt comfortable, much more than you thought you would when you first heard about the idea

Trying new things isn’t so bad, (Y/N), you instructed yourself, content with the experience so far (even though you hadn’t talked to anyone yet lol)

You didn’t know how to dance to Christmas songs, so you headed to kitchen to grab some good food yuss

Surprisingly, the kitchen was completely empty when you entered: the perfect time to steal all foods ! ! ! !

Unable to hold back the evil smile that was starting to cover your face, you stacked snacks on your plate, growing happier and happier as your plate filled up to the edges

You were so glad you had come to the party LOL

Satisfied with your collection, you headed over to the drinks, where there was various bowls of questionable substances

What are these even… there wasn’t a label or anything

As you scratched your neck and bended down to smell the liquids, you didn’t notice another person entering the room

Yes you guessed it

It was the one and only Kim Jaehwan, and you failed to notice his eyes boring into the top of your head, as he stood on the opposite side of the food counter

Multiple things about this first meeting:

1. Jaehwan already knew who you were. lol. and he also knew about your crush. also lol. word spreads pretty quickly through the dorm, and you were unaware of that! congrats !

2. There are two people now in this room: you and him,,, and you have your nose hovering above a bowl of punch or something

GREAT FUCKN JOB (Y/N) TRULY INNOVATIVE

Anyway yes you were smelling the punch because you didn’t want to consume any sketchy alcohol at this party (you hadn’t drank before anyway, and you didn’t want the conditions of your first time to be mystery fluid)

“Is this alcoholic…” you mumbled to yourself, before your eyes flicked up to meet Jaehwan’s, making you gasp and stand up straight in surprise, almost tripping over your own feet, making Jaehwan laugh at your reaction

Nice one, real nice, (Y/N)…

He looked too good for words, his brown hair looking messy but perfect at the same time, in his own pair of sweats and a long t-shirt, with an adorable reindeer antler headband on his head

“I’m pretty sure the red one has alcohol, and the peach one just has some sodas, punch, and ice cream.”

They were the first words he had spoken to you, and you wished you were capable of acting completely normally but you were too much of a spAZ to do that

“Oh, okay, thank you, I-I’ll get the red one then,” you sputtered out

“You want the alcoholic one? Oh, I thought you were under the impression you didn’t, with the way you were sniffing those bowls, haha”

“Oh, no I meant the non alcoholic one, gah” you corrected, mentally kicking yourself for literally saying gah like out loud

“Nah you’re good, these parties are pretty confusing at first, I totally get it. I came for the food too,” Jaehwan said with his gorgeous laugh

“Oh, you did? Come for just the food, you mean?”

“I mean, look at me,” Jaehwan said, pointing to his outfit. “This is my sleep outfit, and I have fully planned to fall into a food coma today.”

You couldn’t stop your blush from rising to your cheeks in reaction to his joke, before you asked without thinking, “you sleep with those antlers on?”

Jaehwan seemed slightly caught off guard for a split second, before he smoothly responded, gasping and clutching his chest

“(Y/N), I am so offended, the antlers aren’t a costume, its a serious physical defect, I can’t believe you don’t have the sense to not talk about that to me,” he cried out

You couldn’t keep up the joke and started giggling, before you realized… did he just say my name? How does he know my name...

But guess what? Your thoughts had unknowingly slipped out of your mind, and he heard you ask him that, out loud, you only realizing you had done that when you looked up to see Jaehwan staring at him, his cheeks turning a shade of red that matched your pants

“Ah, of course I know the name of my fellow dorm-mate, we’ve been living in the same place for the past couple months,” he saved, looking less confident than you had ever seen him

Just then, another freshman from your dorm walked in, and with some confidence you had unknowingly conjured up, you challenged Jaehwan out of nowhere

“Okay, so what’s their name?” you asked, as Jaehwan coughed randomly into the air, claiming that your game was completely unfair to him

“I bet this person isn’t even from our dorm and just snuck in here, please,” he replied with some fake arrogance

“Fine, then do the next person that enters,” you said, enjoying his misery

And the two of you just stood there in the kitchen, leaning on the countertop, staring at everyone who came in, for the next 30 minutes, stuffing food into your mouths

Turns out, Jaehwan barely knew any of the freshmen or sophomores in the dorm, leading to a lot of laughter from the both of you as he made up random names on the spot

After some time of this, when the kitchen emptied out again, you let the question that had been lingering on your subconscious slip out

“So why did you only know my name?” you laughed, before stopping instantly, realizing what you had said

And you were met with… silence

Your nervously looked up at Jaehwan, and saw him staring at his feet, which were bending over on the ground uncomfortably, a drastic change from his usual psycho demeanor

“Uh, well, I sorta heard thatyoulikeme…” he quickly said, the volume of his voice trailing off

And just like that, you could have sworn you heard your heart drop

Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing, your cheeks pinking for a different reason than they had been the rest of this evening

“Oh,” was all you managed to get out, standing up straight, subconsciously starting to move away from him, your head turning to face a different direction

“Wait, no, (Y/N), I’m not talking to you just because of that,” Jaehwan said, placing a soft hand on your shoulder, holding you back, making you hesitantly look back at him

“I mean,” he said, starting to awkwardly laugh, “a lot of people knew about it, although I didn’t realize how much you enjoyed looking at me until one of my friends told me,”

“Ugh I get it, I’m totally obvious, I have a huge crush on you, big deal,” you replied, disheartened, moving Jaehwan’s hand on your shoulder with one of your own, but he took advantage of the contact and took your hand

“Wait, no, I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m explaining this properly, I heard you liked me and I didn’t know who you were, but I found out soon after that, and I sorta noticed you were really cute and you always laughed at my jokes and seem really nice and I want to get to know you better because I kinda like you too,” he hurriedly confessed

You were totally overwhelmed at the past minute of new information, staring blankly at Jaehwan, as he looked back at you, waiting for a response

“Uh, what?”

Jaehwan smirked at you, making your heartbeat rise; seeing you get all flustered at his words made him incredibly satisfied

“So do you want to get to know each other better?” he asked, poking your nose

You finally let a smile break free onto your face, nodding enthusiastically

“What? I can’t hear you,” Jaehwan teased

“Okey okey!” you exclaimed, making Jaehwan lose his cockiness and pull you into a hug

“OKEY OKEY!” he screamed, and you kicked him in response, your physical reaction being completely different from your rapidly beating heart but who cares hahhahahaha

You two just chatted and ate for the rest of the party, sometimes going out to stare at the people dancing, the both of you proclaiming that you weren’t “dancing people” (Jaehwan demonstrated some of his… questionable dancing moves to demonstrate his point)

Anyway when your friends heard this news, they were all relieved, claiming that they thought it would never happen (GEE THANKS)

(Jaehwan’s friends were equally happy, having been annoyed for the past couple months of him staring at you and asking them if you had laughed at his attempts to be funny)

You two still didn’t share many classes, but met a lot in the dorm, and activities were actually able to be enjoyed by you after this because not all your attention was on him!!! Wowza!

For example,,, movie nights turned from staring at each other from across the room to cuddling under a blanket AHHH

(well that might not be the best example… as his presence next to you was tbh still pretty incredible for a little bit haH)

You two raided parties solely for the food, becoming infamous for creepily staring at people while the both of you munched on snacks

As you loosened up around him and became more comfortable with your dorm group as a whole, you actually found that you had a psycho laugh as well (some people said yours sounded like a hyena mixed with a squeaky door)

Who needs a power couple when you can have a psycho couple

y’all are weirdos but somehow it’s still adorable

Masterlist

Requests are open! Thank y’all for waiting ❤️

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dust-broken-berry · 3 years

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This is part 4 and I already know that it's gonna be to ling to fit into one post. So there will be one or two more after this.

So Read that before you start reading-

Part 4: It's Here

Dust and Blue made it over to the two groups of arguing monsters. Blue asked nervously-

“Uh...what are you guys d-doing?”

All the monsters sudden;y turned and stared at Dust and the nervous Blue.

Ink said-

“Nothing… Cross just had a bad feeling that something bad would happen. So I decided to act on that feeling, so I thought that we should all go out today to see if there was anything wrong. Then it just so happened that we ran into…”

Ink’s words slowly faded when he saw the back of an eight year old child's head with a strange marking on it. Blue realized why Ink stopped talking.

“O-Outer can you take BluePrint away?”

“Ya I was intending on going with him and Noir anyways…”

Outer looked angrily at Ink and his buddies.

“They shouldn’t have to see this.”

“Why? I mean I only know a few of them...but still.”

Ink looked somewhat shaken by those words but kept quiet. Outer then said-

“Well you always get along so well with Noir, and I know that you don’t want him to be sad because you’re here right?”

BluePrint sighed

“Ya ok, but only because I get to hang out with him.”

And after that BluePrint and Outer left, with Outer holding Noir.

Dust then said-

“So Cross had a bad feeling...it’s good you trust him, he has good instincts.”

Dust said, but it was only silent after he said that. Nightmare then tried to explain what happened.

“Anyways, what happened was we just ran into-”

“A bunch of little do goody assholes.”

Dust, Nightmare, and Blue, all shot Horror angry glances. Horror shrugged and said-

“Geez why the hell do you guys always get so pissed off with me. It’s not like what I said now wasn’t true.”

Dust angrily responded-

“Maybe, but you need to keep your trap of a mouth shut whenever we are near them.”

“Fine, fuck ever”

“Anyways...we just unluckily ran into them.”

Nightmare said now trying to explain the situation. Blue then said-

“Oh...I see, and Cross had a bad feeling…”

“And assumed it was about us.”

“Well I should be able to settle this with Ink, we shouldn’t fight if we don’t have to. We are under numbered, especially now with Outer gone.”

Dust said, trying to think rationally about the situation.

“I would have at least tried to do the same thing, because you’re right we are under numbered. Maybe not by much but still.”

The dark goo-like substance slips away from Nightmare’s body as he said that. Everyone else took the hint and slowly lowered the weapons for the time being. Dust walked in front of everyone and turned back towards Blue.

“Berry for right now stay behind me…”

He looked in front of him at Ink, then back at Blue.

“They might have been your friends but if this somehow goes wrong, I don’t want you to accidentally get hurt.”

“Er-...ya ok”

Blue said, obviously nervous. Dust sighed

“Hm...here I know you get cold out here and you’re obviously worried so...”

Dust took off his jacket and put it around Blue.

“There see, everything will be ok, don’t worry we aren’t even fighting.”

“Well...fine ok”

“Ok”

Dust turned back towards Ink.

“Ok, look Ink we don’t need to fight right now trust me when I say there isn’t anything bad happening with us...today.”

“Then what were you guys doing?”

Ink asked, so Dust answered.

“Me and Blue were just walking over to come get BluePrint from Outer.”

“Ya and uh, after they would have gotten him, me and Outer were just gonna go home.”

Killer said, trying to back up Dust’s story. But Ink still kept asking-

“How can I be sure that you guys aren’t lying?”

Cross gave Ink an unsure look.

“Ink relax I know what I said but there may be nothing going on here.”

“We don’t know that yet Cross!”

Ink screamed, obviously starting to get angry. Dust also started to get somewhat annoyed, then saying-

“Why would we lie when we’re outnumbered?”

“Ink I’m with Cross, I don’t think anything is going on here?”

Dream said, now starting to become worried. Ink screamed-

“Look I think something’s going to happen, ok!?”

“Ya and you’re going to start it.”

“What was that!?”

Ink screamed as Dust turned angrily towards Horror.

“Nothing! Horror is just running his mouth again!”

“How did you-”

“You whisper loud.”

Killer said before Horror could finish.

“Oh…”

Ink was just getting more and more irritated as the others kept talking.

“So? Nothing is happening, at all?”

“Yes...nothing is happening Ink.”

Dust said, still annoyed, like everyone else at this point. Dream then added-

“Ink nothing is happening, at this point you're just arguing for yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you're just arguing with Dust because of what happened with Bl-”

“Ha, that's an idotic assumption.”

“Then tell me I‘m wrong.”

Ink didn’t say anything, all he did was shake with anger knowing that his friend was right.

Ink just stood there for a second and then all of a sudden he screamed-

“Just...J-JUST BE QUITE!”

A random ink bone was then shot towards...Dust? Dust yelled-

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? YOU ALMOST HIT ME!”

Ink stared wide eyed at Dust realizing he made a mistake.

“D-Dust I didn’t mean to do...I’m-”

Before Ink could finish, a bone with a magic purple tint was fired at him. Ink screamed angrily-

“THAT’S IT”

“YOU WANT A FIGHT!”

Dust summoned around an estimated amount of fiftyish sharp bones.

“THEN I’LL GIVE YOU A GODDAMN FIGHT!”

“Dust please calm down”

Dust looked over at Blue

“Blue just stay behind me! This between me and Ink, I don’t want you getting hurt!”

Dust yelled at Blue. Blue stayed silent as Dust and Ink started fighting.

Neither of them hit the other for a while. The others waited ready for something to happen, waited for one to slip up, and then that’s when it happened. At this point Dust was tired of fighting,at this point in more ways than one. He didn’t want to fight in the first place, so wanting to stop the fighting, he stopped fighting wanting to reason with Ink.

“Ok, Ink, I think it’s about time that we-”

It Only Took A Second

An Unexpected, Yet Expected Occurrence For Some

But Regardless…

. . .

It Happened

“G-Guh-!”

There was...a bone of black ink impaled through Dust’s ribs. He began to cough up blood.

Ink’s eyes went wide with sudden fear and regret. Blue ran up to Dust as the fighting began between everyone else.

Dust looked up at Blue and said-

“H-Hey...don’t cry...please?..”

Even with all the fighting , Dust didn’t leave Blue. Blue still crying said-

“W-Why? You’re g-g-gonna die, and I can’t do anything about it!”

“I know...I know...I just w-want to see you happy...one last time…”

“I don’t want this to be one last time!”

“Guh!.. Berry…”

Dust fell and Blue caught him

“DUST!”

Blue carefully laid Dust down on the ground and went to get up, saying-

“There must be something I can do! I-”

Dust grabbed on to Blue’s arm before he stood up.

“Berry...there isn’t anything you can do...it’s not your fault…”

Blue didn’t move and knew that Dust was right.

Even if he somehow got to Dream or someone in the fight that could help Dust, it would be too late. Even if it wasn’t and someone tried to help...it would just make Dust suffer…

Blue sat down next to Dust.

“P-Please...don’t go!..”

“I...won’t be gone…”

Dust grabbed on to Blue’s hand.

“I’ll always be with you…”

After Dust said that he began to dust, but before he was gone he saw the blank and empty expression of a changed monster, but before he could say anything he was gone.

Blue with tears still dripping down his face, was frozen with empty eye sockets, then-

“Ink…”

“Erg! H-Hey did you hear that?’

Dream said, still fighting.

“Ink…”

The fighting slowly stopped after they saw the light blue glow of one monster's magic.

“Ink…”

“B-Blue?”

Ink said worriedly

Blue looked like an empty husk with an emotionless expression, just standing there with five blasters and to many bones to count around him. He had two streams of dark blue magic flowing out of his eyes, opposed to the normal bright blue single stream of magic.

“Ink…”

“Huh...how the...no...Blue…”

A dark evil smile began to spread across Blue’s face as he laughed.

“MYHEHEHEHAHAHA...ha...of all the days for this to happen...for you to...kill someone...of ALL the days…”

“Blue..?”

Ink said, still sounding worried. But Blue just ignored his words.

“It had to happen Today...it...it had to happen now...during these...during HIS...last few seconds… The first one you had to kill was Dust...as it seems...at least…”

“It seems?”

Ink asked, still worried but now also confused.

“Hehe...he...ya...it seems…”

“Blue-”

Everything was then shot, all the blasters, all the bones were fired at Ink.

When the dust cleared, it appeared that most of the attacks hit Ink due to the large amount of splattered ink. Ink along with everyone else from their group was gone. But they left some things in the monstrous tower of chard bones. There were some small paint brushes and other small things like that of Ink’s left behind, but one of the more easy things to notice was an Arm.

Blue just breathed heavy

“*Huff* *Huff* *Huff*”

“H-Holy shit!”

Horror said in amazement, followed by Killer saying-

“Since when the hell could he do that?”

“Blue...we’re gonna need to ta-”

Blue passed out before Blue could finish, but as he did something fell out of Dust's pocket (Which Blue still had on) Nightmare smirked a bit.

“Hehe, oh Dust you smart bastard. It’s as if you knew this would happen...at least sooner or later.”

A few hours later Blue woke up on his couch.

“Ugh what happened…”

“You passed out”

“Gah!?”

Blue, surprised to see Nightmare of all monsters in his house screamed, but then calmed down shortly after.

“O-Oh sorry, but uh...what are you doing in my house?..”

“I brought you here, would you rather me left you?”

“No… But anyways what time is it?”

“9:00 pm”

“Wait it’s n-nine!? Is BluePrint asleep!? Is he even here!?”

“Yes BluePrint’s sleeping”

“*Sigh* Good and thank you. But can I ask what are you still doing here?”

“I need to talk to you about what happened, it’s important.”

“What happened?”

“Do you not remember what happened today?”

“No not really”

“Ok, let me try and jog your memory.”

Nightmare then threw Ink’s arm on the table.

“Aaahh!? Nightmare don’t just put an arm on my table! What if BluePrint comes in here!?”

“Do you know who’s arm this is?”

“Why does it matter I didn’t hurt them!?”

“Blue look, and tell me who’s arm this is.”

Blue hesitantly looked at the arm.

“Is...that Ink’s arm!?”

“Yes it is and do you know why I have this arm?”

As if it were a slide show or a movie, the memory of what happened came flooding back. What he did to Ink...what Ink did to him...what Ink did to Dust.

“No...no...no, no, no, no, NO!”

All Blue could do was cry.

“GAH, AAAAHHHHHHHH NO!!!!!”

“I’m sorry but-”

“D-Dad what’s wrong?..”

BluePrint was standing on the bottom of the stairs looking tired.

“And whose arm is that on the table.”

“G-Gah! BluePrint, Nightmare put the arm away!”

Nightmare then slipped the arm away. As Blue said-

“BluePrint honey I’m fine you don’t need to worry.”

“Hm…”

“What is it diamond?”

“Sorry dad but I know you’re lying.”

“Huh?”

“And it’s about...Mr.Dust...isn’t it…”

Nightmare grinned a bit

“Have to admit he’s a pretty smart kid.”

“Hehe...ya he is…”

Blue said, then wiping his tears he smiled.

“But he still has to go to bed.”

“Why? You're sad…”

“I’m ok Diamond and it’s late, you have to go to sleep.”

“Ugh ok…”

Blue gave BluePrint a hug

“Good night honey”

“Night dad”

After that BluePrint went back to bed. Nightmare said-

“Ink went back to Error as I’m aware and that’s one of the main reasons he left us. They did already have a child right?”

“Ya PJ, my guess is he didn’t want to be away from them… But that’s not the point right now…”

“I know so let’s get back to that. You remember what you did to Ink now?”

“Ya I do… ...Nightmare...I just...I...I changed my mind...I just want to relax...I lost Dust and I did something…”

Nightmare sighed, and looked over to his right and said-

“He isn’t listening, you should come out now.”

“Who?..”

Blue asked confused, not knowing who Nightmare was talking to.

Nightmare again reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring on a chain.

“You know what this is?”

“Uh...ya the ring...he got us each one, you know like a promise ring thing...hehe...he said he never did those kinds of things but for me he would make an exception.”

“Ok and so you know where this chain thing came from.”

“N-No I just thought he bought it somewhere.”

“He did, at the time he bought this stupid set of dog tags as a gag gift when I made him leader. Even though they were just meant to be a joke, he insisted that we don’t throw them away.”

“Ya...and?..”

“This is the other reason he gave us these things and maybe part of the reason he gave you that ring.”

“I...I still don’t follow”

“Hehe, Nightmare that is not even part of the reason I gave him that ring, it’s just a coincidence dumbass.”

A voice said from somewhere, Blue was even more confused so he asked-

“Huh? Who was that…”

“Well Blue who is one of the only monsters you know that has the confidence to call me a dumb ass.”

Blue thought and frankly there were now a lot, after Nightmare passed down the title the others slowly lost some of their respect for him. But still none of them would ever just come out and call him that...well not anymore…

“No…”

“Ok show yourself”

Nightmare said to seemingly no one, but still again a response came.

“Now look at who’s bossing me around.”

In a small flash of magic purple light….he was somehow back…

Blue was so surprised and started crying again as he said-

“W-What...D-Dust…”

“Ya...it’s me…”

“As you can see he is a ghost so you can’t touch-”

Nightmare was cut off by Blue jumping up and hugging Dust. Both Nightmare and Dust were surprised, but of course Dust was happy and hugged Blue back. Nightmare was still confused, saying-

“Wait what the hell…how are you…”

“I don’t know how he’s doing this…”

Dust said confused, Blue looked up at Dust still hugging him.

“You what?”

Blue said with tears still in his eyes. Dust sighed and smiled-

“Nothing Berry, this is...let’s just say it’s a pleasant surprise.~”

“Ok that’s enough of that, it looks like you’re fully here, at least in spirit.”

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blueneonlightshow-blog · 7 years

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In Your Dreams

"...What...?"

"What?" Star asked innocently with her arms behind her back. She tilted her head adorably as she stood in front of the Diaz household… or what's left of it.

A few pieces of rubble here and there, embers scattered on the lawn, a couple of walls still standing, and water spraying from where the bathrooms should be. "It's… not as bad as it looks?"

Marco wasn't sure if he should be mad, shocked, or laugh. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or having a heatstroke from the summer sun. Thinking back, he probably should've expected something like this to happen. After all, he did ask Star to watch the house for an entire week while he went to karate camp. An entire week... "How did this happen?"

"I was baking a cake."

"A cake…" Marco looked back at the house. "...Star, I understand that ovens can blow up, but it doesn't destroy an entire house!"

"I kind of forgot how to use it."

"But you bake brownies all the time."

"I was also a bit sick…"

"Sick? Well, are you feeling better-"

"Your parents should really hide that special soda someplace else."

"THAT'S WINE, STAR! I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN'T DRINK THAT!"

Star turned away, embarrassed at her actions. "Heheh… Yeah, you did…"

He glared at Star before letting out a sigh. "...Well at least you're okay… but the house!"

She looked back at the mess behind her. "Ummmm… I can fix this."

He hesitated, unsure if he should trust Star's spellcasting- wait, what is he talking about? The house was already destroyed. What could she possibly do that would cause more damage? "Just… don't make too many changes."

"Okay!" The princess turned and pointed her wand at the house. Without uttering a single word, a transparent pink beam enveloped the area, pulling back chunks of debris and infrastructure together to recreate the house. After several seconds, Star lowered her wand and smiled back at her friend. "All done!"

Marco stared in disbelief. "Wow… You actually did it. You're magic is getting better."

"I try my best."

"Good job, Star," he said as he dragged himself inside, carrying his luggage with him. The princess watched him walk in a zombie-like manner, exhausted from his intense week of training. The two entered through the door and saw that everything was perfectly back to normal. No chips, no cracks, no discoloration. She managed to replicate the house perfectly. Impressive… Marco yawned. "I'm gonna take a nap. I'll see you in a few hours." He headed upstairs, letting his duffle bag scrape against the brand new stairs.

Star frowned and leaned against the railing as she watched her friend slowly ascend with each step. "A nap? But… you promised we would go see that new movie about the thing and the person and the place!"

As vague as she sounded, Marco knew exactly the movie she was talking about. "I'm sorry, Star. It's just that I'm really tired and my entire body is aching. Do you think we could see it tomorrow?"

"But what about school?"

"Star, the last day of school was a week ago. Why do you think we haven't been there?"

She thought about it for a moment before finally understanding the concept of a summer vacation. "...Oooohhhhh… So that's how Earth school works…"

"Anyway, I promise we'll go tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Star frowned, but nodded. "Okay…"

"Aaannd I'll also make some of my super awesome nachos later."

She gasped, her eyes lighting up with joy. "Really!?"

"For the princess? Of course."

"Awwww thanks, Marco!" She smiled and twirled herself around, performing a curtsy to the boy. "I await your return!"

"Uuuuuuugggghhh…" Star moaned in boredom. Painful, torturous, agonizing boredom. She slumped on the couch, flicking through the channels, trying to find something to watch as she changed positions periodically. Eventually she found herself lying upside down with her head hanging off the edge and her legs over the couch. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Soooooo….. Booooorrrreeeed…" She looked at the time.

Five thirty-seven. Exactly seven minutes since Marco came back.

"Who knew seven minutes could get so boring…" She looked back at the TV, hoping something would catch her attention. Criminal shows, zombie shows, sports shows, kids shows… Sometimes she wished she never had dimensional scissors. She visited so many other exotic and exhilarating places, that these TV shows seem rather lackluster. That is unless Marco's there to watch with her, in which case, things were much more fun. She wasn't sure why though. Maybe it was because of Marco's enthusiasm for these shows. Or maybe she just simply enjoyed being around him. Regardless of the reason, he wasn't here which means the show is boring.

"Guess that's the end of this distraction," she muttered as she turned off the TV. "Marcoooo, sleep faster. I want to have fuuuunnnnn…" Maybe she could visit Father Time and skip forward a bit. Although, messing with time is never a good idea. Besides, she'd never hear the end of it from her parents… or Marco… Maybe she should also take a nap. Sleep the day away. Her dreams had to be more exciting than waiting around for Marco… wait, dreams…?

Star quickly sat up with a new, fun idea. "That's it! I'll just jump into his dream!"

She grabbed her wand and ran upstairs to Marco's room. Star quietly opened to door and peeked in, seeing Marco sleeping soundly on his bed. She tiptoed her way to the boy and pulled up a chair next to the bed. His chest slowly rose and fell as he rhythmically breathed in his sleep. He seemed so peaceful with his relaxed expression on his face. Like nothing could ever break his tranquility. Star giggled at the sight of how relaxed and calm he looked. "So cute." She pulled out her wand and tapped it to Marco's forehead. "I'm sorry for invading your privacy again, Marco," she whispered before chanting a spell, creating a glowing link between his head and the wand. She then tapped the wand against her own head and felt her eyes become heavier. Her head fell forward, landing next to Marco's side. She tried to keep her eyes open, but the sudden wave of fatigue was too much, forcing her into a deep sleep.

Star opened her eyes to find herself in the middle of a hallway. Blurred faces of people walking around with books in their hands, some looking as if they were conversing with each other, but all she heard was the generic babble of multiple people talking at once. It was impossible to ascertain what they were saying. It seemed like it was just background noise to fill in the gaps left in the dream. She explored a bit, recognizing the layout of the building she was in.

"C'mon Marco, school? You couldn't have dreamt of something more fun?" she muttered. "Marcooooo! Where are youuuuu?" She squeezed through the crowd of imaginary people blocking standing around. "Marcooooo!"

"...and that's why I didn't think we needed one."

"That's pretty crazy, if you ask me."

Star's ears perked at the sound of fully formed sentences. That must mean Marco is nearby! She quickly ran towards the voices, pushing through the crowd. As she made her way into a clearing, she saw Marco talking with… Tom?

"Yeah, totally. But I gotta hand it to you, Tom, those portals are pretty useful though."

The demon smiled. "That's why i'm the best."

Marco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, I'm gonna go meet up with Star. I'll catch you later!"

"Alright, don't have too much fun. Otherwise I'll burn you to a crisp."

"Still jealous, huh?"

Tom shrugged. "I'm just saying, you two seem to get along reeeaaaal well together. Not a fan of that."

Marco simply shook his head. "Will you get outta here?"

"Hmph. Fine. See ya, Marco." With that, the two went in separate directions, but the demon instantly vanished as soon as Marco turned around.

Star scratched her head with the wand, letting out a small grunt. "Tom's at our school, huh? Dreams are weird… Wait, Marco's going to meet me? Oohhh! I wanna see what the other me looks like!"

"What are you talking about, Star?'

"GAH!" Star jumped, spinning around and pointing her wand at the person behind her. "What- Marco?"

The boy smiled. "You sure are jumpy today."

"But- but- how did you- I just- you were…."

"You okay, Star? You're not going through another heat stroke, are you? I told you, it gets hot around here."

Star took a moment to collect herself. She let out a sigh and muttered, "Right, right, this is a dream… weird stuff happens in dreams…"

Marco tilted his head. "What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing…" Now what? She didn't actually expect Marco to come talk to her. She just wanted to watch what happens in his dreams, but now she's apart of it. Wait, does that mean she took the place of dream Star? Is dream Star still out there somewhere? Could she affect the dream just by thinking about things? "I wonder…"

"You're acting kind of strange…"

Well, since she has his attention, she might as well play along. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Hey, let's go on an adventure!"

"We can't just ditch school, Star."

"Psh, why not? Janna does it all the time."

"Janna is a bad influence on you."

"Says the 'misunderstood bad boy'," she teased, nudging his arm.

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Look, let's just go to class, alright?"

Star raised her finger, about to argue back, but the environment changed before she could say a word. She looked around at the familiar classroom that she dreaded so much. "Great. Now I'm bored in a dream."

"Star Butterfly?"

She looked at the front of the classroom to see Ms. Skullnick with a clipboard in her hands. "Uh… here?"

"Yes, I know you're here. Why aren't you at your seat?"

"Uhhhh…" Star looked around to see everyone staring at her. Rather than going to her usual spot, the princess smiled and shrugged. Time to make things a little more interesting. "That's a great question, Skullsy."

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd sit down, Star."

"But, how can I sit down… if there's a giant monster over there!" she exclaimed, pointing at the corner of the room. While nothing was there at the moment, Marco quickly turned around, and his subconscious filled the gaps, producing a large insect-like creature in the classroom. The kids began to scream and run out the door while Star pulled out her wand. "So that's how dreams work… Alright, Marco! Let's do this!"

"I-I don't know, Star! This one is kind of big for just me to handle!" he protested as the monster approached them.

"Psh, please, Marco. Your wand is just as powerful as mine."

"Wha- My wand?"

"Yeah, you know, the wand you always keep in your- uh... back pocket!"

Once again, the boy's subconscious filled the rest of the details in, creating a new wand in his pocket. He reached behind him and to his surprise felt the magical object in his hand. "What?" He held it in front of him. It wasn't all too different from Star's wand. The only thing that set it apart was the color scheme of red with white trimmings and a blue star in the middle. "Since when did I-"

"Narwhal blast!" The monster flew back against the wall. "You gonna stand there, Diaz, or are you gonna use that wand of yours?"

Marco seemed utterly confused, but went along with the situation. "Um… Narwhal blast?" The wand shot out a spell, the recoil making Marco fall back onto the ground. The spell hit the monster again, this time making the creature disappear from existence. "Woah!"

Star put her hands on her hips, smirking at her friend. "Not bad for a beginner."

"Thanks. I… learned it from you?" he questioned himself more than to Star. "Man, this is all so weird…"

"I know, right? Dreams make no sense."

"Dream?"

"Oh, don't worry about it." She took a look around the room. "Hm… looks like that monster scared everyone off… c'mon, let's see what else we can do around here now that you have your wand."

"Uh… alright…?" The two exited the classroom and walked down the hall through the crowd of people. "So, where are we going?"

"I don't know. That's up to you. I just want to see what we can do in this place!"

"But we've been going to school for an entire year, now. I'm pretty sure you know what goes on around here."

Star giggled at his cluelessness and pat his head. "Oh, Marco. I'm only beginning to learn what we can do. Liiiike…." she looked at the empty space behind Marco and gasped. "Wow! Look at that magical lightning bug behind you!"

The boy turned around and the once empty space now had a small, flickering bug with glitter flaking off of it as it floated by. "Aw, hey little guy."

"Heh. Yeah, I've seen these things on Mewni before. They're pretty rare. They, uh… they… give you the most delicious food ever!"

"Really?" Marco held out his hand and just as Star expected, the bug produced a hamburger from thin air. He took a bite of the sandwich, making his eyes widen. "This… is… amazing!"

"I know, right?" Now that she was getting a grasp on how to manipulate Marco's dream, she wanted to see what else she could mess around with. "So where's your Glossaryck?"

Marco tilted his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You've got a wand. That must mean you also have a spellbook. And that means you have your own Glossaryck, right?"

"Uhhh... I... don't know. I have my own Glossaryck?"

"Sure! You uh… showed me, remember? She was pretty cool." Star hoped that the information would be enough for Marco to imagine another being.

"Um- yeah! I think I do remember! I'm sure she's nearby somewhere…"

Star pointed at nothing behind the boy again. "Look! There she is!"

He turned around and discovered a magical being floating behind him. She was just as small as Glossaryck, but her skin was pale white with black tattoos over her green eyes. She had a scheme of black and white robes. Instead of a gem on her forehead, she carried a black and white staff with a green crystal on top. She approached the two and huffed. "You know, I look away for one second, expecting everything to be all calm and orderly, but nooooo. I come back and see everyone in a panic. Great job, Marco. The hero of the day award goes to you."

"Hey, at least we stopped that monster- ow!" The little fairy creature thing hit his head with her staff. He rubbed his head and glared at the small being. "What was that for?"

"For being irresponsible, that's what. You let a monster sneak up behind you and you didn't even use the spell I taught you. What's the point of me teaching you how to use your wand if you never use it? I mean, really Marco. You- Oh, hi Star!" Her expression changed immediately from annoyed to joyful at the sight of the princess.

"Oh, heyyyy... you…" Star said in hopes not to offend the magical being.

"You don't remember my name, do you?"

"No no no no, I remember your name! Your name is… um… yeah, I don't know. I'm sorry."

The small woman pouted. "Hmph. No one ever remembers me. Just because Glossaryck gets the spotlight all the time doesn't mean I'm any less important."

Marco approached her, attempting to cheer her up. "Don't worry. I remember your name, Indexia."

"Indexia?" Star repeated to herself.

The fairy crossed her arms and turned away. "Yeah, but you're supposed to remember my name, num-nuts. I'd be even more disappointed if you forgot."

Marco rolled his eyes. "Gee, sorry for being nice."

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you're lucky to have Star around. She saved your butt."

"I could've taken care of myself!"

"Suuuure you could. That's why you need me to teach you magic, right?"

"Yeah, definitely. And you're a great teacher, by the way," he said with just as much sarcasm as he flicked the fairy away.

Indexia growled at the boy's action. She flew up to Marco shoulder and zapped him using her staff. "Why thank you, my grateful student." The two were face to face as they glared at each other.

Star smiled at the their interaction. Indexia was certainly no Glossaryck, but she was just as interesting as the little man. "You two sure are great friends, aren't you?"

"Yeah, the best," Marco muttered. "You can tell by her sarcasm."

Indexia flew up and sat on Marco's head. "Well you know what they say, boy. Sarcasm is the best form of friendship, and friendship is magical. So that means sarcasm is magical."

"Then you must be the most powerful magical being in the universe."

The fairy poked his head with the bottom of her staff. "As a matter of fact, I am. I rival Glossaryck, after all."

"You definitely beat him in terms of annoyance."

"What did you say?"

"I said you're just a joy to have around."

Star couldn't help but giggle at their banter. Marco definitely has an interesting mind with his creative imagination. This place is proving to be a lot of fun for the princess with the dream manipulation and everything. Maybe even comparable to the Bounce Lounge… alright, maybe just a little less fun than the Bounce Lounge. Nothing beats the Bounce Lounge.

Star stretched her body, feeling a new wave of fatigue wash over her. "Alright, well, I think I've seen enough for one night. Pretty cool stuff you got here, Marco. Maybe next time, don't start us off at school."

"Star, you're not making much sense today. The sun's still out. And what do you mean by 'don't start us off at-'"

"Oh, silly Marco. Don't worry. You'll probably forget everything that happened here. Buuuut at least I got to meet little Indexia here, heehee~" she patted Indexia, making the fairy giggle.

"I don't know where you're going, princess, but be back soon. I can only take so much of this boy's simple thinking."

Marco picked the fairy off his head and gave her an annoyed look. "I'm sorry, who are you? I can't remember. Oh, that's right, no one does."

"Well played, human."

Star pulled out her wand and waved. "Bye guys! I'll see you tomorrow night!" Before they could say their goodbyes, Star tapped her head with the wand and watched as the environment faded to darkness. She felt herself be pulled back into her own mind and the sounds of Marco and Indexia bickering became muffled until all was silent and dark.

Marco entered the kitchen, letting out a yawn followed by a stretch. He saw Star in her pajamas happily eating a bowl of cereal. "Morning, Star."

"Good morning, Marco~" she sang as she took another bite.

The boy grabbed a bowl and took a seat next to Star, pouring his breakfast out. "Man, I had a weird dream last night. You were there, a monster showed up, I think Glossaryck was a girl or something…"

Star laughed. "I don't know, Marco. That sounds like something that happens, like, every other day."

"Maybe… Oh, and I think I borrowed your wand? And Glossaryck was pretty annoying in that dream… well, he's kind of annoying all the time... actually you're right. It does sound like every other day."

'Aw. Poor Indexia. I guess no one really does remember her.' Star shrugged. "Sounds to me like someone's jealous of me~"

Marco raised an eyebrow. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Monsters showed up? Glossaryck was there? You had my wand? I may not know about psychology like you do, but that sounds like a case of jealousy. And that's just adorable~"

"Trust me, you bring enough excitement in my life. I don't need a magic wand to make things more crazy."

"Awww someone's in denial~"

Marco scoffed. "In your dreams."

Star smiled. "Well… more like in your dreams."

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