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hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring works that i’ve read and loved during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —

໑ Do You See What I See by @allwaswell16 (T, 2k, acquaintances, veterinarian au, stray animals, vet louis) such a fun and sweet fic! Harry is so relatable because who wouldn’t want to see Dr Tomlinson as often as possible?

໑ If you like makin' love at midnight by Crlyhairedcunt / @larringiscaring (E, 2k, established relationship, domestic fluff) really cute story based on the “Piña Colada” song.

໑ Feeling, Fucking, and Falling in Love by imtiredanditswinter (NR, 2k, established relationship, historial au, pwp, read tags) i just want to make a disclaimer that even though the tags say “servant Harry”, it doesn’t mean there’s coercion for the things that happen between him and louis. having said that, this was very hot and if you enjoy smut with feelings, you’ll like this one.

໑ nights like these by localopa / @voulezloux (G, 3.7k, strangers to lovers, poor louis) this story has definitely give a new perspective (for me) to the song “Silver Tongues”. it’s so beautifully written and the angst is delicious.

໑ There's More Than Meets The Eye by @faithinwalls369 (NR, 4.5k, strangers to lovers, blind date, blindfold) such a sweet story abt a unique first date! the descriptions were so on point, and the characters were delightful!

໑ one chance (kiss him you fool) by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 5.5k, friends to lovers, 5+1 things, pining) this so fun and entertaining, and heartbreaking too with each time Louis’ intentions failed. i loved how the author portrayed Louis’ feelings.

໑ Hate is a Strong Word by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo (T, 8.7k, coworkers, hate to love, office au) this was so entertaining and funny! i feel like what made it better was to have both POVs. if you enjoy the coworkers trope, you’ll truly enjoy this one!

໑ I Still Crave It by @germericangirl (E, 16k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, chemist harry, scenting) this was so fun! i loved Louis’ obliviousness of his own feelings and the ending was very sweet.

໑ i’m still standing (after all this time) by localopa / @voulezloux (M, 22.5k, strangers to lovers, music industry au, pop punk louis, pop harry, read tags and author’s note) this was so painful to get through but i knew it would eventually get better. just bare in mind the tags please. over all, there were so great nizouis moments and the chemistry between Harry and Louis was through the roof.

໑ Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by bluegreenish / @greenblueish (E, 28k, exes to lovers (kind of), hospital au, nurse louis, doctor harry, read tags and author’s note) i absolutely loved this rendition of “Saturdays”, it hurt just in the right ways and the conclusion of the story was better than i could’ve imagined.

໑ The Prince Of Light by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 35.7k, strangers to lovers, fantasy au, garden fairies, world building, mentions of war, read tags) i don’t know how to express what i feel about this fic because it’s so precious! it made me feel warm all over, and it made me feel like living in a magic world. if you like fantasy, you’ll love this one.

໑ Where I End and You Begin by @starryhazelou (E, 42.7k, strangers to lovers, famous/non-famous, rock star harry, mua louis, please read tags and author’s notes) absolutely fantastic from start to finish. the characterisations and the details on the timeline and outfits were perfect. the tension between Louis and Harry was driving me crazy, and then the angst… it was the kind that gives you a weird feeling in your stomach, it doesn’t hurt (at least to me) a lot but it’s there.

໑ Darkest Before the Dawn by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose (E, 50.5k, enemies to lovers, university au, fashion designer harry, fashion designer louis, grief, read tags and author’s note) this was quite the journey. the tension between the main characters felt so real but i think what i liked the most about this story is the talk about grief. it’s a very sincere and realistic piece of work so you should definitely check it out.

໑ And What If I Were You by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 110k, exes to lovers, famous/non-famous au, actor harry, artist louis, blind louis) if there’s one thing you can expect from this author is to end up with a little piece of her heart with each work, and this is no exception. the story was so well structured and you can see the world through Louis’ eyes even if it sounds crazy, but the best part is that you can also see it on Harry’s and you, as well as him, will realise how normal is not for everyone. the art for the fic is spectacular!

໑ Say It Somehow by frenchkiss / @lesbidirection (E, 129k, strangers to lovers, theatre au, actor louis, technician harry, musical references) i’m in love with this author’s writing. this fic felt like watching a show, it had everything and was very entertaining. the characters were so good to each other, but in a very human non-perfect way. and at the same time, the story explores what it’s like to work in theatre from someone with experience so if you like theatre AND you like love stories, you’ll love this one!

— rare pairs / categories —

໑ We Can Enjoy It by @wemadethishome (zayn/liam, G, 715, established relationship, footballer liam, fluff) i sent a prompt to Hani abt these two playing fifa together and it was more than i could’ve expected! it’s so cute and soft, go check it out.

໑ The Full Carnival Experience by cherrylarry / @beelou (harry/luke hemmings, G, 2.4k, established relationship, carnival, fluff) this was so sweet and made me believe in the magic of carnivals again.

໑ The Gestalt of a Person by Stria (Asia117) / @nooradeservedbetter (zayn/niall, G, 2.5k, established relationship, character study, islam, homophobia) this was a beautiful story. i felt so much for Zayn, but i learned a lot through him.

໑ give me life, give me pain, give me myself again by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution (louis/joel miller, E, 2.9k, the last of us au, drama) Joel fans, you’ll love this. i don’t know much abt tlou but i felt like the vibes were amazing.

໑ the devil's backbone by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses (louis/pedro pascal, M, 9.7k, enemies to friends to lovers, historical au (1925), violence) this was so good. this author is great with historical fics, and this was no exception! the story was so well detailed and it was written with great detail without overdoing it. there’s period typical violence and mentions of past relationships and abuse.

໑ 🔒 I Couldn't Write You Off If I Tried by @homosociallyyours (girl direction marcel/louis, M, 11.4k, strangers to lovers, accountant marcel, stripper louis, taxes) the only thing i can say for myself is that this is the first time i cry because of taxes. this was sweet, soft, and sexy.

໑ The Light Out In The Madness (Hold Tight) by @lalalaartje (niall/louis, E, 46.6k, roommates to lovers, uni au, fake pretend relationship, read tags) absolutely loved this story. i could experience the beginning of their friendship and how it kept growing and growing. the fic has so many iconic moments so make sure to check it out!

#28th appreciation #hledit #hljournal #hlcreators #trackinghome #1dficvillage #*#*rec #thanks again to all the authors! you are the real mvps

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thefrogdalorian · 2 months

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Having of those moments where I wish to yeet the like button into the sun or maybe make it so there was setting you could turn on so that people can only reblog posts (even better with the minimum requirement of adding at least one tag)!!

It's kind of absurd that one of my fics is getting close to 500 notes while simultaneously being one I've had the least actual human interactions come from. Like...... come on, that's now how it should be AT ALL!

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thrilled people are clearly finding it and I guess enjoying it(??) but just having endless likes without people letting me know what they enjoyed about it or even if they liked it kind of makes me sad. That's not why I want to share my writing here!

I love having those little human connections with others. I don't ever want my writing to feel transactional. I would love to talk to more people about things I've written. It's truly one of the best feelings and I would hate to lose that, the more I write or the more notes my fics get. Please don't be shy!! I get the social anxiety, but there is no reason to be. I am truly just a Din Djarin obsessed loser.

Anyway, whine over. I don't want to focus on the negatives here and I appreciate every single person who has ever left a positive interaction with something I've written. You are truly a light!

#i don't JUST like posts too often #really the only posts i dont reblog but like are to save for later or if it's too personal/explicit #or i guess i have nothing to add and OP has said it all yknow #but if i see some writing or art i love then hell yeah i always force myself to add at least one tag i like just so the artist/author sees #otherwise it feels like a hollow transaction and i really want people to know i appreciate their art more than just pressing a button yknow #and I KNOW it's intimidating at first to interact with others!! TRUST ME i get it and i'm still awful at it #but just one little comment can make someone feel so good about their writing... why wouldn't someone want to try that at least #especially if you enjoyed it!!! even a key smash or a string of emojis!!!#and the death of the tumblr tag is SO SAD because where else am i meant to talk to you lot?#i mean these tags are longer than my actual post and that's the beauty of tumblr #you don't have to perceive me down here but you can if you wish and i love you for that!#and it's a nice way to organise your blog to make it navigable for others #ANYWAY said i was done whining and continued whining down here so there's that LOL but i always want to interact with more people #please do not be afraid of reaching out to me! scroll through my blog for 5 seconds and you'll see what a nerdy loser i am #akdjgds i mean aren't we all here #spud rants #writing #but thanks again to anyone who leaves nice comments im giving you a (consensual) forehead smooch MWAH

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cactuseri · 4 months

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yeah yeah i know richard siken is woefully over-quoted on this site but “there’s a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that i’m about to burst into tears, right before i burst into tears,” hey what if i walk into traffic. idk why that line rips my heart out every time but it does

#literally one of my issues w poetry is i get SOOO attached to one authors style and then my brain doesnt wanna read anything else #in no particular order i like #1. siken #2. one unpublished author on here who ran a blog thats now deleted and i probably wont ever read their writing again #(thank god i bought pdfs of all their available work at the time and printed it out and bound it. thank god)#3. a boy who was one of my closest friends ever but hasn’t written back in 6 years and idk why and it hurts but i still buy his poetry books #4. the minecraft end poem #5. kafka’s depressing diary entries #of course i read more poetry than that! i think everyone should #but i cant reallyyyy get into anything else. so far.#seri.txt

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jaeyleo · 3 months

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LOCKS OR KEYS: PART 9

YOU CHOSE: KEYS: TAKE THE CAR AND ESCAPE

Your choices leave your character lost. He has no choice but to succumb to the will of his captor.

CWS: non human whumper, whumper is also caretaker, captive whumpee, failed escape attempt, sick whumpee, brainwashing, torture, dehumanization, delirious whumpee, suicidal ideation, force feeding alcohol, hallucinations and delusions of bugs crawling on and into whumpee’s body, hypnosis. let me know if i should add more!

Masterlist.

Tag list (lmk if you’d like to be added or removed, my apologies for forgetting about it the last handful of parts): @skid-row-seymour @welcome-to-the-whumpfest @the9645archives

sorry this one is kinda long, but i felt like y’all deserved a bigger part for waiting so long to hear from this series :cryface:

. . .

The keys hang on the wall, the car sits outside. It’s time to go.

In one swift motion, Chase sheds the blanket off his shoulders and snatches up the keys. He strides outside the house, making easy and confident steps down the porch. Getting in the car is easy, starting it is easy, driving is easy. For once, he isn’t afraid.

The puppet opens his eyes. Now that he’s pictured his half assed plan, he can begin the attempt.

He sheds the blanket onto the couch, feeling a rush of cold air hit his skin. For a second he pulls it back, but ultimately elects to fold it and leave it on the couch. Maybe Pseudo won’t be as angry with him if he doesn’t leave a mess. Maybe he’s just stalling.

Once finished, he begins his steps towards the keys. They’re clumsy and painful, causing him to fall into the arm of the couch before he even leaves the living room. He manages to get to the keys, and with a trembling hand, he plucks them from the wall.

He feels nauseous.

Is he really doing this?

He could turn back at any moment, and Pseudo would never know. He wouldn’t question it, because Chase would still be in bed when he got home, and the keys would still be on the wall. He could turn back. He could be safe.

But instead he opens the door, against everything inside him. He can hear his inner “Pink voice” crying inside his head, “bad idea, bad idea, bad bad bad idea!”

But he is ignored, and Chase finds himself in the driver’s seat of the car.

It takes him a few minutes to muster the courage to start it, and then a few more just to remember how. His whole body shakes in cold and fear, and he feels like he could vomit at any given second. His nervousness cracks him down to his core, splitting through every cell and piece of tissue there is to have inside a human. Once the car rumbles to life, he adjusts the mirror, and sees Pseudo in the back seat.

“Fuck!!”

Chase whips around to look at him, but finds the car empty.

The relief, the fear, the sickness, the fighting Pink and Chase, God, he can’t take it. He can’t tell if what he saw was real or fake, if he’s just hallucinating or if Pseudo’s onto him and is just toying with him. But he’s come this far, and what he can’t take even more than the situation he’s in now, is staying another day here in Denmark. He wants to go home.

Chase puts the car in drive, and starts his terrifying journey.

. . .

If starting the car was difficult, driving should be its own category of horrendous.

He’s completely forgotten how. For the first ten or so minutes he either goes too fast or too slow. He almost drives off the side of the road into the wooded areas, (which he absolutely scratches the car), and at one point, he nearly crashes when trying to turn too fast on a curve. As time passes, the sun falls farther and farther beneath the trees, to which Chase panics when trying to find the switch for the headlights. He considers pulling over for a while just to cry about it all, but he gets the hang of most of it. He gets the hang of most of it, and he drives just fine for a while, despite having no idea where he’s going.

As Chase drives and drives, he starts seeing a house in the distance. Pseudo’s house.

Did he drive in a circle?

The roads don’t curve like that, do they?

Chase speeds up, terrified to be met with this fate so soon. He hopes he’s hallucinating again.

The same woods and lake and curves meet him again. He tries harder this time around to make sure he’s careful, taking different turns as not to end up in the same place. This cant be for nothing.

The same stretch of time seems to pass for Chase, though he can’t say for sure as Pseudo’s clock is stuck at 10:05. It all feels like the same terrifying drag to him either way.

Eventually, even with his precautions, he’s met with the house again.

He speeds up once more, gripping the steering wheel as tight as he can. He tries the same plan again, taking different roads or even going straight through the woods wherever the car can fit. At this point, he’d try anything to go home.

But once again, the house appears in his view.

Tears blur his vision as he tries again. He pleads to get free, more afraid of the punishment than anything at this point. If Pseudo isn’t on to his escape, then his lack of driving skills are going to be his downfall.

Again, the house appears, and again, he tries to drive.

He cries as he keeps the car going. It’s hard to see as it is, but he might need to pull over if his emotions keep getting the best of him like this.

The next time he gets back to he house, he sees Pseudo standing there, watching him. His hands are in his pockets and he doesn’t look upset, although Chase knows better than to assume. He knows he’s been caught, and that driving would be useless now. But he cant stop, this cant be for nothing.

He drives around again, and Pseudo stays put. Their dance continues, Chase driving, Pseudo waiting, until enough turns have happened that the puppet accepts his defeat. On the last drive, the car comes to a stop, but his tears don’t.

Pseudo approaches, opening the door and tilting his head at the doll. Chase has yet to stop crying.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” says Pseudo.

The puppet covers his face, smashing tears into his fingertips. He feels like Pink. Or maybe wants to be Pink. Pseudo is nicer to Pink.

“You know what happens now, don’t you, dolly?”

Chase feels sicker and sicker. He covers his mouth just in case.

“I asked you a question, Chase.”

The name names his skin crawl. Pseudo doesn’t call him that anymore, not unless he’s in serious trouble.

“Yes,” Chase whimpers. He wipes the tears from his eyes and looks up at his captor, hoping to reason with him. “Yes, I’m sorry. I don’t- I don’t know what I was thinking, I was just scared and-“

Pseudo puts a finger to his lips. “Hush. You know where you’re supposed to go. I’ll be in there later.”

“But-“

Pseudo smacks Chase on the mouth, and the puppet shuts up. He leans in close to his doll, making sure their eyes meet and the attention is captured.

“Hush.”

He then unbuckles the seatbelt that ties Chase down, and takes the keys from the ignition.

“Put these back on your way in.”

The monster drops the keys in his puppet’s hand, and leaves him to follow his commands. But Chase is paralyzed.

He stares down at the keys in his hand, shaking like a leaf about to fall from a tree. He pictures the cellar, he pictures the garden, he pictures the car, the vague idea of children he forgets the names of. He pictures the stupidity of his decision, and how much easier his life would be had he just stayed in bed to sleep like he was told.

But there’s no point in picturing.

Chase stands up and shuts the door. With each step he takes he feels knives digging into his feet, roots trying to plant themselves in the ground to make him stay away from his punishment. He starts losing his breath from the panic, and while his hands go numb, he simultaneously crumbles to the ground. The keys find a home in the grass, and Chase’s mouth begins to salivate from the need to vomit.

He covers his mouth, trying to take deep breaths and prevent a mess. He can’t stop shaking, can’t stop crying, can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen to him.

It takes him a few minutes to gather his strength again. Soon enough, he’s entering the house to place the keys back where he found them, and heading out the back door.

He wipes the tears from his eyes and looks at the cellar. Why, why, why did he have to be so stupid? Why can’t he just listen?

With trembling hands and closed eyes, he opens the doors for his consequences.

. . .

Pseudo takes a long time to come downstairs.

Chase isn’t sure if he’s just letting the tension build, or if his punishment is being locked in here for an unknown amount of time. God knows he’s spent long enough down here, weeks at a time, and every memory makes him more and more afraid of what’s to come. He tries not to focus on that part. Instead, he drags his hands against the wall for balance while he paces.

And paces, and paces, and paces

and paces and paces

and paces.

He paces until his feet ache from the weight of his bones. Until he has to cover his face and kneel on the ground, considering ending his life before Pseudo can come down to start the pain. But that thought leaves his mind as light drips heavy down the steps, and Chase becomes a lightening bolt to sit in the chair he’s supposed to.

His eyes lock on the drain below him. There are still stains on the concrete from his own blood, but more recently, from the man who was planted in the garden. Chase shivers as he pushes the thought from his mind.

Pseudo comes down the stairs with his eyes trained on the chair, pleased to see the seat taken. His stride is easy and comfortable, but there’s some kind of itch in his fingers that twitches as he gathers tools onto his little cart. He takes his time to think about his supplies, and what is or isn’t chosen. Chase steals a glance, but turns away when he sees a stun gun thud onto the surface.

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” says Pseudo, still focused on his task. “It’s like you enjoy being punished, I don’t know. Or maybe you’re just dumber than I thought.”

He places a few other tools on the cart, but Chase keeps himself blind to what’s there. Once finished, he rolls the cart closer to his prey, and stands in front of him to speak.

“Which one is it, Chase?”

The puppet frowns, shaking his head. “I-“

A hard smack to the face cuts him off. Chase goes reeling to the side of the chair, but is yanked back by his hair. The man cries out in pain, leaning as far into Pseudo’s grip as he can to avoid extra pain.

“If you speak again without permission, I’ll sew your mouth shut. Am I understood?”

Chase nods.

Satisfied, the monster lets go, and the puppet’s hands come up to soothe the pain in his cheek and scalp. The relief is short lived, however, as Pseudo grabs his wrists to strap them to the arms of the chair with thin metal wire. It digs trenches into his skin, so he tries not to squirm.

His ankles are met with the same restraints, and he clamps his jaw down as hard as he can to avoid pleading. His eyes unconsciously drift to the tool cart and he catches the sight of a Sjambok, which he can already feel the sting of. He closes his eyes and keeps his head down, but Pseudo doesn’t like that.

“Look up. Look at the cart.”

The puppet chews on his tongue and obeys. His eyes scan over what he sees, and the pit in his stomach doesn’t stop growing.

The Sjambok. The stun gun. Gardening scissors. Barded wire. Needle and thread. A small jar of table salt. Shards from the plate he broke. Whiskey. A nail-gun.

Chase’s breath picks up as he scans the cart. Tears sting his eyes, and he chews and chews into his tongue. His head swims with the anticipation and anxiety of it all, heart thumping like a bird’s inside his chest. Once he’s gathered the sight of what will be used, he turns back to his captor to see him staring like a stalking, hungry dog.

“What do you think, trouble- maker? Was it worth it?”

The man shakes his head. He feels pathetic and afraid. He only wishes he could go back in time to stop himself from being so stupid.

Pseudo nods in response.

“Good. I’ll tell you what though, doll. Once I use a tool, I’ll put it away. But everything will be used. Got it?”

Chase’s eyes glance to the stun gun. He nods his head, feeling sick all over again.

“Good. How about you pick first then? Since you like making stupid decisions so much.”

He rolls the cart closer to Chase so he can get a better view of it, and perhaps to point with his eyes what he wants. But Chase shakes his head, a hum of fear crawling up his throat against his will.

“Hey, come now. You want to make choices, so make one. Pick something.”

The man brings his head back up to meet Pseudo’s gaze. He pleads with his eyes, with his frown. He doesn’t want to. Don’t make me, please?

Pseudo tilts his head, waiting.

“Pick.”

Chase blinks tears from his eyes and turns back to his options. He points with his eyes, and says what he wants in his head, just in case Pseudo is listening.

Whiskey.

Pseudo points at the stun gun. “This?”

Chase shakes his head. No, no, whiskey. He moves forward slightly to stare harder at the bottle.

“This?”

The gardening scissors.

Chase shakes his head again, pleading, pleading, chewing on his tongue. Whiskey!

Pseudo lands on the whiskey, and Chase nods and relishes in his relief.

“Alright...”

Pseudo opens the bottle, and presents it to Chase’s mouth. “Drink.”

The puppet obeys, drinking swig after swig after swig, until its spilling over his mouth and down his chin. He starts coughing and spitting it up, but Pseudo keeps it trained on his lips. He begins to feel like he’s drowning in the alcohol before it’s pulled away, and Chase’s throat is left to burn like a hungry fire while he coughs out the poison.

“Catch your breath… it wasn’t that bad.”

It takes him a few minutes of back patting and condescending encouragements to finally settle down. He tries breathing through his mouth to calm the burning in his throat, but Pseudo takes it as an excuse to pour more poison into his body.

The same motions repeat, and the bottle is halfway gone by the time Pseudo pulls it away again. But the cap goes back on, and just as Pseudo promised, its put on the bottom shelf of the cart.

“That was an easy one… so I think I’ll pick next.”

He picks up the nail- gun, and places it to Chase’s shin.

The puppet sits up, and the wire that holds him down digs into his skin. With eyes wide and breath fast, he shakes his head, clamping down his jaw to keep himself from speaking up. His tongue endures more abuse from his teeth.

“Which leg pressed the gas?”

Chase shakes his head again, tears falling down his face as the fear takes over him. Please, please, no. He shrivels into himself like a raisin, and the wire once again digs deeper and deeper into his flesh.

“Which leg, dolly? Point with your eyes.”

The doll sobs a little harder, shaking his head.

“No? Maybe I’ll just hit both, then…”

His eyes shoot open to stare at his right leg, tears blurring his vision. At this Pseudo chuckles, tilting his head and keeping his eyes on the doll’s face.

“I’m just messing with you,” he smiles. “But it would’ve been very interesting had you pointed at your left.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, a nail goes shooting through Chase’s tibia. It digs down as deep as it can get, cracking the bone with the force.

He screams as loud as he can muster. His already burned throat doesn’t do well with the strain, but its even worse when another nail goes shooting through just below the first one. He can’t stop himself from crying about it.

The nail- gun drops into the bottom shelf, and Pseudo calls his puppet back to focus. He coos at him, tapping his face, until Chase gets the hint.

“It’s your turn, puppet.”

The doll looks at his leg. His pants are soaked with blood and alcohol, but he cant see the nails from this angle. Perhaps thats a good thing.

He turns back to the cart, and makes his choice.

Salt.

Pseudo points at the Sjambok. Chase shakes his head.

Pseudo points at the gardening scissors. Chase shakes his head, leaning closer to the salt.

He points at the stun gun. Chase loses his breath, and leans even closer.

Salt!

“Mh, I’m just not sure what you’re saying. I suppose I’ll pick..”

Pseudo picks up the glass shards, and starts shoving them one by one into Chase’s thigh. He uses the last one to give his doll’s cheek a little cut, and tosses it into the cart. The remaining shards stay planted in flesh like sprouting seeds. It hurts, but it feels like a break compared to what he just felt.

Next, Pseudo picks up the Sjambok, and stands up.

“Lean forward.”

Chase groans, shivering. He feels dizzier and dizzier, and the world feels harder to navigate. Is he getting drunk already?

“Don’t make me ask again, dolly. You don’t want this to hit your face, do you?”

The doll succumbs and does as he’s told. Once he’s in position, Pseudo waits to watch his puppet just breathe. His chest rises and falls fervently in his lap, just barely grazing the glass. After enough tension builds to make Chase whimper, he strikes his back hard.

A large slice of blood erupts from the source, and the doll screams into his knees. Another three strikes are given, and the Sjambok is tossed to the floor.

Chase sobs like a child. He can’t get enough air in his lungs, and the tears seem to be never ending. Everything already aches, and there’s still so much to do. He feels dizzy and faint, unsure if its the blood loss or the alcohol, or both. But before he can get his bearings again, the wounds on his back sting bad enough for him to wail all over again.

Salt, salt, salt, like trails of snow, poured into his open wounds. Pseudo holds the back of his neck to keep him in place.

“Stop!” Chase weeps, squirming and crying like it’ll do something useful. “Please, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry!! Please stop!”

Pseudo clicks his tongue three times, finishing the last row and putting the salt away.

“You just can’t get enough of this, can you, sweetheart?”

Chase sits up once free, writhing in pain. He sways as the alcohol takes over the remaining of his control, and the pain takes its place close behind. He can’t press his back to the chair, but cant lean forward, either. Everything hurts. He’s too dizzy, he feels drunk already. His wrists ache and look as red as his crying face does.

Pseudo plucks the needle and thread from the cart.

“Quiet, dolly, or this will hurt a lot more than you’d like it to.”

“Nonono, please, please!” he weeps. “I wont do it again, I won’t ever do it again, I’ll do everything you say, I’m s— ah!!”

Pseudo smacks Chase on the mouth hard enough to shove his back into the chair.

“Enough. You’re being awfully stupid..”

The needle comes up from his bottom lip first, snaking its way to the top lip. Row after row, sob after sob, every sound that comes out of Chase’s mouth becomes muffled. Blood drips down his chin to follow the paths that the alcohol took beforehand. The salty tears sting the cut on his cheek, and whatever wound from the stitches that they can get into.

The gardening scissors cut the remaining thread, and both tools are tossed to the bottom of the cart. At least his fingers wont have the same fate as Richie’s.

The next tool that’s chosen is barbed wire. Pseudo uses it to wrap around Chase’s torso and arms, making sure to roll up any clothing so the razors meet his skin instead of fabric. Then, the stun gun finds his hand.

Chase’s head swims. He shakes his head, his cries becoming weaker but more afraid by the second. He’d take anything over the stun gun. Even the nail- gun. The sensory hell that comes from electricity is simply too much for him to take right now.

“Readyyyy?” Pseudo sings. “You’re almost done.”

But Chase isn’t, nor will he ever be, ready for the stun gun. He shakes his head again, a pathetic sob bubbling up from his throat. He sinks deeper into the chair, regretting everything he’s done within the last two days. He wants to wake up in the attic with the sun on his face and be confused about what’s happening again. He wants to be hypnotized and treated like a doll, to be coddled and loved and doted upon for whatever fucked up reason Pseudo has for doing it. He wants to be Pink, he wants to be Pink, he wants to be Pink.

Pseudo aims at Chase’s shoulder, and shoots.

His entire body tenses up from the electricity. What little control he had before has now left him, and he is left to scream and endure for 10 seconds.

15.

20.

Chase opens his eyes to see Pseudo standing over him. He can’t breathe, he cant see, the world swims and twists in his eyes. The room spins and there are fire ants crawling across his entire body, with burrows dug deep into his flesh. He looks down at himself, seeing bugs crawling all across his skin.

“Mmm- mmmm!!!”

Chase writhes and hollers like his life depends on it. There are bugs on his skin!! He can feel them burrowing into his flesh, into his shin, his wrists, his torso, his mouth, his thigh!!!!! They’re everywhere!!!

He screams and screams and screams as they take over his whole body, making a home inside every space they can. Pseudo grabs hold of his doll’s face, forcing his eye contact and attention.

“Settle down,” he commands. “You’re alright. Deep breaths, Pink. Deep breaths.”

He keeps squirming and fighting, keeps sobbing and sinking deeper into the chair as the bugs eat him up like candy. But Pseudo comes soothing, and kind, and Chase feels heavier and heavier until the whole world feels too far away to focus. But Pseudo is there, and Pseudo is helpful. Pseudo gets the bugs away.

“You’re okay, Pink. Listen to me now, deep breaths. You’re all done.”

All done? All done?

Pink shivers. He remembers what he did, how stupid and dangerous that was. He can’t believe he’d do such a thing, especially when an angel like Pseudo is here to take care of him. What’s wrong with him?

Pink whines as he’s set free from his restraints. As all the barbed wire is peeled from his body and the glass shards are plucked out one by one. He sighs, especially thankful, when he’s able to take a breath through his mouth as the thread is cut away. He has no choice but to lean into Pseudo when scooped up into his arms, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wants to be good now, and he’ll promise that once he’s allowed to speak again.

“You’re alright, Pink. I’ve got you back now, hm? You’re alright.”

Pink whines once more, feeling overwhelmed with the urge to fall asleep.

. . .

Oh, his head hurts.

Where is Pseudo?

Pink opens his eyes to find himself alone in his room. His body feels heavy and beaten, and everything hurts. Upon seeing the sun shine through the window, he is overcome with a wave of nausea so strong that he has to lean over his bed. When he tries to sit up, however, the pain in his back and ribs is enough to make him cry out. The nausea gets worse until he gags, covering his eyes and mouth and pretending Pseudo is there to coach him through it. Once it passes, he opens his eyes, half expecting to see Pseudo already there and waiting.

The puppet groans, observing his empty room. He wants to call out for Pseudo, but closes his mouth upon remembering he’s not supposed to speak. He wishes he could ask for some water, or a hug.

Instead he asks for attention by knocking on the wall. Everything in his body hurts, so standing up to make noise doesn’t feel like a safe option for him. He just hopes that Pseudo notices soon, whether that’s through annoyance or wanting to be by his puppet. He can’t take much longer without seeing his angel.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, says Pinks room.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

The knocks are eventually returned at the door, and Pink hears a key turn into the lock. The door opens, and Pink smiles dopey and adoring.

“Ps-“ he starts, before covering his mouth. He wants to say sorry, but then he’d have to say sorry for saying sorry, and then sorry for saying sorry for saying sorry. So he just clamps his jaw shut, and prays that Pseudo forgives him for his near mistake.

“My Pink,” Pseudo croons. The key is concealed inside his pocket, and he makes his way towards his doll. “Do you feel sick this morning?”

Pink nods, sighing and relaxing when Pseudo comes to sit beside him. As if that weren’t enough, Pseudo runs a hand through Pink’s hair, and the doll leans as far into his touch as possible. He wants moments like these to last forever.

“Poor thing… but you’ll be good now, won’t you? No more slip ups like yesterday.”

Pink’s face burns in embarrassment. He can’t believe what he did; the regret consumes him. He shakes his head, holding Pseudo’s hand and kissing his palm to show his devotion.

Pseudo smiles and runs his hand through Pink’s hair, and the puppet basks in the attention. He can’t get enough of it. He isn’t sure why he ever tried to leave in the first place. Stupid, stupid puppet.

“That’s precious.. but, I have to make sure you’re being honest, don’t I?”

Pink nods. That makes sense, and he’ll do anything to prove himself.

“Good. Because if you’re good..”

He runs a hand through Pink’s hair, and a thumb across his cheek bone. The puppet melts.

“Then I’ll bring you back home, and I’ll spoil you rotten.”

Pink smiles. This time, he blushes from contentment. From adoration.

“But if you’re bad, if you show me you want to escape again, I’ll make sure you end up alone. No one will take care of you.”

Pink frowns, afraid. He points at Pseudo, and shakes his head. Not even you?

“You’ll be alone, Pink. Out of your head,” he pets Pink’s hair again, “and all alone. Do you understand?”

Yes. Pink nods.

“Good. Then I should see you soon, dolly. Don’t fret about it when you get there, hm? Nothing to be afraid of if you’re a good puppet.”

Pink wants to ask where he’s going, but is left to wonder until it happens.

#good god #i’ve been writing this for almost 7 hours #i hope u guys enjoyed and again im so sorry its so ooooo long #i jsut wanted to make up for that long long hiatus #like i know thats pretty common for this series and like #other authors in general #but i want to start posting more consistently #cos i like this series a lot and i love hearing your guys’ opinions on it too #anyway #im so sleepy #sorry if there’s any mistakes in there #thank you guys for being so so supportive and patient #you all motivate me to keep writing this so thank u <33 #locksorkeysgame #choose your own adventure #choose your own story #puppet pink #pseudo #my writing #ill probably add more tags tomorrow #wish me luck on my exam i wrote this instead of studying for it lololololol #whump writing #whump #whump community #whumpee #whump series #whumper #whumper is also caretaker #hypnosis whump

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ankh/eiji + high school AU, i don't know them too well but i feel like it could be an adventure

Ankh was right where he always was: sitting atop the highest point of the school's roof and surveying the surrounding area, with his iPhone in hand, scrolling away.

Eiji was pleased to know that he didn't run off to a completely new location, but was still absolutely dumbfounded at how Ankh hadn't been expelled yet, given how little he actually showed up for class, he was extremely lucky the principal was such a strangely lenient man— "Come on we have to get to class."

Ankh scoffed, preening at his curls, eyes still attached to the screen of the phone— until he glanced down at Eiji, "Buy me ice cream today, maybe then I'll consider it." just exactly what Eiji thought he'd say, it was all but their routine at this point.

#thank you so much ness for letting me indulge with these two that I love so much <3 It was fun brainstorming for this last night #this was really fun to put together! I tried to make it actually three sentences this time #some fun authors notes:#yes kougami is the principal! ankh is still a greeed too #its like kougami made a school for the greeed. instead of studying about the kaijin the kaijin are the ones studying #if kougami and his foundation actually ran a school man it would be an insane learning environment #and thats all i got so far in terms of world notes + how things would work (for now. i have a feeling this will continue growing in my head #thank you so much again for the ask friend!!#kamen rider ooo #linky's fics #answers #matadorofheart #kougami school au

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projectchromie · 2 years

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@thirteenyasmin This paragraph has just ended my life, thank you.

#avatrice #im losing my fucking marbles #instantly favorited #thank you for the food #you goddamn genius you’ve done it again #please support the author on ao3 #explosivesky on ao3 #all of her works are fantastic

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sidekick-hero · 1 year

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you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for

NEW CHAPTER JUST DROPPED ON AO3 🎉

Once again, things escalate when @legitcookie and I write on our fic I wore his jacket for the longest time and after almost 10k of pure smut (with a lot of feels) we decided to share this smuttie goodness as a stand-alone chapter. It still hits harder if you read the whole fic though 🫠

This chapter is pure smut. Consider yourself be warned (or enticed, whatever floats your boat).

Also, if you want to listen to some amazing music while reading this fic, our beloved discord wife (Jen) and Schwester (me) @yournowheregirl created an amazing Playlist for this fic. It hits all the feels, so give it a listen.

Sneak peek under the cut:

As soon as the door closes behind them, Steve pushes Eddie against the door with his body, pressing them against each other, their lips never breaking apart. As much as Steve has wanted this for the last three years, ever since Eddie asked him to leave, he keeps it slow. Gentle. Just a closed-mouth press of their lips, slowly dancing over each other's skin as if they have all the time in the world.

And they do. Because this time they're not on borrowed time. This time no one is waiting for either of them. This time it's real.

Eventually they have to pull apart because they're both smiling so much it's hard to continue kissing. So, Steve pulls back a little, still beaming, and finds Eddie's eyes looking at him with such warmth that it warms Steve to the last atom. His beaming face turns soft and he nudges his nose against Eddie's. "Hi."

Eddie's hand cradles Steve's face, his thumb stroking Steve's ear, making him shiver. "Hello, handsome."

Steve circles Eddie's wrist with his fingers to keep him in place and turns his face into Eddie's palm to plant a soft kiss on his skin. A hushed Steve escapes Eddie's lips, his voice full of wonder. The moment reminds Steve of the last time he had Eddie pinned against a door. It's eerily reminiscent, but also the farthest thing from what they had been to each other back then.

Still, the strong sense of déjà vu makes Steve ask, "Do we need to talk about this?"

Eddie's eyes search his face, lingering on his mouth for a second too long to be casual, before locking eyes with Steve. "Yeah, we do. Later, though. Right now, all I need to know is that you want this. Want me. The rest we can talk about later,” his eyes drop back to Steve's lips, “After."

Steve leans back in, his lips a breath away from Eddie's as he whispers against them, "I've never wanted anything, anyone, more than this," before sealing their lips together again. This time it turns heated quickly, too much pent-up desire, feelings too big to put into words for now, so they let their bodies do the talking again. There will be time to talk about this. Later. After.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steddie smut #my writing #I'm so happy and proud of how this turned out - Jen and I poured everything into making this as mushy and tender as possible #it was so much fun writing this and finally allowing our boys to be together again after all that angst and pain #REJOICE THERE WILL BE ORGASMS #thank you to my favorite co-author in the whole wide world I never thought writing could be THAT MUCH FUN

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chaotic-neutral-knitter · 7 months

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adhd is switching health care plans when you have two months left of your birth control and knowing you need to find a new primary care doctor but putting it off because you still have one refill left but then you forget to pick up the refill from the pharmacy and they don't let you refill it again so now you've got two weeks to find a doctor and it's a saturday so they're not calling you back and it's going to be a three month wait before an appointment for sure so you call your sister bc she has a california medical license even after moving away but she can't prescribe stuff since a law changed so she recommends an online thing and it's surprisingly affordable so you pay $60 for a three month supply and the doctor gets back to you so you'll have an appointment in january thank god and the online pill ships in time so it's in your mailbox the day after you run out of pills so you just have to go get it but you don't. and now you've started your period.

#cool cool cool cool cool #it's in my fucking mailbox i am home all day why didn't I just go get it 🫠#oh and also my adhd meds are in prior authorization hell so I'm rationing them again which is why this fucking happened!!#thank god my primary form of birth control is being very fucking gay #my nonsense

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searchingforshinies · 1 year

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cleaning out the old ao3 inbox as a form of procrastination-

#it reached 36 #again #askdjhkjsahdkjsdhjkhdkhdk #certain people should prepare for spam-#*cough* dragon *cough*#i seriously appreciate everyone who interacts with me on ao3 tho XD #(I thank all the nice authors i keep spamming with comments for their patience XDXD)

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astrxealis · 9 months

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okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#my writing in 2020 is a lot different than my writing now even! especially so compared to my writing from 2010s #reading a lot of media is also really important :] i always read a lot of books BUT i only started to really read poetry since the pandemic #which were uh basically my early teenage years so idk if i'm a good example for this bcs childhood brain development and stuff (???)#BUT STILL ..... playing games like ffxiv and being really invested in the lore and writing + reading more poems and being fascinated with #more authors and pieces of literature + expanding my general vocabulary knowledge whatnot ... it all really goes a long way!#oh man i'm pretty proud of myself actually. i do love my writing. as imperfect (as all things are) it is.#i had a lot of Pauses with writing throughout my uhh relatively short life thus far since i'm NOT yet an adult and all aha but yeah!#so bless ffxiv again for bringing back my writing spirit... and other medias and whatever <3 #rn i have to thank bg3 for bringing back my Creative Spirit bcs i've been writing a lot more again and having/working on my creative ideas!!#okay i just wanted to ramble a bit lol ^_^ there!#idk my being a writer is very important to me. and my journey as one too.#i want to make a book one day! most feasibly would be to make a collection of short stories :] a bit similar to 'm is for magic' maybe bcs #i grew up with that lol neil gaiman i adore you <3 #i have a very special original world in my head but i am a little selfish and want to keep them all to myself... oops. or who knows!#anyway i have a lot of ideas and i adore writing and literature sooo much <3 #anyway. okay. leaving it here.#cheering on every writer author whatever out there !!! unless you're a sucky person of course yuck bigots but yeah ^^ <3 #huge writing inspo for me is uhhhhhhhh. thinking #ffxiv! does ffxiv count. esp drk quests. and shb as a whole. and then... edgar allan poe? neil gaiman? yeah?#can't remember anyone else good gods but i love vivid and imaginative storytelling and writing descriptively :] a bit of prose but also #quite simple in its eloquence (???) unsure honestly oh gods anyway BYE rambles over apollo signing off beep boop AGHHHHH (screams)

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aroaessidhe · 1 year

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2023 reads // twitter thread

City of Nightmares

1920s insp fantasy city where people can turn into their worst nightmares if they don’t take dream-preventing medication

a girl with anxiety & pstd from her sister turning, living in a maybe-cult, ends up in the centre of a criminal conspiracy

you can pry a platonic reading of the main relationship out of my cold dead hands

#City of Nightmares #aroaessidhe 2023 reads #i really enjoyed this!!!#maybe theres some eh thigns about it but i have decided to love it. thanks #it definitely kept going in directions i wasn’t expecting #i think i enjoyed the first half more in terms of plot direction tho?#a lot of times i had to just stop what i was doing and make a face jdghkjfs #girl u sleep curled up in the closet……#also sy bestie you are so kovit-coded. he just has daddy issues instead of mommy issues #i respect an author with an agenda #also #alloromantics are so fragile. theres so many reviews like ‘this character went on a SEVEN PAGE RANT about how TERRIBLE relationships and mon #monogamy are’ ‘the author’s SHOVING her views about HATING ROMANCE into her book AGAIN’#bro…..literally there’s just some musings on being sad when your friend abandons you for a relationship and personally not getting it #and how romanticisation of abuse is bad……….it is not that blatant and also all perfectly reasonable….#and then there’s people butthurt about the ending of MoM. like wow so sorry a series ended in friendship instead of a romance.#sucks there’s no other books in the world that do end in romance. i can’t imagine what it would be like to not be able to find books like th #at.#no romance #***probably i guess we'll see how book 2 goes #at the very end her other friend teases her for ''liking'' him and shes like yeah hes my friend.#which is of course One Of Those Tropes #but idk.....i think i trust the author...#also wait i said sy but is it cy. i listened to the audiobook

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sinking-into-mist · 7 months

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I associate with Olli with classic incense scents patchouli or sandalwood: sweet, rich, soft, earthy. I used to burn quite a lot incense when I was younger and these were my favourite scents 💗

For Joel I'd say fresh and sporty scents, generic "blue" scent that you can find in men's shower gel 🌊

Joonas is more flower scent guy: rose, lilies or even peony 🌹

I believe both Tommi and Niko like classic manly scents, forest and smoke 🌲

Aleksi has said he has a certain vanilla and whisky scented aftershave which I'm not a fan of.. I like to think vanilla and coffee would suit him well too! ☕

THANK YOU you are a lifesaver! 💖💖 All of those sound very good and "in character"!

Sweet, rich, soft, earthy is definitely the right scent for Olli! I think the next time I go to a bigger store I'll have to find some patchouli and/or incense or maybe aftershaves containing those scents, because I'm not quite sure what they're like but you made them sound good 😄👀

I agree, fresh and sporty for Joel 👌

Ooh Joonas and flowers made me think of a shower gel I had and loved, it was rose and bergamot - such a nice scent, and would fit Joonas very well! 😊

Absolutely classic manly forest scents for both Tommi and Niko 👌 More earthy for Tommi, and maybe for Niko a hint of citrus or some flowers?

Okay I didn't remember Aleksi saying he has that aftershave, and for some reason I was imagining something more like, earthy and warm but also notes of citrus? 😄 But sure, vanilla and whisky or vanilla and coffee seem fitting too! 😄

#again thank you! ❤️#lots of good ideas and also good words for describing scents!#patchouli/sandalwood/rich earthy scent are all way better descriptions than 'olli's scent was like author's high school crush's scent 🤷‍♀️'

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crazy-fangirl2524 · 11 months

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Every once in a while I remember light fires at night (to push back the void) is taken down and I just want to throw myself off a cliff

#everyday I thank and curse god that I am lucky enough to have read the masterpiece before it is gone forever but at the same time I’m cursed #with the knowledge that I will never ever read a fic as great as that ever again #ignorance is bliss those who are too new to the fandom will never know this masterpiece but oh those poor souls they are missing out #if you know what I’m talking about congrats you are a certified veteran aftg fan #that fic fr rewired my brain chemicals and I just (thank god u downloaded the fic LMAOOOO I CAN REREAD IT ANY TIME AHAHAHAHAH)#if lessons in cartography is ever taken down this fandom will fr go down in flames #i Hope the author inthesea is doing well I love them #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #aftg series #aftg fandom #aftg incorrect quotes #aftg fanfiction #aftg fanfic #aftg fic #tfc fanfiction #tfc fanfic #tfc fic #aftg headcanon #aftg hc #aftg reread #aftg trilogy #tfc incorrect quotes #tfc textpost #tfc shitpost #aftg shitpost #aftg textpost #aftg thoughts

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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Sorry about the late reply haha, but I'm absolutely thrilled to hear you enjoyed reading my last ask!

About RGGJo (I've been been calling him a variant of that for ages too, but if I ever slip up and call him Jou, it's out of habit; I like to differentiate them by RGGO and 7's different official romanizations lol), I'd actually say it's not at all hyperbolic to describe him as relaxed. If you ever have a moment, I think going through his voice lines is one of the best ways to get acquainted with his character in a short time! (Article might be a little rough, I basically speedran it all in a day just to show you lol; also a lot of them are uh........ let's say borderline flirtatious)

That said, it is much less apparent before the timeskip. To go on a bit (or a lot) of a tangent, I think that kind of relates to something I've noticed about their relationship with authority. Which is to say, it feels like they have a tendency to walk on eggshells with regard to authority figures. I think that might be the single most consistent thing between their characterizations.

You do see that directly with Arakawa, of course. It's something established really early on for both of them. You can tell right away from Jo's sheepish look when Arakawa walks in on the yubitsume fiasco or RGGJo freezing up when Arakawa walks in on the equivalent scene that he's someone they genuinely seek approval from as an authority figure. And, y'know, 7 has that micro-interaction with Arakawa only needing to put a hand on Jo's shoulder to stop him, whereas RGGO has Mitsu directly stating that the only person who's able to calm him down when he's on a rampage is Arakawa. Honorable mention to the substory where Ichi stops RGGJo from killing some guy by saying it'd put Arakawa in a bad mood.

But I think the clearest example sort-of-outside of Arakawa, one that's more insightful with regard to authority in general (since you could say of course he respects Arakawa specifically), is actually from Ryuji's RGGO story. There was a fair amount of confusion, right, because it's canon to the console timeline, but they hadn't implemented the Arakawa Family's 7 sprites, and they used the RGGO ones. So the funny thing is, I could tell right away that everyone was supposed to be their 7 selves based on characterization

I did take the time to look over all of RGGJo's voice lines from the link you provided oh my god you weren't kidding about making quick edits i checked the log date and you were making changes just a few hours ago, bless you and your work fr and yeah no, his voice lines definitely give off a different feel from Y7Jo (and definitely no joke about the more 'flirtatious' lines- evidently as someone who's mostly perceived Y7Jo it's jarring to say the least. Not that I'm complaining, it's incredibly interesting to see the difference)! It's almost funny to me how different their personalities seem, I wonder what made RGG decide to conceal his more 'playful' personality..

In regards to his relationship with authority- or I guess I want to talk more specifically about with Arakawa- the backstory each Jo has offers different avenues for explanation as to why he's so readily obedient.

I have to make a disclaimer right now and say I'm not totally caught up on Ichi's RGGO story (I stopped just after their fight on the rooftop), so maybe more background to Jo is given. Nevertheless, for RGGJo, his reasons for being obedient aren't exactly clear aside from respecting Arakawa's influence/power (as noted by his irezumi, I'm pretty sure). On that note though, I haven't seen the bit from Ryuji's story- something I'm definitely going to look into once I get some time this week (and it's neat that the Jo's are distinct enough from each other that you can discern which iteration it's supposed to be despite the sprite used: I'm excited to see that for myself!).

Inversely, the context that Arakawa has been taking care of Jo's son offers a more concrete form of an explanation as to why he's compliant. It's not bad to assume I think that Jo genuinely respects Arakawa's authority, but it's that added context that adds an extra layer to his behavior.

#long post #fave #snap chats #what a better way to start the day than talking about jo thank you for another fun ask !!#i feel like making some stretches tho- left em out of the main text so i dont look TOTALLY insane #ill just look silly down here LMAO #but back to Y7Jo since im the most familiar with him and have had more time to ponder him #i feeeeel like making some psyche-related reaches for his reaction to authority #it's noteworthy that jo came from an abusive household even if he did runaway when he was 14/15 years old #and the effects of that feel the most apparent whenever aoki yells at him #he doesnt try to say anything or even apologize- he looks sheepish and stands quietly until aoki's done #it could just be the projection coming out but it's not uncommon for kids to let their parents scream at them #because what can they do? their parent is the authority figure so their input isn't valid #ironic im saying all that when referencing /aoki/ and /jo/ but it's a cruel irony now isnt it #BUT thats all of my silly rambling. again this is more theorizing than anything im super concrete on #i blame having had to do my psyche paper this weekend but id be lying if its not somethin i think bout a lot #its just not something id try to pass as hard fact to anyone #in any case thats all i have to say :) thank you again for the ask !

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