THIS JUNE
[wip introduction]
(originally known as the project Nothing in Particular and Everything)
start date: february 2021
stage: 4th draft
pov: first person, past tense
tags: #nip: inspo, #nothing in particular and everything, #this june, #this june inspo
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Story
Ray's friends are finally back home from college. But in the seaside town where they grew up, everything has changed. Madison is always distracted by work and her controlling parents. She's dating Oliver. Oliver doesn't know what he wants to do with his life anymore, but he knows he can't stay in Point Blink. Lonan has made a new home for himself in the city with his boyfriend, so nobody is quite sure what he plans to do next.
June in Point Blink isn't turning out as perfect as Ray planned.
Judith just moved to Point Blink.
A somewhat disastrous pair, Ray and Judith fall victim to an act of arson on a mysterious landmark in the woods. Whilst the girls uncover the identity of the arsonist on a dusty old camera, they develop a strong bond with one another and a connection to their mental health neither of them had before. However, as Ray gets closer to saving herself, she digs up damaging truths about her closest friends that threaten to tear the five of them - and Point Blink - apart.
Characters
Ray – 20, a somewhat optimistic college student who misses her friends but will do anything to keep them together. spends most of her time in alone her bedroom or in the woods with a camera.
Judith – 19, the energetic new girl in town with an enigmatic background and a savior complex. used to live with her brother but decidedly does not anymore.
Lonan – 20, Ray’s best friend who loves his friends dearly but struggles to put himself and his art first. struggling to live with past decisions while navigating a new relationship.
Madison – 20, hates the idea of college and is very set in her ways, which can be detrimental to her friendships. works at a local coffeehouse.
Oliver – 19, the last person to join the friend group; the first person to leave. known for his boastful grades and sour humor.
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short 800 word comfort fic for morket (yes that is the title)
morgen is feeling sad and her best friend that is definitely not in love with her comes to cheer her up. there is no plot in this, i just wanted to give writing a try again. be ready for a lot of try-hard descriptions and silly dialogue
Messy piano notes scattered themselves across the spaceship's walls. A tentative of a song. The first few notes were being repeated over and over, by increasingly frustrated fingertips. A loud, unmusical bang, implying that someone had given up and tried to play the damn thing with their entire face ended the performance. The raccoon lifted his eyes from the upcoming invention laying before him and looked in the direction of a certain room. The room from which the music had just stopped playing. He shook his head and stood up from the floor, then he walked towards the room to check on the distressed piano player.
-Ya' alright? he opened the door slightly and only leaned his head inside the room.
The sight of the Zteamer girl laying on the floor face first, next to her keyboard prompted him to actually enter. He sat next to her and comfortingly put his paw on her hair.
-Morgs, are you alive? What's the matter?
As she mumbled indiscernable words and sighed, the raccoon gave the room an in-depth look. His worry was aggravated by the whole mess that it had become. Morgen hadn't left her room for days and her clothes could be found laying anywhere except her closet. A half finished painting of a swallowtail butterly was tucked under her bed, next to a dirty cup that he assumed had paint water in it. He learned his lesson long ago to not drink anything out of cups left in Morgen's room.
-Nooooo… Leave me…Leave me rooot… she complained as she got up with R.ocket's help. She looked at him with shiny eyes and frowned. You should be thankful for all the Morgen-free time. When I'm not bothering you.
-Come on, Spots, this place looks like crap. You look like crap! Make an effort for me, will ya'? Get up.
Morgen seemed to protest but her words were muffled by the floor she was laying on. Before she could react, she felt a pair of tiny arms trying to lift her up.
-It's just…those thoughts again. I've never had this many thoughts when I was on Zteamer. Is there any way to make it stop?
-I'd rather have you bother me than be this miserable. And your playing sucks too, when you're sad. It's driving me crazy. Will you tell me what's on your mind? Please?
Morgen sat on the side of her bed, her head on her knees. Her gaze indicated that she'd want R.ocket to sit beside her and he complied.
-Don't know how to tell you this, Spots; once you start thinkin', you never stop. Kind of like becoming conscious of your surroundings as a kid. I guess for you it came later.
-Sorry, not an option. Unless you scoop your brain out, I suppose.
-The conscience? How do I get rid of it?
R.ocket didn't know if it was appropriate to laugh at her question. It was ridiculous, really, but she was so serious about it.
-My equivalent…
-Yeah, yeah, your equivalent of a brain. Are you plannin' to clean up this equivalent of a mess though? It's starting to look like Q.uill's in here.
-You little brat! she pretended to be upset and bumped his shoulder gently with her fist. I will clean it up. I'm just…too upset right now.
-Will it help if I keep you some company? I haven't seen your dumb little face in days. I really should fix those - he said, pointing to the cracks under her eyes.
-I wouldn't want to distract you from your work.
-Hilarious, I know.
-Too late for that. Come here.
He opened his arms and smiled. Morgen's eyes lit up and she wrapped her own arms around him, laying her head on his shoulder. He awkwardly pat her on the back and ran his paw through her hair, trying to brush it to neatness. She almost never let her hair become that tangled. Seeing that he did not make any progress, he stretched his arm towards a lonely hairbrush and grabbed it. He untied her messy ponytail and patiently brushed Morgen's dark brown curls. She couldnt help but giggle at his affection and care.
-There. Still, you should wash it. Really wouldn't want you to ruin it. It's, uhm, nice.
-I'm not laughing at you, Rocky. I'm…happy. You are a sweetheart.
He ignored her remark and kept brushing her hair. He was no hairstylist, but he was aware of the importance of Morgen's hair to her. His care was obvious. He tied the end of her strands into two uneven braids, with ribbons laying on the nearby nightstand. R.ocket took a step back to look at the final result and noded his head.
-It's whatever. Careful on the whiskers. They're sensitive to idiots.
-Thank you, my dear. You did such a great job.
Morgen placed her hand on his cheek and nuzzled her face into his snout. He backed off for a second, but then reluctantly let her express her thanks for him.
-They're cute.
-Pick up your mess. Ain't those clothes more expensive than the entire ship?
-I love you, R.ocket.
-Me too.
-That's dodging the question…
R.ocket looked into Morgen's starry eyes then back at the floor. He did not want to admit it, but he missed that sparkle.
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... :3
I don't even know where to start about this, but I want to share with you my most developed and I think biggest au =v=
So, it's a rewrite of many people in tpom favourite episode (myself included) => "Return of the revenge of Doctor Blowhole"
It's... oh my, kinda weird to explain without spoiling anything.
In this story Skipper in Shanghai wasn't "left" to die by Blowhole after erasing his memory. He is taken with them and told that he "works" with them, but penguins caused his memory loss.
Penguins don't know what exactly happened to Skipper in Shanghai, so they try to find him for three weeks. BUT SUDENLY, xd, he and Hans shows up and kidnap them :3
I think that's all I can say... for now. Although I'm planning to turn it into a comics named: "Forgotten" ("Zapomnieni" po polsku). It also connects with all of my "human.au" headcanons (so yes, Maryś will be present there... at least at the beginning)
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