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alright my big nsfw illu/flins fic is posted, i'm finally free! please read all the tags before reading, i'm so serious xoxoxo
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Whatever religious or psychiatric interventions the Accuser has been attempting to increase their patience seem to be successful, because they tolerate almost three minutes of silence after the laptop gets brought out before they snap. Ramon wouldâve set the over/under at one: maybe less. That was sort of the plan. It turns out that their ability to be an irritant is dynamic, shifting with whatever would be the most inconvenient. Well played, he thinks.
âWhat are you even doing?â Sammy asks disdainfully. Theyâre a little bit sweaty and a little bit cold; Ramon turned the thermostat down to almost unlivable levels, which only has a minor effect on demonic creatures. Worth a shot anyways. Theyâve been debating putting their shirt back on, which has probably taken up most of their active ability to think in the last three minutes. Sunk cost fallacy. Theyâve already sunk a great deal into this poorly-conceived enterprise, and theyâd rather not be the one to admit defeat. They are cold, though.
âJust another minute,â he hums.Â
âI d-didnât ask how long it would take,â they huff. âI asked what youâre doing.â
âDo you have to know everything thatâs going on? Youâre so nosy.â Ramon keeps typing, not even bothering to look up. âHavenât you heard that saying about curiosity and the cat?â
âNo,â they answer flatly, moving to look over his shoulder.
âWell, what about Eve? You remember Eve, surely. Isnât information bad sort of your whole thing, as an ideology? Stop seeking information out. Youâre usually so very good at that.â
âShut up,â they say, squinting at the screen. âAre you on AIM?â
âAm Iââ He laughs. He canât help it. âYouâre not that old. I mean, youâre older than that, butââ
âWho are you t-talking to about this? Are you out of your mind?â They mouth along the words as they read them, expression only getting more sour. âWho is that?â
âWerenât you a college professor? Youâre behind the times,â Ramon tsks.
âIâI was, until someone kidnapped my son and I ended up d-doing all sorts of stupid shit at my current job,â they say pointedly.Â
âIf that was actually a problem for you, we wouldnât be here, would we? Donât pretend.â
They donât have a good counter to that, which pisses them off. They sulk for a moment before looking back at the screen.
âSeriously, who is that?â they ask. âI donât like that. Stop telling people that.â
âRelax. Itâs a computer. Just getting some ideas. Is it against the law to get some ideas?â
âMaybe. Why do you need ideas? Do you not know how to do this?â Sammy asks, tone mocking.
âItâs really more about getting a more diverse perspective. You know, with a broader info base, itâs much more effective to synergize different concepts together into an action plan. Consider it a growth opportunity. It brings something new to the table, if you will.â
âI wonât. Iâm not doing that,â they say sternly, pointing at a line item with enough force that it leaves a fingerprint on the screen. âThatâs sacrilege."
âAnd the rest of this isnât?â
âOr that one,â they decide. âOrâŚthat one. All of these areâtheyâre bad. W-whatâs your problem?â
âI can tweak the prompting. You know, the models are getting better every day, so if you want, letâs circle back at a later dateââ
Sammy closes the laptop, fast and forceful enough that it catches Ramonâs fingertips right at the edge, making him yelp. It gets an honest-to-God smile out of them, pure and satisfied. Itâd make anyone feel like prey.
âLetâs not,â they say.
-
âSevered ear turned up in Hongdae,â Su-chang says conversationally, and Do-yoon groans into his cereal.
Heâs seriously very grateful. If not for them, he wouldâve gone out of the hospital and straight into a jjokbang or worse. The compensation suggested by WBS still hasnât quite materialized beyond covering the basic costs of medical care, and even before the show, living with four other people in a glorified single-room, he was barely scraping by. This buys him time to get back on his feet, especially while heâs in physical therapyâand it helps to have someone to do it with. He does like both of the Ha siblings. Theyâre generally a comforting, warm presence heâs unused to having. Itâs justâŚ
Theyâre weird. He feels bad, but thereâs no other word for it. Suyeon is a kind of weird heâs at least used to, after months of adapting to Phater, however poorly, but even the way she approaches it is weird compared to everyone else. Sheâs meticulous and organized in her behavior. When she gets into arguments online, she brings citations. She says sheâs shy, but sheâs also invasive and blunt to the point of forcefulness at times. She can be shockingly cold to Do-yoon on occasion, considering the rest of her life. Thereâs a poster in her room of him. He isnât really sure what, if anything, he can do about that.
Su-chang is weirder. Like Suyeon, he never really stops talking, and the two of them together really never stop talking, always arguing or conspiring. Do-yoon isnât sure heâs ever thought of anyone as conspiring before he met the two of them. Plotting, even. They both have minds that seem to eat themselves alive if unoccupied, and Su-chang far more so. Heâs always doing something. He says heâs lazy, but his laziness is proactive and productive. His idea of relaxing is reading at a worrisome pace, or also getting into arguments online, orâŚdoing this.
âDude, stop,â Do-yoon says, queasy already.Â
âIsnât it interesting, though!? I mean, you donât lose an ear on accident,â Su-chang hums, scrolling his phone. Even eating breakfast, he canât seem to stop doing things. Right now, heâs contributing to what Do-yoon privately thinks of as a murder board in their office, now converted to a guest room of sorts. They moved Suyeonâs desk and some of the bookshelves, but not the murder board. Su-chang says itâs not a murder board, because not all mysteries are murders, so itâs reductive, okay?
Whatever.
âDonât the cops figure this stuff out?â Do-yoon asks.Â
âThings fall through the cracks. Thatâs why people hire private detectives.â
âDid someone hire you?â
âWellâŚâ Su-chang makes a stupid expression, pouting at Do-yoon. Itâs entirely ineffective. âWe have to build up a reputation to get clientele to come to us! That means doing some pro-bono, independent stuff first.â
âWe?â
âHa and Han. Isnât it cute? I canât decide whether to go with Investigators, or something more original like Problem Solvers. Thereâs always the classic Detective Agency, but that almost feels too limitingâŚâ
âIâm not a part of this,â Do-yoon protests.Â
âOf course you are! Weâre a team. Youâre my brilliant assistant with a perfect track record,â Su-chang says. âNot many people can say theyâve solved an actual murder.â
Do-yoon looks grieved, and only then does Su-chang seem to realize that it may perhaps be insensitive. His expression softens.
âSorry,â he adds, a little awkward but perfectly genuine. âI know itâs rough. But I donât want to treat you like youâre special and fragile, either. Youâre a really capable guy, you know? Like anyone else.â
For every time he pisses Do-yoon off, heâs capable of doing this. Itâs kind of maddening.
âRight,â Do-yoon sighs, looking away. âThanks. ButâŚI donât think you should say this kind of thing to anyone else, either.âÂ
Su-chang laughs loud enough that Suyeon knocks on the wall from her adjacent room and tells him to keep it down, itâs way too early for this, so on.
âTouchĂŠ, my dear Watson,â he says, adjusting his glasses. âOkay, no murders. HmâŚsomeone posted earlier on the community board that they lost their dog?â
âIsnât that a step way down from a missing ear?â Do-yoon asks, through a bite of cereal. âWhatâs your standard?â
âHey, YoonieâŚâ Su-chang deflates, sighing. âMy confidence! Youâre undermining my confidence! Besides, if it was your dog, wouldnât you want someone to care as much about it as some crazy high-level crime? Here, look at it and pretend itâs your dog,â he adds, holding his phone out for Do-yoon to see.
He looks. His eyes widen after a moment.
âItâs so crusty, thoughâŚâ
-
Gabriel is a team player, bioengineered to be such. It makes more sense for the survival of a colony: thereâs no such thing as a one-man operation when the scale is that large. Heâs meant to prioritize group safety over his own. To him, unaware of the programming that makes him the way that he is, it only seems reasonable. Crises can only be weathered together or not at all. Survival is a team sport. Nobody else seems to share his priorities.
Well, not nobody else. Though his memories are hazy (but what else is new), he knows there should be some people who know exactly what theyâre doing. This isnât an unsolvable problem. If they all just keep their cool and work together, it can be successful.
Instead of anyone with a soul, he has Lee Yun-jin, Ace Visconti, and Taurie Cain.
They all scatter and split off, making the generators take an unbearable length of time even for an engineer like him. Itâs safer in some ways, but more dangerous in others. It isolates them all. Even when he can tell that someone is hurt, he canât immediately discern what did it. In this place, it seemingly can be anything. It can be anything, butâŚ
Of course itâs him.
Maybe itâs meaningless anthropomorphism to call the Singularity anything but it, or maybe that fucking thing, but it feels right, another one of those half-remembered dreams. Heâs definitely sentient: thatâs for sure. Despite all appearances, heâs probably smarter than all of them put together. Itâd be incorrect to call him human, but heâs some kind of individual. He has a personality. Gabriel really, really wishes that he didnât.
For one thing, heâs vindictive, for all he talks about the pragmatic need for better genes. He tends to target those who hinder him first, even those that arenât particularly threatening. Irritants, in short. (Goodbye, Visconti.) Heâs petty to the point of inconvenience. It makes sense. Heâs a guy who was practically born yesterday; he hasnât gotten used to being provoked. It hits all the same synapses as an actual obstacle to be dealt with, and heâs vicious in his response.Â
He also canât resist knocking people down a peg if he detects cockiness. That grudge against humanity is the strongest emotion Hux has. (Itâs definitely meaningless anthropomorphism to call him Hux, but it rolls off the tongue easier than the alternatives. Gabriel was doing it long before Hux was a unique unit at all.) He despises them. If any of them express that theyâve gotten one over on the master of all sentient life, he doesnât hesitate to target them. (Thereâs Taurie.) Itâs tempting to talk back to him, because he himself provokes reactions, but it never goes anywhere good. Gabriel knows that personally.
Perhaps Huxâs worst trait is exactly that: knowing Gabriel personally. Thereâs an almost childish embarrassment to it, like itâs somehow his fault theyâre all in this mess just because he knows this guy. Worse than that, Hux tends to toy with him. It supersedes his other impulses, no matter how much Gabriel inconveniences or humiliates him. He likes to save him for last. Sorry, Yun-jin. He really, really means it.
Thereâs certainly no way out by the doors at this point, so he ignores them for now, creeping through Dvarka to find the backdoor. He feels like he can hear it, sometimes, like a cool wind. He wonders why itâs there at all. That sort of philosophical bullshit is way above his paygrade, so he tends to ignore it. Itâs just a distraction.Â
He finds the hatch in short order, drenched in sweat and blood, panting from exertion and pain. Heâs shocked he hasnât been found yet. Thereâs a lot of ground to cover, though, so it makes senseâitâs the same reason the hatch hasnât been found, either. He collapses on the ground next to it, taking deep, wheezing breaths. He hasnât caught a break all along. Thatâs the only reason he isnât leaving: who knows where he goes after this? May as well rest while he can.
Who the hell is he fooling?
He can hear his heartbeat in his ears, uneven and faster by the moment, and itâs followed in short order by the noise of that huge, malformed monster that knows his name, tearing through the alien underbrush. Huxâs claw cuts through vines that stick to the blood coating his forelimb, and by the time he reaches the clearing where Hux is, he seems just as bedraggled as any of the survivors.
âHey, man,â Gabriel rasps. âCome here often?â
âIs this r-r-really necessary?â Hux asks, voice jittering out the question in fits and starts. The modulated tone canât express emotion, but Gabriel thinks he can hear irritation. He swears to God the fucking thing sighs.Â
âYup. Rude to leave without saying goodbye, right?â
âWorm.â
âWhatâs that make you, then?â Gabriel feels himself smiling, blood on his teeth, a gruesome grimace of an expression. âIf you canât catch me.â
He sees the Singularity start to dart forward, the bare hint of a movement before it happens, and tosses himself down the hatch. Gabriel makes sure to flip him off before he goes.
-
Itâs a cakewalk for Juyoung. It was always going to be, even with her difficulties. Sure, she has plenty of detractors, both in the industry and on the other side of the screen, but plenty of people love her. They relate to her. She was already a fan favorite before everything happened, and being open about her side of the story only worsened her reputation with people who already disliked her. The other members of her group speak up. Other people do, too. She wouldâve always been in first place, if not forâ
Well. Inha tries not to think about him.
Itâs functionally impossible to do that. Itâs impossible not to hear about any of it, because of the new season and the ongoing litigation and the diary and the network and the funerals. Inha despises it. She wants to cover her ears with her hands until it all goes away. Sheâll go away, if thatâs what it takes. A new city. A new country, even. She has to fight the instinct viciously. It comes and goes.
Having something to do helps. It was something more than a whim that led her to going to school, despite how sudden it seemed. Maybe sheâd always wanted to do it and needed an excuse. Maybe something changed in her. She doesnât know herself well enough to tell anymore. Shin Seungyeon is still in the news, her horrific past being dissected in gruesome detail by her family and the press, and Inha feels sympathy for her, despite everything she now knows. Maybe itâs awful. She doesnât tell anyone. But if it was herâŚ
If it was her.
If it was her, and she was the producer, sheâd listen to what her performers wanted. Sheâd build a design perfect for their needs. Sheâd lift up exactly who they were, or who they wanted to beâand how much of a difference is there between the two besides resources? Thatâs the legacy she wants to carry from Seungyeon. She canât tell anyone. It makes her sick to her stomach sometimes. She hates how much she understands the impulse to make new worlds out of nothing. She keeps a photo of the five of them in her desk to twist the knife whenever it needs twisting. She gets rid of the version with Seil.
Classes are fun, but exhausting, and between recovery and the show and university and performances, Inha and Juyoung are relegated to talking over the phone, but really mostly under text. As shitty as the not-so-new WBS management is, theyâre way less strict about who the contestants can communicate with. It wasnât that way to begin with, but Juyoung did her thing. Everyoneâs in for a rude surprise when they realize she isnât who she used to be. Inhaâs so proud of her.
Thereâs a tiny gap between finals rounds where Juyoung can breathe, and she pretty much demands to meet Inha, not that Inha would ever refuse her anything, especially not something she also wants so badly. They set a time and a date. Inha should have expected Juyoung to show up practically covered head to toe, with sunglasses and a scarf over most all of her face, but it still makes her laugh when she sees her.
âUnnie! Itâs April, arenât you hot?â Inha asks urgently, jogging towards her at the park, though itâs undermined by how she canât stop giggling.
Juyoung shushes her, just as urgent, though then theyâre together and Inhaâs arms are around her and she canât think of anything to say suddenly. She canât think of anything to say for a long time. Inha holds her tightly, steadier than sheâs ever been, and Juyoung sniffles into her shoulder, trying not to get snot everywhere. Sheâs a pretty undignified idol, isnât she? It doesnât matter.
âI missed you,â Inha says, and Juyoung makes a choked noise.
âMe too,â she answers. She takes a deep breath before pulling back, keeping her hands on Inhaâs shoulders to look her over, smiling wide. âInha-ya, youâre looking so good! You seem healthy!â
Inha laughs, her face going pink. She looks different, and thatâs all sheâll agree to. The bleached hair is going to take a long time to fully grow out, though sheâs itching to cut it down to the roots as soon as itâs long enough. The glasses are back. The contacts and makeup are gone. Sheâs unrecognizable enough that she doesnât need a disguise. Sometimes people at school will ask her if sheâs that Oh Inha, and she just shrugs, smiling.
âYou look good too! Though you always do, unnie,â she praises, reaching up to flick the brim Juyoungâs baseball cap. âEven though you look like some punk teenager.â
âThe press is so bad,â Juyoung protests, letting go of Inha to adjust her hat back down over her face. âI donât want them to harass you because of me!â
âYeah, I guess that never goes away, huh?â Inha sighs. For a moment, the distance and darkness threatens to overtake them both, but she fights through it, offering Juyoung a beaming smile. âDo you want to go to that cafe I told you about?â
After a second, the storms clear on Juyoungâs face, and she smiles back.
âOf course!â
-
Riley obviously has known about the way Lucy lives. To put it charitably, itâs minimalistic. It remains minimalistic despite their interventions, which kind of worries them about what she must have been doing before someone started making her âeat mealsâ and âtake the trash out on a regular basisâ. She seems to have only recently developed an awareness that sheâs a living human being. Itâs like watching a baby deer try to walk on ice: adorable, concerning, and a little embarrassing to behold.Â
Itâs still somewhat shocking to see it in real time.
It doesnât help that Lucyâs newfound being alive has imbued her with a staggering amount of confidence considering the circumstances. She seems to have designated herself as the most appropriate person to care for Rileyâs needs in the immediate aftermath of a personal tragedy. Riley isnât sure of the best way to communicate to her that itâs a lot of wasted effort. Heâs been through this before. It really does just happen. Eventually, heâll have to get back to work, or something will happen, like the world ending or Chicago sloughing off into the lake or him getting hit by a car, though how that would happen when he canât leave his second-floor apartment is a mystery that will surely compel whoever has to deal with it.
Lucy doesnât take no for an answer, and Riley doesnât have the willpower to fight it. She doesn't stir from the couch when Lucy lets herself in. She canât move at all.
âRiley?â Lucy calls, slipping her shoes off by the door (something else she was definitely not doing six months ago). âRiley, are you dead? You have to tell me if youâre dead.â
âYep,â he answers, muffled by the couch cushions. âDead.â
âOh, damn,â she says flatly. âI was hoping you werenât. Thanks for letting me know.â
Riley doesnât laugh. After a few seconds, she huffs about it, before continuing to move through the apartment.
âI called Darcy,â she says, raising her voice the farther away she gets from them, setting a bag down on the kitchen counter. âTo get groceries. I got some groceries, but I came here on my bike, so I didnât have a ton of room. Pretty sure I broke like half of these eggs.â
âMm.â
âIâm gonna pay him back,â she says defensively, like she was accused of anything at all. âObviously. I donât know when heâll be by, though. I mean, he works for his mom, so whatâs he gonna do? Say he canât find the time off? Definitely not. Especially not for you.â
Riley doesnât know what to make of that. She wouldnât say anything even if she did.
âOh, only two of them are broken!â Lucy exclaims, though itâs subdued as many of her reactions tend to be. âNice.â
The two of them lapse back into silence, though Riley can hear her banging around the kitchen, making more noise than seems possible for one person. The stove clicks on. Oil sizzles. Eggshells crack. She swears under her breath. The sink runs a couple of times, and Riley can picture her puzzled face seeing the amount and quality of the dishes inside of it. He drifts in and out of awareness. Nothing may as well be happening. Maybe heâs still at the ski lodge. Heâll wake up, and James will be there, and heâll feel the more palatable kind of nothing he was experiencing before it happened. He just wants things to stop getting worse. Nothing has to get better. Isnât that a reasonable ask?
Eventually, she hears Lucyâs socked tread come over to the couch, and the clunk of ceramic on wood. She cracks open an eye to see a steaming plate of yellow on the coffee table, framed on one side by Lucyâs stupidly long legs, hands on her hips.
âHurry up,â she orders. âIf it gets cold, itâs going to be gross.â
âIâm really not hungry,â Riley protests, voice rough from crying.Â
âTough shit,â she replies. Riley recognizes it. It isnât unkind, and it isnât even particularly tough, despite whatâs actually being said. Itâs firm, though. Itâs heavy with care. Riley can hear it in his own voice. He sighs, slowly pushing himself to sit up. Lucy sits down in the newly unoccupied space.Â
âYour hairâs a mess,â she observes. Riley stares down at the plate.
âWhat is this?â they ask.
âOmlette.â
It's what he made for her. It doesnât look that way. Again, she shouldâve expected this from Lucy.
âSeriously, I mean it,â Lucy stresses.Â
âYou seriously mean that my hair looks like shit?â Riley asks, picking up the fork to prod at the food. Their body is reacting to the smell in a way that doesnât connect to their mind. They canât tell if theyâre hungry or not; nothing agrees.
âI mean, do you need to do something to it? Put it up, or whatever? So it doesnât get messy.â
âProbably.âÂ
â...How hard is it?â
âAre you offering?â Riley asks, taking a bite. They chew slowly. The idea of swallowing somehow seems hard.
âI mean, I can look up a video on Youtube. But youâre probably better at it than me. You definitely are better at it than me. You can do that, and Iâll do the dishes.â Lucy sets her jaw, looking away. Sheâs embarrassed, he recognizes distantly.
âGlad we got that figured out.â Riley makes a little bit of a face. âDid you put salt in this?â
â...Yes,â Lucy answers, after a moment of hesitation. âUnless youâre not supposed to.âÂ
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âPeople say the worst shit on Phater!â Suyeon exclaims, pushing her laptop away from her.
Her brother looks up from his book on the couch, eyes wide. Itâs surprising that the outburst doesnât wake Do-yoon, napping beside him, hair falling in his eyes. (Sheâd like to take a picture, but sheâs been sternly forbidden as a condition of Do-yoon staying over with them. She understands it, but itâs seriously tempting when heâs being so cute. Itâs fine, though, because her yucky brother would have to be in frame if she did take one.)
âLanguage,â Su-chang complains, before narrowing his eyes. âSorry, youâre on Phater?â
âYeah! Itâsââ
âYou said you were doing homework, Suyeon! Youâve been sitting so quietly and politely, doing your homework, but youâve actually been on Phater all along?â Su-chang sets his book down to cross his arms judgmentally. âYou really canât be my sisterâŚso inattentive! Didnât I raise you better?â
âYouâre always on your phone!â she protests. âAnyways, donât you want to hear about it? My horrible Phater experience?â
âStop getting ragebaited. Start doing your homework. Have you even done anything?â he asks.
âItâs this ex-mutual of mine,â she starts to explain, and he groans.Â
âJesus Christ.â
âThey used to be a Hyesung account, but then they stopped posting about him because he, yâknow, and since then theyâve gotten kind of weird, so I unfollowed them but they never unfollowed me. I think theyâre a little younger than me. Maybe itâs just the way they actâŚâ
âSomewhere out there, someone is complaining about the bratty Do-yoon account who should be in school instead of posting shit onlineâaah!â
Heâs cut off by a pencil thrown in his direction. She ignores him and continues.
âThey really hate the show, and they hate Lee Gyu-hyuk-nim because of what he did.â
âSorry, but they donât like Hyesung anymore, either?â Su-chang asks, wrinkling his nose, and she nods emphatically. She knew he couldnât resist getting into it.
âMhm! Theyâve gone, like, total scorched earth on the whole show, and idols in general. So theyâve been getting into arguments with this other mutual of mine, whoâs one of the only people that didnât unstan Gyu-hyuk-nim after what happened. Heâs this kind of annoying gay guyââ
âGyu-hyuk is?â
âMy mutual. Anyways, heâs always defending Gyu-hyuk-nim, saying how he should get a light sentence because of the circumstances. So the one who used to stan Hyesung replied to one of the other oneâs postsâit was just a clip from the show. It was kind of cuteâŚit was him and Hyesung, andââ
âOh my god, hurry up,â Su-chang groans, though he flinches and holds his hands up when she raises her other pencil threateningly. âIâm sorry! Suyeon-ssi, please continue!â
âAnyways, they replied saying that anyone who still defends a cold-blooded murderer like that should be banned from the platform. And! Get this.â
She pauses for dramatic effect.Â
âHe actually got banned.â
Su-chang blinks.
âWhich one?â
âMy mutual.â
âButâyeah, but which one?â
âThereâs only one!â
âNo, but thereâs two of them! The Hyesung oneââ
âI told you, theyâre not a Hyesung account anymore!â
âOkay, so thereâs that one, and thenââ
âBut Iâm not following that one anymore!â
âOkay! Whatever! Thereâs that one, and then the Gyu-hyukie one!â
âI donât think you should talk about him so informally,â she sniffs.
âWhich one was it?â
âThat one.â
âWhich one?â
âLee Gyu-hyuk-nimâs fan account.â
âOkay.â He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. âSo?â
âSo people freaked out! They thought the other guy really got him banned for just posting a clip.â
âIs that really what happened? Jeez, Phater admin sucks.â
âThatâs the thing,â Suyeon says, eyes wide with excitement. âIt was completely unrelated.â
âWhat?â
âHe got banned for suicide baiting someone. It was just incidentally at the same time.â
âWhich one did the suicide baiting?â
âThe Gyu-hyuk one.â
They both ponder that for a moment.
âSorry,â Do-yoon pipes up, voice thick with sleep, âGyu-hyuk hyung did what?â
watching fish cleaning videos instead of reviewing my lesson plans
okay-! these are all separate moments btw but nikita being more affectionate post-evacuation makes me so unwell
he worries so so much

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related i got this comment which isn't the Intended effect necessarily but it is rather funny
i think i might delete what this is from but nikita making fun of flins here needs to be preserved
1-5 for tha meme
Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)
so i don't actually name things until i am done with them and posting at which point i spend like 30 minutes deliberating. with RARE exception i had to hunt to find one that i had a name planned for, which is "The Houseguest". And i do not think it will get published
2. Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of â___ + ___ =___â
beautiful baby angel from heaven + heavy artillery = this too is yuri
3. What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?
also not something i write out until i need them but for laffs i counted them up in one of them
that's so far. Wonder who!
4. An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?
see above i just really don't name them so Another document placeholder title
5. Which wip you're most likely to finish or update next?
answared for jenny BUT if it isn't neutral despairers it probably will be one direction has been sold to suyeon. Or some other different thing i haven't conceived of yet but that may grip me as has been happening with regularity since finishing this fuckdamn game