#also sry this is probably fugly

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ it’s the only way ! ❜ … from @kwiisatz, for chani.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 before , though it has always steered off into an entirely different direction , one that never left her heart feeling as though it might've been ripped from within her chest. she's lost count of how many nights she's spent at his side , how many nightmares she's held him through and how long she's spent whispering reassurances into his ear , drawing circles into his skin until he can manage to be whisked off into sleep once more. he has told her that he doesn't  want  this , that being a prophet only leads down a path to war and bloodshed and too many lives lost. he has seen it. chani doesn't know where that boy has gone , where  that  ghost  has  disappeared  to , but she finds herself frantically searching every inch of face as if she might find some sort of path that'll lead her back to him.

❝ is it now ? that's surely not what you told me before. ❞ her voice is far more calm than she feels , though there is a coldness there that feels almost foreign to her , a distance between them that she's not ever felt until now. it feels as though the air in the space between them has grown thinner , and she struggles to take enough of it in for her lungs to feel satisfied , to ease away the burning in her chest. quieter now , barely a whisper , too fearful of the trembling in her voice ⸻ the sting of tears welling in her eyes , tears that she will refuse to cry , ❝   you  promised.   ❞ but she supposes that they both made promises to each other , didn't they ? she had promised to always stay with him , and he'd promised to always stay who he was. both promises , broken ; a betrayal that leaves her very heart feeling as though it has been shattered into more pieces than one can possibly count. she'd once thought him to be different , but perhaps she  had  been  wrong  about  that ,   too.

[dwimmerlaiks]

ugh I wanna save you and me the big rambly post I really want to make about this, so here’s the bulletpoints of me being absolutely in love with life is strange: before the storm (or, the first episode anyway) [quick sidebar from present me to call out past me for her blatant lie; of course this got super rambly, the bullet points didnt do a thing to save it]

- was sceptical at first because, it’s a prequel, different developing studio, different protag, no time turney magic bits, what’s gonna be left?

- turns out what’s left is the heart of it, the best bits, the essentials: the characters, the storyline, the relatability factor, the heart of it all

- chloe as a protagonist is amazing, not only because it’s chloe (who doesnt love her), but... you see so much more of her, the awkwardness, the brashness; you’re not seeing her through max’s super pink glasses anymore, and something happens that works so well for this setup, which....

- for me at least, I mean- max was a great protagonist, but never somebody that felt super identifiable to me? she's super collected, and thoughtful, and - I mean, sure there’s a bit of an agegap between the games, but still - and now you’ve got chloe, and, god, teen chloe? that volatile mixture of anger, and awkwardness, and exuberance, and pain; and a wardrobe of fugly bandtshirts and ..., it just feels like.. there’s just a relatability to her that’s just really struck with me. BTS is perfect for her (so far), because it’s less grim than LIS, but still grim enough - and BTS feels less like, say, donnie darko, and more like every indie teen flick with a lost boy protagonist, except she’s the lead I wish I couldve had in those movies. on a broader level, having a female protagonist (in any media) who’s allowed to be angry, and mad, and destructive, and kind of a mess! and not at all elegantly tragic about it, but clumsy, and weird - it still feels like a novelty to me?

- also she’s super gay, everything is super gay, the entire episode is like a meet cute l m a o. another thing that still feels like taking the first sip of a cool glass of water, you know? idk man, I’m still not used to having this kind of stuff

- the backtalk ability is hilarious omg. ofc the teenchloe superpower would be angry yelling

- RACHEL. elusive, tragic, magnificent rachel. not to be overly niche, but there’s a scene in the movie hackers (1995) (lol) (sry it’s my fave, I got it memorized) where the mom of our protagonist meets the love interest (played by angelina jolie (also magnificent)) and looks her twice over, says “well, now I see what all the fuss is about”. meeting rachel in BTS feels like that. after all that was said about her in LIS - I didnt think they’d get her right, but they did?? school loves her, everyone loves her, chloe loves her, I love her

- i always say this but like.... you know that feeling that’s like, a late summer day, and you’re on your way to somewhere you’re looking out of the car window, and it’s a bit of sadness, and a lot of joy? like melancholia, but not melancholia, because that’s a feeling for fall, and it’s not fall YET. that type of feeling that vodafone commercials try to sell in their ads, and there’ll be an indie song playing in the background with a slow start, and a good baseline, and probably a choral bit in the middle? that’s my favourite feeling in the world. this game captures it p well quite a bit of times

- THE. SOUNDTRACK. ooohm ygod I didnt know daughter did the soundtrack for this (mostly - there are great tracks by other artists, too). the soundtrack is The Feeling (tm), except more October than August. alright, Ive officially stopped making sense. but please, please listen to the soundtrack. it’s SO good. it’s so good. everyone likes to ignore my music recs, but do yourself a favor, and trust me on this.

- just in general, sooooo much drama omg. it’s like the gay indie teen drama you always wanted. or like that really good 5 times fic, 40000k, that you cant stop reading at 2 am. and by you, I mean me. Idk where they’ll go with this in the next couple of episodes, but I really enjoyed this one. gonna shut up about it now though, for now

[jarchieriverdale]

Okay so I literally just started writing this Jarchie thing (I put it under the cut) and want to know what everyone thinks/if I should continue it/put it up on AO3 etc etc. Especially since I wasn’t aiming to have a WIP for Jarchie but here I am, writing a thing. 

I’m basing it more off the new comic versions, but I’m also keeping in mind the TV show, so I won’t have Grundy and I’ll probably keep Jug in the beanie as opposed to the cap. Idk yet, I haven’t made any description of it yet.  It’s got ace Jug, possibly aro, since yeah I am basing it more off the comics but im not sure yet and I just want to say that because hell it may end up having qpr jarchie but then it might not idk idk this is just the first chapter. 

Basically, I wanted to write one of those disgustingly cliche high school AUs, except obviously they’re canonically in high school. So AU instead where Jughead and Archie were never friends. Jughead’s that emo loner & Archie’s that popular jock dating that popular girl (Ronnie) and every girl wants Archie. EXCEPT Archie’s kinda pining after Jug, but has never done or said anything because he doesn’t think Jug would care or want to even be his friend or anything (’then why’s he dating Ronnie?’ you may ask, it’s in the chapter’s my fellas). 

So it’s kinda like, you know the story line... that guy that’s perfect and every girl wants but he ends up falling for that one girl who’s average and underwhelming and people are like HOLY SHIITTT HOWWW because they’re destroying the social ladder or some shit. And writing those really cliche scenes, except all of a sudden, I’ve realised, they might not be that cliche because this is Jug we’re talking about like... how will this fold out? As cliche as I was planning to write? Or maybe not so much??? idk...

Currently about 3k words under the cut! (not edited since I JUST wrote it)

Jughead Jones was more of a loner type, and nobody questioned that. He seemed to prefer to be on his own, sitting by himself during lunch hours, a pile of food to one side of him, his computer on the other. Maybe he was playing video games, maybe he was typing, nobody really knew.

It’s not that he was entirely alone, though. Sometimes he was with Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller, other times Dilton Doiley. If they invited him anywhere, one could sometimes hear him accepting, but most times he’d turn them down.

So by choice, really, he spent time alone.

And so he was today just before school began, sitting and munching on a banana and face glued to his computer screen, until Betty and Kevin came running over to him. It was the gleam in their eyes that Jughead knew what they were going to talk about, maybe even ask his opinion on.

“PFG is dating Veronica Lodge,” Kevin said to him, after hastily taking the seat beside him.

Ah yes, teen drama. Even worse: teen dating drama. Which Jughead held about as much interest in as the supermodels in underwear calendar everyone had been swooning about two weeks ago. (As a side note, some of the underwear had appeared entirely unpractical, but nobody would listen to Jug when he pointed that out).

“Who and who now?” Jughead asked, but a memory resurfaced on what PFG was. Ah yes, Popular Football God, Archie Andrews.

“Yes see, check out my twitter! It’s blowing up!” Kevin ignored the question and shoved his phone in Jughead’s face and. Cross-eyed, Jug attempted to read a couple of so-called tweets:

Sheila Wu @sheilabeauty101 #PFG dating #lodgeheiress IM SCREAMING

Reggie Mantle @radreggieman I can confirm @awesomearchie is dating @veronicalodge

“And this should interest me because?” Jughead asked, taking a huge bite of his burger.

“Veronica Lodge is a reality TV star,” Betty said, “that’s a big deal.”

“Was a reality star,” Kevin said, “I doubt she’s that big of a deal anymore.”

“Says the news vans outside the school we just pushed past...” Betty rolled her eyes.

There’d been news vans?? Jughead munched on his burger, trying hard to think back to a few minutes ago, a difficult feat, but he recalled someone sticking a microphone up to his face as he tried to walk into the school. They asked about something that he could no longer remember, and he’d ignored them and gone right in.

“Well, whatever,” Kevin sounded bitter.

Jughead wasn’t sure why until Betty said, “Look, I know you think Archie should’ve said yes when I asked him out-,”

Kevin hummed an affirmation.

“-But he doesn’t like me like that. I’m completely content on just being friends. Please don’t be terrible to him.”

“I’m not being terrible to him,” Kevin muttered, scrolling on his phone, “or to anyone. It just doesn’t seem fair...”

Jughead finished his banana and pulled an apple out of his pocket, “It’s not like anyone can do anything about it. If somebody doesn’t like someone that’s hardly anyone’s fault. No point getting angry.”

“You’re exactly right, Jug,” Betty said, and then to Kevin, “just leave it be, Kev. I’ll find someone worthy of me.”

“That you will,” Jug said to her and Betty flashed him a smile before the two left, leaving Jughead to go back onto his computer and eat his food in peace.

--

It was just one date! Archie was fuming as he scrolled down his twitter feed. Of course this would happen, goddammit. It’s not that he didn’t like Veronica – he did, but he just wasn’t sure yet. And okay, he was hoping with one date he would figure it out but... he hadn’t.  

The worst thing was everyone kept stopping him in the hallways when all he wanted to do was be alone and read through the tweets of what people were saying. Maybe contact Veronica and ask what she thinks about it.

She probably doesn’t mind, Archie thought with a pang of annoyance, he’d seen her talking to the media outside the school.

Archie, on the other hand, had gone around the back. He made his way into the bathroom, going to the end stall and locking himself into it. He put the toilet seat down and sat, also moving his legs up so they wouldn’t be in view at the bottom of the cubicle.

He texted Veronica, now content he had some peace and quiet.

Ronnie, howd every1 find out so fast?

When he didn’t get a reply right away he gripped his phone tighter, deciding he had to look away because otherwise the text would never come if he stared at his phone. Why does one always get messages when they aren’t look at their phone? It’s some sort of law of the universe.

So Archie stared at the bathroom wall, the tiles covered in scribbles of texts. Phone numbers, insults, and praises. Information, gossip, and crude drawings. He read through all of them, though one line written in thick, black marker met his eyes:

jughead jones is a fugly emo

And scribbled furiously underneath in a slimmer, redder marker:

Leave Jug alone!! Ass!!

Archie reached into his varsity jacket pocket, pulling out an ordinary black ink pen. Most people used permanent markers on the wall, but he could make do with this. He scrawled underneath in a manner so no one could guess it was his writing:

JUGHEADS P CUTE ACTUALLY

He’d never really spoken to the guy... well, occasionally he had. He’d tried to hit him up a couple of times but Jughead never appeared interested.

Okay, well ‘hit him up’... more like ask a question in the middle of class. Like what he’d asked him last month, for example. It was a Tuesday, just after lunch, when Archie found himself sitting next to the guy in English class.

“Hey, do you know what time it is?” Archie had whispered to him.

Jughead looked right at Archie, who’d done his best to give a polite smile, even though he would’ve liked nothing more than to beam and wink at the guy. Perhaps even try a come-hither look, but he didn’t want to scare Jughead away.

The other boy had just frowned, glancing down at Archie’s wrist and saying with thorough confusion “You’re wearing a watch...”

“Oh, right... right, I forgot...” Archie had said, and remembering that reply made him cringe and groan. Gosh, he should’ve said something like it was broken, or been more suave about it, idiot.

In his left hand, his phone vibrated and Archie quickly checked the text, glad to see it was Ronnie.

Sry Archiekins! media wantd 2 talk J no clue how any1 knows. sum1 saw us 2gether & guessd right?

Archie grinded his teeth and sent back.

It was one date Ronnie! I do like you, but I dunno if I want to do this yet...

An instant reply.

But if you like me, then shouldn’t you want to date me?

That was true. Archie wasn’t sure how he felt, or how he should reply. Should he say he liked guys more? That maybe he just needed some time away? Or maybe he should just flat out say he isn’t sure if he likes her like that. Archie started to type back, fixing the text, back spacing and writing the whole thing again until he was sure he was okay with it.

I dunno, Ronnie. I think I need some time to think about it.

He pressed send. It took a moment longer for another reply from her.

So we’re not dating?? :(

Archie sighed, wondering if he just avoided texting back if he could avoid the whole situation completely. The bell rang anyway so he really had to get to class.

--

The bell rang and Jug grumbled to himself, annoyed. He’d been too busy on his computer he hadn’t noticed the time. As he was at his locker, it was slammed shut in his face by none other than Reggie Mantle.

Reggie was a complicated specimen. The best comparison for him was that he was Satan, but it pained Jughead to admit that Reggie did have his moments of kindness.

This was not one of them.

“Hey pointy,” Reggie said, referring to Jug’s undoubtedly pointed nose. A most fitting moniker, though uninspiring. Jughead was a much better name.

And Reggie asked the million dollar question “How smart are you?”

“I’m quite the genius, thanks for noticing,” Jughead said, balancing the line of sincerity and scorn.

“I really need someone to do my homework,” Reggie was saying.

“Goddamn it, Reg,” Another voice said, and from behind Reggie, a tuft of red hair appeared, before Archie Andrews popped into sight. “I told you, you could come over to my house and we could do the homework together.”

“I didn’t have time,” Reggie said, “practice and all...”

“Get to class, Reg, you’re late as it is,” Archie said with a roll of his eyes, “We’re late, but I’ll be there soon.”

And Reggie Mantel listened, of course he did. He was Archie Andrew’s best friend. The only person who could keep him in line, if truth be told. Jughead saw it happen rather often.

“You alright?” Archie asked Jughead, much to his surprise.

“I didn’t need your help,” Jughead said, opening his locker again and getting out the rest of his things, and putting burgers into it.

“Are those burgers?” Archie asked, trying to get his face up into Jug’s business for SOME REASON.

“Yeah, I’m stocking up,” Jughead said, wondering how to give him a hint to go away.

“Oh man, that’s nuts,” Archie said and Jughead shot him a glare. The red-head stammered, “I mean- like- not in a bad way- it’s pretty cool, actually but- you know... nevermind...” Archie started taking steps backwards, thank goodness, but he still kept talking, “Anyway, sorry, I was just... trying to converse, you’re welcome though for the thing, like, that thing with Reggie that was- I was just trying to help- ya know, ‘cause that’s what I like to do, help people love to help people, anyway...”

The only reason Archie paused for breath was because he stumbled over his feet and nearly fell over, but caught himself before he did. Jughead stared, completely speechless, when Archie continued to speak.

“Well, it was fun talking to you, I’ll be off to class, class that we both have. Both of us, in class together. Bye. I mean, really, see you later- AROUND- see you around.”

And then Archie Andrews was gone.

The only reaction going through Jughead’s mind could be best decribed as ‘!!!???????????’

It took him a moment to gather his bearings before he could finally close his locker and get to class.

--

Archie new Veronica was waiting for him to reply to the text message. But he just didn’t know. He should just say no, he figured, but then what would everyone else say? Would they think he was being a complete shit?

God. Maybe he should just try this. And in the middle of class, while the teacher wasn’t looking, he was able to type a quick text to Veronica.

Im bein an idiot. We’re still datin

And when his phone vibrated it was a selection of happy emoticons. He slipped the phone back into his bag, glancing around the room to see if anyone noticed. No one had, and even then his eyes landed on Jughead who sat in the row behind him on the other side of the room. The other boy was doing his own work, attentive to nothing and no one else. Even some other people in the classroom were looking around at each other, dreamily staring at the person in front of them or discreetly trying to text or write notes.

But Archie just looked at Jughead, some memories of primary school resurfacing when they’d been friends for a brief time. Maybe it had only been for a year, or even weeks, Archie couldn’t remember. He’d liked him back then... why hadn’t they stayed friends?

“Mr Andrews,” Miss Haggly did not sound pleased, at all, quite the opposite.

Archie’s head snapped back to the front, and he could feel himself burning. Oh god, hopefully no one noticed him staring at Jughead. And why pick on him? A bunch of other people were being just as restless.

Miss Haggly stared him down “Perhaps you’d like to give us the answer!?”

Not particularly, he thought, but he knew that was a rhetorical question. What was the actual question, wait, what?

--

“Detention!” Archie exclaimed, as he and Reggie hung around the lockers, “And for what!?”

“That’s tough man,” Reggie said, “really unfair of her. But you weren’t looking to the front or at your work, so I guess that’s why...”

Archie huffed, watching as Jughead walked by, getting the sniff of burgers. He almost wanted to blame him, but it’s not like it was Jughead’s fault Archie was looking over at him.

“Archiekins!” Veronica came running over and planted a kiss on his cheek, “I heard about the detention that is completely unfair!”

“Tell me about it,” Archie said dully.

“You’ll need to cancel your party, Reggie,” Veronica said firmly, “if Archie can’t be there, then we shouldn’t throw it.”

“Whoa, hang on a moment, no way-,” Reggie said.

And Veronica was going to argue back but Archie butted in, “Reggie’s right. Party’s still on, I’ll swing by after,” as long as detention didn’t go for too long, Archie thought glumly.

Veronica grabbed on so tightly to his arm, it was like she never planned on letting him go.

--

“Hey Jug,” the fact that Kevin’s locker was close to Jughead’s always made it easier for the guy to randomly start up conversation.

Usually about thing Jughead didn’t care too much about.

“You been in the bathrooms lately?” Kevin asked.

Weird question, but his point was made. “No?”

“Well when you do, go to the end stall, read the wall, alright?” Kevin was unusually giddy.

The wall?? But Kevin walked off before Jughead could figure out what he meant by that. Why were people always so cryptic? What was hard about saying it straight?

There was only one thing to do, so Jughead went to the bathroom.

At the beginning of a break was always the best time to go to the bathroom, as usually people piled in on the end half, and others sometimes didn’t go to the bathroom during school at all.

Nervous bladders, perhaps.

Jughead went to the end stall, as Kevin suggested, and locked the door, taking a seat on the toilet. He read through the wall like Kevin suggested, but there was nothing interesting. Stupid pictures, dumb words and—

jughead jones is a fugly emo

Well that’s cruel and unnecessary, but it’s not like Kevin would tell him to go into the stall just to read that.

Leave Jug alone!! Ass!! Was written underneath that, and he gave a small smile. That was Kevin’s handwriting, he was sure. Then—

JUGHEADS P CUTE ACTUALLY

What? P what? Jughead snorted. He didn’t know who’d written that, but that was a nice sentiment he supposed. If only Kevin hadn’t written something after that too...

Ohh my godd~~ ask him out!!

“Damn it, Kevin,” Jughead grumbled to himself, he doesn’t want to date anyone. That’s just stupid. Still, it seemed unlikely whoever this was would even ask him out, so he may as well forget about it. Suppose it was good to know somebody thought he was cute, and Jughead gave one last read of that line before heading out of the stall and bumping right into Archie Andrews.

“Oh, hey!” Archie said, “Fancy seeing you here!”

The look on Archie’s face suggested he’d regrated saying that as soon as it came out of his mouth so Jughead decided to let it slide.

He better wash his hands though, so it doesn’t look like he came out of the stall and was being unhygienic and gross.

“Sucks about detention, PFG,” Jughead said, “Miss Haggly’s probably just having a bad day.”

“PFG?” Archie asked.

Huh, weird... Jughead turned the tap off and dried his hands on his pants. “PFG? That’s what everyone calls you when they talk to me, so I’d have thought...”

“No, I’ve never heard that,” Archie said, looking particularly frown-y. “What’s it stand for?”

“Uh... Popular Football God,” Jughead said, headed for the door, “See you around, Andrews.” And he got out while he still could. Man, that was weird, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even said a word to Archie Andrews. Now he’d spoken to him twice today.

So damn weird.

--

“Yeah, you too Jug,” Archie said to Jughead when he’d left, but he doubt the other boy heard. He’d rather Jughead called him PFG than Andrews, but there it was. Last name usage. And PFG!? Really? He wasn’t some popular...

Okay maybe a little.

And football...

Okay, yeah, he played that, but God!? He wasn’t some Zeus, really.

Worst nickname ever. Maybe he could sue whoever came up with it. But right now, all Archie wanted to do was check the bathroom stall, to see a new addition after what he’d written.

Ask Jughead out? No way, the guy was... well, it was hard to ask him out. Who knew what interest he held outside of food and computers? Besides, Archie was dating Veronica, he wasn’t about to play two people at once.

Could he?

No, no, no. Archie Andrews was a decent person, anything but that.

Then he remembered Jughead had been in this stall just moments ago. Oh god, he’d seen the comment. Oh crap. Archie felt himself burning up, even though nobody was around. Maybe Jughead had recognised his writing? But if he had, wouldn’t he have said something?

He couldn’t think straight.

“Breathe, Andrews,” Archie said to himself, then wrote something in reply.

--

Jughead had been unusually hungry that day. Well... hungrier than usual. Which is to say, awfully hungry.

He grabbed a burger out of his locker which he could inconspicuously eat during class. He’d done it before, and he knew he’d have to be careful, but it wasn’t a huge issue.

Jughead sat at the back, the burger under his things, munching on the food. It was the last class of the day and he was looking forward to getting out of there. Headed to Pop’s.

He heard his classmates whispering something about a party. Typical, he hadn’t been invited. Not that he’d go anyway, but it was always nice to at least get an invitation.

He’d forgotten about Miss Haggly’s awful mood, and it was just his luck he had her for the last class. And just his luck that Moose bumped into his table and sent his things flying, including his burger.

Of course, Moose should have gotten in trouble, but since it was Jug’s burger... well...

Long story short, he’d found himself in detention. Even worse: it was an afterschool clean-up detention.

With Archie Andrews.