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rosierin · 4 months ago

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she used to love me | suna rintarou

synopsis; suna muses about his feelings towards (y/n), from childhood to current day.

(y/n)'s pov here

a/n; oh to be as positive and vibrant as y/n. also thank you to my lovely bf for proof reading this and helping me write in a guy's voice cause this shit was hard af

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

She used to love me.

Never in that dramatic, sappy, rom-com kind of way. Her love wasn’t loud, or complicated. Not really. It was just... there. Quiet, constant—like background noise I never really noticed until it stopped.

I think it started around when we were ten, back in elementary school—when our biggest problems were our times tables and whether we could eat two snacks before dinner without our mums noticing.

I was always a quiet kid.

Still am, honestly.

Didn’t talk much. Didn’t stand out much. Back then, I think people called me the weird kid, which was fine. I didn’t care. I liked it better that way, anyway.

Then there was her.

Bright. Loud. My polar opposite in every way. Always running toward something, while the rest of us followed. She'd probably deny it now, but she was always kind of a leader—even when she didn't notice it. She just had this... energy. One that pulled you in without you realising.

Sounds kind of annoying, actually. But it never was. Not her. Never her.

Looking back, I don’t even remember when we became friends. I don't think many people do. When you're kids stuff like that just sort of happens.

If I had to guess though, I'd say out friendship started the day I bought Pokémon Platinum for my DS. I planned on playing it right after class and shoved it in my backpack, not thinking anyone would notice.

She did.

She pointed it out during our lunch break, started talking my ear off—about how it was her favourite, why the Sinnoh region was the best, which starters were underrated.

I barely said two words. Just nodded. Listened. Most people would’ve taken the hint and gotten bored.

She didn’t.

Guess she decided I was worth the effort, because after that, she just... kept showing up. At school. At my house.

Some weekends, she’d appear in my bedroom, sit down next to me without asking and load up her own game like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I didn’t stop her, though. Never really wanted to.

She wasn't someone I expected to get along with. She was the embodiment of Little Miss Chatterbox—you know, that pink cartoon character with the blonde pigtails?

Yeah. That was (y/n).

Still, my awkward, moody teenage self must’ve seen the appeal, because I never told her to leave. And even now, she still talks my ear off about things I normally couldn’t care less about.

She was just... different. Just her.

Bright. Stubborn. Impossible to shake.

She was like glue. Or chewing gum. Clingy in a way I probably should’ve hated, but never did.

I remember calling her that once—chewing gum. Meant it as an insult.

She just grinned—big, gap-toothed, proud of herself—and asked me what flavour she’d be.

Back then, I didn’t know how to answer. I probably called her a weirdo, brushed her off while she probably scolded me for being mean.

If she asked me again, I’d probably say strawberry.

Summery. Bright. Liked by everyone. A real crowd pleaser. The kind of sweetness that sticks around even after it’s gone.

Yeah.

(Y/n) would be strawberry.

I should've known that Little Miss Strawberry had a crush on me when she would wait for me at the school gates every day.

Even if I was late.

Especially if I was late.

I remember being sick one morning and she waited outside for almost an hour, determined that I'd show up. It was only when one of the teachers spotted her outside and told her I caught the flu that she actually went inside.

She sat next to me during every lesson—got us told off more times than I can count. She was the type to miss it when teachers were shooting death glares at us. The type to laugh harder when we were specifically told not to laugh.

A royal pain in the ass.

But one I'd never dream of trading my seat with.

I remember how she'd always lend me her green highlighter. Said it didn’t suit her "aesthetic" anyway. Said that it matched my eyes.

(Teenage me did not get the hint.)

When we got older, people started calling us a duo. Not in a teasing way—more like we were inevitable. I guess, to everyone else, we looked like a story waiting to happen. Joint at the hip, or whatever they used to say.

As corny as it is, she was almost like gravity.

I didn’t have to reach for her. She was just always... there.

She had this laugh that cracked the corners of her serious little face. Always a little louder than the rest—like she was living everything in brighter colours than the rest of us.

And she smiled at me like I was important, like I mattered more than I ever realized.

Back then, I didn’t know how to name that kind of affection.

Maybe I still don’t.

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I think I started noticing it more around age thirteen, when we hit middle school.

The way she got quieter around me. The way she’d fidget with the hem of her sleeves when we talked. The blush that spread across her face when our hands touched. The way she always remembered the things I didn’t even know I’d said: what food I liked, what game I was waiting for, what songs I listened to—and then showing up with these little gifts.

A new playlist burned onto a CD.

A keychain of a character I said I liked once.

A melon pan that she'd shyly hand me after practice. God, she was so terrible at playing it cool.

"Here," she'd said, "was passing by the bakery anyway."

I didn't find it particularly funny at the time. But I think if she ever tried lying like that to me again, I'd laugh straight in her face.

There was no bakery anywhere near her walk home. She must’ve known I’d figure that out.

Thirteen-year-old me didn't call her out for it. Just accepted it all with a nod, or a smirk if I was feeling particularly self-aware that day.

But the real kicker?

She stopped calling me by my dumb nicknames.

No more RinRin.

No more Rinnie.

Just Rintarou, or Rin on days she was feeling bolder. Careful. Formal. Like she was scared of being too much.

I didn't think much of it at first.

But eventually, it clicked.

She liked me.

And I didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

I wasn’t into her like that. Not then.

She was still just... her. (Y/n). Little Miss Chatterbox. Little Miss Strawberry and still the royal pain-but-not in my ass.

Still the girl who beat me at Mario Kart by sabotaging my controller and laughed like it was the funniest prank in the world.

I didn’t want to lose that.

Didn’t want to lose her.

So I ignored it.

Pretended I didn’t notice when she started dressing different—fixing her hair in ways she never used to, wearing little accessories that didn’t feel like her.

I even caught the faint smell of perfume once when she sat down beside me, way stronger than anything she ever wore before.

It was the same scent I once said I liked. On some other girl.

I wasn’t stupid. I've always been pretty self-aware. I put it together.

And yeah—in a shitty, selfish, teenage boy way... sometimes I liked it. Liked knowing she thought I was worth trying for. Liked the way her eyes lingered when she thought I wouldn’t catch it. Liked the way she tried a little harder around me.

But I never said anything. Never did anything. Never entertained it, past maybe a small smile I didn’t bother hiding.

But she never confessed—never made it weird. She just kept loving me quietly like she'd been doing since we were nine, without ever asking for anything back.

I figured it’d fade. Eventually.

And I guess... it did.

But sometimes—sometimes I think about how carefully she used to look at me. And how careless I was with it.

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Her feelings began fading after that. Not all at once. Not dramatically. It happened in shifts—like seasons changing when you’re too distracted to notice.

It started when we started high school. We must've been fifteen, then.

She told me once, back in middle school, that she’d follow me wherever I went. And to be honest, I thought she was joking.

(She wasn’t.)

So when I got scouted to play for Inarizaki, she just shrugged and said, "cool. I'll go there too," like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And she did.

I joined the team in our first year.

I’d always been good at volleyball—not to brag, but it came easy. Movement. Instinct. Precision. All things I was good at and enjoyed.

She came to a few practices at first, hanging out on the bleachers, cheering like nobody else was watching. I guess some people might have found it embarrassing—but me? Nah. Actually, it was… kinda nice. Familiar.

It was a brand new school, away from home, away from everything we knew. We had to stay in dorms, surrounded by people with funny accents and different hobbies—so having (y/n) was a comfort I most definitely took for granted.

After practice, she’d wait for me by the gates. We’d walk to our dorms together, eat lunch together like always.

She was still my person—still the one who refilled my water bottle without me asking, still the one who yelled at me when I forgot to do my homework.

Thing is, we weren’t the only ones anymore. There were teammates now. Locker rooms. New people. New jokes.

But she was still right there. Still mine—in a way I didn’t have a name for yet.

It was her idea that I introduce her to the team. I figured why not. I spent most of my time there, anyway. The team was pretty chill.

Well... most of them.

That's when the Miya twins entered the picture.

Or rather, tore the pen from our hands and wrote themselves into our story.

Loud. Ridiculous. Annoyingly talented. That's how I'd have described them back then. (Well, actually... They haven't changed much.)

She wasn’t keen on Atsumu at first—can’t blame her. Said he talked too much. Said he moved like he knew people were watching. Not that she was wrong.

Osamu was more tolerable—calmer, more polite. She liked him better.

Sometimes, I'd catch her laughing at something he said and—well, it made sense. Osamu and I were pretty similar—same energy, same dry humour, same vacant expression.

Hypothetically, if she were gonna have a crush on anyone, Osamu seemed like the obvious choice.

Not that it bothered me.

(Not really.)

(Not enough to think about it for more than a second.)

Why would I?

She still sat beside me at lunch. Still poked my side when I zoned out. Still smiled that smile that made everything else a little quieter.

We were still a duo. Still unshakable.

Sure, there was the twins.

But me? I was still her anchor, and things were still good.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

By the time we were sixteen, somewhere in the middle of high school, things had officially changed.

She just... stopped waiting for me after class.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. Figured she was just busy—making new friends, expanding her orbit a little.

It was good, I told myself. Healthy, even.

She wasn’t supposed to stay glued to me forever.

Still—it threw me off. More than I wanted to admit.

I’d catch her across the courtyard sometimes, sitting with Osamu, bickering with Atsumu, then laughing harder than I'd heard in a while. Not the quiet laugh she used to save just for me. Louder. Freer. A little wilder.

At first, I was glad since I thought it meant we could just be normal again. No tension. No careful glances. No aching silences.

But then something started to ache anyway. And I didn’t understand why.

The twins pulled her in like a tide. They were loud, chaotic, overwhelming—but she still held her own.

She never let Atsumu win an argument. Never. She matched his volume, his fire, his rhythm like she was built for it.

And I watched—quietly, stubbornly—as something bloomed between them. Something she and I never had.

And the thing is… she didn’t fall for him right away.

She actually hated him at first. It took her months to actually warm up to him. She told me she thought he was a self-absorbed loudmouth. Which, yeah. He was. Still is.

And it was funny, honestly—watching them argue like an old married couple.

I’d smirk behind my water bottle, listen to her roast him without missing a beat, listen to Atsumu get all red-faced and defensive.

She always won. Always.

And it was good—good to see her like that. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable.

Except... sometimes, I'd catch the way her smile lingered when he said something stupid. The way her face lit up when she teased him.

At first, I brushed it off, because there was no way, right? Atsumu and (y/n)?

Yeah. Nah.

(Y/n) liked quiet guys. Chill guys. Guys who didn’t need to be the centre of attention.

Guys like—

...

Well. Never mind.

If she was gonna fall for anyone, it would’ve been Osamu. That made sense. That was safe.

But Atsumu?

No.

'Least that's what I thought.

But something changed. I don’t know when. I don’t even think she noticed.

But I did.

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There was a time I was the one she looked for first in a room. Didn’t matter where we were��class, a crowded gym. Her eyes would always find mine first, like it was automatic.

By the time we were seventeen, I think I’d already lost that.

And then came graduation. We were eighteen when the four of us moved in together—me, the twins, and her. A decision that felt inevitable, like we were just continuing the story we started as kids.

New city. New school. New everything.

But her? She was still familiar. Still safe.

And then came that winter.

New Year’s Eve.

We'd gone back home for the holidays. My house was empty, the twins back home in Hyogo. (Y/n) was around, like she always was back then. And it just... happened.

I kissed her. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was messy, selfish—hungry in a way I hate admitting now.

I’d like to say it was love that made me do it. That I knew what I was feeling. But honestly? It was lust.

It was late. It was quiet. She was sitting on my bed, wearing my old hoodie, looking at me with those eyes she probably didn’t even realize were still full of hope.

And maybe it finally hit me how much she’d grown into herself. Not that she wasn’t always pretty—she was.

But now? Sitting there, close enough to touch, close enough to ruin—

Yeah. I wanted her.

Not in the right way. Not in the way she probably used to hope for.

I just... wanted her.

And because I was a dumb, horny teenager with the emotional range of a teaspoon, I gave in. I leaned in. I kissed her.

And the worst part?

She kissed me back.

Like she’d been waiting for it.

Like we were still kids and this was the ending everyone saw coming.

I let it get heated—too heated. Hands, breath, weight shifting—

I was ready to take it further.

I didn’t even stop to think if I should.

But she did. Thank God she did.

She pulled back. Said she couldn't go through with it. And I knew—I knew—it was because she had more sense than I did. That she wasn't looking for a casual hook-up.

And I was stupid to think for even a second that I was okay with that.

She didn’t look at me for the rest of the night—not because we were cuddling, but because she probably felt as conflicted as I did.

And that's how I knew I'd fucked up. Whatever she’d felt for me—the crush, the hope, the stupid, innocent dream of us—

I think that was the moment it died.

And I didn’t try to fix it.

Didn’t say sorry.

I just... pretended it never happened. Acted like it didn’t mean anything.

And she let me.

She kissed me like she’d always wanted to.

Then stopped like she’d never feel that way again.

And after that… she got closer to Atsumu.

And I pretended not to notice.

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I think that’s when I started to fall for her. Like, really fall.

Not for the version of her that used to sit beside me with strawberry pocky in her backpack and stars in her eyes. Not the kid who used to wait for me at the gates. But for the woman she was becoming—sharper, warmer, fiercer. Still soft in all the best ways. Still kind. Still sweet. Still hers.

But no longer mine.

And sometimes—more often than I’d like to admit—I still think about that kiss.

It’s stupid, probably. It’s been years. And we never talked about it. Not once. But the memory’s still there. Lodged under my ribs like a splinter I never pulled out.

I don’t regret it. Not even for a second.

Looking back, it was stupid timing. And probably selfish of me to make a move on her the way I did. But for one second, I knew what it felt like to have her want me. And I’d take that over pretending it never happened.

Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened if she hadn't pulled away. If I’d kissed her like I meant it—for more than just a moment. If I’d been a little braver. A little less stupid. If I’d grown up a little faster.

Maybe she would've stayed. Maybe she would've looked at me the way she used to.

But I didn’t. And neither did she. And now we just pretend it never happened.

I don’t bring it up. I don’t want to make things weird. Don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

She’s moved on. I know she has. She’s got her heart set on someone else now.

She probably doesn’t even think about that night anymore.

…But I do.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

We were nineteen when I first realized I was in love with her. Maybe I always was, in some far-off version of the timeline where I didn’t take her for granted.

Now we're almost about to graduate college and nothing’s changed.

She and Atsumu aren’t together, not officially. But they move like magnets now. They have their own inside jokes—the kind I’m not a part of. They cook together. Tease each other. Argue like it’s foreplay.

He’s softer around her. She’s brighter around him.

And it's not like I hate it. I like seeing her happy—I do. I just… miss being the one who got that version of her—miss being the one she used to look at like that.

And maybe that’s the part that’s hardest to explain. Because it's not just watching her fall for someone else. It’s watching her fall for someone I know.

Atsumu's one of my closest friends. And it’s not weird, exactly. Just… conflicting. Hard to explain.

It’s strange to see the way he looks at her when he thinks no one’s watching. Stranger still to think it’s the same way she used to look at me.

And I don’t think he even realizes it half the time. Or maybe he does and he just doesn’t know what to do with it. Because I know how Atsumu thinks. I know what scares him.

He’s terrified of commitment. Of getting it wrong. Of ruining something that matters. His pride gets in the way. I bet his career does, too.

He’s all or nothing, and he doesn’t know how to be subtle about it.

And maybe I’m not mad at him for that. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish he’d just get his shit together.

Say the damn words. Stop dancing around it. Stop wasting time she won’t ask him to hurry.

Because she won’t.

(Y/n) is soft. That’s just who she is. Too soft if you ask me. Too soft in a way that means she'll never ask for more. Never protect herself from hurt until it's too late.

She feels things deeply. Hopelessly. Quietly.

And I know that—because I experienced it first-hand.

I know how careful she can be with her love. How she shows it in the small things, like a green highlighter or a slice of melon pan. She doesn’t ask to be seen—not outright.

So yeah. Watching someone like her love someone like him?

It scares me a little. Because I know what it’s like to hold her feelings and not know what to do with them.

And I know what it’s like to lose them.

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She sits across the living room now, reading her little romance novel while Atsumu rants about something stupid from the kitchen. Osamu’s half-asleep on the couch. I’m pretending to scroll on my phone.

But I’m not really paying attention—hard to when she's sitting right there.

She glances up—sensing it, like she always does. Catches me in the act.

Smiles.

And it still hits me in the gut. Every. Single. Time.

Because I remember a time when that smile was mine first. When I was the one she waited for after class. When I was the one who knew all her little routines and inside jokes and favourite types of endings in books.

She used to love me.

And I let it pass me by.

Now I love her.

Quietly. Constantly.

And I don’t know if she’ll ever look back.

But if she ever does…

This time, I’ll be ready.

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uncannydevotion · 5 months ago

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more jeff thoughts!! he’s haunting me!! so here’s a part two to this post lol. it's just tht post but in jeff's pov, really.

warnings: lots of mentions of murder, blood, stalking, abduction. jeff is his own warning, really.

wc: 1.8k words of the ramblings of a madman

ever since jeff was young, he’d always been a bit of a jerk.

it was never too much though, just... he never had a filter when it came to his words, and it got him in trouble more often than not. it made it hard for him to make friends, because he'd always say something mean and it would just make people dislike him.

but then you had come into his life.

you moved in next door, and you were just a few months younger than him but you followed him and liu around like a puppy because they were the only other two kids in the neighborhood, and none of the kids at school wanted to hang out with the new kid.

he had expected you to prefer liu over him, to be honest. liu was nice, liu never said anything mean to you, liu knew how to comfort you when you'd fall on the concrete and scrape your knees.

jeff wasn't mean, but he didn't say nice things. you'd scrape your knees and he'd call you an idiot for tripping before helping you off the ground while you held back tears.

he really thought you didn't like him.

but you would hang out with him, even when liu wasn't around. jeff would decide to go out into the forest to throw rocks into a creek and you'd follow after him. when you'd sleep over, you always slept in his room. he thought it was because he had a bunk bed, but who knows.

he remembers the day you called him your best friend like it was yesterday.

it had been scorching hot outside, so you, jeff, and liu were all sitting in the living room of your house while your parents and their parents were setting up some stuff in the backyard for a pool-party and cookout.

liu was playing some castlevania game on his ds, and you were watching some show on tv. jeff wasn't paying attention to the show, he was too busy staring up at the ceiling.

but at some point, you had tugged at the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention, and when you looked at you, you had asked if he'd be okay with you making him a friendship bracelet. he thought that friendship bracelets were dumb, but this seemed like something you were serious about, so he did keep that thought to himself, at least.

he just asked why you'd want to make him a friendship bracelet, and you looked at him, confused, 'you're my best friend, why wouldn't i?' and... huh. why did his heart just get really fast?

the day he moved away was the day the world began to end for him. he remembers a lot of crying. an embarrassing amount of crying, actually. he's not sure he's ever cried that hard before. but how could he not cry? he was leaving behind his only friend, after all.

you had given him that friendship bracelet, and it was awful. it was just a bit too big on his wrist, so he had to adjust it every so often to keep it from falling off, and the colors you chose for the design didn't go together. but you had made it with love, and it easily became one of the best gifts he'd ever been given.

it was hard, moving so many miles away from you. it was hard waking up every day and not heading over to your place to eat breakfast. it was hard being alone again. is this what you had felt when you moved next door to him? this aching loneliness? a feeling that not even his own brother could make go away.

it didn't help that some of the kids at his new school decided to make him the target of their bullying. it's fine, he thinks. he's had kids pick on him before, so he know how to handle it. besides, he'd always feel better after calling you, so it really didn't matter to him.

but then the main kid, randy, had the audacity to steal the bracelet you had given him. jeff, to this day, doesn't really remember what happened.

all he knows is that he saw red the moment the snotty kid tore the bracelet off his wrist, a few of the beads scattering onto the concrete. he just remembers his hands being bloody when liu pulls him off the crying kid. he remembers the police coming to his house later that day, and liu taking the fall for the fight.

he never got the bracelet back after the fight.

things only got worse after that. he felt angry almost all the time. and if he wasn't angry, he was just... unbearably sad. it was getting to the point where he didn't even want to talk to you anymore, because he didn't want you to know what was happening.

some friend he is, huh?

and when the fire incident happened... well. we all know what came after. the night he finally broke, jeff called you. there was blood on his hands, staining his clothes, dripping from the cuts on his face. he was shaking as he dialed the number of your mom's phone.

were you even awake? would you answer? why was he even callin-

"jeff?"

the loud noise in his head went quiet, and he felt like all the troubles he had felt, the act of atrocity he had just committed—and would continue to commit—none of it mattered. just the sound of your voice, of which he had deprived himself of for almost a month.

he didn't respond, he just stood there in the hallway, standing outside liu's bedroom door. but you must've heard him breathing, because you continued to speak, asking if he was okay.

jeff slowly pulled open liu's door. his brother was sleeping peacefully in his bed, unaware of the fact that jeff had just murdered their parents. your next words had caused him to pause, standing over liu's bed.

"i made you another bracelet. next time we see each other, i'll make sure to give it to you. so don't get into anymore accidents."

and he wanted to respond, but the words wouldn't come out, and then liu was opening his eyes, and jeff hung up the phone. jeff was gone by the time the police arrived, and he only had one destination in mind.

it took him longer than he would've liked, getting distracted by a few more murders and pretty much hitchhiking most of the way because everyone who pulled over to offer a ride would drive away the moment they saw his face. but in a few weeks, he was at your home. or what was supposed to be your home, that is.

you weren't there. you were gone. some random couple had taken your place. their names are on the long list of jeff's victims. it's okay. he doesn't know where you went, but he'll find you. one day, he will.

and as time went on, even though he was no longer a kid and well into his twenties, jeff found himself visiting your old home almost every year. his home was gone, burnt to the ground shortly after killing liu and his parents. your home was the closest he had to one.

you were never there. until one year, you were.

he didn't recognize you, not at first. but then he saw your name on an envelope he had snatched from your mailbox (add obstruction of correspondence to his list of many crimes) and it was like all his patience had paid off.

jeff didn't immediately reveal himself to you. he wanted to, trust me, but... he needed to know. needed to see what you had grown up to become, to see if you had anyone important in your life. like a lover. so... he stalks you, obviously. and one of the first things he noticed was the lack of keepsakes you had of him.

when he'd broken into your home while you were out at work and went through your stuff, he expected to find something of his. the cheap dog plush he'd won for you at an arcade once, or a photo, or a letter at the very least. but there was nothing.

it's like every memory of him had been wiped, and that left him feeling... angry, to be honest. did you want to forget he ever existed? did your friendship mean nothing to you? he'd almost been tempted to let his anger get the better of him and kill you, but he didn't.

as much as he didn't want to admit it, you were the one person he couldn't hurt.

instead, he hunted down your phone number and started calling you. you would answer every time, and he wouldn't talk. he'd listen. listen, and hope that maybe you'd figure out it was him.

but you never did. you'd always ask him to stop calling, ever polite, before hanging up. the cycle would repeat itself, until jeff saw you getting cozy with some guy at work.

aka, he just saw some dude chatting you up and you weren't turning his advances down. the only logical course of action was murder, obviously.

jeff held his phone up to his ear that night as he called, and you picked up almost immediately. the light in your room was on, so he knew you were home as he approached the backdoor in your kitchen.

"...jeff?"

and like that night, all those years ago, it's like everything in the world went quiet from the sound of your voice alone. he let out a sigh, something that sounded so fond, before picking up a rock and throwing it at the window of the door, shattering the glass and allowing him to unlock the thing.

pushing the door open, he can hear the way your breath hitches on the other end of the call. the glass on the ground crunches beneath his shoe as he walks inside.

it really did feel like coming home.

"you still have the bracelet you made for me, yeah?" he asks. but after all these years away from you, he thinks he deserves more than a bracelet.

you hang up. not unexpected, given the circumstances. but that doesn't stop jeff from making his way upstairs. he could hear you through your bedroom door, your voice shaking as you spoke on the phone.

you had dialed 911, it would seem.

there were tears streaming down your face by the time he opened the door to your bedroom. his heart was racing. he had been waiting, craving, this reunion for years, and it was finally happening.

you stopped speaking as soon as your gaze met his, and jeff could make out the operator's voice as they told you the police were on their way.

it's such a shame that by the time the police got there, you were nowhere to be found.

'notorious serial killer suspect in abduction of local resident. please call the hotline if you have any information on their whereabouts.'

#in the thoughts of v — haunted by ideas.#please dear god get him out of my head #he's been in there all week i cannot think of anyone but him #i actually really like this... i think it came out okay all things considered....#anyways there will be no part 3 to this this is it #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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holdmytesseract · 1 month ago

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Sacrifice

Sam Porter Bridges x fem!porter!Reader

Summary: When you and Sam get caught up in a fight against a BT, the porter steps in to safe your life - and sacrificing himself.

Warnings: changed timeline/plot? (I had to mix DS1 & DS2 things up a bit. Hope that's okay.), spoiler? If you haven't seen/played DS1 or at least started DS2, normal DS stuff, fluff/romance, pining? hidden feelings, angst - quite a bit, drama, a fight, guns, death (but not really, because you know why), BTs, mentions of scars and injuries, nudity? FLUFF

Word Count: 3,7k

a/n: Well... I never ever thought that I would be writing for a video game character at one point in my life, but here we are... And what can I say? I've been enjoying it SO much. I love Sam.

A shout-out goes out to @weirdoneattheparty , who inspired me to write this. And @savage-rhi , who sent me an idea, which I built into this fic. I hope y'all like this. I tried my best.

Pls go easy on me. It's my first time writing for Sam and DS in general. I hope I got this right. I'm not entirely satisfied with the story, but...

Masterlist

But you had to face reality. You and Sam wasn't going to happen. He had already lost so much in his life... His partner and unborn baby... His parents... You knew he would probably never be able to open up his heart again - let alone for a woman. He had taken too much damage; the walls around him thick and high. He was unreachable - figuratively and literally. The return of his Aphenphosmphobia was the result of damage and pain he had to suffer.

Friends. Good friends. That's all you and your fellow porter had been since years. And that's all you were ever going to be. Friends.

Not that you couldn't imagine being more than that, no... You definitely could picture you and Sam being way beyond the status of friendship. Perhaps you had even caught yourself daydreaming about it whenever you watched him pack his cargo from distance. Or talking to Heartman, Fragile or other porters.

Not falling for the man was an impossible task to accomplish for you at some point. You had seen it coming. Of course, you did. Knowing yourself well and having the tendency to fall for men out of your reach, it was just a ticking time bomb - bound to explode sooner or later. And it did.

Closed off, shy, introverted - that was the side of Sam you had met first. It had been intriguing. Exciting. Curious. An invisible string drawing you to the lone wolf. It had taken you months - years to gain his trust as a 'friend', but everything was worth it. You wouldn't want to miss him. Ever. Behind the tough shell was a kind, soft man, who found himself struggling more often in life than he was ready to admit. "Everything I touch, I lose." had been his answer to your question about his phobia and why it was existent. You didn't say anything; speechless about the harsh truth in his words.

By now, you had cracked his shell at least a little - well, you assumed you did. Unless he wouldn't have opened up to you, right? Showing you his more vulnerable side; trusting you to do so.

Sam Bridges - so easy to love and so hard to get.

A stone. A damn stone was enough to make you stumble and almost lose your balance. "Damnit," you cursed under your breath after luckily catching yourself to prevent the fall. "Eyes on the road, Y/N," you chided yourself while checking on your cargo - just to make sure. "Daydreaming won't get you anywhere," you mumbled. "And certainly not closer to-" "Hey, Y/N. You good?"

A shiver you couldn't shake off ran down your spine at the so familiar, dark and honeyed timbre. Speaking of the devil...

You looked up to see Sam approaching you; skillfully skipping past the rocks which caused you to almost kiss the grassy ground. "Hey, uh, yeah. All good. Just, um, checking my cargo." He gave you a nod. "Where are you heading?" You straightened up; now properly facing the handsome porter. "The Distribution Center South of Lake Knot City." The tiniest, probably cutest smile you had ever seen him smile darted across his face. "I'm going to South Knot City. We could go together - at least half the distance."

You had to fight hard not to blush at his offer. Spending more time with Sam than usual? How could you say no?

"Sure. I'd love to have some company in this lonely business..." You smiled bashfully back at him. Sam jutted his head direction south, "Let's get going. We have to cross a quite big BT area. Should probably get through that before nightfall." and started to march forward. You followed him. "Yeah. That was my plan, too."

The set in of quite heavy timefall signaled you two that you must be very close to the aforementioned BT area. And not just that... With both - you and Sam being DOOMs sufferer, you were able to feel it, too. You more than Sam. You didn't just feel them. You were actually able to see them - without the help of a BB. Of course, Lou felt them as well - like Sam's odradek told you and him. There was no need to check the weather map.

"Let's try to move quick and quiet," you whispered. "Can you do that, Mr. Bridges?" Teasing your friend from time to time was inevitable. He scoffed and walked ahead. "A piece of cake." You smiled - and once again followed him. You two moved quick and quiet - like planned, but nevertheless had to fight off a few BTs. Others you were able to 'dodge'.

Sam placed his hand on your upper arm.

But then something unforeseeable happened... A gate quake. A really heavy gate quake. An 8 on the scale as you both got so kindly informed afterwards. An information neither of you could concentrate on, because you and Sam suddenly found yourself ankle deep in tar with a huge, gigantic BT in the form of a whale flying above your heads. You had seen a lot of BTs in your life. Countless. But that... That was a first.

"S-Sam..." "Yeah, I know," he instantly answered; already reaching for one of his weapons. The man was way calmer than you were. Of course, he was. You knew this wasn't the first duel he had with such a 'monster'. "You got any weapons on you?" You nodded. "Get them out. We're fighting this together, 'kay?" You nodded once again with your eyes stuck on the danger ahead. "Y/N, hey." The call of your name managed to redirect your attention to Sam; turning your head to look into his blue eyes. He gave you a reassuring look, "We got this, alright?" and did something he never did before. Not in all those years you knew him...

"A-Alright," you managed to answer with a slightly shaky voice; trying to get your shit together. He gave you a nod - and as fast as his gloved hand was being placed on your upper arm, as fast was it gone again; leaving a burning, sizzling feeling of longing behind on your clothed skin. It felt like as if you had tasted a fragment of what you thought was out of reach for you. A glimpse of what could be.

It was a gentle touch. Shy. Timid. Precious. It caused your breath to hitch in your throat. You knew of Sam's phobia. Of his fears. You also knew that he started to lose this fear with the help of his newfound work and the connection to other people. Friends. He was taking slow steps into a once fearful direction for him - like a toddler.

You just didn't know that you had earned the privilege to be worthy of his touch yet. It was overwhelming - and unfortunately fed your romantic feelings for the very special human standing beside you even further.

Working together as a team, you slowly but surely managed to subdue the monstrous BT whale. But one moment of negligence turned the tables completely - in the worst outcome possible...

The haunting sounds of bullets flying ripped you out of the haze you'd been trapped in. Sam was already firing at the 'threat' looming above your heads. Forcing yourself to focus, you reached for your anti-BT gun as well and opened the fire; doing everything in your power to help Sam.

The creature fought back, of course, and gave you a very hard time to win the upper hand. Stomping through the tar to reach anything to climb onto for better aim and stability one second, dodging an attack the next. It was a kind of fight you had never experienced before with Sam definitely saving your ass more than once; telling you when to dodge, jump or 'run'.

It was the moment the BT had dived inside the tar under your feet; seemingly giving you a short break to catch your breaths and the chance to reload your weapons, unload old ones or get new ones. "You okay?" Sam panted; checking in on you. You nodded. "Are you?" "Yeah," he confirmed, then looked down at the pod attached to his suit. "Lou's a bit on edge, though," he said; stroking the pod with the cute Bridge baby inside gently. You smiled softly. "Understandable. This is quite nerve-wra-"

You had sensed it. Lou did, too. But you reacted too late - unlike Sam. The man quickly shoved you aside. "Run!" Was all he said before the tar opened up beneath him. You knew what it meant. Of course, you did. But you didn't want to believe it. "Sam!" You scrambled back to your feet. Entirely covered in tar, you tried to run towards him, but he stopped you; stretching out his hand. "I said run!" "But-" You started - wanted to argue, but gritted your teeth. It was no use. Looking at him for a moment - a moment you wished had lasted longer, you turned and started to 'run'; trying to get away as fast as possible, which wasn't easy. Tar was really unforgiving.

For you, it felt like the sudden, cruel twist of fate happening in slow motion, but actually everything flashed by within seconds. You didn't see how the BT swallowed Sam - but you could feel it.

Matter plus antimatter equals Voidout.

The 'explosion' caught up to you quicker than you were able to flee. The earth vibrating beneath your feet and throwing you off balance. Your body hit the ground once more. A loud 'bang' left your ears ringing. Searing whiteness settled over you and blinding your vision, before darkness swallowed you whole.

You took a hasty, rash step forwards - and almost fell; were barely able to keep the balance to not topple over. Your breath came out in ragged gasps. To your feet was a gigantic crater with a huge tar hand print right in the middle of it. The nature that was once growing in this place completely wiped out. It left you breathless - and not in a positive way.

The wind was cool against the tip of your nose; tickling you rather harshly awake. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open. Your brain needed a moment to catch up, orientate and remember what had happened. The BT, the fight, the Voidout, and - Sam. At the thought of him, you instantly shot to your feet; ignoring your body's protests. "Sam!" You screamed from the very top of your lungs, despite already knowing that it was in vein. Deep down, you knew that you'd never see him again. Hence, it was already a wonder you survived this.

"Sam!" You screamed again; looking around. Yours - and Sam's cargo was all over the place. Some most likely destroyed. The really important things hopefully still intact.

Tears flooded your eyes as they skimmed over all the damage this Voidout left behind - and because of the man it took from you. And just like that - within the blink of an eye, your life had become a wasteland. Losing the person who meant the most to you - and he didn't even know. You wanted to break down, curl yourself up into a ball and cry - but then you saw it. A figure in the distance. Something that looked very close to a human being. You narrowed your eyes in the hopes of recognizing more. The suit... It was familiar. Your pupils widened mere seconds later.

"S-Sam?" Could it truly be? No... It was impossible, was it? But then again... This world you lived in now was strange. You shouldn't be alive as well and yet here you were. So, could it possibly be that Sam was...

Your feet started to run on their own will; carrying you as fast as somehow possible over to the figure laying on the grassy, rocky ground. "Sam?!" The closer you got, the more you could make out his features. "Sam!" It was him. It was truly him.

You fell on your knees beside the man; hands reaching for his shoulders to gently shake him in the hopes of waking him up. "S-Sam..." You got no reaction. "Sam, p-please..." Nothing.

It hurt. A lot.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and dripped onto his upper body. "Please... D-Don't do this to me." You whispered; voice cracking. "Sam... I-I... I love you." You sobbed and cupped his cheeks within your warm palms; feeling the coolness of his skin and the stubble of his beard. Still. No reaction or response in any way. No sign of life.

"N-No," you cried; rocking back and forth on your knees, before lowering your body to press your forehead against his. He had sacrificed himself for you. You should be laying here. You. Not Sam. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I-I should've been more attentive."

You didn't know how much time passed. How long you had stayed in this position, but suddenly, you could detect movement from beneath you. Thinking you were absolutely going crazy now and hallucinating, you ignored it. Until Sam literally shot up from the ground with a deep wheezing breath; shoving you aside on the way. You landed on your ass beside him and watched with big, red eyes how he gasped for air and mere seconds later bend over to throw up... tar?

You didn't trust your eyes - stared at him open-mouthed. This couldn't be... It was impossible, right?! Were you all just dreaming this? Wishing this to happen?

"S-Sam?" You whispered in a shaky voice. His head snapped up to face you; beautiful deep blue eyes locking on yours. Slowly, almost hesitatingly, you crawled forward - inch after inch, to get closer to the man again. The remains of his phobia was the last thing your brain thought of in that very moment; too stunned by what was going on right in front of your eyes.

Cautiously, you reached out your trembling hands to carefully cup his cheeks once more. They weren't remotely as cold as before. Your eyes were still locked onto each other, as the man managed to sit up properly - not even flinching at your touch. Quite the opposite... His gloved fingers wrapped gently around your wrist. "I'm here," he whispered then - and you broke. The sheer relief you felt replaced the disbelief.

Unable to control the feelings which crashed into you like a wave, you leaned forwards to connect your lips to Sam's; bumping his nose on the way. Your eyes slipped shut as you finally kissed him. A last tear rolled down your cheek.

Sam was stunned. You could tell. Which made you realize what you were just doing. Retreating from the kiss, you shook your head and already inhaled deeply to voice your apology - but you didn't get to say even a single word.

The tickle of his goatee against your chin was a mere 'warning', before you felt his lips on yours once again. Your heart threatened to burst through your ribcage at how hard it was pounding; caused by this. You couldn't help but melt into the slow, chaste kiss. It felt surreal, heavenly, right. A soft pop stated the end (for now) of the quite intimate exchange. Your eyes were still closed shut as you brought your forehead into its previous position - pressed against Sam's.

"H-How?" You asked quietly after a few beats of silence; thumbs absentmindedly caressing the apple of his cheeks. Sam didn't say a word. Instead, he started to shift and move away from you - much to your dismay. Your hands slipped away from his face; eyes watching how he started to shed his backpack, odradek and BB pod following. You were utterly confused and didn't know what was going on inside his head, until he was sitting shirtless in front of you - a dangerous thing to do out here in the wilderness. Timefall could set in any time.

"Sam, what-" Then you saw it. The huge scarred cross carved into his belly. Your eyes widened. You had only heard of it, but never seen it before. "Y-You're a repatriate," you breathed out; looking back up into Sam's eyes. He gave you a nod. His hand gently cupped the back of your head to pull you closer to him once more and keep your forehead pressed against his. "You never told me..." "I know. I should've. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare the shit out of you, but... It was the only option I had. I couldn't let you die... I just couldn't."

His voice cracked at the end of his sentence - and your heart ached for him. You knew how much he had already lost in his life. He deserved so much more than just grief, frustration and sadness.

"Shhh, it's okay," you reassured him, "It's okay." and pulled him into a hug - something you longed to do for such a long time now. Sam melted against you; forehead buried in your shoulder. Apparently, he needed this as well.

You sat there together in the grass and dirt for what felt like an eternity, and you would've sat there way longer, but the rumble of thunder interrupted the moment. Timefall.

"We have to move. It'll start to rain soon." Sam nodded; was already working on getting dressed again. You moved as well and got up - feeling a sudden, very painful sting in your leg; causing a hiss to escape your lips. Only now did you notice that there was a blood stain on your thigh; the fabric around it torn. You must've hit something during the 'explosion' - or something hit you, but you didn't notice until now. The adrenaline level in your body had clearly been high enough to drown out the pain.

"You're hurt," Sam stated matter-of-factly as he came to stand beside you. "May I?" He gestured at your injury. You nodded. The man squatted down to examine the wound carefully. His hands were gentle and cautious to not accidentally hurt you. "It's nothing too bad, I'd say," he said and stood back up again with a grunt. "Did you have a PCC on you? Coincidentally?" "Y-Yeah. It should be laying around here somewhere." You looked around; trying to detect the object of desire. "I'll have a look." Sam took your hand in his for a moment to give it a squeeze. "You stay here, okay?" You complied and sat your ass down on the ground; feeling the pain numbing your entire leg. Luckily, it didn't take the porter long to find the PCC. "Let's build a safe house. We can tend to your wound, rest and escape the timefall. Besides, it's getting dark. Better stay here for the night." You couldn't agree more. You certainly didn't feel like walking through the night until you reached a distribution center or city. It was quite a distance to the next facility.

The safe house was printed quickly - just in time before the quite heavy timefall set in. Sam patched up your injury as best as he could. A good few hours of sleep helped the both of you to restore your blood levels and gather new energy.

With the first rays of sunshine, you hit the road again; leaving the safe house behind for other porters to use. Your leg didn't get worse - which was a good thing. It wasn't really better either, but at least you were able to walk. Sam looked out for you, of course; made sure you kept up and were okay with the route he took to get you (and him) to your destination. He even carried your cargo for you. Something you actually didn't want. "I can carry those. You don't have to do this," you had said, but Sam insisted. "I wanna," he had simply stated and started to shoulder your stuff.

Here you were now, on your way together to the Distribution Center South of Lake Knot City. Sam, though, made a little detour - as you noticed. You had walked this path before, so you knew. "Sam? Uh, where are we going?" "You'll see. Trust me." "O-Okay..."

Wordlessly, you followed him - until you saw some kind of smoke in the distance; emerging from a seemingly hidden place. You frowned but didn't question it. Yet.

"Didn't know you had one, either." The porter's voice suddenly cut through the very pleasant silence; eyes stuck on your bare upper arm. On the prominent scar there, to be precise. Your eyes followed his gaze. "Oh, yeah, this... Have it since I was a small child," you explained. "Much like yours." Sam reached out his hand to cup yours. "We both carry something from our past still with us, then." "We do. Another connection we share." You gently squeezed his hand; smiling.

It turned out that the 'smoke' was actually water vapor; rising from a hot spring - and that was exactly where Sam was taking you. "A... hot spring?" The man gave you a nod, alongside a low huff and started to shed his gear once again. "It's not just a hot spring, love. This is a healing spring," he explained while getting into the spring and letting the water submerge his body all the way up to his pectorals. "Come on in. It's gonna help your wound."

You gave him a soft smile, shed your gear almost entirely as well and joined him. You instantly felt the healing effect of the water; skin tickling. "This is nice. This is really nice." Sam smiled at you; visibly happy he had the idea for this little detour and was able to help you heal.

After taking a healing bath in the hot spring, Sam got you and your cargo safely to the distribution center. Before he left and moved on to his destination - South Knot City - he paid your private room a visit; not leaving without saying goodbye. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you saw him step over to the bed on which you sat. "Leaving?" "Mhm." You nodded; smiling up at him. "Be careful out there, okay? Repatriate or not... Just be careful. I don't want anything happening to you," you whispered the last sentence; lacing your fingers through his. "I promise," Sam answered, and bend over to press a lingering kiss on your forehead. "You be careful as well. I'll see you around. Soon as I get this delivery done, I'm picking you up here again, okay?" You squeezed his hand. "Okay."

FYI: @yas-yas-mimi @weirdoneattheparty @mvewtwo @jelly-terror @dixonsdarkelf

If you want to be tagged in Sam writings, pls let me know! :)

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angels-read-fanfiction-too · 7 months ago

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Short and kinda dookie Jerry fic but it's cute sooo pthhh

Warnings: swearing and errm... Josh doing a dookie

also this was based off my insert so sorry if it's not like you all too much :[ (now proof read, sorry to the people who read it with the spelling errors, i wrote it at 5am lol)

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"Psst! Psst!" You very poorly whispered, tapping at Bill's shoulder who was just getting more and more pissed off. Just as the cherry on top, you were wayyy too close for comfort and those creepy eyes were staring right at him... It freaked him out. Why did Jerry even like this annoying bitch? "What? What?!" Bill yelled while whispering, putting a strain on his voice. You shrunk down a little and moved away in surprise at his sudden tone, expression blank and wide eyed. "Uh... nothing." You mumbled, looking back to your work and tapping on the table with your neon yellow spongebob pen with an obnoxiously big rubber figure of the character on top. He was shocked it was even allowed to be used to write an essay on the second world war. "Oh fuck off! the hell do you mean 'nothing'? you always want shit from me." Bill complained, basically seething in anger over something so small. You cartoonishly sighed and looked over to Bill with a slight pout "Is Jerry in today?" Bill thought he would start screaming in the middle of history. "I don't know and i don't care about a bitchy whore like you and her pathetic boyfriend." You looked around awkwardly before mumbling "jeez, man, i was just wondering." As soon as the class ended, Bill walked as fast away from you as possible and left you to find Jerry on your own.

While walking through the halls, you spot Pete! You rushed up to him, the books in your bag loudly bouncing as you ran. "Sup sup!" You greeted. "Sup." Pete parroted, closing his locker with some kind of horror comic in his hands. "What dat?" You asked, not fully out of your 'derp' phase, looking down to the gore fest of a comic Pete held. "Uh, your sister gave it to me, said she liked it." He said, an oddly hesitant feeling to his words. Hey, you remembered that! "Oh, yeah, she really likes that one. She let me read it but it's a bit too intense for me, made me kinda ill." Pete scoffed in a confidence he didn't deserve. "Yeah, well i'm tougher than that. I won't let some geeky bitch try and out gross me." He paused for a couple seconds before adding on "But uh... don't tell her but this is pretty rough. I didn't know chicks were really into this stuff." Shrugging it off, you just explained "She freaky like that. Anyways, d'you know where Jerry is? I asked bill but he got mad at me." Pete huffed "The dumb cunt will yell at anything... Yeah, i saw him. He's in the bathroom pretending to have a massive dump." Your eyebrows furrow in confusion "And... he's just pretending?" Pete nodded "Yeah, just wanted to play on his DS." Your eyes flickered to the boys bathroom, a long silence coming between you two. "I don't wanna go in there" Pete shrugged. "Do what you want but if you're gonna go in there, don't be so prissy like you always are." confusion crossed your face yet again, "prissy?" "Yeah!" Pete explained "You know, 'wash your hands before you eat, pete' 'eating of the ground is gross!' 'you gotta wash your hands every time you pee' you know, prissy girl shit." Your face was dropped in pure shock "You don't wash your hands every time you-" "Okay okay!" Pete suddenly cuts you off "Come on, get in there, Go meet your prince charming."

Okay, time to find Jerry sitting on the toilet so long he'll get haemorrhoids- HOLY SHIT THIS PLACE STINKS! "Ugh Jesus christ!" You exclaimed the moment you walked in... is someone crying in here? "Uh... hello? i cry on the toilet sometimes too, it's no biggie... i also get really constipated so that's probably part of it." "I'm not crying! god fucking damnit!" a familiar voice yelled back. "Oh, hey Josh. Man, i try to lay off the fat jokes but you're making it really hard to not bring up how Elvis Presley died." You could hear Josh sigh from behind the stall door "Get out, Y/N. This is the men's room! What are you gonna do? Grow a penis and use a urinal?" You got weirdly defensive at that and argued back, "Hey! you don't know what i'm capable of, man. Also where is Jerry? Pete said he was in here?" Josh grunted in both annoyance and struggle with the toilet. "I don't know. He wasn't here when i was, now get out!" You then snickered and mumbled a little too loud "Yeah, because your stench probably dissolved him." "FUCK OFF!" You quickly scurried out of the bathroom, giggling to yourself.

As you were laughing to yourself at your own joke, you bumped into someone... Hey! It's Jerry! "Hi!" You immediately hugged him, giving him a kiss on his acne ridden cheek. Jerry froze up a bit, flustered at the sudden affection "U-uh... Thanks, buck." He said with an awkward chuckle, not giving a kiss back but holding your hand. He wasn't big on pda but he did appreciate your excitement towards him. "I wanted to ask you, d'you wanna watch Ren and Stimpy after school?" The tradition of cartoons after school never really left you two ad you grew into your teen years. Jerry smiled gently. "I'd love to."

#jerry stokes x reader #jerry stokes x you #eltingville club jerry #jerry stokes #jerome stokes #eltingville club x reader #welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #Josh has diarrhoea #jerry stokes x fem reader

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kbwrites · 1 year ago

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JJK On The Road!

synopsis: how the jjk sorcerers are on a road trip—feat. Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime

⚝a/n: I had to include baby boy Haibara.

⚝tags: headcanon, Nanami is an emo boy, Gojo is a danger to society.

They all decided to take a roadtrip after graduation… it goes a little something like this

Gojo insisted that he be the one to drive. You assumed that his six eyes would give him some kind of advantage on the road.

You were SO wrong.

Mans is a DEMON on the street. Swerving in and out of traffic, the car is either at 0 or full speed no in-between.

“Huh? Where’d that guy come from?”

“Satoru you literally cut him off-”

“The speed limit is 45”

“Yeah… but that’s more of a suggestion right??”

Of course it isn’t long before you hear the sirens closing in behind you.

“Lisence and registration please.”

“Of course Officer!”

…

“This is your high school ID”

“Oh! Well about that..”

It takes at least 5 years off your life when Satoru is behind the wheel. You somehow manage to arrive to the destination in one piece. Everyone curses him out for endangering their lives (and driving with no license)

“Okay but did you die though?”

Geto is in charge of the AUX (because last time Nanami made everyone cry)

Is the type to put on some chill oldies, and one Abba song (Because Satoru loves Abba).

Loves looking out the window and pointing out cool stuff, bums a cigarette off of Shoko to deal with the stress of Satoru's driving.

“Hey. look at that huge tree.”

The car swerves.

“Wait I don’t see anything!”

“Not you Satoru…”

Is obviously shotgun so he tries his best to stay awake, probably ends up reading a book he brought or reminding Satoru to actually pay attention to the rules of the road.

Shoko is already bored when the car starts, plays “I Spy” with Suguru for all of 3 minutes before falling asleep. After her nap she wakes up and starts taking pictures. Can make even the most mundane thing like riding in car look like an aesthetic Pinterest board. Sneaks pictures of Nanami when he isn’t looking.

“Everyone smile.”

“Wait hold on I want to be in the picture too!”

“Satoru you’re DRIVING.”

Ends up vlogging the trip, texting Utahime to confirm Satoru hasn’t killed them yet.

Nanami did NOT want to go on this trip AT ALL. He was basically forced by Gojo (then coerced by Haibara). He sulks and looking out the window and sighing.

“Nanami stop being Emo”

“I am NOT Emo..”

“Will you stop sulking if I play My Chemical Romance?”

“....”

Brings his DS or something, shows Haibara his animal crossing world. Actually freaks out when Satoru takes a ‘scenic detour’ which adds 3 hours to the trip.

Haibara is in charge of the snacks. And thank god for snacks.

Brings one cooler for everyone else and one cooler just for Satoru cause that boy can EAT.

Feeds Nanami trail mix

Talks Nanami’s ear off about how excited he is to be done with school </3. Tries to impress Suguru and Satoru by listing off fun facts about each area they drive through.

“Did you know that this is actually the longest stretch of road in the country?”

“Wow. That’s really Something.”

“Did you know that the native flower of this region is the hibiscus?”

“Uh huh.”

“Did you know that AHHH”

Satoru swerves the car again, everyone gets thrown around the car.

Utahime refuses to ride in a car with Gojo driving, so she meets up with you guys in her own car.

#jjk #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru #nanami kento #shoko ieiri #haibara yu #utahime iori #geto suguru #jjk fanfic #kbwrites #jujutsu kaisen

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chebyshevptera · 5 months ago

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okay so you mentioned harumi in your destinyswap au... can we know more about her? pretty please :3 (btw no pressure)

OFCCCC I LOVE DS HARUMI SM IM SO GLAD U WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HER . here’s my special little thing , she’s all that matters to me 💜

as always … lore ramble under cut !!

likewise to her canon self , ds harumi is a silly little kid from ninjago city . she lives with her parents and is a huge fan of the ninja and their feats . she collects merch , especially toys and action figures based off of them . she’s justg…. So silly

for ds (and my headcanon) , she’s about one or two years older than lloyd :)

now here’s the fun part:

without lloyd releasing the serpentine , the great devourer is not revived in season one . ergo, harumi’s parents never die during its attack . harumi instead meets lloyd during one of his patrols in ninjago city , while shes hanging out with her friends . her friends, also fans of the ninja, immediately circle around lloyd, who is happy to answer questions and chat with them (he wants a break from work, anyway) , and harumi just … sits at their picnic blanket.

when questioned by her friends about her love for the ninja?

essentially…… harumi and lloyd don’t get along very well at first . she thinks he’s a loser. but her favorite is nya, so the first time she manages to meet nya, she reacts excitably and happily, while lloyd simmers with rage behind her .

somewhere along the line , harumi becomes regularly affiliated with the ninja . she’s smart and capable , and she’s able to come up with plans and solve puzzles that they weren’t able to do without her . the first time she helped, they were so impressed by her ability that they sought her out the second time, and then the third … and it became a regular occurrence.

next thing you know, she’s hanging out at the monastery often, playing with swords and helping zane cook and annoying lloyd with her presence . and when she learns about nya’s destiny to fight wu / the overlord , she becomes determined to help in any way she can. she’s not an engineer like jay, and she’s not an elemental master like the others, but she is an intelligent kid who is now pretty knowledgeable in prophecies and elements . thus , she pulls garmadon aside one day and asks to learn magic.

he’s very happy to help her.

enter mage harumi!! she trains in magic and combat while the others work on their elements , intending to be another person at nya’s side when she has to face her destiny : )

blah blah, that’s really all i have for her . she’s still one of the characters that’s more under construction than not , but i care her very much and she’s super super dear to me <3

like i did with lloyd, here’s some canon stuff about her!

- her magic is pinkish-red and she gets very upset when kai jokingly compares it to lloyd’s fire . it’s also emotionally charged, so it sometimes gets unstable when she’s angry….

- the ninja all call her rumi as a nickname!

- she doesn’t like hugs from people other than her parents very much, but she will let the ninja hug her .

- she is a HUGE fan of the movies that jay acts in (as most kids her age are) and she may or may not have talked his ear off when they first met . it made him a little reluctant to connect with her at first, but being the only two members who weren’t allowed to train (at first) made them interact more.

(and harumi learning magic and getting to train with the ninja totally didn’t upset him… totally.)

- when she needs to move quickly, she ties her cloak around her waist

- morro is the one who ties her hair into space buns . zane does it in a braid sometimes !

- like I said, nya was her favorite ninja , but she likes them all equally when she joins, because they’re part of her family now

- she’s still attending school during her training . the ninja help her with her homework

- she WILL leave during training hours randomly if she wants to see her parents. she dgaf . sometimes they’ll come up to the monastery to visit her though <3

- she cuts her hair on her own . that’s why her bangs are kind of fucked up . it’s ok tho she’s a cutie pie

- she doesn’t actually like being called a ninja . she’s a mage and she likes to be recognized as such . being called “the violet ninja” did nearly urge her to go back on this claim though …

- the pink tint in her eye is from a spell mishap

- I LOVE HERRRKWHDKSHFAKSH

that’s all thank u

#rumi rumi rumiii #thank u guys for sending me asks about destinyswap! :D it helps me more than u know!#feel free to send more…. if u want……#destinyswap au #ninjago #MY BABY

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poppylovestowrite · 9 months ago

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Just A Silly Little Hobby | Karma x Reader

Summary: It's just a silly little hobby, but it was more than just that to you. You already accepted the fact that not everyone is just as passionate about the books you love so much. But one day, Karma catches you in the library and asks what your reading.

"Hey, you're reading again?" Karma's voice pierced the silence of the library.

You looked up from your book, startled. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the redhead hovering near your table, or as you liked to call it, your safe space. It was the perfect place to read without getting disturbed. It is not that the library is a place where you get easily disturbed, but the place can get rather stuffy with the number of students who come in here.

You remember coming in here to read a new volume from one of your favourite authors only to find that the library was packed. You do remember there being one spot available, but it was between two pretty big dudes who had their textbooks laid out all over the table. You could have asked one of them to move their stuff to make room for you, but, being the introvert that you are, you thought the idea of sitting on the floor to be a better option. So, you did just that.

You walked through the maze like bookshelves and that's when you stumbled through this little paradise. There were only two small desks, a small window for just enough sunlight, but not enough to burn your skin while reading and the best part? Hardly anyone comes here.

Hardly. You'll see maybe one or two students using this area for reading comprehension or to finish an exam they missed. You even caught two students making out here. But overall, not many students come here.

So, seeing Karma, a classmate of yours, here isn't the strangest thing. Maybe he's hiding from a teacher, or he wants to find a quiet place to play on his DS.

"Yeah, I guess," you murmured, feeling self-conscious. You knew what everyone thought of you - the bookish loner who'd rather dive into the pages of a novel than socialize with your peers. You had heard the whispers, and felt the glances that labelled you as 'weird' or 'nerdy'.

In a school like Kunugigaoka, it isn't unusual for a student to have their nose in between a book. However, what made you stand out was your passion for these books. You were more interested in the fictional world than the real one. It resulted in you being isolated and being a little socially awkward whenever you were around your classmates.

Karma took a step closer, curiosity lighting up his eyes. Before you could react, he gently plucked the book from your grasp. "What's got you hooked?" he asked, flipping through the pages. You felt a flash of annoyance, but also a strange warmth knowing that someone, especially someone like him, was showing an interest in your favourite pastime.

"It's a mystery novel." You began, albeit hesitantly. "It's about a high school boy who is trying to find out who killed his older brother since the police aren't taking the case that seriously."

Karma hums. His mercury eyes glaze over to the small sticky notes between your book and the notebook you have that was filled with your messy writing. "Sounds pretty intense. You have such a cute face, so I'd figure you'd be reading something like a romance novel."

You couldn't help but blush at the unexpected compliment. "Umm... well, I like to solve puzzles." You pause for a moment, being careful not to show your nerdy side too much. "It's like I'm part of the story, you know? Like, I don't mind reading a good romance story, but I would rather read something that gets my mind running."

"Hm, I get it," Karma says then gives you back your book.

You thought that was the end of that. You assumed Karma had a specific reason for being this deep in the library and saw you sitting here and simply just wanted to ask you what you were reading out of curiosity.

But he didn't leave. Instead, he took a seat in front of you, his mercury eyes showing interest.

"You sure take a lot of notes." The redhead remarks as he lazily points at the notebook.

You found it a little weird and kinda overwhelming that this guy was suddenly sitting in front of you. Not only that but still engaging you with something that has to do with your hobby. Karma has never spoken to you before this despite being in the same class with him. Karma was like you, quiet and kept to himself most of the time.

It was strange to you at first since when you first came to this school, the other students warned you about him.

You furrow your brows at him, confused as to why he was even taking the time to engage with you. But his interest in the book you were currently obsessing over kept you from shooing him away. "Yeah...you have to pay attention to pretty much everything. I also write a lot of theories."

"Have any of them been right?"

"Er... No." You sheepishly smiled. You glanced at your notebook. "But, I'm still in volume two so I can be right about the other stuff."

Karma smirked a hint of amusement in his voice. "So, you're playing detective with your books, huh? I've never been much of a reader myself. But I can admire the dedication."

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease. It was rare for someone to not only acknowledge your hobby but also find it interesting. "Yeah, it's like... each book is a new adventure, you know? I love how you can easily get to characters who don't even exist." You chuckled. "Not to mention, I'm always amazed that authors can just come up with their own world, their own people, their own rules and create such fun storytelling. Like, for example..."

Before you knew it, you babbling about the book you were reading, praising the author for the way they handled the story and how they were able to make a bunch of interesting characters who were also complex. You went on about a specific plot twist and talked about how much you loved that the author trusted their readers to be smart enough to find the clues in their books despite the target audience being late teens.

But as the minutes ticked by, reality sank in, and you realized you had been talking non-stop. "Ah, " you hovered your fingertips over your mouth. "I'm sorry... I said too much." Your cheeks burned into a dark shade of red out of embarrassment. You looked at the surface of the table and awkwardly fiddled with your thumb.

Karma though was enjoying your babbling. You made such a cute expression when you spoke. "Why are you apologizing?" He laughs.

"It's just..." You shyly toyed with your hair. "People get a little annoyed when I start talking too much about the books I'm reading."

To you, they weren't just stories on paper, but to everyone else, they just saw it as a silly little hobby.

"Yeah, some people, but I'm not annoyed," Karma said. "Besides. I want to know about the story you're reading. It's getting more and more interesting."

Excitement bubbled up inside of you as your face lit up like a Christmas tree. "R-really?"

"Yeah, tell me more."

It was hard to suppress that goofy smile on your lips. However, the second you opened your mouth, the school's bell rang. You almost jumped and checked the time on your phone, almost shocked at how quickly time had passed.

"S-sorry. I guess I have to get to class." You said hurriedly as you were already starting to pack up all of your stuff.

"Well, you don't have to. You can just skip." Karma said casually.

Right. For a moment, you forgot who you were talking to.

"My parents would kill me if I were to skip a class." You sighed. You've been more tempted to skip your next class than you do now. "Um, I come here every day during study break so..." You reached into your bag and grabbed the first volume of the book you were reading. "Here. You can read this over the weekend and we can talk about it on Monday... if that's okay with you, though." You mumbled the last part.

Karma smiles at this and takes the book. "Sure."

You smile back, almost forgetting that you had a class to attend. "I guess... I'll see you on Monday."

You left the library with a spring in your step.

Monday could not come any sooner.

#assassination classroom #karma akabane #anime #reader insert #ass class #karma x reader #romance #Bookworm #Y/N

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gardenia-nettle-first-floret · 6 months ago

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Obedience Training: Beginning

HDG mini fic by Gardenia Nettle

Raffline was in his hab watching as his lovely adorable floret made a mess of the toys he had gotten her.

“Oh she is going to be absolutely amazing to break.” Raffline thought to himself as his smile grew more malevolent. “Oh petal~ Is puppy done playing with her toys~?”

“Fuck you! I am not your pet!” The Terran Captain… former captain, barks as he lunges towards Raffline. A vine whips out from the Affini’s arm, looping around the fierce collar resting snug around the Terrans neck.

“Heel puppy~” Raffline coos as he pulls on the collar sharply. The Terran is suddenly thrown backwards into the pile of destroyed plushies. “Good dog~”

“Ugh…” the Terran groans. “Damn weed.”

“Now, now, that’s no way to talk about your master. You might just hurt my feelings~” the tone was patronizing saying in unspoken words that the Terran would never be able to hurt her new master.

“Master… but you’re a woman.”

“Now pet, my form may look feminine, but I am anything but.” Raffine pulled the Terran towards him. “Just like how you might look masculine, deep down you’re a pretty girlie who just wants love and attention.”

“Hold your tongue!” The Terran’s voice cracks. He had already been subjected to an interrogation, unable to lie because of the class-Ds.

“But my sweet Jackie, you were so torn up last night. I didn’t make you say that you always wanted to be a girl and how you wanted to be a cute doggie. That was all you~”

“My name is Jack! And you drugged me!”

“Only because you looked so torn up. Why you could barely contain yourself once I started to pet you like the dog you are~”

Jack’s face grew redder by the second. He had been given zenodrugs that made his mind putty and his body so sensitive to the touch of these monsters.

“Y-You made me want that.” He… she mumbled.

“What was that petal?” Raffine asked having heard his pets words perfectly but wanting her to slip up.

“Y-You made m-me want that! I-I was never-“ Jack covered hi-her mouth quickly.

“Ooo, is doggy keeping secrets from master, does doggy want more Class-D druggies?”

Jack tried to fight it, he-she needed to stay strong. She couldn’t give in.

“I-I am a free Terran! I am not a pet!” His words roared out like thinder but she felt how hollow they were getting. She lost her engineer and doctor to these weeds. Her navigator and coms tech were being evaluated just like she was. And his weapons tech had freely chosen to become a pet so she could be with her girlfriend. What hope did she- he have.

“Poor puppy~” Raffline cooed. “Are there too many thoughts in that silly little doggie head of yours? Don’t worry, your master will take care of that~”

The needle tipped vines descend on him-her. Jackie was injected before she could even fight back. Her body heated up, it also begged for the same pets it had gotten just that last night. She couldn’t fight it she couldn’t fight against this will just will alone. She started to whine as the vines retracted.

“Oh puppy, I so do love how hard you fight. It makes this all the better.” Raffline says as he takes a large step back. In response Jack-Jackie was torn. She wanted- no she needed master to pet her. But he also felt repulsed by the need. He wanted to bite and claw the Affini apart. He didn’t have claws or fangs… but she would.

Hope you enjoyed reading a snippet of fic that will get adapted into my overall fic. -Gardenia

Quick P.S. edit to include some stuff.

Jack/Jackie is not Raffline’s first flort

Raffline is femme presenting but male (gnc plants are hot)

Future plan is to have Raffline use a Class-H dose on Jack/Jackie to install triggers to make the domestication more fun. Also subconsciously voice training, because Villain Arc implanted that idea in my head and I had to use it somewhere.

Jack/Jackie’s brother is Aria from my last mini fic.

That is all for this little post script info dump. Enjoy your day, drink your water, fix that posture, and give a floret a good head pat. -Gardenia of the Future

#hdg #floret #flort #affini #mini fic #human domestication guide #dog girl #to be tended #hdg to be tended #mtf trans #trans #trans women #trans girl #HDG obedience training

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thelemoncoffee · 10 days ago

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postgame Kokichi being totally shut down and refusing to respond or interact with anyone, but Shuichi stops by and chats with him anyways

the original idea this came from was me talking to Beez about how my own hc universe Kokichi handles situations where he feels like he lost everything, and how that would apply to a postgame vr au. we decided Kokichi would probably completely shut down, not wanting to get up or talk or really just acknowledge the world around him. he's not comatose or physically bedridden- just very fucking depressed and dissociative

at the hospital he'd lay in bed on his stomach with his face in his pillow, and only ever move to look over his shoulder briefly when he hears his door open to see who came in. obviously he'd get up long enough to eat and use the restroom (or when a nurse forces him to so they can do routine checkups), but that's it, he'd go right back to bedrotting afterwards and spend the rest of the day like that till he fell asleep.

this would then only change after his family pays him a visit with his cat for some much needed kitty love and a care package full of goodies from DICE who weren't allowed to come because the hospital only allows immediate family to visit. he'd be left with a little more to look forward to when he gets out of here and a bag full of snacks, a soft blanket, some comics, and one of the DICE member's DS that they snuck in there so he could distract himself with whatever games they had. he's also covered in cat hair but that's fine. he still won't talk to anyone but he's more often found sitting up now, playing with the DS or reading comics.

where Shuichi came into this was i thought it'd be interesting if Shuichi tried to make amends with Kokichi by regularly paying him visits, asking him how he was doing and keeping him updated on everyone else. obviously in his shut down state Kokichi isn't responding to him or acknowledging him in any meaningful way (at least none he can see), but that doesn't deter Shuichi from sitting on the foot of his bed and just talking. and while he'd never admit it, Kokichi kinda liked it

the trick is Shuichi tended to avoid talking about anything actually related to the killing game or medical stuff unless it was positive (like Kaito finally stopped having phantom sickness triggered coughs), preferring to tell Kokichi about all the funny interactions the rest of the group had together or offer him interesting topics that came up in conversations.

everyone else who bothered to visit him- nurses included- only ever tried to get him to talk about his medical health or things he did in the game, and it always made Kokichi feel less like a person and more like something they were all just trying to study and make sense of, which after everything that happened was the last thing he needed to be feeling like. so Shuichi coming in here and only bringing up stuff that you'd talk about in a normal real world conversation felt alot better, and made him feel like for once someone saw him as just another guy- if only for a few minutes. it really helped him get through the pre-family-visit days without being drivin mad by his own spiraling thoughts

and post Kokichi's family visit? Shuichi was actually able to get a small handful of reactions out of him. they were rarely verbal, but whenever Shuichi told him something about the shenanigans others got up to he'd sometimes smile or cringe, maybe even let out a small laugh once in a while. between him genuinely enjoying the feeling of normalcy Shuichi's chats gave him, and the mental distractions his care package offered, Kokichi was able to relax enough to let reactions slip through again. hell- when Shuichi asked him how he was he'd sometimes dare to give a gesture as a response, a thumbs up or a shrug- maybe even tapping the DS while playing it to try and say he was locked in

idk man Kokichi warming up to Shuichi while shut down just makes me soft

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #au #au prompt #au idea #kai prompts

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dennydraws · 6 days ago

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Hello, hello, it's been a while!

I haven't posted a life update in a while... I blame the summer heat xD; Which is probably a funny thing to say given how Summer tends to be my active period. I did get sick then injured for a bit which... kind ruined Art Fight for me - I barely got to draw idk like 3? pictures? :D;; Next year I ought to do better! Anyhowsies... I haven't blogged in a while so this may seem like incoherent ramblings!

Beyond that, I've been drawing a lot more traditionally and devouring one of Yoiku's handmade sketchbooks...which is something that needs a post on it's own xD;; It's hard going to regular store bought sketchbooks now that I've tasted the good stuff, haha. And since my birthday is next month, I'm going to reward myself with a couple of more of her sketchbooks >u>! Maybe sketchbook flip through video soon? :'D Please, look forward to it!

So... Indulging in Arts! As you may have noticed, I've been drawing a lot more shippy things, old OCs... new OCs... I feel a lot more in-love with my own blorbos than in any existing media right now ...and it's been rather nice xD;; I feel like I'm a teenager again, just endlessly drawing my OCs without a care about trends, likes or whatever. I've been feeling a lot more like I drawing my own food and whoever likes it, likes it! It's been really nice. I blame the good sketchbook really, I think it rewired my brain xD;; Like, I enjoy drawing without necessarily making finished pieces while still doing some cool things digitally. Ok, this became like some incoherent ramble more than a blog entry. I'm just vibing with my own blorbos right now and I hope my friends do too!

Grand Bazaar, Grand Bazaar!! I feel like I'm the only one hype about it... :D;;; I skipped Story of Seasons PoOT/AWL/GoA so I've been kinda hungry for a new Marvelous game... I enjoyed the DS version a lot with it's shop mechanics so I'm super excited to see all the changes! The graphics look so colorful and rich. I feel like they've listened to the feedback and improved a lot! But I also feel like they aren't really marketing it? I feel like a lot of people are either skipping, not really as excited or think to get when it's on sale... I know I'm only one from my circle of farming sim friends that is getting it. Can't blame them with the Switch 2 price tag :') ;;;; I'm just a little worried it will under perform and Marvelous will get the wrong idea about next installments ... given how PoOT and AWL didn't really do as well. Time will tell! I'm getting the limited edition for switch 1, it comes with an artbook and some goodies, how am i to say no to this? It's my first time getting a limited edition game too!! :'D;; I figured with my bday next month, I can spoil myself extra! Just two more days! I do hope it runs okay on the old switch lol I was originally thinking to get it on PC but... these kinda games are best played in bed!

Speaking of... The coziest of seasons is coming! AUTUMN!!! As to be expected, I will probably explode in cozy arts... or try to. I know it gets very busy at work between September and December but I do hope I find time to indulge in cute arts when I can! :> Looking forward to Final Fantasy Tactics Remaster in October, as one of my fave games ever, Stranger Things season 5 is also coming this this fall and winter... it's crazy to think the final season is finally coming! I will miss the kiddos... (the kiddos who are no longer kiddos xD)

And that's about it... Not much to say really. I've been doing okay. I've been enjoying some peaceful arts and keeping myself within a cozy circle of friends. I keep out of drama and Online Opinions™ and I've been slowing down and enjoying the days as they come.

Thank you for stopping by and reading thus far! You deserve a cookie, maybe two! :D I hope you have a wonderful day and even better tomorrow!

#Good Morning!#life update :D!#it's been a while #nothing much to say #I've been just vibing and taking it easy :D;;

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drenched-in-sunlight · 10 months ago

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Your genuinely one of my favorite elden ring artists, what would you say is your favorite aspect of elden ring just in general

this might be a big revelation but i think my favourite part about Elden Ring is i... actually don't really like it until the DLC.

the way the base game presented a kinda basic and fragmented story, one i'd even say i were underwhelmed about. because i went in expecting Sekiro-level of character driven writing (they did promise that in an interview) and what i got... ehhhh. that's why my fanarts for the base game is literally just fluff pieces and shipping Malenia with another character altogether that isn't even in the game. meanwhile my AC6, Sekiro and Bloodborne art... i think you can tell i have a very deep emotional connection to those games from the kind of work im putting out for them. (hell, before the DLC i actually was thinking "well i'll probably only draw some general fanarts after the DLC then go back to draw more JJK stuffs lol" famous last words)

but holy mother of God the way the DLC completely blew everything tf up.

sorry Fromsoftware, i were not aware the Sekiro character-driven part is actually about the DLC. im sorry im still not familiar with your game yet 😭

(this turns into a mini rant so imma put it under cut OTL)

before, i were pretty "...." about Elden Ring female cast. i think Melina appears too little, i think NPCs like Fia and Roderika... i can't figure out the significance of them within the narrative at all. and it kinda upset me because it feels like they regress back to the helpless / fanservice maiden trope that was usually seen in DS franchise for no reason. i don't like how Rennala ends up as and i don't like not knowing why Radagon did that to her (which turns to me not liking the way it became a popular fanon that he actually loved her he was just bound by duty etc etc...i mean what?), i actually don't even really like how Malenia's barely-there story turns out (but that's a rant for another day).

as standalone characters, sure, i'd say they all have their own merits, but if they don't play any role within the narrative... what's the point then?

but all of that is because back then, we literally did not know what's Marika's deal either.

and so she became this cardboard that everyone pins all the crimes and bad things in the world on, which is... fine? makes sense. but the following line of reasoning that she did all that because she's just...like that drives me up the wall. if i want another "woman bad" story i'd just replay DS2 😭

and that line of thought also distance her from other characters in the game. those stories are not lining up, so we literally see no point in anything.

but by giving us Marika's story in the DLC they:

shine light on the possible division between two Numen factions (Anna & Jolan story + Sword of Light & Darkness // no one is left in Marika's home (those embraces Light/Gold/ Greater Will and its Stars children) vs the Numens in Eternal City (those embraces Dark/ Black Moon/ opposing GW and its children)

the discontent with the Moon and how there are those who will never accept it as being equal to the Stars

the other half situation

the Marika's eye colour possible reveal (link her to Roderika - Roderika as a reflection of the maiden Marika once was and probably still is deep down)

give Godwyn more agency in his ending (his personal knights are on a quest for Age of Duskborn) -> link Marika to Fia (Fia as a reflection of the mother Marika is)

draw direct parallel between Messmer - the child carrying Marika's vengeance for the past, to Melina - the child carrying Marika's hope for the future

Marika as a God full of human flaws >< Miquella as a God devoid of all human emotions. both are bad in different ways. but share a same gentle origin of a simple wish for a kinder world.

the DLC singlehandedly swipes clean every problem i have with the base game. like im actually in awe they managed to do that so efficiently 😭

all that is to say. my favourite aspect of all is truly how one's perspective of this one character could alter the entire story.

i still dislike the interpretation that Marika is cold and heartless or that's she's cruel for no reason, but at the same time, i can see how ppl viewing her that way affect how they see other events in the game. just like how my view of her changes my entire view of the story itself too. and i just love how the writers pull that off really skillfully. man. and i think that's sth so unique to videogame storytelling. it's amazing!

#womsom2014 #ask #reply #sorry i write an entire essay for this jfc #er brainrot

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isat-script-project · 3 months ago

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Your amazing work here has inspired me to want to try doing a script project for DQB2 and I was wondering if you had any advice for me?

I'm gonna assume that's some sorta dragon quest game?

Well, ISAT really is a blessing in this regard, because the game is not encrypted at all. Accessing files and all text via rpgmaker MV and VSC is incredibly easy.

okay this got really long i'm putting it under the cut.

But before you get started, there really are some things you need to ask yourself first:

How am I going to get the text from this game?

If your answer is "write it down by hand as I play" then already know that there HAS to be a better way. If you're choosing that method, get yourself emulation, save states, or endless patience, because hooh boy, I've done a little bit of that for a different project (no, I will not elaborate) but save scumming on original hardware to get different dialogue options is agony.

Is there a text dump for your game? Is there a file dump or decomp for your game? Do you have the technical know how to access it? If not, are you confident in your knowledge of the game to accurately identify where all dialogue may occur? If not, are you satisfied missing out on nothing lines and just focusing on the non-optional? Is your game linear enough to not need a closer look at the code to figure out what happens when, as isat does?

2. What's my scope?

Again, do you truly want every line from this game, or just what's "important"? I personally cannot rest until I've exhausted the fucking Menus (which is why there's a script page for those, too) because I'm a completionist with delusions of grandeur, but some people are satisfied transcribing the cutscenes and nothing else (MUCH TO MY ANNOYANCE WHEN I NEED THE OTHER STUFF.... nobody cares about the optional collectible npc dialogue BUT I CARE!!! I CARE!!!!!)

Anyways, what exactly your scope is is gonna significantly influence what your next step looks like.

3. How am I going to present this?

Making the isat script project an individual website mainly came down to how finicky the dialogue in isat is. There's conditionals stacked on conditionals and I wanted a space where I had total control over how to present these factors without influence.

For more linear games, like, say, that time I made all the fewiki scripts for Fire Emblem 6 from chapter 12 onward, it was easy enough to present the scripts on a wiki page just because the game is much more linear, there's less dialogue to begin with, and all conditional text could be nicely divided up into similar groups, like boss dialogue where the condition is just "fight boss with x character".

isat script project would not exist without my fire emblem fixation, fun fact. other fun facts include that as a child i attempted to novelize Mario Party DS by transcribing all story mode text into a booklet by hand, and I did not finish this for reasons that are hopefully obvious.

This is, as you may figure, way easier to do. There is significantly less burden on you to actually understand how a website works - I cannot stress enough that the current state of the script project is only possible thanks to Gold, and without them, we'd still be at all dialogue being formatted as <p><b>Siffrin:</b> Says some text.</p>

For a lot of older games, you can also find whole game scripts being put up into a single document. Tis common on gamefaqs, I've used those plenty. There I believe you're just working with plain ol txt.

The rule is always though look at examples and if they do something cool figure out whether you can copy it. i did not create the website layout myself, i used a base and fiddled with it for a whole weekend until it stopped exploding.

Again, like, using an existing structure like a wiki or gamefaqs or just google docs or a spreadsheet is a significantly eased burden. One of my favorite things ever is actually a text dump on github, of all places. For this one, the person putting it up chose to leave all text in as close to original state as possible, doing no trimming of things like character emotes and leaving in all original string titles of every line. This is also incredibly useful, even if it is more difficult to use for your average schmoe! (This has fucking saved me doing wiki stuff for engage. engage text dump i ADORE you)

Do you want to be as accurate to the code as possible, or as accurate to the game? Do you have the time, energy, and skills to make the visual presentation nice? Or do you want to keep it rudimentary to streamline your process?

If you ARE doing something like making your own website, it is crucial that you figure out your visuals early, lest you be like us, and be stuck in Reformatting Hell for several months, because someone figured out how to make a thing prettier and nicer to read, and now you need to update the 100+ pages you've already created.

Reformatting code like that takes just as long as making a page in the first place, by the by, because you're just not getting around copy-pasting everything line by agonizing line.

This stuff takes HOURS. If I went at it alone, I doubt I'd have finished by now, or within the next like, two years. This is a really time consuming hobby, and I love doing it a lot, it scratches my exact fixation itch, but if your game is huge, consider seeing if people would be interested in joining you? I will also say being autistic about your game of choice is also a bonus in the sustainability department.

Many a times there were just no updates (as they are now) cuz I am just. Distracted by something else. Like yes on one hand I'm going to uni now and have less time but it's not really less time if I can still put 17hrs into a new video game in three days.

Stuff like this is ALWAYS a long-term project and you WILL need to take time off from it or else you'll start seeing html in your dreams and get burnout.

STREAMLINE YOUR PROCESS!!! FIGURE OUT HOW TO DO THIS WITH AS LITTLE EFFORT AS POSSIBLE!!!! Gold introduced me to Espanso, which is a program that lets you set up keyboard shortcuts to insert phrases, which was a MAAAAAASSIVE time saver in the html department, as it allowed me to just rapid fire paste in all the many html classes we stacked for the presentation of the site. even if you are doing a script on a wiki where everything does look like ['''Siffrin:''' says a thing] you will still be doing yourself a favor if you can shorten that '''Siffrin:''' to just typing :s .

As a side note, I also wanna say like. The popularity of isat script project is a complete outlier. Other game scripts may be used by a maniac like me to overanalyze the plot structure of Sonic 06, but you're very likely not going to see that recognition. I love doing this, because I want these resources to exist for myself. I don't do this for the good of the fandom, but because it is useful to me. I started this because I was writing isat fanfic, and got tired of looking up dialogue on youtube or booting up my own game.

Do I know if anyone found my FE6 scripts useful? No. Do I know if anyone is going through Veyle/Quotes and appreciating that I transcribed all the fucking battle voice clips? No. Do I know if someone appreciates me accurately labelling all voice lines from the ring polishing minigame in engage? Hell no. I don't know, I'm never going to get feedback on that. Those are wiki pages, anyone can edit them, they don't have viewcounts or comments I can look at, and the fandom just isn't as prone to taking screenshots and posting about them line by line as isat.

Isat blew the fuck up on tumblr. I'm not saying you'll get no recognition at all, but if you are relying on external motivators, you are probably going to peter out. There are pages I've worked on for other script things that I've genuienly not touched in two years because I just didn't feel like it, and that's also okay.

TLDR:

Figure out how to get the text you need with the least effort possible (and figure out whether doing that is even possible at all!), figure out what scope you're actually willing to put up with, and present it with the least effort possible, because everything else just isn't sustainable. Streamline streamline streamline. Be prepared to spend hours on this and maybe like find a new favorite podcast to just copy paste text to, because honestly, doing this is also pretty zen.

And most importantly, sparkle on, don't forget to have fun! Even if it seems big and intimidating, you can still make it just a fun side project, and slowly chip away at it over time. Rome wasn't built in a day, and with all the advantages going for isat script project (additional manpower, unencrypted files, easy tools for game examination) it still took over a year to complete.

(loop voice) Don't make the same mistakes I did, okay?

oh, yeah, one last thing, if you're not putting it on a wiki and ARE making your own website, ABSOLUTELY PUT IT ON GITHUB!!!! setting up so any changes to the main branch on github get reflected onto neocities is pretty easy and you only need to do it once, and what this allows is to just have random strangers show up and fix your problems for you. sometimes someone will just show up and fix five bajillion typos and then leave. or they'll stick around and help with more stuff and wowie you have a semblance of a team now.

if you're doing it on a wiki, find like, the wiki discord, if someone is interested in chipping in. if you're doing your own website, put it on github. do it. do it do it do it.

#feli gets asked #I HOPE THIS ISNT DISCOURAGING!!!!#it just pays off VERY WELL to know how your thing is going to look like before you start!!#you will save A LOT OF TIME!!!!#isat is also just. WAY EASY to do this thing for!!#even my other example of my pookie beloved f/e6 #has available tools to closely examine the whole game top to bottom in febuilder #it takes more effort than rpgmaker mv but i CAN just. look at the game code and try to reconstruct what occurs why #(even if it took a fuckin youtuber and an age old reddit thread to figure out one enemy's weird and wacky AI)#but for modern games this is SO MUCH MORE DIFFICULT!!!#you are ALWAYS going to have an easier time of a) old games #b) games with modding tools #c) indie games made in known programs #d) games without encryption #and d are also. more likely to be indie games to begin with

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