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heesbaby · 2 months
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AFTER HOURS; JAKE SIM
TRACK 14; 3rd grade spelling bee
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authors note! hi hi i'm back!! sorry for no update yesterday, i was just exhausted at that point tbh,,,, but i hope this chap makes up for it! i love this chap sm :( it's half smau half written so don't miss that!! anyway ilyasm enjoy! reblogs n feedback super appreciated, tysm for all the love 🤍
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The moment your phone started ringing you picked up the call, knowing Jake only had a few minutes maximum and you didn’t want to waste that time. 
“Hey,” you said the second the call connected. “Jake? Are you ok?”
“Fuck I don’t know,” he sighed over the phone. He was still outside the venue, back pressed to the cool metal of the door. “My heart is racing, I don’t even know why.”
“It’s fine to be nervous Jake, it’s not necessarily a bad thing,” you soothed, voice softer than it had ever been when you had spoken to Jake those few times. 
“I know but I feel like I’m going to throw up, I can’t do this YN,” his voice cracked a little when he said your name and for some reason your heart broke too. 
You hardly really knew Jake, when you really thought about it, you’d only moved in a few weeks prior and had only been talking for a brief period of that time. But you still felt like you cared for him, or at least you cared for him in that moment. It felt strange, you wanted to be there for him even when less than two weeks ago you thought he was the worst person on earth. 
“You can do it Jake,” you stressed, leaning back when you were sat on your couch as your tv played in the background on mute. The Late Late Show was on, you saw a caption advertising AFTERHOURS and you realise Jake had five minutes to get himself on stage. And he was spending those five minutes with you. “You’ve done it before, you’ve practiced hard, and in a few minutes it will all be over.”
“But what if I fuck it up? What if I freeze up and can’t do anything?” Jake bit down on his bottom lip hard, hiding the worry in his voice as best as he could. He knew you could see right through it though. 
“Who cares if you do?” You said, “if you mess up then no one is going to be angry, your fans will understand and the others will help you through it. How many times have the others messed up and you have helped to cover their mistakes?”
“I guess you’re right,” he tried to calm his breathing but a few gasps left his lips. “Shit, I can’t get my heart to stop pounding.”
Your own heart sank a little, you wanted to be there with him to help him calm down even though you knew it would be too soon. Something about Jake drew you to him though, he was part of your life now whether you wanted that to happen or not. 
“Take a few breaths, ok? You’ve got this and you’re going to do amazing,” you said quietly. He had three minutes and you knew the other boys would be looking for him and worrying about him. 
Jake did as you said, breathing heavily over the phone as he closed his eyes. The fresh outside air was helping him, the three cigarettes he’d chain smoked in desperation finally starting to have their calming effect. 
“Ok,” he breathed out. “Ok I’ve got this, fuck I’m sorry darling I don’t know why I needed to call you but I somehow knew that talking to you would help.”
“Don’t apologise Jake,” why was there a smile on your lips at his words? “I’m glad you’re feeling a little calmer.”
“I am,” he pulled his phone away from his ear to look at the time and saw a flood of messages from the rest of the group. Jungwon had tried calling him a few times too. “Fuck, I need to go, like now. Jungwon is going to kill me if I’m late.”
He kept his phone pressed to his ear as he entered the building again, rushing to the dressing room. Jungwon and Sunoo were frantic as they got the others ready, Niki doing some touch ups to their makeup. There was so many people around that he felt claustrophobic, his breathing tight once again until he hard you say ‘it’s ok’ to him a few times over the phone. Sunoo caught sight of Jake, rushing over to him quickly and fussing with his hair. 
“Fucking hell Jake, talk about cutting it thin,” Sunoo sighed. You could hear this all happening over the phone but you didn’t want to hang up, you wanted to be there if Jake needed you. 
“I know I know, I’m here now,” Jake mumbled, brushing off Sunoo’s hands. His phone was kept between his ear and his shoulder as he fumbled around with his bass guitar. 
“ONE MINUTE!” A staff member shouted into the dressing rooms, ushering the boys around and barking out instructions. You could hear Jake’s breathing quicken again and you called out to him. 
“You’ll be fine Jake, you’ve practiced so hard for this exact moment,” you heard him hum in response. “Go out there and do your best, ok? I’ll have to hang up now so you can focus on doing your best.”
“You’ll be watching right?” Jake asked, holding his bass with one hand and his phone with the other. They were being walked to the stage, the others excitedly buzzing but giving Jake a few concerned glances as he stayed glued to his phone. They knew he was nervous, but they didn’t want to push him too hard in the fear he would crack. Niki hadn’t even had time to check Jake’s outfit, he was missing one necklace but he looked fine. They’d gone for lots of chains and leather for their look this time, adopting a more grunge style compared to their old ‘boy next door’ look. 
“Of course I’ll be watching,” you replied. “I wouldn’t miss it Jake.”
He smiled, you couldn’t see it but his body relaxed a little. If he knew you were there on the other side of the screen, he could feel more relaxed in knowing that he was performing for you. 
“Thanks darling,” Niki gave him a glare to tell him it was time to hang up. “I really have to go now, I’ll take to you later? Or tomorrow maybe?”
“Whenever you want Jake, just focus on yourself right now, ok? I’ll be cheering you on!”
“Thank you,” twenty seconds. “Speak later YN, I appreciate this so much.”
He was hanging up his phone and tucking it into his jeans before you had a chance to reply. The bright lights of the stage blinding him when he heard cheers, the host announcing their names as Jay led the group out and into the moment Jake had been dreading most. 
He cast his eyes downwards, finding his spot at his mic stand and getting his bass plugged in ready. Jay waited for a nod of approval from them all, Jake glancing up quickly and wincing at the lights beaming down on them. He couldn’t even see the studio audience, that was probably a positive when he thought about it. 
“What’s up Late Late Show!” Jay shouted into his mic, cheers being heard back immediately which made a smile spread across all of their lips. Jake tried his best to join in but his nerves were bubbling up again, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “We’re AFTERHOURS, we’ve been so excited to get back on stage to play for you all! This is a song from our first full album, it’s called ‘But Sometimes’! Sing along if you know it!”
Sunghoon counted them in, the sound of his drumsticks hitting against each other setting the tempo, and Jake went into auto pilot. His fingers danced across the bass perfectly, playing the song just as he’d practice time and time again. 
But the only thing he thought about as he glanced up into the camera for the first time, was the fact that you were the only person he was really performing for in that moment. And he couldn’t help but stumble on his words. 
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kaciebello · 15 days
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Us before you and me
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Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem)
Summary: Luke and the readers’ relationship before they became a couple. Luke is an absolute loser when it comes to crushes.
Warning: no use of y/n, luke is a total looser
author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (T▽T)
word count: 1,3k
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Luke Castellan was 14 when he came to the camp, and he was sad. Not only did he just lose a friend that turned into a tree, but he had to pretend to like his dad. Now that he was 15, his mind was somewhere else, his friends to be exact. He tried to make friends with everyone. But these two in the Hermies cabin just caught his eyes. They argued all the time it was almost unbearable, and yet they refused to sleep anywhere but next to each other. It has been a few months since they got here, and somehow their banter has extended to him.
So now that he and Chris were watching the Aphrodite girlies, he had turned him out. He was talking about something Luke did not care about. He only started to pay attention when he slapped him. Luke gave him a confused look.
“You're not even looking man,” Cris says.
“Because it's creepy!” Luke argues back. It was creepy, they disguised themself as resting campers next to the Aphrodite cabin. To him, and everyone else, it looked like Cris just discovered what a woman is. Granted, they just turned 15, so he is certain with that. Luke couldn't bring himself to care. When he thought about girls only one face came to his mind, and he was not about to confess that to his friend.
“Don't you see them! They look good!” Chri says back. 
“I like someone already.” Chris looks at him with a deadpaned look. Absolute silence. Maybe Luke really should not have said anything. According to Chris, Luke could have anyone in the camp. Even crowing him as the heartthrob of the camp.  Luke tried to move on as fast as he could from this conversation, however, Chris's attention was sparked, and would not let go of the conversation.
They kept going back and forth and none of them noticed a familiar girl come their way.
“ Stop spying on the aphrodite cabin like they are some prey!” She says, effectively tearing them out of their argument.
“ Prey?? What are we? Animas?” Luke was quick to defend himself. He didn't even want to be here.
“ Not you, you raging virgin,”  Chris says and gives him a side-eye. The girl just rolls her eyes. 
“I'm not a virgin!” Luke's voice cracked, not something he wanted to happen while defending his honor. His eyes snap to the girl, hoping that she would believe him. But she looked like she wouldn't even believe he had hair on his head. Luke signs defeat. There is no winning in this. He just has to come to terms with the fact that his crush thinks he's a total loser.
When Luke turned 16 he realized he wanted to look ripped. And he wanted to do you to get girls, well a specific one but he will not say that aloud. He will tell you he just wants to be a better hero with glory and all that. However Luke was 16, and he had no better idea than to practice in front of his crush.
He was nervous. Sweating. He couldn't tell if it was from the sword fighting or her. She was just sitting down and looking at him. His heart was beating way too fast for his liking. So he was very glad when his opponent called it quits and he could rest.
He went and sat down next to the girl. She smiled and handed him a towel and cold water. He rolled his sleeves up his shoulders to feel some of the cold air. The girl had to do a double-take at him. He could see her in the corner of his eye looking at him. He flexed his arms just a little.
“ Exposing your biceps like that? What a slut.” She says. His eyes widen for a second before he composes himself. He turns to her with a smirk on his face.
“ You like that don't you.”  That stopped her in the tracks. He could practically see the clogs turn in her head.
“Maybe I do.” She says, her eyes fixated on his arms. Luke went red and looked away. He could feel her arm on him as she studied his mussels. He let her arm wander, they were seemingly in their world.  Her arms slip to his chest. He looked down and then back to her.
“ I know my pecs are big but can you stop objectifying me?” The girl stopped in her tracks and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Nah.” With that, she just continued to feel him up. He just let her.
Luke was 17 when one of his closest friends was claimed by Hades and had to move out of the cabin into a small room above the medical storage unit. He helped her move the stuff, not that she had much but still. When he walked into the room he saw her standing with Chris, who upon seeing him gave him a smirk. Luke sat the bag down and turned around to see Crish walking out giving him a wink.
Luke turned to the girl with a confused look. She just shrugged and thanked him for bringing the bag. He could feel the tension in the air. Luke looked around the room. It wasn't big, but it was something, and first and foremost it was private. Not something he could say about his bed. He looked at the girl again. She was not sporting a black camp shirt instead of an orange one. Fitting for a Hades kid. 
When his eyes got to her face his heart jumped to her throat for a bit. She was looking at him with a sheepish smile. 
“So Chris said-” Right then and there he knew. He knew his friend had said something he shouldn't.
“Don't believe Chris !” He yelped and grabbed her hand. Silently he begged her to forget whatever the boy told her. She raised her eyebrows at him.
“ So you don't get a major ‘love boner’ every time you see me?” A whine lest Luke's lips.
“Why did he have to put it like that.” He says his voice high-pitched. The girl just let out a laugh.
Luke was 18 when he confessed. He was 18 when she confessed back. And he was 18 when he kissed his crush of 4 years.  He was 18 now lying in the Hermes cabin looking at the ceiling dreamingly. He could only remember what her hands and lips felt on him. The other 3 boys were taking none of that.
“He's a mess. Like mess mess.” Says Connor looking at his counselor with a weird look, before turning to his twin who wore a similar expression.
“ Mess in distress but still the best dressed?” Answered Travis. He has been cursed by one of the Apollo kids to say things that rhyme but not really.  It's been going on for a week now with no sign of going away.
“He's definitely not blessed dresses, I can tell you that.” Says Chris sitting at the foot of Luke's bed cleaning his nails.
Lukes wasn't paying them attention. He finally achieved what he wanted since 15.  He could handle the teasing if it meant he could sneak into her room after calling lights out. One of the twins poked him in the ribs but he just swatted them away.
He could hear them say he was gone, but the only thing he could think about was his girlfriend. 
It was a year later when he was 19 and risked everything.
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drabbles-mc · 1 year
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I Said I'm Fine
JJ Maybank x F!Reader
For Day 14 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: false smile / holding back tears / "I said I'm fine"
Warnings: 18+, language, angst
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: I've been wanting to write for JJ again for a while now and these prompts just seemed to good to pass up for him. Hope you enjoy!
OBX Taglist: @garbinge @passionatewrites (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
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The pogues all getting back to the Outer Banks was the biggest news on the island since they’d all gone missing. It was funny to you how much people had switched up about them once they were missing. People that you knew for a fact had never said a kind word to any of them were suddenly saying how worried they were, how they hoped that they were all okay wherever they were. It was all bullshit, and you knew it, but it wasn’t worth fighting with them over.
You almost wished that any of it had been sincere, because at least then it wouldn’t have felt like you were suffering alone. But, as it stood, you had no one. The more time that went by, the less people even pretended to care, and the more alone you felt.
But then they all came home.
There was nothing else in your life that could’ve compared to the feeling of relief that came when you found out that it was true, that they really were all back on the island. All of those weeks with absolutely no news, and now you were going to be able to see them all again. It felt like your heart was going to leap clean out of your chest.
You didn’t really know what you expected, but when you stopped by the chateau to see everyone, the only person that you saw there was John B. It made sense that everyone would’ve gone off in their different directions, but part of you was hoping that you would be able to see them all together before they split off.
It didn’t stop you from hugging John B tight enough to you to risk cracking his ribs. “I’m so glad you guys are okay,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.
He laughed but you could hear the heaviness in it as he said, “Yea, me too.”
Pulling back, you quickly wiped the tears from your face. “Where…where is everyone?”
He shook his head, looking as bewildered as you felt. He didn’t know what else to do besides shrug. “Not sure. I think that everyone went…went home. Sarah went to get some stuff from Tannyhill but then she’ll be back here.”
“What about JJ?”
John B shrugged again. “He didn’t say where he was going exactly. Just figured he was going back to his house.”
Your heart sank at that. His house. His house that you knew for a fact was now taped off and slated to be seized by the bank. His house that he had been dying to get out of for years before all of this, and now it was only going to be worse.
Trying to get your feelings under control, you nodded. “Right. I’m, um, I’m gonna go see if I can catch up with him. I’ll try to track down Pope and Kie tomorrow.”
John B nodded. “Sure thing.”
Pulling him into another hug, you told him, “I’m so fucking glad you guys are home.”
He eased into the hug, squeezing you back for a moment. “Thank you.”
Without wasting another minute, you took off from the chateau back to your car and started towards JJ’s. You’d been stopping there on your rounds while everyone had been gone. You’d been stopping by the chateau too, on the off chance that they all appeared again and were just trying to lay low like the last time they dropped off the radar.
Practically jumping out of your car, you started making your way towards the front door. You saw the tape across it, but you also saw the way that the front door had been opened anyway. A heaviness settled in your chest as you realized that JJ had to come home after so many weeks away, to this. You’d been spending all of those weeks alone, but JJ had to come back to loneliness. That was an entirely different kind of pain.
Letting yourself in the house, you called out for him. “JJ?”
There was the sound of something clattering to the ground followed by the heavy footsteps that let you know that while a lot of things might have changed, JJ still hadn’t lost his boots. Any of the comfort that you found in that realization, however, was lost when JJ emerged from where his bedroom used to be. The lost look on his face broke your heart, but what made it worse was the fact that he tried to paint a smile on over it as he said your name.
“What’re you doing here?”
You wanted to step in closer to him, but it felt like your feet were glued to the floor. “I just, um, I wanted to come and see you.”
He held his arms out, the fake smile growing sadder by the second. “Here I am.”
Something about the sadness in his face got your feet to finally cooperate with the rest of you. Crossing the room in what felt like two long strides, you landed yourself right in front of him. “I missed you.”
“I—” his sentence was cut short for a moment as you wrapped him up in a hug. He settled into it, but you could feel the way that he was beginning to shake as he said, “I missed you too.”
The two of you stood like that for a long time, wrapped up in the middle of the dirty living room of Luke’s abandoned house. You were making up for lost time, all the days and nights that you’d spent worrying about him, about all of them. Every day that went by it felt less and less likely that you’d ever get the chance to hug JJ like this again. But he was here now, and you didn’t want to let him go.
JJ, on the other hand, was holding you tight in the hopes that if he held you tight enough, held you long enough, that the world around him would somehow change. As long as your arms were squeezing around his middle, and his eyes were shut tight as he buried his face into your shoulder, the sad reality of all that he had to come back to on the island wasn’t something that he had to deal with.
You could feel it as he started to shake more, could feel how he was trying desperately to hold back his tears. Running your hand up and down his back, you said, “You can talk to me, you know.”
That snapped him out of the sad but wishful state that he’d been in. Pulling away from you, he sniffled and shook his head, trying to blink his tears back into submission. “Talk? What’s,” he forced a laugh, “what’s there to talk about?”
“JJ—”
“No, no,” he waved you off, taking a step back, “I’m fine. Really. Why,” he let out a sad laugh as he held his arms out, gesturing to the room around you, “why wouldn’t I be good? I’m home! All those weeks away and I’m finally fucking home!”
You felt your bottom lip starting to quiver. “I’m sorry.”
Heat crept up the back of his neck—he could feel the anger threatening to roll over him. It wasn’t about you. None of this was your fault. But the longer he stood there, looking at you and the sad, sympathetic look in your eyes, the more he felt like he was going to take it out on you anyway. It wasn’t fair. But nothing about any of this really was.
“What do you have to be sorry for? I said I’m fine. I’m back,” he kicked an empty beer can to the side, “back in paradise.”
You knew that there was nothing to say that was going to soothe the pain he was feeling. Everyone else was coming home to things that were theirs, coming home to families of some kind. But not him. He had an empty, foreclosed house and that was it. John B had the chateau, Sarah had John B, Kiara had her parents, and Pope had his. Everyone had someone to lean on, something that was waiting to welcome them home. JJ had you, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t what he was looking for.
“You don’t gotta stay,” he said after a long stretch of silence. “I’m all good here, if you couldn’t tell.”
“I want to stay,” you told him, hoping to make him realize that he wasn’t as alone as he felt.
He scoffed. “No one wants to stay here. I don’t want to stay here, that’s for damn sure. Luke didn’t wanna stay here either! Hell, I didn’t even want to come back at all!”
The tears that were lingering at the edges of your eyes finally started to spill over. “JJ…”
“No, no,” he waved you off, “don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that, say my name like that.”
“I’m not—”
“What are you even doing here, anyway?”
Wiping at the tears on your face, you asked, “Is it not obvious?” You could tell by the look on his face when he opened his mouth that he was going to have another sarcastic comment for you, so you cut him off before he could start. “I’ve been worried sick about you for well over a month, JJ. You were missing. I, I was worried that you were dead.”
“Well,” he threw his hands up, “I’m not. I’m good. So you can—”
“You’re not good, JJ! Stop saying that!” You took a step towards him, erasing the distance that he’d tried to put there. “You’re not good. Nothing…nothing about this situation is good. I, I get that.”
You didn’t get it fully. But you were at least in a place where you could see it more than anyone else had been capable of. That’s why you were standing there with him while everyone else was gone. You were expecting JJ to throw it back in your face, though, the way that you couldn’t possibly understand it all. You braced yourself for a tirade, but it never came. The anger that was beginning to flood his eyes slowly started to drain, the sadness and loss creeping back in its stead. You saw the way he tried to keep his tears at bay as he shook his head at you, trying to figure out what to say next.
All you wanted to do was pull him out of that god forsaken house and never let him go back. Your mind was already racing, trying to come up with a plan for it all. But you also knew that the best plan in the world wasn’t going to matter if JJ didn’t agree to it. It all hinged on him being willing to let his guard down, let someone help.
“Please come stay with me,” you finally said.
He froze, clearly not expecting that to be the next thing you said. “What?”
“Come stay with me. At least for a little while, until we figure out what to do next.”
He shook his head. “No, no I can’t…you’re just…no. I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
He stepped back and started to pace. “Just because you feel bad, doesn’t mean—”
“This is just as much for me as it is for you,” you said, cutting him off.
It wasn’t a lie, either. You didn’t want JJ to be squatting in Luke’s house for a multitude of reasons. You knew that nothing good was going to come of that. However, you would’ve been lying if you tried to say that convincing him to stay with you and your family didn’t have some selfish ulterior motives to it. All those weeks of not knowing where he was, it would be nice to know that he was just down the hall.
He could see the sincerity in your eyes. Part of him knew that he wasn’t going to end up winning this argument, but another part of him wasn’t going to let him give in without a fight.
“What about your parents?”
You laughed and shook your head, wiping at the tears on your face. “I’ve been telling you for years, JJ, my parents actually like you.”
He never believed it when you said it. You didn’t exactly blame him—most people on the island didn’t like JJ simply because they knew his last name. That, and he had a hard time not feeding into the animosity of it all once he found out that people didn’t particularly trust him. But your parents hadn’t ever treated him poorly, hadn’t ever made him feel less-than. You knew that some of it came from pity, but it was better than them treating him poorly.
It'd been a long enough stretch of silence to allow him to think when you finally spoke up again. “Please?”
He hesitated for another moment longer, but then gave in with a nod. “Okay.” He wiped at the tears on his face. “Just, just until I figure out something else.”
Relief flooded through you as you nodded. “Of course.”
Stepping in, JJ wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, finally allowing himself to fall apart for a moment. “Thank you.”
You held him tight. “Of course.” Hooking your chin over his shoulder, you let your hand trail up and down his back. “I love you, you know.”
You felt the way he nodded as he kept you clung close to him. “I know.” He let out a sigh of relief. “I love you too.”
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sunniedesi · 1 month
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Future Diary Radio TL
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Here’s the (long time coming) update on the Future Diary Radio CDs! I’m sorry it took so long to finish this project, as always, school has me on a chokehold, but I’m glad to say the translations are finally done! In case you missed the original post, the Future Diary Radio CDs are an obscure piece of media from Future Diary that include commentary from some of the show’s voice actors, regarding their experiences voicing the characters and opinions about the series. You can now find the three tracks with the translated subtitles on my Youtube channel (daisynilla) or on the links down below. Special thanks to @iwanpepsu, @syrpai and @the-chosen-blood-teller for helping me gather the tracks from the radio CDs.
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And on a semi-related note, I also wanted to use this post to comment on a couple of things that came up while doing research for this project.
1. In all of the three Radio CDs, the voice actors mention something about a live concert that happened at Shibuya AX on July 29th. I'm not sure how well-known this concert and the music featured in it are among the fandom, but given how much it is talked about in the radio CDs (and how much information I gathered on it incidentally), I figure I should make a separate post dedicated to that. Especially because of… this: 
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2. On one of the Radio CDs, there was a mention of the DVD cast commentaries done by the Japanese voice actors. I don't own the DVD, but I was accidentally sent the audio for these Japanese cast commentaries in response to my last post about the Radio CDs. For my sanity’s sake, I’m not translating this, (I feel like the radio CDs are a good enough stand-in for the cast commentaries) but given its mention, I wanted to provide some of the context surrounding it. Like your regular cast commentaries on any DVD’s bonus features, the voice actors share their comments of the show as they watch the episodes. The order of the voice actors featured in each episode goes as follows:
Episodes 1-2: feature commentary from Misuzu Togashi (Yukki’s VA) and Tomosa Murata (Yuno’s VA).
Episodes 3-5: Aizawa Mai (Minene’s VA, ps her voice is so high it caught me off guard), Kawahara Yoshihisa (12th’s VA) and Sendai Eri (Tsubaki’s VA).
Episodes 6-8: Sanada Asami (Reisuke’s VA) and Mizuhara Kaoru (Rea’s VA).
Episodes 9-11: Ishida Akira (Akise’s VA), Matsuoka Yuki (Hinata’s VA) and Hiramatsu Hirokazu (10th’s VA).
Episodes 12-14: Ishii Makoto (Nishijima’s VA) and Tanaka Masahiko (Kurusu’s VA).
Episodes 15-17: Seki Tomokazu (Marco’s VA) and Kuwatani Natsuko (Ai’s VA).
Episodes 18-20: Yukana (Mao’s VA) and Shiraishi Minoru (Kousaka’s VA).
Episodes 21-23: Inada Tetsu (Ryuji’s VA, aka 11th’s secretary) and Konno Hiromi (8th’s VA).
Episodes 24-26: Domon Jin (3rd’s VA) and Honda Manami (MurMur’s VA).
(Also, I'm pretty sure the English version of the DVD includes cast commentaries too, but I don't know if those are the Japanese cast commentaries with translated subtitles or if it's commentary from the American cast… probably the latter, but I guess I’ll have to look a little deeper into that.)
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lil-tachyon · 5 months
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For the last couple years I've been keeping a handwritten list of good horror stories I've read. I guess the most recommendable ones are The Music of Erich Zann by Lovecraft, The Stolen Body by Wells, Mimic by Wollheim, The Thing in the Weeds by Hodgson, Cyclops by Leiber, The Screaming Man by Beaumont, and The Open Window by Saki. I might type up and post the whole list on my blog after I've done some more reading (my list of things I still need to read grows much faster than the other list).
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Including your other suggestions so I can tackle them all in one post.
I wasn't sure I was going to get to all these but I ended up being kinda knocked out by a nasty cold this week and had time to lay up in bed reading through all of them. Which was an absolute pleasure! Thank you for putting this list together. For fun I thought I'd do a mini-review of each story.
For context, I'm the kind of guy that's read probably every H. P. Lovecraft or Clark Ashton Smith story ever published. I had devoured most of Jules Verne and H. G. Wells by the time I was 14. What I'm trying to say is that I'm already a nerd pre-disposed to loving any Weird Fiction or early sci-fi/horror. If that kind of stuff isn't your speed, then adjust your expectations accordingly.
Also SPOILERS AHEAD for 50-100+ year old short stories.
"The Music of Erich Zann" - H. P. Lovecraft - 1921: This was always going to get a recommendation from me, I just enjoy Lovecraft too much. I'm glad I re-read it though, it had been a while and I think this might be one of my favorite of his stories now. The thing that stood out to me this time around was the exploration of the relationship between Zann and the anonymous protagonist. Feels uncharacteristic of a Lovecraft story to focus so much on the interactions between two human characters and it's done with a fair bit of depth. Bonus: no Lovecraftian racism in this story! Also check out this thrash/prog banger from the Mekong Delta album named after this story.
"The Stolen Body" - H. G. Wells - 1898: So when I opened up my copy of A Dream of Armageddon: The Complete Supernatural Tales (a misnomer it turns out, because it didn't contain the other Wells story on this list) I was surprised to find a bookmark exactly halfway through "The Stolen Body" from where I must've stopped the last time I tried reading this anthology over a decade ago. And I can understand why I would've stopped there because this story is kind of a slog. The premise is fine- a man severs his consciousness from his physical body in the course of an experiment in astral projection and is alarmed to find that when he attempts to return to corporeality another spirit has already taken possession of his frame. The problem is that this story is recounted twice- first from the perspective of a friend where, in spite of their incomplete information, it's pretty obvious what has transpired, and then a second time from the astral-projecting protagonist himself. In the protagonist's telling there's an interesting account of his journey through a kind of vapid hell where body-less spirits wander through eternity suffering of boredom and only able to interact with the physical world via mediums but the concept isn't explored in any depth and is recounted in a painfully "tell, don't show" manner. Can't say I recommend, but it's an interesting artifact of a time when late 19th century occultic beliefs showed up in sci-fi. Kind of like how a lot of 50s-70s sci-fi features psychics.
"Mimic" - Donald A Wollheim - 1942: My favorite story from the list. It's weird, compelling, and extremely brief. I won't summarize it because I think you should just read it. Surprised I hadn't heard of it before, especially since there's apparently a Guillermo Del Toro film adaptation of it? Also surprisingly difficult to track down the text. There are a few incomplete versions of it floating around but if you want the full story, I found it as part of this anthology on archive.org.
"The Thing in the Weeds" - William Hope Hodgson - 1913: - Before this, my only exposure to Hodgson had been "The House on the Borderland" (great story by the way), and reading the "The Thing in the Weeds" has me thinking I should dig a bit deeper into his bibliography. Conveys a sense of claustrophobia and anxiety that feels like classic "Weird Tales" fare while dealing with much lower stakes than unnameable cosmic beings. Maybe more horror stories should be set on the open sea...
"Cyclops" - Fritz Leiber - 1965: This is not a story, this is Leiber's idea for a cool vacuum-dwelling space creature dressed up as a story. Dialogue feels totally unnatural, characters are blank slates, tension is set at zero. But the creature is pretty darn cool and the story is very short. So if you want to just read about a neat alien, go ahead!
"The Howling Man" - Charles Beaumont - 1959: I had already seen the Twilight Zone adaptation of this story a while back so I knew the outline of the plot already, but that in no way diminished my joy in reading this. Beaumont's prose is highly engaging and contains a surprising amount of humor that I don't remember being present in the television version. The only real weak point is the ending. I think a bit more ambiguity over whether and to what the extent the Howling Man and the Abbott were lying to the protagonist would've demanded more introspection from the reader. The idea that releasing the Howling Man / Satan is the direct cause of WWII feels a little too simplistic and also depends on this weird assertion that the early Weimar Republic was experiencing an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity that I'm pretty sure doesn't hold up to historical scrutiny. Still highly recommend, a very fun read!
"The Open Window" - Saki / H. H. Munro - 1914: Less a horror story and more a... silly story? I don't know how to describe it other than it feels like the kind of thing you would have to read and analyze for a single high-school English period. Didn't really do anything for me but it's like a 5-minute read so check it out if you want. Does make me wish I could go on one of those "retreats to the countryside for my nerves" that turn-of-the-century English gentleman and ladies are always going on.
"In the Abyss" - H.G. Wells - 1896: A much better Wells story! And I was lucky enough to find this in the other print Wells anthology I own. (I have an addiction to bringing home old paperbacks I don't need but it's a cheap addiction and I don't have the heart to break it. Plus they're all on shelves and alphabetized so my wife can't get mad at me. Anyway, it's the shelves and shelf space that gets expensive...) It can be a little bit "gadget fiction-y" in its description of the submersible but overall it's well-paced with some good tension and a truly weird exploration of an underwater world. Recommend if you're looking for something outright odd or you like specifically underwater sci-fi. Don't recommend if you don't like thinking about the ways you might die in a submersible.
"The Stone Ship" - William Hope Hodgson - 1914: An interesting and definitely weird story, again about strange happenings on the open sea. Stretches the premise a bit too much, both in the actual length of the story and in my willingness to suspend my disbelief of the "scientific" explanation given at the end. I enjoyed it, but for a spookier and shorter take on a similar premise I'd recommend Lovecraft's "Dagon."
Anyway, thank you again @siryl for your recommendations, I had a blast reading through them!
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miraculous arcs as dril tweets (revised)
Gatekeeper: im sensing some major bullshit coming from the graveyard
Gatecrasher: my friend the only crypto currency you wanna get your hands on is this: bird seed. There is a lot of birds and they all gotta eat.
Wounded Angel: i'm truly thankful towards Irritable Bowel Syndrome for becoming an integral component of my identity and shaping me into the man i am today
Allegory: not many people know this, b ut i actually coined the term "Lunchtime". before then, time and lunch were two entirely immeasurable concepts,
Become Somebody: i am a Teen and that's somethjing i have to live with for the rest of my life.
Star Quality: night time falls. im "corie latin" now. a man of intrigue. i place a bird feather into my glass of scotch and i never do posts about my dick
Child of the Ash: i am skeptical of the concept "Too Big To Fail" mainly because i am extremely big and i fail constantly
Spiritual: all rise for the national anthem, of Jeans
Called Away: Imagine. A world where guns come out of the ground like plants. And all the water is replaced by Bullet's. This is Gun World. It's real
Creature of the Light: every now and then i like to treat myself to a bit of "Lying under oath"
Creature of Fable: THE COP GROWLS "TAKE OFF TH OSE JEANS, CITIZEN." I COMPLY, REVEALING THE FULL LENGTH DENIM TATTOOS ON BOTH LEGS. THE COP SCREAMS; DEFEATED
Creature of Delirium: if you "clap back" someone with a PhD on here, you should be allowed to have their PhD. Its just common sense people. Oh that's tea
Chosen One: im 14 year s old and im already more psychic than my dad
The Ace: i feel like getting shot would;nt be that bad if you knew how to properly "body spin " away from the bullet or slap it away with your hand
Reality Syndrome: BARBARO IS BACK, THE ONCE DEAD REACEHORSE IS BACK TO LIFE AND TEARING UP THE HORSE TRACK LIKE NEVER BEFORE, "THE SECRET" WORKS,THANK U OPRAH A Keeper of Gardens: ask me anything u please, as long as its about my ambitious plan to build a castle in the Jungle for the apes to live in, called "Ape House" Sentimental: every pitbull dog contains a hidden set of skills known as the "Master Skills". the only two men who can unlock them are me and Elon Impresario: (in highly rational and cool voice) i have the higher follower count than them. i wiont let them undermine me Indomitable: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL Troubled: *enrolls in psychology major* finnally. this will give me the upper hand in dealing with trolls *fails all courses* college is fake actually Accursed: (dismissing waitress handing me the check with a hand wave) no thank you. i dont believe in any of that Primordial: i;m now getting surgery to completely become a Brand. all bothersome human elements (ability to get mad, go to toilet, etc) will be, removed Prophet: guy who invented Prayer: This is so sick. Im going to get so much free shit from god. This is the cleanest scam yet. So glad I invented this Awakening: i nneed constant 24/7 stream of memes and jokes about coffee being good to prove to myself im not living in rthe Fucking matrix
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some rambling about the siblings fic below the cut!
To keep track of things: I'm writing this just after chapter 25 has been posted. I can see this wrapping up around chapter 30 with what I have planned, so I'll aim for that!
Fun fact - there's only been one POV from Amelia so far, and that was chapter 19. Some other characters like Arven and Liko have only had one chapter from their POV, too, but Amelia is the only main character I don't consistently rotate to
I wrote this fic with a lot of re-readability in mind. While not all of this was planned out when I started writing, there were some things I knew I wanted to include that have been mentioned from as early as chapter one, with many things taking a LOT of chapters to finally pay off
Some examples are Amelia struggling to say Zir's name for a few chapters before calling him Uncle, the practice-swearing that took a lot of chapters to finally come to a conclusion, foreshadowing with the Dragon Claw starting in chapter 14, and a lot of general hints about their trauma/past before it was revealed!
This is super fun since it allows first-time readers to make predictions in the story, and it also makes re-reads more enjoyable since there's a lot you can pick up on
A number of comments have mentioned they intend to re-read the fic, and that makes me super happy! I'm really glad it's good enough some people want to read it more than once to process it
I've realized later that it's quite funny how unassuming the fic name is "Wow, that's one really messed up teenager!" especially when I have received so many wonderful analyses in the comments! It's been a true joy to write this!
And on that note, there will be a second fic when this wraps up! It'll be an epilogue of sorts that follows the teenagers after leaving the Explorers. So for anyone who is going to miss these four: don't worry! They aren't going to retire yet ^^
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and-claudia · 1 year
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His Heir pt. 14 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)
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Warnings: Qi'ra (that bitch gets a warning, y'all know this), discussion of pregnancy, let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 1589
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As we left the medical unit, Maul had his hands clasped behind his back and he seemed a bit stiff, almost like something was bothering him. 
"Maul, are you alright?" I asked nervously, "Please tell me you're not having second thoughts. Kinda late for that." 
Darth Maul PoV 
Her question stopped me dead in my tracks. I gently grabbed her arm and turned her to me before holding her there to look her in the eyes. 
"Oh, no never. I'd never second-guess this... I'm just realizing that there is so much we need to discuss... would you like to come to my quarters for the day?" 
I really just wanted any excuse to keep her around. 
"You know I'd never turn down a day with you." She smiled sweetly up at me. 
I offered her my arm and she gladly took it, tucking herself to my side, where she was meant to be. 
We walked towards my quarters and had almost made it there completely without running into anyone. But of course, as we were rounding our last corner, Qi'ra was there. I felt Yn pull away from where she had been a bit too close to me, but I laid my hand on hers that was holding onto my upper arm. The gesture told her that she was fine where she was, no need to pull away. 
Reader's PoV 
I knew me being tucked up to Maul would piss Qi'ra off, but I also knew the importance of maintaining professionalism. So I was surprised when Maul was silently telling me not to pull away. Not that I was complaining. I needed to tell him soon... I just didn't want him to think it was a hormonal thing.
"Lord Maul." She said, bowing her head slightly before looking to me, "Ah, Lady Yn, I almost forgot about you." 
The fake smile she wore was almost laughable. 
"Oh did you now?" I fought the urge to roll my eyes. 
"I wasn't sure if I'd see you around. In all honesty, I thought you were still away after seeing Maul take you off the meeting lists for the week." She said. 
I looked up at Maul confused. 
"Yes, that's because Lady Yn is unwell. She seems to have picked up a bug while she was away. I'm giving her the week to recover." Maul explained. 
Qi'ra's eyes went wide and she took a step back.
"Shouldn't she be like quarantined or something?" 
"I'm not contagious. We just returned from the medical unit. It's just a bug." I said. 
Maul nodded, adding my believability to our cover-up story. 
"Actually, Lady Qi'ra, I'll be taking part of the week off as well, and working from my quarters in order to take care of Lady Yn. Will you be able to manage on your own?" Maul asked. 
"Of course, Lord Maul. I mean not to be immodest but I think I did quite well these past five weeks with all the extra duties you gave me." She was now wearing a smug smile.
"You did alright." Maul corrected, "If you'll excuse us." He said. 
We began walking again and went right past her. 
"Damn I didn't miss her one bit." I said quietly once we were a decent distance away from her. 
Maul laughed.
"I thought the two of you were best friends." He teased.
"Don't you ever joke like that again." I playfully warned him. 
We entered his quarters and I instinctively went to sit on the couch. I glanced around at everything around me and took a deep breath in through my nose as my eyes closed contently. I missed being here. 
"I'm really glad to be back." I said quietly. 
"I'm glad you're back." Maul said with a smile. 
"So, you said you wanted to discuss some more things?" I asked, turning to face him on the couch. 
"Yes, and I'd hate to treat this as a meeting but with the amount of information I want to cover with you I feel like it may be the best option." Maul said with a sigh. 
"I don't mind, really. It'll bring some familiarity to an unfamiliar situation." I smiled at him to give him more reassurance.
"Okay, then should we begin?" He asked. 
I nodded and he took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. 
"For starters, I want to say this; I will not lie to you, Yn, this pregnancy will be difficult." 
I nodded. 
"I know we've discussed it some, and in hindsight, we should've discussed it more. So, if after what I tell you now, you no longer feel comfortable continuing the pregnancy-" 
"Maul, I want this baby, nothing you can tell me now will change that." I cut him off. 
"But if it does... you have every right and my full support to end it. As I've said you are my priority." 
He took a deep breath before continuing. 
"One of my bigger concerns is fatigue. You are human, and while this baby will be part human, it's also going to be part Zabrak, which will affect your pregnancy. I don't mean this in a negative way, but you were not meant to carry a nonhuman child. That doesn't mean you can't, it's just not what your body was meant to do. Your body is trying to make something completely foreign, so it's going to take a toll on you. It may also send your hormones into overdrive and amplify some of the more common pregnancy symptoms." He explained. 
"Oh so extra morning sickness?" I joked halfheartedly. 
"Unfortunately that's a likely possibility. If you're ever late to a meeting or have to excuse yourself because of that, I would never hold it against you." 
I nodded again, "Okay, just don't let me use being pregnant as an excuse for things. And don't give me special treatments." 
It was now Maul's turn to nod, "I'll do my best." 
"I also want to work for as long as I can. I literally live and work in the same compound. I sit at a desk mostly. There's no point in me stopping work before they are born unless I need to for medical reasons." I said. 
"I will agree to that as long as you promise to not overwork yourself. Deal?" 
I smiled and nodded, "Deal." 
"Do you have any questions or anything you want to clear up about anything?" He asked. 
Immediately I thought about asking him what our relationship was going to look like now. But I knew better. That would make the whole pregnancy extremely awkward, and I wasn't about to do that. So instead I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind since this whole idea was proposed to me. 
"Do you know what they'll look like?" I asked, genuinely curious. 
I didn't care if they took after me, him, or a combination of the two. 
"Unfortunately, there's no way to tell. Since my lineage is not certain, it's even more difficult to know for sure. It's also possible they won't even Zabrak traits when it comes to their skin, they could take completely after you."
I nodded as he spoke, then my eyes went wide. 
"Please tell me they aren't born with horns..." 
Maul laughed slightly, shaking his head. 
"No, they are not. Those will come in as they mature... which reminds me before they're born I want to start showing you how to file them so we can both help them later on." 
"You file them?" I asked curiously. 
He nodded. 
"I mean it makes sense, just not something I really ever thought of." 
A short moment of silence fell between us before I spoke up again. 
"Are they going to have two hearts as well?" 
"Yes, on that they will take after me." 
"Does that affect their development or anything?" 
"It won't hinder anything, but it does affect their development some... not going to lie I was hoping one of the medical droids would be able to bring this up first... you may begin to show quicker than you would if the child was completely human. In order for both hearts to form and function properly the baby must grow a little faster than a human would in the womb..." he trailed off, knowing that I was catching on to what he was trying to get at. 
"Maul, if they grow 'slightly faster' does that mean they're going to be bigger than a human baby?" I asked. 
"Slightly." He said hesitantly. 
"How big is slightly bigger?" 
"Zabraks newborns average between 7 and 10 pounds." 
My jaw dropped. 
"Ten!? Ten pounds, Maul!? That's..." I looked down at my stomach, "there better only be one of you in there." 
Maul laughed at my reaction. 
"That's the higher end of the average, dear. It doesn't mean they'll be ten pounds." He said. 
"Yeah, they could be above average..." I said with wide eyes. 
"At least you won't have to deliver them naturally." He reminded me. 
"I still have to carry them... you know, depending on how big they are towards the end, I may reconsider the whole working until they're born thing." I was only partly joking. 
Maul nodded and laughed along with me. 
This was going to be a wild slightly daunting experience, I knew that, but with Maul by my side, I knew everything would be okay. He wasn't going anywhere and would be there for every step. And once it was over, we'd have a baby, a family.
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𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓼
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♡ pairing: jin x reader (crushes) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: fluff, crack ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.3k ♡ track: Six Feet Under the Stars ~ All Time Low: “Meet me on Thames Street, I’ll take you out though I’m hardly worth your time. In the cold you look so fierce but I’m warm enough because this tension’s like a fire. We’ll head to South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie, I’ll drop a line and fall in the grave I’ve been digging myself, but there’s room for two six feet under the stars.”
♡ summary: Jungkook and Taehyung accidentally-on-purpose spill one of Jin's secrets. Luckily, it's a secret you had, too.
♡ an: this is for @mirahuyooo my beloved darling moodboard maker (she made all the banners you're going to be seeing). i told her i would post hers first so here it is!! enjoy!! 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist
You lifted the box up to the shelf, only slightly struggling with it. Mr. Yun had graciously given you and your other coworker, Jin, the night off to celebrate the Summer Festival, so the sooner you got your work done the sooner you could leave.
Mr. Yun was a kind old man with a small business that he hired extra help for over the summer. This was your fourth year working for him, and third year working with Jin. It was a great way to make some extra money while you weren't in school. And the year Jin came around just made the whole experience better.
Jin was so much fun to work with. He was only a couple years older than you, and he was constantly cracking the worst jokes that always made you laugh, no matter how hard you tried not to. You still remembered the one he told you after he introduced himself.
"Do you know what color hamburgers are?" he asked you, barely holding back laughter with the slyest shit-eating grin you'd ever seen.
"Um, brown, mostly?" you answered, very unsure where this question was about to lead.
"No," he squeaked out, "they're burger-ndy!" Jin bust into laughter at the joke, but it took you a moment to connect the dots before the most unattractive snort escaped you. It was such a stupid joke, it shouldn't have made you laugh, but in trying to hold the laugh back you did that.
You had instantly thought that Jin was attractive, but shoved that thought down as soon as it had arrived. First, you were both here to work, and second, with a face like that he was probably already taken. Still, you had wanted to make a good impression, not… that.
But over the years, despite your attempts to squash any and all romantic feelings you had for him, they had only grown as you got to know him better, as you met his friends, as you hung out with him outside of work. Eventually you learned he wasn't taken, but you still didn't let yourself hope. There was no way he liked you back.
"You got that?" his voice shook you from your thoughts, and you looked over to see Jin (with his now light pink hair that you adored a little too much) gesturing towards the box.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you pushed it into place. "Just trying to get finished so I can get ready for tonight."
"I'm glad you're excited," Jin smiled. "I used my undeniable charm to convince Mr. Yun to let us go tonight." That got an eye roll from you.
"Sure, Jan." That was something you had picked up from Jungkook, the youngest member of their friend group who had the most sibling-like sibling relationship with Jin. The kid was a brat, but he was an adorable one, and he was always sweet to you.
Jin groaned. "Don't encourage the brat by repeating the things he says."
"But Jungkook is funny."
The gasp he let out was overdramatic on purpose, and you giggled. You thoroughly enjoyed teasing him about his jokes (really, Jungkook was just a bad influence on you). "Brats, the both of you!" He turned away, but you caught the hint of a smile on his face. "That's it, I'm telling Mr. Yun you offered to stay here by yourself tonight!"
"No no no no!!" You reached out for his hand to keep him from getting too far away. "No, Jin, don't, I'm sorry! You're way funnier than Jungkook!"
"You promise?"
"Yes! Please, I really wanna go tonight." You added a pout, something you learned from Jimin. Jin rolled his eyes, but acquiesced.
"You really picked up all the worst habits from my friends." He exhaled. "Come on, I'm nearly done with my section, and it looks like you are too."
You dropped his hand and the two of you returned to working in comfortable silence. After a few more minutes of work, you were both finished and you began locking up. Jin waited for you just outside the front, and you heard the tell-tale laughter of two trouble-makers.
"Jin-hyung!"
"Y/N-noona!"
You glanced over your shoulder to see Jungkook and Taehyung bounding towards you two. "Hey guys," you greeted in return as you finished.
"Noona, are you excited for your date with Jin-hyung tonight?" Jungkook asked, a mischievous smile lighting his face. You nearly dropped the store keys, looking between the giddy maknae and Jin's own shocked face.
"Um… what?"
"Jungkook—"
"Yeah, Noona," Taehyung added with a matching smile, "you're ready to go, right?"
"Taehyung!"
"Jin, what are they talking about?" you whisper-yelled to him, very confused.
He gave you a very pretty but very unconvincing smile. "Nothing, just ignore them, they're just being brats." Jin turned back to the boys with a look that said they were going to get killed later.
Jungkook wasn't phased and leveled the elder with a look of his own. "Hyung, have you seriously not asked her yet?"
Jin sighed. "I was getting there until you two terrors showed up!"
You looked between the three bickering friends and took a tentative step back. Jungkook mentioned the word date and both he and Taehyung seemed very insistent that Jin was supposed to ask you on one. But Jin didn't like you like that.
"Hey, Jin?" You finally spoke up, catching all of their attention. "I know we were all planning on hanging out tonight but were you going for something different?"
"It's now or never, hyung," Taehyung smiled, patting Jin's shoulder.
"Fighting!" Jungkook added.
"Would you two get out of here?" Jin lightly pushed them away, and they easily went, offering you a small goodbye and a promise to see you later at the festival.
Once they were both far enough away, Jin smiled at you softly, his face red. "I'm so sorry about them, I don't know what possessed them to do that." You simply nodded and waited for him to continue, to answer your question.
There was a long moment of silence where you two just looked at each other. You wondered what he was thinking about as he met your eyes. Was he thinking about how to let you down easy?
Maybe you shouldn't have asked him if he wanted more for tonight. Maybe you can hang out with Jungkook and Taehyung tonight instead of Jin.
"Listen—"
"Do you like raisins?" Jin asked over what was going to be your poor attempt to backtrack. The question came out of nowhere, and honestly, the past ten minutes were giving you whiplash.
"What?"
"Raisins, you know, the little dried-up grapes. Do you like them?"
Slowly, you shook your head. There was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that said this was some kind of set-up for another one of his jokes, but you weren't sure where it was going.
"Okay, so, how would you feel about a date?"
Jin had that smile on his face, the one where he was waiting for you to get the joke, but there was also a hopeful gleam in his eyes like this was more than just a joke.
You took a deep breath, trying to quell the laughter from the pun. "Jin, is this seriously how you're asking me out?"
"Did you really expect anything different from me?"
You let out a small giggle at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "That's a bad joke," you managed.
"But the date will be amazing, I can promise you that." He added a wink that had you blushing as hard as he was. "I'll meet you later tonight?"
You nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd really love that." You looked away and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Jin waved goodbye with one last smile and ran off to catch up with the younger boys. You started on your way home to get ready for the date you never thought you'd get.
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takatsukisdesk · 2 months
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hihi! i’ve been reading your work for a little while and love it 💕 saw your jan prompts list and was wondering if you could do some for kuki urie? (maybe 4, 10 or 14 if possible, it’s entirely up to you)
have a wonderful new year!
-anonnie :))
Hi Anonnie, and thank you I'm glad you like my stupid posts.
I WILL DO ALL THREE OK
Urie and 4: What frightens him
Obviously not reaching his goals in the amount of time he has allotted to himself scares him, but it goes a little deeper than that
Urie hates the idea of failure, but what truly frightens him is disappointment, not only being disappointed in himself, but the idea of others thinking less of him
Because he is so disciplined and rigid in what he wants to achieve, people pay attention to it. The idea of someone, even a stranger, saying to him "Oh, I'm sorry you weren't able to XX" terrifies him. He doesn't want others to think he's a loser
I also think he uses the one-track-mind, workaholic persona as exactly that: a persona. He enjoys being known as "one to watch", because it stops people looking too closely at HIM.
I wouldn't class it as a fear, but getting close to people absolutely makes him feel uncomfortable. He has this nagging voice telling him he isn't enough, so the thought of being under (even imagined) scrutiny makes him feel yucky
Another of his fears is being alone, but instead of being able to nurture relationships, he takes the "push em away, then I won't care as much when they're dead 😎" approach. Which doesn't really work
in terms of phobia's and things like that, I think Urie is maaaaybe a bit of a germaphobe. He doesn't like people sneezing, and coughing and spluttering near him (he'd love it to be socially acceptable to spray people with household disinfectants when they do). He also doesn't like his hands being covered in sticky things like food. Has to wash them immediately
Basically, Uries' quite a complex guy, and he wouldn't admit to being frightened of anything, mostly because I don't think he'd recognise it as a fear, more of an indescribable feeling of discomfort. But definitely disappointment/failure and being alone (but at the same time- relationships!) Is up there. And sticky stuff and germs lol.
10: Relationship green flags
Hmmmm ok
First up: the dude has friends of different genders AND HE ISNT TRYING TO SCREW THEM ALL. He can be friends with guys, girls, and there's no ulterior motive 👏. Which leads to...
...being respectful of people and not objectifying them 👏
he's 100% or nothing at all, so if he's interested in somebody romantically, he will put effort into the relationship. He's no part-time partner
Urie is honest. Brutally so, which *I* think is a green flag, but he may cause hurt feelings depending on how sensitive his s/o is
Ok, he may not fully understand his own emotions at times, but he has a good EQ when it comes to other people. He'll be aware of how his s/o is feeling without them having to explain
This is a wild card one, and this could be a big burning red flag in another person, but Urie is a naturally skeptical character. He won't be suspicious of his s/o or anything like that, but he will be hyper aware of people around them. If he thinks his partner's friend is a bit of a snake, or they're being taken advantage of in anyway, he'll be onto it instantly
even though he can at times be a bit sly, especially with his job, loyalty means EVERYTHING to him. If he's in a relationship he is with that person completely, so there's no need to be concerned about him cheating
Honestly, I think a lot of Uries' 'green flags' are subtle and get overlooked because he can be an asshole, but he's a decent guy.
14: Things they find attractive in a s/o
I think he'd appreciate someone who keeps him in check. A lot of his colleagues let him get away with loads of shit, so someone that will call him out when he's being a dick would appeal
Someone who is sensible and serious when the situation demands it. He spends his working life babysitting others, so he'd find it frustrating if that crossed into his personal life
A partner that doesn't necessarily paint or draw -or have any artistic talent- but is INTERESTED in it would appeal to him. He'd love to nerd out about his hobby with someone, and maybe teach them how to paint
I think people that are obnoxiously loud for the sake of hearing themselves talking would drive him mad, so Urie wouldn't mind having a naturally quiet partner
Leading on from this, somebody that chooses their words carefully, and is overall thoughtful would appeal to him
INTELLIGENCE!
Urie is very much a personality guy. A good face is a bonus to him.
Hope these were ok anon 🤞🤞
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Heyyyyyy! I’ve been off tumblr since the holidays and just wanted to check in and say hey! How’ve you been? Happy new year!
I was using the sunflower emoji to sign off my previous asks (I always signed off with three emojis) and noticed over the break someone else adopted it (literally no worries at all — I can’t even keep track of what’s claimed and what isn’t lol) so I’m going to adopt 🔮🔮🔮 from now on lol.
Anyway just wanted to let you know the most recent blurb w/ Annie meeting her brother is eeeeverythinggggg to me and I need more. It was nice coming back on tumblr and catch up on the blurbs I missed. The teacher!au is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read and I’ve missed the little family!!!
Also — I saw you’re post about how you’ve always thought Annie to end up with a character from another fic on tumblr and it just got me wondering what Mattys reaction would be to Annie dating/getting into her first relationship when she’s older. lol I can see him being really excited for her but also freaking out and wonder what you would think?
Lots of love!! - 🔮🔮🔮
hi my love!!! oh it's so great to hear from you!! this year has been a little shit so far, but its getting better for me! how about you???
I'm so sorry about the emoji mix up! although, you have chosen a very good replacement imo. for future reference for everyone, I have a list of claimed emoji anons in my pinned post so people know what's taken and what's not :)))) (i'll add you to it now <3)
omgggg I'm so glad you enjoyed the blurb, it was so fun to write. I love thinking about their little family growing :)))) it's so lovely to have you back and I hope you enjoyed your catch up!!! teacher au is one of your fav fics ever??? I am actually gonna cry??? oh I love youuuuuuu!!!!
oh yes... Matty's reaction would be interesting to say the least.
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I think he would start off just in complete denial. He refuses to believe that his little girl has a CRUSH?? or even worse, SHE'S DATING SOMEONE????
obviously, he wants her to be happy and find love, but in his head, she is a BABY. like, no, she is not 14 years old. She was born yesterday, actually.
Annie tells you about it first. I think she wants your help her break it to her dad because she knows he will have... mixed feelings. so you sit down together to tell him, and it's just... silence for a good few seconds.
"Huh? no, no. say it again, think I misheard you, sweetheart. "
"I said I have a boyfriend"
"Oh. okay, definitely heard you right then"
but being the good dad he is, he puts on a brave face for her, "That's great peanut! what's his name? how long have you been together?"
Annie gets all shy and blushy when she explains, she doesn't give his name, but she does tell him they've been together for a month now. matty nearly does a spit take at how long he's been unaware, but holds it in and just coughs awkwardly instead.
"I'm so happy for you baby, just make sure he treats you good, yeah?"
Annie nods and assures her dad she won't let him be a dick to her (matty would normally scold her for swearing but he can't muster the energy right now), and she runs off giggling upstairs because the boy in question has just rung her.
and he is genuinely happy for her, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make him feel ancient, "dating. she's dating. oh god, I think I'm officially old. i have a DAUGHTER who is DATING???"
you comfort him and laugh lightly at his reaction, which only makes him groan and bury his face in your neck. "m'sorry baby, your reaction was just too funny. from what she's told me, he seems lovely. even writers her notes in class"
matty then shoots back and eyes you suspiciously, "Wait. you already knew? she told you before me?" his voice is squeaky as he processes the betrayal.
"Sweetheart, you can't blame her! girls always tell their mums these kind of things first. she just wanted my help to tell you anyway." That soothes matty a bit. The fact that Annie wanted to share this part of her life with him at all was something he valued massively.
"Wait. she said he sends her notes. Did she show you any?" You nod, and matty immediately starts grilling you for information.
"I can't tell you anything, Matthew, girl code!" Of course he pouts and tries to get you to crumble by pressing kisses up your neck. but you stay firm (mostly) and don't tell him ANYTHING.
now, who is Annie dating? I like to think it's someone with a connection to the boys, not baby hann - those two are more like cousins. and in this universe, George and Ross aren't parents yet. so maybe a nephew from one of them?
I think her and George's nephew could be VERY interesting... especially when those two find out about the romance lmaooooo
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went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share
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(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)
something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah
but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)
i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun
however i did transcribe the notes i left:
7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show
8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy
7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3
1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it
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anyway. forever fornever. if you even care
#that's all. just kind of a personal post i thought was neat. skrunklore#skrunkart#yyh#yu yu hakusho#you can really feel the 14 y/o in a lot of the little notes and stuff but that too is part of the growth and change im trying to celebrate.#ripping my fingernails off about it but it needs to be done#also the hearts are because they love each other. and also me in like a cheering you on kinda way#ok more lore but around jr year i started feeling like my art was getting worse or at least stagnating and i kind of wished i could go back#to the era where a lot of that art is from bc there were little things i was better at and also bc i was much more prolific and adventurous#and while i'm sympathetic to it looking back after another couple of years it's like nah. no i was still growing i was just too close to se#like i'll be like oughh i haven't grown at all in years >:(( and then i'll look at the art i made over the course of 2023 and go oh nvm lol#some of it was more 'getting back into the swing of things' + traditional and tech issues being resolved but there was also growth#there is also stuff to be proud of and there always is and there always will be. that goes for you too reader#no matter what your art does or does not look like. i guess that's part of why im posting this too#part of what got me into visual art was seeing how people's art changed (sketchbook tours). it's cool and seeing that learning process so#well preserved and so easily analyzed kinda activated something in my brain. i think it got me past a lot of the 'im just not talented'#stuff a lotta ppl have that keeps them from drawing or sharing it or whatever. anyway art's cool i love art. gonna go draw now probably :D#ALSO really funny watching the way i drew myself change. all in ways that make sense but still funny to me. long hair glasses girl you'd#probably keel over if you saw what we look like now. hell yeah
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Coming Home - Castiel x Reader
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Spoilers for season 9 - fluff with a little bit of Cas hurt/reader comfort and a leetle bit of spice (14+) (1.2K words)
Summary: Castiel shows up on your doorstep one night, cold and in need of a place to stay.
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It was a cold, rainy evening.  At 7 PM it was already dark out and you were glad to be inside, warm by your fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and a good book.  It was about star-crossed lovers separated by a war-torn kingdom.  You held your blanket tighter.  The lovers were about to finally reunite in a dramatic scene when you heard a knock at your door.  Hesitantly you put your bookmark in place and went to the door, keeping a hand on your concealed pistol just in case.  Who could it possibly be at this hour?  Opening the door, you were stunned.
"Cas?"
You hardly recognized him.  He was drenched and shivering, having replaced his regular clothes with thinner, more beaten-down ones.  For seconds all you could do was stare.  He seemed entirely different from the Castiel you had grown close to through the Winchesters.
"May I come inside?" he asked, shaking you from your stupor.
"Shit, of course you can.  You must be freezing."  You closed the door after him and ran to the bathroom to get a towel, laying it over his shoulders and leading him to the fireplace.  "What happened to you?"
Cas was silent for a few moments.  He wet his dry lips, seeming to contemplate whether or not to say anything at all before he spoke.
"I... lost my grace.  I am no longer an angel."  You blinked once.  Then blinked again.  Surely you couldn't have heard him right.
"How is that possible?"
"Metatron.  He took my grace for a spell that cast the angels from heaven.  Y/N, it was my fault.  He told me we were sealing the angels in heaven, that I was completing trials.  I should have seen through him but I was arrogant enough to think that I could fix my mistakes."  For the first time you could see Castiel's eyes watering as if he were going to cry.  Without thinking you threw your arms around him, eliciting a sharp gasp.  You simply stayed there for a few seconds before speaking.
"You can't take responsibility for everything.  In the end, it was Metatron who cast the angels out of heaven."  Hesitantly, his arms went around you as well.  After the hug was over, you found him a blanket and sat him in your comfortable chair.  Questions were swarming in your mind, nearly giving you a headache.  "What have you been doing since you lost your grace?"
"I've been... under the radar.  Many angels want me dead.  I'm warded against them now but I still have to feed myself, sleep, keep myself warm, and a myriad of other things.  I don't know how you humans do it."  He was so genuine you couldn't help but chuckle despite the pangs in your heart.
"Well it takes practice, that's for sure."  I bit my lip, considering my next question.  "Why did you come here?"  Cas cleared his throat, speaking in a near-whisper.
"I have nowhere else to go.  I cannot burden the Winchesters after what I did so I was hoping you could maybe help me.  I just need a place to stay for a while as it is getting very cold."  You hesitated, prompting him to avert his gaze.  "Of course, you don't have to house me, I know that it could potentially be dangerous and I do not wish to burden you."
Shaking your head, you said "No that's not it.  You can definitely stay, it's just... why didn't you come here sooner?"
"It was too dangerous, the angels were tracking me.  And besides," Cas said, "I didn't want to burden you unless I had to."  You sighed and turned Castiel's face towards yours.  You thought you saw his cheeks turn pink but it could have just been the light from the fireplace.
"Listen to me.  Next time, though I truly hope there isn't a next time, come to me right away.  I don't care how many angels are after you, I can handle myself.  I just don't want you to get hurt, okay?"  Cas nodded.
For the next few weeks Cas and you lived together.  Truth be told, he was the best roommate you had ever had.  He was very adamant about doing his share of the chores and even though he sometimes messed them up you were grateful that he was trying even though it was hard for him.  In addition to him doing his share, he was also very sweet and nice to be around.  You spent a lot of time together and suffice it to say you were developing quite the crush on the ex-angel.
One day, you came home from work to dimmed lights and a candlelit dining table.  Cas was putting on soft violin music when you arrived.  He was wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants, the best clothes he currently owned.  Upon closer inspection, there were two plates, each with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on them.
"What's all this?" you asked, grinning.  You knew exactly what it was.  You had suspected that Cas might like you for a long time, before he even lost his grace.  Still, it couldn't hurt to tease him a bit.
"It's dinner.  I only know how to make PB&J.  I just wanted to do something to thank you for everything you've done for me.
"That's so sweet, Cas!  Thank you."  He pulled out your chair for you before taking his own seat.  You ate in silence for a little while.  Castiel kept sneaking nervous glances at you.  At one point you shot him a wink just to see his ears turn red.
"So, what is this really about?" you asked, making him choke on his water.
"...Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean candles.  Romantic music.  This clearly isn't just about thanking me."
"You're... you're right."  Castiel looked directly in my eyes for what felt like the first time since I got home.  "Y/N, I have developed feelings for you.  Even before I became human I was experiencing human emotions, all because of you.  I do not wish to ask anything more of you after everything you've done for me-" I cut him off with my lips on his.  He tensed up before relaxing his mouth into mine.  I pulled back and cupped his cheek.
"Just ask me out already, Romeo."
"Y/N, would you-"
"Yes."  Your lips came together again in a passionate kiss.  After the first kiss, there was another one, and another after that.  Suddenly you were straddling him by the fireplace and your tongue entered his mouth.
Your tongues danced as they explored each other.  You were both moving slow, as if you were trying to spend as long as possible being close to each other.  You ran your fingers through Castiel's hair and the kiss gained speed.  He hesitantly put his hands around your waist, holding them gently.  You tugged on Cas' hair and he groaned into the kiss.  As you parted to catch your breath you smiled, looking into your new lover's eyes.  He was absolutely captivated by you.
"So, just to be clear," Castiel asked between pants, "you meant that you would be my girlfriend, correct?"
"Yes, Cas," you giggled.  For the rest of the night you held each other close, falling asleep in each others' arms.
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you're extremely right about the whole "teens are getting pushed out of YA spaces" thing and it actually extends to fandoms too
I (teen) have an easier time finding adults in any given YA fandom I'm in than I do teenagers. And, like, whatever, adults can 100% enjoy YA and I'm glad they do, but it's weird when they not only enjoy YA but at the same time make fun of teenaged fans while doing so. Like... you're aware it's not For You, right??? it's for us???
book spaces revolving around books about & for teenagers are no longer dominated by teens and that's a problem
Yeah, and I also feel that the books themselves have lost track of the actual audience of YA.
The YA category is too juvenile and too mature at the same time. My sister, who is 14, thinks the book we're reading together right now is incredibly cringy in the way it uses, and I quote, "minor cuss words" (lol). The swearing really IS cringy; a character says "shitnuts" a couple times, and it's just...strange.
But the thing is, she's old enough to think a character saying "shitnuts" is cringy but she doesn't want to read, like, graphic rape threats against the protagonist in a story. That would be really upsetting to her.
And I struggle to recommend books to her because I don't want her to end up reading books with toxic possessive male love interests and dubiously consensual sex scenes, or as I mentioned above something really disturbing and gross that would upset her, but also a lot of the "younger" YA treats its readers like they're stupid, and she hates books like that.
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"I learned quickly that perseverance stood between a cat and her new best friend- (Me!)" (x)
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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season
Chapter 14 - “Kindle (Pearl, Impulse)”
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Pearl's barely begun playing Session 2 when Scott calls her back to the portal hub. See, she's on the buddy program list, and there's a new refugee in New Star Station who's a little... Well. Different. His name is Rhetoric, and in the eyes of the game, he doesn't exist.
While Pearl sorts that out, Impulse mines the ore to craft a clock...
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PearlescentMoon - Bat
Quarry: Etho
Hunter: Unknown
Allegiance: Lush Cave Alliance
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Pearl is on-server for what feels like eight minutes and eleven seconds before Scott logs onto Dog's Life, pleads for her, Ren, and Martyn to log out, and jumps off again. Pearl relays this information to Tango, who turns his head. He, uh… He doesn't push away from the thin ring of basalt that stands between them and a drop to certain splashy lava death. He's leaning over it pretty far. And that's fine! To each their own, y'know?
Still kinda stresses me out, though. Since ghasts can die from their own fireballs, I'm not sure they're fireproof… so I'm glad I'm not the one carrying those hybrid traits right now.
A ripple passes down Tango's white-tipped tail, though his expression is curious, not annoyed. Several ghast tendrils lie long and coiled around him. A few of them ripple too, and Pearl is grateful for the new mod she put (with Grian's blessing) that spells the word Ghast above his head. Finally, Tango does flip around, though he braces his elbows on the wall. "Well, I mean… He must need you for something pretty serious if he's pulling you away this early. C'mon, though… It's only been a couple seconds for him since you came on, right?"
That is weird… Pearl glances over the rim of the basalt drop. One relatively small ghast bobs below. It's one of the little ones translucent enough to show its massive beating heart. "I guess so? I've not actually taken the time to experiment with the way it works. It's so confusing living in Simmers' Quarter-"
"Oh, yeah… Yeah, they play around with time a lot over there, don't they? That'll really mess you up. Some of your neighbors pop back the next day zoned out of their minds like they've been gone for years, right?"
Pearl chuckles. Sort of. It's mostly drowned in the distant, warbled mews of ghasts and the crackle of the lava. The Nether air is thick with smoke. The oxygen is thick here. She really needs a drink. At least this should be a quick visit… She doesn't plan to stay here with Tango half as long as she did with Martyn back in Double Life. But if they get carried away… Cleo and Jimmy will understand. Probably. At least they have each other.
Actually, given Cleo's track record, maybe I do want to be careful.
She checks the comm again. You know, there's something pathetic and cruel about all this. The irony is omnipresent and its laughs tickle at her ears. Scott certainly wanted nothing to do with her in Double Life, even though they got along well the season before. They thrived, actually, back in Last Life. He won the season and Pearl made it to the final four. They faced each other in the finals of Double Life with snow up to their ankles, Scott clutching Cleo's limp body in his arms and Pearl holding a panting wolf by the collar, fingers wedged beneath the leather strap.
How fitting, y'know… all the snow. Wind whistled, swishing snowflakes through the air. Few words were exchanged. Mostly staring eyes and heaving chests. Puffing breaths, visible in the air. Wolves growled, Scott bent his head over Cleo's unmoving form, and splintered sparks curled down both their cheeks. It always ends like this, in Grian's games. They always start of fun and full of life, then tear her to her core.
She loves the rush. She really does.
Double Life ended in a burst of TNT, set off at Scott's own hand. And maybe they didn't get along, and maybe it had its miserable and lonely moments (especially where roleplay and Between interactions blurred into bitter avoidance, like he didn't want to see her at all).
Two seasons later, here he is… come crawling back to coax her from the dark. What's she to do with that information? Scott probably wouldn't taste his own medicine even if she poured it in a sugar spoon and shoved it straight down his throat. He'd cough it up and squirm and spit it right back in her face.
Well, maybe I could do a little better at inviting him out in Between… Without regular Empires interaction, she sort of fell off the map where Scott's concerned. Maybe she likes it that way.
And maybe I don't.
It's… difficult (hanging out with Scott) because it's easy (for Tango and Jimmy to get along; for Martyn and Cleo to have clear lines of disinterest in the sand; for Etho and Joel to tumble twinkle-eyed into mischief even after all this time). This feeling swishing inside her soul isn't even jealousy. Seriously, that is not the issue. Muddlement might be the better word. Confusion and muddlement.
And it's not hard because of Double Life, exactly, because roleplay isn't supposed to cut this deep. It's difficult for reasons undefinable. It's difficult because it doesn't have to be. Scott never meant to, but he made the rejection hurt a lot more, y'know? To do this so soon after he came out to her about the whole 'allay' thing and pressed forward, practically pleading for an extension of their queerplatonic relationship to cross from Last Life into Between. He was coming off a break-up with Jimmy. He probably wasn't in his best frame of mind, and the emotions of Last Life were still tangled and raw for both of them.
She did turn him down, though. You know, that's what really stinks. Why does she feel so much guilt about it, even after all this time? She really handled that information overload as best as she possibly could. She didn't do it over comm. She didn't drag it out. It was all in private, too, though maybe she could've waited for him to put his jacket on again. And she looked him in the eyes (most the time), and saw two little hearts break inside his pupils like shattered snow globes dumping liquid to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Scott… I'm not really interested…"
[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]
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31 Days Rammstein Challenge - Day 22: Favourite Reise, Reise Song
Reise, Reise is another strong album by Rammstein. It has monsters like Mein Teil and Ohne dich, which are both really good in their own ways. Dalai Lama is a highly underrated song, and a staple when I am out flying.
My favourite from this album though, is Reise, Reise.
The title song is melancholic, melodious, and I love how Schneider worked out a special drum pattern for it. Reise, Reise was a killer opener for the Reise, Reise Tour, and a perfect example of how Till Lindemann started singing more rather than just speak-singing. And even though I am not that fond of accordion in general, it really fits in this song.
Of course I also like how, in the Making of, Oliver was the only one who said he would like to call the album Reise, Reise. A little funny anecdote from Motor's interview with Richard and Schneider about the album shows how unsure they were about the album title:
What is the new record actually going to be called? Richard: Oh God! We had the working title: "Reise Reise". Then we went through all the old record titles again. "Herzeleid" - "Sehnsucht" - "Mutter" and then "Reise Reise"? That just sounds like shit. Then someone came up with the English translation: "Trip, Trip" (everyone laughs) - that's it! We don't have a title yet.
So yeah, Richard definitely wasn't sold on the title because of the English translation:
“The problem with that title is it roughly translates to ‘Trip, Trip’,” muses Kruspe-Bernstein. “We always base our album names on song titles, but I’m not sure if we’re going to use that. It might sound slightly stupid.”
I'm glad they listened to Oliver. As the bassist told Interia:
«As with our previous records, the title can be interpreted in any way possible. We also understand it in thousands of ways. We can travel by car, by plane. We die. Death is a kind of journey, too. There are plenty of possibilities to explain the title. First and foremost, it is a journey from beginning to end.»
Illustration: Rammstein by Frédéric Batier from Völkerball. Also, Reise, Reise live from Budapest in 2005, by Amadeus83.
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