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ellies-star · 1 year

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something about july. pt 1

pairing. outdoors staff! ellie williams x pool staff f! reader.

synopsis. ellie has been working at this summer camp for the last 5 years, and when she spots you for the first time blowing up pool floats with Dina, she knows she's in trouble. ellie and reader find themselves flirting every chance they get, pulling pranks and having a sweet summer fling. warnings. right now it's just fluff and wholesome, use of y/n, friends to lovers trope but eventual 18+. eventual mention and usage of substances, drunk/high kissing, and makeout woot woot.

an. lol so this is my first time writing a fic in a while. wanted smthn that would make you wanna kick your feet and giggle, so i present to you part one of summer camp ellie and reader <3 p.s. apologies in advance, editing as I go lol.

It's 9:00 am on a Saturday in July, and Ellie pulls up to the campground that's already buzzing with excitement and chatter. Dust flies behind her truck as she drives along the dirt road and gravel through the camp. Window down, the summer breeze and smell of pine fills her car bringing a smile to her lips. Damn I missed this, she thinks.

She immediately recognizes her friends and fellow staff among the small crowd, they work hard to move tables and haul in groceries for this weeks meals, others are organizing gear and supplies for hikes– which she should be doing at this moment.

"You're late Williams!" Ellie looks to her left to find the source of the oh so familiar playful chide. The camp director approaches her car with a grin on her face. She slows down to pull up next to the woman, leaning her left arm out the window.

"Morning Maggie, beautiful start to the week, huh?" She looks at the older woman, salt and pepper hair in a wild bun, navy blue t-shirt with the camp's logo written across the front and back in a faded white. Her busy clipboard propped against her hip cladded in worn-out denim jeans. She embodies camp mom in every single way, and Ellie missed her like no other.

"It would be, if all of my staff got here on time!" She smacks Ellie's arm playfully with her hand. "We got new staff this year, and the boys are already tormenting them!" She turns around to point to Joel and Tommy under the roof of the mess hall on the left. The brothers laughing as they already finish tying one of the new outdoors crew members' shoes to the beam.

Ellie sticks her head out the window to shout to them. "Better hide the ladder once you're done!"

"Don't worry, already on it!" Tommy turns around almost falling off the thing, but shouts back with a grin.

"How could I forget, you're just as bad as they are." Maggie rolls her eyes. Ellie laughs at her response, getting more excited for what's in store. Joel looks passed Tommy, using his hand to shade his eyes.

"Get your ass over here Williams, these boxes ain't gonna move themselves!"

"I'm coming, hold your horses old man!" Ellie shouts back. She shakes her head and diverts her attention back to the lady with places to be.

"Hurry up now, and be nice to the boys! God knows those two won't. See you later chickadee." Maggie pats her car door to send Ellie off, before giving her a wink.

Ellie drives off to park her truck by the pool and other cars shaded beneath the line of ponderosa pine. It's still pretty early, but the sun's hot beams are brutal right now. Stepping out of the truck, she takes off her green flannel and tosses it onto her tattered passenger seat. Seconds after the slam of her truck door, she is greeted by a warm breeze and another friendly face.

"Ellie! You're here!" She turns around to see Dina peering over the wooden pool fence to say hello. Ellie instantly walks to the gate door to meet Dina for a sweaty hug.

"It's good to see ya D!" Ellie laughs squeezing her tight and taking in the smell of her freshly applied sunscreen. She pulls back, and Dina comments like everyone else she’s seen.

"You're like an hour late." Ellie scoffs.

"I know! Don't blame me, blame Florence." Ellie groans pointing to her overheated white 1999 Ford Ranger. Dina rolls her eyes in response, but gets a burst of excitement. She almost forgot what made her so giddy in the first place. She grabs Ellie's shoulders with force and locks eyes. There’s a shift in the air between them with a sense of seriousness. Ellie doesn't know what to think, but stands confused and leaning back slightly. "What is it Dina..."

"Ellie, we got new swim staff."

"I know, I met them at the last meeting?"

"No Ellie, you didn't meet this one." Ellie quirks a brow looking at Dina with a puzzled eye.

"Dina what are you talking about–"

"Ellie she's cute, and gay." Dina emphasizes, cutting her off to nod her chin to hint what's behind her– or more importantly who.

"Again, what are you talking about?" Dina turns around and pulls Ellie to her side to reveal the sight by the other end of the pool.

As a few other new staff members begin to move away from the shed, behold there you are barely out of reach of the pool structures shade, glistening in the sun. Your skin tanned and kissed by freckles, and exposed in your yellow bikini top and denim shorts. Your hair tied up in messy ponytail, loose pieces stick to your back from sunscreen and sweat.

"oh, that's what you're talking about..." Ellie's eyes widen. Dina looks at Ellie and giggles like a school girl.

It's funny, while Ellie gawks at you, you look quite silly bent over struggling to blow up pool floaties alongside Jesse. She can hear you arguing with him over how many blow up balls versus rings you need.

Dina knows what she's doing, and already feels the need to play matchmaker.

Grabbing Ellies hand and giving her a devilish grin, she begins to pull her along the edge of the pool towards the two of you. "Jesse look whose here!" Dina announces giggling.

Ellie's heart quickens, her nerves sinking in. The thing is, she hasn't talked to a pretty gay girl in, let's be honest, a while. And on top of that, she's also an over thinker. So she has indeed already exhausted every encounter or issue that could errupt after talking to you.

"What are you doing?!" Ellie whisper panics trying to pull away without looking too suspicious, Dina just snickers in response as they both now stand in front of the two pool staff attempting to blow up a giant turtle floaty.

You hardly notice the two girls that come up, you are too caught up in your mission to find the other air pump in the ridiculous wooden chest of a mess overflowing with pool toys and goggles.

Jesse looks up before his face falls into a big smile. "Aye you finally made it!" He beams while standing up. Ellie tries to focus on giving him a hug, but all she can think about is who this mysterious girl in a small yellow bikini is.

Your back was to the three of them before you turn around. You briefly scan the over the two girls before locking eyes with the one you've never seen before. You first notice her tank top, Patagonia baggies and dirty blue vans. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tied half up half down, but a few pieces escaped framing her face. Freckles sprayed across her nose and cheeks, and her green eyes never left yours.

Everything about her screamed gay, and hot.

Dina and Jesse watch as the two of you stare blankly at one another, unsure what to say– Ellie is afraid to take a breath from the looks of it, her cheeks are showing the slightest shade of pink.

"Y/N this is Ellie! We grew up going to camp together with Jesse, and now she's been working in outdoors for about 5 years now!" Dina grins after her introduction, nudging Ellie's arm with her elbow to say hello.

But all she could think was holy shit, cute girl cute girl cute girl...

"Uh, hi yeah I'm Ellie, nice to meet you." She sticks her hand out, showing off her right forearm; covered in the most gorgeous tattoo you've ever seen.

"Hi Ellie, i'm Y/N." You smile, shaking her hand– it's a little sweaty which you blame on the heat, but she blames on you. Your eyes flicker back to her arm. "I really like your tattoo! It's really pretty." You beam as you let her hand go.

You're really pretty. She makes a note to herself to never wear a long sleeve around you ever.

"Oh thanks, I got it a few years ago." She replies, unsure of what to add. God why do pretty girls make my brain go dumb?

Just as Dina was about to intervene, Tommy calls for Ellie over the fence. "Ellie, Joel needs your help planning the first 3 day hikes, Mia can't go!" He shouts before walking back towards the outdoors tent.

She turns her head back and shouts that she's coming before turning back to look at you, a small smile forms on her lips. "I gotta go before Joel kills me, but uh– it was nice meeting you."

You offer a smile and a "you too" in return as she heads back towards the pool gate. She looks back one last time and you give a little wave.

Of course this small interaction made her chest flutter, and knees weak. She fought every fibre in her body to not look back at you. As she walked towards the group of boys all she could think to herself was: I'm in trouble for sure.

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zanarkandfayth · 1 month

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Would love to read your answers to questions 3, 9, 13, 17, 18, 26, 29, 31, 32, 50, and, if there's another number (or several) you really wanna answer, please add those too ✨

thank you for the ask!! <33 I wrote you novels in return gjdskglj

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

oooh this one is so hard because I love most of my fics for different reasons, even my older ones (at least the ones on ao3. we ignore the ones left behind on ffnet lmao). hhhh, of completed ones that are posted, imma have to say monsters honestly, because damn did I put some heart into that. but the one I'd probably consider absolute best is the still ongoing, not yet posted 600K+ beast of a fic I usually refer to as "nanofic" that I've been working on since 2019. it won't be everyone's cup of tea, but it just gets so deep into noct's trauma that I inflict on him and his slow recovery from it, more than I've done for any other fic, and I've poured so much blood sweat and tears into that thing, it's kinda everything to me.

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

written, no. been tempted to in the past, but it was too much effort and I already had too many fics for my main fandoms. I have read fandom blind for both harry potter and supernatural in the past though, like lates 2000s into mid 2010s. both were kinda on accident. supernatural in particular is because it kept getting crossed over with MULTIPLE of my fandoms. psych, house md, and criminal minds. so I started reading non-crossover supernatural fics in self-defense gsdklgjdks

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

I mean… this is the first paragraph of one of my fics from my first fandom when I was fifteen. you tell me 😂

"Relena smiled as she sipped her tea and mentally reviewed the day's schedule. 8:00 am- peace talk to the world. 10:00 am- conference with Romefeller. 1:00 pm- try to convince Dorothy to become a pacifist because she was to stupid to understand that Dorothy loved war. Rest of the day- annoy the HELL out of Heero Yuy. Smiling happily again (PLEASE! Her smile is SO annoying), she stood up and was just about to take a step when …. suddenly a freak falling cow killed her!!! =^.^= The gundam boys all burst out of closets around the room and rejoiced."

the biggest change is probably that I actually write well now lmao. and don't character bash. and don't throw author's notes and emoticons in the middle of fics, and have learned to format better, and, and…

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

oh god. let me hide before I answer this. hands down, it's shadows growing. like let me be clear, it's not bad by any means. I'm still fond of it. but I did not have a clear plan when I started writing it, and I really feel like that shows. it was not meant to be a fix-it fic. it was not meant to be a longer fic. it was not meant to be much of anything, tbh. I saw the prompt on the kink meme and the prologue literally started writing itself in my head and I was like "nah idk what I'd do with that" and I scrolled past, but I couldn't focus on reading other prompts and so I went back and just started typing the fic in a reply to the prompt. honestly I figured I'd write whatever I could and then when I left it unfinished, no one would know because I was anon and I had like one fic posted on ao3 for ffxv at the time and I was used to being a complete fandom nobody. the fact that shadows growing got me even somewhat noticed was unexpected and I was not prepared gdjskgjdskl

it definitely affected the fic because once the readers started picking up it made me feel suuuuper stressed and I was so afraid to stray too far from canon because I thought people would hate that??? for some reason??? no there's logic there. I was just overwhelmed. and I do get why people love it, because the whump and the friendship between the boys is really good. but I cannot help but look at it and remember how out of my depth I felt at the time and wish that I had been brave enough to diverge more from canon and smart enough to come up with a better ending. I still suspect there were quite a few people who felt let down by the ending and that's fair honestly. anyways, yeah, it's a good fic and I'm fond of it and most of the attention and the recs it got were in the first couple years of the game being out and I don't begrudge it being my most popular fic, I just. have better ones now I feel like gjsdgjskgsj but maybe not ones as many people would want to read. which is fine with me tbh.

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

the gladio oneshot in my "fayth's daddy issues week" series! (I wrote all those fics so back to back that I can't remember the titles for any of them whoops.) I adore that fic and it got so little attention compared to most of the other fics in that week, or my fics overall tbh. the only one that got even less was the one about iris 🤣 but I don't care much for the iris one either, even though I think it has some stellar banter between the boys and cute/funny prompto/gladio moments. I really love the gladio one though, because it was fun to revisit gladio's pov in a fic and I got to develop a bit of backstory for him that's been evolving into headcanon and there's a good chunk of ignis and gladio friendship that was the precursor to all their friendship in monsters, plus I got to make gladio cry, so. I love it <3

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

characterisation, for sure. it's the one thing I agonise over and actually worry about what readers might think at times, especially as I get further away from having played the game to keep it fresh in my mind. so anyone commenting that it feels right makes me roll around on my bed in glee. the other aspect I equally enjoy is people commenting on the emotions. like, that the ones I wrote the characters having feel real/deep, that it made the reader feel them too, etc. stuff like that. cos the emotions are literally why I write fic lol.

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

I am dumb and am struggling to understand what this question is asking, tbh. is it like, do I write for as many fandoms as I read, or something? because fuck no in that case, haha. the only fandoms I've done major writing for (more than one or two fics) are gundam wing, digimon adventure, final fantasy x, and final fantasy xv. and I've read for something like 100 fandoms, idk. at one point I had a list but I stopped keeping track eventually.

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

well… I didn't really understand the concept of characterisation for fanfic until a little before I started writing for ffx. so uh, it's kinda non-existent in my gdw and digimon fics. but once I actively started trying for it… honestly maybe just yuna from final fantsy x. I had some things featuring her meant to be longer fics that were set during the game (most of my posted stuff is set pre-canon, with no yuna in sight) but I never finished and/or posted them because I always felt shaky on yuna's characterisation. I don't think I've majorly struggled with anyone in ffxv to the point that I've felt too dissatisfied with characterisation to post. but at the same time I'm sure none of them are actually perfectly right xD but they FEEL more or less right to me, which is all I care about.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

noct. I mean. he's my blorbo for a reason xD my beloved, I relate to him so much and the rest of it I just project lololol. I make a point to not actually just write myself as noct, cos I personally ain't about that, but it feels very easy to write him without needing to think too deeply about his thoughts/feelings/reactions most of the time. they feel instinctual to me, even when it's something that would differ from my own thoughts/feelings/reactions if I was in a similar situation.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

YES and the answer to this question is one of the reasons antis/purity culture upsets me so fucking much. it's a personal/sensitive answer though so skip if you don't want to read that xD but. reading rape/sexual abuse & aftermath fics as a teenager is what helped me to understand that, even though there was no outright rape happening, I was still being abused. seeing my favourite characters have the courage to tell someone about their abuse and get help is what encouraged me to tell one of my friends during an AIM conversation late one night when I was sixteen, and she convinced me to tell my therapist at my next appointment, who then told my mom, and yeah let's just say that was a very significant and eventually positive impact (it was a rocky road) on my life. if none of that had happened I genuinely think the CSA would have continued escalating into eventual rape. so thank FUCK for fanfic and I seethe with rage every time some shitfuck anti tries to claim there's no good to be found in such fics. plus in general it just helps with my mental health and I've made plenty of friends through fic over the years, even if they come and go I'm still grateful to have known them for that time, and writing fic is the one thing that gives life any meaning for me, etc. so yeah I'd say at least 99% positive.

and now, I will add a few to answer, because you said I could lmao

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

it is a toss-up between horizon road, an ffx fic featuring a toxic, fucked up relationship between tidus and auron that I still really love, or endless skies, a really self-indulgent digimon fic. they're both old at this point, horizon road I started in 2005, and endless skies was in 2016. horizon road suffers from me having no solid ideas for it beyond the three chapters I wrote, and endless skies is painfully fully outlined, but it was such a hard, research-intensive fic to write for a number of reasons, and now looking at it also just reminds me of an ex-friend who I feel very negative towards (because I talked to them a lot while plotting/writing and they even wrote some of the smut scenes for me, though I've since removed those) and even if I wasn't still deeply entrenched in ffxv, I don't think I could bring myself to ever work on it again :/ which sucks because I did adore it very much.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

…okay, I think anyone who has read shadows growing and then has also read or even looked at my ignoct fics knows that the ignoct is very much present in shadows growing gjdskgjsk as much as I will swear up and down it's platonic, and people certainly can take it that way if they want, like. come on. it's there. at a point, it very much was intentional. BUT. it did start out accidental. the og prompt asked for either gen or OT4 and I don't ship OT4 so I was gonna do gen but noct and ignis kept blurring the lines when I started writing scenes with them gdsjkgdjkl aaaaand actually I didn't start monsters with the intention of it being ignoct either. (the ignoct bits in the first chapter I actually added in a rewrite of that chapter lmao.) nor the tiny little epilogue in heavy is the burden that nudges into hinting at ignoct territory. fuck, even the ignoct in my very first ffxv wasn't meant to be so overt as it was gjdsklgjks there's also tiny hints of it in some of my fayth's daddy issues week fics (not counting the one that's deliberately and stated to be ignoct).

…actually now that I'm writing this I'm realising very little of my ignoct has been deliberately planned at the start 😂 the sequel to shadows growing, grey skies, was planned, at least xD the promptio that shows up towards the end of the fic was an accident though gjsdkgljslk it just. happened??? I didn't even LIKE promptio when I started writing that fic. huh. maybe accidental shipping is just my thing in writing ffxv fics.

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

wanted to answer this one, because, I'm NOT talking in terms of other people here. I don't mean to sound dismissive or ungrateful, because I do appreciate the people who read my fics, it makes me happy, but like. it's not why I write OR post. I'm not "producing content" for people; if someone is unhappy with me for not posting more fics, that's their problem. but in terms of myself… yeah, I do wish I had more to post. not because I feel like I've got some kind of arbitrary quota to meet. like, quite frankly, I have over a million words of fic posted on ao3, and given that I have a single unposted fic that's over 600K alone, I'm positive I have at least 2mil total words written. it's just that I wish I could write more consistently/frequently? I feel like I never write as much as I want to, and I know a lot of it is because of my worsening health, so maybe that's why I just feel so frustrated and dissatisfied with my output, but man, sometimes I look at my number of posted works on ao3 and feel like it's such a low number for how long I've been writing ): both for ffxv specifically and for all my fics total. I know it's silly, but the feeling persists nonetheless.

thank you again for the ask!! I feel happy getting to answer questions and ramble about my fics :D and it was really fun to think about my answers and realise a thing or two haha.

#I assume most people use the auto-hide/click to expand long posts setting on tumblr now #but if you don't then rip your dash I guess #cos I don't wanna stick any of it behind a cut #I didn't mean for it to get so long though #I just cannot help but be wordy gjkdsgs #ask game #my fic

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meat-wentz · 2 years

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the circus was…not popular in the 2000’s?

okay i have to pull out my book of receipts here because let me tell you i think about this so often because in the moment i wasn’t registering how much circus/circus-adjacent imagery i was being exposed to and it was only when i looked back and realized that my 14 year old ass wrote a legitimate attempt at fiction on the doll palace dot com about a girl who gets swept away by a hot demon with side bangs to join, of all things, a circus, did the gates burst open to the flood of 2000’s circus imagery that had been forgotten. so like i’m gonna DUMP like you wouldn’t believe so get ready for a long post.

now first, this is how i define circus-adjacency: magicians, magic, burlesque, anything showy and flashy with a typically large vivacious cast, big teased hair and those small little doll lips with white powdered faces and big blush, grainy filters and red drapes, vegas and casinos and poker for some reason, and you know what fuck it i’m adding pirates in here too.

so let me tell you, first and foremost, the actual CIRCUS was thriving, particularly when you look at cirque du soleil. when you look at their wikipedia page, the 80’s are marked as their start and struggle, the 90’s as their expansion, and 2000-2009 as RAPID GROWTH. you couldn’t watch tv without a cirque du soleil commercial, pop in a dvd without a cirque advertisement, couldn’t drive without seeing a cirque billboard, people were raving about them, they were essentially the new sexier blue man group. now a few things happen in the 2010’s that result in their decline in popularity, they have to close shows due to recession, accidents resulting in death, the tsunami closing their show at tokyo disney, etc. essentially all that plus the cultural attitude is shifting away from the circus, we’re done with that we don’t want it anymore, sorry cirque. but when i say that cirque is probably one of the most popular live shows you can see, i mean it.

now music and movie and television wise, WOW, a lot happening there, let’s take a look:

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1) i want to express so hard that i watched lady marmalade at like 7:00 am and then my ass went to school like it was a moment and no wonder i was struggling with my sexuality it changed me deeply and 2) i’m leaving out britney and fob because i already used them as examples and i’m also leaving out gwen stefani because she and i have beef from this time period but rich girl and whatcha waiting for have these very glamorous dollified pirate and alice in wonderland visuals. now please for the love of god watch the intro to criss angel mindfreak:

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not to mention, british boyband take that released an album called “the circus” and had a whole accompanying circus tour where they rode a giant puppet elephant through the crowd and they performed in a giant red tent and lady gaga opened for them???? which sounds wild enough but then you see something like this and your whole brain collapses:

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now if you think that’s where it stops you’re so damn wrong, because i read approximately 8 or 9 of these damn books:

which revolves around a boy who joins a circus to become a vampire’s apprentice and all sorts of gnarly shit happens to them and everyone is some sort of creature, and that turns into the feature film the vampire’s assistant which inexplicably stars john c reilly, josh hutcherson, salma hayek, willem dafoe, orlando jones, ken watanabe and more.

anyways we have pirates of the caribbean which was huge, but we also have lots of vegas representation for some reason: poker face, 21, ocean’s movies, street magicians, cirque, huge rise in popularity of professional gambling etc. i went to vegas with my friend and her parents in 2008 as a 15 year old and the highlights of our trip were going to circus circus, a penn and teller show, and picking up xxx show girl cards off the ground.

you’ll notice that the primary musicians that are latching onto the circus aesthetic are emo (and emo-adjacent) and mega popular starlets, and with the rise of internet fame culture and paparazzi swarms and the constant constant barrage of an audience that puts you at the top only to pray on your failure so they can watch it live on television, like i think it makes sense for them to adopt this metaphor, as britney so aptly put it “all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus,” to see millions of faces peering at you, throwing popcorn, telling you to get on the trapeze just so they can watch you fall. these are also WIDELY popular mainstream artists with very queer and femme leaning audiences and are consistently not taken seriously while being extremely exploited.

similarly to film at the time too, where you see a lot of romances, a lot of musical theater, a couple horror movies, etc. the magician thing i think is fully an exercise in masculinity but i think that’s a different story.

and i think it’s interesting with lots of 2000’s trends returning that we can already see what’s popping up again, vampires are back (hello iwtv and wwdits), pirates are back (hello ofmd), and even the circus is slowly making it’s way in (the greatest showman which i don’t want to even think about or really include because that was already 5 years ago, but hello guillermo del toro my beloved bringing out nightmare alley, and honestly even a small shout out to the quarry for having scary circus elements).

and like i don’t have a full whole explanation as of yet for why the circus became such a cultural staple, but it’s for certain that it very much was. thank you for coming to my 2000’s circus themed ted talk i’m sorry i did this to you.

#apologies for anyone who read this #idk how to tag this #2000s #ask #anon

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jeffsatursdayss · 1 year

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The Eclipse Ep 1

Yes, I made notes on this, I have done it for quite a few different shows on my first watch but this completely boiled my brain so I need to type it out to make more sense of them. I also don't remember doing it so be prepared for an f-ton of nonsense

I watched this on YouTube so it's gonna be based on the four parts on there, with time stamps cause I need to order my thoughts

Part 1:

1:10 - Suppalo is a cult, I've watched literally on episode and I am utterly convinced of this already

5:02 - Khaotung is literally so hot like man wtf, you literally just finished taking a piss or something what

8:58 - "Catch me if you can" no joke I actually freaking screamed when he said this, and the thigh grab

11:10 - poor Ayan, I don't know who tf that guy is yet by my god I feel sorry for Ayan cause damn ✨trauma✨

12:52 - Khao is really hot, my gremlin brain was going absolutely feral at this point

Part 2:

0:15 - that's the high school from Bad Buddy, I shouldn't have recognised that so easily omg

0:55 - the ✨tension✨ is literally so palpable I could cut it was a knife

1:08 - Akk is definitely in a cult ( can't remember this part but probably accurate)

1:20 - EXCUSE ME!!! "You punch me once. I kiss you once." You confidently gay mother fricker Ayan are you trying to kill Akk and everyone else???

2:32 - Khao is such a good actor holy shit

3:35 - definitely a cult

4:15 - head teacher is scary af

7:00 - Pinkie knows something, I'm not sure what but she knows, and I know she knows

Part 3:

2:15 - Kan (I think that's his name?) gay panicking over Thua ( if I get names wrong I'm sorry but I know who I'm on about) is so hilarious and I'm so here for it

4:13 / 4:30 - Akk is 100% brainwashed oh my lord

5:15 - bro is not subtle ( also don't know who this is about, but applies to literally all the characters so far)

6:10 - how is Akks room so organized, the hell?? Is it something to do with the creepy cult? It probably is isn't it... Damnit

6:30 - oh Akks gay panicking, good for him (don't blame him Khao/Ayan is freaking hot)

8:40 - Kan and Thua being gay again, except now Kans deflecting with heterosexuality, wonderful

Part 4:

0:20 - god those 3 are so freaking weird, is this potentially a secondary cult?? If so I don't want it

1:25 - this place is definitely a cult, nothing is changing my mind about that now

3:30 - why does the guy who jumped the cliff look low-key like Earth (MLC) in certain angles???

4:05 - tragic backstories for the win

4:20 - oh Khaos crying, that's not good, baby don't cry

4:47 - seriously who is the dead guy, why is he in a photo from Suppalo, was he like a teacher or something?

5:15 - boys you are so unsubtle it's not even funny anymore, it's bordering on creepy

6:05 - confident gay Ayan/panicking repressed gay Akk, young love, so beautiful

6:40 - that cleaner guy is also creepy af, dude why are you just standing there!!!

7:50 - those 3 are still creepy

8:27 - why is there a hashtag about the school being creepy, what is this?

8:48 - Akk is 100% brainwashed, I've made up my mind

9:03 - Ayan is not ruining your school's reputation honey, you're doing it yourselves by being a freaking CULT!

9:35 - I WAS RIGHT! The guy was a teacher! I still don't know why Ayan knows him or gives a Frick but okay

After Watching:

I know there's a plot, at least I hope there's an f-ing plot, but currently the plot is not plotting in the way it's supposed to be plotting

I literally went through the 5 stages trying to figure out what the Frick is going on

How do I have so many notes from like 45 minutes?? There's something wrong with me, I swear

But!

New hyperfixation here we come I guess?? God I really hope not honestly, I'm still in Not Me and KinnPorsche

#the eclipse #thai bl #thai bl shit post #i genuinely dont know why i made notes #but i dont remember doing it either??#like i watched it the other day and i was looking through my notebook and oh look #notes on the eclipse ep 1 #it was 2 pages long #i dont know how i did this #ayan the eclipse #akk the eclipse

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missorigamimk · 2 years

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'' I don't mind suffering,as long you're next to me''

Warnings ; Fictional, NIjiro Imagine , Blood, Ilnness, Cancer,Fluff,Sexual Content,Consentual, Drama, Fictional Phone Numbers&Email Contacts!!!

1. the START

Good Morning.

You have called Dr. Love Dr. Shuntaro For appointments & therapy sessions; Mon-Friday- 08:00 - 14:00 & 17:00-21:00

Emergency Phone : +8148-837-2222

Contact : [email protected]

Central Tokyo Clinic Office ; info@ctjpnshuntaro

That's the voice mail of his Professional Number...One of the most Known Doctors in Japan.

One of the Best Therapy Doctor in Tumours , Cancer etc

Monday , June 12th 2020

08:16 pm

It was such a chilling morning , the dawn was so beautifull but also cold! The mist was around the atmospere and my bedroom was so wet and not cozy at all. But as i was warm inside my warm bed and pillow i was refusing to get up. But I had to. I had to get up in order to have my medical examinations result.

Three days ago i had a test done because i had something like a little ball inside my right chest and that was excactly was scared of. Cancer. It was small though, but at the same time it freaked out.

I got up in a hurry, i made a hot cup of coffee , having some quick snack , made my hair little messy but cute , i put some light make up and wore almost every wool coat on me. I grabbed my car keys and off the door.

I made it to the Clinic that i was 72 hours before.

It was a little crowded , some patients waiting for their check up, others were crying , i suppose that broke my heart. Bad results sad news .Oh God. I am just 40 years old. !!! I don't wanna die from that damn illness ! Not Yet ! I walked at the Front Desk , like i was already...dead

"Goodmorning"

"Good morning . How can I help you" ?

" I...I am here -- I just had some check ups 3 days ago and i came to give me the results...its for..-

" Yeah, I'llsee your Medical Records here. Are they for X-Rays ?

"yeah..."

"Gimme your name please"

" It's Dion Bone"

She did just 4-5 seconds to find my File from this Data base but seemed to me like a century.

"Ok. Here you are. Let me print this 4 you. I'll need your Insurance Number . OK"

"Sure."

"Have you got any other treatments before, or have you been checked up in other Clinics'?

"ahhh Nope i haven't..."

"Ok. Don't worry. Our team has the best Doctors here. "

"If you say so..."

"Alright. She sighs. Here it is. "

She gave me a large yellow folder with all papers in it, and some white Page with a list of Doctors i could visit and have my therapy.

"So, you're done from here. You can go to the Doctors office to see your exams?"

"Yeah"

"Dr. Shuntaro is On Duty today. His office is at your right hand at the end of the Hall. : OK?

" Great...thank you"

" Have a nice day, and please....stay calm. She winked.

Panic and stress is never good for whatever..."

"I'll try" I replied and i grab my staff heading through the big problem that was in front of me and my health.

My steps was like a zombies....slow,stiff and almost ready to collapse. I had already pulpitations .

His door was in front of me and i couldn't - just didn't want to knock it. I stood there for about 2 min without doing a move forward or backwards.... I was ready to go , suddenly his voice heard behind the close door.

" OK. Mrs Tale. Have a good morning. I'll see you next week"

I run to hide behind a thick wall , sneaking looks in his door.

I was acting like idiot , as if he was the Satan himself.

What i was affraid of? Any given result, bad or not , i had to know.

He opened the white heavy door and his voice was closer.

"Bye! Don't forget your medicine dear!"

He came out walking to the front desk .

"Hey What's Up Macy?"

"Hey Dr. How are you doing?"

"Not bad. I just wanna some coffee in my veins! I didn't had anything yet. I woke up very fast today ... i feel like sleepy!"

"A-ha Chishiya , you must have some days off you know!"

Yes! Take some days off will ya ! Gimme a break !"

I thought while i was already walking through the back exit.

I heard his footsteps coming my way.

"Can I help you."?

"SHIT!" He saw me...

I looked back as i turned and i saw him.

Dr. Shuntaro himself.

I felt more stressed than i was before. Almost frozen

I-I...."Actually...Ye-Yes"

"I'm Dion Bone. I just had some exams and i want you to see these"

"Sure. Please, come inside" he said pointing his office entrance

He made a small step to enter but he stopped and turned to my face

"Oh. Sorry for being so rude. Would you like some coffee"?

" Aahhh... ok"

"Macyyy!! Can you please get some coffee for Dion"?

"Sure!" She yelled.

"He smiled . Alrighty. Please....( hand gesture welcoming to his office)

He placed his coffee on his desk , he sat down , comfortably at his white leather chair.

"So, What exams are they?

I handed him the large envelope and he opened it carefully with his delicate hands.

"Hhmmm . X-Rays"

"Breast Cancer X-Rays"...

He was looking at them without talking much , he was fully concetrate on this.

In all this time , i was just sitting there, frozen,scared and panicking.

"Miss. Bone. Your exams are not so bad. There is indeed a tumour in your right breast but as i can see it's curable. Oh yeah, let me check an....- yes it is. If you start your therapy right now it's absolutely curable. So, you don't have to afraid."

" Are you sure Dr.? I am - I am ... a tear started to make an appearance....40 years old and I don-

"You are not going to. Do you hear me? You're going to be Fine!"

"Come here. He pushed the paper closer so i can also see

"Do you see this?" He pointed with his index finger some area from the X , i swear i could't understand a single thing but he was a doctor so i guess i should show some trust!

" Your tumour is here. It's 0.2 inch , which means it;s not have growing yet' We can easily make it ...gone !:

"What about metastasis Doc?"

"Metastastis isn't something we must concern now"OK?

I sighed. "Ok" "When we should start my therapy"?

"Well, what about tomorrow'? "Unless you wanna have some second opinion..i mean...if you've already"

"No No! Do you mean if i have another Doctor? NO!'

"Yes. If that's so, i don;'t have any problem"

" No...You are my....First. I mean , in Medical's Issues!"

" I got you. I'm going to give ya some prescription ok. I want you to stay away from stress, anxious and bad mindset."

" Would you do this?"

" I will do my best"

"That's it"

He smiled to me so sweet so calming that is like it was the first relaxing thing i needed that moment....

"Thank you so much 4 your help Dr."

I stood up my chair , grabbing my purse and ready to go.

" Oh. Just a moment. Here. "

He passed me his tiny Medical ID card with the Phone Number and Email.

" Here's the way to find me. In Case you need some advice"

" Thank you so much again . Bye. See you soon!"

"Let me walk you out"

He opened the door for me , and i felt his hand on my back.

"Bye. See ya!" He winked his right eye...and smiled again.

PART 2 COMING SOON !!

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the-firebird69 · 16 days

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We have a few things going on

- today they're going to have another meeting they have some things they talked about past couple days that they wanna try and address and then it's working a little thinking about it there's another item

- We have had a few warnings from the Mac proper no it's mostly you idiots here and you're saying Don't put this up don't put that up so we're beating you up for it because you don't say that **** unless it's meaningful meaning you're saying the wrong words and it's the wrong lines of context and you get beat up. And you can't withstand it by the way

- There's a few other things that you should know about we're sick of your attitude and retired of what you're doing so we have started a few things to counter it one of them is to come in and pull you out and other groups do it and we have you do it to you and you're sick and stupid and you see them care and it makes a difference.

- We have a couple other things to talk about the pseudo empire is taking a beating in the Western Hemisphere it's almost 4:00 AM and it's going to be two or three hours more all over the West and Stan is taking a severe beating they load it up and went to his place and they pummeled the place for a few hours now they were hitting pretty damn hard and steady since 1:00 AM and up until about 20 minutes ago they're reloading they're assessing they are cooling off their guns and they're going to start launching another full scale attack probably 20 minutes from now. You're doing this because the Pseudo Empire is not giving way on what they're doing and they are blocking any type of prosperity even in the separatist cities that they try and do and it's unrelenting it doesn't make sense but that's what they're doing And we mean they go in and disrupt everything they're doing even fighting with Mac proper and we're disgusted we don't need that kind of crap they're just idiots and it's dumber than what these guys are doing of course and these guys are being made to do all the substruction stuff by these idiots and it started to make sense by the analogy that these guys are the British and what they're doing it for us to try and steal the stuff but they're ssholes.

- So they're trying to threaten their son for stuff and he says I'm gonna give you the middle finger but staying with me I mean you people are so **** dumb. Two seconds later Ben Arnold starts seeing **** **** maybe you people have spent you're all done it's so dumb it's hard to talk about it brings a tear to the iron milliseconds just like you spinning around in circles like a frog in a blender we're gonna start writing restraining orders and you violated and we're gonna run you over the steamroller and you've seen it and the idiot is like going near him at the same point going into town and a son can care less what is why your attacker's family attacking the teeny mated money he has and his well being and is trying to mess his diet up you're a **** dead man doesn't give a **** about your little skit and he's gonna erase you cause we are we don't want you messing around with him right there and Tommy F now sees as you being a huge **** loser that's what you are and your little baby boys who think you get stuff with fake coins so people give you only if they want them it's pretty gross and the more locker right and our son was you know in that decision and thank God it changed everything they're a little bit incompetent and lost your stuff to the foreigners and it worked and yeah it was not your your idea your ****

Thor Freya

Olympus

Hera Zeus

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thelovelybitten · 1 year

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vera's first watch of south park -- season 4 (part 1)

bc i know this is about to be so very long

EPISODE 1: SEGA DREAMCAST Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IS UP no I FORBID Y'ALL USUING KENNY'S TEEF TIMMEHHHH aww he's so cute NO NOT KENNY'S TEETH DFDSBKGBKSD :'(((( y'all rly stripped my son nakey... SHAME ON U i chuckled at cartman being the tooth fairy kyle is MAD MAD i was mad when i found out santa wasn't real stan kinda slayed w his plan omg MAFIA TOOTH FAIRY THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT "tits" cartman REALLY DEBATING NKDGKNJGFDJKN main four mafia gang WENDY IN FRAME I LOVE HER no bc if stan showed up in a spiffy suit working for the tooth fairy brigade at 8 years old, i don't know why wendy WOULDN'T BE WHIPPED KENNY'S HAT kyle is in his delusional arc, cartman, leave him be wtf... kyle y'all rly left kenny in the river ihy EPISODE 2:

AWWW A LITTLE SLED RACE ON THE TINY HILL

Tolkien slayed get him

please Wendy be in the select four

hc little Stan and little wendy are extremely competitive at sled racing and make it their whole personalities when the gangs hang out for the annual sled racing every year. they still got their little crush on each other but when they break up the first time OH THEY OUT FOR BLOOD.

Tolkien still ate and Cartman is a piece of shit

HATE CRIME ???? Ngl get ur Justice king

this is actually. so good I love when cartman gets what he deserves

Bebe and Kyle in the same frame it must be so

KENNY TAKE ME TO MEXICO

Kenny did not deserve that slap BYE

SJKDNSLCJXK THIS CHASE HAHA

Kyle: what the fuck is happening

the girls gaslighting, girlbossing and gatekeeping AS THEY SHOULD

juvenile hall is. Sumth.

OH THIS BOY ABT TO FUCK ERIC UPPPP

butters: I think Clyde is the next fattest kid SIR THE DISRESPECT ON MY SONS NAME FROM MY OTHER SON ITS PAINFUL. So hard to have multiple children out here

Girls are SLAYIN idc

AYO YALL GET OFF CLYDE I HAVE BEEF WITH CLYDE HATE

Clyde is literally a perfect size wtf y’all on ABT

“Oh my god we killed Kenny”

“We killed Kenny?”

“We killed Kenny, we’re bastards”

STYLE SO TRUE

Y’all hyping up cartmans ass LMAO

Bebe slayed

YALL CANT BREAK HIM OUTTA JAIL THATS ILLEGAL

THE PIG LATIN LMAOOOOOOO THEY DEVOURED

CARTMAN GROSS

KYLE THATS FUNNY LMAO

this is so gross I hate it here

Not HIM FLUSHING THE CIGS

Tolkien rich as fuck

aAND THEY GET HISTORY LESSON LETS GO

WHAT THE FUCK CARTMAN

cartman in his gaslight era AGAIN

Jesus he’s so manipulative but it’s kinda iconic

THE THREE BOYS EPIC

OH THIS PRESENTATION IS WELL DONE MY BOYS WELL DONE

Lmao cartman is so heartless HAHA

CLYDE GET THEM

Bebe on the gals team let’s goooo

Clyde is CRYING LMAOOO

CARTMAN HAHAHAHAHAHA

YO NOT YALL HURTING THE GWORLS JAIL TIME

WHAT IS HAPPENING

okay. That was. An episode. Haha.

EPISODE 3

Kyle being up until 2:00 am UGH

WENDY AND KYLE MY SMART KIDS <3

MR GARRISON THUMBS DOWN DONT PICK ON TIMMY >:(

Timmy doesn’t have ADD but oh my lord I’d die if I had to listen to an audio book of the great gatsby

mackey and victoria asleep REAL OF THEM

STENDYLE ON THE COUCH TOGETHER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

specifically stendy as their heads lean on one another 🥹🥹🥹

KENNY DONT BONK UR HEAD U DESERVE BETTER

TIMMY SINGER ERAAAAAAA <3 u get em

everyone hyping up Timmy as they should !!! Wendy, Clyde and Tolkien my babies

POGS TIMMY IS A SLAY

Kenny and Cartman WHACKED OUT ON STIMULANTS

DAMN THEY ARE SO BORINGGGG LMAOOO ITS SO FUNNY

the kids: 😐😐😐

I hate this portrayal of Timmy’s disorder 😩

NOT THE PAN TO THE FACE POOR KENNY

NO DONT BEAT UR KIDS PARENTS

“AHHH ITS CHRISTINA AGULIERA” HAHA

Stan ate that speech

INTERESTING EP LOL

EPISODE 4

EVERYONE LOOKS SO CUTE DRESSED UP AWWWWW

KENNY *slams fists* THATS MY BOIIIIII

stan so unbothered by this clown

CARTMAN IS DEADASS ASLEEP ME TOO

contorting girlies got GAME

omg not them trying to do the same show LMAO

KENNY DKCMFHDHDJKCHD THIS COSTUME

not the boys naked PLEASE

Kenny reading on how to sing JSJFBDJSKD WHOLESOME

he's so cute u guys that's my fucking son

the oldies getting frisky EWWWWWWWWWWWW

wait she's dead????

NOOONOT THE GIRLS :(((((((

Kenny side quest I love it

HEMADE IT YAAAAAA

lil Romania girlies getting a slice of America

Stans HOUSE HOLY SHIT

not the girliessss

KENNY POPPING AWFFFFF

Kenny bffr come home

THEY SLAYED ATE THE BOYS UP

THE ENDING NOOOOO

note: Kenny can SING

EPISODE 5

domestic core 4 board game time

not AIDS Cartman bffr

OH KENNY’S GETTING A SIBLING?

CARTMAN NO

GET UR ASS OFF THE COMPUTER RIGHT THIS INSTANT

oh my god I'm actually scared for cartman for once

HE DOESNT DESERVE THIS FATE

STOP TOUCHING HIMMMMM

Kenny being worried abt this baby

Play catch! Cute

OH SHIT KENNY WHAT A FAST BALL

trying to stop him from having sex GENIUS

STAN AND KYLE ON THE WINDOWS JDHSHCJDKXKX THEY’RE MY BESTEST BOYS

Jesus cartman I'm so sorry don't know yet

HUH. NAMBLA IS FUCKED UP

GARRISON COMING OUT KING

MEPHESTO NOOOOOO

THE THREE OF THEM AT THE WINDOW AGAIN I LOVE THEM SO

OH SHES PREGGO SORRY KENNY

KENNY IS RLY TRYING TO KILL THIS KID ITS SO SAD

OH SHIT NOT THE DAD DRINKING IT DHDHCJSJBXHDBDDJDN

NASTY BRO

cartman nooooo

Kenny’s dad is going thru it

KENNYS DREAM OH MY LORD

Kyle NO TAKE IT BACK TAKE IT BACK

these men need jail time JAIL TIME

Don't LAY A GOD DAMN FINGER ON BUTTERS U FREAK OF NATURE

NOT TIMMY ANYONE BUT TIMMY

THIS IS SO FUCKED UP

NO I CANT NOT MY KIDS

RUN KIDS RUN

CARTMAN. YOU CANT BE SERIOUS

NO NOT BUTTERS

The actual trauma NO

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS CARTMAN I HATE YOU

NO BUTTERS NO NO NO

thank god he's okay

But kennys dad i’m so sorry

Oh KENNYS NEW SIBLING

wait it's kenny PLEASE

#faves: south park #viv watches #lord season 4 HAS A WHACK ASS START HUH #bro the fucking nambla episode GAVE ME THE CREEPY CRAWLIES #LIKE BROOOOO #do not touch my kids i will beat ur ass in court #kenny knowing how to sing is such good ff fuel for me A LEGEND #also the fucking clyde hate in the sledding ep MADE ME SO MAD DON’T COME FOR MY SON IDC IDC #anyways back to binging

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mommyg2013 · 2 years

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The beginning of the end of New Year Resolutions

I made the mother of all typos on a presentation recently, which in itself is pretty egregious because at work I do hold myself and others to high standards of proofreading and copywriting.

BRA GRAPH

I had a BRA up on screen for a whole 3 minutes before I could flip to the next slide.

It was one of those dilemmas:

· Edit in real time and risk drawing attention to it

· Ignore and hope no one noticed…even though it felt like a double D staring in my face

· Call it out, make a joke, move on haha….

An interminable 3 minutes.

Now that we’re past the longest month of the year aka JANUARY and the second longest month of the year aka FEBRUARY, I no longer have to pretend that I’m still doing new year resolutions. Not the weight one, the other one - I’m not going to yell at my kids, instead I’m going to reason and rationalize with them.

I promise, I tried.

Exhibit 1

Some PRINCESS thought it’s okay to stick a half-eaten, box half-open cake into the fridge….with the damn fork still stuck in it...refrigerator drawer not closing. That poor bundt cake, never stood a chance.

Exhibit 2

I either have a raccoon at home or some one was really, really hungry….RIPPED OPEN.

Exhibit 3

Empty boxes. Folks who finish up food but leave the box in there for SOMEBODY ELSE to throw away……

Still not yelling.

Then this happened. There’s herding cats and there’s herding SLOTHS – around the table to get some Math done. In a house that must surely have at least a hundred pencils, they showed up with this.

It then took 15 minutes to sharpen the pencil using the electric sharpener, including 10 minutes to meticulously empty the waste bin

GOOD GOD

We finally got started, then she needed an eraser and started using this.

I COULDN’T. I YELLED.

It’s Spring (almost) and I see folks running out in the morning. Did Newton not say something about a body at rest needing to remain at rest? Did you’ll not learn anything in school?

It’s 7:00 am

The moon is still out

The porch lights are all on

I have kids in the back seat arguing over who has the bigger half of the banana

One kid told the other that her armpits smell

And now skinny folks are running outside

No wonder I’m bra graphing.

Happy New Year

Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Happy Everything

It’s going to be wonderful.

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enderexplorer1212 · 2 years

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Coyote Club Chapter 5

Oh fuck me that is a bug that is an insect oh fuck me oh fuck, ok fuck, uh, shit, um, fuck. Ok fuck me, I am on the other side of the room now, fuck. Ok shit, uh, need to find something in my room to carry it out fuck. Uh, there’s paper, uh fuck uhm, yeah, I think uh paper will do yeah. Ok shit, where is it, where’s my flashlight? Ok fuck, uh, its right there it is right fucking there oh fuck me. Ok shit, let me get my jacket on so it can’t like fucking fly onto my exposed fur, fuck. Shit, I don’t think I’m scared of bugs, like I’m fine with them, whatever, it’s just when they can fly and I can like hear the buzz of the flying, then it’s like, fuck me no. Ok shit where’s the insect, where is it? It moved, I can’t find it fuck it could be anywhere. Ok shit, there it is, oh fuck, just place the paper on the ground and- fuck me that is too close to it what if it flies directly into my face fuck. Ok, it’s on the floor, all it needs to do is just crawl onto the paper, come on, no go onto the paper fuck fuck. Ok, shit, I have wireless headphones, I can use that to prevent me from getting scared by the buzzing, uh fuck, what should I play? What’s a good song for this type of situation, like a decent song that isn’t like going to, shock me or something, I don’t know. Oh, the Beatles, yeah I guess that fucking works I don’t know. Eight days a week works, alright, shit. Ok, that’s a pretty good song, actually it’s really good not gonna lie. Nice tune.

Wait shit, don’t get distracted, where’s that fucking bug? Shit, it’s not on the god damn paper, just get onto it fuck. God damnit just go onto the paper fuck man I can’t deal with this it’s like 1:30 just get onto the paper. Ok, shit, finally, ok fuck me fuck me uh fuck uh. Shit, ok it’s, just, oh fuck oh fuck, uh, just, bend down and just get it off the fucking floor, fuck me fuck me, oh fuck it’s really fucking big, just, uh uh fuck. Ok, ok, ok, straighten out, don’t fucking fly away, don’t fucking do that I’ll have a god damn heart attack if you do fuck fuck. Ok, just, open the door, slowly, slowly, gotta bring the paper closer to me, fuck. Ok, do I bring it to the fucking trash place, uh. Shit, I don’t have my key with me, fuck, uh. Ok, let me shake the fucking paper hopefully it gets off fuck. GAH, ok ok it’s off it’s off fuck fuck, ok. It’s on the floor ok fuck, just get back in close the door fuck me fuck me fuck me oh fuck. Ok, thank fucking god, oh fuck ok.

“Sigh”, ok that was, pretty fucking intense, heh. Ok, get these headphones off, fuck. Ok, take off these clothes, I don’t need all this shit on, ok. Ok, that’s done with, now what do I fucking do now. Ok, I gotta get ready for meeting up with Gabriel and Abraham. Ok, so we decided to meet in Starbucks again. Still don’t know why, but whatever, it’s cool. Ok, so I have to get ready, uh, where are my clothes? Ok, T-shirt, pants, looks good. I should probably do something color-coordinated, but I don’t fucking know, I don’t feel like browsing through my shit or whatever. Ok, so, don’t need to bring my water bottle, since I can just get water there. I’m sure the water there is literally just tap water or something, probably also kills like three thousand turtles a year or fucking whatever I don’t know, but shit I’ll just get cold water whatever. Ok, what should I bring? Pen maybe? I don’t know. Maybe my laptop? I don’t know if I’ll need to use it too much, but it could help. Eh, fuck it, whatever I’ll take it with me. Ok, laptop, shoes, don’t think I need a jacket, don’t know how cold it is outside though, didn’t go out since I woke up at like 11:00 so I’ve been up for like 2 and a half hours. Ok, I think I’ve got everything, I’m pretty sure I could just rush back to my dorm if I’m missing anything, Gabriel and Abraham should be able to entertain each other.

Ok, at Starbucks, waiting in line. I’ll probably get what I had the last time, butter croissant and water. Just waiting around. Gabriel’ll probably get here first. He strikes me as the type of guy who would. Hmm, Gabriel strikes me as if he might be autistic. I don’t know, I’ve never like asked him about that cause like it seems like it would be pretty fucking weird to like ask him that, but he just like gives off the vibe, I don’t know. I’ve wondered sometimes if I might be autistic. I know I have like ADHD, but I don't know. I don’t think I have autism, since like I’m good with like social cues and stuff, but I don’t know. It could be possible, but I think it’s more like how autism is like a spectrum, so if you like extended it like really far off, I’d be somewhere on it, since I think I have some of the qualities of being autistic, but it’s like nowhere near enough to actually be considered autism. I don’t know.

Ok, oh shit, there’s Gabriel. He’s waving at me, «Hey, how’s it going?» “Hi, uh, I’m doing good as well.” That felt awkward, I’m not good at talking while doing other stuff. Ok, uh, we’re not doing much, uh. “Hey, uh sorry if this like rude, but uh, could we, like, save talking until I like get my stuff?” «Oh, yeah, that’s fine» “Yeah, sorry, I’m just not good at like, talking when I’m like, in line, you know?” «No, yeah, it’s fine, I was gonna ask the same thing» “Alright, good.” «Where do you want to sit?» Huh, I guess we could sit near the window like we did that other time. “What about over there by the window.” «That sounds good I think.» “Alright.” Ok, that really felt awkward. Uh, shoot, water and butter croissant, water and butter croissant.

‘Next!’ Ok, that’s me, grabbing water. ‘What would you like?’ Butter croissant. “Uh, could I get a butter croissant please?” ‘Alright, anything else?’ “Uh, this uh water please.” ‘Alright, what’s your name?’ “Uh, Phillip.” ‘Alright, could you scan your card please?’ Alright, shit, uh, let me get my card out. Ok, this is like a new weird card, different from my old one. It has a black bar, so I think I can swipe it. Ok, that’s not doing anything, uh. Ok, why’s it not swiping, shit fuck this is getting bad fuck. Cashier just said something, don’t know what it was fuck. Maybe I can just put it into the thing at the bottom? Ok, that seems to work, thank fucking god. ‘Alright, you’re all good.’ Fuck, that took too long, fuck. Ok, shit, there’s like a bag on the counter, that could be mine. I don’t think it’s that fast though, don’t think they called my name yet. Shit, last time was kinda weird, but this should be good. Kinda stressed out about like midterms and shit, but I think that I should do good. Math is kinda tricky though, not looking forwards to that, but whatever. Ok, they called my name, I know that. Alright, where’s Gabriel? Oh, there he is, oh, and Abraham’s here already. That’s good.

“Hey, sorry about that earlier, but how are you doing?” «Good, I’m doing good.» 「Me too.」 “That’s good, so what have you been doing over the past week?” 「I’ve just been studying economics and stuff, not much else.」 Alright, cool. «Economics is kinda just math, right?» 「Yeah, but it’s different. What have you been doing?」 «Oh, I’ve been doing work and stuff, but I’ve also been working on this U.S. county election map.» Huh? What’s that? «Here, let me show you guys.» Ok, he’s taking out his laptop now. Alright, he’s going into google sheets. «Here’s like a spreadsheet of it I’ve been working on.» Oh my god what is that. It’s like an entire fucking spreadsheet filled with, county names? I think? And then there’s numbers next to them, and there’s so many of them. And then at the bottom there’s like all the different states. Fuck me, is this actually what he does in his free time? This is literally just tabulating data how is this fun? “That’s uh, really neat.” «Yeah it is, I’ve already finished a 1980 map where all the Anderson votes switch to Carter, let me get that.» This is for a map? That makes sense I guess, but still. «Alright, here it is.» Oh, that is just straight up like those maps on wikipedia that show election results. I guess that’s what he’s doing this for. Still, that’s really cool. 「Woah, that must’ve taken a long time.」 «Yeah, I think it takes me about, a week or something to finish one.» “Woah, that’s a lot.” «Well, that’s with like on and off, if I like really commit to it, I think I can finish it in maybe, three days?» “Huh, still really cool.” 「Yeah, that is cool.」 «Heh, thanks.»

Ok, now what to talk about, uh, maybe stories from when we were younger? “Hey, you want to hear a funny story?” 「Sure.」 “Alright, so when I was like eight years old, me and my family went to Washington DC, and while we were there, I fully expected that I was going to meet the president. «Huh.» “Yeah, I like fully expected that I was going to meet Barack Obama. Cause like, I was going to Washington DC, of course I was going to meet the president. Why wouldn’t I? So we wanted to get a tour of the White House, but unfortunately, we couldn’t since I think there was like a shutdown or something? I don’t remember, but I remember being bummed about it since I missed my chance to meet Barack Obama. I think at the time he wasn’t even in the country or something, but still, I was bummed.” 「Huh, kinda related, but when I was sixteen, we went on a trip to Sequoyah City which was cool since we usually just went to Tallasi, since that was the closest big city, but we went to Sequoyah City. And while we were there, we got a tour of the capitol, which was cool. But while we were there, apparently it was in session? So we got to look into the Senate meeting chamber, and while we were there they actually announced legislation, so we heard Bill 2.043 or something has passed, so we clapped cause that was cool.」

«Heh, that’s neat. Lets see, oh, funny story. So my dad grew up in rural New Wales, so when he went to Prince George he saw a black person for the first time.» What? 「What?」 «Well, I mean he knew about them, and he saw them on TV and stuff, but that was the first time he saw a black person in real life.» “Uh, ok.” «Yeah, my dad had a lot of interesting stories growing up since he grew up in rural nowhere New Wales. Let’s see, there was also the time that he dated a girl in high school, and she was the sheriff’s daughter. So while he was at her house, the dad showed him his gun and said hey here’s my gun, pretty cool huh? And my dad was like, yes sir I get the message one hundred percent. Some other stuff I learned from my dad was don’t pee on electric fences.» 「Excuse me?」 «Yeah, my dad had a lot of fun with electric fences. Sometimes he and all his friends would form a line of people holding hands, and when one person touched the fence, everyone would get a shock, but you couldn’t let go or everyone would get shocked again. I think also the person at the furthest end of the chain would get the most shocked or something.» “Interesting, you know I heard that there was like this psychology experiment they did where they left people alone in a room for like fifteen minutes with just a little thing that shocked you, and people would shock themselves just to avoid being bored. So I guess that’s what your dad did.”

«Heh, I guess so. Hey, let me show you something.» Alright, this should be good. «Ok, here’s Will You Press The Button.» 「Ooh, this should be good.」 «Ok, first one, Return as a ghost to protect and watch over your loved ones, but when they die you remain on earth forever, never to see them in the afterlife.» “Literally what’s the point of this.” «Yeah, it’s like, oh boy I get to see my loved ones for like a few years, but then never see them again, pretty dumb. I am not going to press this.» “Ok, my turn, You get telekinetic powers, but you cannot speak ever again. Well, that’s not a big deal, I can just learn sign language or something, I’m pressing it.” 「I guess it’s my turn? You may kill Justin Bieber, but you have to kill your favorite musician as well. How old are these?」 “That looks pretty old, I think some of these are from like ten years ago or something.” «Ok, You become rich, but you die a virgin. The age old question. But you know what, whatever man, I can do better stuff as long as I’m rich heh, I’m pressing it.» 「You will be with the person you love forever, but the two of you may never touch each other.」 «I mean, I’d be fine with that, I’m not a big fan of personal contact or stuff, way too much for me in my opinion. But I don’t know, what do you think?» 「I don’t know, I’d rather be able to touch them, so I’m gonna have to say no.」

“Ok, You can transform into an animal of your choosing and back again at your whim. You retain mental abilities but can’t speak or use human appliances. But, you must keep this a closely guarded secret since if you’re caught they’ll test on you. If you’re caught transforming they’ll shoot you on sight? Presence in areas that don’t have exotic animals will cause people to be suspicious and try to capture you?” This reads like some transformation work. 「I’d do that.」 “What?” 「Yeah, I’d do that in a heartbeat. Seems super cool, since I could turn into an eagle and be really cool and stuff.」 «Yeah, I’d do that too, since I’d be able to turn into a raven and be smart and stuff.» Oh my god, Gabriel’s going to turn Abraham into an avian. “Well, shit, I guess I’d do that, I don’t know, sure.”

«Ok, this is getting kind of boring. Let’s do something similar. Here we go, Would you rather lead a boring life from here forward, or be reborn with all your memories into a baby of the opposite sex?» “Ok, this is just trans bait, but I’m not trans so I’m choosing boring life.” «Yeah, I’m not trans either, so boring life as well.» Abraham looks uncomfortable when I brought up the subject, might be because he’s from a rural town, although I don’t fucking know maybe he’s cool with it or something? I don’t know, doesn’t seem like a big deal.

“Ok, would you rather be black in a white neighborhood or white in a black neighborhood. Man we sure are getting into the political questions real quickly aren’t we? Well I’m not white so I’ll defer this to you two.” This should be interesting. 「Well, I don’t know. I guess white in a black neighborhood since I’m already white?」 “Ok, here’s another one, Be born with red hair, or have one hundred dollars stolen from you.” «$100 dollars, I am not getting red hair screw that.» 「Ok, soil yourself and have nobody know, or not soil yourself, but everyone thinks you did.」 “Fuck, these are tough, some of these are like so stupid and easy, but other ones are also stupid, but still really make you think.” «I think I’d have to go with the not soil yourself, just because it would absolutely ruin my pants and I would hate that.» 「I agree.」

‘Attention! Starbucks will be closing soon! Please leave within 15 minutes!’ «Damn, how long have we been here for? Doesn’t feel that long at all.» 「Yeah, but whatever, I had a good time hanging out.」 “Yeah, same. I guess we could meet somewhere else next week so we can spend more time together though.” «Yeah, I’ll figure that out then. Still, great hanging out with you guys, hope to see you soon!» 「Same, bye!」 “Bye!” Shit, that felt good. Now I gotta go back to my dorm and figure out how to spend the rest of the day. I don’t know, I’ll see.

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(SPOILERS) BEHOLD! The Caretakers of the Imaginarium Geographica. Those known, guessed at, and so on. Enjoy

ELDER CARETAKERS GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH: British Cleric. The first Caretaker of the Geographica. Known for The History of the Kings of Britain. His portrait is present in the Pygmalion Gallery, but is unfinished meaning he can not step through. WACE: Norman Poet. Best known for Roman de Brut and other poetic works. He has no portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery on account of being a Fiction. This set a precedent so other Fictions would not be recruited as Caretakers (Herman Melville ) or Mystorians (Sir Walter Scott). CHRETIN DE TROYES: A French Poet. Known for his works relating to Arthurian legends, and for originating the character of Lancelot. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. 28 year gap... ROGER BACON: English Philosopher and Francescian Friar. Aka Doctor Mirabilis. Best known probably for his work with Automatons among other things. Has no Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery on account of living as The Tin Man (no actual relation to the character from Oz as far as I know) so he is sort of a Cyborg I think? Died when holding off a Lloigor (A fallen Star specifically) in the ruins of Parlon so the other Companions could escape through a door from the Keep of Time. DANTE ALIGHIERI: Italian Poet. Known best for the Divine Comedy, mostly the Inferno. Was a Canidate to replace Dee as the Prime Caretaker. Had a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Unfortunately he remained outside of Tamerlane House after the Seven day time limit and Perished while visiting the Underneath. GEOFFREY CHAUCER: English Poet. Like Dante legitimized the use of his native language’s vernacular. Best known for the Canterbury Tales. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Holds the title of Senior Caretaker, and is in charge of hazing new members of the Caretakers Emeritus. Has some dealings with Imaginary and Fictional Islands. Gap of 15 years between their death and birth. ? SIR THOMAS MALORY : English writer. Best known for writing Le’ Morte D’Arthur. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Is dirtier in appearance than expected. LEONARDO DAVINCI: Italian Inventor and Painter. Known for works such as the Mona Lisa and the Last Supper. Also made a Time Traveling Treadmill that no ordinary human can use. Is said to have plagerized Roger Bacon. Is also quite pompous....was apparently chosen by Chaucer ? 8 year Gap. DOCTOR JOHN DEE: Known as the CHRONOGRAPHER OF LOST TIMES and as THE SCHOLAR: English Alchemist, Astrologer, Navigator, Hermetic Philosopher, and Advisor. Perhaps best known as an Royal Adviser to Queen Elizabeth part of her Intelligencia. Originated and took the position of Prime Caretaker. The first Caretaker to go rogue. Stole the Geographica but was unsuccessful in keeping it. Went on to found the Imperial Cartological Society (I.C.S) Under Queen Elizabeth the First. This organization was a cover for Dee’s Personal Cabal (Dee’s Cabal, or just The Cabal) which worked in service of the Ecthroi. The Cabal’s go to bring the world, the universe, and all of creation to ‘Perfect Order’. Dee’s personal goal of becoming Master of all Creation. Following Dee’s treachery, it was decided that there should be Three Caretakers to deal with such a potential problem in the future. The First Trio was as follows. TYCHO BRAHE: Danish Astronomer, Alchemist, and part time Duelist. Known for his Astronomical observations, and false nose. Caveo Principia alongside De Cervantes and Spenser. Mentored Johannes Kepler. Has a Painting in the Pygmalion Gallery. Is not on good terms with Don Quixote Is known to steal things and hide them in the boat house near Tamerlane House. MIGUEL DE CERVANTES: Spanish writer. Best known for writing Don Quixote. Caveo Secundus. Went on a quest with Quixote, and his fellow Caretakers Brahe and Spenser to retrieve the Stolen Geographica. Succeeded. Is on good terms with the Knight. Has a painting in The Pygmalion Gallery. EDMUND SPENSER: English Writer. Best known for the Faerie Queen. Participated in the quest to retrieve the Stolen Geographica. Caveo Tertius (perhaps switch him with Brahe?). On good terms with Quixote. The Trio follow them included: JOHANNES KEPLER: German Mathematician, Astronomer, and Astrologer. Best known for his laws of a Planetary Motion. Caveo Principia alongside Shakespeare and Marlowe. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Do I need to introduce him? Alright. English Playwright, Poet, and Actor (?). Best known for his plays, Sonnets and Poems...really good. Caveo Secundus. Has pretended to be dumber than he is to avoid the pressure of living up to people’s expectations of him (Poor Will). Part of this act was always suggesting someone should be Flogged. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Planned and Built Shakespeare’s Bridge as a new way of Crossing the Frontier. Also built a Zigurat to travel back into Deep Time. Ended inspiring the construction of a lot of Pyramids. CHRISTOPHER (Kit) MARLOWE: A contemporary of Shakespeare’s. Best known for Doctor Faustus, and also known for the problematic Jew of Malta. Defected to the ICS. His last known location was trapped on some Fictional Island ( which is different than an imaginary one, according to Chaucer). Made a Tulpa .No Portrait. Following those three. CYRANO DE BERGERAC: French novelist, playwright, and duelist. Most well known for a play about him. Caveo Principia.Defected to the ICS. Stuck on either a Commet, or the Moon. JOHN MILTON: English writer, best known for Paradise Lost. Caveo Secundus. Defected to ICS. Last seen somewhere in the Underworld. Unsure and Unkown (UaU). Probably CHARLES COYPEAU d’ASSOUCY? A French Musician and Burlesque Poet . From what I found he was a Contemporary of DeBergeracs (one writer claiming they were lovers) but became bitter rivals later on. Whatever the case, d’Assoucy as Caveo Tertius, Failed in his Duties as a Caretaker and his Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery is turned over. After them. Three unkowns. Possibly CHARLES PERAULT: French writer and compiler of French Fairytales such as Beauty and the Beast. Caveo Principia. Ultimately Failed in his Duties as a Caretaker, leaving his portrait to be turned over. JOHN DRYDEN: English Playwright during the Restoration. England’s first Poet Laurette. Caveo Secundus. Failed in his duties as a Caretaker. OLE CHRISTENSEN RØMER: Danish Atronomer. First Quantitative measurements of the Speed of Lightz Caveo Tertius. Ultimately failed in his Duties. As such his portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery is turned over. Next DANIEL DEFOE: English writer, best known for Robinson Crusoe( I’m pretty sure). Caveo Principia. Actually a Spy for the ICS, and Dee’s Cabal. Was a Tulpa, killed by Smaranth, then brought back as a Painting. Retrieved by the Cabal so he might reveal the location of the lost Prince Coal. Is away from Tamerlane House Past the limit of Seven Days and Perishes on Easter Island. JOHNATHAN SWIFT: English writer, best known for Guliver’s Travels. Caveo Secundus. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. UaU. Possibly CARLO GOLDINI? Italian Playwright. Caveo Tertius Failed in his Duties as a Caretaker . You know the drill. Following Defore and Swift JOHAN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE: German Writer, Philosopher, and Statesman. Perhaps best known for his version of Faust, Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship and other works. Caveo Principia. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. UaU possibly, Pierre Beaumarchais: French Polymath. Notably Playwright, watchmaker, and arms dealer. Best known for writing the play the Barber of Seville and it’s sequels. Caveo Secundus. My headcanon is he tried to sell his own reproductions of the Anabias( spelling?) Machines. Ultimately failed as a Caretaker, and has his Portrait turned over. UaU. Possibly Antonio Salieri the Venetian Composer, or possibly Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart...take your pick. Following under Von Goethe. WILLIAM BLAKE: English Poet and Painter. Caveo Principia. Began the Portraits for the Pygmalion Gallery before Basil Hallward. The ‘Second Greatest Betrayer of the Caretakers ‘. Thought to have defected to the ICS and died in a river of gold. Then thought to be working for Dee’s Cabal. In actuality, Blake has six (formerly seven ) Tulpas of himself. Is loyal to Verne and is in fact the leader of the Mystorians. As such, he may be addressed as Doctor Blake. WILLIAM COLERIDGE: English Poet , best known for Kublai Khan. Defected to the ICS. Last seen in the ruins of Xanadu past the End of the world at Terminus. Offered a chance to leave by Stellan Sigurdsson. He declines, thinking if he stays the ruins will eventually return to their Former glory. WASHINGTON IRVING: American Writer. Perhaps best known the Sleepy Hollow. Caveo Tertius, eventually Caveo Principia after Blake and Coleridge defect. JAKOB GRIMM: Along with his brother Wilhelm, Jakob compiled around 200 or more German Fairytales. He and his brother also produced the first Dictionary. Was an eventual replacement for William Blake, taking on the role of Caveo Secundus. Lived long enough to help train Hans Christian Andersen (Seriously Jakob lived a freaking long time). Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Has likely had plenty of experience with situations found in the Tales he and his brother collected. Forced to act as a spy for the Shadow King to keep his brother alive, with the skin on his back ( showing a map to the Nameless Isles) ripped from his back. Dead? FRANZ SCHUBERT: Austrian Composer. Perhaps best known for The Unfinished Symphony. Among other works( not really familiar with Schubert). Replacement for Coleridge, taking the position of Caveo Tertius. The second most Supernaturally inclined of the Caretakers (second only to Poe). Knows quite a bit about the Echthroi. May be able to banish demons and similar entities through his music. Next we have Hearts on Fire, or the Romantic Trio. MARY WALLSTONECRAFT ( latter Shelley): English writer, best known for Frankenstein. Caveo Principia. Had wonderful adventures with Percey and George. Saved George Gordon’s Portrait from being completely Burned. PERCEY SHELLEY: English Poet. Best known for Ozymandius? Caveo Secundus. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. Tried to burn George Gordon’s Portrait. George Gordon/Lord Byron: English Poet, writter, and Nobleman. Best known for Don Juan, and laying out the Byronic Hero. Defected to the ICS, but did not have a Tulpa. His portrait was almost Burned away. Following a reconciliation between the Caretakers and the remaining members of the ICS, Byron had been put on Probation, with other to follow no doubt. Is the butt of just about everyone’s jokes. EDGAR ALLAN POE.: American Writer and Poet. Best known for his poems and Horror short stories. Not as well known for his Humor based short stories. Following George Gordon’s treachery, Poe immediately stepped in to take on the Role of acting Caveo Tertius. Has no Portrait in The Pygmalion Gallery as he is still alive and it’s his house. Poe is the Enigmatic Master of Tamerlane House( which is one of the best places ever) having his own room. Likely let the Caretakers have use of it prior to taking on the Identity of Poe. Poe is revealed later on to have been the Wizard Prospero, and long before then he was (is) the Biblical Cain. The First Murderer. Poe is also noted to be the Arch Imago of the Archipelago.( which I still have some difficulty understanding). Later when he is outed he thinks on taking the Name Cronus. I still refer to him as Poe for simplicity’s sake, and because I find it to be cooler for one reason or another. One other note regarding Poe is that it’s Stated that he is the Leader of The Caretakers Emerti (The Reclusive Leader of the Caretakers Emeriti DoW page 29) Following Hearts on Fire and Poe ALEXANDRE DUMAS PERE: French Writer. Best known for the Three Musketeers series, Count of Monte Cristo and other Works. Caveo Principia with Hawthorne and Andersen. Baker for Tamerlane House. Mentored his Son Alexandre Dumas Fils NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE: American Writer, perhaps best known for the Scarlet Letter and Rapicini’s Daughter (who it turns out is a Mesenger). Caveo Secundus. Head of Security at Tamerlane House. One of the most Badass among the Caretakers. Expert and Hand to Hand Combat. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery. HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN: Danish Writer, best known for his Art Fairytales such as the Little Mermaid or the Ugly Duckling. Caveo Tertius. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery Following Dumas, Hawthorne, and Andersen. CHARLES DICKENS: English Writer, best known for his novels such as Oliver Twist or the Christmas Carol. Caveo Principia alongside Dumas fills and Twain. Trained Magwich, Richard Francis Burton (the eventual face of the ICS) and eventually trained Jules Verne. ALEXANDRE DUMAS fils: French Writer and Playwright. Defected to the ICS. Believed to be dead. MARK TWAIN (-aka SAMUEL CLEMENS). American Writer, best known for the Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court. Caveo Tertius. Has had experience with Time Travel. A friend to Mesenger Hank Morgan. A friend in life to Cabal member Nikola Tesla. Father to Joe Clemens (aka Injuin Joe or Harry Billy)? Has probably been to the Underneath? Knows how and when to fire a pistol ( to defend a lady’s honor, or to silence a bunch of braying Jack Asses). Then we have Travel Buddies. JULES VERNE: The Frenchman, The Prime Caretaker. French Writer known for his Sci Fi and Adventure Stories. Took on the role of Prime Caretaker. Was thought to be a Tulpa but in fact has been alive. Raises Goats as a hobby. Keeps his own skull from another timeline on his desk. Gives up his soul to serve as the Load bearing stone of the Keep of Time. PROFESSOR STELLAN SIGURDSSON: A Norwegian or Icelandic man who in his earlier days was quite the adventurer. In his later years he became a Professional Philogist and Linguist. Might be the model for some of Verne’s Adventurers. Taught Jamie and later John. Was a personal friend of the Goblin King (who’s name escapes me). His primary death is what brings John Jack and Charles together. Later on he helps lead an Expedition with Don Quixote, The Grail Child Rose Dyson, the Badger Uncas, and the Clockwork Owl Archimedes passed the edge of the world at Terminus to find Madoc and repair the Sword of Aneas. Unfortunately he is a painting. The journey takes more than a Seven Days and perishes on the way back. He perished standing up with the help of Quixote, who told him he (Stellan) would have a place in a hall of Heroes. He was also able to finish a book John recently published at the time. H.G. “Bert” Wells: The Far Traveler. British Writer. Best known for his various Science fiction works. Caveo Tertius. An Anomoly as he is an H.G. Wells that time traveled while the other H.G.Wells (Herb) is just being H.G.Wells (and a Mystorian). Came from the future with his daughter Aven who’d eventually become captain of the Indigo Dragon. Accompanied Stellan on many Adventures, and was also a friend of the Goblin King. Joined Rose Dyson, Laura Glue( I’m pretty sure? Correct me if I’m wrong) Charles Williams, Edmond McGee, Archimedes, Fred (I think? )and Richard Francis Burton on a quest to find The lost prince Coal. He eventually died when Prime H.G. Wells’ Prime Time ends. Herb moves on, While Bert gets a Painting in the Pygmalion Gallery. Thanks to some shenanigans on Verne’s part, they are also able to get a Painting of Verne’s wife Weena. Resigned and defected. J.M. ‘Jammie’ Barie. English writer and Playwright best known for Peter Pan. Caveo Principia. The first and so far only Caretaker to resign from the position. That said he did not join the ICS, Cabal, or any other opposing organization. Was friends with Peter Pan until they had a falling out. He has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery along with other allies such as Oscar Wilde. HARRY HOUDINI (Erich Weiss): Austro-Hungarian Born American Magician and Stunt performer. The Magician. Caveo Secundus, defected to the ICS and was chased around the world by Samaranth when he tried to reveal the Archipelago of Dreams with Arthur Connan Doyle. Knows some actual magic and is quite proficient in it. SIR ARTHUR CONNAN DOYLE: The Detective. Caveo Tertius. Defected to the ICS See Houdini...later with Houdini and Burton they join forces with the Caretakers. He and Houdini also become apprentice Goat herds. Helping with Verne’s goats. The Caretakers of Prophecy J.R.R. Tolkien: John, Ron, Tollers. The Prime Caretaker. English writer, best known for...I don’t think he needs much of an introduction. Caveo Principia. Eventually takes over the role of Prime Caretaker from Verne. Expert in Languages, and some combat. He eventually ascends and becomes a freakin Dragon along with his wife Edith. C.S. “Jack” Lewis: English Writer, best known for the Chronicles of Narnia. Caveo Secundus. Has a Portrait in the Pygmalion Gallery eventually. Has had dealings with Giants at some point probably. Charles Williams: The Third. British Writer best kno...known for.....uh.... known for Burning down the Keep of Time. He also has written some rather good books including All Hallows’ Eve and War in Heaven. Caveo Tertius. Friend to all animals (especially Badgers), and a Master of Stealth. Also has a fair understanding of other dimensions. An alternate timeline version of him is responsible for burning the Library of Alexandria. He had made a Tulpa, and as such is still able to do feild work for the Caretakers. After John Jack and Charles. FRED THE BADGER (last name)? Grandson of Tummuler, son of Uncas, and Aprentice to Charles Williams. Once a member of the Royal Animal Rescue Squad. Is really supposed to be Caveo Principia but once he had two other Caretakers with him, he decided to take the role of Caveo Tertius like Charles. MADELINE Le’ENGLE: American Writer, best known for the Wrinkle in Time series. The Chronos and Kairos books and others. Caveo Secundus Apprenticed by Jack. Ray Bradbury: American Writer. Best known for his various Science fiction and dystopian works. Apprenticed Under John Present Caretakers? JAMES A. OWEN: American Writer and Ilustrator. Best known for the Star child Comic series, and the Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica book series. Caveo Principia. UaU. Possibly Robin Hobb, Robin McKinley, or Susan Cooper. I’m not sure which...Also, Ursula K LeGuin. Or Robert Holdstock as others have suggested. Just remembered Cinda Williams Chima, and Cornelia Funke. They all seem like they’d work really well. I can’t determine who. Leaning towards Chima and Funke. UaU. Would think maybe Pratchett but I think in this context he’d be a Fiction. That said.”, NEIL GAIMAN: English Writer. Best known for his Fantasy books like Stardust, American Gods, his comic Sandman, and his book Coraline. And done. Make corrections if you like. But there it is. Nearly two months, and just now nearly three hours. It is done! Done to the best of my ability...but done all the same! Make of it what you will. The format isn’t staying how I type it. The Spaces aren’t showing up. Damn. Well that’s for tomorrow. Now for bed.

#Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica #Caretakers Emeritus #it’s done! It’s God damned 1:00!am

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 2 years

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The stewardess

Pt.2

Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: SMUT (yes yes ik I said I wouldn’t but it’s only a little) cussing, fluff, 18+

Word count: 1963

Prompt: y/n and Evans begin to get along

Authors note: ok so yes this does have slight smut at the very beginning and there will likely be more in later chapters. I am breaking my own rules for this story.

Pt 1

I stood there gazing out onto the sunset. I was leaning into the railing my hands gliding along it. Suddenly there was a body behind me. I could feel breathing on my neck and hands wrapping around my waist. I leaned into him. His hands moved down my thigh and then back up. Pushing up my skirt. His hand moved toward the top of my underwear. He played with the lace on the hem.

“did you miss me?” He whispered into my ear

I hummed in response

“Do you want me?” He asked

I hummed again

“Use your words”

“Yes yes please”

He flipped me around. My back to the railing now. He pulled down my underwear and bent down. He placed my legs on his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs. His young brushed against my clit. I moaned in response. Then again. I felt a finger slip inside me. I gasped.

“Oh god” I moaned

I woke up suddenly. Gasping for air. Fuck. I did not just have a wet dream about Chris Evans. Shit. I groaned and grabbed my phone.

“Fuck!” It was late. It was 8:00 I am and I had 30 mins to get everything ready for breakfast. “Shit!” I crawled out of bed and quickly put my clothes on. I ran into the kitchen where I found collin prepping breakfast.

“Well good morning” he said sarcastically

“Shut up!” I grabbed the plates and utensils and began to set the table .

I was almost done when I heard a noise behind me. I whipped around quickly. It was Chris.

“Oh I’m sorry haha I didn’t mean to scare you” he said putting his hands up in defence.

“Oh no your fine” i smiled slightly and went back to work

“Do you need any help?” He asked

“What? No I’m fine” I said shaking my head

“Ok then” he sat down on the table

“Do you mind?” I asked he was in my way

“Oh sorry” he stood up

“Thanks”I continued

“Look, Y/N right?” I nodded “I’m sorry about yesterday, I was in a bad mood I got a call before getting on the plane and I just was having a bad day”

“Oh it’s alright you aren’t obligated to be nice to me”

“Well there is no reason for me to be a dick” he laughed

“Alright i except your apology and I’m glad you are feeling better but I really do have to hurry”

“Alright I’ll get out of your way” he nodded and went to sit on the deck

I finished setting the table and Anthony and RDJ came out and joined Chris. Once collin brought out the fruit and waffles I walked outside to tell everyone breakfast was ready.

“Gentlemen, breakfast is served” I said standing in the doorway

“Ah fantastic!” Said RDJ

They got up and I stepped aside. Chris grinned at me as he walked by. He made eye contact with me and held it till he couldn’t anymore. Fuck hes hot.

“This looks amazing thank you Y/N” said Anthony

“Thank you but it was actually our chef Collin” I said politely

“Yes collin may be young but he is definitely an amazing cook, and the boy is not bad looking” said RDJ

Chris’ head whipped up and I looked at him. He grabbed his coffee and chugged it down like he was an alcoholic who hadn’t tasted vodka in a year.

I laughed a little. They finished breakfast rather quickly and we set a course for Monte Carlo.

They had been on the deck all day. Drinking and snacking. It was nice to see how much fun they seemed to be having. Chris couldn’t stop laughing and I couldn’t help but smile at his jokes.

“Hey Y/N! Could we stop here? The water looks amazing for a swim” RDJ said and stuck out his toung and raised his eyebrows playfully

I laughed “sounds good I’ll notify the captian” I said

We stopped closer to shore so that they could swim. Anthony was the first down, then RDJ then finally Chris. Damn he was so fucking hot. He was wearing nothing but swim shorts. Shit. He greeted me with a smile as he came down stairs.

“Y/N” he nodded his head

“Sir” I nodded back

“Call me chris” he said

“Ok, chris”

“See, much better” he began to walk away but stopped in his tracks. He turned around “you know, you should join us” he said hands on his hips

“Oh I’m alright I shouldn’t” I said

“No, come on! Just for a little. You deserve to enjoy this vacation.”

“I’m working”

He sighed “fine suit yourself” he shrugged and turned back around and headed toward the deck were Anthony and RDJ were getting ready to get in

Chris began to run. He was headed straight for the edge. He jumped off. Doing a flip into the water. He came up and u heard he holler

“WOOOHOOO! Hey grandpa! Get in!” He yelled

“W-who you callin grandpa?” Said Anthony “you better move Evans I’m gonna jump right on top of you”

“Oh rly?

“Yeah move”

“Y-you’re gonna jump this far out”

“Move your ass Evans!”

They laughed and I heard another splash. Then another. I laughed. They really were quite the pair.

After a few minutes I heard my name being called.

“Hey Y/N! Get in here!” It was RDJ

I walked over to the railing “I’m gonna make you all feel like grandpas!”

“Well then, get your ass in here!” Said Anthony

I looked at Chris and he was smiling at me. He raised his eyebrows as if to say “go right ahead”

I ran inside and put on a bikini. I picked out my blue triangle bikini. I had always been told I had a model-like body. Now was the time to show it off.

I ran back outside and did a flip into the water. I landed it perfectly diving into the water.

I came up and I heard Anthony say damn. RDJ screamed yes! Excitedly, Chris was laughing and smiling at me. I swam over to him.

“You couldn’t resist could you? You just had to show me up” he said shaking his head

“I mean someone had to put captain america in his place.”

“Oh so you're a fan? Well if you wanted and autograph you could have just asked”

“No, I think I’ll pass. I like iron man better anyway”

“OH DAMN EVANS SHE JUST PUT YOU IN YO PLACE!” Said Anthony

“Yeah yeah” he said shaking his head

“Ha ha! Suck my fat one!” Said RDJ

“Who-who ever told you had a fat one?” Said Anthony, chris laughed

“I’m pretty sure your girlfriend did” He responded

“Oh my god” said Anthony shaking his head

“Yeah it was definitely your girlfriend” he said again

“Real mature Jr. real mature! At least i get my own name! You're a junior!” Said Anthony

“Oh that’s it.” RDJ swam over and began to attack Anthony playfully

I couldn’t stop laughing. We stayed in the water a little longer before climbing back up to jump in again.

We got back to the top of the deck.

“Ladies first Y/N” RDJ said

“Oh no i need to get back to work, you have lunch in an hour” i said grabbing a towel

“I insist Y/N” said RDJ

“No rly i need to- uh what are you doing?” Chris began walking toward me “chris! Woah wait!” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Hey! Put me down! Chris i swear to god you are gonna regre-“ he threw me into the water. They all jumped in after me. When i came up everyone was laughing.

“I was gonna say: you’re going to regret this” I said

“Oh what are you gonna do about it sweetheart?” He teased

I swam over to Chris and began to splash him but it didn’t last for long because soon my wrists were in his hands. He held them above my head so I couldn’t splash him. He looked at me. I looked at him. His eyes were beautiful. My eyes flickered down toward his lips. It seemed like we were going to kiss until

“Woah there Evans!” Said RDJ

He let go and swam over to Anthony and RDJ leaving me. I swam over to them as well and we played around until Collin came out and told us that lunch was ready. We climbed out and Chris couldn’t seem to stop looking at me. His eyes trailed down my body.

“Ok ok that’s enough” said RDJ “stop eye fucking my stewardess”

That’s right. I was just a stewardess, what was I thinking? Chris looked away and I grabbed a towel. I ran off to go change so I could help collin serve lunch.

I stood in the kitchen helping Collin finish cleaning up. It was almost 12. The boys had just gone to bed.

“I’ll be right back” said collin, i heard the door close. Then I heard it close again.

“Back so soon? I didn’t get any time to enjoy your absence ``I turned around grinning. But Collin wasn’t there. It was Chris. “Oh my god!” I jumped “Jesus”

He laughed “sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

“Twice in one day” I said “do you need anything?”

“Just company” he smiled

I smiled too “would you like some tea?”

“Yeah sure”

“I didn’t know you were still up”

“I couldn’t really sleep, today was fun though”

“Yeah” I smiled and handed him his tea

“So when did you start working for RDJ?” He asked

“Uh well I was a waiter a a restaurant and he was a frequent customer. Over time we became friends and he asked me to work for him”

“You were a waiter?”

“Uh yeah, I got out of culinary school and needed money so working at a fancy restaurant seemed like a good way to earn it and learn some stuff while I was there”

“You went to culinary school?”

“Yup! I wanted to open a cafe”

“That’s really cool”

“Thanks”

It was silent, but it wasn’t awkward. Ok sure it was a little weird at least for me. Standing in a room with the hottest celebrity ever.

“I really enjoyed hanging out with you today” he said

“I enjoyed it too, especially because I totally put you in your place” I raised my eyebrows, I pushed myself onto the counter and sat drinking my tea

“Hey hey I got my revenge”

“That you did”

He looked at me and moved closer. He kept moving closer and closer until our lips were almost touching. All I wanted to say was “kiss me”. I stared at his lips. I could feel his breathing. Then we were interrupted by a much unwanted guest

“Uhhhhhhh” it was collin

We broke apart quickly before we could even kiss. I plopped down from the counter

“Uh i should go to bed” Chris looked at me then at collin then back at me again and left.

“Where you guys making out in my fucking kitchen?” Asked collin

“What? No no he just came to get some tea” I said trying to recompose myself

“Um that’s not what it looked like”

“Forget it collin, nothing happened”

It was quite for a sec and I went back to washing dishes

“He’s not good for you, you know? He’ok break your heart. He’s player”

I sighed “I don’t care, anyways, nothing happened”

He opened his mouth to say something else but then closed it. He nodded as if he was giving up.

I couldn’t sleep that night. What would have happened if Collin hadn’t interrupted?

Pt. 3

#chris evans series #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #marvel #captian america #steve rodgers x y/n #the stewardesse #chris evans angst

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ukiyokki · 4 years

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mars reads too much dreamnotfound fanfiction for their own good

a dreamnotfound fanfic recommendation list by your resident dumbass (me)

this took way to fucking long... i’m tired

below is a (very extensive) list dedicated to all my favorite dnf fics, ranging from quick one shots to 100k+ word monstrosities that devour the storage on my computer, forever incomplete masterpieces to ongoing works of art, you get the idea. i provided links for each fic/series for your reading pleasure. there will be no smutty/nsfw fics on this list, that’s just not my vibe lmao. this list goes in no particular order, and i’ll update it from time to time when i feel like it. now, without further ado, let us begin.

Heat Waves (complete) by tbhyourelame

(wtf else did you expect, looking at a dnf rec list?) amazingly well written, and while it’s not my favorite dnf fic it’s damn near close. in the midst of a brutal heatwave, a suffering dream comes to terms with the fact that he is desperately in love with his best friend. everything i could say about this fic has already been said by nearly everyone who’s read it, so if you haven’t yet caved into the hype, just go for it. you won’t be disappointed.

Gonna be around (completed) by georgescatcafe

(mc irl) my favorite dnf oneshot to date. just read it, i don’t wanna spoil for you :)

Inferno in the Sky (ongoing)by zairielon

(star wars au) an ongoing star wars au currently clocking in at almost 200k words. need I say more? everything about it absolutely slaps, each chapter is amazingly written, and it’s just good. also, can we just appreciate dream and tubbos dynamic in here? 10/10, amazing, must protecc. oh right, a summary: george, an exiled padawan turned engineer, must return to the jedi temple after attacks on it from an unknown assailant threaten the safety of himself and the other jedi.

Like Magic (ongoing) by KangarooKen, NotGra55 (Gra55)

(harry potter au) the unofficial official dnf harry potter au. we watch the young unlikely wizard pair grow up together throughout their years at hogwarts as they battle good old fashioned wizard racism. beautifully written, incredibly fun and suspenseful, and just an overall blast and a half.

GeorgeNotFound, Son of Poseidon, and the League of Minor Gods (ongoing) by Clichewho_69, Cygnvs, Trash_Kinggg

(percy jackson au) percy jackson au? check. “road trip” (technically quest but u get what i mean)? check. enemies to friends to lovers? check. this fic follows the plot of the lightning theif (albeit loosely), but everything is explained enough where you don’t have to read percy jackson to understand what’s going on. basically after moving to the usa, george gets taken to camp halfblood where he learns that a) gods exist. b) he’s the son of poseidon and c) he needs to prove that he didn’t steal zeus’s master bolt.

Protected (completed) by aenqua

(royalty/camelot au) my favorite piece of dnf media of all time. dubbed the official dnf camelot au, where dream is the heir to the throne and george is a servants son with a secret that couldp get him killed. these childhood friends grow up together and learn trust, love, and acceptance. (that summary did not justice to the masterpiece that is this fic) here’s the directors cut

The Hunter (completed) by HederEgo

(mc irl) a choose your own adventure fic with 13 different endings, where dream the hunter must kill george and stop him from beater the ender dragon. enough said.

The official dream team cowboy AU (series)(ongoing) by antsu_in_my_pantsu

(cowboy au) cowboys and outlaws horses and shit. and the big gay. it’s a cowboy au, what else did you expect? fucking yee haw (all seriousness this is a great read, i loved it so so so so much and i can’t wait for the final chapter to release).

This is a Drista moment, let's just accept it (completed) by Qekyo

dnf fic from drista pov. considering its unique perspective, it’s perfectly done. beautifully showcases a sibling relationship through drista and her memories/moments with dream, and it just works, y’a know? also drista supremacy.

Dear Dream (completed) by Qekyo

(wwii au) i don’t cry when watching/reading anything sad. translation: i’m a heartless bitch. however, this fic is the only exception. it caused me to cry so hard my mom walked in my room and asked if i was ok. ‘nuff said.

TECHNOlogical Wingman (completed) by Closeted_Bookworm

techno is the autocorrect ai on dreams phone, and he gains sentience. interesting concept, and the author fucking nailed it. great fic.

It Was Only a Fic (ongoing) by imagineitdear

dream starts reading a dnf fanfic (we’ve all been there buddy).

Teacher’s Pet (ongoing) by niyuha

(teacher au) in which dream is a high school english teacher and george is the new comp sci teacher in room 297.

Saltwater Secrets (ongoing) by earlgay_milktea

(mermaid/high school au) a great example of the shear amount of variety in fics this fandom has to offer. when i started reading dnf fics i would have never thought i’d find one about a mermaid george hopelessly crushing on his human friend, who happens to be his schools star swimmer. yet here i am, and i am far from disappointed.

Smash My Heart (incomplete) by dontrollthedice

george and sapnap are commentators for duper smash brothers tournaments, and george develops a crush on an up and coming smash streamer named dream.

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems (completed) by Alienu

laser tag. 10/10

solar system (completed) by quartzfia

(mc irl) george vists dream in pandora’s vault.

Ramblings of a Lunatic (completed) by jungkooksfic

ahh communicating through a notebook left on a shelf in a bookstore- what a perfect way to start a relationship.

Paint me like your French Girls (It's Charcoal, Actually) (completed) by Turtle_ier

(artist au) george is an art student, and dream is a model.

00:00:00 (completed) by isleofdreams

(soulmate au) 00:00:00 is the moment you meet your soulmate, as indicated but the clock ticking down on your wrist until the moment you meet. i’m not a fan of soulmate aus; this fic is the exception.

Blue Skies Smilin' At Me (completed) by kivy

(artist au) i don’t usually cry while reading stuff, but this brought me damn near close. george is a painting conservator and chats it is with the ghost of the artist if the painting he is working on. they fall in a love.

Current Location (incomplete) by hendollana

(influencer au) george simps for a hot american instagram model. who knew he’d actually follow back?

The Withering (series) (series ongoing, 1 work completed) by App1e_Juice

(mc irl) lore and world building and fight scenes and everything i crave. what’s not to love? something starts making the plants and crops around dreams village wither, and must team up with new friends to find the cause of the mysterious disease plaguing the land.

Minecraft, But You Can't Leave (complete) by facadecake

(mc irl) dream and george are sucked into their own private minecraft world together and must beat the game to escape.

Free The Game, Beat the End (incomplete) by goatgoatwasfound

(mc irl) a glitch in minecraft causes thousands of players from around the world to be trapped inside minecraft, with only one way of escape- beating the ender dragon. first dnf fic i ever read, and it’s still 10/10 for me.

Why don't you come a little closer? (completed) by lifeofandoms

george gets stood up by a date, and Dream pretends he’s the date to save george from the embarrassment. simply adorable.

lightning bug (completed) by saintachesP

(band au) while on tour, dream realizes his feeling for george.

Hold me closer (completed) by Treesofmyheart

(mc irl/dsmp) i just,, really like this trope.

Dizzy on caffeine (completed) by GleamingGreenGoggles

(coffee shop au) best dnf coffeeshop au i’ve read. periodt.

living a life of crime isn’t always easy (series) (completed) by itisjosh

(mafia/assassin au) stockholm syndrome except it’s not weird.

Inhibitions Make Interesting Situations (completed) by Ship_On_The_Sea

i pissed myself laughing. it’s just a dream and george being hilariously dense, flustered idiots. serotonin central.

thy eternal summer shall not fade (completed) by gracequills

(high school au) that moment when you recite shakespeare to your crush in your ap lit class instead of confessing (hate it when that happens).

All is Fair in love and Football (ongoing) by graciegirl2001

(college au) #1 favorite college au. in which george is a cheerleader, and dream is the football teams rising star player. this one gets extra points because of the amazing karlnap moments sprinkled throughout. *chefs kisses air*

online love (completed) by andbutso

(high school au) online classes go zoooooooom

Can’t help falling (completed) by isleofdreams

dream re-learns the guitar to sing to george on his birthday. beautiful. fluffy. amazing

dance in the rain and my arms (completed) by lazy_kitkat

george is a rain god, and dream is a wind god

Weather Boy (completed) by DaintyDiizzle

wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? (where dream can control the rain)

The color orange (completed) by anon

(mc irl) dream describes the colors of a sunset

Family Mode (completed)by Strawberry_flavoured_tears

they’re dads :,)

Breathing Room (incomplete) by papercranes

(band an) an amazing band au. the mad lad author wrote original songs for each chapter. above and beyond, mad props :). unfortunately, it’s incomplete

Piece of Clay (completed) by carbonbrine

(artist au) george is a sculptor and his sculpture comes to life- but oh no he’s hot.

Try (completed) by Not4typicalwriter

(royalty au) george must choose a suitor, but none of them are up to dream, his head knights, standards. or dream is hella jelly. also protective dream is perfect

When the Roses Bloom (completed) by HederEgo

(royalty au) close second for my favorite fic. go to royalty au for a quick serotonin bost. it’s all fluff and flowers and crushes, and i love it. criminally underrated.

Heavenstruck (ongoing) by dontrollthedice

george is dreams guardian angel, and dream want to find out more about him and his past life. bittersweet :,)

Bang and Burn (completed) by App1e_Juice

(spy au) george accidentally falls for target number 1 on sapnap’s secret agency’s hit list. this ones great, i love me a spy au :)

Can I get a uhh… (completed) by lemonskies

dream keeps pulling up to the drive through mcdonald’s that george works at drunk.

Pretty Stranger (completed) by anon

when looking for dream in the terminal, george sees a cute guy and decides to flirt.

Take my Hand (completed) by latinbias

(royalty au) another royalty au? poggers. surprise twists? double poggers. love this a lot.

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes (complete) by meridies

ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP ROAD TRIP *inhales to compose herself* roadtrip au. unrequited love, ignored feelings, longing, pining, you know the drill. absolutely love this one, its the best roadtrip au i have ever read, in any fandom. (maybe cause i identify with it a little too much, but thats not important. whats important is that you read this fic. right now. im waiting).

Message redacted (complete) by justyouraverageloser

(text fic) dream asks for a girls number and realises hes been given the wrong number. however, an unexpected relationship starts to form between him and the stranger on the other end of the line.

the waves (completed) by anon

(mc irl) this fic was written by the same anon who wrote the color orange, which is up there on my fav dnf oneshot list. dream and george know they have a higher purpose. they don’t know where they came from, or why they are seemingly the only humans in the world, or how they feel about eachother, or even where the skeletons come from, but they are sure of one thing: they have to beat a dragon.

The Dream Doll (completed) by PeppDream (Pep_Pizza)

(voodoo i guess) i’m a real big fan of fics with really out there or unique concepts, so naturally this one makes the cut! i really liked it, it’s really sweet and made me think a lot about what matters to me in the world. george finds a strange doll in an antique shop, and would really like to just stuff it in a drawer and forget about it. sadly (?), the doll has other plans.

last updated February 6th, 2021

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dream not found #dreamnotfound fic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfiction #dnf fic #dnf fanfic #dnf fanfiction #dnf fic rec #dreamnotfound fanfiction recommendations #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #i’m ok i swear #i read too much fanfiction #i should probably go to bed

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sandbees · 3 years

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What if 16 years old yuu met child!yuu. Like older!yuu just woke up and she thinks it's a normal day but it's not, bc she somehow went a other universe of twst that it's her a CHILD!!

And she's like freaking out bc a child is taking care of this world's bullshit but also like "How are you even still alive?!"

But she also be like must protect this child bc mother/sister Instincts. And child!yuu not even realizing that this stranger is her older self & also in a other universe.

And I can just imagine some soft&loving two girls having a good time and child!yuu being happy she has some mom/big sister figure.

I also wonder what the boys react seeing child!yuu with an older!yuu. :]

love your work especially au of child!yuu.

Child!Yuu: :00 You look like me...are you my long lost older sibling?!

Yuu:

Yuu: Oh my god. Why did Crowley let 10 year old me stay around a bunch of dangerous individuals- DOES CROWLEY HAVE LEGAL CUSTODY OF YOU?!

Obviously older Yuu is concerned for Child!Yuu’s safety around everyone because...it’s everyone. They have either 1. Tried to kill Yuu or 2. Done some stupid/dangerous shit.

And then their younger self talks. They talk about how nice their big brothers are and how much they’d like older Yuu’s company. And then Yuu realizes how much they care about Child!Yuu. (“Wait a second...how come they don’t act like that around me?! ...well, I am a child here but-“)

Child! Yuu is so happy to meet older Yuu! It’s a new big sibling!! Everyone will love them.

Child!Yuu: Big Brother Ace! Big Brother Deuce! Look! Look!

Ace: Hm? What is it, Yuu?

Child!Yuu: I got a new bigger sibling! They give off parent vibes like Trey or Lilia!

Older!Yuu: Hello.

Ace&Deuce: ....

Older!Yuu: Don’t tell younger me but I’m actually the older version of them. Idk how I got here.

Ace: Hot damn-

Deuce: ACE WHAT THE FUCK?!

Ok, but that aside I totally can see the Twst boys freaking out at older!Yuu, because oh. Oh, they forgot that Yuu is going to grow up. But once the shock settles in, big brother modes are setting in.

“Who are you dating in the future?” “I’m still your dad, righ?!” “Do you call us big brother back in your world?”

Big, happy family. Wholesome moments and all the fluff to go around as older Yuu babysits Child!Yuu whenever the boys go to school. And also I want to see big sibling and little sibling dynamic. As in “I’m so soft for my little sibling but look at them wrong and I will pummel you into the ground as their other brothers watch and laugh.”

...but also Yuu sometimes kidnaps takes Child!Yuu for “breaks” because, “Goddamit Crowley, it was fine when you made me a therapist but A CHILD!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #child!yuu #and an older Yuu #ask

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kpopfanfictrash · 4 years

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Raise the Barre (Ch. 2)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Word Count: 6,436

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.

After the initial shock of your partner wore off, you decided spending the semester partnered with Park Jimin was, indeed, the dark sentence it appeared to be at first glance.

Jimin wasn’t happy with the situation either; that much became clear when Mr. Vlad said your name and Jimin instantly stiffened. You’d turned slowly to face him, your mind going fuzzy as you met his blank gaze.

The first two weeks of the semester had been spent wondering if this was some kind of cruel, cosmic joke. Maybe you’d been a terrible person in a past life and this was your bitter reward. If so, Jimin must have pissed someone off too, since he seemed equally perturbed by your new relationship.

Waiting in line at the water fountain, you checked the time once again and exhaled. Ballet began in five minutes and Miss Britt employed the same lateness tolerance policy as Mr. Vlad. Really, it was a blanket expectation by all the teachers at Russet. If you arrived after the door shut, you weren’t allowed in – and god forbid you missed a step the next week during barre. Motivated to avoid this, you’d arrived fifteen minutes early every day since classes started – it was hardest for 8:00 AM ballet, but that couldn’t be helped.

Once your water bottle was full, you screwed on the cap and hustled into the room with three minutes to spare. Miss Britt stood at the front beside the live pianist. She insisted on using one for all her classes, saying it was good practice for when you’d dance with an orchestra.

Arms crossed, she surveyed each student when they entered, and you hastened to stand beside Noelle at the bar. Placing your water bottle on the floor, you began to roll your neck and warm up your feet.

From across the room, you heard Jimin laugh and looked up on reflex – only to find him standing next to Sabrina.

Uncertain, you froze. You hadn’t made it a habit to follow Jimin’s movements, or even to learn more about him since your arrival at Russet. You saw him in class and occasionally on the weekends but had made it a point to keep your friend groups separate. As a result, you really had no idea what Jimin had been up to in his private time.

It seemed the answer to your question was: cozying up to the enemy. Since that first night in Grace Hall, Sabrina had proven herself to be as unpleasant as you’d feared. You’d mostly tried to steer clear of her path, but again, this was hard to achieve in a class of eighty students.

While you watched, Jimin laughed again and Sabrina smiled. She looked almost pleasant and in response to this, your eyes narrowed.

Objectively, you didn’t want Jimin as your dance partner, but he’d been assigned to you. It’d be incredibly embarrassing if he asked to switch midway through the semester. Everyone would know it was because of you and you’d have no other options when the New Year rolled around.

Faculty clarified the partner situation by the end of the first week. Apparently, only your first ballet partner at Russet was assigned. This was done on purpose, in order to get you used to working with new people, but you’d be allowed to choose your own partner starting January 1st. This was the only reason you hadn’t immediately marched to the front office and demanded a change. Clearly, this was a test of partnership. Jimin might be the devil himself, but he hadn’t asked to switch partners and you’d be damned if you gave in before he did.

On the opposite side of the room, Jimin smiled and you scowled, wondering what Sabrina could possibly have to say that he found so hilarious. In the two weeks you’d known her, Sabrina had yet to utter a joke in your presence. Suspicion clouded your judgement, since it was no secret amongst the class that Sabrina’s ballet partner wasn’t as talented as she was.

The idea that she might be after Jimin entered your mind while you watched. While you didn’t want to be Jimin’s partner, you also didn’t want Sabrina to be Jimin’s partner.

You were shaken from this thought by Miss Britt clapping her hands.

“Pliés, ladies and gentlemen!”

Miss Britt led ballet class on Tuesdays; right now, she stood at the front of the room while she waited for everyone to echo her movements.

“From first,” she said, adopting the same position. “Little breath on the intro, and – demi plié one, two. Demi plié three, up four. Grand plié five, port de bras six –up seven, eight. Rise to relevé on two! Hold three, four. Grand plié five, up six, tendu to second. Repeat!”

You followed her with half-movements, attempting to mimic her delicate port de bras. The grand plié was fast, which was tricky – you’d need to control your center as you rose from the ground.

“Start on the right,” said Miss Britt, turning around. “Skip third. I want to see you sweating by the end, everyone! Pliés should be as much effort as battements! If I don’t see sweat, we’ll do center barre again next week.”

A ripple of panic went through the class.

Center barre was a time-honored ballet tradition, loathed by all. It involved doing warm-ups in the center of the room instead of at the barre. This required additional strength and concentration; enough to cripple even the most stoic of ballerinas.

As the pianist started, the entire class inhaled and fell into motion. Hips square, core engaged, heels down, head tilted up and to the side. You let each breath you took flow through your body, mirroring the stance Miss Britt had shown.

True to her demand, your muscles were already warm by the end of the first side. Miss Britt made her rounds at the edge of the classroom, stopping occasionally to dole out corrections.

“Your back is arched, Irene!” she called. “There, that’s better. Louis, move through the motion. Save your ballistic stretching for jazz class. Good, good.”

“She’s coming,” Noelle whispered beneath her breath.

Hiding a smile, you ducked your head. Miss Britt was close – you could see her in the corner of your eye as she turned the corner, heading down your row with an eagle’s eye.

Dropping into the final plié, you struggled to keep your hips square while you rose from the ground. Miss Britt stopped alongside you, examining you for a moment before she began to walk forward.

“Heels forward,” she said, correcting your stance. “Imagine everything rotates from the hips. Push down through the ground and out! All motion is powered by the glutes. Yes… better,” she said, begrudgingly moving on.

A bead of sweat rolled down your neck and dropped into your leotard. You knew her praise hadn’t been as genuine for you as it had been for others. Noelle glanced your way from the corner of her eye, but you continued to stare straight ahead. Miss Britt was nearby, and you didn’t want to give her another reason to scold.

As the music came to a close, Miss Britt stopped at the front and began the tendu combination. You were soaked with sweat before rond de jambes ended, only the massive amounts of hair spray and gel you had used holding your bun in place.

Barre lasted over an hour, which was longer than usual. As you and Noelle dragged your barre to the side at the end, you felt your grip slipping on the silvery metal. Trying to stay hydrated, you drank half your water bottle on the side of the room.

The water break didn’t last long – soon you were gathered in the center of the room for adagio. Miss Britt was the kind of teacher who used both hands and feet to relay the combination. You stood on the sidelines and watched; a bit dizzy from how much you’d sweated already. More water before class would’ve been a good thing.

The one positive about the adagio was it was a solo, not a pas de deux. You had ballet partnering classes throughout the week, of course, but oftentimes your normal ballet teachers assigned partner work as well.

This was why Jimin stood beside you, hovering nearby in case he was needed.

Casting a withering glance at him in the mirror, you assumed fifth position and firmly squared your shoulders. Behind you and to the left, Jimin rolled his eyes.

Jaw clenched, you decided to ignore him.

Sabrina stood on the opposite side of the room, paired with Paulo Goncalves, a talented ballet dancer – just not as talented as she was. Before you could look away, she turned her head in your direction. You winced, ready to move but then realized she wasn’t looking at you.

She stared at Jimin. Sabrina looked at him in much the same way mothers examined produce in the grocery store, taking in every angle to determine if it was valuable.

You stiffened when you saw this, unsure what to do. Sabrina’s gaze moved to you before you could blink and when she saw you, she smiled.

It wasn’t a nice gesture.

This was disarming enough that when the music began, your mind went completely blank. The rest of the class started, raising their arms overhead and you could only stare, lips parting in horror. All steps of the combination had flown from your mind.

“Développé devant,” Jimin whispered behind you.

Instantly, the steps returned to your memory. Snapping to attention, you raised both arms overhead. As you caught up to the class, you extended your right leg in the air.

Miss Britt turned in your direction, luckily not noticing your momentary confusion and when she moved on to Brian, you exhaled in relief. As the combination continued, a question mark formed in your mind, and you chanced a subtle glance sideways at Jimin.

A vague sense of confusion settled over you. Jimin had helped you, which seemed extremely out of character for a demon from the depths of Hades.

When you glanced his way though, Jimin didn’t seem to notice anything was off. He looked almost peaceful as he moved through the combination, executing the steps with perfect timing. The sight of this made your blood boil, since the combination was difficult, and he had the audacity to make it look so fucking easy.

Each line of his body radiated grace and control; he truly was remarkable, it made you nauseous to watch. The lightest twitch of his pinky was purposeful, his body held perfectly still as he stepped into arabesque.

You lost sight of him when you penchéd, catching Jimin again in the mirror when you rose. Logically, you knew he was also working hard, but it didn’t show at all. You, on the other hand, were working and looked like you were.

When the combination ended, Jimin breathed easily, barely winded, while you felt as though you’d just run a marathon.

“Y/N!”

Head whipping up, you met Miss Britt’s gaze at the front of the room. For a moment, you panicked and wondered if she’d seen your lapse after all. If there was one thing not tolerated at Russet, it was failing to pay attention.

She looked at you for a moment, as though searching for what to say and then simply said, “Square your hips in arabesque.”

You sagged slightly in relief. “I will,” you promised, but she’d already moved on.

“Irene, less port de bras. Any more flapping and you’ll fly away. Paulo – you’re lagging on your transitions. Stay on the beat. Now,” she said, turning around. “Find your partner. The next adagio is paired.”

Jimin walked forward and came to a stop beside you. You stiffened at his proximity, uncertain what to say.

He’d helped you – Park Jimin had helped and you couldn’t fathom why. For the entirety of your teenage years, Jimin had been your worst enemy; it only stood to reason the trend would continue at Russet. When he glanced at you in the mirror, you found the silence unbearable.

“Thanks,” you said at last.

Jimin turned to face you, surprised. “What for?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him as well. “You know what.”

“I do.” Maddeningly, he smiled. “But I want to hear you say it.”

“Well,” you said through gritted teeth. “We all have things we want but can’t have.”

Jimin was about to respond when you noticed Miss Britt starting the combination at the front. She had one of the students from senior class helping, an incredibly talented dancer named Seokjin. Seokjin was ridiculously beautiful and equally shy. This didn’t stop half the freshman class – girls and boys – from harboring a fat crush on him.

Holding out his palm, Jimin waited until you placed your hand in his. Pulling you close, his other hand went to your waist while Miss Britt began the combination.

“Start in fifth,” she said with Seokjin behind her. “Ladies – relevé one! Hold two. Both plié three, up four. Ladies – right leg to passé and extend seven, eight. Relevé one! Hold two, hold three, four. Bring leg to attitude efface – seven, eight.”

Already, you found yourself sweating and you were only marking the steps. So far, the adagio placed heavy emphasis on the female partner, with the male only offering support. This was frustrating, since male partnering was difficult, but in a different way than for women. Men needed exceptional strength and balance to support their partner, but oftentimes it was the woman executing the more technical steps.

After front attitude, you extended your leg, pliéd and Jimin lifted you up. This required great coordination and timing – both his hands on your waist, he hoisted you into the air. Miss Britt stopped the music at this point to give you a minute to practice.

Not that this helped. While in high school, you’d done minimal partner dancing. Your studio hadn’t had any male dancers in your level; the partnering you had done was mostly female, which was a different expectation than traditional ballet.

The lift was hard and even two weeks into classes, you and Jimin still hadn’t mastered it. You kept smacking Jimin’s chin with your head when you leapt from the ground. This time was no exception – you heard the crack when it happened, a sharp pain radiating from the base of your skull. Jimin swiftly let go, dropping you on your feet.

“Ouch!” he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“Sorry!” you said, whirling around. “Are you alright?”

Jimin rubbed his jaw. “Yeah,” he grumbled. “I’m fine. Let’s just… try it again.”

You nodded and maneuvered dutifully into position, his hands returning to the same spot on your waist. After a deep inhale, you pliéd and jumped – and Jimin immediately dropped you, your feet hitting the floor.

“What was that?” you demanded as you spun around.

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one whose weight was pitched forward!”

“It was not!” Despite this, you frowned. It was possible Jimin was correct on this one. “Let’s just… do it again.”

Jaw clenched, Jimin returned to position and you tried it again. This time was passable; no one smacked anyone’s chin when they jumped and you landed on the right count, but it still felt somehow off. You were working too hard; when you glanced at Noelle and her partner, Eamon, their lift looked so effortless. Such mastery escaped you, slipping through your grasp no matter how often you practiced.

At the next water break, you immediately left Jimin’s side. Going as far away from him as you could, you drank eagerly from your bottle and relished in the silence.

Someone coughed from behind you.

Turning around, your expression instantly soured when you found Sabrina inches away. She had nary a hair out of place and for a moment, you wondered what’d happen if you messed up her bun. You got the feeling Sabrina was used to being in control.

Before you could speak, she took a small sip of water. Her gaze searched the room and landed on Jimin, who was saying something to Seokjin with a laugh.

“He’s talented,” she remarked.

Ignoring this, you drank from your own water bottle. “If you say so.”

Her gaze returned to yours, lips curled in a smile. “I do say so. You know it’s true, too. Jimin is talented, which makes me think you’re the reason you two can’t get that lift.”

Stiffening somewhat, you slowly bent to place your water bottle down on the floor. As you rose, you took a step forward and lifted your chin.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” you told her.

Sabrina’s lip twitched. “Oh. Touchy.”

“You should leave. Isn’t your partner looking for you?”

“Hm, not sure. He might not be my partner for long.”

Unthinkingly, you stiffened. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said.” Sabrina examined the nails on one hand. “It’s a pity Jimin has to be partnered with you when he could have the best dancer in the class. I plan on letting him know I’m available, if he ever wants to switch.”

“Are you seriously–”

“Miss Y/L/N!”

Both of you shut up, your heads snapping sideways and Sabrina immediately took a step backwards. Miss Britt stood before you, but how long she’d been there, you didn’t know. Desperately, you hoped she hadn’t heard the entire conversation.

Sabrina immediately turned away; Miss Britt let her go, which didn’t bode well for you. You’d been holding out hope this had something to do with your conversation, but this didn’t seem to be the case. Miss Britt watched Sabrina leave before she turned to you.

“I’d like to speak after class, if that’s alright,” she said, her voice low.

She didn’t sound angry, which made it even worse. Anger was a fickle emotion; it came easily and left easily. The calmness was worse, since it sounded like Miss Britt had something serious to say.

“Sure,” you said, managing to nod. “I’ll stay.”

She nodded and turned away, walking to the front while you stared at her back. After a moment, you shook yourself free and moved towards the center. A dull roar pounded your thoughts. Thousands of worries pressed from every side, each one more worrisome and insistent than the last.

This was it – you were finished. Russet was kicking you out. Somehow, you’d been sent an acceptance letter in the mail, but it was a mistake and you were being sent home.

When you returned to the center, you dully stood by Jimin’s side. He glanced at you curiously, sensing something was wrong.

“Are you –”

“Let’s just dance,” you said, moving to fifth position.

Jimin wisely let it go, stepping behind you to place his hands on your waist. The pianist began to play and you started the combination but the entire time you danced, your mind was somewhere else. You couldn’t help but think about what Miss Britt might have to say, each possibility you considered being worse than the last.

Things went smoothly for the rest of the class, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Everyone else picked up on steps easier than you did; Sabrina was right about that. Jimin was a talented dancer and he had experience with partnering.

He wasn’t the problem here – you were.

Jimin was quiet for the duration of class, which was unusual. You wondered if he was annoyed by your incompetence and again, your mind flashed to Sabrina’s words. She wanted Jimin as her partner. This made you feel a bit desperate because as much as you didn’t like Jimin, it would be humiliating for him to switch on you mid-semester.

If you were in Jimin’s shoes though, you would consider it. Sabrina had flawless technique, was beloved by the teachers and would only help his star to rise. They also seemed to get along well together, unlike you and Jimin, who were constantly at odds.

Realizing this, your stomach sank. Yes – if you were Jimin, you would consider switching partners.

When the hour hand on the clock finally met the twelve, you hastily gave your applause and bolted towards your dance bag. You lingered here, waiting for class to clear out, but you couldn’t stand being next to Jimin for one second longer. Thanking him had been humiliating enough for one day.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin hesitate before he walked out. The rest of the class began to pack up, chatting with one another while they left the classroom. Miss Britt stood at the front with the accompanist, likely going over music for the next class.

Noelle also paused before leaving, but you told her to go and said you’d catch up with them later. You waited until most of the class had left and then you took a deep breath and walked to the front.

“Miss Britt?” you said, coming to a stop.

She faced you with a smile. “Ah, Y/N! Good, good. Let’s talk. You can go,” she said, dismissing the pianist.

Once she had left the room, Miss Britt again turned to you.

Your stomach twisted in knots. Now that you stood here, the worst kinds of scenarios ran through your mind. Miss Britt would kick you out of Russet; you would have to enroll in second semester at a local college. You’d have to return to your hometown with your tail tucked between your legs and all your dreams of a dance career would be ruined.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted before she could speak. “I didn’t mean to argue with Sabrina in the middle of class like that. It was unprofessional and I promise it won’t happen again.”

Miss Britt blinked. “Well, that’s good,” she said slowly. “But that wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“It… wasn’t?”

A small part of you had been holding out hope that this was it. That you would get a mild talking-to and be on your way soon.

Miss Britt was known as a strict, but fair teacher. When she wasn’t yelling corrections at students across the floor, she came across as laid-back. There was a reason Mr. Vlad was the terror of freshman students and not her. Although Miss Britt was demanding, she tended to offer dancers advice as opposed to cutting them off right away.

“Talking in class is one thing,” she said with a stern look. “I don’t need to tell you how prestigious this institution is. I’m sure other teachers have emphasized that point enough. You’re only throwing away your own time and money by not taking this seriously.”

Your stomach sank, since you did take this seriously and hated the idea that Miss Britt might think you didn’t. It didn’t seem like the right time to interrupt though, so you let her finish.

“More than that,” she said. “I wanted to talk to you about your progress.”

“My… progress?”

“I understand you were a competitive studio dancer before this, Y/N?”

Warily, you nodded. “I was.”

“I thought so.” Gently, she smiled. “I remember your audition tape – impressive, I must say. Your solo was exquisite, and your performance quality was one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

Hearing this, your heart began to swell with pride. Perhaps this wasn’t the terrible conversation you’d been expecting after all.

“But your ballet technique is behind the other students.”

Like a balloon popped, your chest swiftly deflated.

Miss Britt continued. “I see this often in competitive dancers, even if you did ballet in addition to other styles. People who trained as ballerinas before Russet usually have a more solid grasp of the fundamentals. People like Sabrina.”

“Ah,” you said, careful to keep your voice neutral.

“I know Miss Ernst isn’t always the easiest person to get along with,” Miss Britt said. “But she trained at our prep school before she entered the Academy. It might be helpful for you to ask her for some pointers.”

“Right.”

“Or even your partner, Jimin,” she offered, noticing your hesitance. “He’s a studio dancer too, but he trained more extensively in ballet. I don’t know if you know this, but he won the Grand Prix two years ago.”

The Grand Prix was a national ballet competition – no, not a ballet competition. It was the ballet competition. You knew that Jimin had competed and won the Classical Ballet solo category. You hadn’t paid much attention to it at the time, since you hadn’t been there, but Jimin’s smugness the month after remained burned in your mind.

“I may have heard something about that,” you said at last.

“Or someone outside of those two.” Miss Britt gave you a small smile. “I do offer solo sessions, but I’m unfortunately all booked for the semester.”

“That’s alright,” you said faintly. “I appreciate the offer.”

“Of course.” After a moment, her gaze became scrutinizing. “I don’t want you to feel discouraged by this, Y/N. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to have this conversation with a freshman, and it won’t be the last.”

You nodded and hesitated. She may have intended her speech to be comforting, but you couldn’t stop the vague sense of panic which spread through your limbs. The next words out of your mouth left before you could stop them.

“But how many of those students were given an offer to the Company?”

Miss Britt paused, and you glumly realized the truth. Not many.

The Company was what this was all about, of course. Russet Ballet Company was known not only for impeccable traditional ballet, but for their recent expansion into jazz and contemporary. Only fifteen offers to the Company were given to the graduating seniors at the end of four years.

Heart sinking, you realized this meant you were at the bottom. Perhaps not in every dance style; as Miss Britt had noted, your performance quality was exceptional and you were a strong contemporary dancer, but freshman year focused on ballet.

If you couldn’t last the first year at Russet, there wouldn’t be any opportunities later for you to prove yourself.

“Alright,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

Miss Britt straightened. “Find someone to train with,” she said. “Ask your classmates for help. I wouldn’t have this conversation if I didn’t believe you could do it, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you said, trying hard not to cry.

Seeming to realize you had enough to consider, Miss Britt nodded and stepped back to rearrange her sheet music.

“I’ll see you in class next week, then,” she said with a note of finality.

Sensing the conversation was over, you nodded and turned to walk across the room. Fingers tightening on the straps of your bag, you stared straight ahead and focused on something else. Something – anything but the terrifying idea of your dreams crumbling around you.

Coming to a stop at the water fountain again, you filled up your bottle and focused on breathing. Most of your sweat had dried, loose strands of hair sticking to the back of your neck. You screwed the cap on your water bottle, shoving this in your bag to head towards the stairs.

You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear the sound of your name being called until you’d nearly reached the end of the hall.

“Y/N – wait!”

Stopping short, you paused to glance over your shoulder. To your surprise, Jimin was hurrying towards you down the length of the hall. He was dressed in black sweats and a jacket, his hair still slightly mussed from the class you’d just left.

Coming to a stop before you, Jimin cracked a smile. “Damn, Y/N. You walk fast.”

“What do you want, Jimin?”

His smile disappeared. Straightening, Jimin’s fingers played absently with the strings of his hoodie. Some of his usual haughtiness reentered his gaze.

“Why do you always assume I want something?”

“Because I know you,” you said. “That’s how we work. You say something asshole-ish, I respond with something rude and we both move on. So, come on. Out with it.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “I – wow, Y/N.”

You waited a beat.

“Was that it?” Dully, you arched a brow. “Not your best insult, Park. Anyways, if that’s all you have to say, I have to go.”

“What is your problem?” Jimin said, wonderingly when you turned to leave.

Halting your step mid-stride, you stared at the wall for a moment before you turned around. Stalking towards him, a part of you knew that deep down Jimin didn’t deserve this, but it’d been such a long day and you were just so tired. The suggestion to ask Jimin for help was the final straw.

“My problem?” you said, coming to a stop before him. “My problem is having you for a partner.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “Hey. It’s not my fault you messed up in class today, Y/N.”

“Of course not,” you snapped. “It’s never your fault. Perfect Jimin, beloved by every teacher and student.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means!” Realizing how loud you were being, you lowered your voice. “You’re a guy, Jimin. It’s easier for you.”

His jaw dropped a little. “Are you… are you being serious, Y/N?”

“Oh, come on,” you said, giving a bitter laugh. “Are you honestly going to say you’ve never noticed? It’s easier for guy dancers. All the teachers love you because you’re a novelty. You can do the exact same thing as a girl dancer, but everyone looks at you because oo, a boy! Even your fucking center of gravity is higher than women! You have an advantage in dance, and it sucks.”

Jimin’s face had gone slightly sallow while you spoke.

“Some advantage,” he sputtered. “I never felt advantaged when I was strapping myself into a dancer’s belt before class.”

“Oh, how sad. Your penis is uncomfortable.”

“I – let’s stop talking about my dick,” Jimin muttered, his cheeks turning red. “There’s an equal number of girls here as guys, Y/N. I’m not any sort of novelty compared to you, so why don’t you let the past go? Who cares who won between us during high school?”

“Let the past go?” you repeated. “That’s a lot coming from you. You’re the one who suggested our bet in the first place.”

“Whoa, hey.” Jimin frowned. “You’re the one bringing that up now, not me.”

“I’m just bringing it up to prove a point.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I even tried to collect on my winnings.”

Still facing him, you scowled. “You didn’t win.”

“Technically,” Jimin said, holding up a finger. “We said the first person to get three trophies. I got three.”

“Three trophies at competitions we both competed in,” you shot back. “I didn’t compete in the last one, so you didn’t win!”

“A technicality.”

“See!” you said, in clear disbelief. “You’re still harping on this and then you turn around and tell me to ‘let the past go.’”

Jimin’s smile disappeared. “Listen, Y/N. If I had an advantage in high school, it’s gone now. There’s an equal number of girls as guys here at Russet and I’m working just as hard as you.”

“Wrong,” you said. “I have to work twice as hard to get the same result.”

“That’s just not true!”

“It is! That’s the only reason you won against me as often as you did in high school.”

“Hey,” Jimin snapped, finally sounding annoyed. “Fuck, Y/N – are you being serious right now?”

“I don’t know,” you exhaled, tearing your gaze away.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the staircase and willed yourself not to cry. The two of you were being so loud, you seriously hoped Miss Britt hadn’t heard. It would be just your luck to get in a fight with both Jimin and Sabrina on the same day.

Everything hurt. The words from Sabrina and Miss Britt continued to run through your mind and the last thing you wanted was for Park Jimin to see you cry.

“I just – have to go, Jimin,” you managed to say. “I’ll see you later.”

Pushing past him, you avoided eye contact and left him standing alone at the top of the stairs. Jimin didn’t respond, but you heard his ragged exhale behind you as you left.

Shoving open the door to outside, you pulled a sweater from your bag and wrapped this around you. Blinking in the sunlight, you took another deep breath and began to walk down the street.

Jimin wasn’t the main reason you wanted to cry, though he was a part of it. Years of tension, resentment and competition had finally led you to explode – but beneath that, there ran a current of confusion.

Jimin had been waiting for you out in the hall.

Every explanation to this that you thought of sounded ridiculous, since Jimin hadn’t seemed mad or angry when he’d first called your name. An inkling of regret swirled through you and, somewhat uncomfortably, you wondered if you’d misjudged him.

Maybe you really were the only one holding onto this dumb rivalry. It’s just that Park Jimin could be so infuriating without even trying.

He had to know men had the advantage in dance – they always did. It was obvious each time you turned on the TV and watched any dance reality show. Women needed twice the stage presence, athleticism and musicality just to get on the same stage as a guy who taught himself to pop and lock in his basement.

It was even more infuriating because objectively, Jimin was better than you and – rationally – you knew you should ask him for help. This was the logical thing to do, but you couldn’t bring yourself to dismiss your pride. Asking Jimin for help would be like admitting he was better and you absolutely refused to inflate his ego.

A few steps from Grace Hall, your phone dinged in your pocket and when you pulled it out, you saw Finn’s name on the screen. Rather than be elated by this, your heart sank a little. You two had made tentative plans to hang out but right now, the idea of seeing other people made you a bit nauseous.

Finn: hey, babe! Want to grab dinner tonight? My roommate is crashing at his family’s house this weekend, so we’d have the place to ourselves ;) [11:22 AM]

Your thumb hovered over the keys for a moment, wanting to say yes but Miss Britt’s words from earlier lingered in your mind. You were behind your fellow classmates. You needed a teacher, you needed a tutor and at the very least, you needed more practice.

Slowly, you typed out a response.

Y/N: Last minute practice was scheduled for tonight ☹ rain check for tomorrow? [11:23 AM]

Finn responded fast, somewhat disappointed but agreeing to your abrupt change of plans. You didn’t respond, shoving your phone in your bag to walk up the steps of your dorm.

You had lied to Finn. There wasn’t practice tonight, but you knew he wouldn’t agree with your assessment of the situation. Finn didn’t understand your world of dance, which wasn’t his fault. It also wasn’t his fault that his girlfriend had chosen such an intense career path which left little free time. Finn was a normal college student and understandably, he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

Once in your dorm room, you tossed your bag on the floor and slowly exhaled. Noelle wasn’t there, so you stood in the center and tightly closed your eyes. You allowed the silence wash over you, taking several deep breaths and when you finally opened your eyes, you felt a bit calmer.

The day consisted of lunch and two more classes – variations and pointe – but at the end of it all, you returned to your room and changed from your clothes. Tugging sweats and a t-shirt on over your body, you placed your leotard in your laundry and left the room.

Danley Hall was a short walk away; you’d heard from upperclassman that studio space was available on a first come, first serve basis. It got crowded at the end of the semester, when people were practicing for showcases, but it was fairly empty when you arrived at 7:30 PM.

Climbing the steps to the fourth floor, you let yourself into the first empty room you found. Setting your bag on the ground, you waited a moment before facing the mirrors.

The practice room smelled like wood, rosin and whatever cleaner they used on the glass. Outside the room the sun had begun to set, casting misshapen shadows over the floor. Plugging your phone into the speakers, you stepped from your shoes and slowly walked to the center.

As the first notes of music left the speakers, you closed your eyes and inhaled. For the first time all day, some of the tension drained from your body.

With wood beneath your feet, dust motes in the air and a familiar song on the stereo, you finally felt at home. Stretching both arms overhead, you rose on your toes and hung there a moment. When the music changed, you dropped to a lunge and let yourself be pulled by the music, your body one step ahead of your thinking.

Miss Britt was right; you weren’t a ballerina. You had no idea if you ever would be, but this was something known, this was something you were good at and something you loved. This was a moment where you came alive.

The longer you danced, the more frustrated your movement became. So much emotions swirled beneath the surface, frustration chasing each step as you danced across the floor. You tried to stay ahead of it, tried to dance beyond its reach but the emotions caught up in the end, dragging you down and swallowing you whole.

When the song ended, you found yourself breathing raggedly in front of the mirror. Staring at your own reflection, you felt your heart sink. It wouldn’t matter how much you loved this if you didn’t even make it through the first year.

After another moment, you turned and walked towards your phone. Switching the song to a classical one, you took a deep breath and went to stand at the barre.

As the first notes began, you rolled your neck and waited to count yourself in. While you couldn’t bring yourself to ask Jimin for help, that didn’t mean you couldn’t take matters into your own hands. You’d seek out other teachers, you’d find other students and you’d do this barre twice as often until you began to improve.

Opening your eyes, you began grand pliés.

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Girls Interrupted, Chapter 3: Eat Your Heart Out, Pearl Liaison (Vatya) 1/2 - Maeve

A/N: Oh my god, I am back from the hecking dead. I wish that I had gone somewhere, but the truth of the matter is just that I couldn't push myself to write, to create in any way, shape, or form. I struggle with some physical and mental health issues, and they came for me. I'm doing a lot better now, though, and I am so glad to finally be ready to continue this story. I won't say this is perfect (it's pretty short, too, I'd like to call it a toe dip back in), but I've done my best to pick up where I left off with the characters and the plot. I apologize if anything feels a little clunky or off, I'm still getting back into Katya's clown shoes. I hope you enjoy the start of chapter three!

Previous Chapters:

Ch. 1, Pt. 1

Ch. 1, Pt. 2

Ch. 2, Pt. 1

Ch. 2, Pt. 2

Katya had never woken up in a lake, but she had woken up in a pool of her own sweat...on many occasions. Believe it or not, wet clothes didn’t do it for her. Katya groaned, Spending the night between these sheets gives a whole new meaning to the word wet. She peeled her bedding off her body and crept as lightly as she could to her bathroom. Her hair? Drenched. Her nightshirt? Soaked. She made an ugly face in the mirror. At least she could get in a walk before school.

Katya didn’t like to exercise in the slightest, but it was a great way to get rid of excess energy and caused her body to release more of the chemicals it had decided to be stingy with as of late. Thankfully, it was still dark outside at 5:00 in the morning. Katya really only liked being outside when it was dark or dark adjacent. Call her a vampire, but the sun was an asshole in her books; the August weather wasn’t much less of a prick.

Unfortunately, the fresh air that morning had done little to clear her head. Katya was still in a fugue state when she stepped back through her front door. The house was still dark, but Katya knew that her mom would be awake and waiting for her in the kitchen.

Pam Zamolodchikova could best be described as an unshakable woman, a true force of nature. She was no fool, either, but that didn’t stop Katya from trying to rub the sleep from her eyes; she’d hate for her mom to worry. Katya kept her focus on her mom’s flannel robe as she moved to explain herself. “Sorry if I woke you on my way out,” Katya apologized.

“It wasn’t you,” Pam assured her, “It was that damn dog of yours looking for lizards again.” A shit-eating grin spread across Katya’s face. “Yekaterina, don’t you dare,” Pam warned as her daughter failed to suppress a snicker. “It is way too early for your cackling. You’re going to wake your father up.”

Katya pouted, folding her arms across her chest. What was the point in having a dog named Goose if you couldn’t call it a silly goose? Her mom would say she didn’t know how to do so at an acceptable decibel level, but Katya had the sneaking suspicion she was jealous that she didn’t think of it first. “Fine,” she caved, “But I will be demanding payment for my restraint in the form of sustenance.”

“Extorting your own mother, Katya? That’s low even for you,” Pam admonished. Katya stuck out her tongue before scurrying up the stairs on all fours to take a quick shower.

“Are you okay?” Pam asked as Katya took up her usual perch halfway down the stairs. Katya, who was in the middle of toweling off her hair, froze in her tracks. There’s really no good answer, is there? Katy sighed. She gave her head one last shake and tossed the towel down beside her. She needed to come up with something. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just haven;t been sleeping well. It’s probably stress or something.” She gave her mom a small, lopsided smile. Fortunately, hert mom seemed to believe her. Katya felt bad for lying through her teeth—she practically told her mom everything—but she wasn’t about to give her mom another reason to stress. Pam carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, and it was only fair for someone else to shoulder some of the burden at least every once in a while.

“You’ve gotta stop living in your head, Chicky,” Pam repeated the words she’d told her daughter thousands of times before. “If you’re not careful, you’ll miss the life you have right in front of you.” Katya nodded. One of these days she might actually just take her mom’s advice. It sucked ass to be back on this ol teenage bullshit. But when did life not suck? “I need caffeine,” Katya declared.

“There’s Diet Coke in the fridge,” Pam informed. “Don’t forget to take your medicine.” Katya’s mom had made her french toast for breakfast; it was one of Katya’s favorites. She usually had cereal for breakfast. Maybe I wasn’t as convincing as I’d thought? Bummer, Katya chewed on her bottom lip.

Katya was quick to slam her car door shut. If you weren’t fast enough, your baby blue Volkswagen Beetle could turn into a mosquito breeding ground, and Katya didn’t have the time or the willpower to find an illegal market for the unwanted spawn and make some major bank. From the junior lot, Katya could see the cheerleaders conditioning on the track. Oh, to be a primadonna steeping in the ozone sea. Katya was sure that it had to get to a point where you weren’t sure if it were condensation or perspiration coating your skin. You’re just wet. Katya chuckled quietly to herself, hehe...wet...maybe I should pursue a career in comedy. If she were a comedian, she could drop out of high school. Even better, if she dropped out of high school, she might finally be able to stop thinking about two blondes, one sweet as sugar and the other a barrel of monkeys, and the she-demon of a brunette who stared her down as she walked along the sidewalk.

Katya was not brave, she was not mouthy, and yet she found herself sticking her neck out on the train tracks and opening her trap wide enough to stuff a watermelon down her gullet when she knew she shouldn’t. She was going to get herself killed, or worse, targeted. Lady loving made Katya a loon, but she’d be lying if she told herself she would snap out of it any time soon.

It was a B Day, and B stood for “biology” and “bitches”. An hour and a half of reshelving did nothing to quiet the pounding in her ears.

Katya entered Mrs. Yonkin’s classroom like a lamb going to slaughter. No, not a lamb—too cute—like a pig, like a big-bellied sow going to slaughter. Maybe Violet was kosher, or at the very least, not coming to class today. Violet did come to class, though, fashionably late and waving a pink hall pass. The stench of self importance that trailed behind her might have put off casual onlookers, but up close and personal, Katya could see that Violet looked rough—well, as rough as a fashion-forward teenage influencer could look. Her white, retro cat eye glasses were a clear indication of a hangover, and Katya was glad that she’d only taken a bath in her beer if the alternative was unimpressed and undead. She wasn’t quite sure her abstinence had done her any favors, though, considering that she’d still managed to get herself into plenty of trouble. I should probably apologize to Violet...again...Katya sighed, if she’s out and about, she can’t be in too terrible shape, right? Wrong. One of these days, Katya might just learn that when it comes to Violet, she’s usually, if not always, wrong.

The black haired beauty cradled her head in her hand, elbow digging into the plastic of the table.

“Hey, Violet,”Katya began, “Can I talk to you for a second?” No response. She tried again: “Please? I just need a minute of your time.”

At that, Violet scoffed. “If I give you a minute, what’s to stop you from asking for more?”

Katya wanted to pull out her hair. For Peter’s sake, can nothing in life be easy? She groaned inwardly and outwardly, “Look, Lady, I don’t get off on being belittled, would you please just let me apologize for—”

“For projecting your pedestrian feelings onto an unwilling hostage? I have more important things to do with my life than listen to your drivel,” Violet interrupted.

Biting her lip, Katya did her best to produce a confident response, “Actually, yes,” She admitted. You’re entirely right, I shouldn’t have assumed what I did or pretended like I knew what you were going through or feeling. Did you ever listen to that TED Talk about how your brain wants to make the good and smart choices and but then there’s that little monkey that fucks everything up for a good time?”

Violet set her jaw.

“I know, I know it’s like Brenda shut up, you sound like you’ve had six glasses of juice, but I’m going somewhere with this,” Katya plowed ahead. “That fucking monkey has been flinging shit at the walls of my bone palace for years, and sometimes even when things feel dumb, I do them or say them anyways because I need to. I don’t know why, and I’m sorry.” Clearing her throat, she admitted, “I think that I was just in my head a lot that night—that whole day, really. I think there’s just a part of me that feels alone in my struggles, and maybe I was hoping to not be alone, or at the very least let you know that you weren’t alone? It was dumb. I shouldn’t have projected. I’m sorry.” Katya sighed.

“Cry me a river,” Violet deadpanned, turning to face the whiteboard.

Katya whispered to herself, “That’s a good song.” The blonde didn’t know why she’d decided to bend over and show Violet her entire asshole; it didn’t feel great. There’s a particular flavor of emptiness that comes with spilling out the contents of your Hello Kitty purse in front of someone and having them stare pointedly at your protractor, and it tastes like sweaty balls. Oh, JT, Katya lamented, maybe it’s time to put this one legged show pony out to pasture. At the very least she had tried, right? She had done her best and been sincere, and if the she-demon couldn’t accept that, then that was on her, not Katya.

The blonde couldn’t have fled the science hallway any faster. She’d endured the rest of the lecture in uncomfortable silence, and now it was time for her to eat lunch alone. Again. It was almost relieving that she wouldn’t have to entertain anyone. For an hour, she would be alone with her thoughts, and maybe, just maybe, she could convince herself that she wasn’t on the verge of another mental break.

That Monday it was particularly muggy, and that meant that her staircase cubbyhole was damper than usual. Katya scoffed, Well, if anyone is going to have a soggy bottom, it makes sense that it would be me. She pulled out her BMO lunch box and was ready to put a fistfull of ham in her mouth when heard descending footsteps and felt a looming presence stop at her back.

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