#''if you don't like the script then just walk off the stage and join the audience. you always have a choice''

[aromanticasterisms]

feeling so fucking normal about kaeya's hangout. btw

[geotjwrs]

Tall Male!R (preferably around 6'6"/198cm or more) playfully teasing Jenna Ortega for being short ;P

shorty

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Jenna and Y/N sat side by side on the plush couch, facing a lively audience and the charismatic talk show host, Emily. The interview had been going well, with both stars sharing insights about their latest project. The chemistry between them was palpable, drawing smiles and laughs from everyone present.

Emily leaned forward, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, Jenna, Y/N, you two have become quite the talk of the town—not just for your amazing performances, but also for your adorable relationship. How do you manage to keep things light and fun on set?"

Jenna exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Y/N. "Well," she started, a playful grin spreading across her face, "it helps that we don't take ourselves too seriously. Especially when someone here," she nudged Y/N with her elbow, "loves to tease me about my height."

Y/N chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the studio. "What can I say? When you're 6'6" and your girlfriend is just over 5'1", it's hard to resist."

The audience laughed, and Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Do tell, Y/N. How do you go about teasing her?"

Y/N leaned back, his smile widening. "Oh, it's all in good fun. Like the other day, Jenna was trying to reach something on the top shelf in the kitchen. I offered to help, but she was determined to get it herself."

Jenna chimed in, rolling her eyes but smiling. "I was almost there, and then he comes up behind me, pretending to use me as an armrest. I was like, 'Really? Right now?'"

Emily laughed along with the audience. "That must make for some interesting moments."

"Oh, definitely," Jenna agreed. "But it's not just him. I get my fair share of teasing in, too."

Y/N nodded, mock-serious. "She's got a wicked sense of humor. Like, she'll hide my stuff where only she can find it. I once spent an hour looking for my phone, only to find it in one of her tiny shoes."

The audience erupted in laughter, and Jenna grinned proudly. "Hey, you have to get creative when you're the short one."

Emily's eyes sparkled with amusement. "It sounds like you two balance each other out perfectly. Any more funny stories?"

Jenna thought for a moment. "Oh, there was this one time we were filming a scene, and Y/N had to pick me up. He lifted me so high that I almost bumped my head on one of the stage lights. The director had to remind him to keep it grounded."

Y/N shrugged, laughing. "What can I say? I forget my own strength sometimes."

Emily leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Okay, but seriously, what's the sweetest thing about being with each other, despite the height difference?"

Y/N's expression softened as he looked at Jenna. "Honestly, it's the little things. Like when Jenna stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, or when she snuggles into me perfectly because of our height difference. It's those moments that make it special."

Jenna's eyes glistened as she smiled up at him. "And for me, it's feeling protected and cherished. Plus, I get to have the best hugs."

Emily sighed dramatically, her hand over her heart. "You two are just too sweet. Any plans for future projects together?"

Y/N nodded. "We're looking at a couple of scripts. We really enjoy working together, so we're hoping to find something that lets us continue doing that."

"Well, we can't wait to see what you two do next," Emily said, beaming. "Thank you so much for joining us today and sharing your delightful stories."

As the interview wrapped up, Jenna and Y/N stood, their height difference once again evident as Y/N helped Jenna down from the couch. The audience applauded, clearly charmed by the couple's dynamic.

Walking off stage, Jenna glanced up at Y/N, her eyes twinkling. "You know, I think we aced that."

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Of course we did. We're a perfect team."

Backstage, the couple found a quiet corner to relax. Jenna nestled comfortably under Y/N's arm, feeling the comforting weight of his presence. Their public appearances were always fun, but it was these quiet moments together that Jenna cherished the most.

"You know," Y/N said, breaking the silence, "one of my favorite things about these interviews is how they always make us reflect on all the fun we have."

Jenna nodded, smiling. "Yeah, and it's nice to share those moments with everyone. Plus, it gives us a chance to tease each other publicly."

Y/N laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "True. And speaking of teasing, remember when you tried to scare me on set by hiding behind a door? I heard you giggling before you even jumped out."

Jenna burst into laughter. "I couldn't help it! Your reactions are just too funny."

Y/N shook his head, smiling fondly. "Well, you definitely keep me on my toes."

Just then, a production assistant approached them. "Great interview, you two. There's a press conference in an hour, and then you're free for the rest of the day."

"Thanks," Jenna said, glancing up at Y/N. "You ready for round two?"

"Always," Y/N replied, giving her a quick squeeze. "But after that, how about we grab some lunch? I'm thinking of a place with chairs that don't make me feel like I'm sitting in kindergarten."

Jenna laughed. "Sounds perfect. And maybe a place where I don't have to ask for a booster seat."

Y/N chuckled, standing up and offering his hand to Jenna. "Deal. Let's get through this press conference, then it's lunch date time."

As they walked hand in hand towards the next part of their day, Jenna felt a warm glow in her heart. Despite the public scrutiny and their busy schedules, she knew they always made time for each other, balancing their playful teasing with deep affection. And as long as they had that, she knew they could handle anything together.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

Just read the latest chapter and I must say I do believe everyone deserves a break, and by that I mean why not just let them relax like if they were all actors. Maybe have Abel be what he wants from the 4th wall ask so there isn't any tension, it's just a fun non-canon event to wind down.

BREATHER

A RACEWAY AU ONESHOT

WARNING: none

~~~

"CUT!! Good job everyone, that's a wrap for today." The Author closed her notes for episode 13 of The Amazing Digital Raceway TV series.

As the set crew turned on the overhead lights to start cleaning, Seth tossed his newly lit cigarette and coughed. "Ugh...how much longer am I going to have to pretend to like these things?"

Pomni unzipped her tracksuit to the waist, took off the top half and tied the sleeves around her waist. The tracksuits were hot under the stage lights, so she was much more comfortable in her black tank top underneath. "You know you don't actually have to smoke those, right? They'll edit it in post."

"I'm a method actor. I can't work with this unless it's actually lit."

"...then don't inhale. Really, this is a you problem."

"meh, meh, meh. Shut up." He grabbed her jester hat and shoved it down over her eyes.

"Reeeeal professional." Caine walked up, still covered in electrical burn makeup. "You staying in character or something?" He handed a bottle of water to Pomni.

"Like I said, method." Seth dug around in his pockets for items to give back to the prop department. As he searched, a phone rang in his pants pocket.

Pomni gaped. "You had a cellphone on you the whole time!? AND IT WAS ON!? You could have ruined the scene!"

Seth took out his modern flip phone, ignoring Pomni, and answered it with a smile. "Hey, baby. Yeah, just finished up." He started walking away, paying no mind to Pomni or Caine. "Have you heard back from the Author about your audition? Yeah, I told her if she needed me to have a love interest, I would prefer it be you."

Pomni rolled her eyes. "I can't believe that's guy's your brother."

Caine raised an eyebrow. "He's not."

"But he looks just like you."

"I know, but we never knew each other before the casting call. Wild coincidence." Caine finished his water. "I was wondering...after we finish up here, would you like to join me for drinks? I know this really nice pub."

Pomni smirked. "Now who's method acting?"

Caine chuckled, blushing under his makeup. "Nah...no acting. Just, I think... I don't know...I've felt some chemistry here. I'd be very interested in getting to know you outside of work."

Pomni smiled sincerely. "I'd like that."

~

Gummigoo grunted as the makeup assistant took out the bright blue contacts that covered his whole eye. "These bloody things are awful." There was some relief with the eye wash, but not as much as he'd like.

"Sorry you have to deal with that." Abel said as he glanced over the script draft for the next episode. "But it looks like you're going to be wearing them for a while. Uh, good news, you're getting a costume change at least. Says here you wear a black tracksuit. Don't know why the Author waited an entire episode for the wardrobe change. Seems like an afterthought. I would've changed the moment I reincarnated."

Gummigoo shrugged. "Maybe the Author is taking details like that slower. I mean, think about it. You've supposedly been stuck in the walls for 15 or so years and you jump into the mainframe head first. Did you expect to know how to do things from the inside right away? Your character has never done that before. He doesn't know how to be 'god'."

"eh....I guess you're right." Abel tucked the script under his arm and saw Ragatha walking by with Jax. "Oh hey, you two alright? That was some intense stunt work today."

"I'm fine, dear. Don't you worry. Jax, however is-" Ragatha was cut off by Jax hurling into the barf bag. "...not doing so good."

Jax groaned, "The world is spinning in the wrong direction."

"And you said you could do your own stunts." Ragatha patted Jax on the back. "I'm taking you to the on-site medic for some help. You need to sit down. See you later Abel, Gummigoo." She waved to her co-stars and escorted Jax away.

"Crikey, I'd hate to be him right now." Gummigoo shook his head.

"Yeah...so, anyway, I also wanted to ask: HOW have you been able to hide your Australian accent the entire time you're me? You sound so different." Abel wondered.

Gummigoo laughed. "Lots of practice and American movies."

~

Kinger was a little sore from today. The crashes were a bit more intense than originally intended. But, without complaint, he made his way to wardrobe to change, where he came across Loo. "Oh, hello, Loo. Did you have fun today?"

Loo pouted, "No...I didn't even have a line this episode. I feel like I've been on the story less and less. My character feels so...useless."

Kinger sat next to her. "We don't know what's coming next. I'm sure the Author will figure something out. She's one of the most passionate directors I've ever worked with, and I've been doing this for a long time."

Loo sniffed and wiped her face. "I think she should just kill off my character and let me go home. I'm not needed here."

"Hey," Kinger said gently, taking her hand. "Yes, you are. Every character is important, even the background ones. They flesh out the story and give the audience different perspectives on character struggles throughout the plot."

"What about Bubble? They left after episode 12, and I haven't seen them-"

"Bubble's on hiatus. They had to be written out for a bit. Nothing to do with how useful they are. Don't compare your performance to the others. The sooner you stop doing that, the better off you'll be in this industry."

"...okay..."

"You're young, beautiful, talented and hard working. You'll go far, I just know it." Kinger gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks." Loo wasn't fully convinced, but she was grateful Kinger was trying.

~

"What do you mean you haven't heard back!?" Gangle screeched angrily into her phone at her agent. "I am a Shakespearean trained actor! I have a repertoire longer than all these other actors combined!! Well, maybe not Kinger, BUT STILL!! How have you come up with nothing!? You have 48 hours to find me a new offer or you're FIRED!!"

Gangle almost threw her phone. She couldn't believe it. Years of training and child acting and this backwater TV show was all she had for work. She could do SO much better than this. She DESERVED better than this.

She dialed a new number with tears in her eyes. "...mom? The agent you got me is useless! I'm still stuck with the TV show! I-...yes, it's popular or whatever, BUT I'M NOT THE MAIN STAR! I auditioned for the lead role and I got side-charactered! It's not fair!!" Gangle whined and cried, pulling the bow out of her hair in frustration.

~

Zooble was about to leave for the day, but was flagged down by the Author. "Hey, what's up?"

"A lot, Zooble." The Author sighed. "I need to touch base with you about your role in the next episode. Have you seen makeup and wardrobe about-"

"Oh, yeah, I have. They got the latex molds done. My new look should be done by time you're ready to film my scenes."

"Excellent. Best news I've heard all week."

"You look like you could use a drink." Zooble half joked.

"I really could, but I can't. I have too many projects that require my attention. My producers for Unseen are breathing down my neck for the next script. Not to mention co-witing for the Time Capsule and Harlequin shows. Sometimes I have time for spinoff scripts. Those are fun." The Author runs her hand through her hair.

"Wow. Maybe you're taking on too many projects at once? Take a break. Have a drink."

"....maybe. Once I get-" The Author's phone rang. "Excuse me." She stepped away and answered. "Hello?"

A smooth male voice came though. "I read the script. The answer's yes."

The Author could dance in place. "That's wonderful! I'll have the other drafts sent your way. Thank you for calling me yourself. Your agent was rather uppity about letting me even offer the role to you."

The man chuckled lightly. "He's a card. No, I like this a lot. You can count me in. In fact, I'd very much like to discuss my role in person. Are you available tonight?"

The Author almost dropped her stuff. "I am now."

[draw-ren-draw]

Avantris Fan comic Scripts #1

Often when I get ideas for comics, I break my panels into scripts first. For one reason or another, some of these projects never get finished. These scripts are less prose-y than fics but still contain dialogue and basic interactions.

Seeing as I've been under the weather, I thought you might like to see some in this stage anyway. I hope they inspire or entertain! Enjoy~

The Reason Why [My indulgent thoughts over why Kremy continues to remain distant from Torbek (aside from comedy and the Warlock's genuine fear over the other's Witchlight abilities) flavored with a smattering of Coalecroux.] * * * *

Establishing shot- Carnival Lecroux are walking through a forest clearing. The crew has had a long day of traveling and are eager to set up camp. It seems as though their latest victory is due to Torbek. Frost and Gricko are congratulating the bugbear for a job well done. He looks at each in turn, in surprise. Gricko: "Good job Torbek! You really nailed it today!" Frost: "Yes, with this, we might finally get to the next town ahead of schedule. You really gave it your all." Sensing the Alligator Warlock coming up behind him, Torbek whips around, unable to help but anticipate more praise. Kremy doesn't even look at him. Kremy: "Good night Torbek." The lizardfolk wanders off, leaving Torbek to sag with disappointment and a sad groan. Gideon enters the frame, looking inquisitive. He follows to where Kremy went and finds the other already sitting by a campfire, on a log, fishing out something to smoke. The warlock doesn't bat an eye when Gideon strides up to join him, both comfortably doing as they have done for years now; an expected and normal routine. As the genasi settles next to him, he turns to Kremy, curiosity more than judgement furrowing his brow. Gideon: "Hey, how come you're so hard on Torbek?" Kremy continues to look ahead, puffing a smoke "I don't know whatcha mean, Gid. I've treated him like I always treat him." Gideon: "Yeah, exactly, even after all we been through?" He can't help but crack a small laugh at that. Gideon: "I mean, yeah, he's Torbek. But ain't telling people what they like to hear something yer good at? That's kinda your thing!" He pulls out his own cigar to take a puff, still jovial and relaxed. Gideon: "You know even one nice thing would have him ready to die for ya! It's like you can't even look at em!" Kremy breaks, finally looking at Gideon, flustered by the subject (and possibly how handsome Gideon looks in the previous panel) Kremy: "That's precisely why I can't, Gid!! Do you know what I see every time I do? Do you know what I SAW when I looked him over? Every time he gives me that big stupid hopeful smile?!.. My mistakes."

"…" Gideon pauses. Who is this and what have they done with Kremy? He breaks the tension with another laugh. Gideon: "What are you talking about, man? I thought we all agreed, we were only like, a little at fault and he's already forgave us for that!" Kremy, turning serious: "I ain't talking about just the witchlight."

Gid goes quiet.

Kremy: "Do you ever stop to think about why Torbek was picked? Out of everyone in the whole carnival?" Gideon: "Well yeah, we all said, the thing with the herris whee--" Kremy: "It's because they thought nobody would miss him. No one would notice if they took him away." A look of disgust fills Kremy's face. Kremy: "He was poor, he was stupid--" Gideon: "--Smelly?" Kremy: "Smelly. He was living in a dumpster!" The Warlock angrily tosses his cigarette, we follow the action as it hits the ground and bounces at the bottom of the panel. Kremy: "Cause I wasn't payin him! He was my employee Gid, and if he was just a little more put together, maybe so much might not have happened to him! How am I supposed to look him in the eye after that?!"

We hold on Kremy for a beat. Gideon offers his cigar from out of frame and Kremy takes a drag hesitantly.

Kremy: "Thing is--" He puffs out the smoke "I keep thinking about how much time gets thrown around here. And I ask myself… if I went back to those times, if I'd still keep his checks and end up handing him over all over again. And I think I would. I'm at war with myself for that." Gideon stares at Kremy, expression carefully guarded but concerned. For a bit of meta humor we hear the DM represented as a text box above him. Nikki: "Gideon not being good at words but knowing Kremy enough to understand his conflict and that it takes a lot of guts to admit that to yourself and know yourself that well puts his arm around the alligator." Gideon: "Well. That's a lot of maybes for ya Kremy. I didn't think you even thought about those. But you can start by making it up to him now. Then, maybe one day? Those maybes might be different."

We view the pair from the back now. With the genasi's arm slung around alligator's shoulder we finally see a flash of a smile from the other con artist.

Kremy: "Reckon you may be right gid. Reckon you may be right." (But he still isn't paying him any time soon)

[pizzapasta23045]

KAEYA HANGOUT ANALYSIS

Qubad: Fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land, to fan the flames of conflict till they engulf the entire world...  Qubad: Fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. 

It so perfectly tells you what will happen in Kaeya's story without actually saying it. It's utterly lovely.

Firstly, it points out that Kaeya does not like violence, does not want it and he hates that fate wants him to be active participant in the creation of violence.

The homeland in the story could seem to be reffering to Khaenri'ah if you don't think about it too hard. But, weirdly, it reppresents both at different times of the play. In the beginning, fate wants the homeland to win, which would imply it's not exactly a 1:1 to Khaenri'ah unless the heavens have a weirdly convuluted plan as they themselves are the ones that destroyed it to begin with. It is also a place with a god, as you can tell in multiple points in the story.

Qubad: When I departed my beloved home to fight in a foreign land, I did so to honor his wishes and for my duty to our people.  Qubad: Alas, is this fate's grand design... Is this fate's grand design... Qubad: Must it be so...?

Kaeya was, in a way sent to fight in a foreign land. Not in the sense of physically fighint but in the sense tha he's an agent there for a specific goal we are not privy through.

He's placed in the impossible position of having to choose between Mondstadt, the place he loves and Khaenri'ah, his homeland who he owes a duty to. Fate, not his father decided this. His father has not helped the situation, his father has harmed him, but in the end he is not the one that created the problem in the first place. As Kaeya's himself points out here.

Kaeya: Yep, "inept" is a good word for it. Honestly, it might even be a little too civil to describe a god who turns fathers against their sons and is bent on endless warmongering... don't you think?

While there is clearly an arger towards his father, Kaeya does not see him as a bad person but as someone who was forced to be evil. A victim of manipulation, just as much of a pawn of this game as Kaeya himself is. The god (Celestia) is in the end the main problem. Because he set up the twisted system in teh first place.

 Qubad: I, Qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, till I breathe my last in a place far from home. Qubad: But I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn in heaven's plan. Qubad: Gundafar, my dear mentor... You have always been like a father to me. It brings me only anguish to bid you farewell.  Qubad: But I must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. Goodbye, my tribe and kin. Farewell, sweet land of my birth.

The important part of the hangout is this. "I shall not bow to the will of fate. I am no pawn." Kaeya makes his decision. He's made up his mind finally. He knows what he should do.

Now. What is that?

Well, we can see in the play in Kaeya's improv that he'll say goodbye to his mentor who was like a father to him. He also says goodbye to his kin and his tribe. He isn't picking either the side of his family of choise and his blood.

What we see here is fundamental. Kaeya shouts it at us. He is not picking either side, because both have significance to him. It's important to realize that the thing with his sides, that is also made up. It's a construct set up by the gods. Neither side is whooly right or whooly wrong. The Heavens WANT kaeya to choose.

Kaeya: If you don't like the script, just walk off the stage and join the audience. You always have a choice.

You always have a choice. There is always a less obvious choice. The Heavens do not control anything.

Qubad: My dear audience, I ask you this: Do you believe in fate? If fate decreed that your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?

The point it's making about Kaeya's story is fundamental to both his and the travler's story. Kaeya's life is to end in greatness and tragedy as his constellation says. It's written in the part. But Kaeya is no pawn, and Kaeya will not turn back, as freedom itself, as a concept dies. Unlike his father, he will not let himself be tainted by hate and preperpetuate the cycle of violence that the warmogering gods want him to do.

Anyways this is my coming out as a "Kaeya isn't picking either Khaenri'ah or Mondstadt he's picking the secret third option the heavens don't want you to know about."

[thiswasinevitable-rwrb]

Sleepy Hollow au where Alex is a brujo but doesn't quite know it (or admit to himself) and his family moves to New England for his parents' work. He's not thrilled since he's going from a very mixed race society (Mexico still owns Texas) to a very conservative one.

At least, he thinks it's conservative, but then he thinks they're bat shit crazy due to their superstitions.

Autumn descends, and t night, wolves sing loudly in the woods. Then it's not just the wolves, but the dogs in the village. Alex hears a horseman riding down the streets and over the nearby bridge. He's used to a noisy neighborhood, but this is something else. The whole town swears they don't hear anything, but they outright threaten him to stay inside at night. Shudder the windows and blow out any flames.

It's Alex, so he doesn't. The horseman comes around like clockwork, probably a delivery person of some kind, bringing the papers from New York or Philadelphia, or doing the late night work of some other business. Goodness knows the silversmith stays up at all hours, so he's probably the one paying the obnoxious rider...

Alex sees the dog first. A smallish hound that sees him right back. It bays up at the moon, and through the shadows, a large horse's silhouette joins the dog's. Alex knows a male rider when he sees one, but the headless horseman legend might not be a legend after all.

The rider and dog run off, but Alex finds them night after night. He even manages to get way too close and learns that the dog is dead - cloudy blue eyes, half its jaw missing, and somehow still walking and running with a compound fracture sticking out of its legs.

It's when the horseman lifts the dog to carry it that Alex sees the glint of a ring on his pinkie.

Another night, push comes to shove, and Alex wrestles that ring off the zombie's hand and flees. All he has to go on is a gold signet ring, the curvaceous H stamped on it, and the almost worn away engraving inside:

act ii, sc iii XXXVI - XLIX

He has no idea what it means. He's assume it's a Bible verse except his sister has been making trips to the nearby cities to see the plays. She collects the scripts and tells him it's a citation from a play. But which one?

Alex runs out of time trying to figure it out, because the next night, an incessant knocking rattles the house door in its frame before being knocked down entirely.

To both Alex's and June's surprise, the horseman holds out his hand. Alex sets the ring on his dead palm, and he...leaves. For having no brain, the body is oddly sentient.

"Did you see his clothes?" June asks.

"What? No, I'm busy looking for his eyes."

"It's a stage costume. He's wearing a stage costume. It's too colorful."

Long story short, June and Alex search through records to find an actor who died with an H last name. Instead they find Arthur, an actor with a son named Henry. They died in the same week.

"Which one is it?"

"Henry. It must be Henry," June insisted.

"A father would wear his son's ring," Alex reasoned. "He's looking for something every night."

Either way, Alex must find out how they died, and why one of them is riding. The real question, is who is the horseman searching for every night? The search is getting more and more invasive. The townspeople aren't able to turn a blind eye anymore, and things are getting violent.

And yet, the horseman never harms Alex.

[kyogre-blue]

Sumeru branch of Kaeya's hangout also "finished."

If I care about Liyue NPCs less than Mond ones, I don't care about Sumeru at all. So I checked out of this one pretty much immediately, especially once they started in on the play and Kaeya explaining an in-universe story to you. I've had enough of watching plays with poorly edited dialogue and 0 production values, ok. This is, what, minimum the third instance? The few times I came back to click on dialogue options, I was not impressed either.

The general plot seems to be that Kaeya fills in as an actor in a play at Port Ormos. At one point, he prompts you, in the audience, to select between two dialogue options, "I will face my fate bravely" or "I will challenge my fate and rise above it." Then at the end, he talks about the classic expression "the world is a stage and everyone's an actor."

One interesting point is that he gives you a 4 star item, the same way some major world quests and certain story quests do:

NOTE: This is not unique to Kaeya hangout, Thoma gives you a 4 star item too, the Lucky Omamori, and let's be real, there's no special significance to that. This one has a much longer description though.

I don't think there was anything notable in the quest itself, aside from this thread they float about fate and how you accept/reject it.

When talking about "All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players," Kaeya says he sees the world as a play put on by an inept god. But he believes people have the option to reject their role (fate) and... walk off the stage to become part of the audience.

Kaeya: Everyone, you and I included, is both an actor and a member of the audience.

Kaeya: If you don't like the script, just walk off the stage and join the audience. You always have a choice.

This take on the metaphor.... is a bit weird.

If you think about the natural direction of this metaphor if framed via fate, it's that you either put on the best possible performance (face your fate bravely) or you tear up the script (defy fate).

What does walking off the stage to join the audience even mean?

"Everyone is both an actor and a member of the audience," bruh, that's not how it goes. If the entire world is a stage, there is no longer an audience (in this world), only actors... If you are saying everyone is BOTH, then there is no option for "join the audience." You already ARE the audience??

What is Kaeya even saying, concretely? That you can always give up being plot relevant and just be a background NPC? On brand for how Genshin handles non-archon characters, I suppose...

Like a lot of Genshin's attempts at being fake deep, this stuff doesn't work because they don't use their brains when writing it.

I hate it so much.

[baenxietydad]

Swynrpwrimo Task #9: SwynRPVision

Create your own TV show, book, video game, piece of media, etc. that would exist in the SwynRPuniverse which does not exist in ours. Write a description, make a graphic, write a script or do whatever you want. 

[tracker]

THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS

It's a K-pop survival competition show! Follow the journey of trainee Bae Na-young (Mu-yeol Bae's niece and Nemo Bae's cousin!) as she competes to join the debut group. Read to the end to find out the girl group's name!

(This show might eventually be canon, but not yet lol)

Name: Shining Girl (Mnet)

Concept: To see who will shine the most, and leave an impact in the industry as South Korea's first all-fairy girl group made up of fairies from around the world.

Number of Contestants: 84 contestants (most are from Korea but some are from abroad - China, Japan, Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, United States, New Zealand, United Kingdom, Sweden, Mongolia, Argentina -- most not from Asia are overseas Koreans but there's one Chinese-Scottish girl)

Judges/Mentors:

Vocal: Yunjin (Le Sserafim), Bangchan (Stray Kids), Solar (Mamamoo)

Rap: So-yeon (G-IDLE), Jessi, Han (Stray Kids)

Perfomance/Dance: Ten (NCT/WayV), Sung Hanbin (Zerobaseone), Xiaoting (Kep1er)

MC: Chuu (soloist)

Signal Song: Shine (an energetic song that serves as the theme song of the show, think Pick Me from Produce 101 or Here I Am from Boys Planet)

Debut: 12 contestants (permanent group)

Voting: Viewers vote for 12 girls at first, then as they get eliminated it goes down to 10, 6, 4, and then for the final round, 1 girl

01 ENTRY PERFORMANCE

In this performance, we will see each of the girls performing a song off their choice either with a group or they can perform solo. They perform in front of the judges and all of the other girls. Think like the Boys Planet star level test or the Produce series entry tests. Then the Judges rank the girls. They are all given a Grade either A, B, C, or D.

In episode 1, we are first introduced to trainee Bae Na-young as she paces the floor backstage. Another trainee walks up to her and Na-young hugs her. Na-young's voice in a voiceover explains that "Hye-rin unnie* and I used to train at the same company. It's been two years since we got to train together. I hope we debut together through Shining Girl."

*unnie is a word that Korean girls use to address or talk about a female friend older than them

The scene changes to Na-young on stage and the camera flits briefly to Hye-rin nervously watching her. It goes silent. And then, the scene shows mentor Yunjin's head just snap up, followed by multiple reaction shots of the other trainees and the mentors. Why?

Because this is the song that played. Na-young chose the bold move to perform a Le Sserafim song in front of Yunjin, a Le Sserafim member, and perform it alone with nobody to help her sing, rap, and dance.

Na-young executes the performance well, earning praise from Bangchan for her stable vocals. Everyone looks at Yunjin. She is silent a long moment before saying "thank you for letting me watch someone else perform this song" and praising her captivating stage presence.

However, Xiaoting comments that her dancing feels a bit like she's checking off boxes, that she doesn't feel like she really enjoys it. "It's technically perfect, but I don't see Na-young."

Ultimately, Na-young earns an A-grade.

However, many viewers thought Na-young was brazen for performing Yunjin's song in front of her and she got a lot of online hate. She ranked only 44th in the first round of online voting.

02 SONG BATTLE

The girls will first split into 12 teams of 7. 1st-12th Rank will be team captains. 1st place will choose her team first, then it goes on like that. Then they will choose a song to battle with the other group of 7 performing. So there is an A team and a B team for each song. The choices are as follows:

Love Me Like This (NMIXX)

Queencard (G-IDLE)

Unnatural (WJSN)

Dalla Dalla (Itzy)

Spicy (aespa)

Sugar Rush Ride (TXT)

Then a live audience will choose the winning performance for each concept. The judges will choose an all-around individual winner between each battle, and both the winning group and the judges pick for individual trainee will receive a points benefit for the next round of voting. Then, the team that scored overall first place will will an additional benefit and will perform on M-Countdown.

Despite coming in 37th in the first televote, Na-young is chosen first by the 5th-ranked girl, shocking a lot of people. The girl, the Chinese-Scottish trainee named Sophie Chen, said in a talking head that the show's editors put in: "I'm choosing my team based on talent because I'm sure once we show you this stage we will be popular as well as talented."

The twelve team captains then have to compete in a race to see which order they get to pick their songs in. Sophie wins third place and confidently announces that her group will be doing Queencard after the first slots for Dalla Dalla and Love Me Like This are taken first.

Na-young is secretly not thrilled, since she got online hate for performing Yunjin's song, now she'd be doing a rap mentor's song. But fine!

The girls must elect their leaders for each group. Na-young is nominated leader by Sophie who, although she built the team, doesn’t want the position. She says she feels “lacking” and she doesn’t want the girls to struggle because of her. Nobody else volunteers so despite being unpopular in the original rankings, Na-young is leader.

In a talking head, Na-young says "after I was elected leader, I realized-- everyone else in my group was a foreigner. We're like the UN."

Their group consists of Na-young (an animal talent fairy from Korea), Sophie (a Chinese-Scottish storytelling-talent fairy), Solongo (a Mongolian healing-talent fairy), Chenda (a Cambodian water-talent fairy), Lalita (a Thai animal-talent fairy), Aubrey (a Korean-American fast-flying talent fairy), and Noriko (a Japanese water-talent fairy).

In the midterm mentors' evaluation, Na-young is again told that her dancing is technically perfect but she doesn't look like she's having fun. In the final edit of the episode the broadcasted on TV, Na-young is seen relentlessly practicing the choreography so that it become automatic and she can just focus on her facial expressions, energy, and having fun.

She's practicing in the hallway of the dorms late into the night, like many other girls.

While practicing, she stops mid-dance-move. She overhears Chenda and Noriko struggling with their lines. In the midterm evaluation, their pronunciation was critiqued quite harshly. The girls all spoke Korean to some degree, as most of them had been living in Korea and training for at least a year. However, Chenda and Noriko had both just arrived in Korea less than six months ago. She walks over to them to help with their pronunciation and this is included in the final cut of the episode.

On the day of the performance, their team, (UN + I <3) wins over the other team performing Queencard, securing the benefit. Noriko wins first place out of all 14 of the girls who performed Queencard, thus winning an additional benefit. In her thank you message, she thanked Na-young for helping her with her Korean.

This endeared Na-young, previously seen as annoying and over-confident, to some of the viewing audience. At the first elimination, it was announced that only 45 out of 84 girls would move on to the next round.

Na-young's team all looked at her, who had ranked in 44th place after the entry level audition episodes aired, which meant that she was in danger of elimination.

However! Between the benefit for winning the battle round and audiences growing to like her, she jumped from 44th place to 26th. So Na-young moves on to the next round.

03 Concept Battle Round

The contestants will choose a concept and one of two songs in that concept.

The girls split up into 4 groups of 8, 1 group of 7, and 1 group of 6. The songs are put on big signs on the wall of a large room along with the number of girls per song. The girls choose their songs one by one starting from the lowest ranked person to the first ranked person. When songs fill up, higher ranked girls can push the lower ranked girls out and they have to find an open slot-- but they cannot push someone out, so they must choose whatever song is available.

The concepts and songs are as follows:

Cute: Mr. Chu (Apink) or Very Very Very (I.O.I)

Dark: Given-Taken (Enhypen) or Chase Me (Dreamcatcher)

Girl Crush: Hobgoblin (CLC) or Pink Venom (BLACKPINK)

When it's Na-young's turn, she stands in front of the songs a long moment before walking over to Mr. Chu. The camera pans to the shocked faces of some of the other girls, and the editors slide in a talking head of an interview with Na-young.

"Ah, so..." Na-young says. "I wanted to show the cute side of myself in this challenge. I think people might think I only like powerful concepts and that's not true. I have a lot of aegyo!"

However, the girl in position 8 pushes her out of Mr. Chu when it's her turn because Mr. Chu had filled up. Na-young frowned, walking back to see what songs still had slots, and went to stand with the Chase Me group.

There was only one slot left total when the PO1 girl had to choose. It was take a slot in Hobgoblin, or, push a girl out of another song and make them take it. The girl, a healing-talent fairy from Busan named Im Yeo-reum, walked up to Chase Me and looked right at Na-young, before apologizing and tapping another girl (Noriko who worked with Na-young last round) on the shoulder to send her to Hobgoblin.

The girls select a leader, and Na-young is one of three girls nominated but she immediately bows out. She says she wants to give the other girls nominated an opportunity but silently she knows it isn't good to be perceived as bossy and always trying to take charge and she doesn't want to be evil edited in the final cut for TV. KT Kim, a Korean-New Zealander fire-talent fairy, is chosen as leader.

Na-young picks up the choreography for Chase Me quickly and the response is positive in the midterm evaluations. Sung Hanbin and Xiaoting say that they can actually see Na-young having fun while dancing. Ten reminds her though that "now that you're having fun while dancing, remember the emotions you need to convey with this specific concept." Na-young smiles and nods at the minor constructive critique.

Back in the dorms, Na-young and Noriko, who share a room with a few other girls, are talking. Noriko expresses worries over getting her lines down for Hobgoblin, as the lines she has are faster-paced than she's confident with. Na-young takes time to help Noriko, who is not her teammate this time around, with her Korean. This is broadcasted, along with a brief #throwback clip to the last round where they practiced Noriko's Korean together, and a talking head of Noriko spliced in saying;

"Na-young unnie helps me with my Korean a lot. I'm so thankful to her, I was like, why is she helping me? We aren't a team this time...but she's still helping me. I really want to debut with her."

Across the screen in Korean and in English (those of you who watch K-pop survival shows know how accurate this is lmao) as the girls decide to go to bed for the night, appear the words "Na-young unnie...let's debut together. Fighting!"

The scene cuts to all of the girls backstage in their outfits for the show. The live audience will pick the winner of each battle like last round and this time they'll also vote for the girl they think did best in each song. The top-voted girls wins an additional benefit. The judges will also pick a judges' pick girl to award an additional benefit from each battle. Additionally, the top-voted team overall will perform on MCountdown (of the Korean music shows).

Na-young's team wins their battle and Im Yeo-reum is ranked 1st by the audience, as the girls expected since she was PO1 overall. However! The mentors voted Na-young as the 'dark concept' battle winner.

Sung Hanbin said on the microphone that "we were really impressed with how much you've grown in your dancing since the entry evaluation. You took Ten's midterm critique and showed us a great stage." Na-young thanked them and promised to show them even better stages in the future.

In the elimination episode it is announced that of the 45 girls left, 15 would be eliminated. Na-young is worried, as she's currently 26th place so she can only fall 4 slots maximum.

In true survival show fashion, they start with 29th place and go up to 13th place (the last place before the debut group lineup slots), and then 12th-3rd, then 30th place, then 1st and 2nd place. Na-young gets increasingly nervous when it approaches time for Chuu to announce 26th place. When Na-young isn't called, she looks down at her feet for a while.

When girls from her first battle group and her Chase Me group are revealed safe, Na-young claps extra hard for them but smiles and claps for every girl revealed safe regardless. 13th place is called. It's not Na-young. She figures then that she's either 30th place or is eliminated.

Chuu announces 11th place by saying "11th place is an animal-talent fairy from Korea..." Na-young's eyes pop wide open, but so do the eyes of two other girls who were also animal-talents from Korea -- one girl who had been ranked 32nd last round, and one who had been 17th last round.

"...Bae Na-young!"

Na-young is floored that she jumped from 26th place to 11th place. When she's given the mic, she tries to talk but starts crying before she pulls it together to thank everyone for voting for her and asking them to continue letting her show them amazing stages.

04 BOY GROUP BATTLE

The remaining contestants will head on into the boy group battle. 5 teams of 6 girls. The songs are:

Blue Hour (TXT)

LALALALA (Stray Kids)

Pretty U (Seventeen)

Beautiful Liar (Monsta X)

Dynamite (BTS)

The teams must select their songs this way --- first, the girls get into their teams of 6 BEFORE they know what the songs even are. Then, they must go on a scavenger hunt for 3 items. The first group to find all three then go to the room where Chuu is and she shows them the song choices and they pick their song, and so on and so forth.

This presents challenges for some teams because, having selected their teams being blind to the songs, they may end up with a poorly combined team for the song they have to perform.

Na-young was quickly chosen as a teammate by the PO1 girl, Im Yeo-reum, much to Na-young's surprise. Na-young chose Noriko and Solongo from her first group to join them and Yeo-reum calls KT Kim over. A lot of the girls wanted to join as the 6th member as the group had PO1 (Yeo-reum), PO3 (KT), PO12 (Noriko), PO11 (Na-young), and PO16 (Solongo), and between them they already had strong singers, rappers, and dancers. Looking at the girls not yet teamed up, Yeo-reum whispered to Na-young and Na-young nodded.

"Sophie, come join us!" Yeo-reum said. Sophie, who was Na-young's teammate for Queencard, had ranked 30th and just barely made it. However she was incredibly strong as a dancer, singer and rapper, a real all-arounder.

The girls completed their scavenger hunt first and had a free pick of all song choices.

Na-young wanted to do Blue Hour, on her "I wanna be cute" agenda, and the song is easier to perform choreo-wise than Pretty U which was also a cute song. Yeo-reum, the group's leader, argued that they were getting close to the final and should take a risk to show what they're capable of and suggested either Pretty U or Beautiful Liar.

Ultimately, they agreed on Beautiful Liar.

Na-young was tasked with writing her own raps as she was one of the two in charge of the rap parts, and she helped Sophie write the Korean lyrics of her raps too.

By this round, doing the choreo and having fun while doing it came easily to her, yay!

The winning team, girl, and judges' pick would receive benefits once again.

The Beautiful Liar team wins first place overall, and Im Yeo-reum wins first place in the on-site voting out of all 30 girls.

In the elimination episode, it is announced that 10 girls would be eliminated, meaning 20 girls will go into the final round.

Sophie is called out as PO17 having risen from 30th place.

Na-young expects to have dropped, and when it gets to PO3 and her name has yet to be called, she expects she's either 20th place or eliminated. Chuu calls out "Im Yeo-reum and Bae Na-young, step forward."

Na-young is speechless as being either PO1 or PO2 -- she's announced as, for this round at least, second place!

05 ARTIST BATTLE

The girls are divided into 4 groups of 5 and are given original songs! The girls hear 15 second clips and then record PR videos for the Mnet site making their case to assign them to the song they want to be assigned to. And then you, the Shining Girl viewers, vote and choose which song the girls do!

These are the vibes of the 4 songs:

A retro-inspired song called Quiet! about wanting your heart to stop beating so loudly in front of your crush because you're embarrassed. Soundwise, think Oh! My Mistake by April

A song that just sounds sexy called Tap Tap, think Something by Girl's Day

A sunshiney song called My Boy -- it's giving Me Gustas Tu by GFRIEND vibes

A song exuding confidence called Star Girl it's giving Next Level by aespa or Trouble by EVNNE

In her video, Na-young campaigns to be assigned to Quiet! as she thinks it can show her cute side-- once again on her "let Na-young be cute!" agenda.

Ultimately, she's assigned to My Boy and secures the main vocalist position.

The winning team, top-voted girl, and judges' pick girl all receive benefits.

Na-young's team wins first place over all and Na-young is the top-voted girl on-site. Sophie is the judges pick -- she was on team Star Girl.

06 FINAL

For the final, the votes from the artist battle round are included. However, the girls are split into two groups of 10 and learn two other brand new songs! They perform these in the final live broadcasted show, and viewers cast their last minute votes --- however, they can only pick one girl, the dreaded Mnet survival show one-pick. Many dreams will be crushed, girls in the top 12 will suddenly fall to last place, it's a bloodbath y'all.

The songs are:

Azaleas, a sassy song like Tonight by Blackswan

QT, a fun song about a crush, sound like After LIKE by IVE

Na-young ends up in QT after the girls play a series of competitive games to determine groups and positions.

The final member announcement begins with the announcement of the group name: Primrose, and the fans are called Bumblebees.

Ultimately, Na-young is announced as PO4, debuting in Primrose. Her reaction was huge, think Park Gunwook in Boys Planet.

The final lineup is Primrose:

PO1 - Im Yeo-reum (Korea)

PO2 - KT Kim (New Zealand)

PO3 - Noriko (Japan)

PO4 - Bae Na-young (Korea) (leader)

PO5 - Solongo (Mongolia) (oldest)

PO6 - Aubrey Mo (USA)

PO7 - Han Mi-joo (Korea)

PO8 - Lalita (Thailand)

PO9 - Lucia Eun-sae Kim-Costa (Argentina)

PO10 - Lim Na-ri (Korea) (maknae, youngest)

PO11 - Sophie Chen (Scotland)

PO12 - Chenda (Cambodia)

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Well, you know what it is, I'm here to ask you all to vote for my boy Juza. But I wrote propaganda once so might as well do it again. This time in a bit of a story. Please excuse any OOC in my writing. First go at writing these characters

Juza exhaled as he returned backstage. He did it, he actually did it. When he came in he would've been happy to go a few rounds but now he is in the finals. It was still blowing his mind, like how? He could feel the weight of people's expectations. His fans, the fans of those who trusted him to go all the way. From the Hermie and Barbie fans to maybe even a few Karen fans. Speaking of, hopefully, she'll feel better after they go get those parfaits. He knew a great place she would hopefully enjoy. God, I hope the girls there won't be so scared when they see him walk in. As long as he is with her. He sighs once again wishing he sometimes looked more like Muku and Kumon so he could go in there without worrying about scaring people. He opens his dressing room when he hears a cacophony of shouts.

"Congratulations," shouts the entirety of the Mankai company shocking Juza as he closes the door.

Muku and Kumon rush him and pull him into a deep hug.

"Congratulations Ju-chan,* shouts Muku.

"You're so awesome Nii-chan," shouts Kumon.

"Just relax and have yourself a snack, you're making us all proud," assures Omi as he hands him some macarons. "Even made your favorite flavor."

"Those Shadow Girls better watch out as you got this," follows up Taichi.

"Oi, don't give him a big head," says Banri looking away.

"Well to be fair he should have some ego, he got further than any of us," retorts Tenma.

"Just shows hard work leads to results," smiled Sakuya.

"If you need any help the winter troupe and I will be happy to help you prepare," said Tsumugi.

"Thanks, I don't know if I deserve all these kind words. Honestly, it should have been one of you. You are the leaders for a reason and make a much better representative for our group," responded Juza.

"Banri," stated Itaru, smirking and giving Banri an expecting look. Bringing a blush from Banri.

"You're going to have to say something," joined in Chikage. Bring a groan from Banri.

"Just do it already leader, you know you have to," followed up Azami in a matter-of-fact tone.

"FINE, ok listen here because I'm going to say this once! I don't want to hear you say you don't deserve this. You acted your ass off and you deserve to win out, because you're my rival, and I want you to prove yourself the best because it means I have a higher level to reach when I catch up," says Banri, blushing furiously.

"Ah it seems Banri is being tsunami about this, no," chimes in Citron.

"It seems so," nodded Guy.

"It's tsundere," groaned Masumi correcting the two.

"I feel inspiration coming for a poem," celebrates Homare.

"Will you all shut up," screeches Banri.

"Banri," catching Banri's attention. "Thanks …. but don't get bold thinking you're going to catch up after I win. I'm about to leave you in the dirt, but feel free to try," smiles Juza. Bring a chuckle from the group as the two enter a shouting match.

"We had our laughs but it is time to focus, the shadow girls are no slouches," states Tasuka.

"Indeed they will be formidable opponents, but we're sure you'll pull through," says Azuma calmly.

"If you need a good luck charm, hold one of my lucky triangles," cheers Misumi.

"Marshmellow," offers Hisoka holding out one of his beloved marshmallows to Juza.

"If you need some new costumes I can help you out, standard gangster," says Yuki with a knowing smile.

"I can help with running through some scripts as well," follows up Tsuzuru.

"I'll be firing up the hashtags to help you win," smirks Kazunari already typing up a storm on his phone.

"Everyone," blushes Juza.

"Hyodo," states Sakyo as he and Izumi approach him.

"Juza when you joined us you were worried you never be able to stand on stage, but look at you now you got a chance to win the best actor tournament. But win or lose we are all proud of you," congratulates Izumi.

"Hyodo, I'll not mince words. You're far too humble I know you want to go out there and prove yourself the best. In my opinion, you've proven yourself a true thespian more than enough times. But if winning this tournament is the proof you need to feel you deserve to call yourself a true thespian I want you to go out there and crush them, can you do that," asks Sakyo.

"I …" stutters Juza.

"I ask can you do that," says Sakyo raising his voice.

"Yes … I want to win this, I want it more than you could believe," says Juza almost holding back tears.

Sakyo smiles. "Then you best go out there and win, because I want you to believe what we all believe," everyone in the room smiles with confidence nodding to Sakyo's statement.

Juza just runs his hand through his hair, "God it is going to suck now if I lose, but if you all believe in me. I refuse to let you all down … thank you, everyone." said Juza through a few tears of happiness as he gets pulled into one big group hug.

Juza now walks toward the stage, the final stage of this tournament. He knows no one will be ashamed he isn't to win as long as he gives it everything but now that isn't good enough. He wants to win dammit, and he going to do just that. He charges the stage ready to act his ass off.

Finale

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Juza Hyodo: "Juza had been wanting to be an actor since middle school, but because of his scary appearance he didn't get to try it until his senior year of high school. He wanted to act in order to "become someone else", but in the process of acting he learnt to embrace himself instead, and to use that as fuel for his acting. He's extremely passionate and this passion is contagious to his fellow troupemates. He may not be the leader of the troupe, but he sure is its heart. Despite his wanting to change himself at the start, even from his initial scenes he's ready to face who he is, and to show vulnerability on stage. This and passion are key attributes for any performer to have."

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Shadow girls: "The shadow girls are a literal embodiment of a Greek chorus within the stage-inspired world of Utena, complete with moving sets, prop-like stabbings, and actual spotlights all magically appearing in universe. They are a theater story telling device living on a metaphorical and literal stage. Their awareness of the show, its themes, characters, ect has been enough for a person who worked on Utena to call them the real main characters of the show. They serve as narrators, story telling devices, and important characters that appear in every episode."

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A Prank Worthy of the Blooper Reel

Word count: 2,100

Pairing: Marvel cast x female reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

By request - this is the sequel to On Set Pranks (part 3 to Bloopers). I'm not the greatest at coming up with pranks, but I hope this one is at least somewhat amusing! 😊😅

In case anyone hasn't figured this out yet - I have absolutely no concept of what really happens on a movie set. I'm probably way off, but it works for the idea that I had, so I'm just rolling with it!

Read first: Part 1 | Part 2

"Psst - Seb!"

You had your head poked out of your dressing room, trying to catch Seb's attention as he walked past. He turned at the sound of your whispering, and you motioned for him to come inside. He glanced around warily for a moment, then quickly slipped inside your room as you shut the door behind him.

"You sure it's a good idea for us to be seen fraternizing like this?" he asked, his voice hushed. "People might get the wrong idea."

"Nobody else was around, you saw yourself," you assured. "Now - do you have the scripts?"

He reached into the bag slung over his shoulder, removing a stack of paper with a flourish. "Ready to go."

"Excellent."

You turned to Tom where he sat on your dressing room sofa across the room. He had a sly grin on his face, one that suited the Loki costume he already had on for the day's rehearsal.

"You know your lines, right?" you asked him.

"Of course I do. Can't risk any blunders, now, can we?"

"Perfect." You grinned. "Seb, do you think you could manage to slip these scripts in place of the real ones before rehearsal starts?"

"Oh, don't worry. You know those three are always the last ones on set."

"Alright, good. Let's get going then."

You exited your dressing room, checking the hallway for any passerby before motioning for Seb and Tom to follow. If this prank was going to work, no one could know the three of you were collaborating. It was sure to raise suspicion.

It had been a few months since you started filming the Avengers movie, and you finally began opening up to your cast mates. It was perfect timing to play a huge prank on the unsuspecting actors - you were comfortable enough to play around and joke with them, but they would never suspect you would pull something. Especially nothing of the scale you were planning.

You had to enlist Tom's help to get this prank to work, since he would play a critical role in what you'd come up with. There was a scene coming up in which the Avengers would have to request help from Loki to be able to find a way onto Jotunheim undetected. It does take some convincing, of course, but Loki ultimately agrees to assist them. However, you thought it might be more interesting to embellish on that scene a bit - make the heroes grovel for his assistance. So, with Tom's help, you'd written a few modifications into a false copy of the script where Iron Man, Captain America, and Hawkeye would need to beg Loki to earn his help. You knew the actors would balk at this, which made it all the more amusing.

Seb had asked you months prior to be sure to include him when you decided to pull a prank on Chris Evans for the first time. You needed someone to help swap the scripts of the three actors, and so you requested his assistance. He was more than happy to join forces with the two of you, especially since he knew he wouldn't be on the receiving end of this prank.

The director was unaware of this little script swap, but you knew she would appreciate the prank all the same. It was only a staging rehearsal, so you wouldn't be ruining any actual takes for the scene. There was still a good chance it would be caught on film, however.

Many of the crewmembers were already on set when you'd arrived, but only a couple of the cast members were floating around the set, and none of your three targets were present. Seb had been right in that regard. Tom curbsided the director to discuss something about the day's scene, and Seb snuck the false scripts in place of Robert, Jeremy, and Chris's copies. No one outside of you three conspirers were privy to the swap. Everything was working out perfectly.

Once everyone had finally arrived on set, the director called for the actors to set up for the first scene of the day - the one you'd doctored as your prank. You watched from off to the side as the actors flipped through their scripts, trying your hardest to keep a straight face as you watched Chris's brow furrow and Robert tilt his head in confusion.

"I don't remember this part," Jeremy stated, pointing to a section on his script. Tom leaned over his shoulder to read the section, feigning complete ignorance.

"Oh, yes - I'd heard the director made a couple modifications to the script. I suppose she must have wanted the scene to be more dramatic."

"Hmph," Robert huffed, scowling. "I'm gonna have a real hard time staying in character for this."

"OK - quiet on the set everyone, let's get ready to rehearse!"

The director's call interrupted the grumbling of the three actors, and they reluctantly got into position to practice the scene. Seb stepped up beside you to watch, nudging you subtly with his elbow.

"Can't wait," he whispered.

The beginning of the scene began as originally planned. The three heroes have arrived in New Asgard where Loki is residing and are in the process of consulting with him for his assistance. Understandably, Loki is hesitant to oblige, given their less-than-amicable history. The heroes begin to bargain with him, becoming desperate.

That's when the scene took a turn off the original course, and your prank began to unfold.

"Oh-ho, I like this," Tom declared in his Loki voice, a broad, mischievous grin painted across his features. He began pacing slowly in front of them, his eyes never leaving theirs. "How the tables have turned. Three of the proudest benevolent heroes, groveling at my feet for help." He paused, turning to face the men more fully. "Perhaps you all should be kneeling before me. Why should I agree to anything if you can't even grovel properly to the royal Prince of Asgard?"

Chris, Robert, and Jeremy glanced at one another, cringing at what they were about to do. It was difficult to tell if their expressions were to keep in character, or if they truly felt ridiculous kneeling to the God of Mischief. In any case, the three of them obliged as written in the script, dropping to their knees.

"Uhh... cut!" the director called out. "What are you three doing?"

"Just following the script," Chris responded, picking himself up off the floor.

"That's not in the script. Though, it is funny! Definitely worthy of the blooper reel!"

"It's right here! Tom told us you made some-"

You could see the second it dawned on the three men that they'd been tricked. Realization sparked across their faces, and the three of them turned to look at Tom with wide eyes.

"You little sneak!" Robert exclaimed, unable to hide his grin despite being on the receiving end of the prank. "That was very 'Loki' of you, Hiddleston."

"Hehey - it wasn't my idea! I can't take full credit, I only played the part," Tom responded, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Who's idea was it, then?" Jeremy demanded, although he, too, had a poorly hidden grin on his face. Tom pointed toward you and Seb where you stood off set.

"I should have known you were involved in this!" Chris lamented, shaking his head at Sebastian.

"Uh-uh, it was her idea," Seb insisted, pointing at you and taking a step away to prove he wasn't allotted with your scheme.

"Wow. I knew this day would come, but damn I didn't expect you to pull that big of a prank for your first one!" Robert exclaimed, stepping over toward where you stood.

"We're going to have to come up with something huge to get back at you... you got us in the bloopers," Jeremy added, feigning anger. Anxious at the idea of getting revenge-pranked by the three actors, you shook your head, pointing at Seb.

"It wasn't me, it was him!! Don't lie to them, Seb!" you insisted. Seb turned to look at you with his mouth agape.

"What?? Oh, hell no, you're not putting the blame on me!"

"Seriously - are you guys going to believe him over me?" you inquired of the three prank victims.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Seb demanded.

"No, no... she's got a point, Seb," Chris interjected, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, you're the one who's pulled pranks on us in the past. She's never done anything. At least, not to us," Jeremy added, folding his arms sternly.

"Looks like it's Seb we've got to plot our revenge on," Robert declared.

Seb glanced speechlessly at all three men, then returned his gaze to you. You flashed him a haughty smirk. No way were you going to take the fall for this after Seb tried throwing you under the bus the minute Tom pointed in your direction.

"Looks like you'd better watch your back," you taunted, adding insult to injury. Seb's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your brazenness.

"Me? Nah, you're the one in trouble."

He grabbed hold of your sides and kneaded his fingertips rapidly into the soft skin. You doubled over with a burst of laughter, twisting around to break free from his grip and run.

"Oh no, I'm not finished with you," he growled, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and continuing his ticklish assault on your sides and belly.

"SEHEB thehey're still WOHORKING!!" you protested.

"Right." He paused for a moment, turning toward the set with you still held tight against his chest. "Keep going - I'll give her back when her scene comes up!"

"NOHO!" You began squirming and giggling again as he picked up where he left off, fingers traveling up and down your sides and ribcage.

"Bet you regret lying now, don't you?" Seb teased, scratching faster at your ribs when he realized your laughter pitched up. "I graciously offered to help you and you sell me out?? Not cool."

"Ahalright Ihi'm SOHORRY!!"

"You gonna admit it was you then?" he asked, slowing his fingers to scratch at your sides gently so you could speak more coherently.

"Ihi... ihit was Tom's idea," you giggled.

"Oh, was it, now?"

You squeaked in surprise when you heard Tom's voice behind you, turning your head to find him standing a few feet behind you and Seb.

"Uhh... kidding! I was kidding!" you stammered. Tom stepped around the pair of you to stand in front of you, a pitying smile on his face.

"Oh, darling... it's far too late for that."

He slotted his fingers under your arms before you had the chance to react, wriggling his fingertips into your highest ribs. With a giggly screech, you began thrashing in a failed attempt to both escape Seb's grasp and shake Tom's fingers away from the spaces under your arms.

"OHOKAY! IT WAHAS MY IDEA!" you cried, unable to take it when Seb began scratching at your sides again. Both of them ceased their attack, satisfied with your admission of guilt. Seb released you, and you stumbled a few steps away to put distance between you and your attackers as you rubbed the residual tingles off your sides.

"You gonna go tell the other guys that?" Seb asked warningly.

"Oh, we all knew it was her."

You, Tom, and Seb looked up to see the three prank victims standing at the edge of the set staring at you with self-assured grins on their faces.

"You knew?" you asked incredulously.

"Yep," Robert confirmed. "Figured we'd save ourselves the trouble of coming up with a revenge prank when you got yourself in trouble with Seb."

"And you going on to blame Tom was just an added bonus," Chris added with a smirk. You groaned, face burning under their gazes.

"I will get you guys someday, mark my words," you warned teasingly. Turning to Tom and Seb, you added, "You guys too!"

"Sure that's a good idea?" Seb queried, wiggling his fingers toward you. The heat in your cheeks intensified as you took a step back.

"Not today! Not today! I promise!" you protested. Chuckling, Seb lowered his hands to his sides.

The guys returned to their scene staging, and you took a seat off to the side to await your next scene. You certainly hadn't lost your affinity for pranks, but you did have one thing on your mind:

You couldn't wait to watch the blooper reel.

[sakis-sweets]

Could I possibly request a take on Ayano x Kokona? Fav ship :)

oooh i like this idea!! and i have just the perfect scenario for it, even if it is a bit predictable, LET'S GO

"No, no, NO!" Kokona tugged at her twin drills, staring in despair into her clubroom.

The Drama Club... was completely empty.

"Where is everyone?" she asked herself. "I was really counting on someone to help me with my blocking! I need to have them down by this afternoon or Tsuzuro-senpai will never trust me again!"

Her eyes darted around, desperate. At this point, she was willing to beg the first person she saw... and that's exactly what she did.

"Excuse me!" Kokona reached out and touched the shoulder of a female student walking past the club. "Do you have a second?" The girl turned around and gave Kokona a blank stare. She was briefly put-off by the girl's apathy, but she quickly shook it off. "My name's Kokona Haruka. I'm in class 1-1! What's your name?"

"... Ayano Aishi. Class 2-1."

"Oh, you're a second year!" Kokona blushed a bit. "I'm sorry; maybe I shouldn't ask you this, but..." She took a deep breath. "I really need help right now! I just need someone to run through this scene with me, but none of my other club members are here yet, and I need all the prep time I can get! The leader will kill me if I mess up at today's rehearsal! I promise I'll repay you, so will you please help me...?"

Ayano raised an eyebrow. "Is this how people are recruiting club members now?"

"What?! No, no! I promise, you don't have to join the Drama Club. I just really need help, or I'm toast! Pleeeeeeeease?" Kokona put on the sparkliest puppy-dog eyes she could manage.

Ayano sighed. "Okay, I'll help you."

Kokona's smile stretched her lips as wide as they could go. "Yay! You're the best, Aishi-senpai!" There wasn't a second to waste. Kokona quickly pulled Ayano into the club room and handed her a script. "Just follow what it says here. In this scene, you're playing Akira Seri, a serial killer. I'm your first victim."

Ayano briefly read over the script and looked up at Kokona. "Should I stop after I kill you?"

"No!" Kokona insisted. "I need to make sure I can stay as still as a corpse whileShozu - he's playing Akira - covers up the evidence. The script says that Akira picks up the corpse, too, so I have to practice looking limp without weighing my body down. Is that okay?" Ayano simply nodded. "Great!" Kokona said, clapping her hands. "Just keep the script in your hand and follow the stage directions." Kokona took her place, quickly ran through some warm-ups, and signaled to Ayano that she was ready to begin.

However, they had to restart multiple times. Kokona hadn't expected Ayano to be such a flawless actress. She was so amazing that Kokona regularly forgot to resume the scene; she was so captivated by the breathtaking performance in front of her. Who knew this random upperclassman could be so downright terrifying?

Finally, they reached the part where the serial killer dumped his corpse into an incinerator, which was actually a few chairs that Kokona had lined up. Ayano scooped Kokona into her arms as effortlessly as one might pick up a fork. Kokona's eyes flew open in shock as blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Haruka-san, you're still supposed to be dead."

"O-Oh!" she exclaimed. "Whoopsie! You're right, sorry, it's just that... no one's ever carried me like this before..." Kokona stared up into Ayano's cool gaze. She was playing a serial killer, yet somehow, Kokona felt as if Ayano could defend her from any threat.

"Do you need a moment to get back into character?"

"No, no! I-I'm okay, let me just..." Kokona did her best to resume her position, but the way Ayano was holding her... Kokona's head ended up resting on Ayano's chest. It was warm and soft... but before she knew it, Ayano had unceremoniously dumped her onto the chair. "Ow!" Kokona cried out.

"I'm sorry," Ayano said plainly. "I figured a serial killer wouldn't care about a corpse's comfort."

"N-No, it's fine," Kokona said. "I should have padded the chairs more... I better tell Riku to do that for the inside of the fake incinerator when we build it."

Ayano glanced back at the script that she'd set down on the floor to hold Kokona. "That's the end of the scene. Do you wanna run it again?"

"Yes, please!" Kokona did her best to maintain her composure as they ran through the scene a few more times, and finally managed to perfect her performance as the first character to die in the play.

"Thank you so much, Aishi-senpai!"

"It's no problem."

Kokona beamed, then raised an eyebrow. "I know I said this wasn't a recruitment tactic, but... Aishi-senpai, you're an amazing actress! Why haven't you joined the drama club yet?"

"I'm... undecided," Ayano explained.

"Well, if you decide to put those skills to use, our doors are always open!" Kokona suddenly flinched. "Wait! What time is it?" She glanced up at the clock. "Oh, no! Class starts soon! I'm sorry to hold you up, Aishi-senpai, but we'd better get going! Thank you so much!" Kokona dashed out of the room before she could hear Ayano's response. Her heart was pounding and her face was flushed, but she decided it was because she was running. Definitely not because of the suave upperclassman with a talent for acting. Definitely not...

Meanwhile, Ayano stood alone in the drama clubroom, abandoned. As she stared out the door, a sinister grin crept onto her lips.

"No," she muttered, "Thank you for the informative lesson... Haruka-chan."

[imthefailedartist]

Rambling Thoughts. Spoilers.

Wow it looks like a real movie.

There is proper lighting and cinematography. Wow.

I hate how he's walking through this field.

Amira Vann is a performer.

Should've killed her grandaddy.

Too much narration.

These letters a little too detailed. Show don't tell.

I'm gon be honest, Tyler is the last person on earth who should tackling race.

I know Buster don't think Willie Earl is his child. Sir your colorism and self hatred can't be that severe that you think Bayou is half white. Sir! Open your eyes. He called him HALF BREED! Bruh. Delusional men are pure comedy.

I like that he calls her Lil Anne

Bayou is not it. I just don't think he's worth all the drama. He is boring. He doesn't even write songs. For a movie called A Jazzmans Blues Bayou has no interest in music. He doesn't write songs/music or play an instrument. Paper Airplanes isn't even written by him. He doesn't even really take singing seriously its just something he does.

Ooh he on that stuff.

Bucket better watch who she put her hands on. We know your truth and the only ones who gone help you.

Bayou has no stage presence. I'm not braving the Chicago winters to see a ni**a standing still. Willie Earl on the other hand, stage presence but I hate him so I never want to see him win.

"We don't allow coloreds to sit at our table". Sir that is the kitchen table! That is for the servants to sit and prep it is not the dining room table.

Soon as her momma said that lie Leanne should've blew up their spot. "Okay mama. Okay. Well guess what, we are negroes."

They stopped the car cut it off slammed doors, threw up, swap stories get back in cut the car back on and not once does Willie Earl wake up. Don't do drugs kids.

They never call it heroin. Why? It can't possibly change the rating to call it by name over showing the needle in his arm.

Ira do know he talking to a black man in the Jim Crow Era South?

Ira telling Bayou his survival story to tell him to survive so you can help others.

Me: Ira save that story for someone else. Bayou ain't got that dog in him.

Citsy is great. She needs more story.

This needs a good editing. It needed another script edit. Its much too long and the timeline gets a little jumbled. After Leanne comes back. I have no idea how much time has passed we needed more time with them at 16 & 17. This is where their performances shine. Also we needed them sneaking around more after she returns to see that it wasn't just puppy love taken too seriously.

This heffa bes better hope that baby don't come out chocolate.

Everything happens to Bayou. He is never in charge of his own story. He is very hard to root for. And the one time he makes his own choice it's the dumbest decision ever.

The Debbie Allen did the choreography for this movie and we never get to see it shine.

What is the audience of the Royale? Why are these white folks coming to see what seems like an all or majority Black Revue?

Only nine months have passed since he left?

Did she come to Hattie Mae for comfort and familiarity or because she was scared that baby was gon come out dark.

You can't take your aunty some money to make sure she is able to live and feed herself? Ni**a kill yourself.

How you the headliner but your brother, high out of his mind has more stage presence than you?

Bayou joins the military but it has no effect on his character. It doesn't make him braver or stronger or more sensitive. He just joins and immediately gets out.

Ira wasn't on heroin? Then what the hell was wrong with him? Heat stroke?

I think he's getting darker. She says about a baby the color of alabaster.

Baby the color of fresh fallen snow in Alaska, freshly painted apartment walls, unseasoned mashed potatoes, the color of the crowd at a Train concert

His momma: is he getting darker?

Ira saw him perform and thought he was the star compared to Willie Earl? Absolutely not. Now if it was that he had that sweet, innocent charm that would stretch across to white markets I could believe it but it wasn't so it's unbelievable.

Look I'm all for resilience in the face of adversity but as Tyler Perry himself once said. If you can't get peace where you are, MOVE. Hattie pack your shit and go.

How you mad cause you let heroin get in the way of you auditioning?

Being a woman is dangerous business. This man would rather kill her than just admit she couldn't stand The South. Imagine if he found out she was Black? He'd of killed her and the baby. Imagine if that baby came out brown. They'd have burned the city down.

Her mom's crazy for bringing them back to the South. That's the one place where black folks are in abundance. Passing is easiest when you isolate. That's what's missing from this story. The husband and sheriff are never suspicious.

This movie is too long to cut that out. We should've seen more of her life with her husband and bonding with Citsy.

So she's a quarter or a half? What is her mama?

Bayou is a fool. Not a fool, a damn fool. Why the hell would you go back to Georgia?

Willie Earl ain't shit.

Yeah, Bayou is not worth all this. Neither is Leanne.

There should've been more cuts to the eighties.

See you gotta be careful who you have ya kids around. How you 50-75% percent Negro and racist.

Tyler really put effort into this movie. The sets fell and look real.

Someone said Leanne aged like a yt woman and said that was her punishment? Y'all!!! I laughed.

Did Hattie give him the letters because he's her grand baby and she's tired of his racist bullshit or because she was serious about the investigation?

I did not need the nurse pointing out who he was.

The credit version of Paper Airplanes is really beautiful.

[camouflagedlove]

steddie & ronance theatre and tech theatre au

Steve joined tech theatre because he needed another credit and quickly became incredibly passionate about it. it was incredibly out of character for him at the time and most people don't even realize he's in tech. Robin is in tech by choice but doesn't care as much as Steve. Nancy and Eddie are both in theatre and they get cast as the leads every performance without fail. A lot of people assume they are involved but they are deeply not attracted to each other. during rehearsals Steve is always suspiciously enthralled in the show despite having seen it more than 10 times now. Robin calls him out and he claims he's just doing his job but she notices 'his job' sure looks a lot like ogling the lead actor, Eddie, every second he's onstage. opening night comes and, as always, Nancy arrives 20 minutes early and Eddie arrives 10 minutes late. Steve has the job of keeping everyone in line and on time which mostly means yelling at Eddie in the boys bathroom.

"stop hotboxing the bathroom and get ready!"

"Stevie, sweetheart, I can't hotbox this huge bathroom all by my lonesome!"

Eddie smokes an ungodly amount before every show and calls it his 'pre-show warm up.'

Nancy's own warm up is reciting the entirety of the script while perched on the girls bathroom counter tops. Eddie doesn't start getting ready until 5 minutes till curtain despite Steve's constant harassment to do otherwise.

Nonetheless, he's ready and strutting out of the bathroom exactly 2 minutes before curtain. Steve remains astounded. Robin spends most of her time before the show with Nancy because it's impossible to catch Steve for more than 5 seconds at a time. She helps Nancy rehearse while sitting on the bathroom floor.

"you can sit next to me that floor is filthy."

"um I'm ok, thanks!"

as it gets closer to curtain the two of them just talk in the halls but the minute it's time for places Nancy excuses herself and snaps into character. it's a little terrifying but Robin has the biggest heart eyes knowing she's about to outperform everyone on stage. Steve gets ready to head to the booth and Eddie stops him, patting him on the chest, "have a good show, big boy! don't forget to pay attention this time!" Eddie winks and heads to his mark while Steve blushes and heads to his chair. Eddie and Nancy do amazing. Steve is incredibly confused about Eddie's acting ability because he knows for a fact he's high and spends every second in the wings scrolling through his shitload of snapchat messages. (everyone has their guesses as to why he has so many.) During a break between her scenes Nancy is standing next to Robin fixing her mic when she casually asks, "you wanna go out sometime? get coffee or something?" Robin nearly drops her cue sheet and in her struggle to catch it she bumps into at least 2 people. "Really?!"

"yeah, of course! you're fun! like that one time you stole all that stuff from the costume closet?"

"it was hardly stealing, we never even use it anymore and besides it fit perfectly with my wardrobe and-" Nancy is staring expectantly.

"oh, right! yeah I'd love to go out sometime!"

"perfect!" Nancy says and walks right back onto stage already in character once again. the show is done and considering it's a high school production and the lead was stoned it went really well. Steve makes his way backstage and the moment he catches Eddie's eye the man struts up to him.

"hey, Eddie! you did amazing, I don't know how you do it-" he's cut off by eddie grabbing his collar and smashing their lips together in a short but amazing kiss.

Steve stumbles back once it's done, he's still a little lost.

"alright, I have to take this makeup off it's itching like a bitch. see you after, right princess?" Steve just nods aware that the other class members are staring at them in mixtures of confusion and relief.

(posted this originally in a thread on Twitter but people like to ignore me there)

[cl0wnmama]

Take me away

Warning! Violence and abuse

Cesar's POV-

Today was the day, I get to visit my darling friend! Maximilian, he was such a treat to be around, it's refreshing to have someone who truly understands you, I mean I love my other friends, Spencer and Peter but..they are different, they watch me perform not join me, it can be boring

"Master I'm sorry.. please"

Butler? I turn around a corner to see Ivan towering over the small porcelain doll, an broken tea cup as under their feet "useless! Why must you be so useless!?" He was about to hit him!

I rushed over to them and grabbed my brother's hand before he can even lay a hit, he looked a me in a intense glare

"Cesar unhand me"

"I will, unless you don't hit your Butler, you're being selfish! You're being just like father!" I shouted

Smack

I fell to the ground letting go of his hand, Ivan hit me with his other hand, he was fuming

"Watch yourself, do not forget who I am, I'm the oldest! I'm in charge you are merely an shadow under me! You are nothing, now. get. out. of. my. sight!

He turned away as Butler followed behind, looking at me, I gave him a small smile.

I wanted to cry, he does this me all the time when I point out his awful behavior... I hate it..my must greed take away my brother! WHY WHY WHY!

Tears fall from my eyes, as I gotten up, I quickly wipe them, Maximilian needs me.. I can be unhappy in front of him.. he'll think I'm pathetic too.

I walked down the hall and open the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, and going through the portal.

I smell the fresh air, as I walked to the entrance, I when inside, I quickly ran to the stage, please be here I repeated in my head

I saw him, the stage illuminated under him, he looked..nice.. I smiled

"Maxi!" I called out for him, he turned to look at me, his red eyes looked at me

Maximilian smile brightly and he walked down the stage to basically lift me off the ground, and spin me

"Cesar!! I'm so happy you're here!! I have everything planned, look look!" He excitedly handed me the script, it was an romantic, he loved writing those, but it took an unexpected turn and both the lovers die, turning into a tree where there souls intertwined forever, truly beautiful script.

"Oh Maximilian, it's wonderful, I'm already suspecting you have our amazing actors?"

"Yep, you and me! Richard is being the evil sorcerer"

"Uh? This is new Maxi but alright I like change" I say happily, I was feeling nervous however.. I actually never played a main role in a romantic play before.

Despite that I sucked in a breath and followed Maximilian to the stage.

We got in costumes, I wore a beautiful rose gold pattern dress shirt matched with an dark pink corset, also black dress pants and black heeled boots, last thing was an rose in my hair.

I walked out feeling fabulous! Maximilian cleared his throat as I turned around

He was wear an royal purple that had an golden vine vest, under was a white dress shirt, he wore matching purple pants, and golden boots and to tie everything together, and beautiful golden coward.

He stared at me for quite a while, I smile at him, and waved at him, trying to get his attention "why~ hello my good Juliet" he flirted

Typical Maximilian, can't get away from him without at least one flirty remark

I chuckled "and to you as well my dear Romeo, are you set on those names?"

"Not ready, I thought of something more magical, like Celeste and Magus" pointing to me for 'Celeste' then himself for 'Magus'

I nodded, loved those names, suited the story very well

"Well let's get to practicing while Richard is away hm?" I suggest as I quickly walked on stage, I was so ready!

As everyone was set in motion,

It starts

"Oh my darling,why must you come here? You know our love will only kill us in the end!" 'Celeste' says as looking at 'Magus'shocked and despair

"I know this, but a world without you is a world I cannot live in! I dream about you, you never leave my mind, because I love you to dearly to let you go" said 'Magus' as he reach for his lovers touch

'Celeste' look at his lover in the eyes, he cannot say no.. he embrace it, looking at 'Magus'

'Magus'touch his face..

My eyes widen as I flinched hard, and felt scared of on sudden, I'm sorry I didn't mean it, don't hit

"Cesar? That wasn't apart of the script" Called out Maximilian, he was slightly irritated, he known to be an harass.. no please no Ivan I'm sorry

"Cesar?.." he called out more worried this time

I realized my eyes were flowing with tears, as I looked at him "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Maxi.." I apologize to him

"What's going on Cesar? You never like this, does this make you uncomfortable?" Asked Maximilian, which surprised me a lot, this is kinda out of character for him..

"I'm fine"

"No you're not"

He can see right through me

"Please tell me.."

He said gently

I can't take it, I hug him, and cried into him "I-It's just when I was coming here, Ivan was angry with someone and I stopped him from hurting him, he's acting just like father! He hit me! Where you touch me that's where! Oh Maximilian I don't wanna go back, please take me away!" I cried as I felt Maximilian hold me, caressing my back

"Oh Cesar.. my darling, you are safe with me, I will not let him touch you again" Maximilian whispered to me, I felt calm

"You really mean that?" I say looking at him

He smiled and nods "why of course"

I don't wanna pull away from this warm embrace,it felt so safe

"Now let's take a break, and have some wine, I know how much you like that!" Said Maximilian

I nod happily as I wiped my teary face

As we walk side by side to the wine pantry.

[kookie-doughs]

Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 29: Tested

As you sat in the middle of Kenma's sprawled leg, you two cuddled with controllers at hand.

A year at most had passed since the release of Puri Puri Magika: Lost Magic™ and things happened.

Of course PPM recieved a lot of rewards and the hype of the game still hasn't died which surprised you. A multi-player version was also released after 5 months.

You had publish and completed 2 Manga and have a new one on going. Your Manga recieved an anime adaptation which made you proud.

Kenma had won awards as well. Not that we'd go into that🙄. He also 'forced' you to move in so he could make sure you're living healthy and not staying up for a week finishing your script. He also dedicated a day where he streams with you, so you could rest.

You both usually used your time playing games that were on top charts. And among all the games only 1 game almost topped PPM.

The game Kenma had asked Sakujo to make. They publicly released it as a dating simulator, which you could either end up with Kenma or you.

"You idiot! Just fucking die already!!" You screeched as you button mashed.

Right now you were playing Street fighter to match with Kenma's retro theme of the month.

"You suck at this."

"Shut the fuck up! How do I do Kamehameha?!!!??"

Kenma sighed, "It's not called Kamehameha idiot. It's called-" He didn't need to finish his sentence when his character finished you off with a yell of "Hadouken!"

You looked at how your character lost and clenched you jaw.

"You suck!!!! You're a cheater!!!! I hate this let's play something else!!!!!" You screamed.

Kenma frowned at how loud your were but obliged. He checked the comments to see which games they were recommending.

"Let's play th---" He was cut off when the door slammed open outside.

The two of you looked at each other.

"Y/N!!! BABEEEEE!!!!" You heard your Soulmate yell at the living room.

"AHHH! Kuroo!!!!" You hopped off Kenma and ran to the door.

Kenma wouldn't agree but according to the comments, Kenma gave a horrified and broken look the moment you jumped off.

"This idiot." He grumbled and followed you as fast as he could not bothering with his stream.

He saw how you and Kuroo approached each other in slow mo, skipping to each other. So Kenma had no trouble grabbing you by the hood of your hoodie and frowned at Kuroo only to see Alisa holding Kuroo in a choke hold.

"Hey Kenma!" Alisa smiled.

The blond nodded and dragged you behind him.

"Alisaaaaa! Kenmaaaa!!!! You can't split away soulmates!! Let us goo!!!" You and Kuroo struggled from their hold.

Managing to free a hand you both tried to reach out to each other, only for Alisa to choke Kuroo harder killing the poor man.

"I came to borrow YN~" Alisa sang looking at Kenma.

"If she's going be like this, you can have her."

"Swap her with Kuroo?"

"Why the fuck would I want Kuroo?"

"Well I can't have both of them! Do you seriously want them arrested? Again?"

Kenma groaned at sighed. He let Alisa drag you to your closet and he was stuck with Kuroo.

After you got prepared to go out you gave Kenma a kiss and tried to do it Kuroo as well but the demonic aura of the two scared you both so you decided against it and went out.

Unbeknownst to you the two male had a talk about something. Unfortunately unbeknownst to them, the stream was still active...

Alisa dragged you from shop to shop. Buying this and that.

After what seemed to be 3 hours you and Alisa went to a food court.

To your surprise you saw Keiji, Tenma and Yamaguchi together.

"Y/N! Alisa!" Satori greeted.

"What are you guys doing here?" You asked shocked.

"Well we wanted to hang out and Alisa said you were with her so we went here." Tenma grinned.

"Satori dragged me with him." Akaashi said.

They all joined you and then conversation just flowed perfectly. You talked about this and that while eating.

You'd check on your phone hoping to see a message from Kenma but you got none.

"You keep checking your phone, want us gone that bad?" Satori frowned.

"N-No! I was just checking if Kenma left a message."

"Did he?"

"Nope. I kinda wanna go home now."

"Oh my god what if he's cheating on you?" Satori gasped. Which earned him a hit from Alisa and Akaashi.

"As if that hermit could get anyone else. Especially with Kuroo following him. My Soulmate would make girls pass out before they could even glance at Kenma."

"I don't understand why YN loves Kuroo more than Kenma." Yamaguchi laughed nervously.

"Alisa prefers Kenma. Kuroo prefers YN. Kenma hates everyone." Akaashi pointed out.

"If Alisa would let me I wouldn't mind being a third."

"One thing we agreed on is never put you and Kuroo together and unsupervised. So no I don't think so."

"When did you learn that?" Tenma asked.

"After the two got arrested." Akaashi answered.

"Huh?"

"It was at a train. Something... Explicit happened." Alisa sighed remembering what happened.

"H-Huh?"

"YN went on her knees on a train. They didn't actually do anything, just suggested the thought but I guess it was enough to get them arrested." Akaashi explained.

"That's where the KenYN break up came in."

"I'm surprised Kenma and Alisa are still dating you and Kuroo at this point."

"I know right?" Alisa cringed. "Anyway we should continue our shopping spree."

You all stood up and roamed around for another hour or two until Alisa got a message.

"We should go home. Kuroo just texted me. You guys wanna come with?"

They all shrugged and said they'll meet you at your place.

When you got home you got home you laughed seeing how messy your place was. It was like there's a con going on at your house.

Everyone in it was Cosplaying as some game character. There were people you didn't quite know who.

"Y/N!!!!" Kuroo came barelling towards you in his Luigi costume with Mario right behind him.

"Ahh! Where's Akaashi?!" Mario, who turned out to be Bokuto, asked.

Alisa stepped in front of you before Kuroo got to you and turned to Bokuto. "He's on his way. He probably changed clothes."

"What's happening? Why is everyone dressed up?"

Kenma came out of the room with his Overwatch cosplay. You told your friends you were going to Kenma and went over.

"Well hello there. What's up with everything?"

"Do you not know what today is?" Kenma asked.

"Oh fuck, is it our anniversary?"

You and Kenma just looked at each. You fucked up.

"You don't know when that is?"

"P-psh. Of course I-I know!

Kenma flicked your forehead and walked away after saying, "Get dressed. Choose whatever you want."

And now he's upset at you. You felt guilty about forgetting what today was.

Luckily you and Kenma often Cosplay during stream so you had spares. You decided to go as Graves from League of Legends with face beard and all.

Everyone was looking at you when you got out of the room which made you feel anxious.

Was this party for you and you forgot about it? It wasn't Kenma's birthday that's for sure. What could it have been?

Alisa came to you in a KDA Akali Cosplay that you assume Kenma lent her.

"Oh my god the photos are gonna be so great."

"I think Kenma's mad at me..." You mumbled.

"When is he not?"

"I don't know what today is..."

"Just- it'll come to you sooner or later."

You frowned as you scanned the room for your man. You saw Akaashi in a Kingdom Hearts Cosplay, Satori and Wakatoshi in a Tomb Raider costume. Hinata and Kageyama in Danganronpa. Link, who is Atsumu, clinging to Skull Kid. Sakujo and his husband wearimg you and Kenma's character in PPM.

But you found no one in an Overwatch costume.

"Excuse me..." You heard from the front. It was Kuroo, Bokuto and Kenma on an improvised stage.

"I'm sure everyone here knows what's going on right?" Kenma said exaggerating on the word everyone.

"Today, to continue our celebration we will be having a treasure hunt! The treasures you're looking for are in a form of a game loot box of various game style."

"There are a total of 21 loot boxes around town. One of them empty. You are to bring the loot box unopened here and you'll claim the prize of whatever it is in it. You could either come home empty handed or 100k courtesy to our dear host."

"The clues to the boxes are cut evenly to all the players. All the players will have 1 clue. Each players could only get one loot box and it has to correspond to your clue. Come up and get your clue!"

With that, Bokuto brought out a box with a hole on top. Everyone went on stage and got their clue. You were the last to get the clue so you were excited.

The thought of at least 45 adults in Cosplay running around town looking for boxes humored you. So you excitedly looked at your clue.

What made today special.

You froze. It was as if they were doing this in purpose. You had no idea what today was, and of course you had to get the clue asking for what today was.

You looked at Kenma and he gave you a look. Did he know which clue you got, and is disappointed you didn't know what it was?

You took a deep breath and went over to Kenma. "I-I'll win! I know it."

Kenma nodded. "That'll be one less 100k. Do win."

"Ready???" Kuroo called everyone.

"Go!" Bokuto yelled and everyone went out.

Eyes were on us with a bunch of adults wearing Cosplay coming out of a room. Some recognized people it made you realize everyone running right now was a pretty big deal in entertainment industry or related to someone. No one recognized you though. Bless your fake beard.

You ran to wherever you could think of. Enix, Jump, your place. But you saw nothing. Then you thought of the party.

The party wasn't a year ago from today but it was the only one you could think of.

You ran you were just so tired. After all you've been running for hours. And when you got there.

It was empty.

It broke your heart. You couldn't remember what today was. You failed Kenma.

You just gave up. You needed Kenma's comfort, but you were afraid you won't get it since you failed.

You sadly made your way back to you place. Tears threatening to fall. You were disappointed in yourself.

"Y/N." You heard someone call. You lifted your head to see Kenma.

The tears fell. "Kenma... I could find the box..."

Everyone was already back, and was looking out.

"I-I looked everywhere and I-I just couldn't find it..." A soft sob escaped your lips. And you looked down.

"Y/N."

"I-I don't remember what today is..."

"Y/N look at me." Kenma called.

You lifted your head and saw that Kenma was on his knees. Your eyes widened.

"H-Huh...?"

He brought out a Overwatch loot box from his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Today... Was the day when it all started. The day you showed up in my steps with a stupid flash drive..." He laughed weakly.

You blinked confused of what's happening.

"The day I saw, was the most important day for me. It was the day... The day I noticed you. I really hate you back then. You were so annoying, you still are. You're so persistent. So loud. You ruined my stream. And you kept bothering me. "

"Now you're just insulting me..." You laughed sadly.

"I-I... Look... I love you. I love you YN LN." And looked at the box, "Do you want to know what box you got?"

"Uh-Hm..."

When you opened the box there was a ring.

"Marry me."

You took the box from him and laughed. "You are such a nerd!" Wrapping your arms around him and gave him a kiss.

The crowd hollered and awed at you two. Chanting "Answer him!" and "Say yes!"

When you two parted you rested your forehead against his.

"I love you so much Kenma. I'd love to spend an eternity stuck with your stupid nerdy ass."

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This was the last chapter!!! Thank you very much for sticking with it!!!!

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paring: movie-star!ransom x actress!fem-reader

word count: 1.5k+

summary: she doesn't like that anyone would die to feel his touch because she wants to be his gold rush.

WARNINGS: drinking, fluff-ish

The sound of champagne flutes clinking paired with indiscernible conversations and laughter floated around the room while she mingled. While discussions with castmates, crew workers, writers, and reputable directors flowed, her feet were getting achier, and a mild tension headache was building from her temples. Taking a deep breath, she excused herself from an animated conversation about the latest Hollywood affair and its politics alongside the movie release starring the couple. On a good day, she would have entertained the conversation while politely attempting to steer it in a different direction, but today wasn't one of those days, the champagne was too sweet, borderline frat party punch, and the air was too stuffy. Placing her fourth empty glass on a server's tray, she slinked out of the room to the nearest balcony.

Cool night air caressed her bare shoulders and combed through her loose hair as her eyes swept the yellow-hued illuminated city. In the serene moment, she felt the adrenaline of many months of shooting seep out of her and trickle back into the party, where it belonged. This wasn't her scene; it wasn't anyone's scene. Despite the excitement radiating from every person's hand that she shook in that room, she felt the exhaustion of the castmates from early shoots, the crew workers from setting up and cleaning up after hours every day, the writers from putting their hearts in their hand and their pens to paper, and the directors who made sure every word of the script was done justice on the big screen.

A flurry of camera shutter sounds and eager photographers shouting brought her out of her trance. She peered over the edge of the balcony and observed the scene unfolding at the entrance. One look at the sleek black BMW, and she knew who the chauffeur would reveal when he opened the door. Glancing back at the party, she sighed knowing the level of schmoozing in the joint was going to increase once the man in the car stepped in rapidly. Stubbornly she refused to step back in and be a part of the atmosphere that would exponentially boost his ego. The chatter swelled from below the balcony, and against her better judgment, she glanced over.

Even at over an hour late, photographers looked at Hugh Ransom Drysdale like he was the answer to all their editorial wishes. Fitted in a deep maroon Dolce and Gabbana tux with material that looked like mohair and leather dress shoes embossed with the double Gucci G's on the sides, he faced the left, favoring the right side of his face and aimed a smirk at the largest camera of the bunch.

Taking a few steps down the red carpet, he ran a hand through his perfectly quaffed hair, leaving a single strand to linger over his temple while the rest fell right back into place. How he managed to look sleek and expensive while maintaining a grounded "I just woke up like this" vibe was beyond her, but she would never say that to his Adonis-like face.

A chorus of, "Thank you, Ransom", rang across the rope line as he reached the end of the carpet. With a quick eyebrow flicker and a cocky half-grin, he acknowledged the crowd and headed inside. She scoffed and ran a hand through her hair, huffing irritably as the front strands fell awkwardly into her face and not elegantly like Ransom's. A drink sounded good right about now, but if she went in, she'd have to face the music that was Ransom's siren song, ignoring the possible repercussions she made her decision.

Slipping back into the room, she walked the perimeter of the room, hoping to avoid getting sucked into a conversation on her way to the open bar.

"Can I get a to-go cup full of the Pinot Noir?" The bartender raised his eyebrows in mild concern at the strange order but moved to grab the wine and a paper cup.

"Would you like ice in this?" He snarkily quipped as if to imply that someone who was unsophisticated enough to order wine in a to-go cup wouldn't know that ice diluted the full-bodied notes of the wine.

"Is that the Belle Glos Pinot Noir from the Russian River Valley because in that case, I would-"

"No, she won't have ice in that. Pour it into a glass for me, will you? And you, what are you doing ordering red wine in a to-go cup like some kind of broke alcoholic college student?" Ransom smiled smugly at her like he just saved her from a career-ending scandal. She glared up at him, accidentally making direct eye contact with his stupidly pretty ocean eyes. She let her eyes trace his clean-shaven jaw down to his disgustingly broad shoulders. How the hell could someone look so broad in a blazer? He chuckled knowingly as she "discreetly" checked him out.

"Are you done yet?" She wanted so badly to wipe that smug look off his face. Ransom Drysdale not looking smug was nearly impossible. She remembers the time he took one too many steps back and fell into the pool, shirt, jeans, shoes, and all, and didn't look the least bit embarrassed, whereas she fled the scene out of second-hand embarrassment.

Looking him dead in the eye, "Put the wine back in the cup, with ice, please." Narrowing her eyes, she shoved a finger against his chest, "My wine, my choice." She could tell from the way his jaw clenched he was getting irritated with her bit.

"Darling, you don't know-"

"Ah, there you are, Ransom. Have I introduced you to my wife Mrs. Edwards?" The older lady grasped Ransom's hand that he'd robotically stuck out as he's been conditioned to greet people at such large gatherings with both of her hands and tugged him towards her, placing obnoxiously loud air kisses on either side of his face.

From her angle perched on the barstool, she could spy the grimace on Ransom’s face as the lady gushed in a thick British accent about his latest film and how captivated she was by the chemistry he had with his costar.

“You didn’t tell me your wife was so charming. I might have to steal her after this”, Ransom stage-whispered to the director. Mrs. Edwards let out a raucous laugh and placed her hand on Ransom’s bicep while he joined in her laughter with deep chuckles of his own.

“Ransom was an absolute pleasure to work with on this film and so was his costar-” As if on cue, there was an audible sound of someone chewing ice behind them. The director and his wife turned around at the sound to find, said costar sheepishly grinning at them while holding a styrofoam cup in her hand. She placed the cup on the bar, stood up, and straightened her dress to appear somewhat professional and held out a hand to Mrs. Edwards.

But before she could introduce herself, Mrs. Edwards cut in, “Is that wine in a take-out cup? That reminds me of my college days, such good times. Especially because I met this one.” Mrs. Edwards giggled and gently bumped her husband’s shoulder. “You’re absolutely adorable, sweetie.” She politely smiled at the director’s wife and started a conversation with her about behind the scenes on set and all the little quirks her husband had while he was directing. While Mrs. Edwards was speaking about a trip she’d taken to Australia with her husband where he nearly lost a limb near the dingo enclosure, she felt a warm hand placed on the small of her back. She side-eyed Ransom only to find that he had been inconspicuously tugging her into his side during the conversation, she was practically standing with her back pressed against his chest.

Mr. Edwards checked his watch before wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist. “We should go now. We only planned on dropping by for a couple minutes but then I saw my boy Ransom and just had to stop by and say hi. Also, we have a dinner in a week to discuss the possibility of a sequel.”

“Oh look at them. They’re practically cuddling.” Mrs. Edwards pointed out to her husband.

“I simply can’t help not being close to her. It’s like muscle memory from our days on set.” Ransom smoothly responded as he ran his hand up and down her back in soothing motions. Mrs. Edwards smiled knowingly and reached over to interlace her fingers with her husbands. Another round of air kisses and the Edwards left the premise.

She turned on Ransom as soon as they left, furious. “I’m not a prop for you to earn some brownie points with.”

He poked her chest lightly with his index finger and leaned down, brushing her nose with his. “It’s good press for the movie, sweetheart. Don’t get ahead of yourself. See you at the dinner.” He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, finger softly caressing the side of her cheek. Her eyes reflexively fluttered shut as she leaned into his exuding warmth.

The air suddenly turned cold and when she opened her eyes, he was already being whisked off to another conversation leaving her with nothing but a styrofoam cup in one hand and the dizzying scent of his woodsy cologne dancing around her.

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a/n: this is probably gonna be a three part series bc that's how i planned it but since when do i adhere to my plans. hope you enjoyed! :)