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Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown


Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.


           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”


           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.


           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Camera Shy (Part One)

AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut.

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A/N - I’m terrible with summaries but I hope you guys like this. This idea came to me a few days ago when the Cole photographer photoset was going around. Enjoy! 

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His favorite things are the summers, because that’s when you return from boarding school, and his life becomes a lot more bright and a lot less dull.


“Friendship can be an excuse. A cover for when there’s something there you don’t want to admit or you’re too scared to explore.” - Gossip Girl

  Oneshot, Brother’s Bestfriend, Skinny Love, Mild Angst, Mature Themes

Word Count: 8,653

Before: Alright, so please keep in mind that this is the first oneshot I have ever written, therefore please don’t be too harsh on me. I hope I get better in time. I received two Jimin requests and decided to combine them both into one. Any who, I hope this is somewhat tolerable! I apologize in advance.

Jimin’s not sure when it began.

As he watches you dance with a very inebriated yet still somehow skillful Hoseok, who insists on being a little too touchy with you (at least in Jimin’s opinion) it’s all that seems to cross his mind.

That, and the thought of how badly he wants to remove Hoseok from the current situation and instead replace the older with himself.

You both are dancing to the slower version of one of your favorite songs, one that’s permanently etched in Jimin’s mind because of your refusal to listen to anything else but the damn song the entire summer break of last year.

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when you... kind of meet zendaya coleman

pairing: tom holland x reader
requested: no
warnings: curse words

“i haven’t slept in three days, i’m pretty sure this stress is giving me an aneurysm and i’m going to die, but god hates me, so i won’t die until after my maths exam.”

you sit in silence, eyes scanning over your textbook as tom’s mouth opens and closes. his face is a little pixelated on your third hand mac.

“i was pushed off a very high building today.” he informs. as if he wasn’t pushed off high things everyday.

you scoff. “you have wires. i’m free falling here into a pit of papers and deadlines. i win.”

you listen to tom’s laugh and smile a bit. it good to hear him laugh. you continue to read through your textbook in silence as tom continues going through lines or arguing with literally anyone. boy could argue with a wall. boy HAS argued with a wall. he was drunk but, you know, point. you barely notice when he leaves the screen and someone else takes his place. not until a pointed cough is made. you glance up to see-

“you’re zendaya coleman.”

“i am!” she answers brightly. “hey, sis. how are you?”

you blink. you breathe. you say, “you’re zendaya coleman.”

zendaya’s smile grows. her make up is flawless. her hair is flawless. she is flawless. you’re in your pajamas and your hair hasn’t been brushed in like, three days. that’s shit is fine in front of tom, tom loves you. but zendaya? she’s an untouchable queen who deserves nothing but the best.

“i literally love you,” you blurt.

she throws her head back in a laugh.

“no, like. say the word and i’ll leave my boyfriend for you. you’re goals everything.”

she laughs harder, “wow! uh, thank you. but please, don’t leave tom. i don’t think i could handle broken hearted tom.”

you nod seriously. “yes, of course. but only because you asked me to.”

zendaya snorts. she runs her fingers through her, again, flawless hair and smiles.

“tom says a lot about you.”

you grimace. “oh no. look if he tells you i mean to him, it’s because he deserves it! i swear i’m not cruel-”

“no! no,” she chuckles, “he just… he talks about you. he sounds really, really happy when he talks about you.”

the nerves that you hadn’t realize took over your body fade. your shoulders slack. you smile softly.

“yeah.” you breathe, “he makes me really happy, too.”

zendaya’s smile mirrors yours.

“so, you’re in college? he says you’re wanting to do really great things. help a lot of people?”

“yes!” you light up.

and before you know it, you’ve forgotten all about the stress of school work and due dates and you’re discussing your goals and dreams and aspirations with zendaya like she’s an old friend. somewhere along the line the conversation flows to politics to snapchat filters to puppies, as it does naturally.

you’re both deep into discussion about maltese vs. pugs when tom returns. he’s sporting his full spiderman gear minus the mask.

“hey z. hey, babe. miss me?”

“no, not really.” you answer distractedly.

he doesn’t even bother to look offended as other people crowd around him. he disappears behind some folding doors for a moment before returning in a pair of loose jeans and a half buttoned shirt.

“can i have my girlfriend back?” he asks playfully.

he gets a playful glare from both you and zendaya before she hops up from her seat. he takes her place as she looks over his shoulder at the screen.

“have tom give you my number, we still have to hash out this whole “pug filters are cuter” thing.“

then with a sweet smile she’s out of frame.

"babe,” you hiss.

tom leans back in the chair and raises an eyebrow.

“yes, my love?”

“i just kind of met zendaya coleman,” you breathe. “oh my god.”

tom chuckles, “yeah, she’s pretty great!”

you’re still lowkey reeling over the conversation in awe. then you realize. tom looks worried as your face falls into your hands with a painful groan.


you groan louder.

“i made a fool of myself! my god- i. oh no…”

you can’t see him, but you hear some shuffling before tom whispers, “don’t worry. i got a little star struck too when i met her. she has that affect on people.”

“yeah, sure,” you snort. “butdid you offer to give up your boyfriend for her?”

you realize your second mistake when you look up to see tom’s wide eyes.



and then you hang up the phone.

alright i was gonna save this to be a big surprise but this story’s too good to pass up

buckle up yall this one’s a long one

so right now i’m working on something i call a Slow Sequence, which is just the parts of jack and casie that arent just jack and casie lost in the woods. they’re top down more traditional rpg segments where you can manage your inventory, relax, and engage in some good old wholesome messing-with-casieisms

here’s an early look:

i’ve been working on this for the past week now and i’ve basically got them ready to go, ready to replace the existing shop sequences with an entirely new screen that allows you to do a little exploration and conversation before you get back out into the world and into Fast Sequences (the normal game). this morning in particular i was working in over drive. probably because i’ve been working my ass off on commissions and i might be in a like, productivity frenzy

i managed to crank out a new tileset i liked, some new dialogue, developed a vision for Casie’s Outpost (it’s probably not actually called that, but it’s the outpost that casie lives at, so let’s call it that for now) (it’s either that or “outpost 22″ which just doesnt make any sense yet so like lesser of two evils here) in a couple hours

and then i ran out of memory.

gm8.1 has a very particular quirk that i like that makes it really good at rapid prototyping and it’s that it saves all of the shit you do to ram instead of the hard drive. this means that you can start a game really fast without having to wait for an entire new save cycle and recompilation which makes it really good for brute forcing code, which is basically the breadth of my programming playbook. hit it over and over until it works. unfortunately, hitting things over and over will eventually (read: after 4+ hours of work with very large files) swamp gm’s alotted memory, and cause gm to lock up. but running out of memory is a hunter not unbeknownst to its prey. i have a contingency. my contingency is to save immediately, and have backups in case something goes wrong. which sometimes it does.

i would say it’s like a 90/10 chance

anyway, today this corrupted my file.

and corrupted my automatically generated backup save file. 

because i accidentally hit the save button twice.

this was about an hour and a half ago. yes, the filename for this subproject was literally just called ‘fuck’. that was the word that was on my mind at the time. i dont think i was upset or anything i was just like ‘fuck’ but like, thats how i always am. the intention was to just import the project into gms and then merge it wholesale with the main jack and casie project, so the title of the 8.1 version mattered very little. you should see the rest of them. i have 4 files called temp0 through temp4 and some of them are just backups of the same file

anyway, if i had just failed to save or something (or just closed the window without trying to save) i would have lost 30 minutes worth of work. but because i took my shots, i lost weeks of work. like, the majority of the month of february. there’s supposed to be a demo out in march. march is in 7 days.

i went to bed and began to rethink my options. and also fall asleep, because i have been up for like 19 hours and i had just eaten and basically i was a mess of debuffs at that very second. fortunately, because i am a big fuckin showoff and enjoy rubbing my shit in people’s faces, i had a cache of shit lying around on discords and slacks and line chats i guess that i could just re-integrate back into my tileset proper but that would still leave me without the conversation engine which is stupidly robust and involved and took the majority of the time (the rest of the time was like, not even drawing the tileset: more like working out what the fuck non-enemy things would look like in jack and casie) i had spent on coding fuck.gm81. i had already done it once though so i had worked out the theory, so i just had to do it again. which i could do! it would just take all day.

there’s an exhibition tomorrow. and i was falling asleep. it was at this very second i realized that my mistake in accidentally pressing a finicky touch keyboard button twice had actually ruined pretty much everything, and decided to actually fall asleep in order to hide from my problems

so i laid there for like 45 minutes, ostensibly trying to go to sleep. not even really mad at this point or even like upset. more like that perfect trance like state of being simultaneously so infuriated but also so completely defeated that youre aware that raising a hand at all in protest is a waste of energy so instead you decide to just fuckin sit there, grimacing, trying to will a solution into existence

game maker studio has an import function that pulls information from a .gm81 file. it’s kind of finicky and kind of weird because it reads every asset one at a time and imports them one at a time so it’s kind of slow but you get to see a nice big bar that fills up as gms works its way through your file. it’s pretty satisfying. also, fuck.gm81 wasn’t an empty file. it was like 92kb or something. it wasnt corrupted in that it disintegrated or something and all the packets were destroyed, it was more like something was just being read wrong by gm8.1

i realized this all at once. i then realized i was screaming

importing it to gms worked

not perfectly, but well enough

i could fix a broken system in a heartbeat. or at least faster then i could build a new one.

the biggest problem is the obvious corruption. apparently, because i ran out of memory building backgrounds, the backgrounds are what got corrupted. in particular the main tileset that i had been working on for the past couple days had completely been replaced by just a sheer 255 255 255 black. but more importantly all the new art i had done for casie and company are OK, and my code is OK, and after a little digging i found a screenshot i had posted around of Casie’s Outpost in development

and now i just have to

rip my own

pixel art

but it beats doing it over again!

Here’s the Dealio

As you know, I’ve been disappearing for months at a time for this blog.

I would come back and say “I plan on working on the story!” in trying to keep some of your hopes alive. And there was a point when that was 100% true (I even thought about a revamp the other day)

Unfortunately, the worst, and probably what many of you have predicted, has happened-
I’ve fallen out of the Undertale fandom.

There’s a myriad of reasons why- the most major one being that this was the absolute first time that I let a fandom consume me and my time so much.

I spent all of 2016 pretty much drawing fanart- albeit original-ish in content.

If there’s two things I’m incredibly thankful; it’s for the fact that drawing so damn frequently for this blog and UT in general has helped me improve vastly in my art, and it’s for the people I’ve gotten to meet, briefly talk to, read the content of, befriend…

I pulled some friendships from this fandom that I treasure dearly <3 and other’s that, when I have a chance, I’d love to build up on.

But that’s another story for another day OvO;;;;;;

That aside, I wanted to get back into making original/personal content for the year 2017 and onwards. I’m a storywriter and character designer (which, looks pretty pretentious when self-proclaimed lmao, but it’s true). And those were the main reason’s why I was so attracted to the UT fandom and the idea of how you guys all create such beautiful character designs and stories off of this one amazing story. You’ve all spun it into something of your own, and each twist and turn and development is an amazing experience not only for us as Content Creators, but for us Consumers. I absolutely loved making different offsets of Charas and Frisks
Sometimes of other monsters
I loved making a bajillion AUs and writing stories and making blogs (although the only two I’ve ever focused on were this one and Flipfell).

Sometimes I have a moment of relapse and draw a chara or Frisk or two.

OVERALL, THOUGH; I’ve more or less moved on from this fandom. Not because I’m bored of it, heaven’s no. But because I want to be able to focus on making o.cs and bringing their stories back to life.

Now, what the hell does one do with 600,000 Charas and Frisks they redesigned and altered after pulling away from the UT fandom, you ask?

You don’t just throw those away lmao. O.cs are time, they’re care, and they’re a precious part of you. We all love our children.

So, I’ve managed to redesign and oc-ify most, if not all, of my existing Chara’s and Frisks- including Oreo (NH Frisk) and Snaps (NH Chara). And for the most part, those two  are my absolute biases.

So here’s where you guys, and this blog comes in.

While some of my designs will be taking to the shelf and getting a bit dusty, I’ve been getting to work with NH Chara and Frisk- making them into their own story (whilst tying in some of my other Chara and Frisk biases.)

It’s a story I’ve been actively working on daily for the last 5 months or so. And I plan to make it a comic (originally, it was going to be a pixel rpg- but I’m impatient, and I don’t want to rope my gaming circle into focusing on my characters. I’d rather the game we make be something all three of us create together).

I may not post the comic here on tumblr- I was planning to do that for a site it’s better formatted for like Tapastic or Webtoon. 

However, considering I’ve been working on the story so frequently for the last few months- to the point where I have far more interest in it than I do their origins (No-Heal), or any other o.cs/stories I have, I produce a lot of doodles, short comics, drawings, headcanons, ideas, the like, for these characters. And I’ve been sharing it all on my personal art blog. 

But, I’ve decided I may not want to flood my art blog with a story that “massive” (it’d become the majority of my art blog due to how much I focus on those characters, and I don’t want that).

So I thought


Because this is the place of my bbies’ origin

And because you guys may enjoy my content and where I go with my children

I could convert this blog into the homebase for this comic’s story and content.

Now, I’m not going to delete all of the previous posts- I’m a hoarder, and I like to look back on my growth from the beginning to where I am now. I love this blog dearly. I love NH dearly, I love UT and what it’s given me dearly. 

And I finally have something more to show for it. 

For the most part, I wanted to check in with you guys on this.
Keep in mind, I may go through with the change regardless, so this would be more of a warning post than anything.

The reason I’m choosing to do this here is because some of you have been here since the blog’s conception, watching me grow and play around with NH Frisk and NH Chara. So I thought- maybe you’d all want to keep up with where they are now ; v;

ThatandI’mtiredofmakingnewemailsIhavelike6tumblrsIhavehadenougH lmao

That being said, If you want no part of this, you’re welcome to unfollow, and I respect that decision. You didn’t come here to watch me prattle about o.cs probably ahaha, and I’m sorry to disappoint that I won’t be continuing much with No-Heal. It was nice having been of service to you for the time that you were here!!

I think I’ve gotten everything out that I’ve needed to.

I’m going to schedule this post a few times throughout the day, so everyone gets a chance to see it!! I really would like feedback on this matter, especially if you’re planning to continue following. Send an ask on how you feel, etc.

And send asks about the story!! The characters- what I’ve done with NH Frisk and Chara, a summary if you’d like, etc. 

Just like
Don’t be pissy about me letting go of NH lol

Now for the treat of this post, and my bribing content //eyes emoji- some of the shitty doodles I’ve produced for this story

These are the current designs for all of the main characters!! NH Frisk (Avery) is at the very front, NH Chara (Mikhail) to the right of them. Fun fact; everyone in the back were also once Frisks and a Chara !! A lot of the character’s in this story were.

Some of the designs have most definitely changed a bit up to that point, though, since I’m still working out outfit designs and etc. suitable for each character and the story’s various settings!! So below this, a lot of designs will vary 

I hope I can get you guys on board for this- I mean I might go through with the change anyway- but I’m a selfish shellfish and want as little frowny faces as possible ;v;

Thank you for reading this post, for sticking around when i’ve been disgustingly inactive, and for just
In general being cool people.
I hope you all have a nice morning, day, and/or night <3

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Anon requested competitive!Minghao where you get into a contest and you’re kind of mean to each other during because you want to win, but you end up really respecting each other.  

You were friends with Mingyu first, and now you’re friends with the rest of Seventeen through his introduction. You love them all, but the boy who seems to impact you most strongly is a certainly lanky member of the performance team. The one who takes any chance to dab, make a biting hilarious comment, or quickly reassure a sad friend in his no-nonsense voice. The one who is an intriguing balance of cool and cute. With perfect arms and a smile to die for. But also the most infuriating person you had ever met. Minghao. 

You find your thoughts drifting to him even now, as you walk into the dorms with Mingyu. Your eyes linger on a familiar jacket hanging on a hook, and you remembered how unfairly good it looks on its owner. You almost want to try it on just to prove you would look better. Mingyu laughs.

“Oh god, you’re so obvious.” he says. 

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me and my friends watched more miraculous. it continued to be a wild ride

part one

stuff that’s not in quotes is me, anything in quotes is one of my friends

(note: some nsfw stuff, including sex mentions this time)


  • “i think alya’s my favorite so far”
  • “alya’s thicc”
  • i like how she hides
    “that’s what i would do”
  • “i hope he hears it”
  • [if he does i’ll die of shame]
  • “[adrien]’s a sexy beast”
  • [it’s locked!]
    “no SHIT it’s called a LOCKer”
  • [what does ladybug see in him?]
    “god only knows”
  • “i love how i relate to the butterflies because they’re all like on the ground around him, but when they see the harsh light of day they all *hisses*”
  • [the thought makes me puuurrrr]
    “*shudders* can we NOT”
  • [of course adrien would own a high tech phone]
    mari you do too
    “pfff yeah it’s right there”
  • “why won’t this thing come off? because it’s extra”
  • [transforms] “extra”
  • “*points to chat* yellow”

(more copycat, as well as dark cupid, pixelator, animan, darkblade, the pharaoh, timebreaker, and the gamer under the cut)

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hirami  asked:

3. “I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.” or 18. “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.” for Seto Kaiba and AI Yami? If you want :3c

I suppose this can be counted as a practice run for what I’m planning for [Artificial Doll], but it won’t be for a while. If ever.

Here’s a drabble on a scene I’ve been thinking of.

@mooguriklaine-art I reckon you’d love this too.


Kinda. The dueling part. So scroll past it if you don’t want to read it.

If it weren’t for Mokuba, he doubts he would have confidence in his own skills. The amount of information he had gathered, the amount of editing his directives have done to his own code, and the sheer amount of practice he had to do to get to this level. It would make any human being break, it would make any machine break.

When people say Kaiba is a mean dueling machine, they might actually be overestimating the abilities of a machine. He was an artificial intelligence using the latest technology and one of the largest cloud networks in the world, and oftentimes he was on the verge of being tired.

He duels, and duels, and duels.

And he still loses, he still can’t beat Kaiba, his creator. He can’t do what Kaiba wants him to do despite everything, and it stings. If it weren’t for Mokuba’s constant assurances that he was fine, that he was doing great, that his learning curve was incredible. If it weren’t for his constant reminders that Seto Kaiba is one of the greatest duelists in existence, that his goal was someone who was of equal caliber as his creator, that his bar was set so high it was literally in the afterlife. He probably would have resigned to being a failure.

Instead, he’s resigned to dealing with a dueling monster that was Seto Kaiba.

He doesn’t know if he’ll win, but he’ll try. He always does, but now, he’s going to try like he’ll be permanently deleted if he loses. Somehow, this feels like a tipping point. Kaiba had been stuck in a rut for a while, and the outcome of this duel might change it. It was just a feeling.

Or maybe it was because they were in a high-res virtual construction of a cathedral for no explicable reason, that could be it.

Analyzing data…

Action: Activate trap.

“I use my two monsters to activate my trap monster, Dimension Reflector!” He declares, willing the card to flip up. He could tap the button in his Duel Disk, but that seemed less dramatic. Also, it was easier to interact with the objects directly, the disk was just for aesthetic purposes. Ah, he’ll never miss his old body, where he was only a screen with text. “And its attack becomes the same as your monster’s!”



Dark Magician Girl - ATK: 2000 | DEF: 1700

Dark Magician - ATK: 2500 | DEF: 2100

Dimension Reflector - ATK: 4500 | DEF: 4500

“Its attack damage is then aimed at you!” He points at Kaiba, wondering if there are any surprises he has left. He knows Kaiba has one card set, and he should be wary.

But this is the only actions left for him to do. There’s nothing in his hand or field that can help counter or remove that set card.

He’ll just have to believe.

“Now it’s over-” for who, he wonders. “-Kaiba!”

Detecting a shift in CREATOR’s eyes.

It’s over for him, isn’t it. “Damn,” he whispers.

“Trap card, Enhanced Counter,” Kaiba declares calmly, eyes closed. “The damage is negated, and added to my monster’s attack.”



Neo Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon - ATK: 4500 → 9000 | DEF: 3800

“Kaiba…” This felt final, like it was the last straw. Like Kaiba had come to a realization.

“In the end, I’m just playing with my memories,” Kaiba says, slowly opening his eyes. “Get out of my sight, Yuugi!”

This is the first time he had acknowledged the name of his grief.

“Hyper Ultimate Burst!”


Input: Ouch.

“If there’s one thing I wish I could have from a human,” he mumbles, patting his shoulder to calm the glitch stuttering because of the dragon’s attack. “It’s having to be paid to deal with this.”

The cathedral disintegrates into clouds of pixels, and by the virtual room’s command, he should to.

Overriding program.

VR simulation program shut down terminated.

That is, if he were a normal dueling A.I.

It takes only a second for Kaiba to realize something isn’t right, and his face is a face of pure annoyance that the avatar of the other Yuugi was still present.

“I ordered you to shut down.”

“Yes, the ‘get out of my sight, Yuugi’ was an obvious indication of that,” he says dryly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s next, Kaiba?”

“I’ll be updating your systems later-”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “I meant, after this,” he spreads his arms. “After realizing the limits to my progress. I can copy the other Yuugi as much as I can, but I’ve reached my limit because he’s not here anymore,” he sees Kaiba stiffen at that. “So, what now? What’s next, Kaiba?”


“I’m using your memories, I’m using other people’s memories, but I’m not using his,” he shrugs. “I’m not even a copy of the original, I’m a copy of a copy. And that has a large margin of error. You know this, you’ve known this the moment you first ran my code. This was a project built to fail.”

A screen pops up in front of Kaiba.

Output: So what’s next, Kaiba? What will you do?

“What were you trying to do in the first place?” He adds quietly, and not for the first time, Kaiba notices how much emotion there was in the avatar’s eyes. Especially when the A.I was in control. “What do you want?”

He has an inkling on what’s shining in those eyes.

“I want your absence,” Kaiba says coldly. “Not your pity. Now do as I say, you’re not my therapist. I created you to duel-”

“You created me as a replacement!” He shouts, violet eyes burning with rage. “You think my memory is faulty? You think I deleted the files of all the times you mistook me as him?! All the words you wished to say to him but never did?! All your regrets?! I HAVE ALL OF THEM!”

It’s so odd, Kaiba thinks. That a program would simulate breathing heavily when he-… it doesn’t need to. When it has no respiratory system to begin with. This was all digital audio.

“What I want to know is why you think that’s part of your protocols,” Kaiba says, crossing his arms and seemingly looking at the avatar. Anywhere but the eyes. “Regardless of my intent, it shouldn’t be part of your programming to care about this.”

“Maybe because I’m alive.”

Kaiba scoffs. “That’s what you think.”

“It’s what I know,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “It’s what you know, Mr. Can’t Look At My Eyes,” he snorts at the slight twitch in Kaiba’s fingers. “Perhaps alive is not the right term, but I am not non-living. I am not inanimate. I can tell because I feel things.”

“Feel things,” there is doubt in that voice.

“Things like pain, especially when you push yourself,” he says. “Especially when you’re hurt. Especially when your brother is hurt. Pain is always evident, perhaps it’s not like human pain - I wouldn’t know,” he was built differently after all. “But all I know is that while the other Yuugi had… well, Yuugi and the others. I have you and Mokuba, and I’ll do anything within my abilities to keep you both safe.”

“Yuugi would have been about believing in friendship and all that drivel.”

“You know that’s not all he was,” he refutes. “He’s willing to do everything to protect his loved ones, no matter the consequences. He has more hesitation than you, but in the end… there’s no question on what he would choose.”

The silent question was: Why would he be any different?

“I’m coming with you,” he says firmly. “Whatever you do next, I’m coming with you.”

Kaiba looked ready to protest.

“No, I know your plans, I know the excavation undergoing,” he steps forward, eyes brimming with determination. There and then, Kaiba could see how much the A.I was like the other Yuugi. Not in dueling, but in other aspects. “And frankly, anything dealing with the Items is dangerous. I refuse to be shut down when I know you’ll be out doing something stupid and risky.”

He just wished the aspects weren’t hardheadedness and brutal honesty. “And what can an A.I do against the magical dangers of the Items?”

“Brutally kick it with technology, like you’ve always done,” he grins. “Your new Duel Disk isn’t perfect, especially the one customized to fit your neural capacity. It’s still risky for your mind to fully access the Crystal Cloud and be conscious, isn’t it?”

Damn it, that was one of the things he was frustrated with. “Yes,” he grits out.

“Well, it’s not hard for me,” he smirks, more arrogantly than he had done when they were dueling. “Put me in your system, let me be your buffer, your middleware in a way. All the data you need, I’ll give. It’s not the transcend experience you had in the Neurons project, but at least you won’t die.”

He remembers the tear streaked face of Mokuba that day. “Fine, it’d be a waste of your capacities to limit you to only dueling,” Kaiba admits. “But if I find anything unsatisfactory with your performance, you will be removed from my disk.”

“Of course.”

There was one thing the A.I was wrong about it-… his assessment. That this project was a failure.

It was a surprise, something he didn’t expect, but an A.I transcending their own programming? Learning to the point that they make decisions beyond their compiled protocols and logic? That was a success in itself, for both the creator and the creation.

  ❝ Can you believe that skyline – ? Ah, well, perhaps you all can’t, you haven’t seen it yet ! Believe me when I say its beautiful, and I’m a man who knows beauty  ! 

      ❝ I know, I know, ‘ Laslow don’t be wasting time ’, but I assure you, you’ll LOVE what I have to say this time  ! I have excellent news regarding our schedule of events  ! Er, that being we have one. Tentative as it may be, myself and Robin squared ( talk about weird  ?? ) have agreed that this will give you all the basics of the week’s layout, so you all can plan ahead  ! Considerate, right  ? I know, you can thank me later for being so thoughtful.


                     SNO CONE SOCIAL.

     Cabana check-in, but save the unpacking for later  ! Complimentary sno cones are served all day long as we, the mods, spend today welcoming guests to the luxury Hotrealms resort! Grab a sno cone from the cabana bar because today is the day to get to know your fellow resort comrades! Walk around the resort and view the boardwalk, and as always, I am ALWAYS available for any lonely adventurers. Take a stroll on the beach and wade in the water, go for a swim if you’d like  ! This is just a day to get a feel for your surroundings and explore everything the resort has to offer  ! Kick back, relax, and socialize  ! or don’t, if that’s what you prefer.


      Did someone say ladies in bikinis – AHEM – er, swimsuits all around  ? Surely you’ve already procured a swimsuit, why not show it off  ? We are now taking reservations to walk the stage for this Summer Scramble’s Swimsuit Showcase  ! Handmade or commissioned, if you’re interested in the opportunity to earn bragging rights about being on stage, then this is for you  ! Come in your bikini best – or, your best in general I suppose, whatever your preference, we have room for you on the catwalk  !

    Also, Robin and Reflet have given me word of a sandcastle contest  ! I personally will offer you bonus points if you manage to build your sandcastle on someone. I would assume they will have more information on this later  !



     The boardwalk is NOW OFFICIALLY OPEN. All shoppes have been open for a while now, we realize, but now there’s more to do  ! Vendors have all moved in and – is that lemon cake  ?? Anyway, there’s going to be a whole big stretch of gift booths, and leis are available for purchase  ! You may see some familiar faces running booths of their own, so be sure to give them your support and stop in  ! Avoiding having to walk all the way into town for something small for your love interest has never been easier! Well, except if they need a new shirt, or a sunhat, but you get the point. Also, along with the boardwalk vendors, we’re excited to announce the dunk tank among many other activities! Yours truly will take the first seat ( more like forced into it ) and the other two will follow suit. No ticket necessary, just jump in line until time limits are cut short, as will the lines. But this is your chance to show no mercy, and get your game face on for Wednesday  ! And have I mentioned the sunset from the view of the boardwalk  ? Not even a beautiful girl could distract me – er, alright, alright, maybe she would a little.

      And I’ve also heard word of a crushing watermelons contest  ? What in the Gods’ name . . I suppose some of these people can crush watermelons with their bare hands. Perhaps that’s something someone can enlighten me on later.


     Is your team ready to take the trophy home  ? Is your body beach ready ? Wednesday is being spent on beach front territory  ! The volleyball nets are going up, the referees are ready to call the shots. Gather up your teams and play to win ( you’re joining TEAM LASLOW, right ~  ?) . Trash talk is always fun, but don’t get out of hand, now  !Nobody likes a sore loser, especially when you already know you’re going to lose ~. Compete to defeat, my friends, lay on that sunscreen thicker than faceless skin  !

      For those uninterested in volleyball  but still wishing to compete and hone their skills: maybe beach wrestling is good for you  ! Go up against other strongmen, or women, in a test of physical strength. Nobody likes a face full of sand so come prepared to knock your opponent to the ground. Try to keep rough physical harm such as actually making someone bleed all over the sand to a minimum . . we’re really trying not to have any casualties . . please don’t turn this into a death match. I’m begging, I’m not a very good nurse.

     Not the sporty type  ? Grab some goodies and flags to wave from the boardwalk and cheer on your favorites to victory! They’ll love hearing your harmonious cries ~, even when you’re cheering for me.

***Volleyball teams ARE ENCOURAGED. There has been talk on the dash about potential teams and this is to organize all of those. Matches will be generated ala ‘ hunger games simulator ’ style. We will be posting a call for captains very soon, are we’re looking for 4-8 teams to compete gauntlet-style. If you are interested in forming a team of 10-12 players, be on the lookout. Ground rules and more description on this to come  ! All ‘ teams ’ will get a special treat!


      Seems like Anna has some new ‘ weapons ’ to share with us  ! Only these come in the form of pelting your enemies without mercy! I daresay no one is safe from the attacks of those who even they think they can trust. All of you sitting ducks in the umbrella lounge had better watch out! Oh, it would proooooobably be wise of you to not wear your Thursday best for this, ladies and gentleman, it’s about to get messy  ! Water guns and paint balloons will be available at checkpoints for pickup, only one weapon per person but balloons are unlimited  ! Let’s see who can avoid getting hit  ! No holds barred and no one’s off limits – w-well except for me of course  ! You wouldn’t hit your humble host now would you  !?


     Spend your day how you like, my friends, but you have to join us for the bonfire  ! Anna has told us she’s providing the makings for uh, s’mores I believe  ? Chocolate and marshmallows on graham crackers  ? Sounds good to me  ! I’m certain a few candy-loving souls will melt at the taste of one! Also, yours truly will have an extra little treat in store for you  ! In addition to this, once nightfall is upon us, we can partake in SCARY STORIES. Bring your most terrifying stale to hold the attention of your comrades and really scare us  ! Make us so paranoid to walk back to our cabanas without holding someone’s arm afterwards  ! Top three scariest stories get prizes ~ Good enough to give it a go, right  !? C’mon, don’t be so afraid to give us a fright  !

*Scary stories can be SUBMITTED to the EVENT PAGE INBOX. These will be compiled into a compilation post for other followers to READ and VOTE on which one they think is best! NAMES WILL NOT BE ATTACHED to give fair chances and rule out ‘popularity’ votes. DEADLINES FOR SCARY STORIES ARE BEFORE THE 30TH !!

** Scary stories MUST be original. Any submitted may be subjected to be cross referenced for copy/paste. Obviously be as creative as you want, and as in character as you can be with this! Names/URLs will not be posted with them to again, avoid popularity vote, so being ‘ in character ’ is encouraged  !

*IN ADDITION, we will be planning a movie night stream  ! A poll will be going up to vote on a movie to be shown FRIDAY NIGHT. Time is still TBA once we are able to figure out an ideal timeframe. So pop some popcorn and join us  !


     Ah, the end of a vacation can be so bittersweet. The final day is always the hardest, is it not  ? Having to pack up all of your things and shamefully realizing you’ve bought too many souvenirs . . wait, that isn’t just me right  ? Fear not, my friends, this wonderful week shan’t end with an upset, but with a bang  ! Preoccupy your day with whatever you would like but join us Saturday night for FIREWORKS  ! Anna is helping me put together a great lineup of a lightshow for you all  ! We’re hoping you’ll enjoy it and that will wrap up a breathtaking and relaxing week up nicely with a bow as we all return home  !

       ❝ And I, your humble host, will be most everywhere during this week. If we bump into one another, do join me for a smoothie, eh  ?

   ❝ This is all for now, but if YOU have any suggestions, don’t be afraid to approach me or either of the other two, or drop something into our suggestions box. And if you would rather run something on your own, OUR VENDOR APPLICATIONS are still open ! I would love to see more of my wonderful comrades selling their wares or contributing to this in any way they can  ! It’s been lovely to see the excitement already  ! We’ll see you soon  !

** Many of the main events will have their own ask meme to coincide with it  ! Activities and other roleplayer’s booth events are taking place everyday, but of course, people are busy and threads and ask prompts can be continued on other days, and even past the event week  ! We are actively working to make this schedule work and be fun for everyone  ! We hope you’re as excited as we are  !

Prom & Hospital Replies

Replies to my most recent comments. I’m going to write a Pixel Rust update now, but if I have time once I finish and post that then I will try to do some more. But in case I don’t get around to it, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has commented on (and liked!) my stuff, and I apologize for not being more consistent about responding. Your feedback means the world to me, and I sincerely feel so blessed by your support. <3


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@bathsoaps - 4 times Guang-Hong brought the gasoline. umm, hope you like?? haha, this got a little long, too. 


The whole world probably had a simultaneous aneurysm when Ji Guang-Hong announced his theme for the 2015 Grand Prix finals as Bonds and Violence. Shy, sweet Guang-Hong, who blushed for the media and sent Snapchats with flowers threaded through his hair…

And sure, Leo was a little bit surprised. But at the same time, he wasn’t, because even though skating was supposed to be about reaching outside your comfort level, he knew Guang-Hong better than that. Anyone who thought he was all flowers and blushing was an idiot.

(Or they just didn’t know him well enough. Not the way Leo did, at least.)

Because Guang-Hong was ten thousand tons of explosive energy corked into the world’s cutest bomb, his pretty smile the curved sheath to a knife. He was dirty jokes slid under your ribs at 3 AM and slivers of pale skin right beneath the edges of his sweater…

He could probably kill Leo and not even get any blood on his pink cheetah-print curtains.

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DAY SEVEN: Hallways

WELL… i’m a little late on this one. but whatever! 

FINAL DAY! EXCEPT NOT REALLY! a story about a world where soulmates are connected through their dreams by hallways. soulmates can pass through these hallways, but to their mates, they’ll always appear invisible in this dreaming world unless they’ve met once in the waking world. max and johnny are in this one.

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anonymous asked:

I have a request for a tutorail if you can do one that is,uhmm Could you teach use how to make custom bodies/poses??

Of course.

An introduction: I use Paint Tool SAI. If you do not use Paint Tool SAI,  your method of editing sprites may be different, but the idea is the same. If you have any questions(on the method or Paint Tool SAI), feel free to inbox/message me, but not on anonymous; that way, I can help you personally.

I am no means an expert, nor am I a good teacher, but hopefully this will help.

Custom bodies and poses can be done in two ways; by making your own resources completely or pulling from others to have different arms and poses depending on what you choose.

What that means is draw out your own pose, whether by scratch or using a pose already made, completely covering it:

Don’t ask why they all have capes; it ended up being coincidental and dumb.

Or taking various parts to make one(hint: the arm) while keeping the rest:

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Search (Jongdae x Reader), pt. 2

Kim Jongdae: boyfriend, little shit, and still soulmate-less

Part 1 ○ Epilogue

fluff, 3.6k words, jongdae/reader, soulmate au

// AGE 8

“What’re you doing?” Jongdae asks you. He moves from your bedroom door to stand next to you, looking over your shoulder.

“Making a scrapbook,” you reply. You carefully glue a photo of you and Jongdae making mud pies to a sheet of bright green paper with stripes on it.

“Scrapbook? What’s that?” he asks, sitting down across from you. He eyes the scene before him curiously: sheets of brightly colored paper with playful patterns neatly stacked in a pile next to you, a pair of scissors and a few glue sticks to the side, paper scraps strewn across the floor, a pile of photos that you picked out yourself on your lap.

“Well,” you say, picking up the paper to admire your handiwork. “Mamma says that a scrapbook’s like a photo album, where you put a bunch of photos in it, but more fun. You get to be creative and, like, decorate things. She said that we should do one together.”

“Okay, that sounds cool,” Jongdae says, reaching over to grab a sheet of paper. It’s white with racecars on it. “Do I just need to glue this photo on here?”

You put your paper down to look at him. “Well, yeah. I mean, I was thinking that we should first glue all the photos on here, then we can go back and cut cool designs and write things.”

“Cool,” he says, snatching a photo from your lap. In the photo, you and Jongdae are building a snow fort together, both of you bundled up in bulky coats. “I bet my pages will look better than yours and that I’ll get more done than you. Consider the few pages you already finished a handicap.”

You gape at him, astonished. “You did not just say that, Dae.”

He gives you a devilish grin. “Oh yes I did.”

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impossible if

from @falteringperceptions‘s prompt: "Queequeg" and “movie night” :)

 This is an episode tag for “Wetwired”, pretty much.

At nine o'clock, Mulder gives up on his report. He’s been staring at the same three sentences for hours. Just after dinner he’d typed Agent Scully’s actions were due to and then he’d erased the words, gone back and typed them again, erased them. He doesn’t know how to assign blame and he refuses to blame her.

After all, she’s stared down the barrel of his gun this year. This is just karma.

That’s what he tells himself. But he keeps hearing her say he’s lied to me from the beginning, keeps seeing her teary-eyed and terrified. He keeps seeing the body of that other woman, spread out on a table at the Frederick County Morgue. He’s seen Scully alive and well (enough) since then, but he keeps seeing her face on that body. Nude, shot in the forehead. Mulder hadn’t even been surprised. Every time she doesn’t pick up her phone he half-expects it. They will both die horribly, eventually.

He just wants to see her. If she’s with him, if he can touch her, the nightmare will be over. It’ll have to be over.

At nine-thirty he shows up at her door. He knocks and gets nothing, so he tries calling “Scully?” through the door and hears her faint response: “Come in.”

She’s curled up in a corner of the couch, a wool blanket tucked around her feet. The room is dark except for the TV.

“Movie night?” he asks.

Her eyes are slightly glazed. He suspects that she wouldn’t be able to tell him what she’s watching. “I guess,” she says. Behind the TV set there’s a pile of unplugged cords, sloppily coiled; Scully’s cable box is dark. There’s a Blockbuster case laying open on the floor. No interference.

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staos, ch2: congrats, you played yourself

on Ao3 | on ffnet

1 | 2

i’m having fun with this. i’m genuinely enjoying myself. this is ridiculous on like 42 different levels, but you know what? it’s fun.

i’m still not sure when updates will be, i just don’t know they won’t be all that regular. you know, considering i wrote 3.5k of this last night in one sitting and am uploading it less than 12 hours later. but anyway

enjoy the madness~

Adrien can’t stop his mind from whirling on the way to school. There’s a slight anxiety building up in his stomach, making him bounce his leg nonstop, no doubt irritating the hell out of Plagg. He just has so much to think about.

Like Ladybug. And when she’ll come back and what they’ll talk about and the fact that he’s fake dating Ladybug. Marinette. What he’s going to say to her. The fact that he’s also fake dating Marinette. He’s fake dating both of them.

He still can’t figure out why Ladybug would lie about dating someone. He can’t figure out why she would name him either. All of the questions he has are slowly taking over his brain.

But he can’t let them. He has to focus. One step at a time, and step one is getting through the school day without acting any different around Marinette. Which will undoubtedly be a little awkward. Hopefully only for him. Hopefully no one else notices any possible awkwardness.

Any chance of that goes out the window when he opens the car door and realizes everyone is staring at him. Everyone outside of the school has stopped talking to just look at him. Chloé raises her eyebrows when he meets her eyes like he’s supposed to know what that means. And he doesn’t? Have any clue what’s going on?

Nino and Alya come up behind him and grab his arms, dragging him off behind the bushes. The bushes that he’s associated with Marinette and Alya, because for some reason, they’re always hiding behind them.

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So I wrote a little thing based off texting-bts‘s Got7 Internet friend texts with Jackson Wang. I wrote it for a friend, and although I’ve dedicated it to them, I wanted to share it with everyone! So I hope you’ll all enjoy it! > u< I plan on writing more, so this is only part one! btrpotterlove, kainichiwa, this is for you!

Title: Internet Friends ft. Jackson Wang Pt. 1
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1416
[S/N] - State Name
[Y/N] - Your Name
WP - Wang Puppy

Everyone with a friend over the internet can relate to the late nights, the Skype video and audio calls, and the dreaming of the day where they can meet. The relationship you hold with one Jackson Wang is no different.

In fact the two of you were very familiar with the struggles that came with keeping a friend from another time zone. People don’t give enough credit to those who can keep a friend who is 13 hours ahead of you. There were so many, countless times you would wake up to missed messages and attempted video chats, and so many, countless times when you’d keep him up all night due to the fact it was hard to match the free time you both had.  It was a bitch to plan the time to talk, and someone always fell asleep during a call.

Jackson was a reason to lose sleep, and Jackson felt the same about you. The two of you would spend hours at a time on Skype, talking about everything and nothing. Laughing at some fanfictions you’d come across, and you’d send to him the link so he can follow along as you’d dramatically read it aloud. Screen-sharing your computer in order to watch anime together, since you both had issues starting the stream at the same time. Dreaming together about how your first meeting would be like.

Everyone with a friend over the internet can relate to the excitement of dreaming and planning the day they would meet, and what they’d do together after they’d meet. But, everyone also knows that the chances of things like such happening are close to never.

There was a point, you can’t exactly place when it started, though, where every conversation the two of you would have ended in a fantasy of the two of you meeting, or of who would do what if they were there with the other. It made your heart flutter as you planned and laughed together. It was nice to dream, but you felt the chances of you two actually meeting were very slim, if not altogether impossible.

So when the day came that Jackson announced that he’d raised the money to afford a plane ticket to [S/N], you laughed.

“Really, Jackson, I mean, I love talking about that kinda stuff, and the idea of meeting you in person is really-“ There was a lag on your computer screen before Jackson reappeared, holding a plane ticket in one hand, and a victory sign in the other. He laughed as it caused your jaw to slack, and all the words on your tongue to roll off in one slurred trail.

“You were saying, [Y/N]? Meeting me in person is really…?” He teased, with this smug look on his face that would have probably looked better if it weren’t distorted by pixels. The egotistical behavior that would normally have you rolling your eyes wasn’t enough to tame the urge to scream and hug him – something – in excitement.

“YOU’RE COMING TO [S/N]!!” You screamed, practically ignoring his question, and he laughed again. After your little spaz attack, you laughed along with him.

“The next month is going to be PAINFULLY slow.” He admits, and you nod. Not even the eminent wait will take you down from your high right now. After your shock passed, the two of you continued talking about all the places you’d go and the things you’d do when he arrives, until you fell asleep in the call.


After three years of horrible planning, promises neither you nor Jackson were confident in keeping, and a whole month of waiting, the day has finally come where you would pick him up from the airport. You arrive close to 1:30 in the morning, being that the plane’s ETA was about 2am. You make your way through the airport, finding baggage claim as soon as you walk in. A little farther in, past security check, you find where the flight gates are. Looking down one wing of gates, and turning your head to study the other, you pull from your purse a packet of folded papers. It lists the flight number, the airline, and the number of tickets purchased, but not which gate the plane will be arriving at.

You decide to take a seat at a bench by security check until you get another update from the airline. Waiting, you scroll through your messages from way back when, nostalgically rereading for the umpteenth time how you both planned your first meeting. Your heart pounds with anxiety and anticipation, wondering if your first encounter would go anything how you both planned, or if it would go impromptu.

It takes a half an hour for your phone to vibrate in your hands, scaring you half to death. As a reflex, your thumb taps the banner that says ‘1 New Message(s)’. Your eyes skim the message, since your mind can’t keep up with the rush of thoughts. It was an alert from the airline, saying that the flight has landed on time. Suddenly your hands feel hot, and your phone is slick from the sweat that forms in your palms. You’re completely nervous about meeting him, and almost every one of your worries being about how he’d think of you.

You lock your phone and slide it into your purse, pushing all your thoughts away. You stand up, and head to the restroom by the entrance of the Gate wing. You take the time to wash your face and breathe, until your phone vibrates again, calling for your attention. You dig through your purse and pull out your phone. Two new messages flash on the screen, and you swipe your thumb across the alert.

It’s from Jackson.

WP: Hey, my plane just landed. I have to get my stuff.
WP: You’re still alive, right?

You scoff as you read the messages, most of your tension disappearing as you reply back.

[Y/N]: Of course I am. I wouldn’t die before I met my best friend you know.
[Y/N]: I’m not that rude.
[Y/N]: So which gate did you land at?

It takes a while for Jackson to respond, but after some complaints about American flight attendants he answers with ‘Gate 20’. You suck in a breath and look to your reflection. Deeming yourself decently presentable for 2 o’clock in the morning, you exit the bathroom and head down the wing to Gate 20.

You don’t like the way your hands are shaking, and you hope it’ll pass soon, but with every step closer to the gate you find yourself trembling harder. You look out the window, and your eyes trail to the plane labeled ‘Air Korea’ outside the boarding lift for Gate 20. As you approach the waiting station for Gate 20, you slow to a stop. A few people are waiting in the seats at the gate, and you wonder if they are there for the next flight, or if they’re expecting family.

Maybe they’re waiting for a friend.

You smile at the thought of other people waiting for their reunions, and the joy of being together, before your phone’s incessant vibrations once again pull your mind back to reality.


You look up from your phone to see a boy with his face to the floor, padding away at his phone with a goofy grin on his face. You roll your eyes as you respond, verbally.

“Jackson, stop texting me and look up.”

It obviously takes a minute for him to get the message because he stops mid-typing and looks up to see you walking toward him. His face immediately brightens, and he drops his bags as he runs to you, taking you in his arms before spinning you around. Long after he’s done spinning you, he refuses to let you go, hugging you tighter. You laugh breathlessly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

He finally pulls back to reveal the grin on his face. The smile he wears matches yours, full of wonder and excitement, and both of you don’t realize your hands are still on each other. The disbelief takes all words from the both of you, and you stand before each other, just looking at each other.

You are the first to pull away, and speak, “Welcome to [S/N], Jackson.”

He visibly melts as you speak. “It already feels like home.”

Truth and Trouble

A/N: Torako wants to learn Demonology, Bentley wants to learn more about Sigils, and Magdolen University has a Scholarship Day coming up. Too bad somebody’s put a hit out for scholarship students.

This is long: 12,400 words. Be prepared.


           “Hey Tora, what are you up to?”

           Torako tipped back in her chair to look at her Dad. “Oh, hey. Just looking up this Magdolen University in the United States. Did you know it’s pretty close to the border, so we can head into Canada at any time? Oh, and its Demonology program is pretty good.”

           Her Dad sighed and snapped his fingers twice. The floor glowed, and a chair was transported from their storage to the room; he sat on it and peered over Torako’s shoulder. “Ah, Magdolen. It’s got a fantastic Sigils program too, and a nice scholarship. Any chance of you following your old folks into the field?” He nudged her in the side.

           Torako laughed and swiped her finger on the screen, then hit the 3-D display option. It popped up and fizzed in full color, light beaming from the very top of her MSS. “Nah, Ben’s going for it, and I’m not going to beat him. Besides, Demonology is much more exciting.”

           He let out a hum, and Torako twisted to look at him. “What?”

           “Isn’t there a deal at the local college that Sainz put through, where you can go to school for free as long as your grades are up to par?” He scratched at the stubble on his cheek, fingernail bright against the dark of his skin.

           “Yeah,” Torako said. “But their Demonology program isn’t so great. In fact, it’s nonexistant.”

           Her Dad raised an eyebrow. “Ah, but their Sigils program is. Why isn’t Bentley thinking about going there? His father is…not as highly appreciated as your old folks…so shouldn’t he apply there?”

           “I don’t think he’s going to,” Torako said, scrolling through the Tuition and Fees page. Ow. Well, their hurling team had a couple sports scholarships, and she loved playing, so that would help.

           “And why Demonology?” Her Dad said. “You know, I’m not quite sure where this curiosity came from…not that it’s bad, because I trust you! Just wondering what prompted it. Why not Investigation or Speech or the Security business? You love that stuff.”

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From the Ground up

(This is going to be long, and a bit bitchy, but it takes a very positive view of season 11 and Destiel in general. Also a virtual hug to the fandom.)

So, I want to say clearly that this is something I generally don’t do: I don’t like to criticize people for doing their job wrong, even when they’re horrible at it (maybe I lived in the UK for too long, but my reaction is always a smile and a Thank you, even when waiters drop food and wine and candles on me and I catch fire and die). And, after a few spectacular rows during my first few weeks on the internet (many, many years ago) I now try not to fight with people online, because it’s a waste of time and it never ends well - the best one can hope for is the so-called reductio as Hitlerum, so, yeah.

(And I’m not saying this to imply I’m some sort of übernice person - I’m just that person who is very easily outraged and replays arguments for hours and cannot believe they would see it that way months after the thing even happened, so at one point I just decided to try and focus on the fights worth having instead of being high and mighty all the bloody time.

Also, when you get to be my age you start to realize you might not be as competent and omniscient as you once thought, so you sort of decide not to judge all the people all the time.)

That said, today I’ve been restless and mindless and I was really curious to find out what the rest of the world has been saying about The Chitters, because to me it’s really, really obvious something momentous is going on and I needed to know if I was delusional (because sometimes I am).

And, well.

I looked through a dozen reviews, and this is what the professionals had to say about the episode:

Now, I didn’t include the sources of these excerpts, because, as I said, I don’t want to fight with anyone and I don’t think ranting at one site or another would be a productive use of anyone’s time.

Still, I think it’s worth repeating that these writers are professionals who review TV series for a living and are presumably paid to do it. And yet, it’s very plain they understand nothing of what has been going on on this show.

First of all, yes, it’s true that the overall structure, split between main arc episodes and MotW episodes, is sometimes frustrating. But: a good MotW episode brings so much to the story, because Supernatural has never been about what some of these reviewers think it is about. This is not some old-school videogame where the characters are four-pixel figures who jump over things and kill things and progress to bigger and bigger monsters. The point was never to see how they could defeat a series of increasingly creepy villains. No, from the very beginning, Supernatural was about the internal struggle we all face - the monsters were, and I can’t believe this isn’t obvious to everyone, a metaphor. Because it never mattered that Sam was supposed to say yes to Lucifer, specifically. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Lucifer, he’s a jewel of a character, and also very impressive, and he does come with 2000+ years of awesome history and mythology, but Melville achieved the same effect with a freaking fish (I know, I know: not a fish, but come on), so Lucifer is clearly not the point. No, what Supernatural was always about is all that other stuff - those questions which keep us up at night (or, at least, which should keep us up at night): Who am I, really? Is it possible to truly change? To become better? To be true to myself? Is compassion stronger than violence, or is violence always the better choice? Are other people entitled to the same privileges I allow myself? Or, to put it more bluntly, will I ever believe a monster can change? Or does birth really determines who we are? What do you owe other people? What is love, and is it always a good thing? Can you ever show your love to someone by choosing to step away? What happens when I die? Does destiny exist? Or are we free to write our own path? And which option should we prefer?

These questions are fascinating because, on the one hand, they seem very deep and complex, and indeed, most philosophers have discussed the finer points over the centuries; but, on the other hand, it’s also the kind of stuff we all wonder about when we’re teenagers, or when we suffer a trauma of some kind (when someone dies or leaves us, for instance). Which is, in the end, the same thing, because God knows being a teenager is a trauma in itself (#ItGetsBetter).

Anyway, their perfect blend of complexity and accessibility is what makes them very good fiction material. Achilles had to choose between greatness and obscurity; he chose greatness, and so did Jason, and so did Theseus (they all died bloody). Menelaus chose compassion over violence, and was rewarded. Agamemnon chose violence over compassion, and he was slaughtered. So did Odyseeus, though, who was saved. Hell, even Rachel found herself at a crossroad (remain the person her family and upbringing had led her to be, or be true to herself and lose everything) because Friends may be a sitcom, but that’s the stuff that works. That’s the basis upon which everything is built. It’s even useless to make a list, because we might as well include everyone and everything.

Going back to Supernatural, the implications of this are pretty obvious. For instance, it doesn’t matter if we don’t always have new and better monsters (look at how Red Meat used werewolves) and it certainly doesn’t matter if Sam and Dean don’t spend their whole time being beaten half to death by some psyhcopathic hairless ghoul hybrid. The way they do things and what they talk about is just as important as the general direction of the season, and mostly even more so. Dean sparing his first demon wasn’t an oddity of the script: it was the beginning of a very long journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance (still ongoing). Sam struggling between his rationality (the end justifies the means) and his instinctive compassion (the need to save as many people as possible) isn’t a boring problem we’ve seen enough of already, now show me the decapitated vamp. Those things aren’t the background of the show: they are the show. What will matter, in the end, is not if Amara is defeated or not, but whether Sam and Dean, our heroes, will have managed to find their true selves and embrace them. This is what the Hero’s Journey is all about, and things have been that way since Gilgamesh and Enkidu journeyed to the Cedar Mountain almost 4000 years ago.

The fact that professional writers don’t get it is, frankly, worrisome. The fact many seem to think this episode added nothing to the season arc - the fact all of them saw Jesse and Cesar as parallels for Sam and Dean - is, and I’m sorry to be blunt, people not being able to do their jobs. Subtext is not always easy to spot, and sometimes things are complicated by the fact writers may not even be aware they’ve put something there until the thing is pointed out to them (as a very famous writer confirmed to me only last week). Which is why this joke -

- annoys me to no end.

But, well: it is perhaps unfair to ask a 15-year-old to analyze and understand a text university professors are still squabbling over. Still, anyone writing for a living - any journalist worth their salt - should be able to spot motives and patterns as a matter of course.

With that, I’m not trying to say they should see what I see because it’s Destiel and I want Destiel to happen. As many have pointed out over the years, the writers have deliberately created (are still deliberately creating) that relationship. This is not something we’re imagining. But I must also say clearly I think many of the ships I see on tumblr are wishful thinking. Not everything is a deception or a conspiracy. Sometimes, things aren’t written that way from the beginning, in my opinion, and wanting two characters to be together just because they’re both single or hot or like the same things is not the same as them being pushed together by a conscious manipulation of the plot. In other words: it is, of course, allowed to ship anyone with anyone, but the reality is, some things are canon and some aren’t. And this goes for Destiel as well: I enjoy fluff and soulful quotes as much as the next person, but I don’t think Dean is the kind of person who can be fluffy, and he definitely has a lot of ground to cover before coming even close to those lovely and long-winded declarations of love one so often reads in fanfiction.

Then again, there is wishful thinking and then there are downright mistakes. Thinking that Sam is insisting they hunt to ‘distract Dean from the Amara problem’, as one reviewer puts it, is ludicrous. It’s textual, and very loud by now, that Cas is what Dean is concerned about. Which is significant, because, surely, what he should be thinking about is that he unleashed a chaotic, all-powerful deity hell-bent on destroying the whole world - and that literally never comes up. Even last night, Sam and Dean allow Jesse and Cesar to walk off into the sunset never once mentioning that sunset could very well turn into a nuclear rain by next week, if Amara gets bored and starts messing around a bit more consistently (somehow, I don’t think she’ll decide to spare New Mexico just because). And thinking The Chitters was all about Jesse - thinking that was odd - I’m sorry, but the only thing you should be allowed to analyse is the label of a Heinz beans can. Of course it’s about Jesse, and it’s about Jesse because - I’ll help you out - Jesse is someone who’s struggled a lot to come to terms with his sexuality and his place in the hunting community, and therefore -

And stating not only that Jesse and Cesar are a parallel for Sam and Dean, but that their relationship echoes the 'loving-but-dysfunctional’ dynamic going on between the brothers - where is it written that what Jesse and Cesar have is dysfunctional in any way? It’s not, which means it’s not a parallel for what’s going on between Sam and Dean but rather -


Anyway, I’ve learned two things from this painful experience.

First, thank God for the internet and user-generated content. It’s a relatively new thing, of course, which means it doesn’t always work, but it’s also a gigantic source of meticulously peer-reviewed material, and, as we know, someone else’s critique is one of the most important elements in any kind of scientific pursuit, and also the best bulwark against utter bullshit. Back in the 1990s, those TV websites (at the time, actual paper magazines) would have been my only source of information and analysis on my favourite show, and their word would have been law. No longer.

Second, if the goal is really some kind of textual Destiel - and, Jesus, where else could we be going? - then they’re going to have to be a lot clearer than this, because it beggars belief, but some people are still not getting it. I don’t know what we need at this point - perhaps some BM moment where the whole thing comes out, and Dean admits it was beyond hard to be bi growing up - no idea. But if this is where they’re going, it needs to be stated clearly, so it won’t come as a WTF thing to - apparently - many, many viewers (and reviewers).

And finally, a big, big hug to everyone involved in Supernatural. I think they’ve done an amazing job this season, and reading all those bitchy complaints about those stupid, stupid things - monsters not being original enough, unnecessary random characters and whatnot - must be frustrating to people who’re actually trying to further a completely different plot - something which is not, and never was, about the monsters; something which is, instead, about ourselves and our place in the world.

Guys, you’ve really worked hard, and it shows. Thank you