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rubyjcat · 2 years ago

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[Behind-the-Scenes] HELIOS Rising Heroes: Sing in the darkness - Animation Showcase

How I made the sequel to the HELIOS Rising Heroes: Animation Showcase English fandub project - titled "Sing in the darkness", and my final thoughts. It took longer than I had hoped as there were some struggles behind the scenes.

YouTube playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0UbdFyWSx0n_ewcd-t0iAB0adGe5lghH

Behind-the-Scenes for the previous fandub: https://rubyjcat.tumblr.com/post/647565364052574208/helios-rising-heroes-animation-showcase-behind-the-scene

Disclaimer: HELIOS Rising Heroes is the intellectual property of Happy Elements K.K and Cacalia Studio. This project is fanmade and does not represent Happy Elements K.K.

OVERVIEW

Timeline Scripts, Casting & Voice acting What I needed for this fandub Improvements from previous fandub Issues Miscellaneous Social Media & Reception Questions no one asked Final thoughts

TIMELINE

Early February: New Heroes were announced. I instantly knew I wanted to make a fandub sequel and scout voice actors! I started grinding four alt accounts (some from the previous fandub) to prepare to pull the new 4* Heroes from the gacha.

Late February: Sage and Nico became playable. I grabbed sample footage of their battle animations from the tutorial, translated their available battle lines and started re-writing the script and voice descriptions.

Late March to early April: Jude and Bianchi became playable. With the 12th Robins’ Quest Result line, I was able to finish Sage and Nico’s scripts and contact the VAs I had in mind for them. Grabbed & translated Jude and Bianchi’s battle lines and started re-writing their scripts and voice descriptions. Also grabbed sample in-game footage for the VAs’ reference.

Mid April to mid May: Held the casting call, reviewed auditions and the scripts during the time period. Grabbed footage from the “Rage Or Silence” stamp event for Jude’s individual clip. Started video editing. Made some last-minute script changes before casting Jude and Bianchi.

Late May to mid June: Sing in the darkness story chapter 3 (last part) was released. Grinded my alt accounts even more to be able to grab footage from the “Robber of Dawn” boss fight (the footage used was from the Sing in the darkness -link- Stamp event, although the boss was permanently added afterwards). Grabbed footage from a permanent stage for Sage’s individual clip. Lots of video editing.

Early to mid July: Started editing and adding VA lines I received. Grabbed footage from “Other Side Heroes -Good Morning-” event for Bianchi’s clip.

Took a break for about two months. During that time, HeliosR no longer worked on the emulator I used.

Late September: Despite no longer being able to emulate the game, I picked up the project again, started putting together parts I didn’t make yet such as the credits, and contacted the VAs who still owed me lines.

October: Was delighted to find out that HeliosR could be played on a a different version of Bluestacks. Recorded the “Castle of scary family!” event for Nico’s clip. I became more motivated as I received lines from the VAs. Made tons of revisions, additions, and finishing touches. I also did multiple quality checks for proportions of elements, volume of lines, subtitle text & timings.

November to early December: While waiting on retakes from one VA, I finished up the video editing, finalized social media descriptions, fixed last-minute mistakes, did further audio balancing checks, and learned how to make portrait-style videos for TikTok & YouTube shorts. I shared the videos to every social media platform I could think of. The plan was to release the individual Hero clips right after the boss battle video, but since it took longer than expected to upload the full video to YouTube (7 hours!) on top of having to make multiple shorts (had to manually edit the subtitles and the zoomed in parts to fit), I delayed the clips until the week after. It was much less stressful for me since I was able to prepare everything in advance!

SCRIPTS, CASTING & VOICE ACTING

English fan translation of battle lines: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ImWrAfvS_hgp6qr5qt30vCP63uHEk2o79uqY0h-3wL4/edit

Making the scripts was straightforward since I already had a fan translation spreadsheet made for the previous fandub and was familiar with the battle lines in-game. I recorded each battle line I found from the game, transcribed the Japanese lines by ear and translated them into English. Then I would rewrite some of them to fit the animations/mouth flaps better and/or for creativity points. I studied the characters' voices & personalities in-depth to provide accurate vocal direction as well. It was important to be faithful to the original Japanese version!

Me trying to figure out how to rewrite a line from Sage's regular burst. Also fun fact: Sage's "I'll show you!" and "Now's my chance!" during his counterattacks were extra lines I made up.

Sin, who I know from another project, and FPontaneles (a.k.a. TomatoVA), who auditioned for my previous casting call, were the ones I had in mind to voice Sage and Nico respectively, while I didn’t have anyone in mind for Jude and Bianchi prior to the casting call.

Tomato auditioned for the first HeliosR casting call! Looking through old auditions can be interesting.

I posted the casting call to both Casting Call Club and the Voice Acting Club discord with the deadline set a month away. In hopes of getting more visibility, I made sure to constantly update the deadline on CCC to keep the project closer to the top of search results.

Nico was up for auditions because Tomato didn’t respond. With the help of a fellow VA (Yan), he later responded to me in the middle of the casting call. I felt bad for those who auditioned already and closed the role early since I didn't want to waste anyone else's time.

Casting went smoothly since I was writing notes & shortlisting auditions in a document as I received them. I was worried about not being able to find suitable voices, so I was fortunate to have received a lot of good auditions! Rarely you'll find a standout who performs as if they were the character themselves, and that was the case with Brandon as Jude. Yan also surprised me with an audition for Bianchi since I didn’t think to invite him. I knew Yan since I voiced for his projects in the past, but he was chosen solely because of his fitting voice and potential.

The project was delayed significantly due to having to wait a long time for the VA lines (and retakes) that also affected my motivation. But I was determined to have this particular cast since not only did they sound great individually, they also sounded great together! These four voices put together sound like a harmony of sorts?! With some persistence, my patience paid off! It took so long, two of the VAs even had a handle/credit change during the time. For comparison, during the previous fandub, the longest I was in contact with a VA was 3 months, while in this one it took as long as 8 months!

WHAT I NEEDED FOR THIS FANDUB

A computer

Android Emulator: Bluestacks

Multiple accounts with the 4* OG 12th Robins Heroes

Recording software: OBS Studio

Video editing software: Davinci Resolve

Audio editing software: iZotope RX, Cakewalk by BandLab

Image editing software: MediBang Paint, Krita

Scripts in English

Voice actors who fit the characters

An outline of all the tasks to be done

A LOT of patience

And an audience - viewers like you!

IMPROVEMENTS FROM PREVIOUS FANDUB

(Some exceptions apply)

60 FPS cap > 30 FPS cap. Due to in-game lag and my shabby computer, footage would vary between ~30-60 FPS, but it was still better than the 30 FPS cap of the old videos. The anime part of bursts are limited to 30 FPS in-game. A few parts also capped at 30 FPS by mistake when I logged into a different account and forgot to adjust in-game settings from their defaults.

NVENC encoding > Software x264/AVC. Better and more consistent video quality during high-motion parts, at the cost of additional load on my GPU. Grabbing sample footage for the VAs' reference first proved useful as I reviewed it later and realised just how blurry it got at certain parts.

Don't use AVC quality (superfast). This is not even a JPEG.

2160p resolution > 1080p resolution in Bluestacks. Results in smoother line art quality when character sprites are far away, with an exception: I used 1080p for the bursts since 2160p made the backgrounds look strange - the colours were separated into chunks like MS Paint quality. However, since my computer resolution is limited to 1080p it probably wasn’t a big difference anyway.

Improved video edits. I learned how to use Fusion more effectively plus additional techniques such as the follower modifier for text, particles, static effects, and light leaks using a noise texture.

All of this just to make the first five seconds of the preview!

ISSUES

The process of grabbing in-game footage was another struggle. Lots of time was wasted from re-recording footage over and over due to:

Lots of lag. As stated in the previous section, footage varied between ~30-60 FPS. I re-recorded footage many times and then put together the parts that didn’t lag/glitch in certain spots. I wasn’t able to grab the Union Attack with 4* Jude without lag, so I had to edit Jude’s image into some of the missing frames manually. Also did lots of frame-by-frame editing and removing same frames that lagged for 3+ frames.

Lots of one-frame graphical glitches/artifacts. They occurred 50%-95% of the time depending on what I was trying to record. They did not go away even after adjusting NVIDIA settings and Bluestacks settings multiple times. I assumed it was due to the older Bluestacks version having issues and/or my computer’s graphics card being outdated and burnt out (it’s the same one used for the previous fandub). I left a few miscellaneous graphical glitches in the videos because why not?

One of the many one-frame glitches I would often encounter while playing. How… beautiful.

The background partially disappearing/turning white during the Union Attack. This happened during the Expert stage of the Robber of Dawn boss fight. The Normal stage still looked like something was missing but at least it wasn’t white, so I resorted to stitching parts of footage together.

The Union Attacks were one of the most laggy things in-game for my emulator and required a lot of re-records and stitching together to look right.

MISCELLANEOUS

Backgrounds/BGMs…

I planned to make this fandub before I knew if there would be any new backgrounds/BGMs to use. I didn’t want to reuse the same background/music for all videos. Good thing the release of the Sing in the darkness story chapters came with three new BGMs and a unique background - I was in awe when the final boss was revealed! I ended up not using the “normal boss” BGM because I didn’t like it much (and it didn’t come with a unique background anyway). I also anticipated upcoming events and used the ones I thought were fitting for the battle clips even if the 12th Robins were not involved in them.

Nico’s battle clip…

HeliosR no longer worked on the Bluestacks version I was using after the August 17th update. I did not think to grab all the proper footage in advance, thus I was missing footage for Nico’s clip. I thought I had to resort to using whatever test footage I had recorded previously. There was another option I tried, that is to record the game on my Android tablet, but my tablet wasn’t cut out to record (laggy, low quality, resolution was also different). I was definitely happy when I was able to play on a different version of Bluestacks again in October, and especially happy because one of my regrets was not recording the “Lock on the Lost Night” event’s background during May. The background got reused for “Castle of scary family!” in October so I definitely made use of that.

Getting the 4* Heroes…

I used my main account for the majority of footage (using 2* forms) and grinded four alt accounts - two of which I made use of in the previous fandub. I grinded each alt starting from February to get enough rubies to pull/pity for the characters in gacha, and then enough resources to make the characters strong enough for the Expert difficulty stages. I ended up with Sage 4* on the 1st account, Nico & Bianchi 4* on the 2nd, and Jude 4* on the 3rd (didn't need the 4th).

My four alt accounts before pulling on the gacha.

Lots of planning involved…

I used the nighttime version (Expert difficulty) of the backgrounds and also picked stages with a good variety of enemies. I ordered my team as Sage/Nico/Jude/Bianchi at all times for consistency. Sage and Bianchi were the leaders in the group so I always initiated an attacking turn with one of the two. During the skills phase, I planned which VA lines would play where, made sure each line would play at least once throughout the project and made sure I never used the same combination of lines twice.

SOCIAL MEDIA & RECEPTION

First of all, it should be noted that the sequel is a niche of an already niche project - this only had 4 Heroes compared to 16 in the previous fandub, the 12th Robins aren’t the most popular, and HeliosR is still a Japanese-only game. With that in mind, I was overall satisfied with the engagement it received on various social media.

YouTube - The main videos did well, although the views were a little low. It was a good idea to make shorts too - they got a handful of likes and comments scattered throughout them. Jude's 4* burst was the most popular! The good thing about YouTube is that the videos will be there long-term, so perhaps they'll get more views over time.

Look at those pretty thumbnails~

Twitter - The 1st post got only ~460 views even with the VAs supporting it. The 2nd post did better as the views shot up by ~1000%! However, I messed up by not posting the link to YouTube as the first direct comment under it which hurt the exposure to the YouTube version. I've also learned that quote retweets work, while replies to old threads don't. Good to know for future posts.

H.E. Fan Discord - We got some nice comments and likes from fans for sure!

TikTok - The clips did well. Each of them managed 200+ views but then became stale rather quickly. A few users liked multiple clips which was always nice to see. Bianchi's 4* burst was the most liked!

Instagram - A flop.

Nico Nico Douga - A flop. The preview did get 1 like though.

Tumblr - I was happy to see someone like five of the posts! Besides that, well, it’s a good place to post a bunch of text like this. xD

Some of the lovely comments and likes received! Thank you so much!! ❤

QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKED

Q: Why did you make this project?

A: It's been 3 years and HeliosR still remains a Japanese-only game. Although HappyEle's most popular work, Enstars, has seen an EN release last year, the chances of the less popular HeliosR getting one is closer to zero. This is my way of showing my love for HeliosR as an overseas fan. I also enjoy working with voice actors! They are some of the most friendliest, talented and hard-working people I've met. I'm able to learn from them to become a better person myself. Lastly, I wanted to show that English voice acting can be done well with proper direction!

Q: Will you be making more HeliosR videos?

A: Most likely no. 1. Do I wanna do it, or can I even do it? Making these videos is very time-consuming. Also, I can only make content for the 4* Hero cards I have in-game. 2. Do the VAs wanna do it? Some of them are too busy and/or no longer do fandubs, and I don't want to go through casting calls for this again. 3. As stated in the previous section, it's a niche project. To be honest, I don't think it's worthwhile to make any more of these.

Q: Will you be making any more content in general?

A: Not sure. HeliosR was the only thing I worked on for the last three years. I don’t have the same passion for anything else at the moment.

Q: What was your favourite part to edit?

A: There were lots of parts that turned out well! I love the follower modifier a lot since it made all the text flow smoothly. Light leaks are simple yet effective. I also liked the static effects for the preview video’s CGs and the Sing in the darkness logo (although it was a pain to edit, haha).

Q: What was your favourite line in the script?

A: “Who’s the weakling of the week?” in Jude’s regular Burst. The Japanese was a play on words (”yowai yatsu ni you wa nai”) which means “There’s no use for weaklings” (literal) and I wanted to retain some of that wordplay.

Q: Who are your favourite Hero(es)?

A: Gray and Sage! I for one am an extremely satisfied fan >///<

FINAL THOUGHTS

Years ago, I fulfilled my dream of a hypothetical English cast for the 13th Hero team from a beloved Japanese-only game. I’m happy to have finally made a sequel for the 12th Robins Heroes! Now it’s time to close this chapter.

I hope fans of HeliosR enjoy the Animation Showcase!

#エリオスライジングヒーローズ #エリオスr #helios rising heroes #heliosr #12th robins #sage skyfall #nico #jude ares #bianchi law #voice acting #english #fandub #fan #dub #EN #youtube

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yestolerancepro · 2 days ago

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Tolerance Project extra a long time ago in a Galaxy far far away

The Final cut

Part 3 A new Death Star a forest moon and Warrior Teddy Bears remembering Return of the Jedi

Introduction

Hello and welcome to part 4 of a 5 part blog looking at the first 6 episodes of the Star Wars saga Parts 1 and 2 covered Star Wars Episode 4 A New Hope.

Chapter 3 of the blog covered The Empire Strikes Back so Chapter 4 of this blog will cover Star Wars episode 6 Return of the Jedi.

Return of the Jedi or should that be Revenge of the Jedi ?

Did you know that Return of the Jedi’s original title was going to be Revenge of the Jedi which was a total mistake on the production team of the film

The original teaser trailer for the film carried the name Revenge of the Jedi. In December 1982, Lucas decided that "Revenge" was not appropriate as a 'true Jedi should never seek revenge' and returned to his original title. By that time thousands of "Revenge" teaser posters (with artwork by Drew Struzan) had been printed and distributed. Lucasfilm stopped the shipping of the posters and sold the remaining stock of 6,800 posters to Star Wars fan club members for $9.50. In 2005, Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith, released as part of the prequel trilogy, alluded to the dismissed title Revenge of the Jedi

Further Reading

This article from the Screenrant website lists the 15 hidden details that can befound in the orignal Star Wars Trilogy https://screenrant.com/star-wars-original-trilogy-hidden-details/

Not everything is perfect in the Star Wars film series as this article from Screenrant points out click here to read https://screenrant.com/star-wars-empire-make-no-sense-problems/

Another interesting Star Wars article from Screenrant this article covers the 10 best Star wars mistakes that were left in the final cut this peice talks about the Star Wars universe as a whole so it covers all the films and the live action Tv series you can read it by clicking here https://screenrant.com/star-wars-10-best-mistakes-movies-live-action-tv-shows/#the-book-of-boba-fett-39-s-wooden-set-is-revealed

To learn more about Star Wars concept art read this article from the Screen Rant website about 15 star Wars concept drawings that reveal an alternate version of the films click here 15 Best Unused Star Wars Concept Designs That Reveal An Alternate Version Of The Movies

The Star Wars Franchise topped Moviewebs list of 10 franchises with 4 or more films you can read the full article by clicking here https://movieweb.com/movie-franchises-with-four-sequels/#james-bond-1962-present

This article from the Screenrant website lists the 10 best moments from the original star Wars trilogy click here The 10 Best Scenes In The Star Wars Original Trilogy (screenrant.com)

An interesting article from the Collidar film website which covers the original Star Wars trilogy called 10 major flaws in the original Star Wars trilogy that are only noticeable now to read the article click here 10 Major Flaws in the Original Star Wars Trilogy That Are More Noticeable Now

Further Watching

Notes Once again thank to the following websites for their help in writing the blog Wikipedia for the background infomation Google images for the pictures Minty comedic arts for his 10 things you didn't kmow about video series Oilver Harper for his Respective review video series Mr Vintage Star Wars for the pictures of the Star Wars figures Matthew my brother for playing with me and Jogging my memory

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thecaffeinatedwitch · 3 months ago

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I affirmed, scripted and visualized about I will pass my exams with high grades but I failed.I did it 2 months but manifestation didn't work...I want to change my grades by revision. Please tell me how to do it step by step

Hey, I totally get where you’re coming from — manifesting good grades sounds amazing, right? But here’s the honest talk: manifesting isn’t magic fairy dust you sprinkle and poof straight A’s appear. It’s more like gardening. You gotta plant the seed (your assumption), water it (your actions), and give it some sunshine (your mindset).

Affirmations, scripting, and visualization are like planting seeds, but if you don’t actually study (water the plants), your garden isn’t gonna bloom. So manifesting and putting in real effort go hand in hand — they’re besties, not competitors.

Now, for changing your grades with “revision manifestation” — here’s a step-by-step plan that mixes mindset and action:

1. Assume You’re Already That Student Who Passes

This isn’t about pretending. It’s about feeling in your bones that you are capable and successful. Before you study, take a few minutes each day to imagine how it feels to get that high grade. What does your confident, relaxed self do? What’s their study routine like? Feel that energy.

2. Align Your Actions with Your Assumption

Visualizing won’t help if you cram the night before or skip chapters. Create a realistic study plan — break your subjects into chunks and schedule daily review sessions. Even 30 minutes a day beats last-minute panic. Your actions are the watering part of the garden.

3. Rewrite Your Script, But Make It Realistic

Instead of “I’m going to pass with flying colors” (which is great), add: “I am disciplined and focused when I study.” “I remember what I study easily.” “I enjoy learning new things.” These help your subconscious believe not just the end result but the process too.

4. Handle Negative Thoughts Like a Pro

When your brain throws a “I’m going to fail” thought, don’t freak out. Just say, “Thanks for the input, brain, but I’m focused on passing.” It’s like training a puppy — consistent gentle redirects work better than yelling.

5. Use Revision as Your Manifestation Tool

Manifestation here is not skipping effort — it’s believing you’re capable while you put in the work. So when you revise, get fully into the mindset: see yourself understanding concepts, feeling confident, and knowing the answers. That mental rehearsal makes actual studying stick better.

6. Celebrate Small Wins

Got through a tough chapter? High five yourself. Remember, your brain loves positive reinforcement. This builds momentum and shifts your assumption toward success.

7. Be Patient & Kind to Yourself

Manifestation isn’t a microwave meal. Sometimes the universe (and your brain) needs a bit longer to deliver. If you fail, it’s just feedback, not a full stop. Adjust your plan, tweak your mindset, and keep going.

Bottom line: Manifestation without action is just daydreaming. But action without belief? That’s burnout city. Mix the two, and you’re unstoppable.

If you want, I can help you build a personalized revision + manifestation routine that fits your style and goals. Just say the word!

Remember: You’ve got this — just need the right mindset + hustle combo. And hey, even if you don’t manifest the perfect grades on the first try, you’re already leveling up by showing up and asking the right questions. That’s huge.

Cheering for you!

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alastgoodnight · 11 months ago

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She talks for hours.

A lot of it is nothing; the minutiae of living, all the nothing she did between losing them and finding the Library. She talks about Kathleen and Parker and working at the bank, and how Cape Comet has and hasn't changed, and about the new park she's sure Hana would have loved.

She talks about Craig and Michael and Jonah, and her blog, and bedtime stories. She talks about poetry and looking for what to make to make sense.

"That was you, you know that, Mom?" The clouds are thick overhead. "I started reading bedtime stories because of you. I used to stay awake just to listen to you read them." She sighs, and looks at her father's name. "And I'd stay up just a little longer to feel you kiss my forehead goodnight. And Hana, I always woke up early so I could beat them to waking you."

Her voice trembles. "I love you all so much. Isn't that wild? I've been alive longer without you than with you, this year. But I still love you. I wish I could have known you as a grown-up." It's a childish word, but she feels so small right now, so it's fine. "I love you like I saw you yesterday. I..."

She closes her eyes.

"What I wouldn't give to say good morning to you one more time. One more I love you, a final goodbye... I wish I could have one more. I wish I could give a last "good night" to all of you. Just so you knew for sure how much I loved being your daughter, and your sister."

She sighs. No tears, but her throat burns.

"...But I don't. I hope you knew anyway."

#Script Revisions (Chapter 7)

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thefestival · 11 months ago

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The Festival - Developer Log 7, 9/10/2024

Good morning!

It’s been a hot minute since I posted my last developer log. A lot of things – good, bad, and very bad – have unfolded since I summarized my progress back in June.

As I write this, the Fall 2024 semester has kicked off at the University of Connecticut, and so I have been getting back into the swing of things. However, despite the many difficulties of the summer, I have made a lot of progress in building out the vertical slice of The Festival. My biggest successes have been in building a litany of assets for the game environment, and in finishing the second draft of the Pilot Quest’s script.

For the game environment, I published this video that showcases a short walk through the Village of Hemmingward, the setting of the pilot quest:

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I got most of these assets done by the end of June 2024, and I will continue making more over the course of the Fall 2024 semester. I am very fond of the autumnal lighting scheme, but this may have to change because of contrast issues. This was brought to my attention during my first DMD Critique class this semester, when the monitor displaying my game made all the yellows and oranges blend together, which made it hard to see where the player was on screen. This is something I will try to adjust and experiment with in the coming weeks.

For the Pilot Quest script, it is divided into three acts/chapters, and sits at close to 158 pages, which in turn translates to roughly 2 hours and 38 minutes of game time. I finally got the last scene done at the end of August, and I plan on giving it an editing pass before handing it over to Bekir for review. A huge portion of the story changed since I last discussed the outline, so I will have to present a revised outline in the coming weeks.

The biggest challenge that has arisen in the past few days is in considering how to present it at our MFA exhibit at the end of the Spring 2025 semester. One uniquely difficult aspect is that I am torn between presenting the premise of The Festival overall, and the premise of the Pilot Quest, because at a glance, the connection between them is not directly obvious. It’s a game about putting on a food festival, but the Pilot Quest is about deciding the fate of a war criminal. Explaining the connection between the two will take some effort.

More to the point, I have to present this project to an audience at an exhibit, and said audience is not going to be able to play through 2 hours and 38 minutes of story in one go.

This was the biggest sticking point when I presented my work in DMD Critique, where my grad cohort rightly pointed out that I have to find a way to condense everything to make it for friendly to the exhibit. To that end, I am currently going along with the following solution: I will truncate the events of the third act of the story to be readily presentable to exhibit-goers, but I will still build out the full quest experience as a standalone game. That way, I don’t wind up throwing out all the work I put into the script over the summer, and I still have something robust to show people once I release the demo.

I will follow up with a more detailed explanation of what I currently plan for my exhibit in a follow up post. Overall though, I think I have a decent shot at making ends meet here – I have a much more flexible schedule this semester than I did all of last year, so I am going to take the time I need to devise a new plan and build everything out.

Even so, this is going to be a tough semester, but I look forward to the challenge.

#the festival #the festival: eastoria #game design #game development #Youtube

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kanisema-blog · 1 year ago

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My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me

Chapter 7

The morning sun filtered through the office windows, casting a warm glow over my workspace as I sat down to review the draft we had sent to Lisa the previous day. The team had done an incredible job, and I was eager to hear her feedback. My phone buzzed with a message from Lisa, suggesting we meet at a nearby restaurant for lunch to discuss the draft.

By noon, I was seated at a cozy corner table, my laptop open and ready. Lisa arrived with her characteristic enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Kelly, this draft is amazing!” she exclaimed as she sat down. “The team did a fantastic job. But I do have a few suggestions for some tweaks and additions.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment for our team’s hard work. “Thank you, Lisa. We’re really excited about this project. What changes do you have in mind?”

She pulled out her notes, and we dove into a detailed discussion. “For the opening scene, I love the flashback idea, but I think we need to add more context to make the protagonist’s struggles clearer. Maybe include a brief interaction with a mentor figure?”

“That’s a great idea,” I replied, jotting down her suggestions. “It’ll help set the stage for the protagonist’s journey.”

Lisa continued, “Also, for the new antagonist, I think we should introduce them gradually. Perhaps hint at their presence through small, unsettling incidents before revealing them fully.”

I nodded, appreciating her insight. “That would definitely build suspense. We’ll work on incorporating those elements.”

We spent the next hour refining the draft, discussing character motivations, and planning out key scenes. By the time we finished, I felt a renewed sense of direction for the project.

“This is going to be fantastic, Kelly,” Lisa said as she gathered her things. “I can’t wait to see the next version.”

“Neither can I,” I replied, standing up to shake her hand. “Thanks for your feedback, Lisa. We’ll get to work on these changes right away.”

As Lisa left, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before heading out. I had just reached the restaurant door when I saw a familiar figure walking out. It was John, looking as nonchalant as ever.

Our eyes met, and he stopped in his tracks, turning slightly to look back at me. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us.

“Kelly,” he said, his voice calm and composed.

“John,” I replied, equally composed. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

He gave a small shrug. “Business meeting. You?”

“Meeting with a client,” I said, holding up my notes. “Discussing changes for a new project.”

“Sounds important,” he remarked, his tone neutral.

“It is,” I said, feeling the weight of our past hanging in the air between us. “How have you been?”

“Busy, as always,” he replied, his eyes steady on mine. “You?”

“Same here. Work’s been keeping me occupied,” I said, trying to maintain a casual tone.

There was a moment of silence, not awkward but charged with unspoken words. Finally, John broke the silence.

“Well, I won’t keep you. Good luck with your project, Kelly.”

“Thanks, John. Take care,” I replied, watching as he turned and walked away, his figure blending into the crowd outside.

I stood there for a moment, feeling a mix of emotions. Seeing John again always stirred something inside me, a blend of nostalgia and unresolved feelings. But I knew I had to stay focused on the future, on the work that awaited me and the team.

As I walked back to the office, I couldn’t help but replay our brief encounter in my mind. There were so many things left unsaid, so many memories that lingered. But for now, I had to push those thoughts aside and concentrate on the task at hand.

Back at my desk, I relayed Lisa’s feedback to the team, and we dove into the revisions with renewed energy. The day flew by as we worked on refining the script, adding depth to the characters, and building the suspense around the new antagonist. By the time evening rolled around, we had made significant progress.

As I drove home, I thought about the journey ahead. Turning our movie into a series was a monumental task, but it was one we were all passionate about. And despite the unexpected encounters and lingering emotions, I felt a sense of purpose and determination. The future was uncertain, but it was also full of possibilities, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next.

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medli20 · 2 years ago

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What is your process for making webcoomics?

This is something I wrote about before on our subreddit so some people might have seen it before, but our process more-or-less goes like this:

Bob and I brainstorm and outline the major plot points together and I write a wishlist of smaller, more specific scenes I'd like to see in a chapter.

Bob writes the entire chapter all at once, combining my ideas with his own original ideas, then goes to sleep for a year. Then I complain about parts right before I need to draw them, and he rushes to revise them for me.

3. I read the script and misunderstand Bob's "vision," at which point he has to hurriedly thumbnail the scene to show me what he has in mind.

4. I re-interpret Bob's thumbnails and turn it into a page layout that fits the action in (what I hope is) a dynamic, readable way.

5. I sketch out the loose mess from the previous step and give it some semblance of form and anatomy. Bob gives it a review and I apply any revisions that are necessary.

6. I clean it up one last time by inking the line art, making sure to keep the foreground, middleground, and background elements on separate layers for editability. I actually use an aliased brush for this (basically a super jaggy, pixelated line) to make fills and selections easier. I reduce the size of the image by 25% by the end to compress those jaggies into smoother, crisper lines.

7. I add the flat "colors" I guess? It's more readable than the previous step's jumble of lines, but still not at maximum readability yet, since the values are all over the place.

8. I draw the rest of the owl. Here, I do lighting, shading, texturing, and value adjustments to make sure the important parts pop. Bob tells me to change something major and I say no.

This varies a little from page to page-- for example, sometimes we omit the Bob thumbnail stage completely and he opts to hover over my shoulder while I do thumbnails myself. I also want to emphasize that this is what works for us, and what works for other people may not necessarily be the same.

#newdawnhorizon #alderwood #comic #webcomics #long post

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wishesunderthestars · 4 years ago

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Eunoia // Ch. 14

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognition, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 15k+

Warnings: Abuse and violence, past sexual abuse, derogetory language, sexual harassment

Masterlist

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

It has been a long time, I know. Thanks for being patient with me. This was supposed to be the last chapter of Yoongi and Hoseok’s part but I just couldn’t fit everything that needed to happen inside or it would turn into a 30k chapter and be even more late, so I divided it into two.

The taglist is now closed.

Four days felt like a much smaller amount of time than when you had first been informed of your break. When you heard the alarm the morning you had to go back to work, you were tempted to ignore it and cover your head with the sheets. This was strange for two reasons. You always woke up before your alarm and it was impossible for you to fall asleep again after waking up, even when you were exhausted. But your eyes were heavy and sleep was clinging to your bones.

You reached for your phone and turned off the alarm. The hybrids were waiting for you in the kitchen, breakfast already served. You thanked Seokjin, who looked the most awake. Jimin and Jungkook were leaning against each other with their eyes half closed, small yawns escaping them every few minutes. It was a little earlier than the time you usually left but you had to do some work in the company building before you could go to the studios. Hoseok's injuries were much better, you didn't need to check on them twice a day anymore so you avoided going to their room and waking them up.

The fox hybrid had been opening up more and he looked more at ease with his surroundings. After eating dinner with you on the first night of your break, he had timidly asked if they could join you again. His whole face lit up when you told him they would always be welcome. Dinners had turned into lunches too, claiming that way you didn't have to carry the trays to their room every day.

You weren't surprised at how well he got along with Jimin. His heart-shaped smile had even charmed Namjoon. He was fascinated with every little thing and you made use of your break to show him around the house. It could be a little overwhelming, so you stuck to the basics at first. The kitchen, the upstairs living room, the library (where at least one of you could be found most times) and the cinema room. He looked at everything in wonder, his red tail wagging behind him. Yoongi trailed after you, the bored expression on his face slipping at how happy and excited Hoseok was.

The second day of your break Jimin announced that you would all be watching a movie. He would accept no complaints, not that there were any. You made enough popcorn for a whole movie theater while Seokjin and Jungkook made pizza. You strictly forbade them from putting on one of your movies. You were so deeply involved and connected with them you had trouble watching them without overthinking every scene, line and camera angle. Jimin pouted, joined by Jungkook and a more subtle Hoseok. But you didn’t budge. Jimin huffed and selected a comedy with an actor Seokjin liked.

It was the third day of your break and Jimin had dragged you with him to the guest suite, saying he needed his daily cuddles. You were laying together in his bed as you played with his blond strands. His hair was growing longer and he was complaining that it was falling in his eyes but you loved running your hands through it, your fingers getting lost inside. Jimin snuggled into your side, his tail wrapped around your waist.

“You are very affectionate today,” you said. Jimin let out an unsatisfied noise when you stopped massaging his scalp, so you moved your hand upwards, scratching behind his cat ears, eliciting a small moan from him.

“I am always affectionate,” he said, nuzzling against your collarbones. “You’re just not here and you’re tired when you come back.”

You placed a kiss on the crown of his head. “Sorry.” It was your job. You shouldn’t feel guilty. And yet…

Jimin raised his head, your hand falling from his hair to rest on his cheek. “Don’t be. I just wish you were here more. With us. But your job is important.”

“I guess,” you said caressing his cheek, the cat hybrid leaning into your touch. “I’ll try to get some more time off when I go back to work.” It would be difficult but not impossible. There were often breaks for a couple of days in the filming schedule but you usually spent those revising scripts or reviewing the work of the various departments or attending meetings. Many of those things weren’t actually your responsibilities, they weren’t in your contract, you did them because you wanted everything to be perfect. You could take a step back for once and make up for it later.

Jimin leaned against you, purring happily at the prospect of spending more time with you. He had been clinging to you in the past days after your week-long absence. The first night after making up with Jungkook he had slept with him in their room and you’d thought he would sleep there from now on. But the next night you had come out of the shower to find him laying in your bed.

A talk show was playing on the TV, filling the comfortable silence of the room. Jimin whispering your name had you looking away from the screen. “Hoseok is doing better, right?”

“He is. He’s recovering fast. Why are you asking?” you asked, worried that he had noticed something you hadn’t. Hybrids had much more developed senses than humans that could have detected something you had missed.

“He’s nice,” he said, playing with the fake buttons of your shirt. “He looks so happy all the time and he’s so energetic.”

“He is. See? He’s really getting better.” That didn’t seem to satisfy Jimin.

“What if they want to leave now that he’s better?”

You cooed at him, pulling him closer. “Is that what’s brought this on? If they want to leave we can’t stop them. The door is always open if they don’t want to be here anymore. They only came here because Hoseok was injured and he couldn’t go to the hospital.”

“But can they stay?” His eyes were shining as he looked up at you. “Please.”

“They can stay for as long as they want. But I can’t force them to stay.”

Jimin didn’t say anything more, hiding into your side. Last night at dinner, Jimin had been quiet and withdrawn, glancing at Yoongi every few minutes. There was history between them, one that ran deep and cut just as hard. From little clues and pieces and what Jimin himself had told you, you had pieced together an image of Jimin’s past but you had trouble finding where exactly Yoongi fit.

You hadn’t forgotten Jimin’s words in your office the day you had invited the two hybrids in your house. Yoongi once belonged to the same man Jimin did. They had done something to him and Jimin had been left to the adoption center he had escaped from. Yoongi had been left somewhere else, you guessed a less savory place. But you couldn’t figure out what they could have done to be kicked out. Something Jimin still felt guilty about. Betrayal was a strong and sticky word and it was hard to associate it with sweet Jimin, even when that man deserved that and more.

Yoongi was a mystery surrounded by several brick walls. Only a wrecking ball could break them down. You were the kind of person to knock on a wall and wait for it to crumble by itself when it came to people. At work, if the only way to get through an obstacle was a wrecking ball, you would bring a wrecking ball.

Surprises weren’t uncommon for you (see: Virginia earthquake), you had learnt to face them head on and control the consequences. But that hadn’t prepared you for the string of surprises during your break and the days after that.

The first surprise came with how well Hoseok was getting along with the other hybrids. His endearing excitement about anything and everything didn’t fail to amuse them. He would curl up on the grass, bathing in sunlight, often joined by Jimin who had developed the same habit when spring first arrived. He was curious about everything, asking question after question with his red fluffy tail wagging behind him like an overexcited puppy. All of you couldn’t help but humor him and try to answer his questions to the best of your abilities.

The second surprise shocked you more than the first. It was the third night the two hybrids were eating dinner with you in the backyard. Yoongi usually didn’t talk, opting to focus on his food while observing the progression of the meal. Thus when he spoke, everyone fell silent. He didn’t say much, it only took him a couple of seconds to compliment Jin’s cooking then become quiet again. Jin stuttered through his thanks, flustered at the unexpected compliment. The panther hybrid didn’t talk again for the rest of the meal.

The third surprise was seeing Yoongi and Jimin sitting next to each other, sometimes in silence and sometimes talking. Being pulled to each other like a moth to the flame. It made Hoseok all too happy to spend time with both of them.

The fourth surprise came in the form of a text from a contact you hadn’t interacted with since Christmas. You laid back on your bed, staring at the paragraphs-long text and forgetting about anything else. You stared and stared as if the letters would rearrange themselves, or better yet disappear if you stared long enough.

You didn’t notice how much time you had spent there unmoving until there was a knock on the door.

“Open,” you called.

The door was pushed open and Namjoon walked into the room, his gray hair falling in his face. In the mornings he looked younger. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Yeah,” you said, not moving. They never had to call you for breakfast. Your schedules had become so in sync you arrived for breakfast the moment it was ready or a few minutes early.

“What happened?” Namjoon asked. He approached, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“Nothing happened, I guess. It’s an invitation.” The text had been sent late last night but you had missed it, leaving your phone to charge upon coming back home and not looking at it again. “It’s from my parents. For a gala.”

“Your parents?” The surprise was evident in his face. You didn’t talk much about your parents, those were conversations you didn’t tend to enjoy. Your parents were a topic you weren’t well-versed in and your lack of confidence was irritating.

You looked at the text again, black letters surrounded by gray. “They invited me to a fashion gala. They would really appreciate it if I could attend.” Reading the text again, you wondered if your mother had asked someone else to write it before deeming it persuasive enough to send. “It’s held in Beverly Hills.”

“When?” Namjoon asked.

“Saturday. In less than a week.” It was Tuesday.

Namjoon glanced at your phone. “Do you want to go?”

The answer was more complicated than you would have liked. You didn’t feel like buying a new gown (god forbid if you wore a dress you had worn before at such an event), having your makeup and hair done and plastering a smile on your face while exchanging pleasantries with people you didn’t know for the whole night. But it wasn’t that easy. You hadn’t attended the Christmas event your mother had organized, using work as an excuse, not feeling like showing up at an event in the mindset you had fallen into. Although she didn’t show it, your mother had been offended.

You couldn’t skip another event.

You threw an arm over your eyes, groaning. “I can’t not go. My mother organized the gala, it will look bad if I’m not there.”

“I could come with you,” Namjoon offered.

It would be nice having someone there with you. Namjoon had a way of calming you down and settling your worries but actually remembering those galas made you change your mind. The rich and mighty loved showing off their wealth and power and hybrids were part of that allure. You wouldn’t subject Namjoon to that. You weren’t sure how he would react. You didn’t want to subject him to your parents’ scrutiny either.

“It would be better if I went alone,” you said. Namjoon threaded his fingers with yours in understanding. He pulled on your hand until you were sitting up on the bed, facing him.

“If you don’t want to go, you shouldn’t.”

Only that it wasn’t so simple. Or it was just your human nature making this overcomplicated.

“My mother will be really disappointed if I don’t go. I didn’t go to her last event, either. It will look bad if I don’t go to this one too.” Namjoon squeezed your hand, urging you to continue. “I’m just tired of them. Galas, events, they are all the same and not in a good way. Sure, there are some people worth talking too. I’ve had some great conversations there, but those are far and few in between. Most people are just trying to outshine the one next to them. And my mother only wants me there to complete the picture.”

The powerful and influential couple with their successful daughter. It was an image that haunted you. Most times you tried to ignore it because it wasn’t fair of you to judge your parents like that. They never made you attend those events, they didn’t get angry when you couldn’t make it. But it left a sour taste in your mouth when those events were the only times you saw them anymore.

“You don’t have to be alone there.” Namjoon brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of your palm. “I’m always here if you change your mind. It would feel better if you weren’t alone.”

“It isn’t that I don’t want you there. I do,” you said. “But that isn’t a world you want to be a part of, it isn’t really my world either. There, hybrids are just expensive accessories and I don’t want people to look at you like that. Like you are something to be had.”

Namjoon’s eyes were soft on you as he cupped your cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. “That’s how most people look at us. It isn’t something new. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m used to it.”

“But it isn’t right.” You sounded like a five-year-old complaining that the world wasn’t fair because her parents didn’t buy her ice cream but you couldn’t help it. “And it isn’t just the other people, the guests. I’m not sure about my parents either. They don’t know I’ve adopted you. Actually, they don’t know about anything that has happened in my life this year.”

“I understand if you don’t want them to know about us.”

“It isn’t that,” you said. “Not exactly. I don’t want them involved in my business and judging my choices. They- They are my parents and I guess they care about me in their own way but I won’t be able to stay calm if they look at you like they are estimating your price tag.”

Namjoon leaned closer, bringing your foreheads together. You closed your eyes, surrounded by his warmth. “All I care about is for you to feel comfortable and if my presence there will make things worse then I won’t come with you. But if you change your mind, I’ll be right here. Whatever you want, I’m here.”

You tilted your head, waiting for his lips to touch yours. You shared a sweet kiss before there was another knock at the door.

“Namjoon! Did you wake her up?” Seokjin shouted from the other side of the door. “The breakfast is getting cold! I woke up at the crack of dawn to make it!”

You giggled as you separated.

“Let’s go before he decides we don’t deserve food,” Namjoon said.

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You had to readjust your schedule for the gala. There were many things you had to do in the five days leading up to it. Your mother was so pleased you accepted the invitation she called you the very next day to tell you how happy she was you would be attending. She hadn’t organized a fashion gala in years and it meant a lot that you would be there to support her. The gala was all about the importance of fashion and the unique interpretations of old and new big names in the industry. It would be one of the grandest events of the year, even if your mother was as clueless about fashion as she was about your life. She enjoyed watching the glorious parts and giving compliments, but rarely got more involved than that.

She had arranged for you to meet with one of the designers featured at the event. You could choose a dress from his collection that would be showcased at the gala. Your mother reassured you that they would do everything so your dress would be fitted to your exact measurements and ready for you to wear on time. You didn’t complain. It would be otherwise impossible to find a dress of the caliber your mother expected in such a short time.

The designer came to your house himself with his assistants. He was a nice young man with a tilted accent revealing that he wasn’t originally from the United States. You made small talk about the different kinds of art characterizing your jobs. They took your measurements and presented you with a few options the designer had selected for you. Some were more eccentric than others but all of them were beautiful.

After discussing with him and listening to his opinions, you selected a piece with gold and red embroidery and a flowy skirt. He was very pleased with your choice, going on and on about how good it would look on you. You felt fluttered at how excited he was for you to wear his design.

You had to meet him again a few days later for the first fitting. He offered to come to your house again but it would be easier for the alterations to be at his studio, where all of his tools were.

Jimin had seen the opportunity to spend more time with you and put on his most convincing puppy eyes asking you to take him with you to the fashion studio. You had no reason to refuse, you wanted to spend more time with him too. Somehow Jimin roped Seokjin into coming with you as well. They waited for you outside until the alterations were done. You couldn’t resist spoiling them while you were out so you took them for waffles. From Seokjin’s stuffed face it was safe to say he enjoyed them.

You had to go back to work after the fitting but Jimin was clinging to you not letting you go, which was how you ended up with the two of them at the final table-reading for the first episode of the Raven Cycle. They both quietly watched the actors delivering their lines. Jimin leaned forward in his seat as he got more and more invested in the scenes, snapping out of it whenever one scene ended and you discussed corrections and suggestions.

The atmosphere was light and friendly. You were professionals and you believed in maintaining a healthy environment of communication and mutual respect that left space for jokes and friendships to develop. The chemistry between the actors was important and you found that when they were friends and had a bond in real life too, it showed.

“Okay, that was great. I liked Ronan’s extra lines, we should keep that in.” The writer next to you wrote it down. “It’s getting late so let’s take a small break for a few minutes and move on to scene fifteen and sixteen and we’re completely done with episode one.” Everyone agreed with you and soon chatter was filling the room. You stretched your arms behind you, your body was complaining after sitting for too many hours.

The snacks and refreshments on the table against the wall were dwindling as the table-reading went on. All the important people in the project were there; the executive producers, the writers, the heads of the various departments and of course all the main actors of the first episode. The room with the large table and the many couches and chairs was large enough for everyone.

Three more days of table reading, which was mainly for revisions, and you would be done, leaving around a week before filming was scheduled to start. Just on time. Despite unfortunate surprises and earthquakes, you were on time. Next week you would be back in the studios standing behind the cameras watching years of work and planning coming to life. The first moments of filming in every movie or TV show whispered to you in silver and gold lines that you couldn’t describe as anything else than magic.

You picked up a bottle of water and a sandwich from the snack table, getting caught up in a short conversation with one of the producers. Your scalp was beginning to hurt from the tight ponytail your hair was trapped in. With a pat on your shoulder, the producer left to find the head of the costume department.

Jimin and Jin were sitting on the smallest couch, away from the table in the middle of the room. Jimin’s ears twitched as you settled on the armrest. You handed him the sandwich.

“For me?”

“You have been looking at it as much as you have been looking at the actors.”

Jimin still didn’t take a bite. “I already ate two.”

“And now you will eat one more.” You nudged the sandwich closer to his face. “They are quite small. I think Will has eaten seven since we started.” You glanced at your assistant, he was talking with two of the actors.

Jimin smiled at you like you were sharing a secret before diving into his sandwich. You opened your water bottle and gulped down half of it in seconds.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? It’s past eight and it will take at least one more hour to finish the last two scenes and wrap everything up.” You had asked them if they wanted to leave three times since you’d arrived and the answer had been the same each time.

“It’s eight?” Jin asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket. You leaned over Jimin to peek at the screen seeing a few texts from Namjoon and Jungkook and notifications from the various apps Jin used. You had texted Namjoon earlier so he wouldn’t worry that Jin and Jimin hadn’t returned home.

“And it will be at least nine by the time I’m done,” you said.

“We’ve been here for three hours. We can wait for you one more.” Jin opened the messages app reading the texts, a smile appearing on his face.

Jimin had eaten more than half of the sandwich, crumbs sticking at the sides of his mouth. “I want to see what happens at the end. Pretty please?”

“We will wait for you,” Jin said. “We don’t have anything better to do,” he added, to which Jimin agreed enthusiastically. You scratched the cat hybrid's ears while he devoured the rest of the sandwich.

What you hadn’t considered before taking them with you was that the table reading would give away many spoilers for the show. Spoilers were the bane of your existence. Not everyone minded them but you disliked them with passion. You had almost strangled Zayn when he had told you a spoiler he had seen on Twitter for the ending of Avengers: Infinity War, minutes before the movie started. Zayn had been very lucky the lights hadn’t gone out yet. The suspense was one of your favorite parts and that was ruined for you when you knew what would happen.

At least it was the first episode but there was a lot of discussion on how certain parts or pieces of dialogue would connect with later episodes. The fact that it was an adaptation also changed things. You had been adamant about staying true to the original story and keeping in as many scenes from the book as you could. Your additions revolved around character development, the relationships between the characters, and some conflicts that hadn’t been in the book but you had discussed in length with Maggie. In this case, you didn’t know exactly how to define spoilers.

As expected, you finished the table reading twenty minutes past nine. Gathering all your folders from the table, the scripts, and various notes from the writers and producers, you hid them all away in your backpack. Henrietta and the magical forest were coming to life from their voices alone. You could already imagine how captivating it would be on screen.

Jimin was laying his head on Jin’s shoulder with his arm wrapped around the older’s waist. It had taken some time for them to relax in the room full of strangers, some of who hadn’t been subtle about staring. One look from you and their gazes had darted away. It still wasn’t common to have a hybrid, much less three, but you didn’t care how curious they were if they were making Jimin and Jin uncomfortable.

During the first break, early at the table reading, you had been roped into a debate about a possible change in one of the scenes. The two hybrids had kept to themselves, staying quiet and watching. The actress playing Blue had walked up to them with a wide smile and introduced herself. The remaining tension in them was released when she struck up a conversation with them.

“Time to get going,” you said. Jimin looked up at you, blinking drowsily. “Should I tell John to carry you to the car?”

“We’re leaving?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes.

“Thankfully yes so you need to get up.” You had wrapped everything up, saying goodbye to everyone and you were ready to go.

Jin kissed Jimin’s blond curls. “Let’s go and get you into an actual bed.” He got up and pulled Jimin with him, the younger hybrid was clinging to his back like a koala from the hallway where you met up with John to the parking lot.

In the car, you looked at them through the rear-view mirror. Jimin’s eyes were closed, laying his head on Jin’s shoulder.

“Hard day?” John asked, moving the gear shift to the left and then up.

“I’m a little afraid that my scenario might be a little boring,” you said glancing behind you. “It’s too early for him to be falling asleep.”

The car started moving, leaving the dimly lit parking lot behind. “He’s not used to being out for that long,” Jin said smoothing down Jimin’s hair with care. Jin cared for you with everything he had, you tried to do the same but it was close to impossible with how busy you were.

“If it’s my scenario though, I need to rewrite that thing from beginning to end.”

John chuckled. “Good luck telling that to the writers and the producers. They’ll love it.”

They’d love it as much as cats loved swimming.

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You took the day of the gala off. If you went to the gala tired after work, you wouldn’t be able to put a smile on your face and keep it there. It wasn’t so much that the galas were awful but that you felt out of place in them. Your mother had many connections and she would invite the ��best” of her world. Some faces had become familiar, a steady fixture in your mother’s guest lists. Some faces you should be able to recognize but you didn’t, resulting in interactions based on pretending.

At the after-parties of award shows and premieres, you were more at ease. The designer dresses and suits were the same, worn by rich and influential people, but it was people you knew and respected. Your skin wasn’t prickling at the tension, lost somewhere between remembering a name or a company and ignoring the jabs at other guests or the rumors spreading like vines.

The last event you had attended was in New York last September, it had been the event of the year according to your mother. Jacob had accompanied you, hugging your mother and shaking hands with your father. He had stayed next to you from the moment you stepped into the place to the moment you got into the car to leave. You had to somewhat agree with your mother. A lot of interesting people were in attendance, famous writers and journalists, and you succeeded in ignoring the less favorable situations.

Your parents had changed a lot, or maybe it was just the circumstances that had changed and the different perspective you had as an adult. You used to cast them as the absentee parents, an overused trope you didn't find much merit in. It was too simple, too straightforward. They didn't disappear from one day to the next, cutting all contact with you. It was more like the times they were there grew fewer and fewer until they had moved permanently to New York by the time you were eight. Your father had been offered a position he couldn't refuse and your mother loved him too much to leave him alone there. She tried, she tried to stay for you but she had been trying to find a reason to leave your hometown since she was a teenager. The penthouses and neat offices fit her far better than the beaches and town squares ever did.

It started as a few weeks at first. Your father would be staying in the city for some meetings and your mother wanted to join him. His job involved a lot of traveling and in most of your memories, he was holding a suitcase. A few weeks turned into a month the next time, then into a few months you had to stay with your aunt and your cousins. After you turned eight, they were coming back only for a few weeks every year.

When you were ten you stopped answering their calls and refused to talk to them. Your mother still tried, even traveled back to be with you. Instead of staying at your house with her, you stayed with your aunt. Your mother left defeated. It took a year for you to speak to them again. Childish, but you couldn't blame your past self. The cracks in your relationship with your parents were still there. As an attempt to prevent them from widening and growing, you at least tried to attend the events your mother invited you to.

Another one to add to the list.

"Does the duck look ready to you?" you asked Jin. Roasted duck wasn't a dish you had experience with but that wasn't the only reason you called for Jin. Being home for the day you had offered to help Jin cook lunch. Cooking helped take your mind off, focusing on the recipe and chatting with Jin.

Jin left the lettuce he was washing in the bowl and dried his hands in a towel. His steps were careful and measured, one of his hands holding on the counter.

"It looks good," he said. "You can take it out."

You opened the oven, pulling back last minute so the heat wouldn't burn your face. "It smells incredible! I think I got ten times hungrier just smelling this."

Jin chuckled but it was strained. "I'm too good at this." He was still holding onto the counter.

"You won't catch me complaining."

He went back to the lettuce in the sink, his bangs falling into his face and covering his eyes. You wrapped the chicken breasts in foil and let them rest for a few minutes. The figs were caramelized and the potatoes fried until golden. That was about it for the main dish.

Jin was cutting the lettuce so you occupied yourself with making the salad dressing. You worked in silence. It wasn't for the lack of anything to say but a flinch from Jin earlier, while you had been talking, had you lowering your voice and then closing your mouth when you were finished with that sentence. It was only for a moment before he turned away, but it was enough for you to notice. You had asked him if he was alright twice and both times the answer had been the same. After that, it was clear he wouldn't tell you anything else regardless of how many times you asked.

A thud echoed in the room followed, not a second after, by the sound of metal clattering on wood. The spoon you used to mix the ingredients of the salad dressing stilled in your hand. Jin had fallen to his knees on the floor, holding the counted with one hand and his head with the other. The knife laid abandoned on the cutting board next to the lettuce.

For a moment your surroundings blurred from the surprise before coming into crystal clear focus. You rushed to Jin's side, who was trying to pull himself back up to his feet.

"I'm alright. I slipped," he said.

"You slipped? Seriously?" You had one arm around his waist and it stayed there as he leaned back against the counter. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just a little dizzy," Jin muttered. That close to him, only a breath away, you could see how pale he was, the dark circles under his eyes standing out against the white of his skin.

"You haven't been alright since we started cooking. You aren't just a little dizzy, that's not how someone is when they're a little dizzy."

Jin turned his head to the side, avoiding your gaze. "Let it go, please. Only the salad is left. I'll rest after we eat."

"Jin, that's not..." Clueless about how to continue, you pressed your palm to his forehead. In winter your hands were always freezing cold, it didn't matter if the temperature wasn't that low they would turn into popsicles mere seconds after going outside. Only that it wasn’t winter but spring and your hands were as warm as they could be, that’s why it was that much more concerning that his forehead was warmer than it should be under your touch. “You’re burning up. How are you still standing?”

“It isn’t that bad,” Jin said. He wasn’t looking at you.

“It isn’t that bad?” you repeated in disbelief. “Forget about the salad, I’m taking you to your room.”

You were about to turn around when Jin gripped your elbow weakly. “You don’t need to, really, I can finish up here, it isn’t the first time. I can do it.” The sweat that was gathering on his forehead and his tired eyes told a different story.

“You have been cooking while feeling sick?” you asked. Being out of the house almost all day it wouldn’t have been hard to miss and when you came back at night you weren’t that aware of your surroundings, but the other hybrids would have been able to see past Jin’s pretenses.

“Not here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

That’s something you should have expected. You had never met his previous owners but you couldn’t stop yourself from hating them for what they had done to him. Hate was too strong of a word but you didn’t have any other name for the burning in your chest whenever you witnessed how insecure and self-conscious Jin had become of them.

You cupped his cheek in your palm turning his head to face you and you rested your forehead against his, your noses bumping. At the touch his shoulders slumped, his back muscles unraveling under your hand. Jin joked that it was weird that his scent glands weren’t in the same places as other hybrids’ but in strange places like his forehead. You couldn’t agree with him because standing there with your foreheads touching it was just as intimate.

The walk to his room was silent. You opened the door for him and watched him hide under the covers, between the countless pillows and stuffed animals. Before leaving, you placed a kiss on his forehead your lips warming up because of his fever. You wanted to stay there with him and with the way he was holding your hand he wanted the same but the lettuce was waiting for you back in the kitchen and there were five hybrids you had to feed.

Finishing up the meal was a matter of minutes. The dressing for the salad had been made and you only had to finish cutting the lettuce and a few fresh tomatoes before mixing everything in a large bowl. You unwrapped the foil from around the duck breasts and arranged them in plates, adding the figs with the pan juices and the fried potatoes. It looked like something you would order at a five-star restaurant, most of Jin’s cooking did.

The mouth-watering aroma must have drifted downstairs because as you were putting the last touches on the plates two sets of feet were running up the staircase. Jimin looked like he had been lured into the kitchen by some magical force, transfixed on the plates on the counter. He sniffed, making tiny happy noises.

“This smells so good. I’m hungry!” he whined.

Jungkook followed behind, taking a look at the plates and turning to you with pleading eyes. “When are we eating?”

You shook your head at their antics. “I just finished up, you can take them down if you want so stop looking at me like that.”

Jimin pouted, his shoulders raising. “Looking at you like what?”

“Stop that, I know what you’re doing.”

Jimin continued on, batting his eyelashes at you. “What am I doing? Am I not doing good?”

You pinched his cheek, making him giggle. “I thought you were hungry but apparently you aren’t hungry enough if you’re still here instead of taking the food down.” At that Jungkook was quick to take out the large trays and fill them with the plates and bowls.

Jimin went to help before pausing. “Where is Jinnie?”

Jin was always in the kitchen before meals, helping the two youngest carry the trays to the backyard. You didn’t want to worry Jimin, he was very sensitive to how others were feeling. His emotional walls were so thin that your blues and grays bled into his yellow. “He’s in his room resting, he’s feeling a little under the weather today.”

“But…How didn’t we notice anything?” Jimin asked.

You patted his shoulder. “I didn’t either until we were cooking lunch. He just needs to rest and he will be better in no time.” Jimin gazed at the food like it could give him the answers he was looking for, you continued. “The duck is his recipe, he only went to his room after the food was ready.” You didn’t mention how he had collapsed while cutting the lettuce, a knife in his hand and way too many grievous possibilities.

Jungkook picked up the nicest plate, you had made it last and having used the previous six ones as practice it had come out looking the best. “Can I take it to him?” It was well-known that he had a soft spot for Jin, sneaking into his room the nights he was running away chased by guilt. Jin had been the only one he had let in then. But again, they all had a soft spot for each other, it may translate differently into actions but it was the same at the core.

You pulled out a smaller bowl from the cupboard. Let me put some salad in this first.” This was one of the only salads everyone liked, even Jimin who was firmly against eating most greens (Namjoon didn’t like them much either but at least he was trying). You filled a glass with water as well and placed it on the smaller tray Jungkook had prepared. “Don’t wake him up if he’s sleeping, he looked really tired.”

“I’ll be quiet,” Jungkook promised picking up the tray and leaving for Jin’s room.

Jimin went back to arranging the plates on the trays. “He’ll be alright soon, right?”

“Of course he will,” you reassured him. “In no time he will be shouting at Jungkook for eating his ingredients and having fights with any insects that find their way to the garden. Now, let’s take these down because having the food right in front of me and not eating it is killing me.”

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Jin had a terrible headache, that’s where everything had started. He had woken up and instantly wanted to roll to his other side and fall asleep again covering his head with the blanket. His eyes refused to stay open and everything around him was like he was in a fog. His body wasn’t his own, it was like watching someone else execute each move he commanded, like he had lost parts of his senses. Everything was duller.

Powering through, he got up and made his bed, throwing the blankets over it with less precision than usual and arranging his stuffed animals against the pillows. It was your day off because of the gala and he had to make breakfast for you and the other hybrids.

It was enough that he got a few more hours of sleep as a result of the lack of your morning schedule. He could deal with the world being a little blurry at the edges and his body not cooperating every few minutes.

He made an easy breakfast for the day, which was a little disappointing when you were able to sit and enjoy it for once, but he was physically unable to do anything more. Sitting down would help. After breakfast, he would lay down on the couch and he would be better in no time.

Breakfast came and went and in a few hours, he had to start making lunch. Your offer to help was a godsend with his feet feeling like jelly. He thought he had it under control, that he could get through lunch then go to his room and hide under the covers where no one could see him. Until his legs gave up on him.

The knife slipped out of his hand and he watched its slow descent to the cutting board. In a blink he was on his knees, he blinked again and you were next to him helping him up. Hybrids weren’t supposed to get sick, scientists had engineered their whole being down to the color of their hair and eyes, they could strengthen their immune system as well. His past owners used to say that it was in his head because he was living with humans, that if he got sick the center must have given them a problematic hybrid and that couldn’t be true. He had paid a lot for Jin.

The door opened just enough for you to poke your head in. “Jin?” you whispered, quiet enough to not wake him up if he had been sleeping but loud enough for his hearing to pick up while awake. He lowered the blankets from his face. “Hey, did you finish with your food?”

“Yeah, it’s…” He pointed to the tray on the nightstand, he didn’t have enough strength to take it to the desk. You didn’t comment on the food that was left on the plates.

“Are you feeling any better?” you asked. His head still hurt and the heaviness of his body didn’t subside, but it was much better than when he had been standing so he nodded. “Do you need anything else? I brought some medicine if you want, I read that it’s alright for hybrids to take.” Despite the pain and the weariness of his body, he smiled at you and your research. The way you cared about them was endearing. You pulled out a packet from your back pocket.

“I think I’ll take one.” The constant drumming behind his temples and the back of his head was getting too much. It was so bad it wouldn’t let him sleep.

“I’ll go get some water for you.” You left the packet on the nightstand and picked up the tray with the leftovers.

Jin rolled to his back staring at the ceiling. He didn’t get sick often and he hated how his body was betraying him. You returned with a glass filled with water in one hand and a jug in the other.

“There you go,” you said handing him the glass. You opened the medicine packet and pressed a white tablet out. It was light in his palm, almost as if it wasn’t there. He put it in his mouth and washed it down with water. “You’ll feel better in no time.” You stroked his hair and he had to hold himself back from purring. Being sick he craved affection more than ever before.

“Don’t come too close, you’ll get sick too.”

You didn’t pull back. “Then I’ll have a reason to stay at home. It doesn’t sound so bad.” You tugged at the blanket. “Fancy some company?” Jin scooted to the side, letting you slip in next to him. Something inside him rejoiced at having you in his nest with him. It was ridiculous, having the need to nest was ridiculous, but he couldn’t suppress it. You turned around to face him, your head on a light blue pillow you had picked up from the pile. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?”

In the absence of words, he nodded his head. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You weren’t wearing makeup today in anticipation of the heavy makeup you would have to wear for the gala. The shadows under your eyes, concealed any other day, were threatening to spill over the rest of your face. The late nights had been many in the past few days, making up for the breaks you were taking. More and more he came to realize that work was your life and you were like a fish escaping water pushing it back.

You didn’t speak, basking in the silent company of each other. Jin let his worries go and, thanks to the medicine, his headache got duller until he couldn’t feel it. He didn’t notice when he fell asleep, waking up to voices.

“…feeling better, the medicine must have kicked in. His temperature has gone back to normal too,” you whispered.

“Okay, that’s good. Our Jinnie is strong,” the other voice said and heat traveled up to the top of Jin’s ears. The voice was unmistakably Namjoon’s and it was so warm Jin wanted to wrap it around himself and never let go. “I think we woke him up.”

“Oh no,” you complained, still whispering. “Jin?”

He opened his eyes, abandoning the comfort of the familiar darkness. You leaning on your forearm peering at him. His heart was beating faster.

“We woke you up, didn’t we?” you asked, looking guilty.

“It’s alright.” He could hear how rough his voice was from sleep. “What time is it?”

“Five,” you said.

He had been sleeping for more than three hours.

Namjoon took a step forward from the door. “I brought you some tea and biscuits,” he said, placing the tray on the now-empty nightstand.

Jin sat up on the bed with his back against the headboard. “Thank you. Can you…?” You picked up the steaming mug and handed it to him, holding it carefully so he wouldn’t burn himself. The plate of biscuits was placed on his lap over the blankets. It was a warm day but the air-conditioning was on in Jin’s room, the weight of the blankets over him promised safety and he didn’t want to be sweating from the heat.

“I’ll be going then,” Namjoon said with a small smile, the two of you exchanging a look.

“Wait.” Namjoon stopped in his tracks. Jin blamed his impulsiveness on the part of him that was controlled by the sugar-glider’s nature. Namjoon shouldn’t be leaving. Namjoon was pack and he should be with him when he wasn’t well, he should be taking care of Jin. One followed the other and it didn’t listen to logic. But he was tired and although the headache was gone, his head was still hazy, so he gave in. “Can you stay?”

The soft smile on Namjoon’s face was enough to wipe away any of his lingering doubts. “Of course I can.” Jin pulled up the blankets inviting him in. Namjoon pulled him closer bringing his forehead to his. The mug shook in Jin’s hold, you covered his hand with yours steading it. Jin realized it wasn’t only his hands shaking as Namjoon scented him tenderly. He felt so weak between the two of you.

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The makeup artist asked you to close your eyes again to finish your eyeliner. Your makeup had to compliment your dress, like you were a model on the runway and your purpose was to sell the design. You had to admit that it looked beautiful so far, the gold eyeshadow and the dramatic eyeliner. She completed the look with a matte red lipstick while the hairstylist was releasing the last loose curl from the curling wand. You looked like someone out of a movie and tonight you would have to own that.

They helped you put on the dress like you were incapable of doing it on your own. In these cases, everything had to be perfect, including the most mundane of things. The jewelry was modest as not to take the attention away from the dress but enhance the look. A golden necklace with a ruby surrounded by tiny diamonds to decorate the skin the plunging neckline left bare, small diamond earrings, and golden bracelets.

Half an hour left before the gala and you were ready. The charm was arriving a little late so you had to wait before leaving. The stylists took their leave but you stayed at the fitting room/styling section of the closet, which was right under the actual master closet.

The dress fit you like a glove, bringing attention to all the right areas and burying any imperfections. It was the kind of Cinderella transformation the protagonists in older movies used to go through before getting the guy, but it happened all the time to you. A spy in an action movie, a confident heroine knowing how to use her looks, a girl going to a party to have fun and get drunk, that’s more along the lines of the characters you liked to imagine yourself as. You were far from being any of those characters but it was fun to daydream sometimes.

One last look in the mirror and you climbed up the spiral staircase to your closet, turning off the lights behind you. The designer you had met had been pleasant and your conversations hadn’t been awkward. If the rest of the guests, or at least the majority, were like him then the night could be fun.

The hybrids were all in the living room, even Hoseok and Yoongi. Yoongi wasn’t sitting far from them, in a separate sphere, but next to Jimin who was pointing at something in a book. They all looked at you when you came in, the back of the dress sweeping the floor behind you.

“How does it look?” you asked, doing a twirl. The response was delayed by a few moments.

Namjoon snapped out of it first, coming closer to you and taking your hand. “You look beautiful.” He leaned in for your neck before his face scrunched up in displeasure.

“What?” you asked.

He sniffed at the air. “You…”

“Oh, oh,” you said in realization. “It’s the perfume, it’s quite strong, isn’t it? It’s a Christmas gift from my mother, she said she really liked it so I thought I would wear it for her.”

Namjoon tamed his expression but the frown didn’t disappear. “It’s a little overwhelming. It overpowers everything else.” The perfume was too much for you too, it wasn’t surprising that it was too much for the keen noses of the hybrids. The perfume you wore day to day in spring was a lot lighter and you didn’t put on a lot. You had never stopped to think about how perfumes would affect the hybrids.

“I’ll be sure to not wear it again then,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze.

“That isn’t what I meant.” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. “You can wear it if you like it. It’s just a little much.”

“Well,” you looked at him and the other hybrids conspiratorially, “it isn’t my favorite, either, and if it affects you like that why would I keep wearing it?” Namjoon’s face smoothed out and you noticed Hoseok looking at you with amazement.

You opened the leather clutch and put in your phone and your keys. Your lipstick and powder were already inside along with a pack of tissues. It didn’t fit any more things.

“I’ll be going now. I’m fashionably late enough.” Before going, Jungkook and Jimin kissed you on each cheek careful not to ruin your makeup. Jin had fallen asleep again and none of you were willing to wake him up.

The night could become difficult so you ignored Yoongi’s eyes on you. You didn’t need any more people judging you.

A limousine was waiting for you outside, limousines were practically part of the dress code in these events. John wasn’t with you this time, you had given him the night off. These kinds of events starred in his nightmares, standing in the corner all night not saying a word. That’s how they kept up the illusion. Regardless of how many times you told him you didn’t care about it, he would follow what was expected of him.

The bright lights blinded you when you arrived. Everyone seemed to want to take a look at you. Your heels sunk into the red carpet at the entrance hall, large paintings in golden frames hanging from the walls. You were led up a grand staircase to the hall the gala was taking place. And so the night began…

You listened through speeches about fashion and the vision of the fashion industry and each individual designer. A few parts were quite interesting, but most of them failed to do anything more than repeat the same old ideas again and again. However, the champagne did make everything a little more tolerable. Your mother had been very happy to see you there and she had told you at least three times how beautiful you were. Your father smiled at you, a smile that looked way too political to be for his daughter, the same smile he would put on when greeting the president.

After the speeches were finished, your mother linked your elbows. It was time for the introductions. You put on your camera smile and shook more hands than you ever did at work. The compliments on your work were many, which ones were genuine was a mystery. But it did feel good when the daughter of one of your father’s associates told you how much she loved the finale of season 4 of Paper Hearts and asked you about Six of Crows.

You said goodbye to an older couple and your mother led you to the buffet. A sculpture of a man pinning fabrics on a mannequin stood proudly in the middle, surrounded by plates of food so perfect that it looked more fake than the decorative food pieces you used on set.

Your mother took another flute of champagne from a waiter. “Mr. Jones will be retiring soon but his son doesn’t want to take over the company. It causes a lot of family drama. I heard they only exchange a few words when they meet but Mr. Jones isn’t backing down.” You had no idea what company they had or who their son was but you nodded. “Ah, I wanted to ask you. You didn’t say anything about adopting hybrids.”

Your hand stilled before you could taste the hors d' oeuvres that looked like a sandwich but was too fancy to call it that. “Hybrids?” you repeated.

“I didn’t know you were interested in them,” your mother continued, unaware of how tense you had become. “Certainly not interested enough to adopt four. Are you making a collection?” She laughed at her joke but you only felt ill.

“No, I wouldn’t say that.” You took a bite of the food, trying to swallow it down. You had lost your appetite.

Your mother sipped on her champagne. “That would be a unique one, it could be showcased.” The churning in your stomach got worse. You left the piece that looked like a sandwich aside.

“How did you learn of it?”

“Don’t you read any magazines? It was front-page news.” You had expected that the information would be published sooner or later, you hadn’t been exactly hiding it, but sooner or later was in the future not now. “You should have told me, I would have looked for some high-quality places to buy them from. There are some very beautiful exotic pieces I have seen. Mrs. Anderson, do you remember her? She couldn’t make it this time but she was at the charity event last September.” You didn’t remember her but you nodded again. “She has such a cute chinchilla hybrid and he’s so well-trained too. I hope yours were trained well, I heard it’s difficult to train them yourself. Where did you adopt them from?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “An adoption center in Los Angeles,” you lied easily. Spending hours and hours every day with actors, instructing them about how each scene would seem more natural, you had picked up a few tricks. “I just really liked them and they were already a pack, I didn’t want to break them up.”

Your mother arched a single perfectly-drawn eyebrow, a skill you had sadly not inherited. “A pack? Does that actually exist? Dear, the center must have been trying to give you four hybrids instead of one. Pack,” she tried out the word and she didn’t particularly like the results. “That certainly sounds like some kind of con. What are they? Are all of them wolves?”

“No, they aren’t all wolves. And it was three hybrids, I adopted the other one later from Tennessee with Taylor.”

Taylor’s name brought a spark to your mother. “Oh, how is Taylor? Such a sweet girl, I should have invited her. I will next time.” Your mother had met Taylor exactly once during one of the few of your movie premieres she had actually attended. “Which one did you adopt from there?”

You gritted your teeth, debating how much information was wise to give your mother. “Jin, he’s a sugar glider hybrid.”

That seemed to please her. “Sugar glider? That sounds fancy. I would like to see him up close.” Like you would ever allow that to happen. “He must be a rare breed.”

“He is.”

“Of course, I should have expected that my daughter would decide on a rare breed,” she said as if she was congratulating herself. “I insist you bring him to the next event. I was never that interested in hybrids, too much work, but one would look good in photos.”

“Yeah, I guess he would.” You took a deep breath, it wasn’t the time to throw a tantrum like you were five years old again or puke all over your expensive dress and shoes.

The expression on your mother’s face grew somber. “But four hybrids are a lot, I don’t think I know anyone who owns that many.” She twirled the flute in her hand, waves of the golden liquor hitting the glass and bubbles rising to the surface. “After what happened with Jacob I understand you have been feeling lonely, but hybrids aren’t good substitutes for human company, dear. You can’t rely on them as you relied on him or another man.”

A waiter offered you a glass of champagne from a golden tray. You couldn’t drink too much and risk your tongue loosening but you could allow yourself one more glass to get through this. “I’m not trying to replace him. They aren’t some kind of rebound.”

By her pinched expression, she didn’t believe you. “It’s alright to look for company somewhere else when you feel lonely. I don’t want you to think I’m judging your choices, you are an adult and free to make your own decisions but I’m your mother and I’m worried. You and Jacob were together for so long, we were sure he was the one for you. He was so nice and he took care of you. Your father and I were so happy for you.”

“Not all good relationships last. People change, they grow apart.”

“That’s true. It’s difficult getting out of a relationship after being together for so many years and getting back to your feet. That’s why I understand. I understand that you don’t want to be alone right now but don’t put all of your energy into hybrids. It just isn’t the same. Whatever some people like to say, hybrids are hybrids. They are different from us, they are on a different level. You can’t have the same connection with someone you own.”

Her words continued ringing in your mind for the rest of the night. Your father soon called you to introduce you to one of his colleagues, a successful businessman and politician you had never heard of. The glass of champagne was replaced by another one. You promised yourself it was the last. The owner of a luxurious brand talked with your mother about his plan to expand to more countries and the rehearsed and repeated vision to connect the world through fashion.

You peered at the other guests, all mingling, talking, and laughing. A man only a few feet away from you slapped a girl’s ass. You couldn’t believe your eyes, stuff like that didn’t happen at an event like this. You expected a scene, shouting and screaming and everything in between. Nothing happened. The man that had his arm around her waist only laughed. That’s when you noticed the black fluffy ears on top of her head, they were the same color as her hair and easy to miss. She didn’t have a tail. A silver collar with blue stones the same shade as her dress was secured around her neck. Her shoulders were tense and her head lowered.

In any other situation, any other time, you would have done something. You would have walked up to them and said something, anything you could think of on the spot, even talked to her, made a few minutes more tolerable. You did none of those things. Your parents were there and you had avoided embarrassing them all your life.

The guilt was eating you up, wrapping around all your organs and squeezing, hissing, and calling for your attention, not letting you forget. You had done nothing. If someone had touched your hybrids like that you would have cut their hands off. But that hadn’t been your hybrid, it hadn’t been your place. It hadn’t been your place like it hadn’t been your place to adopt Jin and go against his owner, like it hadn’t been your place to get involved with Namjoon’s pack or Yoongi and Hoseok for that matter. Maybe you had been tricking yourself all along, hiding your selfishness and fear behind the pretense of “not my place”.

Your mother was wrong, you hadn’t been looking for company when you and Jacob broke up. On the contrary, you disregarded everything except work, distancing yourself from all of your friends. It was easy with how busy you were at the time. You would have continued hiding in the Castle and spent your break alone if you hadn’t asked John to stop the car that night. They were what you didn’t know you needed. You had to stop being alone first to realize how lonely you had been.

You couldn’t go back to living like that, waking up and returning to an empty house, having no warm meal and warmer hugs waiting for you. That’s what your life had been like for the longest time and you wondered how you used to live like that. The hybrids were so tangled up in your life you couldn’t find where each thread ended or started. They merged and divided, connecting you all in ways you couldn’t describe.

Taylor had asked you about any crushes when you had been in Virginia, everyone was expecting you to find a new boyfriend after six months or at least start dating but you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. No one had piqued your interest and it wasn’t for lack of meeting new people. It would feel wrong going on a date with someone when the hybrids were waiting for you back home. And that’s where the problem was; it shouldn’t feel wrong. Many people who had hybrids went on dates, couples adopted hybrids together and it should be like that for you. But it wasn’t.

Overthinking was one of your talents and you had avoided like you were being chased by wild dogs. You weren’t one to simply go with the flow but Namjoon’s lips on your own had changed your mind. You were too afraid of losing that that you hadn’t allowed yourself to analyze what you were doing, what that meant for you. Namjoon was your hybrid, you may not act like it or think of him like that but you were his owner in the papers. And it wasn’t only Namjoon, the way you cared about the hybrids was different from the way you felt about anyone else. It was all-consuming and too bright. You felt more for them than you had ever felt about Jacob and that was dangerous.

You excused yourself from the event as soon as it was proper for you to do so. Tomorrow morning you had to wake up early for work and you couldn’t stay late into the night. It was true but not the reason you left. Your mother hugged you and thanked you for coming, inviting you once again to their house in New York. She had been inviting you every time you met and you hadn’t once been to their house.

The window of the limousine was cold against your cheek, your foundation staining the glass. Maybe your mother wasn’t that wrong. You didn’t dare put a name to your feelings but you couldn’t deny that they were there. Were you really that lonely that your mind was playing tricks on you? Groaning, you knocked your head against the glass, hard enough to hear a small thud. You shouldn’t be thinking of them like that, it was wrong, so wrong.

Was it the way the world viewed hybrids messing with you, bleeding into your subconscious? They were presented as the answer to any and all desires, transformed into wet dreams. The media had the power to influence behaviors and thoughts little by little without the person noticing. You had thought you were too clever to fall victim to their molded reality. You knocked your head against the glass again, the driver must have been thinking you were crazy.

The limousine parked in front of the Castle. On other nights the lights would have been turned off by now but tonight they were all shinning, welcoming you home. You fished your keys out of your bag and unlocked the door. The lights were on in the living room in the lowest setting.

“Welcome.” You jumped, almost tumbling to the floor at being startled while taking off your heels.

“Every. Single. Time.” Namjoon laughed quietly. “How do you do this every single time?”

“I was already here, I couldn’t make any more noise.” He got up from the couch, extending a hand to you. You took it and he guided you to the couch. “Did you have a good time?”

The dress wrinkled as you pulled one foot under you but you couldn’t care less. “It was… bearable. I didn’t-” You let your head fall on the back of the couch. Seeing Namjoon up close after the night you had, looking at you with soft eyes like you held the sky in the palm of your hand, everything was coming back. What were you doing here? Your heart shouldn’t be racing like that when you were thinking about the wolf hybrid, your hands shouldn’t be itching to touch him.

“You’re here now, you can relax,” he said trailing his hand from your arm to your shoulder and up your neck. Goosebumps raised on your bare skin. “You’re home.” His breath tickled your face, his lips were so close and you wanted, you wanted… You pushed him back.

“I should go take off my makeup. I’m exhausted.”

Namjoon frowned but he didn’t question you. “Okay,” he said softly. “Your bed must be calling your name.”

“It is,” you said slipping away from him. The absence of his touch left a void inside you. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You went to your room with a heavy heart, leaving Namjoon alone in the living room.

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You found the offending magazine in a store close to the studios. Copies of it filled a whole stand. The cover was a photo of you with Jin and Jimin in front of the waffle place the day you had taken them with you to the table-reading. It really was front-page news.

In A Stunning Display of Power And Wealth Y/N Y/L/N Adopts Four Hybrids

Straight to the point, every word chosen precisely to attract attention. A display of power and wealth. Of course, that’s what sold copies. That’s what people wanted to read; how one of the richest and most famous directors of your generation was showing off their wealth and power. Hybrids continued to be a sign of money. To adopt four hybrids meant you were crazy rich, but people already knew that when similar headlines had swept all tabloids just a year ago, brought on by the outrageous purchase of the Castle.

Four pages were dedicated to you and your hybrids, completed with more photos of the same day and quotes from “insider sources”. You closed the magazine and went to the counter. The cashier scanned it without glancing at your face, which saved you some trouble. You almost thought you would have to re-enact the comedic scene of the cashier looking at the magazine, then at you, then back at the magazine, then back at you like a robot that had stopped working. You shoved the magazine in your bag, self-conscious of anyone seeing it on you, and went back to the studios.

Filming would begin very soon, which meant you were swamped with work. Everything had to be perfect because that’s the kind of director you were. A perfectionist. If it also gave you an excuse not to think about the hybrids and all of the implications of the flutter of your heart when you were with them, you weren’t complaining. And if you were a little more distant, that could easily be attributed to your work too.

Sleepless nights became too common, your head was too loud and Jimin laying next to you only made it louder.

Filming started and your schedule changed. Most days you still woke up early and returned late at night, but because each scene required a specific time of the day there were nights you came back hours after midnight. You had promised the hybrids you would take them with you on set but every morning you got in the car alone.

Fourth day of filming and unexpected rain forced you to cancel the outside shooting. You only had outside filming that day. You rushed to make adjustments and switch to scenes that could be filmed inside the studios. The crew would need time to prepare everything for the filming so you had been left with the morning off.

You unlocked the door, hiding inside the house from the rain. It hadn’t rained like that in a long time. The heavens had opened up and the rain refused to stop coming down like it was determined to turn Los Angeles into a gigantic lake. Your shoes left puddles wherever you stepped, you would have to mop the floors later. You took them off and placed them by the door. They had suffered the most, the rest of yourself was relatively dry with the exception of the lower part of your pants.

No one was attacking you with hugs as you closed the umbrella someone from the staff had handed you, the hybrids mustn’t have heard you coming in. If they had heard you, you would have had an armful of Jimin and Jungkook by now.

“Oh, hey Yoongi,” you greeted the panther hybrid coming out of the kitchen. Your tactic with Yoongi was to act like you were talking to someone who didn’t strongly dislike you. The scowls and the sneers had decreased turning into a plastic sort of indifference and that’s what made you pause. His scowl could cut you like a knife. “Are you alright?”

Yoongi stalked past you. “What are doing back?” he asked harshly.

You were taken aback for a moment. He hadn’t spoken like that to you since before you had left for Virginia. “I have the morning off because of the rain. Did something happen here?”

“Why do you care?” Yoongi stood by the staircase, his black tail unmoving behind him.

“Why would I not care?” you shot back. The rain had already ruined your plans for the day and caused you enough stress to last you for a few more, you didn’t have enough energy to deal with Yoongi. “Seriously, what happened? Is Hoseok alright?”

A low growl vibrated through the room, you almost took a step back at the threatening sound. “Don’t you speak his name. Was caring for him another way to make you feel powerful? Is this some kind of sick way for you to gain power over someone?”

You were too tired to handle this delicately as you should, you recognized that and proceeded to ignore it. “What the hell is this about? I just came back from work.”

Yoongi scoffed, it was an ugly sound. “Because you have brainwashed everyone else, don’t think I don’t see you for who you are. Have you sold our story yet? About how you saved Hoseok and nursed him back to health? I am sure that will sell many magazines. Show them all how all-powerful you are.”

Through the haze of the day, the words started to click. “You found the magazine.”

“You didn’t try to hide it.” You couldn’t remember where you had left it, it had probably ended up in the stack of magazines under the living room table. “I knew no one would take four hybrids in out of the goodness of their hearts. Did it work? Was it worth it or are you already getting bored? Maybe you should adopt a couple more. Make more headlines.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you gritted out.

“That’s what you’d like to think,” Yoongi sneered. “All of you are the same. Hiding in your mansions and looking for the next chance to brandish your name. It’s a constant chase of power and standing, isn’t it? And you’ll use anyone you’ll find in your way to climb higher. I know how it is. You can’t fool me. I’ve been dealing with people like you for years!”

Your pants and your wet socks were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your head was buzzing. It hurt because that’s everything you had been trying to avoid. Everything you had promised yourself not to become. Everything you had criticized your parents and their circle for. You weren’t like them. You had never been like them.

“You don’t know me, don’t pretend you do,” you said forcefully. “Do you really think that’s how magazines work? I just call them and tell them I want them to write about me? Put me on the front cover? That’s not it. Even if it was, why would I do that? I couldn’t care less about the power-plays you’re talking about. I’m a director and my work speaks for itself. I don’t need magazines to brandish my name because my movies and my shows are more than enough. The paparazzi saw the chance and they took it. Their goal is to sell and their headlines showcase exactly that; what people would buy. I never hid the fact that I adopted hybrids but I wasn’t flaunting it to the media either.”

“Why should I believe you?” Yoongi growled.

You sighed, a sound full of frustration. “Frankly, I don’t see what else I could do to make you believe me! I tended to Hoseok. I didn’t ask any questions. I tried hard not to cross any boundaries and to make you feel welcome. What more do you want me to do?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi said simply. “Nothing you do can change my mind.”

It was like a stone dropped in the pit of your stomach. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. Yoongi had been through a lot, that much was clear, but it was unfair that he was taking out everything on you. You were paying for the scars other humans had inflicted on him.

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“You don’t know what I think.”

“It’s pretty clear,” you muttered. “Alright, I can’t change your mind, I won’t even try. I know how to pick my battles. But if you really despise me so much then why bother? Nothing you say will change anything. Are you trying to uncover some hidden truth about me and how evil I am? Then what?”

The fur on Yoongi’s tail and ears stood on end. “I don’t care. I don’t care about you, about what you have done and what you will do as long as we’re gone from here. I don’t care for your charity or your pity. Did it ever occur to you that I never wanted to be here in the first place?”

You swallowed, willing your heart rate to calm down. “Then tell Hoseok and Jimin yourself. The keys are by the door.”

You didn’t wait for Yoongi to say anything else, turning around and locking yourself in your room. You laid down on your bed, your hands gripping your hair. The exhaustion this time was beyond physical, beyond mental. Your hands retreated from your hair, sliding down your cheeks. Your fingers were wet.

Later when Jimin and Jungkook knocked on the door, you had to open the door or risk worrying them. They jumped on the bed and snuggled close to you. You held your phone waiting for the call to go to the studios.

You didn’t face any new problems with filming. The actors were all incredible, seemingly one with their characters. You did a lot of filming at 300 Fox Way, the psychic’s house with its mystic aura and weirdly compelling assortment of objects. You instructed the actors, talked with the crew, and analyzed the script down to each comma. Focusing on anything other than Yoongi’s words and your hybrids had turned into an art form.

The sleepless nights didn’t cease, you and the moonlight had become good friends. Jimin’s visits to your room thinned out. He had noticed you pulling away. You didn’t hug him anymore or kissed his forehead before falling asleep, you couldn’t come to terms with doing that after everything that had happened. You had thought that maybe you would sleep better alone but that had been proved false soon after.

You got out of bed for the fourth night in a row. Every position was uncomfortable. Keeping your steps light you left the room. The large house was eerie at night, the living room area with its glass walls looked endless, combining the actual living room, the dining room, and what the real estate agents had called the family room that was really just another living room.

You couldn’t stay in your room on nights like these, it was too contained. The night air on your skin sent shivers down your frame as you walked out on the balcony. It was two days before the full moon and its glow illuminated the world.

What had you gotten yourself into? You wished you could go back to that morning and decline your mother’s invitation to the gala. Maybe, just maybe, then you would be able to sleep, your head wouldn’t be fighting you at every turn, at every chance.

Little pieces of moonlight shimmered and danced on the lake. The calmness of the world was a stark contrast to the mess in your head. You remembered how Jungkook had looked at the lake in awe that very first night, you had noticed then that he looked at Jimin the same way. You wondered how you looked at them and if anyone had noticed.

The moon had no answers for you.

Two golden eyes were looking up at you from the garden, they shone like the fires that had been extinguished earlier. Namjoon tilted his head, inviting you down. A weird sense of deja vu took over. You had lived something very similar before, a night that had changed so much.

You shouldn’t go. You should stay where you were, alone and safe, away from fluttering heartbeats and dangerous warmth. But the night had its way of calling out the risky nature of people. The thrill was so much more enticing when darkness ruled.

Climbing down the stairs, you kept your steps quiet. You never knew which sound would wake up the hybrids. Namjoon was standing by the flower bushes close to the curtain of vines that lead into the forest. He was wearing a dark blue pair of pajama pants and a simple black T-shirt.

“What are you doing awake so late?” you whispered, like everything around you had ears.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You shook your head. “I have trouble sleeping, remember?”

Namjoon had caught you a few times wandering the house at night, he was the only one who knew that a lot of nights sleep didn’t come to you willingly. His own nightly adventures were more complicated.

“Why are you awake?” you asked him again. “Please don’t tell me you smelled distress or something again or I’ll freak.”

Namjoon chuckled, you had missed it. Keeping your distance meant you only saw them for barely two hours every day. They all tried to not make too much noise with you in the constant mood of ‘tired and gloomy’.

“No, that’s not it.” He looked up, over the trees. “It’s the full moon.”

“You have to be kidding me. Do you turn into a wolf too?”

Namjoon raised his hands in surrender, his dimples on full display. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I couldn’t sleep either and I like being outside at night like this. It’s peaceful.”

You couldn’t disagree with that. There was something alluring about the quiet of the night. You would describe yourself more as a morning person than a night owl but both of them were true, waking up early for work then staying up late for it too.

“Are you alright?” The smile had fallen from his lips.

You squirmed under the intensity of his gaze. “I’m just tired, that’s all. Filming takes a lot out of me.”

Namjoon sighed. “Are you sure that’s all there is? You have been acting differently, did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

You knew they would notice but you had hoped they would think it was because of your work. Work did take a lot out of you but it also used to be the reason you were so much happier returning home.

“It has been going on for too long. You don’t spend any time outside your room or your office if it isn’t to eat. You are avoiding us. Jimin and Jungkook stopped scenting you because they think they’re making you uncomfortable.”

“It isn’t- They aren’t making me uncomfortable. I’m just tired from work and I don’t-” you tried to deny it but you fell short of excuses.

“You were working before too, but it wasn’t like this,” he pointed out. “You were tired then too. Some nights you came back and I could smell the exhaustion around you like a disease. But you smiled when Jimin and Jungkook ran up to you and didn’t let you go, you laughed at Jin laughing at his own jokes. You came to me when it got too loud here.” He pointed to your head.

“We weren’t filming then.” It was a weak attempt but you had to make it.

Namjoon regarded you carefully. Beams of moonlight got tangled in his gray hair turning it silver. He looked at home right there at that moment, close to the trees with the moon shining on him. He was every bit of magic you had ever witnessed.

“This started before filming did. I knew there was something wrong when you came back from the gala. Something happened there,” Namjoon concluded. “I should have come with you.”

You shook your head vigorously. Imagining him next to you while your mother spoke about hybrids like that was torture. “No, you shouldn’t. You shouldn’t have been with me.” You paused to compose yourself. “It wasn’t good, it was really bad actually. It wasn’t the gala itself, there some interesting people and… My mother…” You took a deep breath. “I don’t think I like my parents very much,” you admitted.

It was hard to say after years of half-hearted attempts at mending your relationship with them. All those years apart you had become very different people. You had trouble remembering what they were like before they left you in your aunt’s care. You couldn’t see any traces of them in yourself, you didn’t enjoy what they enjoyed, your interests and priorities, the way you viewed the world were very different.

In the past few days, you had grown to hate your mother’s voice in your head but you had a feeling that it had been much longer than that. The only difference was that before, you had been able to ignore it.

Namjoon came closer, his hand touching your palm waiting for you to make the first move. You took his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest. “That’s alright. You don’t have to like them, no one is forcing you to.”

“But they are my parents.”

He stroked your back gently. “It doesn’t matter, that isn’t enough of a reason.”

“They aren’t bad people.”

“They don’t need to be bad people for you to dislike them.”

You stayed like that for a few moments, taking in his presence. You had missed being in his arms so much, like an ache that couldn’t go away.

He stopped stroking your back, cupping your cheek and pulling back so you were facing each other. “I’m always here for you. I don’t care about anything else but seeing you happy. I’m here.”

“I missed you,” you admitted like it was a secret.

Namjoon smiled softly. “I missed you too.” His thumb caressed your lower lip. There was a tingling sensation all over your skin. “Can I?” he asked just like the very first time.

You let out a shuddering breath. “Should we be doing this?”

“Do you want to?” he asked carefully.

You bit your lip before nodding. He leaned down connecting your lips. It was soft and careful, all the longing and hurt of the past days poured into the kiss. You pulled him closer and he came willingly. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

An awful laugh cut through the night. You pulled away from Namjoon like you had been burnt. Yoongi was one with the night, dark like a shadow.

“So this is it? Is this why you adopted them all? So you can have your pick when you’re in the mood?” The expression on his face was cruel, twisted up in disgust.

Namjoon growled, his sharp canines shinning in the moonlight. In that moment, Namjoon looked more dangerous than ever before. “Shut your mouth.”

“I see she has turned you into her dog. How long did it take to tame you?”

You held Namjoon back before he could lunge at the panther. You were afraid that if you let him go, there would blood on their clothes. “Don’t.”

Yoongi took a tense step forward. “That’s right, listen to your owner. Is that what she has turned all of you into? Her toys? Just for a roof over your head and food?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Namjoon growled. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi clenched his fists. There was anger and something else you couldn’t see in the night amidst your panic. “I knew it. I knew no one did what you did without any kind of agenda. Seems like the magazine was right, at least in part. You can’t fool me, even if you managed to fool everyone else.”

With that he was gone, like he was never there.

You couldn’t breathe. Your hand was still wrapped around Namjoon’s wrist and you couldn’t breathe. You counted in your head. One, two, three…

When Namjoon tried to touch your shoulder, you pulled away. “I’m going back to my room,” you said. Your voice sounded shaky to your own ears. Namjoon called out to you but you didn’t stop. He didn’t try to touch you again.

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