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wellntruly · 4 years ago

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Have now lazily scooted through CSI Season 2, where there was not one single episode I had no memory of (the dog was named Maverick!)

Anyway here is some data:

- They got some more Vegas establishing shots between seasons, I see you new B-roll! They also zhuzhed up the title sequence with some new character shots at 2x13

- The biggest crime of this season was in the first episode, and it was putting George Eads in Transitions lenses

- Archie Kao was hired to play campus security guard “M. Blaze” (according to the name stitched on his uniform) for 2x02, and apparently they liked him so much that six episodes later they brought him on in the recurring role of Archie Johnson the AV tech

- However, and all the love to Archie, but my new favorite recurring character this time around is the delightfully shady local funeral home director. I don’t know his name. He’s introduced in season 1 doing something overtly illegal, and then continues to show up a couple times a season always in ways that still *feel* criminal but you can’t actually charge him for it. Like knowing exactly how much each organ goes for on the black market, or chaotically jamming out to Vivaldi as he embalms someone.

Nickname Tally • Brass: calls the crime unit collectively “the Nerd Squad,” also is the only one to use Rick for Warrick • Catherine, Gil, and Jim: all call each other by their first names • Greg: after Nick first dubs him Greggo in 2x05 (“Hey, leggo my Greggo!”), Warrick readily picks that up and uses it twice in the remainder of the season, and Sara once. Nick actually doesn’t use it again, but once near the end of the season he calls him “G”, which no one else has used so far. • Gris: this one seems to be just a Nick and Warrick thing • “my dear”: what Grissom calls Catherine over the phone when she’s in Miami, with the most comfortable married energy you can imagine. I love Mom and Dad.

- There is NOTABLY more dynamic blocking/cam work this season, a real increase in depth of field particularly in the crime lab. Either they’re giving the cinematographer more time, or someone’s getting more ambitious, or they hired up.

- After only getting paired on one case last season, the powers that be (Grissom or execs, whether you want to think of it Watsonian or Doyleist) are letting Catherine and Sara work together more, and it’s great, they’re great together and a great team. I like when they’re stuck out with a body at remote convenience store waiting for the coroner and Sara gets bored and starts using all the fluorescent print powders in the kit and lifts like 800 neon fingerprints while Catherine just paces around steamed and gnawing on the candy bar Sara handed her from one of the shelves.

- Maybe one third of the actors who play dead bodies breathe in their shots, and I wish I hadn’t learned to notice that

- In episode 9, CSI is suddenly allowed: butts, nipples, and SIGUR ROS. All before we even get to Lady Heather’s place! Truly she brings us so much.

Speaking of Lady Heather—guest stars, get yer guest stars: • Julie Cooper from The OC as the professional, warm dominatrix who has a WONDERFUL dynamic with both Grissom and Catherine and I like her so much • Jeremy Renner, as The Worst • most of the cast of Desperate Housewives—and they are always the murderers • Daniel Dae Kim! as a hot (given) federal treasury guy • the Janitor from Scrubs, whom I recognized from the back of his head…[shaking my own] • tiny Aaron Paul as Son Of Redneck, who has secretly fallen for the Buddhist monks down the street and sneaks off to pray with them without his father knowing • unsavory chop shop mechanic Zachary Quinto, in what is hopefully a wig and an equally greasy jumpsuit

In 2x10, ‘Warrick Brown and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day’ (not the real title), something happens to cause Gary Dourdan to make this face 8 separate times

In this scene in 2x12, Marg Helgenberger and George Eads look like they’re auditioning for CSI: Marseille

- I don’t know if we’ve ever gone to Bar 911, but it’s been name dropped several times. It does not seem to be a reputable establishment, or at the very least is the initiating grounds for all sorts of malfeasances.

The two times Nick Stokes and I had the exact same heart attack: 1. When I’d had most of a St. Germaine gin & tonic and was drifting into a CSI-related daydream during a meditative scene of Nick just quietly examining a car, and then Greg Sanders popped his head in the passenger door like HI. (Incidentally, we then learn that Greg is constantly snuck up on in the glass box he calls a lab, which actually feels like it explains a Lot) 2. On the next day and in the next episode, when I was eating grapes as Nick went through a house, and nearly bit my finger when a pet parrot suddenly squawked

- In episode 16 we learn that Warrick plays original jazz piano compositions, as if he wasn’t already hot enough. (Then at the end of the episode when he’s feeling low and vulnerable he sits down at a gambling table in a casino and we’re like nooo, but then Nick just quietly appears and takes the seat next to him and Warrick’s like what are you doing man and Nick says he’s just here to play some cards with his friend, and I had a Whole Human Emotion)

- Finally, the Greg Sanders Arc Watch continues apace, but I’m withholding any commentary on how that seems to be working until I get at least another season in, because I wanna confirm a hunch. And in S2 the main point of Greg is still these 30 second cutscenes where someone tries to get DNA results from him before he says something so embarrassing that their soul liquifies out of their body. But they’ve sent Nick in so many times that this season—definitely against Nick’s better judgement—the two of them began to develop a game, where Greg speedily starts drawing chemical compounds related to the case on his clear dry-erase board and Nick tries to guess what they are before he’s done. “What did I win?” Nick asks on the second occasion of this, and we do not get an answer to that.

Anyway, to carry us out— Grissom: ��Say goodbye to Greg.” Sara: “Bye Greg.”

#my definition of 'data' is loose #CSI

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poetryandnightmaress · 4 years ago

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Before I go to sleep: OC Time:

Ruin, a pony with a snake tail and tail mouth named Cleopatra

And brother and sister, Greg Neon and Raven Neon, who will be in the same Universe as Wee Bacon! :D

#oc #ocs #original characters #original character #original art #oc development

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vonschweetz · 5 years ago

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since i havent done a random question in a while. im going to give you three colors and three people. you have to decided which person is getting their hair dyed which color. your colors: baby blue, fire engine red, emerald green. your people: dustin, greg, oc

Ooooh!! Finally my two expertise combined! Hair color and wrestlers!

Baby Blue: OC. It would compliment his double denim look.

Emerald Green: Greg. His gear is primarily accented with a neon-ish green so it fits.

Fire Engine Red: Young Dustin. A bit of an odd man out but I think he can rock it.

#hangmanchuckiet

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toasttz · 6 years ago

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How to make games: RPGs

Hey! You like RPGs, right? If you don't I have to wonder how the hell you found FAN, given our two most-active subboards being vidya and tabletop RPGs, but, whatever! Let's, for the sake of argument, assume you like RPGs. If you don't, fuck off, Greg! ... I don't know anyone named Greg, I just wanted to see if I could screw with people named Greg. Anyways, RPGs, like the houses in Harry Potter, come in four distinct flavors: traditionalist, gonzo/comedy, h-game, and "Inspired by EarthBound/The Mother Trilogy". And much akin to Harry Potter, only two of these houses actually fucking matter and the other two are just hangers-on of different genres and ages. If you're going to waste the player's time by making your H-game an RPG, you are going about it entirely wrong. Please stop dumping this unabashed garbage-fire of a subgenre on Steam, the market is beyond saturation point and requires arm floaties to compensate. And for those of you who played/know of EarthBound and want to make a "spiritual successor"... just stop. Please for the love of God, stop. There never really was a demand for this kind of thing and EarthBound was not a commercial success, so just stop if you have any humanity left in you. I don't think I can stomach anymore fucking quirkiness after the last installment - anymore stuffed down my gullet and I'm gonna shit out a My Hero Academia OC next time my bowels move. So, in truth, you have two flavors of RPG: the traditionalist and the comedian routes and both can be equally terrible. Traditionalist RPGs range from the swords-n-sorcery setting found in Ultima, Dragon Quest, and good Final Fantasy installments to the sci-fi, cyberpunk, steampunk, and emo shit found in bad Final Fantasy installments - it's a wide gauntlet. The only prereq is that you take your own storytelling relatively seriously, with some level of gravity involved in the overall major story beats. Since traditionalist RPGs are made by people with crippling insecurities about change, and the game will largely succeed or fail on the quality of its characters, I'll go ahead and make your cast for you. I'll avoid giving them names so you can customize them: I mean, some people like their fantasy heroes to be named something like "Bulk McUlraeoth Sword Arm of Jupiter" and some people like their fantasy protags to be named "Jim". Who am I to judge your self-insert fanfiction? Sword McHero Man - The guy with short brown or black hair and a generic face done by a B-list manga-ka and, depending on if you want to make him a chillaxed everyman or an edgy edgelord, you can add or subtract belts, zippers, pouches, and black clothing items according to need. He'll almost always use a generic one-handed sword and have fairly short hair. If your game strongly favors an element system, he'll be either fire or light-affinity, but not have any actual strong convictions beyond the fact that he hates 'bad guys' and probably gets his head dunked in toilets by at least 3 NPCs in the starting town. Anything else about him is ultimately superfluous and interchangeable with the next Sword McHero Man over. Childhood McBestfriend - Oftentimes a female foil to the above, but not required by law to be so. Sometimes this doubles as Sword McHero Man's Suave Cool McLancer. They will usually fill a supplementary combat role in the party, either the thief or the healbot as the story requires. If they are the love interest, they are required to be Worst Waifu(TM) by law and be replaced as soon as a competent party member fills out the roster. Typically wind or water elemented in nature, they'll either help calm the hero-man down if he is the hotblooded sort, or cheer him up if he's currently got his head dunked in a toilet. Suave Cool McLancer - Either a rival or thematic foil of the hero and maybe a rival for Childhood McBestfriend's affections, depending on story necessity. He will be a more specialized unit, either the rogue, the heavy-armor knight, or the attack mage. If male, this character will be Best Hasbando and be incredibly pretty or horrifically scarred and/or disfigured with no potential in-betweens. If female, uncommon but not unheard-of, she'll be the team's big sis figure and likely the most powerful, physically speaking. Potential for Best Waifu(TM) is high, but can also potentially double as Back McStabberton. Back McStabberton - The dark, angsty, clearly-untrustworthy one who the player will see their betrayal coming from a mile off, but will completely blindside the naive heroes. Usually they'll have stats inconsistent with the party (being either over or under-powered depending on context) and clash with their bright, anime-esque color scheme by wearing blacks or dark purples. Either a thief or attack mage of some flavor. Almost universally a male or a "devilish handsome rogue" if they get redeemed at some point. If female, they will always be DOUBLE AGENTS acting with the hero's own good in mind and will promptly be forgiven. Usually dies before the game is out. Grandpa McTeacherperson - Some plot-pivotal character who exists to either give the party a special tool, weapon, or ability they wouldn't have gotten otherwise, or elsewise transfer their own talents to the party in some fashion. Virtually irrelevant as characters since these exist exclusively as jaded props to die off to make the villains' actions more personal. Please stop using this archetype or at least TRY to subvert it into something interesting, you talentless lazy fucks. Sexy McFaceTurn - Invariably one of the bad guy's hot ladies will see a boyish charm in the hero, even if the hero is supposed to be projected upon and therefore would actually have the social skills of a duck - or worse, me. What? I did that joke already? Fuck you, this joke's still more inspired than the Tales games RPGs. Anyways, upon getting wet for the hero, she will abandon her post and all its luxuries and join the party, clad in tight, black leather and probably using either knives or whips and will be your prereq dark-affinity character. She will be the sex appeal your game sells on, so be sure to slap her on all your promo materials even though she doesn't join until the mid-late game. Male versions of this idea die. I can't explain it - it's some straight-up Mr. Poofers dark magic, they just die. Annoying McMascot - Your game needs something bizarre to round the party out with. A talking dog is common. A fantasy creature with bright neon colors is also acceptable. Just make sure that players hate it with every fiber of their being. If the design alone isn't enough, give it an annoying speech habit - like a verbal tic or a lisp - and have it talk a lot and repeat the obvious a lot. It is by law that this must be implemented. However, unlike any of the above, this, coupled with the hero, cannot be killed off. And that should more or less do ya, unless you're the type who wanted to pour dozens upon dozens of dudes into your game. In which case, congrats, you understand that doing the absolute base minimum to be called a "game" isn't the bar you should be shooting for and therefore are already on your way to being better than Squeenix. Next, you need to get to codin'! So go on Steam and buy the latest RPG Maker software when it goes on sale. You won't need to wait long, between the Summer and Winter sales. Once you have that, you already have built-in art, music, and character makers. Fuck it - creativity is hard, so let the software tend to that itself. Make some characters and name some locations, jot up a map with some landmarks and treasure, then make a bad guy. Bad guy making is easy, they all wear black or dark reds and purples and tend to always call themselves "The [Whatever] Empire". You don't even need to be arsed to make a motivation for their evil schemes. Have you seen how much Fire Emblem Fates raked in just on the goodwill left over from Awakening? I'm surprised JRPGs aren't made by fucking algorithm these days! Anyways, that just about does it for the traditional RPG. Comedy RPGs aren't quite as bound to the above and are, in fact, encouraged to break the mold. If you need some ideas to get the creative juices flowin', there's a game you can try out, you might have heard about it since I haven't stopped fellating the damn thing since I did the LP back in 2013: Hourai High. Your plot doesn't need to make sense and is better off if any causality is merely coincidental. Your characters shouldn't really be trying to 'save the world', per se, but should do so by side-effect of their selfishness and/or incompetence. Your team should have robots, aliens, fucking CheetahMen, I don't fucking know, but take everything I said above this paragraph and throw it into a shredder, make it confetti, and wail on established convention! Sweet fucking mother - BE CREATIVE. I'm gonna temporarily break facade here for just a second and say this: you know how you bitched about Final Fantasy 15? How it's a fucking boyband music video with a fucking car commercial crammed in it?! How you hated the hallway simulator of FF13? How no one bought Bravely Second? How Dragon Quest keeps getting away with remaking the same fucking game?! Here's your chance. Flaunt on the establishment. Fuck what is "popular". Make something new. Don't try to be Shigesato Itoi. Do your own thing. Break the conditioning. Get out there and make a fucking game. Make it so when people say "RPG Maker Title" on Steam, they aren't saying it like it's a four-letter word. Put some God-damn soul into it, people! And now, off the soap box. Bonus points if you add a dating sim. Just saying. Rune Factory 5 just got announced. Now, get to work. Congrats. You now know how to be the most fucking boring milquetoast thing on the planet and how to avoid that ass-cancer and do something that actually expresses your individuality and possible talent. This is the one time I'm allowing these rants to be somewhat uplifting. You're welcome.

#satire #comedy #RPG #video games #games

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benefitcrhazard-blog · 7 years ago

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GETTING TO KNOW THE MUN :

NAME : Rae Ann NICKNAME : Rae FACECLAIM : Jane Lane HEIGHT : 6′ BIRTHDAY : it’s in October AESTHETIC : anything 80′s related; Vaporwave; Neon; anything brightly coral colored LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO : New Rules - Dua Lipa/ Initial Talk Remix FAVORITE MUSE (S) YOU’VE WRITTEN : Wow. I’ve only had 2 OC’s and it’s near impossible to choose between the both of them. I was only used to writing canon characters in the past, but with both Mae & Abe I’ve been incredibly happy and lucky to be a part of their story.

GETTING TO KNOW THE ACCOUNT :

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON THIS MUSE : You know - I didn’t really have Blade Runner in mind when I created Mae, I only knew that I wanted her to be synth or AI. There is this episode of Mad Men where Joan (Christina Hendricks’ character) is, pretty much, raped by her husband. I know that sounds a little... well, awful to build upon, but the part I really wanted to explore was the persona Joan had (she was like a classier, vintagier Samantha Jones) and how she used it so incredibly and powerfully to her own advantage. I wanted Mae to be like Joan: simultaneously this kind of Jessica Rabbit-like cartoon of a woman, and also a very real woman who felt very real things. Like Joan, Mae’s power is pretty much dependent on pleasing powerful people, but ultimately, she is abused. I mean, she is a prostitute, and not even a free citizen at best. Yet, she sill finds a way to hold her head high, and still somehow seems “free” at the same time? That scene ends with Joan staring off with this disassociated gaze while her husband pins her down beside a coffee table and it’s so incredibly hard for me to watch and not have this HUGE wave of conflicting emotion about it. In the same hand, I want Greg (Joan’s husband) to choke on the hugest fucking sausage and die, but I also want to see how Joan can better this situation for herself in the end. Because ultimately, that was how she worked things in the unfair system - it’s so freaking heartbreaking, but I write Mae with this scene in my mind during every thread. That ‘dead gaze’ - i felt like it held so much more and I wanted to explore that with Mae. Like it’s her against the world and she’s gonna come out on top - despite having to endure this horrible kind of life.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE : I really love her curiosity. Experiencing things for the first time: like love, family, friendship. These things are fascinating to her and although she didn’t have a childhood, she isn’t childlike. The idea of being treated like a child makes her really angry and uncomfortable - this is something I really wanted to instill within Mae’s core. I hate that whole Synthetic being-childlike trope, especially if the synth is being sexualized because, like ??? It’s soooo sooo soo wrong. I love that she is comfortable within her own skin, and comfortable with her sexuality - she likes to make people feel good - she loves being touched. She’s warm and inviting, and soft and quiet... I imagine that her gaze is penetrating in the way that it makes you look away, but you always want to look back because you just have to see it again & feel what it made you feel again. WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING : I’ve been having a lot of problems with this lately, because I feel like I’ve strayed a bit too far from Mae’s canon world. The old Blade Runner gives me SO MUCH FUEL for Mae - but for some reason, since I’ve watched 2049... I’m just stuck? MUSIC usually helps me find a good rhythm for writing. 80′s and modern electronica. Anything by Trevor Something is pretty much Mae’s soundtrack (forever thanks to @bi0w0lf) and gives me good feels for writing her story. FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS : God. I don’t know. I’m weird. I love exploring intimate action in painful detail - I tend to get a little too focused on this in my threads as it is - and I really love writing these threads that are full of tension. Good vs. Bad, contrast, dark mixing with light, weird stuff that makes you feel uncomfortable. People who question their sanity. People questioning their motive in a situation. BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE : Like I said before: jumping over that 2049 hump. For some reason, I can’t get the story out of my mind (bc it was fucking great) and I am having problems getting back into Mae’s world. She interacts with a lot of other characters who are not in BR fandom, but they are all super wonderful and I’m trying to integrate her into their life while still staying true (somewhat *sweats*) to the BR world.

TAGGED BY : @karmicagent TAGGING : oh man, I always feel like I’m pointing an ominous finger here: @cajunspoons, @ameasureofpower, @progeny-of-a-justified-legend, @oskartranse, @thorndale-industries... anyone else I forgot - I’m sorry, consider yourselves tagged.

#if brokenness is a form of art • OOC

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the-aquilanian-noise · 7 years ago

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Greg’s Universes- Chapter 1

(NOTE: This story is an AU, set before the events of the recent Stevenbomb. Also, Tom references @plainolddope‘s OC, Greg’s twin brother. It is his fault that this story exists in the first place so go blame him ;p )

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‘Well this just isn’t fair…’ Greg muttered, as he stood alone on the ‘It’s A Wash!’ tarmac. It had been quiet recently. Far too quiet for his taste. He didn’t NEED to wash cars anymore, his royalty cheque had seen to that, but it gave him something to do. Structure to a life that was otherwise… ‘Boring’ Greg said out loud, walking over slowly to his favourite deck chair. It had been a slow morning, followed by a slow afternoon. The lazy sunset made it clear that it was transitioning into a slow evening. Hardly anyone had been by, and Greg had been left with only his thoughts for company. And their focus on Rose made them poor companions.

What was worse, Steven hadn’t been around for a while, livening up the place with his laughter alone. (‘Probably yet another mission…’ thought Greg, before suppressing the thought of WHAT the mission could be…) Even if it wasn’t for very long at a time, his son’s presence made things a lot better. He was afraid to admit it, but he was… lonely. As much as he loved the other residents of Beach City, they all had their own lives and loved ones. But for him… all of that felt very distant now. And any time he had alone just reminded him of that fact.

With a sigh, lowering himself down into the deckchair, he thought about going to sleep. At least in his dreams his thoughts fled away, didn’t remind him of the quiet. Yes, that would work. Give him some way to pass the early evening, before returning to his van to pass the rest. Greg raised his large hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn, as he relaxed himself a little. If he was lucky, maybe when he next opened his eyes Steven would be there too. That made the yawn move into a smile, as he imagined showing Steven the right frets to strum on the guitar, his eyes closing on that peaceful thought…

BANG

Greg sprung awake, his hair almost standing on end. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out, though the sun had dipped far enough that the shadows were stretching far back, as if they were dark fingers clawing at the walls of the car wash. And it was from there the banging noise originated, Greg realised. Nervously, Greg got himself up, hoping beyond hope that he was hearing things.

BANG

There it was again! He couldn’t shrug that one off, as much as he wanted to. Someone was moving around the Car Wash office, and making a mess of it by the sounds of it. Trying to keep his breath modulated, Greg picked up the closest thing on hand he could use as a weapon... which was a length of unplugged hose. For a second Greg could only sigh. He lived a life surrounded by aliens with their high tech Gem weaponry, and all he had to fall back on was a hose pipe. Then the noises started again, and Greg held it close. Any port in a storm, after all…

Greg approached the Car Wash door, opening it and looking in. It was dark, reflecting the gradual approach of dusk. He could just about make out that some things had been knocked over- invoices, bottles of soda (‘Wait, knocked over or drunk?’) and even a few chairs. As he peered through the glass door observing this, the door at the back of the office swing shut. His heart skipped a beat. ‘Come out! I have a… hose head?’ Greg said, a clear quavering in his tone. ‘Heavy hose head!’ He quickly added. Silence answered him. ‘Calm down Mr Universe… You don’t want to lose any of what remains of your hair through stress. Probably just a cat’ He heard the tinkling sound of a lot of cutlery falling to the floor. ‘A… large cat? Lion?’ Greg whispered, almost inaudibly. No response came, other than another few muffled crashes. Someone was in the break room.

Greg crept reluctantly forward into the building, holding the hose out as the closest thing he had to a weapon, for all the good it would do him. As delicately as he could manage with his large frame, he edged his way through the room, avoiding the pitfalls that its recent occupant had already tripped through. He knew he should phone the police, but how long would they take? And if his wash invader was Onion, he didn’t want ANOTHER charge of breaking and entry put on the kids’ permanent record… God knew that Vidalia didn’t need that right now. So, with trepidation, he slowly edged the door to the break room open, pressing the handle in just the right way to prevent it creaking. Then had to stop himself gasping.

It was a man, rooting around in his fridge! Greg couldn’t see much- the blinds were down, and the only real illumination was the fridge’s own backlight, which only served to make the man appear even broader. And indeed, he appeared to be quite chubby, with long hair braided into some kind of ponytail. The figure was hopping up and down a little… Maybe he had stubbed himself on the chairs he had knocked over? Then Greg realised- the man’s feet were bare. Worse than that, so were his legs! With a start, Greg processed that his would-be thief was dressed in a white loincloth and a dark blue waistcoat. Whoever had broken into the Car Wash had taken his clothes from the Human Zoo! (‘Hadn’t I burned them?’ he thought to himself ‘I mean I thought I had… maybe I got too distracted by my new jean shorts…’) And, annoyingly Greg had to admit, the intruder looked good in them; the fabric of the loincloth seemed to fit really well around the curves of his thighs, flowing in a way he was sure it never had on him. He shook his head out of this reverie- there was a stranger raiding his fridge!

‘Hey, stop that right now!’ Greg said, in his sternest voice possible, throwing open the break room door. The man froze, even ceasing his hopping as he crouched a little. ‘This… this is private property you know! I’ll call the police, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, and uh… leave!’

A pause. Greg tried to remain calm, as he brandished the hose in the closest to a threatening manner he could manage. Nothing happened for a heartbeat, as Greg and the mysterious man held still in silence. Then, with exaggerated care, the man turned around, his long, braided ponytail swinging loose as he did so. For a moment, Greg couldn’t see anything due to the glare of the neon fridge lighting. And then, suddenly, they were face to face. And not just any face. It was Greg’s own face staring back at him!

‘ARRRRGGGGH!’ Greg yelled.

‘EEEEEEEEKKKK!’ the other Greg squealed, dropping a plate containing leftover pizza.

The two stared at one another. Greg tilted his head. The other Greg’s eyes widened in fear. (‘Ok, not a mirror monster… that’s something?’ Greg thought) His… blue eyes. Identical to Greg’s own. Same bald patch. Same beard. Same farmer’s tan. Even the same slight bulge in the nose, from when it got broke as he left home as a teenager. It was as if he was facing his twin again, but a twin who had lived his life.

‘Uhhhh… I’m… not going to hurt you… me?’ Greg said, in as calm a tone he could manage. ‘Oh boy…’ He put down the hose he was almost brandishing. ‘See? Everything’s going to be a-ok…’

‘… Wait, this is a dream right?’ the other Greg said, shaking his head nervously. ‘But why would I be dreaming about myself? The food I understood, but another me…’ Suddenly the other Greg reached out and poked Greg in the stomach, giving it a quick wobble

‘Hey!’ Greg said indignantly, but the other Greg was already back to talking.

‘You feel real, though wait, would I be able to tell the difference in a dream? But if this isn’t a dream, where am I? A new part of the Zoo? Wait, why would they add a new part to the Zoo? Unless it is some kind of new habitat study… But then why are you here? Are you my clone? I mean, they got enough DNA I guess… Or are you a gem that is in disguise as me? Are you replacing me? Don’t replace me! But that wouldn’t make sense… Unless you aren’t meant to be here… Wait, are you trying to CHOOSEN me? Approaching looking like me to make me feel more comfortable? Because you finally figured out my past??’

‘Wait… what?’ Greg said, disorientated by the shotgun barrage of questions and statements that had come at him in his own voice. ‘I’m lost?’

‘I mean, you seem really nice… I mean I seem really nice… But I’m not interested right now!’ the other Greg said, then paused. ‘Well, I might be, but I mean it’s very sudden, and I don’t know why you would disguise yourself as me, but I’m flattered? But not so flattered as to do things right now unless I was told…’

And the other Greg stopped. Reached out his hand to his ear, cupping the purple earring that had gone unnoticed by Greg up until this point. And immediately cried out again. ‘The little voice! The little voice is gone!’ The change was instantaneous. He collapsed, clutching his ear as he curled into a ball, making a slight whimpering sound as he rocked back and forth.

‘Hey, c’mon buddy’ Greg said, trying to understand what was happening as he talked. ‘What voice?’ he asked, already half guessing the answer.

‘The little voice… The routine… It’s… gone.’ The other Greg continued to rock even faster, clearly panicking.

‘Hey, hey, it’s ok…’ Greg said, reaching out and stroking the soft shoulder of the other man. He had a theory now. Either it was a very elaborate practical joke played by Tom, or this person was really someone from the Human Zoo- who happened to look exactly like him. Who had been brought to him. But what that meant, he wasn’t entirely sure…

It was then Greg heard another noise, the sound of sandals slapping against the tarmac. He swung around, looked the other Greg directly in the face, trying to fix his gaze as it wandered in panic. ‘Right, me! Well, you! Stay here!’ The other Greg nodded quickly, evidently a little happier now he was finally being told what to do again. But Greg didn’t have enough time to double check. Because he knew what that sound meant, as he dashed through the empty Reception, and threw the Car Wash door open.

‘Heeeeeeey Schtuball’ Greg called out, smiling widely.

And there was Steven running towards him, the cry of ‘Daaaaaaaaaaaaad!’ carrying in the still night air. Suddenly he was right with Greg, throwing himself into his father’s arms. ‘Oooof, careful kiddo- you’ll take my back out one of these days you know!’ Greg said, not entirely joking.

Steven continued talking without missing a beat, ‘Dad, Dad, you won’t BELIEVE it! We fought this giant –uh- giant gem thing, and Garnet was all ‘Gems, we musn’t let it split us up!’, but Amethyst had already fallen down a hole, and Pearl had been splattered by goo from its babies, so she wasn’t moving, so I had to…’ Greg let the story fade into the background, absorbing every word, as he just enjoyed being there. With Steven. Being alongside his son. Perhaps seeing the Zoo clothes had made him sentimental, remembering how close he had been to never seeing Steven again… That, however, brought the memories of the strangely dressed man back into his head; how was he meant to explain that to Steven?

‘Dad?’ Greg was startled, looked up. Steven had stopped talking, and was instead looking up at him with confusion. He had obviously let the emotions play across his face (‘Stupid, stupid’) ‘Are… you all right Dad?’ Steven said, concern obvious in his expression.

‘Of course, kiddo… I mean, why wouldn’t I be?’ Greg said, wishing for a moment his t-shirt had a proper collar he could fidget with.

‘You look… scared?’ Steven said. Greg froze. He didn’t want Steven to think he was afraid of him, God knew that the kid didn’t need that adding to his plate. But for the same reasons he couldn’t exactly tell him about his… clone? (‘Better than any other explanation I can think of right now…’ he thought). Steven would blame himself, Greg just knew it. And he didn’t want to hurt his son like that. Didn’t want to hurt their relationship any more.

The tinkle of shattering glass came from behind Greg. The moment was broken. Like a shot, Steven was looking past Greg towards the Car Wash, hand moving toward his Gem.

‘Get behind me Dad!’ Steven said, as if by reflex, advancing purposefully towards the perceived threat.

‘Wait, uh…’ Greg mouthed. Unless he thought of something fast, Steven would run in there, and meet… whoever that was… and who knew what would happen! If he couldn’t just think of something, anything…

‘Guitar lessons! I’m giving guitar lessons!’ Greg said, with a start.

Steven stopped moving forward, turning with confusion towards his Dad, the inherited bushy eyebrows drawn together in a dark frown. But at least he wasn’t moving forward anymore

‘Yeah, sorry I didn’t say anything Steven, I was just so surprised to see you back from your mission, so I wanted to say hi, you know.’ Greg said, feeling himself babbling.

Steven wasn’t convinced ‘But, it’s late? And why would your student be wandering around the car wash breaking things?’

‘Uh… They work in the day! And believe me, at this point I am just as confused about the breaking things as you are…’ Greg’s expression darkened, then shifted into a smile as he realised Steven was watching him intently. ‘But that’s students for you!’

Steven looked confused for a second. Paused. (‘Is he buying it?’) Then suddenly smiled knowingly, his face an echo of Rose’s for a moment. (Not long enough…)

‘Ahhhh, I see what is going on here.’ Steven said, grin plastered across his face.

‘You, uh… do huh?’ Greg replied, trying his hardest not to blush as his son scrutinised his face. ‘And uh… what is that?’

Steven just paced back and forwards, shaking his head ‘Yoooooouuu have a secret.’ Greg gulped. ‘Outside of usual hours… You don’t have your guitar on you… You’re sweating…’

‘Yeah… From the hard work of… guitar lessons. The theory of Guitar lessons.’ Greg said, watching the lie become more transparent with every repetition.

‘Daaaaaaad, don’t keep playing games, I know what’s happening here… You’ve got a date!’

‘That’s right Ste… Wait whaaaaat?’ Greg began shame-faced, before choking on his words.

‘I get it Dad, you don’t want me to meet them yet- I mean I didn’t introduce you to Connie at first either.’ Steven said, with an infectious kind of joy in his voice. ‘But I’m proud of you! What are they like?’

‘Steven! Your old man isn’t back on the dating scene, and this is just a… uh… student!’ Greg said, blushing heavily.

Steven laughed. ‘It’s ok Dad, I get it. You deserve to meet someone.’ (‘When did he get old enough to start giving me relationship advice?’ Greg wondered) ‘And speaking of that… someone… I should let you get back to it!’

‘Wait, what?’ was all Greg could get out in response.

‘Bye Dad! Have fun with your ‘student’!’ Steven winked, and then bounced away, even more of a spring in his step than usual.

‘No! It isn’t that! There just… uh… lessons!’ Greg said in vain to the quickly retreating figure. Then sighed, before falling backwards onto the deck chair, running his hand over his forehead. ‘This one’s gonna be a fun one to explain…’ It took him a moment to recover, and remember the reason that this had even come up at all; the sound of breaking glass. He hoped the man hadn’t stepped on anything; he was already starting to feel responsible, and that hospital trip was one he really didn’t need. He turned back to look at the reception, and almost fell out of his chair. The other Greg was there, his face and hands pressed against the glass, stock still.

With a start, Greg pulled himself up, ran towards the car wash, panicking already. As he got closer, he realised the man’s posture was not as unmoving as he thought, his shoulders shaking and reaching hands trembling. The other Greg was… crying? And crying hard.

Greg rushed into the Car wash, pulling the other Greg back with him into the darkened room. ‘What are you doing? You could have been SEEN! I asked you to stay there.’ Greg said, pointing clearly at the break room door which had been left swung open. Then stopped. He couldn’t bring himself to shout at someone who looked so devastated. Greg never realised he could cry so much, or so loudly. ‘Look, I’m sorry.’ Greg said. ‘But we need to talk about this… And why are you crying?’

It was a while before there were any noises out of his reflection that weren’t sobs. At length, amongst the sniffles, Greg could just make out the other Greg saying ‘That… that’s Steven. I… never thought I’d see… him… my son… again!’

‘Wait… your son?’ Greg said, backing away slightly.

Then, that shift again. The other Greg had planted himself firmly on the floor, raising his head slowly ‘Why would you do this to me, you gem MONSTER? I thought you didn’t like it when we felt pain? Or is this some kind of experiment? See how much pain a human can feel until we break? Well go ahead take your notes! This is the pain a father feels, kept from his son!’

His anger was so intense, Greg felt like he had been punched. Probably would have been, if the man hadn’t been crying so hard. All the softness had drained from this other Greg, and all that was left was concentrated hurt. Like his skin had been ripped back, nerves exposed to the winds and elements. The other Greg was in pain. Deep pain.

‘I don’t understand…’ Greg said. And he wasn’t lying. He had presumed from the way the other Greg had talked he was some sort of clone, brought up in the Zoo with only stories of Earth. But, he knew Steven… or at least acted like he did…

‘Oh, I’m SURE you don’t. You wouldn’t understand. CAN’T understand. THAT’S AN IMAGE OF MY SON YOU JUST DANGLED IN FRONT OF ME.’ The other Greg was shouting now. ‘The son YOUR Diamond took me away from! And now you think you can just… GO OUT and talk to a version of him with MY FACE?’ He paused. ‘Why would you do that?’ The words hung in the air, biting worse than any cold could.

‘I’m sorry’ Greg said, softly. ‘I’m sorry that I don’t know what has happened to you. And I’m sorry that I can’t fix this.’ He reached out to try and touch his counterpart.

‘Like I can believe that.’ The other Greg said, almost spitting the words, flinching away. ‘Like I can believe a Gem who is taunting me with my son.’

‘You’re right.’ Greg said. ‘You shouldn’t just believe it.’ With a calmness he didn’t feel, Greg walked further into the car wash, looking around until he saw the glass the other Greg broke. Bent down, picked it up.

The other Greg froze, his sunburnt skin going pale, even for this dark light. But he stifled his tears, and glared. ‘Yeah, I broke it. I get it, I’m not graceful like the other Zoomans. But I don’t care. I LIKE me. And I bet you DON’T like you.’ Greg flinched a little at that. ‘Having to steal other people’s forms, and taunt them. I don’t care if you’ve decided I’m no longer worthwhile as an experiment. Do your worst!’

Greg turned, holding a shard of glass purposefully in his right hand. The other Greg held still, teeth gritted against his plump lip. He wouldn’t give a gem clone the satisfaction of seeing him cry any more, or flinch away, in his last moments… Greg raised his arm. The other Greg screwed his eyes tight. Then nothing. Another beat of nothing. Gingerly, the other Greg opened his left eye… then threw them open. ‘You hurt yourself!’ He said, in shock.

Standing before him, Greg had clearly given himself a long cut, down the length of his left arm, blood dripping slowly from the surface wound onto the reception floor. The other Greg looked horrified. Blood was foreign to him, after so long in the padded grounds of the Zoo. And facing him was another him… But bleeding.

‘Gems don’t bleed. They don’t get hurt like humans. They’re not fragile like us.’ Greg gestured down at his wound. ‘Don’t feel like we do.’ And Greg looked up, hopeful. Hopeful he had been understood.

The other Greg wrenched his eyes from the blood, confusion painted across his features. ‘Wait, you said… we… Why… why would you just trust me? After the nasty things I said! All the things I blamed you for?’

‘I don’t understand why. But, I feel your pain. That worry you’ll never see your son again. Because I remember it. I felt it too.’ Greg said, talking slowly, spelling it out in his own head. ‘I think… You’re me from the past.’

The other Greg looked at him with confusion, eyes still wide. ‘What do you mean, the past? This isn’t some sort of Gem experiment in the Zoo?’

Greg shook his head. ‘It isn’t the Zoo, buddy… this is Earth. The real Earth. And I know that you’ve been to the Zoo because I was trapped there, once. Just like you were. And unless somehow you’re a clone with all my memories, the only thing that makes sense is that.’

Both Gregs looked at each other, staring, watching the other turn it over in their head. There was silence, broken only by the sounds of the sea in the distance.

‘I’m home?’ The other Greg spoke first, tentatively spelling out his conclusion. ‘I’m… I’m home! Beach city, car wash, takeaway pizza home!’ His voice became sung, happiness obvious. ‘And… and you’re me from the future? But, how? How do we do it? How do we get back?’

Now it was Greg’s turn to smile, as he replayed the memory in his mind. ‘Steven. Steven saved me… Well, saves us I guess.’

‘So, you mean… Steven comes for me? He comes for me!’ And suddenly the other Greg started weeping again, but this time with a huge grin on his face.

Greg raised an eyebrow. ‘See, it’s not so bad, you don’t have to…’ Suddenly, the other Greg grabbed him in a bear hug, lifting Greg off the ground slightly, an impressive feat. ‘Woah there buddy!’ Greg said, a little alarmed. It felt… weird being hugged by himself. Pleasant even, despite how crushing it was. The other Greg smelt of flowers and nature; synthetic flowers, definitely, but still a lovely scent. He hadn’t realised how soft his belly was, until it was pressed against him by another him, even if he could still feel the bulk beneath it. ‘Now I know how Pearl felt… Maybe I should do a few sit ups… Although I have been given worse hugs…’ He blushed a little- this was NOT the time to be thinking about things like this… about himself!

Eventually, Greg’s wiggling convinced the laughing past Greg to let him go, though the dopey grin wasn’t going any time soon. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just so happy… Steven comes for me… My little buddy comes for me.’

‘He does’ Greg said, with a smile, tearing up a little himself. A smile which froze. ‘I mean, he will… If we can get you… well me back…’ They looked out the front windows, up at the darkened sky in unison. Greg shivered slightly. Usually it felt good to think about how far away the Zoo was. But now… ‘Get you back so we can both be saved…’

***

‘Well that went about as well as to be expected… WHICH WAS APPALLINGLY’ the shrill voice carried annoyingly well in the cramped cave, echoing around the machines that were whirring gently in comparison.

The only figure in the cave shook his head, and spoke in a gravelly tone. ‘We moved one of them to the Focal point. At my age, you take what you can get.’

‘You were MEANT to move six of them, nimrod!’ came the voice again, from a triangular blue glow that was fixed onto one of the panels.

‘And you were the one who said that it was experimental gem technology’ he said, calmly ‘And the fact that it might work at all was hoping for a miracle, specifically considering that it was my “imbecilic human brain” that attempted to put it together from the blueprints.’

‘Well… MAYBE’ was all that came in response.

The man looked around the cave, thinking to himself. Loathe as he was to admit it, she wasn’t wrong. It could have gone better. A lot better. His calculations were that the force the machine generated should have pulled all of the test subjects together. Not just the one from the Human Zoo line. He sighed. It was a long, drawn out and weary one, pulling him deeper into the dark thoughts. The ones that threatened to pull him down, draw him into the huddled up ball on the floor again, like he had been after it first happened. When everything changed…

‘So, what ARE you planning now?’ The feminine voice cut through the silence, causing the man to snap back to the present. ‘The first testing was… less than successful. To be precise. Surely you aren’t thinking…’

The man interrupted. ‘We keep going. We get them all. That’s the only way this works…’ He choked a little. Almost stopping. But never quite. ‘The only way I get him back’

END OF CHAPTER 1

#greg universe #steven universe #fanfiction #there are hints to the future of the story I hope #if people want to learn more lol :D #thank you plainolddope though seriously :)#our terrible multi Greg AU will slowly come into a story existence

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Watching SU for the first time: Season 2 ep 1~6

Again, there were some episodes (Open Book, Shirt Club, Story for Steven) that are listed as Season 2 on Kisscartoon but listed as Season 1 on Wikipedia. I made a separate post for those three. As for this and other Season 2 reactions, I am going with the episode list/episode numbers provided by Wikipedia, thus excluding the aforementioned three episodes.)

Full Disclosure

-Ah, right where we left off from Jailbreak.

Lion’s face

-GREG’S GONNA GET A HEART ATTACK

-Is that Steven’s phone ringing, or is it just the background music?

-RONALDO STOP WATCHING ANIME

-Nice song!

-crocodile anthro.

-Steven... grew up a little.

-That was quite the quick texting there with only three taps

-aww

Joy Ride

-Nice detailed addition to the title screen.

-WAIT SOUR, YOUR BROTHER IS ONION?!

-Peridot?

-PERIDOT

-”But first, lemme take a selfie.”

-You guys are a bad influence.

-WTF HAPPENED-

-IS THIS MINIMUM LIFE SUSTENANCE/DEFENSE MODE OR SOMETHING

-Is the pod drawing something?

-DAMMIT GEMS THAT’S STEVEN IN THERE

-Dammit, teenagers, tell them something!

-I cancel my former statement about the bad influence.

-Pearl’s rocking those glowsticks

Say Uncle

-First comment I see: SKIP THIS EPISODE!!! "Don't worry bro, none of this is canon!"

-I have a bad feeling about this.

-I have a very bad feeling about this.

- I have a very, very bad feeling about this.

-WHAT THA FUCK

-THE SHOW LITERALL SAYS ‘DON’T WORRY BRO NONE OF THIS IS CANON’

-FOURTH WALL MUCH?

-”APRIL FOOLS”

-Titanic reference?

-THIS EPISODE’S LIKE ‘FUCK THE FOURTH WALL WHO CARES ABOUT THE FUCKIN WALL ANYMORE’

-But seriously. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

-I like how nobody gives a sh-t about the grandpa guy’s weirdly shaped head

-”He could be a danger to the fabric of reality itself.” Nah, he’s just a danger to the 4th wall who acts like the OC of a drunk storyboard writer.

uh...

-”Whyyyyyyy” more like “Whaaaaaaat”

-”We need a plot hole”

-uhhh

-what in the fuck am I watching and why is the giant pizza crying

-what the fuck is that green thing

-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

-FUCK

HE DREW MADE A FUCKING GEMSONA WITH FUCKING PHOTOSHOP (I mean, well, the anatomy is ok but...)

-The green guy could have just used Ctrl+(Alt+)Z.

-GIANT REALISTIC FLYING TIGER WTF KIND OF SHOW IS THIS

-Why is Pearl’s teeth sharp?

-I hope her voice actor’s throat didn’t go sore after this.

-”That’s not my baby!”

-She ate him? K

UHHH

-”I also apologize for Pearl”

-WHY THE FUCK IS THAT TIGER FARTING RAINBOWS

-HE WENT TO OTHER CARTOONS

-WELL I SURE AM GLAD IT WASN’T CANON

I made a compilation of Pearl’s distorted faces, in chronological order no less. Enjoy this spoiled-banana-colored jewel forged from the depths of hell.

Love Letters

-That’s not how you take a selfie...

-Wait, who’s Jamie? Never seen him before??

-OHH THAT GUY WITH THE SIGNATURES

-That is not going to work.

-PFFFFFTTTT DRAMATIC AF

-HHHASDGKDHFLSHPFFFTHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHASDGFASDDGSHGAAGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAFTPTFTFKHTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-KKKKKPPPFPFPFFFFFFTUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-ummm ummm

-Damn that refusal letter is savage

-well shit

-looks like delivering the letter might be a tad difficult

-ah, fuck.

-WTF ANIME FACE

-Garnet: *middle finger*

-ANIME HAND

-Is that Sadie’s mom

-What was the point of pulling the thing out of the ocean if you were going to throw it back right away

Reformed

-STEVEN TOOK A PERSONALITY TEST

-Why does Amethyst want to put car oil in their sandwich

-Amethyst, are you being honest

-Nice room Amethyst.

-What slinker?

-That’s a HUGE garbage pile right there. I see: A large teddy bear, a rotten Halloween pumpkin, a TV, a bathtub, a cactus in a pot, a neon sign, a fake owl, a head statue, a smaller teddy bear, a spanner, a fridge, a menu board, a door, a carriage wheel.......

handless.

-Amethyst?!

-AMETHYST!!?!1!

-Well that was quick, thank goo-your hands are feet?

-NOT AGAIN

-WHAT

-Amethyst hitting Steven and Garnet with hair killed me once, her Pearl impressions killed me twice.

-NOT. FUCKING. AGAIN.

-WTF?

-Oh.

-HULK SMASH

-aww

-THAT LIL SMIRK AT THE END THOUGH

Sworn to the Sword

-THE INTRO

-THE INTRO CHANGED

-AAAAAH

-THE BLUE SKY INTRO THAT SOMEONE MADE AN UNDERTALE PARODY OF

-AAAHASDGFLSH

-Connie is playing the violin really quietly. Normally it would drown all other sounds.

-Also, it’s not easy to sing while playing the violin

-”BEGONE, SERVANTS OF SARUMAN!”

-PEARL’S FLIPPING FACE

-THE DIAMOND AUTHORITY SYMBOL

-Heeyyyyy isn’t that where Pearl got stabbed?

-PEARL’S SINGING

-IT’S THAT SONG

-I’VE SEEN THE THUMBNAILS ON YOUTUBE BUT IT’S THE FIRST TIME I’M ACTUALLY HEARING IT

-HASKHGSKHFG

-FIRST TIME I’M HEARING THIS SONG

-AND IT’S AWESOME

-”How to talk to people”

-uh oh, yep, Pearl can take that and come back but Connie only lives once

-WHAAAT

-pearl’s brainwashed connie

-pearl you’re scaring steven

-and you’re scaring me

-what happened to you

-whoa

when you see a reference you don’t get

-yep pearl’s broken

-for a moment I thought her head did a 360 there

-”underwater dueling exercises” uhhh you sure about that??

#steven universe #crystal gems #pearl #amethyst #garnet #reaction #review #long post #peridot #homeworld #full disclosure #joy ride #say uncle #love letters #reformed #sworn to the sword #connie #su season 2 #watching for the first time

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