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Bongo cat Jesse and Emily! ✨

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fandom is really cool actually sometimes you meet people that just fuckin rule and it's because you both want the same two fictional women to kiss on the mouth

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Read everything by foibles fables for a good time 😌

For the soft cozy fic prompt: Control, Jesse/Emily, 15-Bed warm. They need some cozy times with all the chaos they’ve been through

I wrote this weird stream-of-consciousness thing on the plane today--hope you enjoy!!

EDIT: Posted to AO3 today!

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Jesse’s nightmares are hazed in red. They come rushing in with a hollow fear that punches a swift and heavy-dense hole straight through her sternum.

Stars blown away, none left to guide her. Just emptiness, emptiness, emptiness, and a looking glass. It’s all a matter of perception. Glancing sidelong (never head-on, too much, recoil) presents an image—a face that matches hers by a measure of half, bare scalp and calm-frenzy scarlet eyes and a sharp smile that twists and twists as he stares her down.

The mirror is a poster. Peel it back and see the same. Their names are etched in concatenation with a designation that follows: P[6/7/6/7/6/7]. The numeral is not text but it compels, it vacillates. Like a seizure. Like a film projection, distorted.

This was by chance. This was by design. Two lives and two outcomes. Snap your fingers to transmute.

That's all it'll take.

And when Jesse opens her mouth to whisper, to scream, to bid it to stop, she’s drowned by a discordant babel of affirmation in voices that are all her own.

I want to listen. I want to dream. I want to smile. I want to hurt.

I don’t want to be.

There’s a soul-deep glimmer of warning behind her closed eyes—they snap open stinging as Jesse wakes with a start, wakes without a sound. Laid out flat on her back and soaked in cold shiver-sweat, she spins into substance from the periphery and inward, halting around the through-and-through void gaping at her chest. When she breathes it's shallow and ragged, uncontrolled, and all the air she takes won’t fill it in. Her hand aches. First finger feels bone-sore from the Service Weapon’s trigger. She chose this.

She chose this but it's not here. It's not here. Find something else to reach for.

Find it before they find you.

"Jesse?"

Her name, spoken on its own, sounds broken-off. Vestigial. One of two parts, half of the not-hers dream-name, left to exist alone.

But her name is also a gentle and groggy question spoken by a husking voice that soothes. In comes a surge of context. Naked. Bare skin against scratchy linens, water stains on the ceiling, motes of dust floating with enviable aimlessness through curtain-cracked sunlight. The ring of an untouched bell chimes over crackling radio music.

One hand and a light-switch cord, three pulls—one hand holding another’s with purpose, fingers laced.

"Jesse."

Less of a question.

She scrapes up the capacity to turn her head and finds Emily lying beside her in the motel bed, watching, gaze drowsy but intent. Her blue eyes pale to silver in the slats of perpetual daylight strewn across bedding, across exposed skin. Emily's is as bare as her own. The sheets pool at her waist. No HRA—the Hiss haven’t touched this place and Polaris’s protection isn't needed.

Or maybe her protection has just—extended.

Jesse looks at Emily and considers this and her throat goes dry.

But she also breathes. Deep and satisfying.

"Hey," she croaks on the labored exhale, still finding her voice. "Sorry, did I—was I, uh, making noise?"

"A little." Emily touches her, hidden from view: a stroke of her thumb on the inside of Jesse's wrist. "Are you alright?"

What follows is a lie, but only just. "Yeah. Yeah, I—woke up and didn't know where I was, for a second."

The corners of Emily’s mouth quirk into a tiny smile, and Jesse knows what’s coming.

“To be fair,” she says, all eagerness, Head of Research minus the clipboard (she holds Jesse’s hand in a loose grip instead), “we don’t really know where we are. In dimensional euclidean terms, at least.”

The Oceanview Motel and Casino is a Place of Power in ways beyond the obvious and the obscure. A dreamscape that offers a moment of reprieve in transit. A liminal sanctuary for this new ritual they’re establishing when the shifting gets to them: visit together, share each other, be.

Jesse gets another breath. Her skin thrums with remembering and she wants to be closer—wants to reach and cling and bury her fingers to the knuckle in the roots of Emily’s short-cropped hair.

“Just kind of feels like Nevada to me,” she says instead, squinting against the sunlight while keeping her gaze fixed on Emily’s long lashes. Doesn’t want to know what she might see if she looks away.

“Could be.” Emily’s fingertips trace up to the curve of Jesse’s bicep. Dream-logic as physical contact. It’s calming in a way Jesse hasn’t let herself grow used to, but she’s trying. “We’ll learn. For now, though, it’s kind of exciting. That for all that we’ve seen, there’s still so much left to fathom.” Her grin broadens, brightens, cracking the corners of her eyes. Jesse’s pulse kick-starts, erratic. Polaris, knowing, resonates smugly, if smug is a thing extradimensional sentient frequencies can be. “Don’t you think?”

Emily has a way of seeing what’s there. All the rest falls away—all of the complications, all of the tangles, all of the clouded context.

And Emily has always seen Jesse. Chalk that up to synchronicity too.

“Yeah,” Jesse says, wanting to be a part of that so badly she aches. “Yeah.”

Emily’s smile softens. “You look so tired.” A palm, then, smoothing across Jesse’s neck, her cheek. A bodily tether in all of this liminality. “Turn over? We can stay here a little longer, if you’d like.”

There are no words and there is no lack of understanding. Jesse capitulates—turns on her side, facing away. Bed-warm and soft and so quiet, Emily moves closer to curl against her back. Her hand flattens against the valley between Jesse’s bare breasts. The space between Jesse’s shoulder blades feels like it was made for the press of Emily’s mouth.

Somehow Emily transcends her own limits. Fills empty spaces. Maybe that’s just another reason why Jesse was led here.

They both breathe with the rhythm of sleep. Jesse's empty hand splays out over Emily's.

Jesse chose and Jesse chooses. Over and over, she chooses.

Jesse wants to be.

Jesse is glad to be here.

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Control. 💥

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"So. You like Emily," Jesse grumbled aloud, as she stalked across the gangway away from the NSC Power Plant. "Why do you like Emily?"

Predictably, Polaris didn't respond with anything like words. Instead Jesse perceived a number of sparkling beacons pop into existence well beyond her current line of sight, presumably flung across the expanse of the Oldest House.

She stopped walking and sighed. "What is that, a scavenger hunt? Are you kidding me?" When Polaris offered no further response, Jesse just shrugged. "Fine. I'll squeeze that in after I find Dylan and save reality from extra-dimensional invasion or whatever."

Still, she couldn't help but be intrigued, and couldn't help but wonder what Polaris had already discovered about Emily Pope.

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Woohoo chapter one of Nostalgia Department, on ao3

Jesse/Emily, Awkward Nerds -> Strangers -> Friends -> Lovers 😆

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Need folks to help you clean the House? Folks who are, perhaps, just as invested in the inner workings of the Remedyverse as you are?

As promised, this is the post for you! With FBC Firebreak releasing in a week's time in June 17th, now is as good a time as any to start looking for a group to tackle the game with. Since this blog has quite a sizeable following in the Remedy fandom, I wish to offer some help to people looking for other fans of the franchise to play with.

So, if you are in a need of a crew, feel free to use this post as a hub and starting point for calling out and searching for likeminded players!

Just remember, if you do not wish to leave your player tag or other information here in public, you can always move the conversation into private messages with the players who catch your eye.

Alrighty then, folks!

▼ Let's clean House ▼

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what a mess<3

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beat control last night, love these girl boss lesbians :)

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Happy Monday friends! Happy to share with you a special project: Emily Pope's Big Puzzle Adventure!!! This is a printable Remedy themed coloring and activity book containing puzzles, word games, activities, and coloring pages. Cover and page art by: @marmsart

Coloring book pages by: @eggos-esper @evil-owl-loki @diskettezen @katserest @lostinthewoodsomewhere moss baby (not on tumblr) @rib-bitz @artofsitriga @skylitcreations @sunsyfish @artvalentinapaz

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Chapter 3 of Nostalgia Department

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doodle. foundation dlc made me wanna be bffs with former.

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continuing my series of nature-themed portraits — this time with Saga and Alan, paired with moonflowers and night-blooming cereus: two flowers that only bloom in dark

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black calla lilies for the Director

black calla lilies are often associated, among other things, with mystery, mourning and transformation

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< It is Casual Friday >

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