The Saddest Part About Jean Dying In Every Other Universe Isnt That His Love Story Is The Only One He

I am not over this. Aiden and Taylor were so ready to kill a man. Like yeah Ben ran at him too, but he wasnt so controlled by anger to not think. That is the face of a person ready to murder a human being no second thoughts. I love it and hate it. Like yes protect your girl but also the trauma you have to go through to get to this point 😭

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God he was SO mad

like: RGRRHR GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM HER 👹👹👹

HE'S LIKE AN ANGRY CAT WITH RABIES

AND I WILL DRAW THIS 👹👹👹👹

So we can all agree that at some point Jeremy is gonna ride Jeans motorcycle. I want a moment of Jeremy being nervous beforehand while Jean is going over basic safety and communication, but Jeremy is just not paying attention, so Jean does that super hot, grab the chin of the helmet maneuver, making him look up and saying something like "pay attention" or "listen to me" and Jeremy is just immediately weak in the knees like 'oh fuck, he can get hotter.' And I NEED Jean to notice, to see his eyes go wide and his face get red because the amount of times Jean has grabbed Jeremys chin, this is going to be the moment that gets them both.

Ok, so I've watched Link Click a few times now. And one thing I don't think it really explains is how Lu guang sees the photo. Cxs basically possesses the person who took it so does Lu guang see it only as the photographer sees it. This bit confuses me but I think I get it. My main question, if the person he is watching the past through goes to sleep or is unconscious in those twelve hours, would be not able to see similar to when the little boy was knocked out? This could get them in trouble, right? Lu guang couldnt see what was going on and cxs dives and wakes up to investigate and all hell could break loose and Lu Guang couldn't fix or guide cxs through any of it because he doesn't know. But theres also how protective he is, he may just not let cxs dive because they have no idea what could happen.

Just an idea of what I mean: A client comes in asking if they could find his daughter. He gives a picture of her off her social media from the day she went missing.

Lu guang looks through it and 4 hours in, everything goes black and nothing can be seen throughout the rest of the photo. However near the last 2 hours, he can hear talking. Cheng decides he wants to dive and manages to convince Lu guang.

After he get knocked out as the missing girl, Lu guang continues to talk to him, eventually waking him up earlier than original. Hes blindfolded and the room is silent and cold. Hes tied up. He can't clap, he can't see, and he has no idea where he is. And Lu guang doesn't know what is going to happen.

Hours pass and Cheng is unable to break free. And eventually the talking starts. A low mumbling from multiple people approaching the room he's held captive in. The twelve hours is almost up. Cheng is starting to panic but wants to get some kind of information.

"What are you, cowards? Too afraid to show your face to your victim?" His voice is shaky but hes determined to see at least the smallest amount. He ignores Lu guang calls to not escalate the situation. His blindflod gets ripped off. And he can see their faces. The small garage they are in. Time is almost out, only a moment left. He looks up and sees the barrel of a gun and feels the bullet hit him at the same moment time runs out. He falls back next to Lu guang in a pure panic. The feeling of a bullet running through his brain causes him to break down into a full panic attack, lashing out as Lu guang tries to comfort him.

"Breath, your safe. Your home. I got you." Cheng calms down enough for lu guang to pull him into a hug "I didn't know, Im so sorry"

Some of my fav out of context quotes for my current WIP :

"I'm convinced your last brain cell is a ping pong ball and I'm pretty sure it had a hole in it."

"You hate me." [He says lovingly]

She smiles. (This one is significant for trans reasons 🥲)

"Your father could never hate you, mine could never love me"

"I don't think its often that 'foul' and 'beautiful' are used to discribe the same thing." (This pleases her)

"Mr. Jones has had to put up with you two brain-dead gentlemen for fifteen years..."

"Never anger. Jealousy, but never anger."

"I never meant to love you" (this one was devastating to write)

"...that coffin is where he belongs and I'm grateful that he is gone." (Get his ass!)

"You shouldn't, 'good' is a word I would never use to describe myself."

"Have you ever dug a grave?" (Hehehehe [menacing])

More drawings of my characters lol, this time Ramon got added (apprently I'm going to draw Colin with everyone but his girlfriend)

Colorized Polaroid of Sofia and Colin on a Merry-go-round

Then a picture of Ramon giving Colin a kiss ( when you're so deep in the friend zone, he lets you kiss him 🥲 )

Ramons design is definitely a work in progress, he is a newer character that hasnt actually been introduced in the story yet sooo I have no idea how I actually want him to look.

Reference picture for Colin and Ramon

I imagine this is what goes on in his head the whole time he has an empty stare 😭

i hate you

you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs because obviously someone could never look at me like you do. nobody could SEE ME the way you do. nobody else would dare to step into a viper pit on the off chance that it might protect me because nobody else has ever considered that i’m a real person. and that means you cannot be real. because there isn’t a single person who would try to protect me. i’m the only person who can save myself and i haven’t wanted to save myself in a very long time. i cannot be saved. but then i saw you standing there with auburn hair and blue eyes… jesus christ you cannot be real. because you are a terrified runaway and now you’re telling me that instead of running away like i told you to, instead of letting me take the fall like i expected to, you somehow ran directly into danger for ME? unreal unreal unreal you are a hallucination and a pipe dream because you’re saying things nobody has ever said to me and there is a catch in your voice that i’ve never heard before and it’s all because you were worried about me and it makes me sick because nobody should ever make you feel that way, least of all me. i see every piece of myself and my pain directed back at me, reflected in the ocean of your eyes and it makes me want to burn down the world, it makes me want to destroy myself, and yet you keep telling me that i deserve to live. you see me and you won’t let me tear myself apart but you don’t see that in offering yourself up to be slaughtered you are ripping me to shreds. you cannot be real. you cannot exist. and yet here you are, standing in front of me, bruised and bandaged and more alive than you’ve ever been. and i’m so terrified to want any piece of that because it’s impossible. you’re impossible. you don’t listen. you won’t back down when i tell you i’m not worth it. you’re a dream. you’re all the hopes i threw away when i was a child. you’re not my savior. i wish you would save me. i wish you could. i’m terrified that if i look at you too long, you will.

i hate you.

I’m going to casually drop this here and pretend I’m not embarrassed with myself 😅 I wrote a Kevaaron fic that is VERY sexual, anyway!

I can see them having a quiet moment without hugs or sobbing, silent tears with hushed words. A very I dont want you to see me like this but it hurts me and I know it hurts you too

A moment of breaking without shattering, a comfort by just being able to share the pain.

Everyones talking about Jeremy breaking down in Jean's arms in tsc3 but what about Laila? Laila who is just as unwilling to share her emotions as Jean is. Laila who most likely went through some form of SA from her neighbours after her high school graduation. Laila who just lost the only home she's ever known - just like Jean lost the only home he's ever known in Elodie - and hasn't yet properly mourned it just as Jean keeps trying to bury Elodie so he won't break either. I want them to find more comfort in each other knowing that the other is able to better understand them than any other person probably will ever be able to.

I want Jean to take that painting Laila bought, when she saw him looking at it, and paint Elodie into it. I want Laila to see a little girl with wavy black hair, a yellow ribbon and a duckling dress standing in a field of daffodils on their new apartment wall and tell Jean she's sorry that he lost his only home. I want him to say the same thing back to her and for that to finally break her. I want her to break at the idea that they've been through the same pain and i want them to be able to mourn together in silent understanding. I want Laila to be able to cry in front of Jean like he was able to cry in front of Neil and know that she doesn't have to be strong in front of him, that he understands better than anyone else.

"It was offensive, still, bare of the personal touches that would make it homey, but the daffodil painting on the wall was a silent promise that they'd get there eventually."

“It is not the same.” ​“No,” Laila agreed as she hugged it to her chest, “but it’s a start.”

Jeremy Knox in an Underwear ad

I just had this idea of him getting offered a magazine ad after a game and it being for a sports company with a new underwear line. (also just a practice for anatomy because I'm not great at it)

zoomed in ones under the cut.

Jean, Cat and Laila would definitely go with him, the girls would be taking videos of the awkward set ups and him messing up while Jean is hanging on for dear life.

I meant to add a quote of him saying "Do I get to keep these?" but I forgot. Oopies

Not really spoilers but be warned TGR :

If JereJean ever does have a sex scene, I really want it to be wholesome. I don't want a slow burn that crash lands with hungry hands and desperation (I know its called them hungry several times when it comes to them being horny lol but bare with me) I want them to walk into it slowly and both agree, hopefully even having their own 'yes or no' moment. I want them to be fumbling around in the dark like teenagers trying for the first time, clumsy and full of laughter. I want for Jeremy to realize its not about the sex itself but about who you are with and for Jean to understand it is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. The soft whispers of apologies through hushed laughter as they accidentally bump into each other or struggle with clothing. Gentle words of "is this okay" "can I touch you here" "right here is perfect" barely able to see and having to use hands to understand where they are. Ugh! I need them to be happy when they finally share themselves with each other.

If anyone has read "We Contain Multitudes" by Sarah Henstra, thats where my desperation of wholesome sex scenes stems from, they're whole 'researchers discovering the human body' is always going to hold a place in my heart.