#i will get back to timeloop i swear as well

[clockworkcheetah]

i really should be focusing on all my current wips

but hnnngghhh thinking of the project!amanda au

[indestructibleheart]

Thank you for the tag, @kiwiana-writes and @hippolotamus! @cha-melodius also tagged me in her "first sentences of 2024" post, and... well, this little snippet qualifies for that too!

I am hoping to have this done over the weekend, but for now... Have a snippet of my Doctor Who Festive Special AU, featuring Pez as a Timelord and a NYE timeloop in Paris:

June, Nora, and Bea widen their triangle to make room, and the five of them make a tight circle in the crowd of strangers. The formation happens naturally: Nora to the left of Alex, Henry to his right, then June, with Bea squeezed between her and Nora. Henry clearly has no idea what to do with his limbs, though, so Alex gets his hands on his hips to gently guide their rhythm.  Seeing this, Bea whoops, and Alex enjoys watching the blood rush to Henry's cheeks more than he did earlier. "All in the hips, sweetheart," he says, just to watch Henry's blush deepen. And the DJ must have one hell of a megamix because Alex swears they get through banger after banger—at least fifty different songs—before the countdown starts. It should only be, like, twenty minutes, but time feels syrupy as the whole crowd moves together under the stars. It's the kind of fun Alex was looking for tonight. It's more than he'd hoped for, actually, as Henry loosens up beneath his hands. He's goddamn beautiful in the flashing, colorful lights, and Alex never, not in a million years, expected this. Eventually, Nora's back ends up against his as their little circle narrows, and Henry's hips get closer until they're practically flush with Alex's. A gentle touch in a storm, Henry's hands rest lightly against his chest.  The scratch of the record indicating the start of the countdown makes Alex jump, but then the five of them huddle together to count backwards from ten. Alex realizes they're sectioned off again, too: the girls back in a triangle formation, and Henry's blue eyes staring into his.  When they get to 'four,' Alex moves to wrap his arm around Henry's neck. "Three!" Henry moves his arms around Alex's waist. "Two!" Alex rolls up onto the balls of his feet, closing some of the gap between his lips and Henry's— —but, instead of fireworks lighting up the sky, the night goes completely black.  The music is replaced by a persistent banging, and Alex's head is suddenly throbbing. "Alejandro! Get your ass out of bed." Nora calls between knocks. "If you're not downstairs in two minutes, we're going to the patisserie without you." Grumbling from under the sheets, Alex blindly reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check the time:  9:01 A.M., December 31st "Fuck, okay, I'm up."

Tagging some lovelies under the cut (in alphabetical order lol), even though it's only Wednesday for another 30 minutes here. If you have not been tagged and you want to be, consider this your tag!

@blackandwhiteandrose, @cha-melodius, @cricketnationrise, @duchessedepolignac, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @inexplicablymine, @jettestar, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @missgeevious, @myheartalivewrites, @nontoxic-writes, @notspecialbabe, @priincebutt, @rmd-writes, @rosedavid, @sparklepocalypse, @three-drink-amy, @treluna4, @vanillahigh00, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @ships-to-sail, @stereopticons

[icestar-74]

Shizaya week 2023

Day 2 Timeloop part 2 of 2

"Ah! Fuck!" Shizuo shot up in bed. "I can't do this. I can't do this again." He closed his eyes willing this nightmare to end. "Why is this happening?"

A creaking sound drifted from Izaya's office. He got up and ran to see, praying to whatever God was listening that he wasn't too late, again.

"Izaya!" Shizuo found Izaya on a chair with a noose around his neck "Izaya stop!"

Izaya looked at him with a smile. "Only you can make this stop."

"J-just tell me what to do." Shizuo stammered.

Izaya let out a laugh. "You already know." He then took a step off the chair.

Shizuo raced forward and grabbed him. "No, not this fucking time! I'm not losing you again!" He held Izaya tight. "You're never losing me either."

Suddenly the rope broke and both went to the ground. Shizuo laying on top and still holding on.

"Look, I don't know why this is happening or if this will fix it but I'm never letting you go." Shizuo buried his face into Izaya's chest.

Izaya ran his fingers through Shizuo's hair. "Wake up."

Shizuo shook his head. "No, I don't want to. I don't want to do this again."

"Wake up Shizuo." Izaya spoke louder.

"No!" Shizuo shouted.

"Wake up!" Izaya screamed at him.

Shizuo shot awake again and felt Izaya squirming in his arms. He refused to open his eyes.

"Let go of me before I stab you!" Izaya yelled. "You're crushing me to death!" He pounded on Shizuo's back now.

Shizuo looked then to see he was still truly holding Izaya. "Flea?"

"Who else would it be!?" Izaya grumbled. "Wait, who the fuck are you expecting in bed with you?! I swear I'll kill you if you were dreaming ab-"

Shizuo flipped them over and straddled him. "You're ok." He whispered. He grabbed Izaya's face. "Oh God Izaya." Tears streamed down his face. "You're fucking ok. You're ok."

Izaya starred up at him. "Shizuo? Of course I'm ok. What's wrong with you?"

Shizuo shook his head and pulled Izaya up into his arms. "It doesn't matter. Everything is perfect."

"Ok...." Izaya felt confused. "Do you... wanna talk about it."

Shizuo shook his head again. "The only thing you need to know, is that I'm never letting you out of my life. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I love you so much I would spend my entire lifetime making sure you know it and are safe an-"

"Shut up." Izaya felt his own face heat. "Just stop being so mushy! Can we go to sleep now?"

Shizuo nodded and gave a sniffle. "Only if we can wake up together."

Izaya gave a snort. "Obviously."

After they settled down with Shizuo wrapping himself around him, Izaya took on a soft tone. One he only reserved for Shizuo. "If you want to talk about it, you know I'm right here."

Shizuo pulled him in tighter. "I know. It was just a bad dream. As long as your here in my arms when I wake up, I'll be fine." He kissed the back of Izaya's neck. "I always be fine."

Izaya gave a slight shudder. "Well, I guess getting up early to make breakfast is out of the question."

Shizuo felt a bite of panic. "W-wait."

"Nope. Never again will you get my delicious strawberry pancakes." He sighed dramatically. "It's such a shame, all those strawberries dying for nothing."

Shizuo then pinched Izaya's hip and smiled at Izaya's giggle. "Fucking dick. I love you."

[epicfranb]

In nth life_, every character is going to go through a "deterioration" of sorts, where, as the story goes on and more things happen that point to the fact that it's not real, they become worse versions of themselves, riddled with fears and anxieties. For some characters, this process is gonna get cut off when they die, but the overall "deterioration" is still going to be present. Perhaps that's what's going to lead then to their deaths. I have written a few outlines for "arcs" that characters are gonna go through over the course of the story to act as a general direction to go when writing (IF I'm ever gonna get to that, lol)

Martyn is the first one to realize this is fiction, because he always acts as if he's in a story, but he realizes that it's actually *for real* this time, and not a game. He takes this as a grand finale, and attempts to go out with a bang.

Etho feels as though everything is repeating, like he's in a timeloop. He's not actually, but he sees patterns in everything that is happening with the previous seasons, and he's anxious about certain events repeating, so he tries to avoid them. They don't happen, but he's in constant anticipation of them, which exhausts him.

Pearl finds herself in brain fog more and more, feels like she's sleepwalking and not quite controlling her body. This comes in bursts, and she doesn't even realize when it happens until she looks back on things she's done and struggles to remember what she did or why.

BigB gets visions of the past, which with time blur his vision. He struggles to tell people apart, and soon he doesn't know who is who at all. He's convinced he sees the future, but sometimes he also sees the past, and he doesn't see the present at all. He can't coherently explain what he even sees.

Scar also always acts as though he's in a story. His life is a narrative; which means that, as long as he does things that are interesting and worthwhile to witness, he remains alive. Of course this also means that the climax will be him dying. He's prepared for that. Or is he?

Cleo is scared. She's always scared, she's used to it, she has her ways to cope with it. But she's helpless in the face of the narrative.

Joel swears he won't get attached this time, he won't be so reckless this time, he won't commit the same mistakes this time. But he does it again. He refuses to accept that his thoughts, words and actions weren't his this entire time. That he's not real. This compete lack of control breaks him and he breaks all his promises once again.

Bdubs just wants to put up a good show. For his playmates, as well as for anyone who might be watching.

Grian is in denial about being someone else's puppet. He tries to break free. To do unexpected things. To break the rules. Everything comes back around in the end. This is just a story, after all.

That's not everyone, of course. This leaves Ren, Scott, Jimmy, Impulse and Skizz. These individual storylines will also obviously be impacted by these people's relationships with other characters and teams, as well as the world around them. Their minds break down the lower they descend, the closer they are too the void, and consequently the end of the story. I have not decided who are going to be the last surviving group, how they're gonna act, or how it's gonna actually look when they do reach the void, and how they're going to "survive" it. I.e. i don't actually know how I would end this story. Maybe it's not at important as the journey :P

[shinkaishoujo103]

12 + 25 for saint spells mc 6 + 4 for izumi 2 for luca

have fun :3

(ask game here!)

hey everyone this is your daily reminder to download saint spell and play lucas route and maybe even bugbears route too for me pretty please please please plea(is dragged away) (/nf)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

hahahaHAHAHA i see what youre doing neo. i see what youre doing./lh

my number 1 hc for mc is and will always be that theyre the fucking star in lucas fairytale period. reincarnation or smth happened idfk luca said it himself; the star came back as a new person, without remembering their past life. lets ignore how the star exclusively uses she/her pronouns (while mc can have any; but hey the change of pronouns can be a reincarnation thing) and just. and just look at some of the text through the lenses of this headcanon well IT MAKES SOOOO MUCH FUCKING SENSE. PLEASEYOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND (not directed at you neo you're the only one who understands me)

anyways toxic doomed love triangle you agree--(is dragged away again)

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

honestly at first i didnt think much of mc i mean they kinda were your average self insert mc so like. didnt immediately think of them as their own character and immediately got into the "theyre supposed to be me" mindset. but now? (quick glances at my fic) (evil smile) theyre my new favorite thing to torture....hehehehehe......ONE MILLION TIMELOOPS ATTACK!!!!!!! DOOMS YOU TO YOUR DUTY FROM YOUR PAST LIFE SO YOU MAKE YOURSELF GO THROUGH AN INFINITE TIMELOOP TO SAVE A GUY WHO SACRIFICED HIS OWN LIFE TO SAVE YOU AND ITS ALL FOR LOVE!!!!!! anyways. im normal. (no)

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

...this question? for sena? are you serious neo. neo when i get you nEO I SWEAR IM GONNA GET YOU--/lh

anyways. mmmmmmmmmmmm

does having him in my head counts/j

ok more seriously...idfk tbh i refuse to see myself similar to him in any way whatsoever but i guess we're both stupid perfectionists. or smth. whatever/lh

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

oh...i swear i probably already thought about this but i fucking forgot. mh. you know what. saint spell and throw leo in there too so i can one million timeloops attack them. hey what if sena as luca and leo as mc au--(i am knocked out) WAIT OR EVEN VICE VERSA BOTH ARE SO GOOD THEY FIT BOTH ROLES. METHINKS

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

CLAPS MY HANDS AND JUMPS AROUND YAYAYAYAYYA

ohhhhh i dont know actually i absolutely love everything about his character and story its all so good......he was made for the angst lovers and its me im angst lover. me when my guys are doomed or whatever

its juuuust the way he recognizes he was a selfish and bad person alive and the way he was ready to sacrifice everything when the star died including giving away his own life and the way that doomed him to become a monster and not being able to have any control over it and doomed to simply disappear. forever. after his death. and maybe even be forgotten. but the way he DIDNT IMMEDIATELY DISAPPEAR AND A SLIVER OF HIS SOUL REMAINED FOR A BIT AND HE GOT TO MEET MC AND SPEND SOME LAST HAPPY MOMENTS WITH THEM AND!!!!!! and then theres our au. oughaughagh takes one million damages per second

...but or else hes also very handsome. anyways--

[spacedykez]

ask game: 1, 8, 12, 13, 19, 25, 37, 41, 50, 59 and 79!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike? oh i daydream a ton. i usually only write things if i have been thinking about them for like HOURS and they have played themselves out in my head. and even when i get inspiration to write RIGHT NOW it's very very rarely on a New Idea, it's a thing i've been thinking about for weeks. also that's how i get through my day. i escape boredom by going "okay but what if [x]"

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip. not a snippet, okay. hm. Well, Branzy fucking dies. Again. Dw about it.

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them? god i wish. when i say outline i mean one of two things. either i've got a bullet point list of chapters that i will never actually write or i've got [placeholders] in between scenes i've written. if i outline the thing then it just doesn't flow as naturally, and besides half the time i think of a cooler idea while i'm writing.

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently? Oh, definitely. Anything by TheFatRat, specifically Rule The World and Hiding In The Blue, and then Plagues, Something Wicked This Way Comes. my playlist the last few days that i've been looping is No Friends, switchblade, Fear And Delight, mr loverman, do it all the time, last of the real ones, and partners in crime.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters? Tbh? Really like fanfic. I don't think i'd ever write something original just because I really really love the characters already being known to my audience & having content to listen to/read to get characterization right and stay consistent.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)? I know this wasn't the question, but i DESPISE editing. just feel the need to say that. anyways, i love adding- i don't know what to call it. Detail? Comparison? It's not metaphor/simile, it's not exactly description, and it's not symbolism. here's what it is i don't know what to call it:

"the white of Branzy’s shirt buttons, styled into tiny clubs (the symbol of reckless youth, like their wild love and the passion that came with it)"

"one heart less than he had been before (and one heart in his chest that he would never fully get back)"

"Clown swallowed down the taste of salt, an emotional mask joining his physical one in a doomed attempt to maintain his deadly exterior."

Like- what is that?! I know it's SOMETHING and i swear it's gotta have a name. Right? That's gotta be a thing that I'm forgetting.

It's just adding those little bits. That's my favorite part. I love coming up with those sort of things.

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write? Uh- If it was too hard it never got written/posted so. Honestly, probably the fic I'm working on right now. Not the timeloop one. It's a hurt/comfort sickfic but I'm struggling to write the comfort part because I don't want them to kiss but it doesn't make a lot of sense to not have them kiss. I'd just say not one fic in specific but really having a hard time with writing kissing. Any allos reading this /gen was the kiss I wrote in My Life In Your Hands decent at all.

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written? okay i know this is character but i'd say there are three types: slightly-maybe-evil smug gremlin (mbm!pearl, vampire!scott), anxious wreck with dry, sarcastic internal monologue aka Self Projection Central (o!scott, branzy), and cocky villains. I just love villains in general so much they're so fun to write.

50. How would you describe your writing style? a mashup of the fantasy books i read when i was younger with a ton of little quirks and things i've picked up from reading other fanfic. to be Completely Honest juno was definitely one of them. this is why i freaked out when xe interacted with me cause it's like your celebrity idol interacting with you. yeah no ngl juno was like basically my idol for a while.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them? oh. heh heh. nervous laughter. well yes actually. i am in hermitgao3ng but i havent WRITTEN anything and i'm getting very embarrassed about that. nervous. and then there's the Writer's Block Bingo which you've probably noticed me doing. it's both stressful and good for me. because it's given me good prompt ideas but also it's a lot of writing. despite them Literally Saying you do not have to write something for every round my idiot brain goes "I NEED TO WRITE THESE OR I WILL BE KILLED." don't worry it's good for me really cause it's a deadline that other people are expecting from me (nobody's expecting anything from me but don't tell my brain that or the rsd-fuelled motivation streak i'm on will die). it's getting me to write though. and i really need to do that hermitgao3ng fic-

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? -write what YOU want to write. you wanna write fifteen fics with the same trope and the same pairing? you go for it. literally do what you want. -find a friend. not a writing friend. no. i mean find one (1) friend (or more!) that will scream about your writing to you. your fic will not get the attention it deserves on tumblr no matter how good it is (cough REBLOG FICS cough) and looking at hits on ao3 will only ever discourage you so find somebody that'll scream about your writing and write for yourself and them. i promise it works (nix and juke i love you so much /p). -don't compare yourself to popular writers (phrases to staple to my forehead i am guilty of this). i assure you you Do Not get popular overnight. it Does Not Happen. they have 100% had way more experience than you. on that note: -learn from other writers. the best way to be a better writer is read! read and take note- how do they do [x]? how do they do [y]? that's how i got myself writing more description. that's how my dialogue went from:

"Mumbo!" Grian screamed. to

"Mumbo!" Grian screamed, dashing up to the edge of the cliff and staring down into the dark forest in despair. He couldn't lose his best friend, the man who'd been his closest companion for years through all their hardships and joys.

that wasn't a fic snippet btw lol /gen just picked a bit of dialogue to expand on. look at that right there. look at what i did and see "okay, so how do i apply this to my writing?" that's how i got here. -writing is a skill just like art (reblogfuckingFICS-). you will not be amazing right away. you will reread your past fics and cringe. but do not let that stop you. you need to write the cringe fics to see what works and what doesn't. my old fics are awful. they're a bunch of tropes written absolutely awfully. but i wouldn't be the writer i am today without writing. you've gotta write to get better at writing! so go for it! don't worry about people disliking what you're doing. writing advice tl;dr - write what you want, for yourself, don't be discouraged at failure, watch what the popular writers are doing and see if you can do that, and above all Keep Writing Your Way

[mikkeneko]

Got tagged by @veliseraptor for a writing meme!

How many works do you have on AO3? What’s your total AO3 word count?

193 works over 10 fandoms;  2,591,823 words.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I would count 10 real ones. Dragon Age; Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle; Critical Role; Marvel Cinematic Universe; The Untamed; The Witcher; Cardcaptor Sakura; Fullmetal Alchemist; Gundam Wing; Weiss Kreuz. Some of these pre-date the existence of AO3, and some of them are better off that way.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Villain State of Mind; Cover Up the Sun; Laughing As I Pray; I do solemnly swear; The Morning After.  All Loki fandom fics. Not too surprising as that was the most mainstream fandom I wrote for, and they’ve been around for a while now, lots of time to accumulate stats.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I have a somewhat complex set of criteria for when I respond and how. 

I will respond to all  comments left on works in my current/active fandom except  for: comments consisting entirely of emojis (mainly because I have no idea what to say to that) comments consisting of single words (same) or comments that seem to be about something other than my fic entirely or focus entirely on negativity (i.e., the commentor is using this box as a space to rant about how much they hate a character, the show, or another author/trope.)

I will usually but not always respond to comments on my next-to-last fandom. On older fandoms I will respond only  to especially long or thoughtful comments, or ones that specifically ask a question that I can answer.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

That would have to be Rise From Ash,  the Loki timeloop fic I wrote in MCU. Since it was intended to lead into Avengers, it naturally had a downer ending since we know how Avengers went for Loki; but the story also ended with him having a major mental health break and resolving to kill himself in order to end the timeloop, so, uh, that was pretty unhappy.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I think that the Never Gonna Tell A Lie series has to qualify for this one by default; two fics of the “characters from wildly different series meet in a bar” format, spanning seven different franchises.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Occasionally. I can’t answer in a lot of detail because I make a conscious policy of thinking about these comments as little as possible, so I tend to forget the details. Off the top of my head I know I received a few comments on my MCU fics of people complaining that the fic was nothing more than a Thor-bashing exercise (it wasn’t intended as such, but you can’t control how the audience will receive, I guess.) And then there was the whole infamous “ableist torture porn of a mentally ill man” episode.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I can recall. It may have happened that I just don’t know about.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A fair amount! Sometimes people will leave a comment asking permission to translate. I have always granted it. Sometimes they go through with the translation and sometimes not.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! In Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle I co-wrote a couple fics with @faux-fires which were a lot of fun. (Which... doesn��t seem to be on AO3, huh. But Not Quite Paradise  is still on ff.net.)  And more recently @cerusee and I have been trading scenes back and forth for each other’s stories.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t know if I have just one. Maybe Kurogane/Fai. They really manage to straddle all my favorite ship dynamics.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Both of my WIPs in Critical Role fandom, Molly’s Moving Castle and Fjord Mustang’s YEEHAW! Fun and Pony Ranch,  are at this point probably never going to be finished. Partly because of Characterization Marches On; the characters that I thought they were when I started writing were not the characters they ended up being in canon. But mostly just because I’m no longer really in the fandom. 

Wonder if it’s worth closing out the WIPs on AO3 with final chapters describing how the fic would have ended?

What are your writing strengths?

I can do humor, I can do horror, I can do heartbreak. I can write a complex outline and stick to it, I have a fair amount of discipline and perseverance. People occasionally compliment my character voice, so I’d say that’s decent. I can spin up a plot for just about any situation. I love  adapting canon to AU. My dialogue is pretty punchy and my action sequences are adequate.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m really bad at writing OCs, as I admit to every darn time this comes up. I’ve also recently realized that I have a strong tendency to avoid writing about characters I don’t like, on several fronts.

The first way that manifests is that if there’s a main/good guy character who the fandom likes and I dislike, I will avoid writing about them whenever possible. I don’t do character bashing. (Which means that if I am  writing about a protagonist character, even if they’re being a jerk and the narrative is whacking them for it, that doesn’t mean I hate the character. It just means that the story requires that they get a good whacking, Thor.)

But the second way this manifests is that I will often just... avoid writing about the bad guys, if they’re unpleasant and I dislike them. Which in shorter things is fine! We’re here to read about the characters we like.  But in longer or more plotful things, that means that all of the villain’s bad things happen off screen  if they happen at all, so the audience doesn’t get a chance to really build up anger against them, so their eventual downfall is less satisfying.

I’m also weaker at writing romance than I would like, I’d say. If it’s a story that has a plot, the romance will frequently get shoved in around the corners or at the last minute. If it’s a story that’s supposed to be about romance, the characters will usually sidetrack into having philosophical discussions about moral relativity when they’re supposed to be flirting.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m not sure I understand the question. I don’t think this has ever come up in my fic. I do not speak any other languages fluently enough to have ever tried to write any part of my fics, dialogue or otherwise, in a language other than english. Is this asking my thoughts on other  people doing that? Sure, why not?

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

That would have been Gundam Wing! Gosh, it’s been so long that I barely remember what  that first fic was. But the biggest thing I wrote for that fandom was a ghost story on a space station, which was not very good, objectively, but I look back on it and think it had some seeds of a pretty cool horror/psychological drama going there. 

Was Duo Maxwell really  haunting the space station? Or was Heero Yuy just going mad with grief? Who can say.

Tagging! Well, Lise tagged me, so she’s out. How about... @hollyand-writes (if you have the time to spare,) @curiosity-killed, @thethirdamell, @plotdesigner, and @cerusee ?

[kirkypet]

gods, assassins and timeloops

(Part 3)

Part 4: Déjà vu with added whiplash

Cawwwwww

Sweeney jolted awake. The sky was beginning to lighten, suggesting a sunrise somewhere behind the tall buildings.

Cawww – caw!

Okayyy, this felt awfully fuckin’ familiar.

He’d been dreaming that – he’d been driving to go and kill Laura Moon. He’d woke up before he got there, of course. Because of this feckin’ bird.

Wait

He looked at the bird. The bird looked at him.

Cawww?

Sweeney pinched the bridge of his nose. Fuck, how much had he had last night? What had he had last night?

“Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

He drove off without waiting for directions.

*

Cawwwwww

Sweeney jolted awake. The sky was beginning to lighten, suggesting a sunrise somewhere behind the tall buildings.

He shivered and no wonder. Because this was no fuckin’ dream and every little bit of him knew it, down to the very hair follicles because the hair on the backs of his arms were standing on end like he was a cat at a kids’ party. There was something strange going on.

Well, he might as well see how far he could get before it happened again. Sweeney fired up the ignition and moved off, paying no heed to the bird that was furiously trying to get his attention.

*

Cawwwwww

Sweeney jolted awake. The sky was beginning to lighten, suggesting a sunrise somewhere behind the tall buildings.

Yeah yeah

The tyres left their mark on the road as he sped off. He dodged pedestrians, took shortcuts to avoid traffic snarl-ups, even managed to take that corner without even slightly cleaning the motorbike parked there.

So close

*

Cawwwwww

Sweeney jolted awake. The sky was beginning to lighten, suggesting a sunrise somewhere behind the tall buildings.

FUCK

He startled the bird by headbutting the car horn.

Right, I swear by Bran if I don’t get there by the time this shit resets, I’ll just sit in the car and listen to the fuckin’ bird squawking til the sun sets.

The world outside was a blur. He didn’t know if that was police sirens he could hear or just himself breaking the sound barrier.

Right, fuck it, here we are. Now, what the fuck’s happening? Catching his breath he could hear a sound from above, like someone rolling a hundred pound sack of potatoes down a fire escape. Sweeney stepped back and looked up, just in time to see an arm flop limply over the edge of the metal platform.

*

Cawwwwww

The sound was more of a memory scrubbed into his brain because he was already around the corner and half a block away before he knew he was awake.

Sweeney really hoped this wouldn’t keep happening. His nerves were shot.

He pulled up the car with a sizzle of tyre rubber and nearly ploughed into the woman who dropped the short distance from the fire escape ladder.

“Asshole!” she yelled, leaping out of the way. Then she stared at him. “Garbage Guy?”

Sweeney stared back as the arse dropped out of his world.

Oh fuck no.

NOW ON AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33459364/chapters/83121931

[jasontoddiefor]

Thanks to the wholesome gang [Part 1/?]

Destruction leads to rebuild, for a title. For ship... uhh platonic or pre-slash obikin

Summary: The aftermath of Zygerria isn’t pretty, not for anybody. They drag each other to the med bay and to bed and fall asleep crying for all the pain they kept inside and somehow, inbetween that fragile peace, the darkness loses

Okay, an actually sensible one because I have emotional range (I swear), Anidala, It's Gonna Hurt Like Hell (But We're Gonna Be Well)

Summary: “So we’re going to do? Get married?” Anakin asked. Padmé thought back to the past days, all the times they had almost died, Anakin’s missing hand- It was just going to get worse from here on, they were going to war. Or: Missing scene before the Anidala wedding

looking back to the end and obikin

Summary: “How many more times?” Obi-Wan asked, exhaustion written all over him. He thought back to the many Mustafars, the times neither made it, again and again and again. “I’m sorry,” Anakin, still his Padawan, not yet a Knight, replied. And then the elevator doors opened. Timeloop!

"so we say so we know" and obikin

Summary: Rumors had a way of following Anakin - it was just a natural coonsequence of being a visibly disabled guy. He just really didn’t expect people to think he was sleeping with his professor thank-you-very-much.

not that fragile + anidala

Summary: “I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day!” Or: Five times Anakin Skywalker saw his wife doing something badass and one time he tried to save her. 

[countesskittymeow]

Itsssssss Loki time!

Marvel better change their logo to green and gold because it is on 🔥🔥🔥

Awwww... Baby lady loki. Can i steal her and hide her away? Wait her hair went from black to gold. Sylvie has been on the run for centuries! Also why did no one stop her when she grabbed the temp-pad

Ohhhh I bet the timekeepers killed c-20 to keep everyone else from finding out whatever it was that sylvie showed her. Which im guessing probably had something to do with c-20 being a variant herself. Maybe Sylvie opened her eyes to the truth and the subsequent brain scrambling. Nope. The decline was not steeper. Ya'all killed her to keep your dirty little secrets

Come on Loki. Show her you've still got the functional temp-pad. Come onnnnn be the clever trickster I know you are

The ends of a thousand worlds... Ohhhh that gave me chills. And mega Doctor Who vibes... I'm a big sucker for that if you couldn't tell. Now i kinda want a crossover where she meets the 13th Doctor. Can someone write that please?

Awwww, big brother Loki energy ❤️❤️ wait.... What? It was the TVA??? Nooooo

Annnnnd they're back to bickering again. Lol

Also, Sif and the hair prank. Never thought we'd get to see that.

Mobius threw him in a timeloop? 🤣🤣🤣

Rotflmao, it going to take a few dozen cycles before you figure out how to escape Loki.

Titans? Ohhh was it that in some timeline Thanos might have had the inclination to be good and the TVA killed that one off? The possibilities

Sif noooooo. He apologized. You should have asked him to fix your hair instead. And then you could both have been badass friends... Until the TVA came and destroyed your timeline.

Ohhh Mobius is lying to the God of lies. Poking at Loki's weak point. And poor Loki looks so heartbroken.

Okay okay hang on, I bet b-15 is remembering her past now.

And I bet Ravonna or whatever her name is knows the truth of what's going on and she's covering for the magic space lizards. Don't trust her Mobius. She's lying to you. Don't trust her!!!

Did Mobius just get friendzoned multiple times in a single scene?

Awwww poor c-15. Please don't tell me she's going to die because she found the truth. Also Mobius be snooping!

Awww, Mobius is trying to be the encouraging friend. Also look! Look! Loki is making friends! He only had to be thrown out of his timeline and have his entire existence called into question for that to happen but we should always acknowledge progress! I'm not saying that he couldn't have made any friends before but like, he needed to be thrown out of the MCU timeline for it to become a reality and I don't mind that all that much.

WHAT?!? Noooooooooo!!! No no no!!! Ravonna you bitch! Noooooooooooo!!!!

Vengeful Loki. I need me a vengeful Loki! Avenge him Loki! Get stabby! Come on! Stab her stab her stab her stab her!

YESSSS! Fucking yes!!!!! You go b-15! Just dont get pruned please. Be Sylvie's Mobius!

Awww, is Loki trying to confess? And being nervous? 🤣

What

The

FUCK?!

Sylvie you fucking idiot! why didn't you stab her or something?!?

More Lokis!!!! I love me all the Lokis! Kid Loki is adorable and so is the weird lizard Loki. But grandpa Loki looks like someone stuck Magneto in a cheap Halloween loki costume 🤣🤣

Alright. So thoughts on the episode.

Loved the soundtracks and the twists and everything and Im really hoping they find Mobius in their weird pruned dimension as well but also... What the fuck? Im just... Excuse the excessive swearing but I just... I can not even... Someone find me a TARDIS! I need to go to next Wednesday right NAO!!!

[mdzs-fic]

Hi! I'm looking for some slightly angsty fics where they confess while having an argument? I tried to look for it by filtering by tags but it seems like it's a bit too precise and detailed, so I wanted to ask you! Love your blog!!

Hiya, no worries, it is harder to find something when you’re looking for more than one criteria!

I went through the confessions tag and picked out the ones that I remember had an argument in, plus some others I could remember:

something by iamZYXs

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji used to be something, but anything more had always been off the table.

Or, Wei Wuxian attends Lan Wangji’s engagement party to someone else.

only one i want - y1bo

wei wuxian is just barely back from the dead, and yet he still keeps trying to set lan wangji up with random women. eventually, lan wangji reaches his limit.

diamonds are wei wuxian's worst enemy - thefaceofno @bahoreal

Lately he’s been expecting Lan Zhan to tell him that he wants something real, something that’s more than just convenience between two people who work in the same office and carpooled before they even started sleeping together because Wuxian’s apartment is just over the road from Lan Zhan’s, more than two people who are seeing each other because the other is close and easy.

Lan Zhan looks up at him. If today is the day – Wuxian isn’t prepared.

“I want to get married.”

Oh.

Well. Lan Zhan’s uncle is always telling him he has to get married, telling him about prospective wives and husbands, but Lan Zhan has denied them all until now. He hasn’t told Wuxian why or how he managed to get his uncle off of his back. Wuxian wants to ask what changed, why Wuxian isn’t enough for him anymore, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed.

“Okay.”

aka the fic where wei wuxian accidentally helps plan his own wedding.

every time we kiss i swear i could fly by @sarah-yyy

If you ask Wei Wuxian about it, he will tell you that he first starts dating Lan Wangji the day of the fundraiser, after Lan Wangji had very grandly and very romantically kissed every single thought out of Wei Wuxian’s head, rendering his knees weak and his heart beating an inhumanly pace.

If you ask Lan Wangji the same question, Lan Wangji will say, a little too softly and a little too sadly, “Wei Ying and I are not dating.”

(Or, the kissing booth fic.)

Also, not a fic per say, but I wrote a timeloop soulmate AU set of headcanons that might fit

[say-lon-i]

Eruriweek2019 Day 7: Timeloop

AO3 link.

Ginger and Honey

“You’re not going to ask why?” Erwin questions; he doesn’t sound angry or hurt, just mildly curious. It’s proof enough that it really, truly is over.

The first few times Levi did ask for an explanation. He’d yelled, he’d thrown things at the far wall out of frustration. It hadn’t changed a thing. It still happened. The day would still more or less go the same way. Erwin would hesitate in approaching the subject of moving out, would apologize innocently, would give him some time to cool off under the pretense of him being late for work. In the evening, if Levi hasn’t bothered to stalk the man into his workplace like some vengeful banshee or interfered in some other way, he would get the call.

He sits at the kitchen table now, takes another sip of his ginger honey tea. It tastes like hot, wet dirt. “You got a good enough answer for me?” He replies with a question of his own. It could be anything; ‘I fell out of love’, ‘I don’t like it that you meddle into my business’, ‘You’re a pushover, grow a spine’, ‘We don’t have enough kinky sex’, all of them perfectly good reasons in themselves. Erwin chooses to remain silent, even glances away. Levi shrugs. He knows. “Thought so.”

Erwin waits for a few minutes; he’s expecting the usual backlash. Levi is always easily incensed after all. When none comes, the man looks hesitant, thick brows pinched together, pushes the scrambled eggs around in his plate with his fork. He’s wearing the watch that Levi had gifted him on his thirtieth birthday. It goes well with his pale blue, crisply ironed shirt and his thinning gold hair.

“I think it would be for the best if I were to stay at a hotel until I find a new place. I’ll only be able to take whatever makes up for my immediate requirements. I can get the rest once my living arrangements are sorted out,” Erwin eventually says. Levi hasn’t made breakfast for himself because he’s known he’d lose his appetite over this exact conversation. He's already wasted perfectly good tea.

“Okay.” He nods, takes another sip. His hands or lips aren’t trembling like they used to. “I can call Gunther and he might be able to help out with the apartment hunting if you want.”

Erwin neither affirms nor says no. Instead, he sighs as if Levi is the one being unreasonable, he apologizes, and then he excuses himself because he’s getting late for work. Erwin by no means is a terrible liar, but they’ve been dating for a long, long time, for years, decades, and Levi isn’t easily fooled by his straight face and his curt manner. His half-eaten eggs morosely sit in the plate in abandonment.

Levi frowns and gets up to clean the table.

They’d met at a frat party in the first year of Uni. Erwin had been chugging beer straight out of a barrel and Levi had been the only one who’d bet on him finishing the whole thing without throwing up.

Erwin had thrown up. Then he’d insisted he give Levi a ride back to his student house before driving his secondhand Ford Fiesta into someone’s rose bushes. As Erwin had been trying to hatch a plan on how they’d apologize for the fuck up, Levi had taken advantage of their alcohol-addled minds and sucked faces with him until he himself had started feeling physically sick at the taste of vomit on the other’s tongue. They’d had sex a week later, and two weeks in, Erwin had asked him out on a date.

At exactly 5:21 pm Levi pulls his phone out of his pocket and waits. There’s a woman behind him waiting to get a chance at examining and comparing pancake mix prices, but he doesn’t mind her tutting.

At 5:22 pm his ringtone echoes around the aisle. It’s some cheesy pop song from some artist Isabel had dragged him to a concert of a couple of years back, though admittedly it hadn't been half bad if he can pretend to like noisy places. He receives the call.

“Levi,” comes Erwin’s uncharacteristically scratchy voice. Is the man on the verge of another breakdown? Is he crying? Did he contract a cold? Levi can never tell.

“Erwin?”

“I’m sorry.” A deep inhale. Levi can hear traffic in the backdrop, a honk, the steady thrum of Erwin’s Mercedes-Benz. He can imagine the wetness in Erwin’s pretty, blue eyes. “I’m so sorry. You don't deserve this. None of this is your fault. It’s not you, it’s me.”

Cliché. “I know.”

“You do, don't you? It’s always me. I don’t understand why.” Erwin sniffs. “I really don’t. We tried so hard, we made it work for five whole years this time despite… despite that. Despite me. We were doing so well, darling, it could have been so good, so why is it still like this?” A muffled thudding noise. Frustration. Erwin possibly hit something, and has now gone silent; Levi counts his breaths. He’s afraid he might start an avalanche if he talks out of turn. “I didn’t want it to end like this. Not after how it’d gone the last time,” Erwin continues eventually. “Do you remember that, Levi? I promised, didn’t I? And yet I just… I couldn’t anymore. I wish I could.”

Levi says nothing, only purses his lips. His throat feels tight even though he knows what is coming, where this is leading to.

“I wish I could give you everything you wanted, everything you deserved. I wish I could make you happy, Levi.”

“I know.”

“I cared for you more than anything in the world. You have to know that.”

Cared. “I know.”

A pause. “Are you not going to get angry like you did that time, darling?” Erwin still doesn’t sound angry; just defeated. His sniffling this time sounds a little wet. “Does it not matter to you what I’m doing? Do you not care?” Of course he does, but Levi doesn’t see the point in having to say something so obvious out loud. The way Erwin sounds is hurting both his ears and his heart. He thinks of hanging up, but can’t physically make himself stick to said thought. He’s the weaker one.

Someone honks loudly on the other end. Erwin swears under his breath, almost makes Levi chuckle; he’s cute even when he’s being all whiny and depressing, Levi thinks. The old lady averts her gaze and pretends to compare prices on the cereal boxes. Erwin sighs deeply.

“Where are you now?” He asks.

“At the supermarket. I'm almost done,” Levi replies. “Why?”

“I want to end things properly this time, Levi. You deserve closure. I owe it to you.” Erwin owed him nothing, in fact. Levi has been the one with the upper hand all this time. “I want us to talk. Can we?”

He’s pleading. Levi could tell him to not talk on the phone while he’s driving. He could tell him that they can talk later when he’s in a better mood, or that they don’t need to talk at all. He could tell Erwin to at least not take the usual route home, not to pass through Trost street, or to take a cab, or the bus so he doesn’t have to drive in this state. Levi knows how it ends. He’s looked into it and memorized it, lived through it several times. He knows where it goes horribly wrong before it ever becomes right. Erwin is his sun, the water to his parched throat. His smile makes Levi’s very existence worth something. Erwin is also impeccable at self-sabotage; this break up is imminent, final, and Levi dreads it with every fibre of his selfish being.

“Okay,” he says, his grip white-knuckled on the phone’s glass body. “We’ll talk. Come home. I’ll wait for you.”

Erwin takes a moment to respond. He sounds relieved, mildly pleased even, probably wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Levi is sure he’s holding the phone close, cradling it as if it’s the most precious, because Levi is doing the same. “Thank you, darling. I’ll see you soon,” Erwin murmurs.

“Okay,” Levi repeats. Erwin is being unfair, and Levi is bad at phone calls, but he’s in so, so deep. “And Erwin? I love you.”

He can almost hear the smile in the man’s voice as Erwin says it back. Then Erwin tells him to drive home safely: Levi doesn’t echo the sentiment.

He’s informed about the accident at 6:03 pm. A kind passerby who’s helped out with the ambulance and impromptu hospital visit calls him from Erwin’s phone, says his was the most recent number in the call log. Levi, despite the past times, still feels dread curling its icy fingers around his heart. By the time he reaches the hospital, it’s already too late. They let him take one last look at that handsome face; there’s a deep gash across one cheek, hints of glass shards being pulled out of the flesh. The doctors say they tried their best, that the blood loss was too much, that some parts hadn’t been where they were supposed to be. The dread slowly ebbs away and gives way to apathy.

He nods, he pays, he thanks the hospital staff for trying or at least pretending to care. A nurse or two are crying outside the room for a complete stranger. Levi doesn’t shed a tear.

Come tomorrow, he’ll be watching Erwin chug beer straight out of a barrel. Come tomorrow, they’ll drive his shitty, old car into someone’s garden and then make out to kingdom come. Come tomorrow, He’ll live another lifetime by Erwin’s side, trying and failing to keep him, and then trying some more anyway. He’s a fool. Erwin exists in a state that’s impossible for him to achieve. Levi will wake up the next morning and see his closely cropped gold hair, gaze into his blue eyes, trace his bile covered lips with a finger and fall for him even deeper.

Levi isn’t sure what triggers it; sometimes he wakes up weeks before the frat party. Other times he has already had a one night stand with Erwin. Once he’d had to wait almost a year and fret over not making the same choices and missing out on his chance of attending the frat party at all. It’s unreliable and shady, how it works, why it happens, but Levi is grateful all the same.

He goes home and pretends to be in mourning to avoid further hassle, to avoid selecting caskets and informing friends and family of his boyfriend’s demise. Dinner that evening is uneventful; Erwin had never been a big fan of pasta, but he’s in no position to complain right now, is he?

The ginger and honey is heavy on his tongue when Levi reclines back in bed and shuts his eyes.

[earth-ambassador-jim]

The Missing Month Chapter 5

Loops 17-18

This is a fanfiction that explores what happened during the first 30 time loops that Jim was in in the episode D'Aja Vu.

Fanfiction - AO3

Trigger Warning: Panic attack.

17.

Jim flung himself forward. His head was no longer pounding but he couldn’t see anything. He hit the ground hard. His teeth clicked together painfully and he tasted blood.

There was no time to worry about that. He had to get away from Gunmar. Jim attempted to get up but his feet were tied. He thrashed desperately only managing to make it worse. His breath was coming in short rapid gasps and he was distantly aware that he was close to passing out.

He made another lunge forward attempting to escape his bonds and his head struck a hard pointed surface. Jim curled into a ball as pain roared through his skull. After it abated a little he looked around to see what he had hit his head on and stilled. That was his dresser. His bed was to his left. He slowly looked down and realized he was tangled in his sheets. He was back in his room! The day had restarted!

Jim stared for a moment longer and then started laughing. It was okay. He was safe from Gunmar. He laughed until his sides hurt. His breath hitched. Draal’s eyes had been so empty. He could hardly recognize him. It was like he was dead. It was hard to breathe. He had felt so small before Gunmar. Helpless. Worthless. He had been ready to give up. His chest was being crushed. He couldn’t breathe but his heart was racing. He clutched at his body and his fingers encountered metal. When had he donned his armor? He tried to remove the amulet but it wouldn’t budge. His blood roared in his ears. It was too hot. He couldn’t breathe. His vision was greying at the edges like it did when Bular nearly choked him. He wondered if he was dying. After everything he’d been through his body was finally just giving out on him. He let out a strangled whimper. He wasn’t ready to die.

Distantly he heard someone talking to him. A familiar voice. Toby.

“…imbo. Please breathe. I’m here now. You’re going to be okay,” He was saying.

Jim grabbed at the hand on his shoulder and his eyes met Toby’s. In the dim red light he saw that his friend’s eyes were wide and teary.

“Hi,” Toby said shakily. “Um…. Ah, Right! Try breathing with me Jim.”

Toby started taking slow breaths. Jim stared at him not comprehending. Toby repeated himself and this time it registered for Jim. He followed along shakily. His throat hurt.

Toby was rubbing the back of Jim’s neck with the hand he wasn’t holding. After a few minutes of slow breathing, Toby started to talk. He wasn’t talking about anything in particular just rambling. It was nice. It reminded Jim of when they would hang out in the park during the summer. It was too hot to move or run around so they would just talk. Vaguely Jim noted that he was no longer tangled up in his blankets.

His heart rate gradually slowed down and his head cleared somewhat, but not entirely. It was still throbbing a bit. Unwilling to let go of Toby’s hand he reached up and prodded at his head with his left. There was a bump. He removed his hand from his head and looked at it.

“Is that blood?” Toby sounded alarmed.

“I think I hit my head on the dresser,” Jim mumbled. His voice was hoarse.

“That’s not good. Let me look.”

Toby tried to tug his hand loose from Jim’s, but Jim tightened his grip. Toby stopped, drew in a shaky breath, and used his free hand instead to tilt Jim’s head forward. He started gently prodding through his hair. Jim hissed when he touched the injury.

“Yeah, that looks bad. I don’t think you need stiches, but we definitely need to get it cleaned up and bandaged.”

He paused, searching Jim’s face.

“Is it okay for me to call Claire over?”

Jim thought for a second then nodded.

“Okay.”

Toby tapped something out on his phone then hit send. After a moment the phone pinged and he glanced down at it.

“She’ll be here soon.” His gaze shifted back to Jim. “Can I hug you?”

Jim nodded and released the hand he was holding. Toby wrapped both arms firmly around him and pulled him close. Jim took a shuddering breath and pressed his face into his friend’s shoulder. The Eclipse Armor disappeared in a flash of red. They stayed like that until there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Can I come in?” Claire called.

“Yep,” Toby responded when Jim nodded.

The door creaked open and Claire’s feet thumped softly against the floor. A moment later Jim felt her kneel down at his side. She hesitated and then joined in the hug.

Jim wasn’t sure how long they sat there, just holding each other and sharing the same air. Around them the room slowly brightened as the sun crept over the horizon.

Easy Peasy…

There was a slight change in air pressure and the alarm abruptly cut off.

Jim pulled back and gave Claire a shocked look.

“Did you just banish my alarm clock to the Shadow Realm?”

Claire looked rather sheepish and attempted to hide the staff.

“Sorry I wasn’t thinking. I swear I just did it on instinct. I can try to get it back…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jim said.

The situation was so absurd that he started laughing. Claire and Toby joined in and for a moment everything felt right. Unfortunately his head injury had to go and ruin that. Jim hissed as it sent a jolt of pain throughout his skull.

“Aaaand I forgot about that,” Toby said. “Are you okay to come down to the kitchen so we can get you cleaned up?”

Jim nodded and immediately regretted it.

“I brought a first aid kit,” Claire said holding it up. “You have no idea how hard it was to sneak downstairs to get that without waking my parents.”

Claire looked so pleased with herself that Jim decided not to mention the very well stocked medical kit that was already in the house. His mom always got lots of freebies whenever she went to conferences.

Jim stood up slowly grimacing when he realized his leg had fallen asleep. He leaned heavily on Toby as he massaged out the pins and needles.

Once they got down stairs Claire had Jim lean over the sink so she could wash the blood out of his hair and clean the wound. After she finished Jim sat down at the table while they debated how best to treat it.

“How about you just bandage it up for now?” Jim suggested.

“I don’t know Jimbo, it looks pretty bad. We should probably drop by the hospital just to be sure. You didn’t get this one doing troll stuff so it should be okay.”

The idea of dealing with the hospital right now, even if he did get to see his mom, sounded really unappealing.

“Head injuries bleed a lot, so it’s probably not as bad as it looks. Anyway it will be gone in a few more hours.”

“What do you mean?” Claire asked a wrinkle forming between her brows.

Jim sighed.

“We’re in a time loop right now. It restarts a little before noon. Unfortunately I’m the only one who remembers it.”

He was expecting Toby to get all excited about it like he usually did. For a moment he looked like he was going to, but then he frowned.

“Does that have something to do with… you know… this morning?” He asked hesitantly as he placed a piece of gauze over Jim’s injury.

Jim grimaced; he didn’t really want to talk about it.

“Yeah. The last loop didn’t end well.”

“Are we in one of those scenarios were everyone dies and you have to keep going back until you fix it?”

Jim blinked. “What? No! I just… I kinda did something stupid last loop.”

He looked away but not before he saw Toby and Claire exchange a glance. He felt Claire’s hands on his head as she gently secured the bandage in place. He sighed.

“I went to Trollmarket…”

Claire and Toby both inhaled sharply.

“I thought with the timeloop in play I might as well see if I could check things out down there. Just a quick look…”

“You went alone didn’t you?” Jim winced at the hurt in Toby’s voice.

“Yeah… If it worked out I figured I could bring you guys next time. I just didn’t want to see anything happen to you guys.”

Jim’s hands clenched on the table.

“I messed up. I got caught and Gunmar made Draal fight me. He… He was just about to use the Decimaar Blade on me before the loop reset.”

Jim’s breathing hitched. Toby sighed and put his arms around him.

“Oh Jimbo, what are we going to do with you?”

“I’m sorry,” Jim whispered.

“I know you are,” Toby said squeezing his shoulder. “Listen… I… I’m not going to ask for a promise, but please… Please! …Make sure you at least talk to us before doing something like this again. I… we can’t lose you Jim.”

Beside him Claire nodded. Were those tears in her eyes?

“I’m sorry,” Jim said again, voice cracking.

The three hugged. Jim’s shoulders started to shake and he felt his friends tighten their grip on him. They were shaking too.

Eventually Toby pulled away and gave him a determined smile.

“Okay! No more Trollhunter business today. We are making popcorn and we’re going to waste the rest of this loop watching dumb movies and filling our bodies with junk.”

“I could make a nice breakfa…”

“No,” Toby cut him off. “You are banished from the kitchen. Shoo.”

Toby waved a hand at him. Jim rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He started to head toward the living room but after a quick assessment of his clothes he decided that it was better for him to go wash up first. He was really sweaty.

A half hour later Blinky and Aaarrrgghh showed up. They didn’t ask any questions. Jim assumed Toby must have filled them in. Toby and Claire emerged out of the kitchen with a plethora of junk food and they all leaned up against Aaarrrgghh as Toby put in Gunrobot: the Original.

The movie was actually cheesier than Jim remembered. The special effects were terrible, the plot questionable at best and the acting super hammy but the familiarity was nice. Jim laughed at Toby and Claire arguing the merits of the series and tried to answer Blinky’s questions as best he could.

Jim yawned as the movie finished and Toby jumped up to put in a new one. This is nice, He thought snuggling into Aaarrrgghh’s mane. Claire adjusted herself against his shoulder and Toby came back and leaned against him. Blinky shifted and carefully patted his hair. Jim smiled as his eyes slipped closed…

18.

Easy peasy, Lemon squeezy…

Jim yawned as he turned off his alarm. He stretched slowly and then reached for his cellphone. It rang a few times before he got an answer.

“Good morning, Sweetie. What’s up?”

“Hi Mom. Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet. I was going to grab a donut from the breakroom. Why?”

Jim grimaced at that.

“I was wondering if I could stop by the hospital so we could eat together.”

His mom took a moment to respond but when she did he could hear the smile in her voice.

“I would love that! I have my break at nine. Would that work?”

“Definitely. And no donuts, okay? I’ll bring breakfast.”

She laughed at that.

“Sure thing kiddo. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

There we go! Jim finally gets a little rest. The poor kid needs it.

The kids are Not alright... but at least they have each other.

Next time... back to hunting Porgon.

[gojaimas]

Chapter 38 Comments

public utility: “This is the Ben/Gwen/Lucy threesome fic that Gojaimas refered to: [insert link here]. Gojaimas, you're a pervy LOL”

Also no, that isn’t the one I was talking about. It was a Ben/Lucy thing, not a threesome thing. And jeez, that fic had a lot of spelling errors. I know it’s just porn, but take a little pride in your work for god’s sake. I mean, I didn’t read it. I mean, it was for research I swear. I mean, oh boy...

Guest: “Reading your responses is as engaging as a new chapter. Creating a fanbase is pretty crucial because it can end up being cancer sometimes but yours seem to be awesome, going beyond just Bwen and you deserve it all. Are your social circles aware of your little E-fame or are you too embarrassed to reveal it to em?”

Thank you! Yeah, I’ve been lucky so far with my small fanbase. I haven’t told anyone I’ve been writing this fanfiction, although I do have one friend who knows I ship Ben and Gwen.

Guest: “Lucy having feelings for Gwen is where I kinda can’t put my finger across. I know Gwen doesn’t know or think much about Lucy’s sexuality since her mind is now haunted by Ben and you even mentioned “she vaguely notices it” in one of those our responses. The issue for me here is, you’ve set up Lucy teasing Ben slowly blooming into becoming the real deal from the start, you took 30 chapters for Gwen to come to terms with her feelings and about 15-20 for them to become best friends in the first place. Lucy and Gwen’s friendship always had the sisterly vibe to it and if there was some sort of sexual tension between them then I could buy it but you did it brilliantly with Ben and Lucy and gave the Bency fandom more exposure which I was waiting forever for while simultaneously topping the game of the Bwen fanbase. The first romantic tease I could sense was when Lucy was lying on Gwen’s shoulder on the beach and she jokingly said something along the lines of “you know, with this sunset, this is actually kind of romantic” which lead Gwen to push her off leaving Lucy giggling in the ground and that gained a giggles from me too but those didn’t seem legitimate to me. I mean girls call each other “babe” all the time, compliment each other’s looks, kiss each other on the cheeks, they even grope breasts in anime often but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re into girls. Lucy being that Friend you can share certain things with and always count on even though they can annoy the hell out of you is what seemed liked the bond Lucy and Gwen had. Her now developing feelings for her out of the blue seems unconvincing”

I think the problem you’re having is you’re seeing Lucy’s teasing of Ben differenly than her teasing of Gwen, and you shouldn’t be. Yes, I know girls compliment each other’s looks and whatnot without necessarily being into girls. That’s why Gwen doesn’t really think anything of it and why I didn’t expect my readers to think anything of it either until I let them hear some of Lucy’s thoughts. But now we’ve already heard Lucy say that just because she’s messing with people doesn’t mean she isn’t also serious. If you can accept that her teasing Ben was her way of expressing her growing feelings for him while concealing how serious she was, why can’t you accept that she was doing the same to Gwen? When you think of it that way, it doesn’t seem so out of the blue. I was hoping for it to be somewhat of a surprise, especially since I didn’t think her liking Ben would be surprising to anyone, but I guess I didn’t do that great a job of it.

Gwen and Lucy definitely have that sisterly, “you can tell me anything,” best friend type of relationship right now, and Lucy finds that very important. She’s actually quite afraid of losing that, which is one of the reasons she’s still keeping her feelings a secret. But just because she cares for her one way doesn’t mean she can’t also care for her another way.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your criticism. I can’t exactly go back and sprinkle in more hints for it now, but I hope my explanation will at least help a little.

Robotic Lizard: “Z U C C” Robotic Lizard: “ing*” Robotic Lizard: “ZUCCing*”

Should this mean something to me? Is this a Mark Zuckerberg joke?

Guest: “The title “I wanted what I saw that day” to me as a reader refers to an update.”

Well then I have some good news for you.

Guest: “Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) (Sube, sube)”

Guest: “It’s intriguing that Gwen is self concisious about her butt considering a certain episode known as “Forge of Creation” in Ultimate Alien. They run into ten 10 year old Ben through a timeloop or something and as you can tell, 10 years old can be hard to handle. Even 15 Ben acknowledges it and asks “did I used to be this obnoxious?” to which Gwen’s “you have no idea”. At one point, he tries to annoy Gwen by pointing out her butt is huge and the context of the way he said it was an insult although I’d take that as a compliment. Cartoon Network would censor the shit out of it if was aired now”

Hahaha, yeah, I’m familiar with that scene. It was a minor inspiration for Gwen having a complex about that.

Guest: “Gojaimas all I gotta say is gozaimasu”

Arigatou!

Guest: “Since they’re supposed to be 14 now and that means on the transition of puberty, you said we should imagine Ben talking with his Yuri lowethal’s voice then does that mean we gotta imagine Gwen having longer hair, a pony tail? Might sound a little pervy with the way I put it but with a more mature body and most importantly, should we imagine her voice associated with Ashley Johnson instead of Meagan Smith? Meagan Smith was a classic but Ashley did great voice work as Gwen in AF and the sequels, she’s still smart but she’s more calm and composed instead of can’t helping herself from getting aggressive because Ben know exactly how to spruk her nerves and Meagan Smith portrayed that perfectly”

Gwen’s hair is a little bit longer now, but not as long as it was in the sequel series and she still keeps it in the same style, not in a ponytail. Her body has matured more by now, and so has Ben’s. And you should be imagining her with her Ashley Johnson voice, which I pointed out by Lucy saying she sounds just like Ellie from The Last of Us. I still love Meagan Smith’s voice and I think it’s perfect for preteen Gwen, but I think Ashley Johnson’s voice is great as well and it fits better for teenage Gwen.

Guest: “Speaking of voice actor, Troy Baker is the real MVP right up there with Nolan North with voicing Joel and them both giving life to the Drake brothers in Uncharted. I mean, hell, his young Joker voice in Arkham Origins and in Asassult of Arkham (The animated suicide squad movie, still better than the live action one) is the closest resemblance I could see to Mark Hamill’s iconic established voice.”

Oh absolutely, those two are real pros. Although my favorite male voice actor is still probably Dee Bradley Baker. His range is incredible and I got to meet him at Blizzcon a few years ago. He’s a really great guy.

Guest: “Everytime Gwen puked or gagged which she normally would when she saw Ben mockingly but this time because she’s in love with him, all I could think about was the ROBLOX death sound. Yeah please pull a bullet in my mouth. OOF”

That’s rough, buddy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f49ELvryhao

Guest: “Man this new few chapter made me feelin’ like waiting for Infinity War. A part of me loves Marvel and a part of me wants to disintegrate them for killing off our favourite characters, this isn’t a spoiler, we all were expecting someone to die while walking in but all good things come to an end.”

> implying superhero deaths are ever permanent

Guest: “This better end well, in quality,which I’m confident it will so far by your writing skill analysis not necessarily in favour of the characters but I can’t help but say if poor Gwen or Lucy ends up in the doghouse, Gojaimas, I’ll have you know that my dad owns Microsoft so he can ban your club penguin account.”

Joke’s on you. I’ve been banned from Club Penguin since 2012.

[linestv]

Top 10 New Shows of 2019

Luckily, 2019 turned out to be a much better year for freshman TV than the year before. Cutting down the list to just 10 was a hard enough task, and that is with me still missing some great stuff that I didn’t manage to finish in time. I had a total of 26 new shows to choose from, which is 24 down from last year. Turns out this list is better than last year’s, so quality over quantity?

10. Perpetual Grace, LTD (Epix)

Perpetual Grace, LTD was given a chance just because it existed on Epix. Get Shorty managed to find itself in the #2 spot of returning shows last year, so it was only natural I should try out some of their new offerings. Good thing Perpetual Grace did not disappoint! Led by a fantastic cast, the story is truly one of the most insane things I’ve seen on TV. Not even necessarily because the story beats are unique, but because the presentation is unlike anything else. Fantastic cinematography and directing gave this it’s very own look, and I loved every second of it. Add some Ben Kingsley giving amazing monologues here and there in his typically psychopathic speech pattern, and you’ve got a winner.

9. Catch-22 (Hulu)

Catch-22 was a real breath of fresh air. It’s not often I’ll try out a show set during a World War, as that is not usually my cup of tea. I went against my instincts with this show though, and I am so glad I did. Catch-22 is not at all your average war show or movie. It has such a different tone to it that I haven’t seen in any similar show. Some really clever writing throughout, and some of that elevated by Kyle Chandler’s incredible performance. It’s a short show to get through, but it’s a great watch. I’d love to see more of these somewhat light-hearted shows set in times and settings you wouldn’t usually see them.

8. Undone (Amazon Prime)

How could you not give Undone a shot? Just one look at its gorgeous animation should be convincing enough that this is worth the small amount of time it asks of you. Rose Salazar turns out to be a great lead, and Bob Odenkirk is as charming as always. The way they play into the story with this unique style of animation is stunning. The story, it’s the type of mindfuck that I absolutely adore. Not only are you traveling through time, experiencing timeloops and entering potentially different universes, you’re doing all that with amazing visuals and performances to boot. It got a surprise renewal for season 2, but I’m not complaining!

7. Doom Patrol (DC Universe)

Doom Patrol might sound all doom and gloomy, but it really is not. In fact, it’s probably the most ridiculous superhero show or movie I have ever seen. And I mean that with all of my possible affection. This show does not seem to give a fuck in all of the best ways. It’s constantly surprising you with whatever weird shit they try to do next, and almost always easily succeeding. Diane Guerrero anchors the whole show with a compelling and believable turn as the personality-changing Crazy Jane, but all the others characters are a total hoot as well. Normally I would argue a show is too long if it’s 15 episodes of roughly 60 minutes, but every minute here was enjoyable.

6. Harley Quinn (DC Universe)

A second animation show to add to the list! Harley Quinn more than earns its spot. As if a show starring Harley Quinn wasn’t amazing enough, it turns out to actually be great on its own as well. Always hilarious and constantly cracking jokes, it’s hard not to enjoy a single second of this show. Kaley Cuoco does a brilliant job at portraying Harley Quinn exclusively through her voice work, and her relationship with Poison Ivy is easily the standout of the show. Enter lots of cameos from all kinds of DC characters too, and you know you’re in for a good time. They also swear a lot. Fuck.

5. Encore! (Disney+)

A reality show?! First a documentary show on last year’s list, and now we’re doing reality! Encore! easily deserves it’s #5 spot. Not often does a show bring you this much joy. I’m a big fan of musicals overall, and seeing these people go back to their high school lives and give an encore performance of one of their high school musicals is just too fun. It brings me tears of happiness. I have cried. Many times. It’s a shame Kristen Bell decided that she didn’t want to show up anymore, because that’s the only thing that could’ve made this better!

4. Why Women Kill (CBS All Access)

Why Women Kill was a total surprise. Sure, I was always gonna watch a Marc Cherry soap show. I’ve never seen more than one episode of Desperate Housewives, thanks to its terrifying length, but that doesn’t mean I have to miss out on his new projects! Glad I decided to not miss out on this. It’s a genuine soapy spectacle that had me rolling as much as it had me tearing up. Ginnifer Goodwin and Lucy Liu’s storylines are a total blast, and while the Kirby’s isn’t quite as good, it doesn’t let down the show in the slightest. Add some really fun production design and an incredible directed finale, and you’ve got a soap for the ages. Also, that intro!

3. The Morning Show (Apple TV+)

Probably my most anticipated show of the year, and while it didn’t quite manage to get to first on my eventual ranking too, third is pretty damn respectable. It’s hard to pass up a show starring both Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Aniston, who are both masters of the ACTING here. It manages to balance its more light-hearted storylines as well as it’s very serious and touching storylines very well. They also made Aniston sing Not While I’m Around, which is as if someone looked into my brain and knew exactly what I would want.

2. The Other Two (Comedy Central)

This show came totally out of nowhere. The Other Two suddenly got these great reviews, and I was like: why the hell not? Turns out to be one of my best impulsive decisions of my TV career. Heléne Yorke gives an astoundingly funny performance was Brooke, and genuinely might end up in my comedy hall of fame if she keeps at it like this. Not just Heléne makes the show though, because the writing of the show is as sharp and funny as anything. Molly Shannon makes for a great supporting role too, so really you can’t go wrong with this show in general. Easily was my favourite of the year until...

1. Watchmen (HBO)

... until Watchmen happened. I’ve already got a soft spot for Damon Lindelof, okay? I’ll admit it. The Leftovers topped my returning shows of 2017 list, with good reason, and now Lindelof returns with Watchmen to once again top a list of mine... with good reason! Watchmen is an incredible miniseries. Twists galore, top tier performances, sharp writing and huge standouts such as A God Walks Into Abar and This Extraordinary Being is probably the best way to summarise the beauty of Watchmen, but no words will truly do it justice. Do yourself a favour and just watch it already.

The top 10:

1. Watchmen (HBO) 2. The Other Two (Comedy Central) 3. The Morning Show (Apple TV+) 4. Why Women Kill (CBS All Access) 5. Encore! (Disney+) 6. Harley Quinn (DC Universe) 7. Doom Patrol (DC Universe) 8. Undone (Amazon Prime) 9. Catch-22 (Hulu) 10. Perpetual Grace, LTD (Epix)

Honorable mentions:

David Makes Man (OWN) Evil (CBS) Unbelievable (Netflix)

My hope and prayers from 2018 came true. 2019 ended up being a fantastic year for TV. Would I have expected most of these shows to make my list when we started? Probably not. It’s always best to be surprised however, and I hope that 2020 will have many surprises in store for me as well. Let’s not alternate between good and bad years, let’s make it all great.

[shima-draws]

The "Right" Way

Authors Notes: Notes: -Asdfghjkl- is the Squip talking to Jeremy ~Asdfghjkl~ is singing ((The tune would be that of the Be More Chill songs: the Squip’s solo and the background chorus))

~~~~~~~~

Jeremy stands just outside Jake’s house, a look of pure determination on his face. He’s figured out a system that -almost- works every time. He thinks he just needs to iron out the last few bugs and pray that God is on his side.

…I thought that LAST time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Now he’s just standing there like a pitiful, lost child.

What he doesn’t realize is his LITERALLY fatal mistake. His very first step. Avoiding the confrontation with… him. I tried to get him to do it the right way the first few times, but he lost all faith in me when I blocked the loser in. Apparently he doesn’t know the term “self-preservation.” I’ll have to fix that.

The last time he fought with Michael, he didn’t rejoin the party. He sat by the door in silence, listening to Michael’s pathetic breakdown. That’s when he decided to try to stop that from happening. On the next loop, he went in, became intoxicated so I wouldn’t interfere (I was getting bored of trying to improve him anyway), and did things differently. Not like it helped; people still keep dying. Michael, Chloe, Brooke, Christine, Jake, Rich, Jenna, even himself a few times. Almost. He rewinds just before he dies. Let’s just hope nothing happens that stops his heart before he even gets the chance to think.

Anyway, I’m bored with just sitting on the sidelines. But moreso I’m bored of living this stupid night over and over again inside his head because he’s too weak to accept death. But if I try to do anything, he’ll just get drunk.

…Looks like it’s time for Plan B.

-Jeremy.-

“What do you want? I thought you were leaving me alone.”

-There’s a right way to do this, to end this night.-

“Oh yeah? What’s that? Locking Michael in the bathroom again?! No way. I swear to God if you try ANYTHING–”

-I won’t. Trust me I want to be finished here just as much as you do. So I’m going to give you my advice. I AM your Squip, after all. It’s my job.-

“…So what’s your advice?”

If I say something extreme first, he will be more likely to listen to the second suggestion.

-Maybe someone NEEDS to die.-

“WHAT?! You’re CRAZY!!”

-No, think about it. It’s a house fire; there are bound to be casualties.-

“Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense… But plenty of people I don’t know die, so…that CAN’T be it!”

-Maybe someone you DO know is just fated to die.-

“‘Fated…to die…?’ But who…? N-no, no! I can’t think this way! I’m not gonna let ANY of my friends die!”

-Maybe you keep failing because you spread yourself too thin. Maybe you should just learn to be okay with failure and death. It seems to be following you anyway.-

“No…that can’t be it… Who could be “fated to die”…?

-I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself. But that’s not all.-

“Oh, GREAT.”

-Don’t worry, it’s easier than playing God and deciding who should die. But it’s just as important, I assure you.-

“O…kay…?”

-You need to stop avoiding the confrontation with Michael.-

“Wh…No! You heard just how upset he gets… I can’t put him through that again…”

-Do you want to watch him die forever?-

“N..no… Of course not… I can’t take that…..”

-Then LISTEN to me. And obey. Or we’ll NEVER get through this.-

…

-Jeremy, I know what’s best for you. Even if you can’t see it sometimes. ~Everything about you is going to be wonderful.~-

“~But I don’t care so much about me…~”

-~Everything about you is going to be so alive!~-

“~But I can’t even save my friends’ lives…~”

-~Jeeeeeeeremyyyyyy, you can’t try to beeeee the hero you wanna beeeeeeeeee…~ So be more chill.-

“…Be more…chill.”

-That’s right. Now let’s get in there.-

Because of the little pep talk, we end up arriving later than usual. Brooke sees us walk in from across the room and eagerly rushes over to meet us like the dog she’s dressed as.

“Jeremy!” she waves and squirms through the crowd, “I was afraid you weren’t coming; did you get my messages??”

That’s new.

-Play it off.-

“Am I late? Didn’t even realize.” Good. He’s listening to me again. Wait… He’s listening to me again? This doesn’t make… Running neurotypical scan… Showing signs of despondence, hopelessness, and despair. Analyzing probable causes… Ah, of course. The last reset. When Michael went blind. That was the closest he’s ever gotten. And he went and kissed the boy, too. They made it over that pit against all odds, but… It wasn’t enough. They took too long, and the entrance became blocked entirely. No one could get out. He watched as all of his friends choked to death, one by one. He held Michael’s face as he desperately tried to keep him from giving up. He called his name until his very last breath–in that timeline, anyway.

That must be what’s broken him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s falling back on me again. This…this is perfect. If he lets me guide him through the party, we may actually be able to make it.

~~~~~~~

Things are going well. Jeremy is doing everything I tell him to. Out of nowhere, he just decides to break off from the group and head to the bathroom.

“This doesn’t feel right. Just…acting like nothing bad is about to happen…”

-It will pass. Eventually, it will pass.-

“How do you–Gwah!”

Jeremy is pulled into the bathroom by Michael. He tries to convince Jeremy that I’m going to ruin his life. Which is ridiculous. My job is to improve his life, not ruin it. By any means necessary.

-You can’t listen to him, Jeremy. I’m the only one who can get us out of this. You’ve tried everything. Give up and let me save us.-

Jeremy stares at the floor, his face as clouded as his vision.

“Get out of my way. You loser…”

After a moment of realization, registering that his “best friend” is mine now, Michael steps to the side. I always feel satisfied when we sever the last link to Jeremy 1.0. I have to take control just to stop Jeremy’s tears from falling and walk us out. I don’t let him stay anywhere near that bathroom.

The rest of the party, he just hangs on the sidelines. Too mentally strained to even try to enjoy himself. It’s not ideal, but I can’t push him too much, or he’ll stop listening to me again. I’ve finally regained his trust; I can’t lose it again. Jeremy watches that Rich kid from across the room. He’s fidgeting on the couch, scratching his head often and muttering to himself. Several people have jokingly asked what was wrong with him, but he dismissed them rather violently. Now he’s pacing around the living room, visibly shaking.

“I still haven’t figured out why he acts like that… I should go ask.”

-If you want to.-

He makes his way to Rich, coming up behind him, and taps his shoulder. Rich nearly jumps out of his skin at the touch. He rounds on Jeremy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Upon closer inspection, his face is pale and panicked, eyes bloodshot and baggy, hair unkempt and shaggy. You’d think he was drinking or smoking, but he hardly smells of alcohol or pot. So what could…?

“I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW REEEEED!!!!!” Rich yells, shaking.

Shit. He’s figured it out. How could his Squip be so idiotic? Sigh… Fine. Looks like he needs to be the one to go. Jeremy tries to soothe him, but there’s no point. He’s lost it.

-Give it up, Jeremy. He’ll be fine.-

Jeremy stops, watching him run around now, out of control. Not long after he flees to the kitchen, screams erupt from within and teens frantically flood from the fire.

-It’s time to go.-

“But Rich is still in there! And I can’t leave Michael behind..!”

-Michael will be fine. He already left.-

“He…he did?”

-Optic nerve blocking.-

“…Right…. But still, what about Rich?!”

-Leave him.-

“Huh…?”

-Hurry up and get out of here or I’ll do it for you.-

As Jeremy stares awestruck, eyes fixed on the growing flames, Jenna and Christine pass him; Christine stops for a moment to grab him by the arm, “What are you waiting for, Jeremy?! Come on!!” She drags him out, abandoning the other Squipped teen.

By the time Jeremy regains his senses, he scans the crowd. Christine and Jenna are safe, obviously, Chloe has buried herself under his arm, Brooke is sitting by the road, crying, and Jake has his hands to the sides of his head, trying to figure out how the hell he would explain this to his parents. The only one missing is–

“Michael… Where’s Michael?!”

-Jeremy, he’s–

“No!! I won’t risk it!”

He’s going to jump again!

-We finally made it out of there! You’re going to throw that away?! You don’t know that he’s still in there!-

“But I don’t know that he’s not!”

I need to say something and quick. Time jumping is the only thing I can’t stop him from doing!

-Jeremy STOP!! Or you’ll NEVER break free of this.-

He stops. Thank God.

“…You’re sure he’s alive?”

If it’ll get him to not reset, -Yes.-

“…I can’t risk it.”

-JEREMY–

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……

Ahem.

Sigh.

Here we go again.

((OH

OH OH OH HOH OHHGH FDKNG OH MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD I’M SC REAMIN I HAVE NO WORDS!!!

For a minute I thought this was the “final” timeline, the one where they actually all make it--and I thought what a fantastic idea it would be if the final timeline is what actually happened in the show! So all of the previous timeloops lead up to everything in the actual musical, that’s genius!!

But aaa wreck my hEART AGA IN JESUS, I’m so glad Jer’s so concerned for Michael even though there’s a chance he made it out~~~ And reading everything from the Squip’s POV was so interesting! Especially for this AU, seeing things from his perspective is so neat! I loved it <33333

AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOW YOU PUT IN SOME OF THE SONG LYRICS? When I read those I started to sing along and gosh. I am dECEA SE D

AND I ALSO LOVE HOW YOU MENTIONED MY FIC WHEN MICHAEL GOES BLIND I JKNSJKNFKGJ THANK YOU??? THAT MADE THE WHOLE THING EVEN BETTER THAN IT ALREADY WAS

I am shook by how amazing this is, I think I need a minute to sit down and breathe omfg

TY for this amazing fic, I have been blessed by the gODS, my plants are thriving, my skin is clear, I have ASCENDED TO THE ASTRAL PLANE))