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Hey guys! I've been having a tough time with Ivy's characterization, so I thought I'd share with you all the scene that would correspond to the song "Portrait of a Girl" in the bare novelization and see what you guys thought of it. How does it come off to you? I wanted her to be conflicted - enjoying the attention she gets, liking to have fun, good-natured - but also craving to be known on a deeper level. It would mean a lot if you guys left a comment, here or on AO3!

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Bare: A Novelization

Here's my newest preview of the bare novelization WIP. This is most of the scene "Promise". It's a little long, so if you enjoy what I have here, there's a link at the bottom to read the rest of the scene. (Please let me know what you think!! It motivates and inspires me so much!!)

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Jason closes his eyes. He's sorry, he really is, sorry in a hundred different ways for the way that he treated both Ivy and Peter, but he can't go back, he can only go forward and she just won't let him go. She just won't understand.

"I'm sorry, Ivy," he says, trying to keep his voice kind. "We can't be together - I changed my mind and I'm sorry. I don't feel the same."

"But - "

"Listen, Ivy, I'm so stressed right now, I've got so much going on, I just - can we just leave things at this and move on? Please?"

Ivy pauses for a second, her pretty eyes filled with hurt, but then she sets her jaw and her expression darkens.

"Move on? You want to just move on? Well, think about this, Jason. When we … you know, before break … we weren't safe. So how exactly do we move on from that?"

Jason glances at his watch and makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. He wants to be nice, to be understanding, but she's just not getting it and he doesn't have time for games.

"What do you want from me, Ivy? I've got to do this speech and run these lines and I don't have time for this."

She snorts, looking angrier than he thinks he has ever seen her. "You're worried about your speech?! Let me help you, Jason. You know what I'm saying! I know you know - you got me pregnant!"

The world tilts, there's no other word for it, as the word pregnant smacks Jason in the face. It's impossible. Absolutely impossible. Right? This could never -

"You still worried about your speech?" she asks bitterly. "Put that in your fucking speech. Nothing more real and raw than this! Pat yourself on the goddamn back!"

"No," Jason says, his face pale. "Shit - this…" He runs his fingers through his curls and then rounds on her, jabbing his finger at her. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"What?" she cries. "Me? You - you're the one who, who - "

Her voice breaks partway through her sentence, and her angry mask crumbles alongside it. She's hurt, so hurt and scared and so, so alone, and Jason can't help but reach out to her and pull her into his arms, soothing her even as his brain works a million miles an hour.

She looks up at him hopefully, and Jason feels a dark dread inside him. "But we're in this together, right, Jason?"

Pull it together, asshole, he commands himself. You did this.

"We'll get through it," she chokes out. "And Jason, I still love you. I love you."

Is this it? Is this what you wanted? he asks himself angrily. Here it is, you big man. She's beautiful and she's yours.

"Maybe... I know you don't love me right now … I know. I get it. But maybe someday you can..."

For a minute, his life with Ivy flashes in front of his eyes. An unplanned pregnancy would be bad, but not disastrous in his family's eyes, not if they did the right thing and got married right after graduation. Ivy would have an adorable baby and he knows she would be a good wife, supporting him and loving him but not pushing him too hard, never pressing him the way Peter did…

It's the thought of Peter that brings him back. Peter loved him, loved every inch of him, but now that Ivy is pregnant, God, who knows…

But he's still holding Ivy, his mind racing for what to say and what to do, when he hears a cough from the doorway and they both look up to see a furious Matt Lloyd standing there.

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Bare: A Novelization

Here's my newest preview of the bare novelization WIP. This is most of the scene "Promise". It's a little long, so if you enjoy what I have here, there's a link at the bottom to read the rest of the scene. (Please let me know what you think!! It motivates and inspires me so much!!)

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Jason closes his eyes. He's sorry, he really is, sorry in a hundred different ways for the way that he treated both Ivy and Peter, but he can't go back, he can only go forward and she just won't let him go. She just won't understand.

"I'm sorry, Ivy," he says, trying to keep his voice kind. "We can't be together - I changed my mind and I'm sorry. I don't feel the same."

"But - "

"Listen, Ivy, I'm so stressed right now, I've got so much going on, I just - can we just leave things at this and move on? Please?"

Ivy pauses for a second, her pretty eyes filled with hurt, but then she sets her jaw and her expression darkens.

"Move on? You want to just move on? Well, think about this, Jason. When we … you know, before break … we weren't safe. So how exactly do we move on from that?"

Jason glances at his watch and makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. He wants to be nice, to be understanding, but she's just not getting it and he doesn't have time for games.

"What do you want from me, Ivy? I've got to do this speech and run these lines and I don't have time for this."

She snorts, looking angrier than he thinks he has ever seen her. "You're worried about your speech?! Let me help you, Jason. You know what I'm saying! I know you know - you got me pregnant!"

The world tilts, there's no other word for it, as the word pregnant smacks Jason in the face. It's impossible. Absolutely impossible. Right? This could never -

"You still worried about your speech?" she asks bitterly. "Put that in your fucking speech. Nothing more real and raw than this! Pat yourself on the goddamn back!"

"No," Jason says, his face pale. "Shit - this…" He runs his fingers through his curls and then rounds on her, jabbing his finger at her. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"What?" she cries. "Me? You - you're the one who, who - "

Her voice breaks partway through her sentence, and her angry mask crumbles alongside it. She's hurt, so hurt and scared and so, so alone, and Jason can't help but reach out to her and pull her into his arms, soothing her even as his brain works a million miles an hour.

She looks up at him hopefully, and Jason feels a dark dread inside him. "But we're in this together, right, Jason?"

Pull it together, asshole, he commands himself. You did this.

"We'll get through it," she chokes out. "And Jason, I still love you. I love you."

Is this it? Is this what you wanted? he asks himself angrily. Here it is, you big man. She's beautiful and she's yours.

"Maybe... I know you don't love me right now … I know. I get it. But maybe someday you can..."

For a minute, his life with Ivy flashes in front of his eyes. An unplanned pregnancy would be bad, but not disastrous in his family's eyes, not if they did the right thing and got married right after graduation. Ivy would have an adorable baby and he knows she would be a good wife, supporting him and loving him but not pushing him too hard, never pressing him the way Peter did…

It's the thought of Peter that brings him back. Peter loved him, loved every inch of him, but now that Ivy is pregnant, God, who knows…

But he's still holding Ivy, his mind racing for what to say and what to do, when he hears a cough from the doorway and they both look up to see a furious Matt Lloyd standing there.

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Turns out that in order to post my fics, I have to write them! Shocked and upset.

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Reblog if you want Bare: A Pop Opera to make a comeback like Be More Chill

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in the back of my mind I've been thinking about having some type of contest and the prize would be to add the winner into the Bare novelization as a minor character, since I'm already creating so much extra material and scenes to expand and flesh out the story into a novel.

Nothing that will change the plot but you would be a senior at St Cecilia's, mentioned a few times, described, a few lines of dialogue etc.

But I'm not sure if this is a great fun idea for us as community or the stupidest idea I've ever had, I've had such bad writer's block all my ideas seem dumb lmao anyone have any thoughts?

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I've been having horrible writer's block lately and so everything I've written recently for the bare novel seems so shitty lmao.

It would mean a lot to me if anyone who is interested in the novelization or even just bare fanfiction could head on over to AO3 and give me some feedback, thoughts, ideas, constructive criticism, anything! I'm hoping that I'll be able to break through this writer's block by engaging with my readers and fellow bare obsessives! ♡

I currently have six excerpts from the novel available on AO3 - five flashback scenes which will be used throughout the story, and one non-flashback excerpt.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/mythic_bitch_0/works?fandom_id=33578

This should link directly to the six bare fics, but please let me know if it doesnt! My AO3 account is mythic_bitch_0

Thanks so much you gorgeous humans

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New excerpt from the bare novelization: What happened when Peter went to talk to Lucas about moving dorms? How did Lucas react? What reason could Peter possibly have given him that would satisfy without betraying his secret?

I'll tell you all I know.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22913629

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I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU

I'm sorry this is so cringy lmao but the Taylor Swift song Cruel Summer gives me big Peter/Jason vibes from bare.

It's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I got

And its ooh, it's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell him

No rules, in breakable heaven

It's ooh, it's a cruel summer with you

And I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I dont wanna keep secrets just to keep you

So I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate

And I scream, for whatever its worth

'I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?'

He looks up grinning like a devil

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ever after (an excerpt in the bare novelization)

"Faggot!" Matt cries, his voice loud enough to carry, loud enough to bruise, and Sister Chantelle comes rushing back into the room. "You...faggot!"

Jason's blue eyes are hot with fury, his face flamed with anger. "The fuck did you just call me?"

"Fag!"

"Stop it now!" Sister Chantelle yells - screams - in a voice that none of them have ever heard before. Absolute silence falls as she reaches up and jerks both boys up by their ties. "Where do you think you are? Public school?" Her eyes are burning with cold fire, the usual warmth nowhere to be seen. "How dare you both! Rehearsal is over! Get out of my sight now!"

Everyone scrambles for their bags and various belongings, not daring to meet each other's eyes. Matt sees the stricken look on Peter's face and for just a second he feels a deep regret, and he almost reaches his hand out, he almost says I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I shouldn't have - but then Peter turns away, his face stone again, and Matt awkwardly backs out of the room.

What purpose did that serve? Matt asks himself angrily as he storms out of the room. How could he lose control like that? Matt, who never speaks without thinking, Matt, who plays fair and makes honest calls and would never…would never…The anger just came bubbling up, fury, absolute white hot rage at the sight of that cocky, handsome face. But that's not him, right? That's not really him. So what was that about?

"What was that about?" Peter asks Jason as everyone else clears the rehearsal room, somewhat subdued after Sister Chantelle's angry command. He's somewhat hesitant, but he thinks it would be even weirder if he didn't ask, at this point.

Jason shrugs it off, like the word meant nothing, like it didn't bruise his soul, stand the hair on the back of his neck. "I dunno."

Peter takes a deep breath. Now or never. It's now or never. In the empty space of the rehearsal room, he puts his hand against Jason's neck, and Jason almost automatically arches into the contact. "Listen," Peter starts slowly. "I had this ... dream last night. A dream, or a crazy vision, and the Virgin Mary came to me, okay? And she was kinda like Sister Chantelle, and she talked to me, and told me all this stuff about us, and my mother, and she said we needed to tell my mother about us so…. So, what are you doing for spring break?"

Jason's mouth has dropped slightly open during that speech, but he manages to recover fairly quickly. Okay. Wacky dream. It happens."Right. Okay. We gotta get going," he reminds Peter, in what he hopes is a gentle voice. "We're gonna be late for class."

Peter spins Jason around so they're face to face again. He's serious the way he almost never is, almost stern. "Jason. Stop. Listen to me."

Jason looks taken aback at the serious tone in Peter's voice, but he attempts to scoff it off - he's at a capacity right now, okay? He's trying to deal with everything, with this play and his grades and Notre Dame and Peter and Ivy and fuck, fuck, when does he get a minute? When? "Come on, Peter," Jason scoffs. "You're kidding, right?"

Peter bites his lip, and Jason has to look away - those red lips and white teeth and the pale skin - but he presses on. "No, Jase. I'm not kidding. I - I need to tell my mom. And I need you to be there when I do it."

Unfamiliar anger bubbles up in Jason. So it's that easy, huh? So it's all gonna be okay because of a dream, is that it? The voice in his head, the angry, stern voice, sounds just like Judge John McConnell, but Jason doesn't allow himself to think about that.

"Okay!" Jason starts cheerfully." Yeah, Peter, let's go tell your mother! And then, hmm, then she can tell my mother, who can tell my dad - "

"Jason," Peter whispers as Jason's sarcasm is becoming more and more biting, but he doesn't even slow down.

"So she'll tell my dad, and the two of them can rush down here for a conference with Father! Hey, you know what? Maybe I can ask for a leave of absence for Notre Dame while I deal with a - with a fucking sexual identity crisis!"

"Jason, please -"

Jason laughs humorlessly. "Or you know what, Peter? Maybe - maybe my dad will just beat the shit out of me and then disown me." He raises his shirt just an inch, just enough so Peter can see the almost-faded yellowish bruise that he had kissed so tenderly the night they came back from visitation. "Yeah," Jason continues in that horrible, sarcastic-happy voice, "Smart money says that's his first move. So, uh great idea, Peter. Let's tell her. When do we leave?"

As angry as Jason is, Peter can't stand this dismissal one more second either. He launches himself at Jason, grabbing hold of the lapels of his shirt as if he can't quite decide if he's going to pull him close or shove him to the ground.

Instead, he buries his face in Jason's chest. "Jason, I can't deal with this anymore." He's not sobbing, but the desperation is clear, note by note. "I mean, you're all I have, don't you get that? And, I have to talk about it."

"We can't talk about it - "

" I almost told the priest in confession the other day!" Peter blurts." I wasn't going to - but - "

Now Jason grabs Peter - pulling his face up so their eyes are meeting, deep, sad green and scared blue. "You what? Are you out of your mind?"

"Jason," Peter begs. "Maybe this doesn't have to be such a problem. We're graduating in three months, Jase. Three months. Out of here. No more nuns - Father Flynn - I know Berkley won't care…"

There's a silence that echoes louder than any of their angry words before. A silence that can't be taken back, apologized for, kissed better. A silence where an unbearably sad truth wells up in Jason's throat, choking him so he has to speak these foreign words that he never wanted to say.

Jason speaks slowly. "No, Peter. This is always going to be a problem."

It can't be. The words don't make sense, they don't compute - they've loved each other for four years. And so Peter asks - he has to, he just has to - "What are you saying?"

Jason's words are cold as his eyes. "This…. Us…. It's over."

No.

No.

Peter reaches out for Jason, his actions almost automatic. He leans in to Jason like he has a million times before, and Jason pushes him back - and just that slight push is enough to throw him off balance, send him sprawling to the floor.

Pain and regret flash in Jason's eyes suddenly, and he tries to reach down and pull Peter back up, because God, he never meant to push him, he wouldn't hurt him, he's just so stressed, so tired… But this time, Peter knocks his hands away.

"Who are you?" Peter asks, his voice confused and angry. He gets to his feet slowly, with no help from Jason. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"Peter, I just -"

Peter bites his lower lip. He's angry and sad and he can't quite even believe this is really happening. "You don't remember saying we were soul mates? You don't remember telling me that things would be okay, because we would always be together? You were the one who made all these rules, and had to handle everything, but you're the one who's so goddamn afraid."

Jason feels his anger flare at the sight of Peter's steady green eyes, calling him a coward again. All this is because of some stupid, nonsense dream that Peter had.

"So let me get this straight," Jason snaps hotly. “You have some magic Jesus dream or something and now it's all okay, huh? Is it so simple? Christ! I hadn't heard!”

He is angry, so angry now, and instead of backing down, Peter stands toe-to-toe with him. Jason is stronger than him, for sure, but he sure as hell is not afraid of him.

Jason pushes Peter roughly. “You need to wake up. There's no happy endings for us like this, okay? There's no happy ending for a bunch of queers.”

Jason says the word like it's disgusting - like he hates the sound of it.

Have they said it before? Maybe carelessly in the early years, Jason has called something queer or gay - but towards himself? Towards Peter?

More than anything else Jason says, the sound of him hurling that slur towards him - like it's a weapon, like it will damage him - is what causes a hairline fracture to form in Peter's heart. Faggot was bad enough from Matt - but this, this is heartbreak.

The word hangs in the air between them, crackling with electricity. Peter is ready to give another angry retort, to force Jason to face facts, but after they glare at each other for a moment, suddenly Peter's anger melts away, leaving an aching sadness and a strange sense of pity. Jason is angry because he hates the truth, and Peter doesn't - and there's nothing that Peter can do about that. He can't make Jason accept it, accept himself, and all the love that Peter has poured into Jason isn't enough to change his self loathing.

"So much for our happy ever after," Peter says softly. "So much for true love."

Jason can't speak, for a moment. He…it was love, it was, but they've just been fooling themselves thinking it could last. Sometimes the most beautiful things are made of spun sugar and glass, and they only last until the world crushes the life out of them.

Peter is just staring at him, and he's still so beautiful, but Jason resolves to stop thinking that way right now. Right now. It's over, and it's finished, and it was a beautiful dream that was never going to become their reality.

"Peter," he says finally. "Don't tell anyone."

Peter pulls his backpack up onto his shoulder and silently turns and walks out. He refuses to give Jason the satisfaction of an answer. He refuses to give him his tears.

Jason is left alone in the room, and as soon as he's sure that Peter is gone, he sinks to his knees. "Oh God," he murmurs, half praying, his vision blurring with tears he denies even to himself in an empty room. "Please, help me." His voice chokes. "Somebody help me."

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- Jason, to Peter in seventh grade, with the sexes reversed.

*11 year old lesbian voice* idk I just don’t wanna get married when I grow up. I’d rather have a girl roommate who was my best friend and also we’d eat snacks together and watch movies and she wouldn’t have a boyfriend. :/

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Salty Ask List

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Most disliked arc? Why?

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Popular character you hate?

Unpopular character you love?

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Most shippable character?

Least shippable character?

*several of these questions are taken from a list that was not rebloggable

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Bare: A Pop Opera deserves a revival!

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how many people are there in the bare fandom…..can all ten of you reblog this

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remicade day ♡

(remicade is an infusion I get for my Crohn’s disease, given in a hospital through an IV. my Crohn’s has been acting up a lot lately so if I haven’t gotten back to you or haven’t been talking and posting a lot lately, this is what’s up. thanks for all your patience I will be back asap. I have a really hard time writing when I’m sick so I’ve mostly been editing the Bare novelization instead of getting more writing done … as a writer, isnt it the worst thing when you really WANT to write but you physically cant for whatever reason?? Anyway if anyone has any thoughts or questions about the novelization please feel free to send me a message either here or on my bare blog, @ifprayerwastheanswer )

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let there be light.

Peter & Jason, sophomore year.

(Cross posted to AO3 upon request. All feedback is is super appreciated!

This is a flashback scene in the Bare novelization, pre-canon. All the flashback scenes I've posted so far are available as part of this series on the Archive. And feel free to let me know if there's any part of the novelization you want to sample or any ideas you have for it!)

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only the pop opera though, if it ever starts to get really big I vote we hide the existence of Bare: A Musical completely. erase it from the internet. never speak of it. because people would latch onto that so fast bc of the cast and then miss the beauty of Bare: A Pop Opera.

(although I did like a few of the changes that the LA version made, such as having Peter join in on the last chorus of You & I (Jason goes "You aND IIIIII......." while Peter sings "you take my hand, leaving me breathless") and the addition of the line "It's soOOOO HARD" at the end of Once Upon A Time. So I would be okay with that version too, which is apparently called Bare: A Rock Musical?? can any1 confirm?)

just saying…. if bare went to broadway it would get best musical