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Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown

Penelope

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.

           Baz.

           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.

We Could Be Gigantic

for @padfootdidntdoit , whomst i would be lost without 

word count: 4700

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November

When the kettle begins boiling in earnest, it drowns out the ticking of that awful clock that Sirius found in a train station, or at the bottom of the Thames, or in nineteen fifty-two. He installed it so far up the wall behind the fridge that Lily hasn’t a hope of reaching it unless she somehow manages to grow an extra three feet, and it drives her mad (especially considering he’s only eight inches taller than her). The point of this is that Lily spends as much time as possible per day boiling the kettle. Lately, her rate of tea consumption is just about levelling James’, which is – well, she sent him a crate of real tea last week so it must be just about time to post him another one.

The clock isn’t even on the right time, which is probably the worst part. Actually, no, the fact that Lily has started automatically adding an hour and six minutes on in her head is probably the worst part.

(She was at work last week when her co-worker Dorcas had asked the time and Lily had told her it was four fifty. Needless to say, their boss had not been pleased to discover Dorcas in the staff room packing up her things an hour before the end of her shift.)

Lily looks at the clock, and it reads two forty-five, which means that in nine minutes’ time, James will be seated in front of his laptop, ready to receive an incoming video call from her. She plugs her own computer into its charger, and waits for it to turn on (too slowly), and then she logs in to Skype.

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A question for Sangwoo’s fangirls and fanboys.

Would you still feel the same way about Sangwoo if he looked more like a stereotypical creep and less like a Men’s Health model? Read the entire post before answering.  

[Note: I’m a Tumblr fail, so sorry in advance for not replying to comments. I can’t figure out how to.]

Let me begin by saying that I have no love whatsoever for Sangwoo, no matter what he looks like. I’m often a sucker for manhwa/manga bad boys, but I would run Sangwoo over repeatedly, if given the chance.

(Sadly, since he’s composed of pixels I’ll have to settle for throwing mental darts at his digital face…)

Another disclaimer. Killing Stalking is not a manhwa I would normally read. I was tricked into checking it out because an ad described it as a suspense/thriller, not a horror/abuse story. However, once I began reading I couldn’t stop because I wanted, so badly, to see someone (anyone!!!) obliterate Sangwoo in every possible.

(Personally, I was hoping Koogi would introduce a kickass, female detective to team up with Seungbae and STOMP SANGWOO INTO THE GROUND, but alas, I don’t think Koogi’s going to grant my wish…)

KS is one of the most disturbing works of fiction I have ever read, but as disturbing as KS is, I am equally—if not more disturbed—by the rabid ‘Sangwoo Fangirl/Fanboy’ (SF) subsection of the fandom. There’s nothing wrong with loving a well-crafted villain (let’s face it – they’re often the most intriguing characters, largely because we have no idea what they’re going to do next), but there is a difference between loving (or, loving to hate) a villain and letting that love blind you. When you are using your love for the villain to justify or excuse what that villain does, that’s a huge problem.

Hold up!

I see your raised hackles. Put your claws (and any other weapons!!!) away for a minute and hear me out. I’m not writing this post as a lecture. I’m writing it because what I’m seeing in the KS fandom is a prevalent issue that exists in all media (and the world at large).

Although we may not admit it, most of us are far more likely to excuse/justify/defend bad behaviour if an attractive person is doing it. It happens all the time. It can vary from something minor, like excusing your criminally smexy secret crush’s rudeness to, oh I don’t know, romanticizing a sadistic, fictional beefcake?

(Think Twilight. Edward Cullen. Daddy Swan was so NOT HAPPY about his daughter dating a ninety year old vampy, but can you imagine how many MORE tables he—and everyone else in Forks—would have flipped if Edward had LOOKED like a grandpa???)

We all know attractive people are not any more inherently good or bad than an 'unattractive’ person, so why are we often MORE shocked if we discover ugly motives hiding behind a pretty face? Why do we expect the intelligent and charismatic, pretty girl/boy next door to be morally superior to the socially inept slob from across the street? Moreover, why are we more inclined to FORGIVE them for their flaws, mistakes, and even crimes?

I think—social conditioning aside—that deep down we don’t want to believe we are attracted to someone bad/evil, because if we are attracted to that kind of person, then what kind of people does that make us?

This isn’t my theory, by the way. I first heard it from a Youtuber (I’ll be darned if I can remember his name. Sorry v.v), who mentioned it while analyzing Death Note. Like Sangwoo, Light gets away with a whole lot of crap (within the manga, and with fans) because of his looks and popularity.  

Now, getting back to the fandom. I have seen a disturbing number of SF bending over backwards, frantically trying to revive their deceased Sangwoo/Yoon Bum “love story”. Hate to burst your bubble, folks, but that fantasy should have died the minute Sangwoo’s bat shattered Bum’s legs.

Yet, it hasn’t.

As the story progresses and more and more of Sangwoo’s twisted tendencies come to light, I think that many SF are switching teams to join the SH, aka Sangwoo Hategirls and Hateboys. (Hategirls? Hateboys? Is that a thing? Did I just coin something?? :P). But, on the other hand, there are fans who are desperately clinging to the possibility of Sangwoo’s goodness like a buoy in a tempest. Rather than burying the corpse of their BL daydream and admitting that Sangwoo is a vile piece of EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD with NO POSSIBILITY OF REHABILITATION, they are becoming more and more defensive (and forgiving) by the chapter.

Like I said before, I’m not writing this post to point fingers. I’m not saying that you are a horrible human being if you are a diehard SF and a member of the SWxYB cheer squad. I’m only asking that you put down your blood-soaked pom-poms for a second and take a look at those two Sangwoos.

If tomorrow, Koogi began drawing Hottie Sangoo as Nottie Sangwoo, would you still feel the same?

P.S. If you’d like to read more about my thoughts on Sangwoo’s mental state, Yoon Bum’s escape, and my KS ending predictions, feel free to check out my previous KS post: http://princessbangarang.tumblr.com/post/163196610880/this-is-how-yoon-bum-will-escape-sangwoo-ks 

HANGING BY A MOMENT

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

pairing: park jimin x reader 
words: 8,653
genre: skinny!love,  
warnings: mature themes, slight angst
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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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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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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Windmills

Okay, so I really meant to write Peter Parker with a reader who is his little sister but somehow, instead of doing that, it became like this instead. I actually had a fun time writing this and it was just interesting for me to imagine what things would be like. I also want to try my hand at writing a reader who is Peter’s younger sibling but I can’t seem to come up with anything satisfying yet so that will have to wait. Hope you guys enjoy this anyways! Would love to hear your thoughts on this! Thank you~ Here’s some sibling stuff for you.

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by hardyness

Peter sighs as he drops the groceries he had been holding on to the counter, pulling his earpieces out of his ears, humming the song he had been listening to quietly under his breath. “May, I grabbed the groceries you asked for!” Peter calls out over his shoulders and pads over to his bedroom. That is when Peter realizes that May is not alone and she is talking to someone – he pauses abruptly to turn towards the living room – and not just any normal someone. May is currently talking to you.

“Y/N – Y/N?” Peter sputters incorrigibly, staring at you with an incredulous expression on his face. You look away from May to look at him. His jaw drops slightly as he takes in the sight of you. “What are you – what are you, what are you doing here?” He exclaims as he heads towards the open living room.

May and you share a laugh. You get off of the couch and walk over to Peter, opening your arms wide. “Come and give me a hug, Peter.” Peter laughs as he stumbles right in to your arms, wrapping his own arms around your body tightly. He buries his head in between your neck and shoulder and swings you around, catching you by surprise because your baby brother has definitely grown up a lot since the last time you saw him all those years ago! “I miss you too, Peter.” You tell him once your feet touch the ground and you take a step back to take a really long, good look of your brother.

Peter is taller than you now; there used to be a time where you were taller than your brother. Though he is surprisingly leaner and fitter than you had remembered him to be but reckon that might have been a part of growing up – you have always considered Peter to be a late bloomer. He is so handsome now too – although you still see him as the adorable little baby brother that used to follow you around when he was younger – and the way his hair curls prettily on him makes you feel the slightest bit of regret for chasing after your dreams instead of watching your brother grow up. But staying with May had definitely done him a lot of good.

May takes a tissue and begins dabbing the tears from her eyes. It has been a long time since she has felt this complete. Deciding to give the two of you some time to catch up – she has had you for the past few hours, it’s only fair for her to let Peter have his time with you – so she heads over to the kitchen to put away the groceries Peter brought and consider the possibilities of cooking dinner or going out for dinner.

“I miss you, Y/N!” Peter can feel his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling widely and he just cannot believe it; you are currently standing right in front of him. No more late-night phone calls or random text messages after midnight – you really are right in front of him, in the flash and not some grainy, pixelated view. “What are you doing here?” He crosses his arms loosely as he stares at you; the look on his face is a little bit mixed between disbelief and suspicion.

You smile before reaching over to ruffle your brother’s hair. “Well, I am being moved back here so you will be seeing quite a lot of me for the next few months – years, even.” You wink at him, chuckling when Peter playfully swats your hand away from his hair, fixing it a bit before he finally registers the words you have just said and he is now staring at you with the most perplexed expression. “I really did miss you, Peter – I mean, I obviously miss May too but I missed you the most.” You express before holding on to his hand, pulling him over to the couch. You made him sit first before sitting beside him, turning your body to face him. “So tell me every single thing I have missed.” You lean against the sofa. “And every single thing you might have left out from our calls and text messages.” You press your hand on his arm.

Peter sputters incoherently before looking at you with that same deer-in-headlights look. “What do – I mean – I told you everything, Y/N, yeah, I did.” Peter wonders briefly if May had let slip about his alter-ego. If he thought May had freaked out a lot when she found out, Peter knows for sure the entire world is going to get turned over when you find out what he has been doing. He still remembers just how hard he had to convince May he knew what he was doing – even if he is occasionally confused about his place in the world and is filled with self-doubt every now and then – before she finally agreed to let him be Spiderman. Peter thinks if he tells you, you would freak out and then he would freak out too and if the two of you freaks out, May is probably going to join in on freaking out as well and Peter is not ready for that to happen. He still remembers how hard those weeks had been for both May and him.

You raise one of your eyebrows at your brother, amused by your brother’s reply. “You have never been a good liar, Peter.” You point out, chuckling at the panic that momentarily fleeted on his face. “Since you aren’t ready to tell me just yet, how about we talk about school?” You ask him instead. “Heard you went with a lovely lady during Homecoming? Do you have a photo?” Peter flushes slightly at what you have just mentioned before going through anything that you have missed for the past few months – effectively stirring the conversation in the direction he wanted to go, far from the subject of his alter-ego because he really is not ready to let you know that he is Spiderman – and he talks about his achievements in school, the wonderful friends that he has made and occasionally you would throw a question or two in his direction, teasing him about this and that.

“Y/N, will you be getting dinner with us?” May peeks from behind the door frame and smiles when she sees the two of you comfortably hanging around.

You look away from Peter to glance at the clock before looking at May. You have been talking Peter for the past two hours now and you have been listening to him talk too for the past two hours. There are just so many things you want to tell Peter – about your job, your life, your future goals. You contemplate May’s question but when your stomach growls, you let out a sheepish laugh, patting your stomach. “I guess I will be getting dinner with the both of you – if you don’t mind.” You turn to look at Peter who instantaneously shakes his head.

“Of course – of course not!” Peter looks at you in disbelief. “You should definitely join us for dinner – we haven’t even finished talking yet.” He protests and you laugh before patting his arm.

May chuckles at the exchange between the two of you and nods her head before motioning for the two of you to follow her. “How about we head down to that Thai restaurant then? Is Thai alright with you?” May looks at you for confirmation and you nod your head. You have no qualms whatsoever with eating Thai food. Satisfied with your answer, May simply tells the two of you to follow after her.

Dinner was really amazing – the Larb quickly became your favourite and the atmosphere of the restaurant was really nice too. You managed to catch up with not just Peter but your Aunt as well. Although occasionally you would catch the two of them having conversations with their eyes and you could only smile at that.

“Thank you for tonight, May.” You tell your aunt as you dropped the both of them right in front of their apartment. May leans over to look at you from the window of the car you have rented.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleepover tonight, Y/N?” She asks, pouting slightly at the fact that you are leaving once again – even if it was to go to the hotel you are staying in. You shake your head at her question.

“I don’t really want to impose, May.” You tell her even though you know very well you aren’t imposing. Peter frowns at your statement. “I’ll definitely be by tomorrow morning for breakfast if it makes you feel any better?” You offer instead and May contemplates your suggestion before she nods her head. May reaches over to caress your cheek and you almost tear up at your Aunt’s action.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Y/N,” May gives you a flying kiss before pulling away to let your brother talk to you. She looks at the two of you for a few seconds before leaving the two of you alone. Peter moves to look at you through the window too.

“You will be back tomorrow right? It’s – It’s Sunday so, I don’t really have any school – or assignments – or friends to meet so um,” Peter stutters over his words and you reach forward to grasp his hand. He looks at you.

“Don’t worry, Peter – I’ll be here tomorrow bright and early.” You reassure your brother. Peter gives you the brightest smile you have ever seen, coming from him and you blink a couple of times, trying to make sure the tears do not fall. Peter nods his head one last time before walking inside the apartment. You let out a sigh and stare at the steering wheels.

You sat there for what it seems like the longest time before deciding to just stay at the apartment instead. In hindsight, you probably should have accepted May’s offer in the first place but earlier, that nagging feeling was not as strong as it is now so you figured, you probably should just spend the night with your family before figuring out how you should proceed with life tomorrow morning.

When you get to the seventh floor, you headed straight towards May and Peter’s room. Knocking on the door lightly, you frown when no one answers but when you turn the knob, you find out that the door is unlocked so you merely let yourself in. There are hushed conversations coming from Peter’s bedroom so you made your way there.

“Hey, May, Peter, I decided to stay the – what the fuck.”

Your jaw drops and you abruptly stop walking and talking the moment you push your brother’s door open because standing there is none other than Peter… in a suit. But not just any suit – his Spiderman suit and he is looking at you with the same shocked expression while May’s just standing at the side, shaking her head.

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!

Clueless

❝in which a simple latte transforms clueless to clued
◇ 4213 words // scenario, fluff
gif ©; a/n: have some fluffy!soo, everyone 💖 i hope you all cheer up and stay positive despite everything.

“Guess who’s back?”

You choke on the Mountain Dew you’ve been swigging (new year, same unhealthy diet — right?), trying to cradle your phone on your shoulder (keyword: trying, because how the hell does one drive properly whilst talking to this man?), “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Kyungsoo laughs at the end of the line. God, you miss that laugh, “Nope, landed last night. I’m here at Baek’s place watching him play LoL,” he groans, “save me please.”

Your mom would surely tell you off with how much your grinning if she was here, but frankly you don’t care (nevermind that truck honking stubbornly behind you), “Wha— how? I thought you weren’t coming back ‘til summer?”

“Seungsoo’s getting married this weekend, if you can believe that,”

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A long time ago I used to work for the Cheezburger people making lolcats and whatnot. It was more money than I had seen in a while and I decided to buy something I really needed. A giant 1080p plasma TV. You might be thinking, “Does anyone really NEED a giant plasma TV?” In most cases I might agree with you, but as someone who is stuck in bed 24/7 with only movies and TV shows to keep him company, a giant TV reeeeally helps. This large collection of light-up pixels has gotten me through some extremely rough times. And since I am physically fairly close to it, I feel like I am in a proper cinema. 

I am a little sad that plasma TVs are going extinct. The blacks are very deep and as long as you don’t have any glare, the picture is quite extraordinary. It was a decent price at the time as well. It does run a little hot and may not be as energy efficient, but in the winter it keeps my room nice and toasty. 

I know 4K TVs are really starting to become popular. My inner nerd definitely wants one, but my pragmatic self doesn’t really see the point. Even if I could afford it, I’m not sure it would be worth it. I don’t know if it is just my aging eyeballs or that some people lie about the detail they can see, but I can barely tell the difference between 720p and 1080p. I can’t imagine I’d notice much difference when viewing 4K. And again, I view my TV closer than most would. Maybe if I ever get laser eye surgery I’ll need 4K to see the boogers hanging off my favorite actors’ faces. But for now, I still mostly watch things in 720p because it looks great to me and saves hard drive space. Perhaps slightly blurry vision is a huge money saver for television clarity needs. 

Do I ever wish I had gotten a smaller TV and saved some of that money I made from Cheezburger? Nope. Honestly, at this point a few hundred dollars isn’t going to pull me out of this deep financial hole I’m in. Medical expenses can quickly dwarf the price of a TV. It’s like Paul Ryan saying an extra $700 per year from the mighty tax cut will help single mothers “save for the future.” More like “save for a slight plumbing issue and then be broke again.” 

I feel like having a mini-movie theater in my bedroom was probably worth it. 

To those with younger eyes… can you tell a huge difference between all the Ps? 720, 1080, 4K? What about that new HDR stuff? All hype or new colors never before imagined?

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


Maybe,

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

Rest of the bribery beneath the cut !!

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A little ficlet inspired by a certain scene in the new It film. Basically an AU where Hannibal whispers murder to young Will from the television.

Will was no dummy. Small for his age, sure. A wimp if he were being honest. But what he lacked in strength and stature, he made up for in smarts.

And if smart people know one thing, it’s that the people in the television can’t see you. Which means that they can’t speak to you. Which means that the man in the suit with the dark eyes couldn’t possibly be calling Will’s name.

“You,” the man drawled, his accent thick and foreign. “There. Yes, you. Will Graham.”

Will’s little heart fluttered in his chest. In the recliner, Dad snored and let his book fall down into his lap.

“This isn’t real,” Will whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and counting to ten. When he opened them again, the man was still there, gazing with those hypnotic eyes.

“Will Graham. Where does your father keep his hunting knives?”

“You’re not real,” Will said to the television. “You can’t be real.”

“Yet I am.” The man smiled. Maniacal. Will knew that word because he was smart and smart people don’t talk to the television.

Will shot to his feet and turned the dial on the television to off. There was a thunk and the screen cut to black, swallowing the man and his smile. But as quickly as the picture had disappeared, it was back again.

“Not so quick, my little mongoose. I’m not finished with you just yet.”

Will’s palms began to sweat and he wiped them down the front of his jeans. “What do you want from me?”

“The knives, Will. Where does he keep them?”

With one trembling hand, Will pointed to the cabinet near the door. “Locked,” was the only word he could manage. Slowly, the man was drawing Will in with his gaze.

“Find the key,” the man whispered. “Find the key for me, Will, and we’ll be friends forever.”

“Friends?”

“Best friends.”

“I don’t even know your name,” Will said, so close to the television now that the man’s face had dissolved into a collection of light and pixels, his eyes like two crimson beacons.

“Hannibal,” the man said. “You can call me Hannibal.”

Smiling now, head full of static, Will turned to his father.

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.

“love?”

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.

“what?”

“nothing,iloveyou,bye,besafeonset,callyoutomorrow,loveyou!”

and then you hang up the phone.

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)

copycat

  • “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]
    “me”
  • “[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.

WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR DSOD.

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!”

FIELD:

MONSTER zone:

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.”

SETO KAIBA’S FIELD:

MONSTER zone:

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!”

LIFEPOINTS: 0

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?”

Silence.

“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.

anonymous asked:

This might be too much to ask but I broke my laptop and only have access to mobile and I'm dying to know what I'm actually missing but I can't check would you be able to describe it? Sorry I know this is annoying ignore it if it's too much trouble

It’s not annoying so don’t worry about it, but my posts should all be visible, now? At least my app doesn’t give me the option to request a review anymore… if you can’t see them still they’re all (aside from the one I posted earlier) backed up on my wordpress blog! You can see them from there without me needing to describe them~

Anon said: Franeri-san what dimensions do you usually use for your canvas? When I draw I end up making the canvas too small, so when i zoom in to make details it becomes pixelated. But I also don’t need my canvas too big because I won’t be able to proportion it;; it’s a visual thing… Ah I’m rambling sorry <(_ _;)>

I use a 6000pxx5000px with a 4px brush, usually, but I really rarely use it all, mostly it’s just like, corners of the whole thing. I tend to draw a lot of things on the same canvas before switching to a new one - that said, personally I can’t draw properly if I don’t zoom in above 100% (usually I work at 150% or 200%, more for details) so I’m really not the right person to ask this haha

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~Meet Me In The Hallway~

Chapter 6-Lookout Point

The flight from Sydney to New York was the longest of my life, both literally and figuratively. After my word vomit on FaceTime with Harry, I wasn’t sure how to face him, his real face. We had spoken since then, but I had avoided more video chats. I still remembered his little kid laugh as I divulged my secrets.

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  ❝ 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.


JUNE 25 – SUNDAY KICKOFF.

                     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.

JUNE 26 – SWIMSUIT SHOWCASE

      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  !

***STARTING MONDAY, JUNE 26, SENDING ☼ WILL EARN YOU A TURN AT THE MONOMONO MACHINE FOR A PIXELATED PRIZE! THIS WILL CONTINUE ALL WEEK. YOU MAY SEND ONE ONCE A DAY. MODS WILL BE WORKING ACTIVELY TO MAKE SURE ALL ARE ANSWERED DAILY, BUT PLEASE BE PATIENT.

JUNE 27 – BOARDWALK BUZZ

     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.

JUNE 28 – VOLLEYBALL AND BEACH WRESTLING

     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!


JUNE 29 – WATER GUNS, PAINT BALLOONS, AND HAVOC OH MY

      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  !?

JUNE 30 – BONFIRE/MOVIE NIGHT

     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 rabb.it 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  !

JULY 1 – FINALE FIREWORKS SHOW

     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  !

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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Gasolina

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

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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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