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hi... (runs away)

[asceluffy]

Usopp the sharp shooter

cw: short smut, cum play(?), post-ts usopp with opla!usopp personality, crack-ish idk

It’s a known fact the Usopp is the sniper of the Strawhats, and unarguably one of the best sharp shooters in the Grand Line. You fell in love with him when he saved you from a bunch of thieves who threatened to kill you if you didn’t give them your money.

In your rose-tinted view, the bravest warrior of the seas stood mighty from the rooftop where he so effectively took down the thieves with one flick of his slingshot whilst shouting one of his signature moves. You were in too deep admiring the handsome smirk on his face to even notice his shaking legs that day.

Fast forward to the present, you laid on the bed with his weight pressed on you, thrusting into your wet pussy like he hasn’t fucked you for ages.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock baby.” He moans, continuing with a rough pace that sent you over the edge. “Where do you want me to shoot, hmn?” He asks, a clear signal that he’ll reach his climax soonest.

“O-outside, please.” You stutter out, your legs starting to tremble as you feel your own orgasm approaching.

With a grunt he pulled out just in time, pumping his throbbing cock a few times before shooting his cum all over your legs, most of the liquid effectively hitting your clit which drew a long, loud moan from you.

“ ‘S that what you meant by outside, baby?” He leans to whisper in your ear, a cocky smirk plastered on his pretty lips. Before you could respond, he was already rubbing circles around your semen-covered pussy with his fingers, fucking some of his load into you.

After your energy was spent, all you could do was smack him on his chest, which made him chuckle lightly.

a/n: english is not my first language and i’m not much of a writer hehe. i just want to write out my thoughts, that’s all.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 18

This chapter breaks our record at 3.3k words :O

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MASTAPOST

Damian awoke from sleep. He felt his body squish underneath the weight of Danny’s. The older boy had insisted the previous night, citing Damian’s body being unable to regulate temperature in the cold water at night. This had Damian begrudgingly agree to this arrangement, although he had made his displeasure very clear.

He tried to push down the comfort it brought him. Tried to focus on other things.

Like the fact that he was riding a whale. An entire whale. He even had a harness tied to his waist to stop him drifting behind, the rope wrapping gently around the mammal’s fins and around its body snugly.

This moment? This moment right here was the highlight of his young life. Unconsciously, his chest rumbled and purred as his heart pounded with affection for the beautiful creature.

The whale called out to its pod. It seemed the boys had landed on the largest of the pod, a female (he had checked) and likely the mother of the younger members. Damian rubbed the whale’s skin in soothing circles, its blubber smooth to the touch. There, there, big girl. You are doing an exemplary job.

Each stroke of the whale’s body, undulating through the sea send small shockwaves down Damian’s lateral line, a testament to the size and power of the world’s largest animals (although not the largest organism. That title belonged to Pando). After a while, the rhythm settled into Damian’s bones, like a second heartbeat.

He would have to paint this moment when he got home.

Damian looked behind him. Danny was still out cold after the extensive swimming they had done. It was worth it, though. If Damian’s estimates were correct, they were only a week or less away from Panama. Danny’s swimming speed was nothing short of incredible. It was almost like he was intangible, gliding through the waves with barely a hint of water resistance. Damian had feared it would take a month or longer to get to Panama, considering a dolphin’s long-distance swim speed was only around ten miles an hour, but Danny’s celestial navigation suggested they’d covered about seven hundred miles by the time they hitched a ride with the whales.

Panama was so close… From there it would be smooth sailing, or swimming.

Until then?

Damian untied the rope harness. How many of his family could claim to swim alongside a pod of whales? Using his small, streamlined body, Damian launched off the leader’s body, and dashed in front of her. Despite himself, he gave her a small wave. The whale cooed. Despite not understanding her call, Damian could feel a wave of affection, like a caress through the water.

Damian glanced back at Danny, still fast asleep and snoring. Good.

Looking back at the whale, he focused on their deep, bellowing tones. Opening his mouth, Damian repeated the call as best he could, although it sounded much, much higher pitched than the original.

Much to his surprise, the pod leader called back. Damian smiled in a rare unfiltered grin. The whale answered him!

That was it. He needed to learn to speak whale at the soonest possible convenience. This was of the utmost importance. As a regular human, his vocal cords could never hope to reproduce the calls of a whale, but as a siren, a unique opportunity was granted to him. And he would take it, as befitting his bloodline.

As he contemplated how he would proceed with this plan, his fins slackened, and he found himself lagging behind as the leader swam past him. Damian watched in awe as her shadow fell over his body. He trailed underneath her white underbelly, catching the currents cast by her massive fins, and counted the colonies of barnacles occupying them.

He swam back to circle around the other members of her pod. The baby whales (there were babies too!) crooned to him, and he responded in turn, not sure of what it meant, but wholeheartedly delighting in taking part of a world he’d once considered closed off to him.

A mischievous baby, one he christened Dorothy, bumped him with her nose. The force sent him rearing back. He took a moment to rebalance himself, before she came back for more, playfully nudging him. Hah! Two could play that game. Damian bopped her on the nose, then dashed away. Dorothy gave chase, but Damian was smaller and nimbler.

He twirled in the water, diving underneath an older whale’s belly as Dorothy nipped at his tail. He went up and over the elder’s back. Damian dashed underneath the larger whale’s dorsal fin. Peeking stealthily over the edge, he spotted Dorothy in a state of apparent confusion as his seeming disappearance into thin air, or water.

Serves her right for challenging a master of stealth.

Damian’s lateral line spiked. He turned around just in time to spot a second baby coming for him. Damian tutted. What an amateur. He would have to show them how to properly chase a target. Using his vertical mobility, he launched upward and out of the way. Dorothy spotted him again, and continued her pursuit. Now with two pursuers, and more joining in, Damian laughed gleefully as he led them in twists and turns, using the larger adults as obstacle courses, much to their chagrin. At least that was what he assumed the annoyed-sounding squeaks were.

As much of a fast learner as Damian was, however, he was still new to his body. Damian’s fins flexed at the wrong angle, and his arms bend too far forward, causing him to overshoot his left turn. The green and golden siren crashed head first into the pod leader, briefly floating belly up as stars flashed in his vision.

Immediately the babies descended upon him. Dorothea nudged his body with her nose, sending him floating into her friend, who passed him to another baby just as quickly. Soon the babies formed a circle as they passed Damian’s limp body between them like a game of volleyball. Their actions unfortunately only exacerbated his dizziness, and after a few rounds, Damian was about to test whether sirens could vomit underwater.

A striking croon filled the water, causing Damian’s fins to spike up. However, it seemed the call wasn’t for him, as the baby whales scattered and returned to their parents. Dorothea chittered and gave him one last bump before returning to her own mother’s side.

Damian slowly regained his faculties. He shook off the last of the nausea. That could have been dangerous. They were wild animals, and could have seriously injured him. His father would have been furious.

And he wanted to do it again.

“Yo, Damian!” Danny’s voice called out.

Damian flipped his tail and returned to their miniature mobile campsite in a blur. Danny was snacking on some fish from their last raid. Damian frowned. Their food stashes were already running low.

“Breakfast?” Danny offered him a bundle of seaweed, or kelp. It had a pale yellow colour and sported round sacks along its stems, like bladderwrack.

Damian poked warily at the plant matter. They did not pack this in their supplies. “What is this?”

“It’s sargassum. Plant stuff that floats on the surface. Come try it!”

Damian squinted. He found his stomach stronger than it was as a human, capable of eating untreated raw fish (as much as he would rather not) without so much as a stomach ache.

Damian look a strip of sargassum, feeling the texture between webbed fingers. It was slightly slimy, but soft. He poked one of the bladders, causing its air bubble to pop and float to the surface. As he thought.

“If you’re not gonna eat that, I will. I just swam 700 freaking miles and I’m staaaarving.” Danny whined, a childish gesture.

Damian threw it down the hatch. It tasted… salty (but what didn’t taste salty in the ocean?). The texture was tolerable enough. It was no Caesar salad, or Pennyworth’s casserole, but it would do.

“Hand it over.” Damian gestured for the rest of the plant, and his companion obliged.

Damian chewed absentmindedly as he watched Danny unfurl the map they had ‘acquired’ from the Atlanteans. “So we’re somewhere here.” Danny pointed to a spot in the middle of the blue sea, just off the coast of California. “If we keep going south, we’ll be in Mexican waters, and then it’s smooth swimming to Panama.”

A lump of air pushed up his throat. Damian burped. The beginnings of a snicker were on Danny’s face. The smaller boy held his head high, choosing the high road this time, and maintaining dignity.

“As you were saying?”

“AHEM.” Danny coughed. “We’ve got a bit of a food problem.”

He held up the satchels that they had been using to store their provisions. It was worse than Damian had thought. The bags were practically empty, with maybe a snack and a half between all of them.

He chewed on another stalk of sargassum. Its bubbles popped in his mouth and exited through his nose.

“You cannot swim long distances without sustenance.” Energy could not come from nowhere, after all. The same rules applied for many metas, especially the infamous Flash family. They had left their last stop with bundles of supplies, quickly consumed in the matter of hours.

“We need to hunt again.” Danny concluded. “And get some more seaweed.”

Tut. Damian’s fins drooped a fraction of an inch. It was a shame to leave the whales behind already, but they were always going to go off on their separate paths. He just wished they could stay a little longer.

Danny shifted his sitting position. “To be honest, I’m still getting cramps in my tail. 700 miles.” He said breathlessly. “I never knew I had it in me.”

“So our goal is to recuperate, and resupply.” More quality time with the whales! A couple air bubbles slid out from underneath his gills, the ticklish sensation sending him shuddering.

“Yeah pretty much. Now if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna take another nap.” His companion curled up into a large circle, using his tailfin and arms as a pillow, and closed his eyes.

Damian gaped open. “But you just woke up!”

“700 miles, Damian. 700 miles. We can hunt when I wake up.” With that, Danny was out like a light. Even Damian nipping at his sail could not convince the teenager to awaken.

Damian turned around. The baby whales had returned, hovering just out of reach, apparently having been watching the conversation aptly. He supposed this arrangement had its benefits. Damian whistled, and launched off again.

Satellites.

Her parents had fucking satellites.

That answered how they were going to track Danny. Jazz stared wide-eyed at the computer screen on the deck of the SAV, showing a digital rendition of the entire globe. Off the coast California, about a thousand miles south of their current location, a dot blinked black and white. Jazz’s blood went cold. They had her brother’s hydro-signature. They could track him wherever he went. There would be no hiding, except by turning back into a human, but how could she tell him? And how could he accomplish that goal in the middle of the sea?

Jazz could only gape slack-jawed while her father ranted endlessly about their new radar system, a genius innovation created by her mother in just a day. Isn’t she amazing, Brucie? I’ve got the most beautiful, brilliant wife in the world. Just look at the wiring in this baby.

Bruce Wayne nodded dumbly, remaining silent for the most part, occasionally scratching his head and asking a question. He was listening very intently. No one else could hope to endure her father’s rants. She’d seen very strong-willed individuals awkwardly make excuses and shuffle away, only to be roped back in at the last second. No. Bruce Wayne wanted to be here, and he wanted to learn everything he could.

She imagined thousands of drones printed with WE logos scouring the ocean for a scared teenage boy. No Jazz, no catastrophising. She took steady deep breaths, and counted things she could feel with each sensation.

She needed to focus on what she had to power to do right here and right now. The positives: her parents had very wisely chosen not to sell their most useful tech to the GiW. Her mother never trusted them, and her father was still upset at the government organisation for not having recognised them earlier in their career.

That meant no agents in white suits going after her brother, assuming he’d managed to lose them (which was likely).

Her parents also believed she was here to hunt Phantom. That was another positive.

Their new tech had been whipped up in a fever dream-like haze over the course of two days or less.

That meant an easy excuse if any of them malfunctioned.

The bad news? Bruce Wayne could possibly sniff her out, and snitch on her to her parents. That would severely limit her ability to slow them down.

She turned back as her dad began showing off their miniature sonars, eagerly boasting of their range and precision. Bruce Wayne nodded, and asked about their hardware. How they overcame issues with affecting marine life, how they could compact it into such a small case.

That was good news. Arguably. She did not very much like the idea of the world’s richest man funding a crusade against an entire species. But infallible he was not, and all she needed was plausible deniability and a distraction to grant her brother hours. Even days, assuming she even could distract the enigmatic billionaire. There was the very public, very visible himbo dummy persona. What lay underneath the skin was another story entirely.

Then there was the question of how she would even know what to do in the first place. If she just took a wrench and started whacking, it would be made extremely clear who was responsible. If she wasn’t careful, she might even sink the boat. And she refused to put her family in danger. Jazz was going to do this right, and make sure everyone got home safe.

That meant she would need help.

“I’m getting a little dizzy, guys. I’ll head to my room if that’s ok.” She told the conversing men. Their goodbyes floated in the space behind her, distant to her ears.

She entered her little cabin in the SAV. Well, it was her and Danny’s, but for now she was alone. Jazz closed the door shut and locked it. The cabin consisted of a comfortable bunkbed and two desks for the both of them, as well as a (heavily reinforced) window looking out into the vast blue sea. Although not as densely decorated as her room at Fentonworks, it still carried personal affects dotting around its shelves and walls. A picture of Danny’s first beach day here. A photo of them fishing in Hawaii there. An old scented candle sat at the desk, a relic from when she’d tried to get the smell of fish off the SAV when she was ten.

Jazz had no time to waste. Her mother had noted off-handedly that they were already going a hundred miles an hour. That was insane. They’d catch up with Danny within the day.

Jazz calmed her nerves, and collected herself. She swept the room for bugs and listening devices, something her father had taught her once to ward off the feds. Something told her the screaming IRS agent running away from her house did that plenty, but that was neither here nor there. Once done, she threw the sheets off the bunk beds. The mattresses came off and found a new place shoved up against the wall. As sound-proofed as she could make her room, Jazz recited opening lines in her head.

She pulled out her phone, and dialed. It was time to bust the hatch open.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mrs Foley!”

“Jazz! It’s great to hear from you. I’m so sorry about Danny, I-”

Jazz cut her off. “Actually, about that. Can I please speak to Tucker? I’d like to have a word with him.”

A pause. “Sweetie. Tucker’s been grounded until further notice.” Mrs Foley’s voice ground out at the last two words. It didn’t seem pretty for Danny’s friends.

“I know, but this is urgent.” Jazz stressed.

“He supported Phantom, Jazz. My baby boy committed computer crime for that monster. I just- I just don’t know what’s going on. No. Tucker needs to serve his punishment. And then after- after- after that I don’t know.”

“I know you’re in shock, Mrs Foley. So am I. But have you considered that he might be in grief, too?”

The line went quiet.

“Danny isn’t just my little brother. He’s Tucker’s best friend in the whole world. Tucker’s an honorary little brother to me. Doesn’t he deserve to know what’s going on with him?”

Mrs Foley took a moment of silent deliberation, and sighed. “You’ve got a way with words, Jazz. Fine. I’ll call him down.”

“Oh, and Mrs Foley? Can we have a bit of privacy as well? I think Tucker will need some space for this conversation.”

A minute later, Tucker showed up as promised. “Oh sweet technology. How I’ve missed you so…”

He sounded tired. Incredibly tired, despite his open relief about being able to touch a phone. Not only that, but it sounded inauthentic. Almost performative. “Tucker, stop caressing the phone. I have news about Danny.”

Tucker’s breath hitched. “Do you know where he is?”

Jazz took a deep breath, forcing her shoulders to relax. The moment of truth. “I know what happened to him.”

“Jazz I swear Phantom had nothing to do with it, you gotta-,”

“No Tucker. I’m talking about six months ago.” Jazz looked behind her, listening for any footsteps outside her door. “I saw him in the water three months ago. I saw him changing.”

Her brother’s life was at stake. She chose her words very, very carefully, as vague as possible.

Tucker gasped. “W-what do you mean? D-Danny goes swimming all the time. Wait a minute-”

The line went dead. Panic threatened to tilt Jazz off course. Did she just blow her only chance? No. Think rationally. Tucker was a smart kid. A genius with tech. He probably realised anyone could listen in on his house’s landline. That boy went through PDAs like old clothes; he had to have a few burners spare.

Her phone rang again, and Jazz could have cried in relief.

“What are you gonna do with Danny’s secret?” Tucker hissed, accusation plainly audible.

“My parents have a radar to track him across the world. They have a dozen new weapons to fire on him with. They have an engine that can accelerate the SAV to a max speed of 200 miles an hour. I need you to tell me how to sabotage each and every one of them.”

Tucker choked on the line. “You s-serious?” He said, nakedly vulnerable, like she was about to pull the rug out at the last moment.

“Danny’s my little brother. I’d do anything for him. And I’ve always critiqued my parents’ obsessions as unhealthy. Tucker, I don’t know what half of this stuff does. You’re my only hope. You’re Danny’s only hope.”

Her honorary little brother gulped. When he spoke next, it was like his resolve had been dipped in liquid steel. “I’m right on it.”

She heard thunderous clacking through the line. It looked like Mrs Foley’s punishment was not as airtight as the woman thought it was…

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There's a worker there when Pac wakes up - it's the first worker anyone has seen since returning to the island. They're in Ramon's nook, doing something with his IV and taking notes in a book.

Pac immediately grabs Fit; the man is awake in seconds.

"Pac?" he asks, more awake in moments than Pac could ever be.

Pac puts a finger to his lips, then points at Ramon's nook.

Fit looks over, and Pac sees when he notices; immediately Fit is on his feet, storming over.

"Oi," he calls. "What are you doing with my son?!"

The worker hesitates a moment, finishing what they are doing before grabbing another book, and stepping down. It takes them a moment to write, Fit quivering with tension while Pac's hands wrap themselves in knotts.

The book is passed to Fit, who holds it where Pac can see.

'I am WA008,' it reads. 'I have been transferred from the Federation Infirmary to tend the EGGS.'

"You're a, er, doctor?" Pac asks, squinting at them - they look like every other worker on the island, bar the blue surgical mask they are wearing.

They nod.

"How are they?" Fit's attitude does not quite entirely flip, but he's bitten down the the edge. "When will they wake up?"

Scribbling again, this time for much longer - Pac can see WA008 flip to multiple book pages.

'All six EGGS here are in critical condition. The EGG named Dapper's condition is less serious, so is resting elsewhere. All seven eggs are responding well to treatment. Their injuries are complex, and further complicated by radiation sickness for these six. I do not know how long healing will take. They are not yet stable enough to survive infection, please refrain from breaking past the barriers. They are for the safety of the EGGS. Only myself, WB011 and WB022 are permitted here, and only if clean. They are my assistants and are also caring for the EGGS.'

Pac clings to Fit's arm as he reads, Fit reaching up to squeeze his hand as he frowns at the words.

"They will be okay though, right?" Pac glances around the children. "Richas? Leo? Tallulah?"

WA008 nods.

"What injuries do they have?" Fit's voice remains harsh, but he has clearly backed off even further with the news. "You must have more information."

WA008 pulls out the book they were writing in earlier, quickly adding a line, and then having it over. Fit tucks the other book into his bag before reading it.

Inside are more complete medical records for the eggs; Pac cannot translate all of the medical terminology, but he understands the numbers well enough. Assuming they are accurate, it seems WA008 is speaking true; their conditions are improving, and Dapper's - on the first page, arriving soonest - are better, and their immune systems are in shambles. Fit glances at him; Pac nods, and rests his head on Fit's shoulder.

At the end of the records book is a request to give it back. Pac sees Fit quickly photograph each page before it is returned.

WA008 waits for a moment, before nodding to them both, and letting themself into Chayanne's nook instead.

"They were telling the truth?" Fit quietly whispers.

Pac nods, "my English is not good enough but... The numbers are right."

Fit shudders, then nods. His eyes are closed for a long moment; when he opens them again, he gently removes Pac's hand from his arm.

"Hey Doc!" Fit calls.

WA008 turns to look at him, summoning another book.

"You should probably give Bad a check over. He's not doing too good."

"Maybe all of us need a doctor," Pac adds. "Purgatory was bad."

Unlike every other time, WA008 hesitates. When the book comes this time, their body language reads almost apologetic.

'I do not have time.' this one reads. 'The other medical staff are sick, or working on quarantine wards. I must give my time to the EGGS. If you are still conscious, I do not have time to treat you. Emergencies and EGGS only.'

"Bad is... Kinda an emergency. He's bleeding everywhere and has big head trauma."

WA008 visibly winces, gesturing for the book back. To the end they add, 'I'll ask WB011 to check in when he visits Dapper. It is unlikely we will be able to provide proper treatment at this time, but he can ensure Resident BadBoyHalo is not going to die. Head injuries require more resources to fully treat than we have available.'

"That's kinda shit, then," Fit replies.

WA008 seems visibly distressed, but nods in agreement.

"Three workers for seven critically ill eggs is not enough," Pac quietly tells Fit. "As it is they won't be getting to sleep properly."

Neither of them like that knowledge at all, but it's true.

"And what is it going to cost us?" Fit asks.

'I am not being paid for this. If someone tries to charge you, stab them and I will introduce them to my needles *-*'

"You're sure?" Pac asks. "Medicine costs a lot if you have to buy it..."

':) says it is so you enjoy the island, and all workers serve the island. I want to make people better.'

:) is... Cucurucho. Pac supposes that makes sense; however much he doesn't want Richas in Federation hands, he knows they don't have the expertise to help his son.

Or any of the eggs, for that matter.

"Alright. I'll believe you for now," Fit takes a deep breath, then waves towards the Federation Doctor. "Good luck out there, fellow worker."

WA008 perks up a little, but the wave they give Fit as they hop back into Chayanne's nook is definitely stressed. With a tug, Fit leads Pac back towards the beds where the collection of parents have been staying.

"They're that bad but there isn't a doctor always here?" he frowns.

Pac shrugs, "probably have warp plates and monitors. If Mike had to treat seven people, I'd do it so he could sleep. It's not good but... It's better than a sleep deprived doctor missing things."

"Mike's a doctor?"

"No," Pac shakes his head a bit. "But... We didn't always have access to one, so he learnt."

'Never had access to one' would be more accurate, but Pac doesn't say it. Fit, at least, seems to understand; he just nods.

"Yeah," Fit says. "A lot of guys like that in the wasteland. It's a useful skill if you need to trade something."

Pac isn't sure what to say to that, or to the distant look on Fit's face. So he just hums, and leans against him once again.

Fit's arm comes up, and nervously tucks him closer. Pac snuggles in.

"They'll be okay?" Fit says it like he means it to be a reassurance, but instead it sounds like a question.

"They'll be okay," Pac repeats back, a little more certain.

Together they watch WA008 tend to their children, taking readings and changing dressings and IV bags. Pac doesn't see them do anything wrong, or especially dangerous, and so he allows himself to relax. They seem calm, too, or as calm as they were after the interruption at least. It's unlikely there are new complications then - with radiation and long-open wounds in play, its always possible.

"We should get gifts for them," Pac says. "For when they wake up."

"That'd be nice," Fit's calmer now, too, drifting a bit. "We can get started in the morning."

Pac nods, and slips down to lie on the bed. After a few moments of looking at the pillow, he places his head in Fit's lap instead.

There's a startled noise, and Pac hides his smile.

"Good night, Richas," he calls to his unconscious son, before turning his head and whispering. "Good night, roommate."

Fit puts a hand on his shoulder, body and voice both stuttering a little, "yeah, um, g'night roommate. Sleep well."

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happy weds!!! New kings??

1-17-24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | New Kings AU

"Andrew, this was the soonest I could have reasonably recruited Neil." Wymack says, "When I woke up, Janie Smalls had the offer and I had no way to get Neil a contract," Wymack explains. "Her dad called right before our game and I booked those tickets the second I could." he says.

"You should have come here for him sooner." Andrew hisses.

"I didn't know that you kids could come back." Wymack says voice even, "If I showed up and just offered Neil an empty promise or tried to take him back what do you think he would have done?" Wymack asks.

Kevin watches Andrew's hands shake as they grasp Wymack's collar.

"He would have run Andrew." Wymack answers his own question in the face of Andrew's refusal to respond.

1/31/24 WIP Wednesday Ask Options: HERE

[sweet-coffee-milk-tea]

I Need Genuine Help

Don’t worry it’s not that serious but still serious enough to me.

I’ll probably not get a response, this is my most active account online and that’s saying something.

I am going to go trigger happy with tags just to get this post out there so I apologize in advance!

Respond to this send me an ask reblog I don’t care just help me lol.

I don’t know what to do I have to many ideas and no one in my life to help me.

No it’s not mental health and no it’s not that I don’t have anyone I just don’t have anyone who will know how to help me with this.

I am overwhelmed with so many ideas so many stories I want to create in so many different mediums and my brain won’t let me choose one.

I don’t even have a hyperfixation that I can lean on right now to get going with like fanfiction/art.

So I’m stuck in a limbo bursting with creativity but no outlet.

There is another issue

I am exhausted after work and rather let my ideas whirring around in my skull things on easy mode while I watch shows that bring me up.

But that’s not creative, it’s gotten to the point that jotting down my ideas aren’t enough I need to do something.

But everyone I know will tell me to go the capitalist route and pick the one that can make you money the soonest even if it’s not what I am enjoying most at the moment.

But I can’t do it, call it undiagnosed adhd/autism or me being stubborn as fuck but I want to enjoy what I do I am incapable of starting anything if I don’t enjoy it so this is where you all come in.

Help me pick?

What is my limited range of people who can hear my voice interested in the most?

I am going to be doing all of these I am unable to keep away from all my ideas

My issue is taking the first step I would appreciate my audience/community to say what they want to see out of the choices I want to pick so at the very least I will have like one person interacting with my stuff.

So this 31 year old gayby is asking for help thank you for your time!

Love you all out there!

[yaboyhoney]

Ooo is it possible if you can write a drabble about the confession part on the piers x reader x raihan one?

Raihan x GN Reader x Piers

"So how are we gonna do this?" Raihan asks Piers. The two were on a coffee date; gym leaders typically all get the same days off together.

"You gotta be more specific, love, we just sat down," Piers said with a breathy laugh.

"That isn't what I'm talking about, it's about them." This gets Piers' attention faster than you could blink. The two had confessed mutual romantic feelings for the same person, a close mutual of theirs. This particular friend is the whole reason why Raihan and Piers were able to confess their feelings to each other to begin with. But with recent times, they noted a yearning for their friend, wanting to include them in a potential polycule.

There were several factors in their way though, such as not knowing how their friend would react is a big factor.

"Do you even know if they like men?" Piers asks first. "In all the time I've known them, they've dated a woman...Well up until recently, maybe two years since...well...you know." Piers is mentioning an old ex their friend had. They were clearly not good for each other.

"Nah," Raihan says with a loud laugh, "They're so down bad for men. I follow their nsfw blog." Piers' deadpan stares at Raihan. "You'd be surprised but our little friend is naughtier than they appear to be. As cute as they are, they're filled with dirty little secrets."

Piers lets out the kind of laugh where you exhale harder through your nostrils. "You're right about the cute part...not sure how accurate you are about them having secrets. Considering how much we know about them."

"So how should we do this? If we're not fast enough, someone else might catch their attention. Not that there's anyone better than us though."

"Us both giving Applins... Could be a start but I'm not sure how they'd feel with two extra mouths to feed," Piers sighs. Giving an Applin, a well known dragon type Pokemon, is seen as a romantic gesture to indicate one's confessions. "They have enough Pokemon to care for, if you consider it." "Yeah, an Applin's not flashy enough either for my personal taste. It would be nice to do something more...unique. Personal to both of us. The three of us."

"I think it'd be better if we confessed at the same time, as opposed to doing it separately for sure," Piers recommends. "That way it doesn't insinuate we're cheating on each other. But doing a double confession takes away individuality." Raihan bites his inner cheek. Piers is right about that. Piers could have easily dedicated a solo concert whereas Raihan could have done a fun and intense battle to confess instead. "Taking them on a vacation somewhere just to confess could end poorly if they don't reciprocate either, wouldn't it? If they don't respond positively..." "They're gonna!" Raihan protests back, but after a moment of silence he does agree. If the three of them went on a vacation together and their friend didn't like them back, they'd be the third wheel for the entire trip.

The two agonize in a small silence before the waiter comes to pick up their order. A caramel latte for Raihan and cup of hot tea for Piers, along with their usual meal order.

"I do have one idea. Not sure how much you're going to like it though," Piers finally says.

"Well out with it, we got no other plans."

"How good are you at singing?"

~~~

You let out a long yawn as you exit the university school dorm room. It had been a long day of studying! After working several good years at Pier's gym as his stage manager, with some encouragement from your two favorite boys, you decided to go back to school.

You read a message in your group chat, Raihan and Piers were wondering if you wanted to hang out with some karaoke. "FUICK YEAH!!!" you type back. "Where at?" The two instruct you to come to Pier's place, as per usual.

You hop on to the soonest taxi and fly over to Spikemuth. The locals there recognize you and yell out your name gleefully as you walk down the streets. Despite the rough and gritty nature the city has, it's a second home to you. You walk right up to Pier's door, knocking on it twice and yelling to announce your arrival before using your own key to unlock and enter inside.

But once you step inside, Pier's usual monochromatic apartment seems to have changed. They were roses everywhere adorning each step, there was beautiful ambience lighting that made the room feel like you were walking through stars, and soft music playing.

You enter the apartment to see Pier's playing a bass, practicing it seems. It'd been years since you've seen him pick up an instrument. "Hey boys," you say with a warm smile. "What's the occasion? We haven't done this in a while."

"We like you," Raihan is quick to say first. Piers shoots him a look, wanting to have done the song at least first. "This song's for you, we uh..."

"We learned it," Piers finishes Raihan's sentence. "It's not ours but it conveys how we feel about you....but it could be our song after."

You stand there, eyes wide in shock, jaw dropped slightly. Before you could say much more, Piers presses a button and the track starts to play as he accompanies it with his bass.

Raihan for once feels nervous, this wasn't the same kind of tension he'd feel with facing a losing battle. But with a soft and yearning heart, he sings as Piers plays. The whole piece is so soft and yearning. You can't help but to smile, hiding your face with your hands every so often as the two catch your gaze. You sit there in the most serene peace you've ever felt in years.

When the song is over, both of the boys stare back at you, a momentary pause of silence between you all. "Can...Can I kiss you guys?" you ask, your face burning red. "Finally!" Raihan exclaims. "Yes, you may," Piers says back warmly.

You kiss them both on the cheek lightly, still feeling rather apprehensive over the whole ordeal, but the two boys go along at your pace, kissing your face at the same time.

The night wasn't over though! You were promised karaoke after all.

[srbachchan]

DAY 5431

Jalsa, Mumbai                   Dec 28/29,  2022                Wed/Thu  7:34 AM

🪔💖 , December 29 .. birthday wishes to Ef Pamela Arora .. Ef Nilesh Madia .. Ef Hardik Shah .. and Ef Arti Adhiya .. Love .. 🌿

there is a rush for the night and a rush for the morn ,

be not disturbed nor be forlorn  ;

I am but here and but not here yet , 

Shall be back, soonest you may like to bet ..  

AB

so there is travel .. and shall be with you later .. but till then remember that even though some may feel that I ignore comments, but I do not .. though the suggestion given was it would be nice if I were to respond to some of them .. 

I am trying .. 

will certainly follow Ef advice .. 

love 

Amitabh Bachchan

[stardusthuntress]

Follower Celebration!!!

YOU GUYS!!! Thanks to you all, I’ve passed both the 99 and 104 followers marks before I got a chance to do anything!!! YOU DA BESTEST!!!!

How crazy is that???

Also sorry for vanishing for a while there, needed to take a break and focus on helping family during the holiday season. I love my family, but they do require an awful lot of effort these days, so I had to limit myself on here to just reading you guys’s stuff, but I’m back now!

SO, I thought that made it time for an update!!!

I’m working my way towards a big deadline at work in ~1 week, and then I’ve got a bunch of WIPs I want to finish up and post!!!

Also in the process of learning how to use AO3 so I can post stuff on there and support other fellow writers!!!

AND gonna attempt to make a form for my taglist!!!

And if you tagged me in something and I haven’t responded, I promise it’s up next on the stuff I wanna catch back up on!!!

And for a fun follower mile marker celebration I wanted to ask you guys for your thoughts on what you’d like to see finished soonest! I don’t get much chance to interact with you all on here since I don’t exactly take requests, but I do like to hear back from you guys about what you like to read the most!

Side note, this doesn’t guarantee I’ll be able to find the inspo to finish whatever wins the most votes/comments next, BUT knowing that’s what people want to read does help me find the motivation to sit down and finish up a current WIP instead of steering another new WIP…. Hehehe!

And, again, ALL of these will eventually be finished, just might take some time to do so. This is simply a quest to discover what you guys is most hungry for rn!!! So pick your fav, pls!!!

Taglist: @bambambunny @cw80831 @amorfista

[psychospore]

A Blood Pact

A/N: I just watched Only Lovers Left Alive and I love it so I wanted to make something out of it. Hits too close as I am a Clinical Lab Scientist (I've worked in blood banks before). I enjoyed writing this - be back working on my Loki fics soonest 🥰

Summary: You and Adam had a mutual agreement - exchanging his knowledge for your well-coveted blood.

Word count: 938

Warnings: mentions of blood, details of performing phlebotomy/bloodletting

After Dr. Watson's sudden disappearance. You've managed to take his place at the hospital's blood bank. You are aware of a certain Dr. Faust, a frequent visitor of the Doctor and you are well aware as well that he is Adam, a depressed, reclusive musician who is also a vampire.

It was the middle of the night, and you are working alone processing blood - taking samples as you scanned them under the microscope when you heard the door creak behind you.

"Where's Dr. Watson?" A cold, chilling voice resounded behind you. You turned around and saw a tall, pale man, donning a green scrub suit underneath the laboratory coat, a surgical mask, and a surgical cap. What made it bizarre was the frazzled hair underneath, the dark glasses, and the vintage stethoscope that hung around his neck.

"I am afraid to tell you that Dr. Watson is no longer employed in this institution. He was relieved of his duty not too long ago," you responded as you turn your swivel chair to face your visitor.

"That is unfortunate news, has he left anything for me," his voice muffled under the mask.

"He has not. His departure was sudden but I have an idea of what you might be looking for," you answered as you took your latex gloves off.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean" he cautiously replied.

"Dr. Faust... Such a fine name, is it not Adam?"

Tension rose as he starts to scan you with his eyes for any signs of hostile behavior, standing defensively.

"Do not fret, I am not here to implicate you. Rather I'd like to offer a proposal,"

"Go on," his brow furrowed at your words.

"I offer you, blood - I practically control the blood here in this hospital, whatever goes in and out. If that's not enough, I offer you my own blood - O negative and uncontaminated, just how you like it" you offered him

"I cannot possibly suck your own blood, you will get turned and I won't risk it," his deep voice responded.

"silly man, of course, you won't have the luxury of sucking it straight from me. I'll have it drawn right in front of you so you can rest easy that the supply is fresh," you answered.

"why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"

"I need your great mind. Someone close to me has been turned by one of you. I'm so close to finding a cure but I would need your help to find the answer," you sternly answered, he can see the determination in your eyes.

"you've gone to such great lengths but I assure you, your efforts would be fruitless. This affliction is irreversible and I know" he rebutted against you.

"Maybe, but it is worth a try. Indeed, I've gone a long way - even manipulated my way here so I could get closer to you but I swear I'm further along with my research than what you think"

"Fine, but the blood?" He questioned.

"oh right - give me 15 minutes" as you scrambled to get the things you need for the phlebotomy. He sat a few feet away from you.

You decided to use a Heparin blood bag, able to hold as much as half a liter of blood without clotting it - although it doesn't last very long compared to usual preservatives, it's a natural blood anticoagulant and you know he will consume your blood in no time so it wasn't really an issue. You placed the empty blood bag on the shaker, so it could constantly agitate the drawn blood, evenly spreading the anticoagulant.

You took off your lab coat to expose and extend your arm and lay it securely on the table. You saw in your peripheral view how intently Adam was looking at you. You wrapped your upper arm firmly with a blue tourniquet, palpated the site, then carefully wiped the site of entry first with a swab of alcohol, then povidone-iodine. Once it dried, you unsheathed the 18 gauge needle attached to the blood bag.

With one swift motion, you punctured your median-cubital vein using the large needle and a surge of blood ran straight toward the blood bag. The pressure was strong enough that the blood bag was filled in less than 10 minutes. You gently tugged off the tourniquet, and covered the site with gauze before pulling the needle out and sheathing the cover back. You pressed firmly on your punctured wound to stop the bleeding but Adam seemed to catch the scent of the fresh blood as his head was knocked back baring his fangs - you realized that he pulled down his mask, revealing a well-chiseled face underneath.

You carefully packed the filled blood bag and handed it to him. "Here you go. Come visit anytime if you need some more."

He looks at you with sheer lust looming in his eyes - he wanted to burrow his fangs on your exposed neck as he feasts on you then and there, your scent was too exquisite, too surreal, unadulterated blood pulsating through your veins - which he tried to fight off by hurriedly grabbing the blood bag and stuffing it inside his leather bag. He tried handing you a wad of cash but you told him to save it for later. He didn't complain anymore as the scent of your blood was starting to overwhelm him.

He took a deep sigh as he drove off from his car, which you saw as you peeked through your window. You were utterly sure he'll be back soon enough as you resumed where you left off.

[ode2rin]

warning: heavy angst | death

“did you notice any movement?” were the first words that escaped shoko's lips as she entered the room. she didn't spare a single glance for her friend, gojo satoru, who seemed to be spending every second of his life peppering kisses on your hand.

gojo muttered something under his breath, but shoko couldn't care any less to clarify as it was followed by a humorless chuckle from the white-haired. must be one of his antics, shoko thought.

with her back still turned to the couple and still preparing antibiotics, shoko continued, “are you sayin’ something? step aside, i have to check on them.”

“...ten fifty-four.” he whispers.

“what?”

“it's ten fifty-four.” gojo repeated, his tone now laced with a raw, undeniable heaviness. “you have to write that down, right?”

shoko froze.

the monitor. 

she’s not hearing any sound coming from the monitor. the oppressive stillness in the room bore witness to a harsh truth that shoko had failed to acknowledge.

slowly, she turned to face gojo, and the sight of him made her wish she never turned around.

in the sterile confines of this hospital room, amidst the delicate balance of life and death, even a seasoned doctor like her found it nearly impossible to discern who was more lifeless between you and gojo. 

he had his blindfold hanging around his neck, the dark fabric a stark contrast to the white-painted walls. his eyes remained fixed on your lifeless body, holding your right hand against his cheek as though he clung to it as the sole remnant of your presence.

gone was the once radiant luster that danced in his blue orbs. in their place, all that it houses was emptiness. his eyes were red-rimmed, on the precipice of tears, and his lips bore the stain of blood, as if he bit down with all his might to stifle the screams that clawed at his throat.

“it used to be the warmest place i’ve ever been. and now, it’s cold, shoko. it’s too cold,” gojo mindlessly muttered, and it didn’t take long for shoko to realize that he was referring to your hand resting against his cheek.

shoko felt her heart sink even deeper at his words. but she couldn't give up now; she had to try. she needed to say something, anything – because she had failed once before, and failing again was a fate she couldn't bear as a friend.

“they are with you, gojo. forever – they are with you. you are not alone,” shoko hurriedly assured him, her words a desperate attempt to offer comfort.

gojo responded with a humorless chuckle, his grip on your lifeless hand gentle as he kissed your fingers one by one. then, he turned to his friend, his eyes devoid of the spark of life.

“look at me, shoko,” his voice was devoid of emotion, as if he had given up on the very idea of feeling. “ this is the second time you and i are here. so, what does this make me if not finally alone?”

as gojo's words hung heavily in the air, shoko found herself at a loss for how to respond. she turned her back and bit her lip as she reached for that chart she dreads to fill out once again.

he’s right. shoko was there as much as she’s here. she remembers december 24th as much as she will remember 10:54 am.

and most of all, shoko will forever remember how cruel fate is to bring gojo and her to this moment once again — with him at the bedside and her tasked with recording yet another time of death.

note. don't mind me posting an old draft bec i'm happy rn !!!!!! i won the election so here's a lil somthing inspired from that one grey's scene :D will get back to all of you soonest !!

[tuesdayisfordancing]

fuckin. wrote up a detailed summary of “here’s how my ankles are getting worse and every single thing I’m doing and not doing” to send to my PT so he could maybe figure out what’s wrong and it’s like three times longer than the length limit for messages in the patient portal. So now instead of a detailed summary that he can look at and respond to at his leisure I’m waiting for him to call me back between patients so I can rush through giving all the same information and maybe he can just. figure out the problem during a five minute phone call. HELPFUL SYSTEM! I guess it’s to incentivize people to actually make appointments for complicated issues and not try to get all their medical care by email but given that my ankles are alarmingly fucked now and my next appointment in 20 days was his soonest I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE A MESSAGE.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Weird

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Thirteen

A JSE Fanfic

Time to visit the boys again and see what they’re up to! Everyone, including Stacy, meets up to talk about what they saw at the planetarium, and they come to the conclusion that more people must know about the strange stuff going on in town. Jackie volunteers to check it out a second time. Then, some time later, Marvin and JJ get a visitor in the middle of the night. And yeah. Fun :D

++++++++++++++++++++

Though Chase, Stacy, and Marvin had filled JJ and Schneep in on their little adventure, they all agreed that Jackie needed to know, too. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t know just because he hadn’t gone on the field trip. Chase texted him on the bus ride home, saying, Hey its chase. Some weird stuff just happened at the planetariam n we need to talk about it. When can we meet up with u?

Jackie responded later that day. My dad wants me to focus on my school stuff this year so Im pretty busy. But on Friday I can meet you guys at Zellys around 5. Thats the soonest time. Also its spelled planetarium.

Chase didn’t think that last comment was fair. He knew how it was spelled, he just blanked in the moment.

Friday worked out for everyone, even Stacy. Though Chase heard her mutter something about how it would be tough to convince her parents. He briefly considered going ahead without her if she couldn’t make it, but that wouldn’t be fair. After what happened in that weird planetarium basement, Stacy was in this, same as the boys.

The rest of the week passed without anything of note happening. Chase felt a little nervous in his Chemistry class, since Mrs. Karter had been one of the adults they’d overheard talking in the basement. That made him feel... What was the word? Uneasy. That’s it. He felt uneasy around her. After all, they had no idea what she or that other man had been talking about. Why did they know about the planetarium basement? Did they know about the rest of the stuff going on around town? About Anti and the greenlight? There was no way to know. Mrs. Karter didn’t act weird. She was just another teacher. Most of the kids thought she was nice, but Chase couldn’t feel that way.

On Friday, Chase asked Mom if he and Schneep could meet up with their friends at Zelly’s. She said yes, as long as they didn’t fill up on ice cream. After all, five o’clock was close to their usual dinnertime at six. Chase promised they wouldn’t eat too much. But really, he didn’t believe you could eat too much ice cream. Schneep promised and actually meant it. In fact, he lectured Chase about “nutrients” and “balance” on the car ride to Zelly’s, something Mom found funny. Sometimes Chase still couldn’t believe Schneep was related to him.

Zelly’s had been extremely crowded during the summer, but business had died down now that kids were in school and families didn’t have time to go out for ice cream. It was still pretty full. Many of the tables had people, but at least there wasn’t a line at the door. Chase could easily pick out the booth where Marvin and JJ were waiting. He and Schneep hurried over there. “Hey guys,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Uhhhhh not much,” Marvin said.

Chase waited for him to keep talking, but... that was all he wanted to say, apparently. An awkward silence passed between the four boys as Schneep and JJ instinctively also waited. Then JJ started signing, as if to make up for his brother’s quietness. Classes are really picking up by now, aren’t they? The first week of school is an easy period. But now the teachers are starting to get serious. I’ve already had a pop quiz in English, though the teacher said it was more to test our starting knowledge.

“Oh yeah, I had one of those in math!” Chase nodded. He sat down in the booth, sliding onto the bench across from the twins. “It was really tough. I mean, how do people expect us to remember stuff after months?”

“Chase, are you a goldfish?” Schneep asked, sitting down next to him.

“Huh? No, why the heck would you say that?”

“Because a goldfish has a memory of three months,” Schneep said. “And human memory lasts for a lot longer.”

Marvin laughed. “Wait, really? I thought goldfish only had a few seconds of memory.”

“That is a common, ah... miscon—m-misconseep—misconsahhh... mistake.”

Misconception? JJ asked, spelling out the word.

“Yes, that! How do you say that out loud?”

“Misconception,” Chase said.

“Mis-con-cep-tion,” Schneep repeated, sounding it out carefully. “Well, where is Jackie? And Stacy?”

We haven’t seen her, but Jackie is just getting off of work here, JJ explained. We saw him walking around while we were waiting. He said he’d be here soon.

“Great! Oh, you got menus.” Chase picked one up, despite already knowing what he wanted to get. “Mom gave us ten pounds to buy stuff, and I have a few quarters in case we go over.”

“Quarters?” Marvin repeated, confused.

“Oh, sorry, uh... I’ve never really gotten used to the money here.” Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out some loose coins. “I mean these ones.”

10p coins, JJ said, leaning forward for a better look. And one 20p.

“Riiight, right.”

Silence fell at the table once again. Chase looked down at the menu, not sure what else to do. Why did things feel so... different?

“Why are you guys so quiet?”

He looked up again, and there she was: Stacy. She was wearing a pink T-shirt layered over a white tank top, a ruffly skirt, jeans, and her signature pink glasses. “Hi,” Chase said.

“Hi. It’s weird that you’re just sitting here.” Stacy looked back and forth between the two benches in the booth. Clearly trying to figure out where to sit herself. One bench: Marvin and JJ. The other: Chase and Schneep. She chose the one with Chase and Schneep. “Like, you guys talk a lot.”

“I don’t talk a lot,” Chase muttered.

“I mean as a group. You’re some of the most talky boys out there.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyway. My family’s here. They’re probably watching us right now. So don’t be weird.”

“Right, don’t be weird, guys.” Marvin’s tone was oddly flat.

“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” Stacy protested. “It’s like, my parents were really weird about me hanging out with a bunch of boys, and Mom kept asking if I liked any of you, and then Roxy was teasing me and trying to get me to tell her which one of you I liked, so I when I said don’t be weird, I really mean don’t do anything that would make my family think I liked one of you.”

Now Marvin looked vaguely confused. “You don’t want your family to know you like us?”

“No, I mean... like like,” Stacy stressed. “Like... boyfriend-girlfriend.”

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, I don’t want a girlfriend. And I don’t think JJ does, eith—ow!” He was cut off by JJ suddenly and sharply elbowing him in the side. Meanwhile, JJ’s eyes were suddenly fixed on the menu, despite his face slowly turning red.

Chase was about to ask what that was about, but he was distracted by a familiar figure approaching. “Oh, Jackie’s here now! Hey!” He waved him over.

“Hey, little guys. And girl.” Jackie grinned at them. “Could’ve saved me some room.” He grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and dragged it over, sitting at the end of the booth.

“There’s room on their side. See?” Schneep pointed at the empty space next to JJ on the bench.

“Yeah, but it’ll be squished with me there. I take up more space than any of you.” Jackie stretched. By the looks of it, he’d just thrown on his hoodie and beanie over the Zelly’s uniform: a pale blue dress shirt and white apron. “Anyway. What’s the stuff you saw at the planetarium?”

It was these three who saw it all. JJ pointed at Marvin, Chase, and Stacy.

“Huh? Why’re you pointing at me?” Stacy asked.

“He’s saying we’re the ones who saw what happened,” Chase said.

“Oh, you don’t know sign language, huh Stacy?” Jackie noticed.

“No. I could try to learn it, I guess? But I don’t know how.”

“There are a lot of books in the city library that could help,” Jackie said encouragingly. “That’s where I learned. And any of us could help you if you need it.”

JJ reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook and pencil—something Chase hadn’t seen him use in a while. He wrote something down, then turned it around for Stacy to see. Don’t worry, I’m fine with writing for a little while.

“Okay.” Stacy nodded. “Anyway, uh... yeah. Can we talk about the freaky stuff now?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Chase took a deep breath. “Okay, so it started when I talked with your friend, actually, Jackie. Mincy. She was there that day, and she pointed out some stuff that I wanted to try and find, to see if there was weird greenlight stuff going on there...”

He explained the whole thing, with help from Stacy occasionally adding stuff in. Marvin, surprisingly, didn’t have a lot to say about it all. They took a break in the middle to order ice cream from a waiter that came over—who Jackie introduced as “Halley”—but kept going nonstop besides that.

When it was all done, Jackie was leaning forward onto the table, a worried expression on his face. “So... your teacher and this other guy talked about recruiting someone? You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded.

“The question is, what are they recruiting this someone to?” Schneep asked. “Isn’t recruiting something you do to get someone in the army?”

“Well, it can be the army, but I doubt that’s what they meant,” Jackie said. “You can recruit anyone to any sort of big group. Personally, my mind went to, like... a cult or something.”

“Like in Indiana Jones?” Chase asked.

“Huh?”

“The second one. With the guy with the hat with horns.”

“That movie’s rated a 12, when did you see that?” Jackie asked, concerned.

“I am twelve, I can see a rated 12 movie!” Chase said defensively. Even though he hadn’t been twelve when he’d seen it, but that was besides the point!

“Uh-huh.” Jackie clearly didn’t buy that, but he moved on. “Well, yes, the bad guys in that movie could be considered a cult, but cults exist in real-life too, and they don’t sacrifice people or do cartoonishly evil stuff. But even so, they’re... really scary.”

JJ was writing in his notebook while Jackie and Chase talked. He now handed the notebook to Stacy, then started to sign the same thing that he wrote. I think we should be more worried about what they were doing down there. If they knew about the strange basement, do they know about more of the strange things going on around town?

“Yes, that’s what I am worried about too.” Schneep nodded. “We cannot let them find out we know, too.”

“Why not?” Stacy asked. “I mean, we freaked out and ran because we weren’t supposed to be in the basement. But like... if there are grown-ups who know about this stuff, can’t we get their help? We don’t have to tell them we found their secret basement. We can just say we found out about the weird stuff another way.”

Schneep tensed. “W-well... they might not... like that we know. They might be upset. And they might try to... stop us from helping.” Chase subtly scooted closer to him and put his hand on top of his. Schneep relaxed slightly.

“Yeah, they seem suspicious to me,” Jackie agreed. “We’ve been doing this because we want to stop all the chaos the greenlight causes. We don’t know what this... this mystery group wants to do. What if... what if they’re trying to use the greenlight somehow?”

Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do?”

“Well we kinda did before,” Marvin said, finally speaking up. “My crystals helped channel the greenlight and cured the monster dog. So it’s not impossible. And Anti was able to use the greenlight. But he’s a weird shadow ghost thing, so I guess that’s not really related.”

“So people might be able to use the greenlight if we used some sort of... device, or something,” Chase said. “Like the crystals. Or maybe any rock could work?”

“Maybe,” Jackie said. “Maybe that’s what the group’s trying to figure out. We just don’t know. All we know is that they’re keeping this a secret. And I know that’s what we’ve been doing, but that’s cause we didn’t think anyone would believe us, right? The mystery group could show everyone proof, since they have that basement. But they don’t. I doubt it’s because they also don’t think anyone would believe them. I think... I think they want it to stay secret.” He shook his head. “I dunno. I don’t have any proof for that. It’s just a gut feeling.”

“Can I ask about something else?” Schneep said. “Anti. What does he want? He helped you three get out of that room without doors, but he also made the monster dog go after us. Is he part of the mystery group? Or is he their enemy? Is he our enemy?”

A moment passed. JJ took his notebook back, wrote something down for Stacy, then repeated it in sign for the rest of the group. He’s certainly interested in us, but I don’t know if that means he likes us or hates us. It’s hard to tell. He said everyone would know about the greenlight eventually. What did that mean?

Chase shrugged. “Dunno. JJ, you know you could just write and not bother to sign, right? We can all see it when you hold up the notebook.”

JJ frowned. That’s like asking someone not to talk at all just because they don’t speak the same language as you.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“I think that Anti definitely knows about the mystery group,” Schneep said. “Because he showed up in the basement. He had to know it was there.”

“Unless he was just following us,” Marvin pointed out.

“No, Schneep’s right, it makes more sense for Anti to know,” Jackie said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have known how to get you out of that room. And that ‘everyone will know about the greenlight’ thing... I think that’s related to him, or to the mystery group. Not sure which. But one of them.”

Stacy sighed. “This is complicated. You guys do this all the time?”

“Well the mystery group is new, so that makes it more complicated,” Chase explained. “Before this we were just fighting monsters. It was awesome. But I guess we can still do that.”

“Sure, fight monsters or whatever.” Stacy shrugged. “But what I want to know is if we’re gonna go back to the planetarium.”

“Uhhhh...” Chase thought about it. “I mean, we’ve always gone back to a place where there was something weird. But I don’t really want to run into people who’re part of the mystery group. I dunno how they’ll react if they find us.”

“But I think we need information on them,” Schneep pointed out. “We know nothing right now.”

“You’re both right,” Jackie said. “I think we need to know more about these guys. What they want, at least. But it’ll be dangerous for you guys to go check it out... so I have an idea. They don’t know about me. I wasn’t part of your field trip. I’ll go by myself to see if I can find anything.”

“What? You’re not letting us come?” Chase knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to miss this!

“Sorry, little man.” Jackie shrugged. “I can’t really stop you from doing anything, I mean, I’m not your parent or anything. But I really think I should go by myself. I have the perfect cover. Mincy works there, so if I’m snooping around a ‘Staff Only’ door, I can say that I’m looking for her.”

Chase folded his arms and slumped down into his seat. “I guess that makes sense,” he grudgingly admitted.

Will you be okay by yourself? JJ asked, looking worried.

“I’ll be very careful,” Jackie said. “I promise.”

Schneep frowned. “It feels... strange, for just one person to go out and do something.”

Jackie smiled. “Well, you guys went on the field trip without me, so it’s only fair I get a chance to see what the planetarium’s all about.”

“Jameson and I didn’t even see anything!” Schneep protested.

“Well... yeah,” Jackie admitted. “But you at least had the chance to. I might not find anything myself, but I want that chance.”

Schneep sighed. “Fine. But... be careful. I-if they catch you, th-they might..” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Do not get hurt.”

Jackie nodded, looking serious. “I won’t. I’ll just go in and get out quickly.” He glanced away from the table. “Oh. Looks like our ice cream’s coming. Hey, Halley! Thanks so much.”

The rest of the meeting passed with ice cream and small talk. They’d made a decision and they were going to stick to it, even if not all of them were happy about it.

But Chase couldn’t help but feel like something was a bit weird about their little group right now. Things felt just a bit off. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe... something was missing.

++++++++++++++++++++

As soon as they walked out of Zelly’s front door, JJ pulled Marvin to the side and asked, Is something wrong?

“I dunno what you mean.” Marvin turned away from JJ and began scanning the sidewalk. “I always forget where the bike rack is here...”

JJ grabbed Marvin’s shoulder and turned him back around. You didn’t say much while in there. And you kept looking out the window. Also you tore up the napkins into little bits and kicked the table legs a lot. You only do stuff like that when something’s not alright. Did something happen? Are you okay?

Marvin paused. “I’m fine. It’s just a bad day, I think. A lot of stuff happened in class, and then it was really loud in there. That’s it. I’m fine.” He hoped that JJ, as observant as he was, didn’t notice that Marvin had been doing okay until Chase arrived.

JJ frowned. What happened in class?

“First hallway talk of the year,” Marvin tried to sound casual.

Who was it? Why?

“Ms. Locke, in World History. We got put into groups for a project and I got really frustrated and shouted a lot.”

Why? JJ repeated.

Marvin glanced away. “The other guys weren’t listening to me. I was right, and they just were like ‘okay whatever’ but they didn’t get it, and they weren’t listening, and—the professor was walking past at the wrong time, that’s all. So I got a hallway talk about compromise or whatever.” He knew how to ‘compromise’ already, but Ms. Locke had given him the lecture anyway. Like he was a kid. He wasn’t a kid. He was almost fourteen. 

The other kids were ignoring you, that’s not fair, JJ said, scowling. Maybe you shouldn’t have shouted, but compromise wasn’t the problem.

“Yeah.” Marvin kicked at a rock on the ground. Then he bent down and picked it up. It was really smooth, normally that didn’t happen in this environment. He stared at it, then put it in his pocket. “I didn’t say anything to her. It’s fine. I’m fine now. I wanna go home. God knows we have enough fucking homework to do.”

JJ nodded. Okay. The bike rack’s around the corner.

“Right, I always forget.” Marvin wrapped his cape tighter around him. “Let’s go.”

As they walked down the sidewalk, they didn’t notice the extra shadow behind them.

++++++++++++++++++++

It was easy for Jackie to convince his friends to go to the planetarium. He just pointed out how none of them had really been there since Mincy had gotten the job, and they should really take advantage of her employee discount on the admission. All of them agreed to go together the next morning, on Saturday. Jackie’s dad had work so he couldn’t use the car, but that was okay. The group just used Ram’s car instead. Even if they did have to move stuff around because Ram kept some of their campaign stuff in the back seat. Jackie nearly sat on a handful of dice.

For many of them, it was the first time they’d been to the planetarium. Only two had gone before. Mincy, obviously, and Sylvester, who’d gone to visit her on the job a couple times. “It’s bigger than I expected,” Celine said as they walked in through the front doors.

“Right? It’s huge. I kept getting lost for the first couple weeks.” Mincy giggled. “Anyway I’ll talk to the desk guys and get us all in.”

A few minutes later, the six teens were wandering about the planetarium, with Mincy giving them all behind-the-scenes facts about the exhibits. For such a big building, it really felt empty. Not because there weren’t a lot of people. There were a lot of customers. But they were all spread out so much. Jackie felt oddly exposed.

He tried not to be obvious about his search for these weird staff doors. Chase had mentioned one hidden in the hall with the big model planets, but honestly? Jackie couldn’t see it. Supposedly it was hidden behind Neptune, but he’d looked at it from all angles and couldn’t see any door on the wall behind the model. And his friends noticed him looking. This prompted a joke from Sylvester about him being so interested in Uranus, only for Fengge to immediately correct him on which planet it was. The conversation immediately shifted to dunking on Sylvester for not noticing the labeled plaque, and everyone forgot about Jackie’s weird interest in the model, but Jackie decided he should probably stop searching for a few minutes. To give them time to forget.

Even so, Jackie found he couldn’t really pay attention to what was going on. His eyes kept wandering. While his friends gathered around one exhibit—something about rolling coins down a funnel that represented a black hole—he hung back a bit, eyes scanning every inch of the walls. There were no staff doors. But he knew Chase and the others wouldn’t lie. What was going on?

His friends were talking. “Honestly, this place is cool,” Fengge was saying. “Fun things to do. Could be a great location for a date, like how people sometimes go to aquariums or amusement parks.”

“Yeah, you should take Jackie on a date here,” Mincy said jokingly. “I’ll give you the discount.”

Jackie snapped back to attention. “Sorry, what?”

“Since when were you two dating?” Sylvester said.

“We are not!” Fengge protested.

“Didn’t you guys mention going to a dance once?” Celine asked.

“We were thirteen, it doesn’t count,” Jackie insisted. “And it was super awkward the whole time.”

“Yeah, this was before we both had the realizations,” Fengge added. “So Jackie felt weird and I wasn’t into it.”

“You guys could try again!” Mincy teased. “Your realizations have opened up the possibility.”

Jackie and Fengge glanced at each other. Then looked away. “Yeah, no thanks,” Jackie said.

“Nuh-uh.” Fengge shook his head.

“Couldn’t Jackie date like... every one of us?” Ram mused.

“Not me!” Sylvester said. “Or Celine, either.”

“Give it time.” Ram laughed. “Maybe all of us will realize something eventually. And then we can all date Jackie. Hell, I’d be down for that.”

“I don’t want to date anyone right now, thank you very much.” Jackie pulled his beanie lower over his head, half-wanting to pull it completely over his face to hide his blush of embarrassment. “I’ll just wait until university for that.”

“But having a teen romance is great!” Mincy said. “I want one!”

“You, uh, you do?” Sylvester said. “That’s funny, I-I also think... it would be fun.” He stared at her.

“Really? Wow. We should both start dating someone then.” Mincy looked back at the black hole display. “Anyway, does anyone else have any coins? I wanna try again. Mine kept falling over.”

Sylvester sighed. “Yeah, I have some you can use.”

Jackie looked away from the group, trying to hide his still-red face. And that’s when he finally saw something. Half-hidden behind a display about the life cycle of a star... there was a ‘Staff Only’ door. But it hadn’t been there when Jackie looked at the display a few minutes ago. What the hell? “Uh, hey guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Jackie said. “You guys keep going.”

“Are you sure?” Sylvester asked. “I think we’re gonna move on to the next room.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up.” Jackie smiled. “You guys go on. I’ll text you if I can’t find you.”

The others nodded and made various statements of “see you later.” But as Jackie turned to leave, Celine put a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Jackie, do you...” she frowned. “Do you think something feels different in this room?”

Jackie shrugged casually. “Not really. Why?”

“I’m not sure. It felt like... I don’t know. Maybe it was just a breeze.” Celine shook her head. “Anyway. Be right back.”

“I will be.” And with that, Jackie turned and started heading towards one of the room’s exits. His friends headed out a different one. As soon as he was sure he was alone, he turned and headed straight for that star display. The staff door was still there. With how it was half-behind the display, it looked like there would be barely enough room for it to open wide enough for someone to get in. Jackie took a deep breath. Then reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling it open—

And then he was falling through darkness.

Jackie landed hard on his back, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. But he quickly got to his feet and looked around. It was almost completely dark. The only light was a thin line of yellow light. Jackie hurried over there. He reached out and felt his way around... This was a corner where two walls were supposed to join. But they weren’t actually connected. Jackie could grab the edge of one. Slowly, awkwardly, he pushed one of the walls, pivoting it outwards until the gap was big enough to squeeze through. The moment he was through, he looked around this space, and gasped.

It was just as Chase, Marvin, and Stacy had described. A wide open, near-empty basement space, filled with floating spheres of yellow light and random objects that drifted through the air regardless of gravity. It was amazing. Jackie was so in awe that he almost forgot what he was doing here. But then he remembered.

He reached into his hoodie pocket and took something out. His camera, kept safe in its bag. He removed it from that bag and started snapping pictures. He should have been doing this with all the supernatural stuff they’d encountered, but most of the time he had either no chance to prepare for that, or no chance to take pictures while they were fighting the thing. This was the perfect opportunity to document all the weird shit they’d seen.

After a few shots, he wasn’t sure what to do next. So... he started walking. If he remembered what Chase and the others had said correctly, he would eventually come to walls full of staircases.

But before he found that, he noticed something else. In the middle of the basement (or what he assumed was the middle) there were... he wasn’t sure what they were. Those things that people used to indicate where a queue was supposed to go. A pole with some sort of retractable rope, with a clasp on the end that could hook onto another pole. They were fun to mess with. Right now, four of those poles were set up in a square around something.

Jackie walked closer. They were sectioning off a part of the floor. There was... a crack in the ground. It was maybe three feet long. The cheap carpet of the basement peeled away at its edges, revealing concrete beneath. Inside the crack was pure darkness. It gave Jackie the chills, but he held up his camera and took pictures of it anyway.

He leaned over the rope, trying to get a good angle from above. Click! And the camera flashed—despite the flash being off. Strange. And what was stranger, what made him uneasy... was that the white light of the flash seemed tinted green.

In the darkness beneath the crack, something faintly flickered green. Something either very small or very far away.

Jackie’s stomach dropped. He turned and ran in the other direction. He stumbled. The ground felt fragile beneath his feet so he ran until it felt solid once again.

++++++++++++++++++++

Jackie couldn’t find anything else of note in the basement. When he reached the wall of staircases, he spared a moment to take a couple pictures of the unbelievable sight and then hurried up the nearest stairs. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

The staircase ended in a closed door. Jackie pushed it open and found himself back in the planetarium, right by that giant pendulum exhibit. He texted his friends to figure out where they’d gone. They were on the third floor. He half-ran all the way there. That feeling of being watched didn’t fade until he rejoined the group.

The rest of the visit passed without anything unusual happening. Except... as they finally left the building, he noticed a group of four planetarium employees gathered in the corner of the front lobby. They were talking seriously. And they kept glancing at every group of customers that left. In the car, Jackie asked Mincy if she’d noticed them, and if she knew what that was about. She had. All of those employees were some of the senior members, the ones who’d been on the staff for a long time. “No idea what they were talking about,” she said. “The senior guys kinda do their own thing.”

Later that night, Jackie looked through the photos on his camera, getting ready to print them out and show them to the kids the next chance he got. And two things stood out.

First, there was a pattern in the carpet. It was very faint, just a slight discoloration that he hadn’t paid much attention to in person, but it was more obvious in pictures. Faint lines... all leading to, or coming from, the crack in the floor.

Second... the photo he took when the camera had suddenly flashed for no reason was tinted green. And there was a shadow. He would have mistaken it for his own... but there had been no strong light source behind him to cast such a distinct shadow. And even if there was, the flash would have eliminated it. But it was unmistakable. A shadow. Not his. But maybe that of a boy around his age, standing right behind him.

++++++++++++++++++++

Two weeks had passed since their meeting in Zelly’s. Jackie had briefly met up with Chase and Schneep, using “babysitting” as an excuse to come over to their house. He’d given them copies of some photographs he’d taken of the strange basement, and Chase and Schneep had passed on some copies to the twins and Stacy. Other than that, they hadn’t been able to meet up and talk about it. School was picking up and all of them were starting to be busy.

Ugh... school. Marvin really hated school. It took up so much of their lives. Even on the weekends.

Though tomorrow was a Saturday, their parents wanted Marvin and JJ to keep a consistent sleep schedule during the school year, so they insisted that the twins wake up fairly early. Or, they insisted that Jameson wake up early. Marvin had long since learned that they didn’t really care if he slept in or not. But since JJ and him shared the room, he was usually woken up by the alarm clock anyway.

This meant that the two of them tried to go to bed early when possible. Emphasis on “tried.” Neither of them were sleepy when they got into bed around 9:00 and instead ended up just lying there in the dark for a couple hours before sleep finally came.

Such was the case tonight. Marvin wanted to go to sleep, but he just wasn’t tired. He could have tried talking to JJ. He sometimes did that. But not tonight. It just felt like too much effort. So, without much to do but lie there, his thoughts began to wander... And eventually landed on things he didn’t want to think about.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic people.

He’d thought Chase would be different.

Did people think he didn’t notice? He might not be that good with social stuff, but that didn’t mean he was dumb. He noticed how he and JJ were always the last people picked for group projects or sports teams in gym. He could tell that other kids didn’t usually want to keep talking to him. Even if they never insulted them or anything, it was obvious that he was doing something wrong. That he was weird. But he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what everyone else wanted.

As he tried to stop thinking about this stuff, Marvin noticed something... different. It was a noise. A faint hissing sound. Marvin opened his eyes, looking through the slats on the side of his bunk. He couldn’t see anything from this angle. So he sat up and looked over the edge. Their room was empty. “JJ?” he whispered.

There was no response from the bottom bunk.

“JJ!” he said again, not quite shouting. “Are you awake?”

Now there was some rustling of sheets. Marvin felt his mattress raise, pressed up from below.

“Do you hear that hissing noise?” Marvin asked.

The two of them had long-ago figured out a way to communicate when they were in bed. After all, Marvin couldn’t see JJ’s signs while he was above him. So JJ would knock on the metal pole connecting the bedframes together. It started as a simple “once for yes, two for no” system, but they added “three for maybe, four for ‘go to sleep.’” Right now, JJ just knocked once. A simple yes.

“Do you know what that is?” Marvin asked.

Two knocks for no. More sheets moving around. JJ probably sat up.

“Can you see anything?”

A pause. Then two more knocks.

“Huh.” Marvin stared at the darkness of their room. There was a little light coming from the cracks around their door—Mam and Dad insisted on keeping the hallway light on, “just in case”—and there was a faint red light coming from their alarm clock’s digital numbers.

Wait. Was that red glow a bit stronger than usual?

It was. And it was getting brighter.

The numbers on the clock flickered, then blinked. The time of 10:16 disappeared, replaced by random other numbers and then landed on 88:88. And then the red light turned green. The hissing sound got louder. Marvin realized it wasn’t just any hissing. It was static, like the car radio when they drove out of range of the local station.

The green glow filled their room. Then between one blink and the next, someone appeared, standing in the middle of their room. It was Anti. He looked the same as he had the last time they’d both seen him, his body mostly shadow except for his face and hands. Except... now those shadowy parts looked a bit less translucent. Just a bit. But enough to be noticeable.

“You!” Marvin started, bumping his head against the ceiling. “Owwww fuck!” Beneath him, he heard the squeak of the bedframe as Jameson got ready to stand up.

“Hi.” Anti grinned and waved. His whole form was surrounded by that green glow. Even his teeth looked backlit by the light. “Do you know what today is?”

“Uh—I don’t fucking—the tenth, I think?” Marvin sputtered.

“It’s the tenth!” Anti repeated cheerfully. “That’s a very important day. I guess you could say... it’s my birthday.” His green eyes flicked up and down, between the two brothers. “You should wish me a happy birthday.”

“Why?” Marvin asked. 

Anti’s head tilted to the side. “Why? Did you both ask why? Because it’s the nice thing to do, isn’t it? So do it.”

Marvin didn’t appreciate being told to be nice. Because usually, people just meant ‘do this thing you don’t want to do or else people will get offended for no real reason.’ But Anti being in their room, surrounded by that green light and that sound of radio static, was really freaking him out. Maybe if he just did it, Anti would go away. “Uh... happy birthday?”

Anti smiled again. “Thank you.” His eyes flicked down to the bottom bunk, where Jameson was. And he stared. A moment passed. Then that smile fell and was replaced by a frown. “Well, fine. Don’t, then.” He looked back up at Marvin. “I’m going to give you a nice present on your birthday. But JJ’s too rude. Now he gets to be jealous.” Anti waved again. “It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? I’ll see you then.”

And in an instant, he was gone. The green glow and static vanished, leaving only the light from the door and the alarm clock’s numbers—blinking 12:00 over and over.

Marvin stared at the spot where Anti was just a moment ago. But Jameson immediately started to move. He jumped up from his bunk and ran over to the light switch, flicking it on. Now they both stared at the spot where Anti was.

“What...” Marvin said, “...the absolute fuck was that about?”

JJ shook his head, bewildered. I feel like that was a test, he said.

“Well if it was, you failed.”

JJ looked at him. What do you mean?

“He wanted you to say ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t,” Marvin explained. “And then he called you rude. I think you fucked yourself over.”

I don’t think he understands BSL, so I was fucked anyway, JJ said. That’s not really fair, is it?

“No.” Another moment of silence passed. Neither of them wanted to look away from where Anti had been. “Well... I guess we'll just go back to bed, then?” Marvin said, uncertain.

I guess? JJ says, equally uncertain. Should we be worried about him showing up on our birthday? Maybe we shouldn’t have the party?

“I don’t think Mam will let us cancel the party,” Marvin muttered. “She was so fucking excited to have other kids in our house. Which... I don’t get. We’re here all the time anyway. But whatever.” He chuckled. “Hey. Leave the alarm clock like that. You’ll be able to sleep in and claim it’s cause the clock broke in the middle of the night and erased your alarm.”

JJ stared at the clock thoughtfully. Then he nodded. I suppose it would be good to have an excuse.

“Niiiice.” Marvin grinned.

Good night, Marvin, JJ said, grinning right back. I’ll see you in the morning. Then he flipped the light off and walked back to bed. The bedframe squeaked again as he got settled down.

“Good night, JJ,” Marvin said, and laid back down. He stared at the ceiling.

I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic guys.

Life was weird. He didn’t understand why people were so concerned with avoiding it.

It took him a long time to finally fall asleep.

[mount--olympus]

Hello! This is this blog's intro and also ask call - not to receive, but to give! :D

So if anyone was to be interested in having some Gods in their ask boxes, you can reblog or comment on this post and I'll send something the soonest I can! I won't respond much to asks, but if you'd like to leave an ask as well, I wouldn't mind :)

[dearreader]

latam swiftie here

I'm not on tik tok so idk what's going on there. The math side of the easter eggs has got a bit out of hand and they don'tknow what they're talking about. And I agree with you on "not needing an announcement to make it special". I feel this is kind of similar to when ppl complain about the surprise songs they got. I would have never chosen Labyrinth!! And I got it and loved every second of it!! It's special because it was my surprise song, not the other way around.

I didn't believe we'd get an announcement tonight until her dancers started posting black hearts. But my favourite thing would be for her to just play foolish one.

I'm super grateful for the shows, I got to see the mashup, it was insane and I loved every second of it. I had been waiting for over a decade for this so it meant everything to me. I am not expecting her to do anything other than show up at the announced time and perform (as long as weather and health allows her to).

I waited 3 years between 1989 and rep, im not expecting releases this often. No one was expecting 1989 tv right after speak now (I certainly wasn't expecting it until early next year the soonest). But she did announce it and it did happen. Thats just why it's not that crazy to think of an announcement this soon. It just hurts to see everyone calling us ungrateful. Over 17 years we only got 3 tour dates. And we're so so grateful for it, we tried to show her that with the "we will stay" fan project. I screamed so loud every single lyric I damaged my vocal chords and it took me a week to recover. People are still making edits, friendship bracelets, they're gathering in the parks and doing swiftie meetups, today I gave two fbs away on the subway!!

The reasons why I believe she won't come back are market-related and financial, but the whole T4F fiasco didn't help at all. The local producer (T4F) is responsible, not the stadium (Im saying this bc i saw this confusion a lot, here those are two different companies, I believe in the US it's the same one).

I understand and agree with what you said, I just want you to know we're very grateful for what we got. (and I didn't think you were rude). In all honestly, the feeling I got from everyone in that crowd was excitement and wanting to be a part of something this big. We didn't want to show anything other than support and love. I heard exactly 0 people complain we didn't get an announcement (but I'm not on tik tok so i might be wrong lol)

And no, we're not really a part of this whole thing the same way everyone (the US, Europe and even parts of Asia/Oceania) is. But I'm not gonna complain because at least we got tour dates. There are lots of places who got no tours dates at all (African swifties you're in my heart). I obviously understand she can't please the entire world and that there are financial decisions to be made!! She's a human and a business woman and I understand. But it does mean we get left aside (again! This is a world/capitalism problem where poorer countries get less chances in general and I'm not expecting Taylor to solve this).

Im sorry, this is so long. Im just trying to say that this is a reality (a sad one), that we understand it exceeds her 100%, and are grateful she toured this year. But that in the bigger picture, we're not a part of things like "the rest of you" and I believe thats where this whole rep tv thing is coming from. It doesn't mean we're not super grateful she took a chance on us and visited this year 😊

Thank you for reading and answering. I know you didn't have to. I really hope you enjoy the last show of 2023 :)

hi, please forgive me for a not good response as i’m tired and focusing on my breathing right now.

but thank you again for responding and explaining more about the financial aspect. and i’m so sorry if i ever implied latam swifties were ungrateful, i never meant to or ever thought that as everything i’ve seen has been nothing but overwhelming love and support from latam, and i really really hope she you’re there again because it’s clear the fans love her and i want her to just be able to be with fans and people who love the music. and the fact you guys are still doing friendship bracelet exchanges is insane and i love it!

and i do think she plans on releasing all of the taylor’s versions on the tour and she wanted to hit certain dates, which is why she announced speak now and 1989 so close together. i think we’ll get reputation sometimes early next year (late january or february ((but i think february is more accurate))) and debut a bit closer to the end of the tour.

and i’m not going and sit here and say you’re apart of this tour just as much as any other location is, because again i’m an american so no matter what i’m not going to understand what it’s like in latam. but i really hope it doesn’t feel like you’re apart if this differently than anyone else, this tour is a monumental moment in taylor’s life and career and the fact she’s able to go to so many locations (especially for the first time) is so massive and big in of itself. an album announcement is a special thing but it doesn’t make the tour or anything about the night any less special.

again, im sorry if this isn’t the best response, but i do hope that you have a good night 🫶🏻

[lifesupreme-if]

I was wondering, Wasn't there one male or NB LI at one point? or was it always all female and i'm just going insane ?? I think I remember reading your demo, but I usually don't do all single set gender RO casts so, if it was always all women, I find it interesting (in a good way💕) that you made me enjoy it enough to wanna follow and keep up with the game. Not a lot of writers/creators are capable of getting people to move outside their comfort enough to continue reading their work and or playing their games, but obviously something about Life Supreme pulled me in.

Also, if you are okay answering, was there a reason you made it an all women RO cast? Is that just what you're comfortable with? and if you ever decided to do other IFs, would that aspect always be the same?

I feel like I'm being too nosy, so if any of these questions put you off AT ALL, please don't feel the need to respond to them.

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Lastly, Which of the ladies are you most excited about writing? and Is there a not too spoilery scene (that you can tell us about), that you're most looking forward to ??

Me personally after going over a few asks for each, I'm kinda excited to see interactions with Stephanie and or Dorothea. But I also, love when games have the ??? RO, I tend to automatically gravitate towards them once I even THINK I know who they are in game. 😊

hi there!!!!!!!!!!

this cast has always been only female romance options; it was me taking my roleplay characters and putting them into a game (aside from claude and cho, who were my old roleplay partner's characters) and i only roleplay as women :) i'm so happy that it pulled you in regardless!!!!!!!!! i'm so freakin happy that you're here, and that means the world to me

an all-female romantic cast is what i'm comfortable with, and as it turns out, looking at the lesbian flag and term high femme yearningly and going "god i wish that was me, maybe one day" in fact did just mean i was a lesbian (shoutout everyone on here who assumed i was before i did).

every other project i have or consider working on has female ROs, save for two nonbinary romance options :)

and you are not being nosy at ALL this is delightful!!!!!!!!!! i am an incredibly nosy creature myself, though, so maybe that's why i'm so excited about this?

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i am excited about all of the ladies for different reasons, but the ways in which dylan is selfish and a bad person make me very excited to write her. i am most excited about the scene where she tells the merc they aren't able to have cyberware to work with her—i want her to piss people off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you'll get to interact with dorothea the soonest, as she'll be in the next update! and while [locked] will be a ways out, i have a feeling you'll be able to guess her identity as soon as she shows >:3c