#( ftf; ryan. )

[saintshivann]

i recently watched "what happens later" meg ryan's romcom with david duchovny where theyre like two ex-lovers that got stranded in an airport overnight because of a snow storm... and i cant help thinking about middle aged mulder and scully reuniting exactly like this after scully went to utah post ftf

LIKE CAN U GUYS IMAGINE THE ANGST AND YEARNING? I DO

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday: Movie Night!

A side version of FTF that's hosted and presented much like Death Battle, where two characters I like give an overview of the combatants and I provide you with a fully written fight scene.

This Week's Fighters...

The Distortion vs SCP-106

As Presented By:

Wiz and Boomstick!

Rules and Conditions:

No Restrictions

Introduction:

Boomstick: Michael Shelley, the archival assistant of The Magnus Archives who turned into the monsterous Avatar of the Spiral known as the Distortion.

Wiz: And Dr. Robert Scranton, the once brilliant scientist of the SCP Foundation who became one of the very same monsters he helped to contain, SCP-106.

Wiz: There are countless organizations in fiction dedicated to studying, containing, and archiving the supernatural. But in this profession, one must always be careful to not become the very thing you research.

Boomstick: Like these two former humans. Once dorky researchers who, after a quick trip to a hellish pocket reality, became some of the nastiest nightmares their institutes would have encounter.

Boomstick: He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick!

Wiz: And we'll be analyzing their weapons, powers, and skills to find out who would win... A Death Battle!

Analysis: "Michael"

Wiz: Fear. One of the main motivators of the human mind. It's the emotion that keeps us safe, contextualizes the dangerous world around us-

Boomstick: And, sometimes helps us to feed the Eldritch fear gods that govern our reality!

Wiz: Such is the case in the world of The Magnus Archives. In a world where all our fears literally come to life and the supernatural is provably real and dangerous, it would make sense for there to be an institute dedicated to cataloging and studying it. Such is the goal of the Magnus Institute, which Archives people's encounters with the supernatural in order to better understand the phenomenon. You go to the Institute, let the Head Archivist record your statement... and then that's it. You go home.

Boomstick: Boring. For one Head Archivist in particular, studying the supernatural and listening to people's problems all day wasn't enough. She had to make these bastards pay for every broken sob story that came to her. The myth, the legend, the Archivist, Gertrude Robinson.

Wiz: That might sound like the name of someone's eighty year old grandmother, but in the supernatural community, Gertrude Robinson was a bogeyman's nightmare. She's saved the world countless times, personally killed all manner of superhuman monsters, and has resisted the pull of several gods of fear trying to claim her soul.

Boomstick: She's like if John Wick and Doomguy fused into an angry librarian. The god of fire and pain killed her cat and she's never stopped making the supernatural community pay for it. This is the woman who, when confronted by a man made of candle wax, fire, and human misery that wanted to burn her alive, did something so indescribably awful to him that it terrified all of his cultist buddies. No wonder the entire supernatural community was terrified of her. No one who touches Mr. Whiskers shall live.

Wiz: And then there was her assistant, Michael Shelley. Joining up with the Magnus Institute to investigate the disappearance of his childhood friend Ryan, Michael was deliberately kept in the dark about the Institute's inner workings by both his fellow assistants and Gertrude herself. This resulted in a naive, timid assistant whom Gertrude could freely use as a disposable pawn.

Boomstick: Case in point, when Gertrude caught wind of yet another ritual to end the world, she took Michael with her to Sannikov Land for "protection". Sannikov Land, for reference, does not exist. They were there. They walked around on the island. But it doesn't exist. Don't.... don't question it. Things are gonna get real mindfucky real quick.

Wiz: At the place that doesn't exist, they found the ritual being conducted by The Distortion. An eldritch being as old as time itself that is both a massive pocket reality and the physical embodiment of delusion. The Throat of Delusion Incarnate, as its called, was attempting to summon its master, The Spiral, into reality, to conquer the world and condemn mankind to an eternity of madness. So, Gertrude interrupted the ritual... by tricking Michael into feeding himself to The Distortion.

Boomstick: That's cold, Wiz. Now with a bad case on indigestion, the ritual fell apart and the Distortion fell in on itself. Once Michael found the center of The Distortion, everything fell apart, and the thing that emerged from the remains wasn't like either of them. It wasn't Michael Shelley or The Distortion. Not really. It was just... Michael.

Wiz: Michael emerged as an Avatar of The Spiral. Let me explain. Avatars are physical beings, be they animal or human, who have been touched and permanently altered by one of the Fourteen Fears that rule over reality. Basically, there's Fourteen different Fear gods who each embodie a specific school of fear. These fears manifest in all sentient things, both humans and animals, and new Fears can manifest as more things become feared. The End is the Fear of Death, for example, and the Eye is the Fear of being watched.

Boomstick: Me personally, I've always leaned towards The Slaughter. It appreciates my directness with guns and explosives.

Wiz: The fear of war and random violence? Please. An intelligent man like myself much prefers the patronage of The Web. The fear of manipulation, loss of control, and centuries old plans. The ideal ally for any aspiring supervillain out for world domination.

Boomstick: Ugh. Spiders? Really? I would've at least assumed the Eye given your browser history.

Wiz: Hey, I'm a scientist, not a voyeur!

*The screen behind them crackles and Jocelyn appears on it.*

Jocelyn: Desolation all the way!

Boomstick: Ugh. Should've guessed she'd go for the arsonist edgelords....

Wiz: Anyways! The Spiral in particular is the Fear of madness, delusion, gaslighting, and paranoia. In order to survive, the thing now calling itself Michael had to spread and feed on this fear in its victims. This the curse of being an Avatar.

Boomstick: "Thing" is the right description for it. He's freakishly tall now at over six feet. All the bones in his body got relocated into his hands! And that laughter gives me a headache...

Wiz: Yeah, the Michael "body" isn't so much a physical thing as it is a.... concept. That's why it can reach right through a person's shoulder and pull out a worm an inch thick with surgical precision, without even breaking the skin. Michael doesn't even think of itself as a person, it's just a.... "hand" to something much, much bigger.

Boomstick: That "something bigger" would be its stomach, if you would. The pocket reality that used to be the Distortion's only body can be accessed with a door that Michael manifests. The door is the mouth and the corridors behind it are the stomach.

Wiz: And you're not getting out of there once you're in there. The corridors are a literally endless, illogical maze of twisting hallways and rooms. Corridors that spiral in on right turns forever and mirrors the break to reveal more hallways. It's a giant intestinal track that drives you further into madness the longer you're in it that the Distortion itself can reshape and manipulate freely. And if you're in there for too long.

Boomstick: Poof! All gone! Completely digested like you never even existed. The only way you're leaving alive is if Michael lets you out.

Wiz: And if you thought you were safe just by avoiding the door, think again.

Boomstick: Those freaky fingers of his can turn into razor sharp claws in an instant and Michael can fuck with your sense of reality. Causing hallucinations, inducing insomnia, and making you think that you don't even exist! If you don't go through the door yourself in all the chaos, Michael will drag you in kicking and screaming!

Wiz: Even with his penchant for gaslighting and manipulation, Michael is one of the most powerful Avatars out there. The Distortion is capable of easily killing Jonathan Sims even as late as Season 4, at which point he's capable of completely erasing people from existence.

Boomstick: Feats performed by Helen-Distortion and Michael-Distortion should carry over to each other. They have the exact same powers and... are, kinda, the same thing. But we'll get to that.

Wiz: The Distortion is capable of entraping, and likely digesting, Manuela Dominguez, a powerful Avatar of the Dark. Dark Avatars of a similar caliber, such as the Still and Lightless Beast and Maxwell Rayner, are shown to be capable of killing Avatars of the Hunt.

Boomstick: And those guys hunt their fellow Avatars for fun all the time. So killing one of them, nevermind ripping one apart like these guys can, is a big deal.

Wiz: We've got a bit of a scaling chain here, so buckle in. Avatars of the Hunt are described as being one of the few beings capable of threatening and killing an Avatar of the End. This would make them stronger than Avatars of the Desolation, who csn completely reduce human beings to nothing but charred skeletons.

Boomstick: That takes exactly 60,187 grams of TNT to do! That's why I carry exactly 60,187 grams of TNT on my person at all times. Just. In. Case.

Source:

Wiz: And The Distortion is several times more powerful than than that. Basically, Desolation Avatars can output that much energy, Hunt Avatars are stronger than them, Maxwell Rayner's group can rip them apart with ease, and The Distortion can digest them with ease. That's a hell of a scaling chain back him.

Boomstick: And that's with the superhuman speed Avatars already have. Like Oliver Banks, who can react to a satellite falling at 200 mph. That's 89.408 meters per second! And that's before Oliver was even a full Avatar yet. Imagine what the Distortion could do!

Wiz: Yet, for all the Distortion's incomprehensible power, it was still shackled to the identity of Michael, whose human emotions conflicted with his status as an eldritch horror.

Boomstick: Michael really wanted revenge on Gertrude for killing him, but she was a bit too... dead, for that. So he went after the current Head Archivist instead, Jonathan Sims.

Wiz: But, Michael also wanted Jon to know exactly why he was being killed, which conflicted with his new nature as a creature of madness and fear. So the Distortion rectified the contradiction by deleting Michael abd replacing him with one of its victims, Helen Richardson, as the human part of its personality. Making Michael completely disposable to both the people he's "worked" for.

Boomstick: And the worst part is that Michael didn't even have to in the first place. The Distortion's ritual wouldn't have worked even without feeding Michael to it, because the Fears are all interconnected to the point that they can't enter reality without bringing the rest with them. Making both of Michael's deaths utterly pointless.

Wiz: Poor disposable Michael. Both his lives and both his deaths were cruel jokes told by a god of fear, madness, and lies.

End clip:

Analysis: The Old Man

Wiz: Cryptids living among us. Ghosts and monsters haunting our dreams from just out of sight. Eldritch terrors that the wider world does not and should not know about. It's common in fiction for there to be a hidden world of magic and monsters coexisting with our own, just out of sight, and every story has its own explanation for why the general public is completely unaware.

Boomstick: That's where these guys come in. The SCP Foundation! Secure. Contain. Protect. Tasked with hiding the supernatural and preserving normality by containing the anomalous, this secret organization employees scientific geniuses from all over the world to protect humanity in secret.

Wiz: Such is the case with the one of the Foundation's brightest researchers, Dr. Robert Scranton. Robert made his name at the Foundation with a miraculous device that could nullify the powers of gods. The Scranton Reality Anchor allowed the Foundation to contain otherwise unstoppable reality warpers by forcibly maintaining, or "anchoring" baseline reality. It's honestly a fascinating piece of technology that I've been meaning to disect for awhile now. You see, it works by-

Boomstick: Magic generator thing stops reality warping from happening. Got it.

Wiz: Awww....

Boomstick: But building a machine that could contain Gods wasn't enough for this ambitious researcher. The Reality Anchor was really just a prototype for what Scranton really wanted to build. So, he and his wife, Anna Lang got to work building an even better contraption. The Lang-Scranton Stabilizer was intended to be a follow up piece that made his original design obsolete. Buuuuuuut, then an Earthquake happened while he was fiddling with it and Scranton was.... broken across time and space by his contraption.

Wiz: More accurately, the LSS malfunctioned and teleported both itself and Dr. Scranton into a completely different reality. This "Red Reality", better known as SCP-3001, was nothing but an endless void, with not a speck of stimuli to be found within it.

Boomstick: For those of you unfamiliar with mad science experiments, this is what we in the industry call a "bad result".

Wiz: "We in the industry"?

Boomstick: Hey, being a guinea pig counts!

Wiz: Anyways, the reason for this reality's bizarre and unusual properties is because it technically didn't.... exist. It had an incredibly weak Hume Field. Let me explain. Hume Theory dictates that a Hume is a unit of measurement that dictates the amount of reality in any given being or object. The more Humes you have, the more real you are, and the more Humes in your environment, the more that environment matches baseline reality.

Boomstick: But that pocket reality had basically no Humes at all. Meaning it and, by extension, he, didn't really exist at all. He couldn't age, couldn't die, couldn't even really move because there was just... nowhere to move to. It was an endless empty nightmare, until the nothingness just couldn't sustain itself anymore and collapsed on top of him, completely obliterating the man.

Wiz: What should've been the end of a slow, brutal, gruesome end for poor Dr. Scranton was instead the beginning of something much worse. 3001's collapse did not just kill him, it mutilated him. Mutilated his existence. And transformed him into something that could no longer be considered human. SCP-106 aka The Old Man.

Boomstick: Gone was the once kindhearted Doctor and loving husband that the Foundation had come to know. In his place was a sadistic melting corpse that just.... drips all over everything.... oh god that's disgusting.

Wiz: Disgusting and highly dangerous. That gross black mucus that 106 secretes is sticky and dangerously corrosive, quickly melting through steel doors and human flesh within seconds. Leaving his victims looking just a mutilated as he is.

Boomstick: Oh, god stop talking about it.

Wiz: SCP-106 uses this material to mutilate targeted areas of his victims in order to incapacitate them, so that he may drag them into his pocket dimension and torment them for weeks on end.

Boomstick: Oh, yeah, and once he has his sights on you, he's not letting you get away. He can stick to any flat surface he touches, to the point of even standing upside down on the ceiling, and he can walk right through any wall or door in his way.

Wiz: While thicker materials can slow down his ability to walk through walls, he will get through them eventually. He can even turn his corrosive substance into a portal directly to his pocket reality should he need to.

Boomstick: And once you're in there, you're not getting out. 106 has completely control over his little pocket reality. From its physical appearance to the laws of space and time. You're not dying in there until he wants you dead.

Wiz: While all of this applies to every canon's version of SCP-106, some variations have specific powers and abilities that would contradict the backstory we've established thus far.

Boomstick: See, SCP continuity is kinda.... nonexistent. The only continuity is what you personally consider canon. In some stories, 106 is Dr. Scranton and in some others he's, like, a World War 1 soldier or a humsn subspecies or whatever. For the sake of argument, we'll be letting 106 use stuff he gets even from versions that contradict the Dr. Scranton story.

Wiz: Like the time he killed another member of his species despite their own Intangibility. Or the time he regenerated from SCP-173 snapping his neck over and over again.

Boomstick: Oh, yeah. 106 can go toe to toe with its fellow SCPs, like SCP-076. Or Able for short. And he's strong enough to punch through titanium doors with an energy equivalent to 158,454 grams of tnt.

Source:

Wiz: Able is also fast enough to effortlessly dodge automatic fire from assault rifles, easily evading projectiles that move at 715 meters per second. As Able and the Old Man are consistently depicted as comparable, to the point of frequently keeping up with the exact same enemies, 106 should scale to this.

Boomstick: As you might've guessed, the guy who went from being one the Foundation's best scientists to one of its most dangerous contained anomalies isn't exactly all there anymore. No version of him is.

Wiz: Yes indeed, 106 is at best an incredibly intelligent predator capable of setting elaborate traps to catch its prey offguard, only to get done in by its own sadism. At his worse, however, he's Dr. Robert Scranton. A desperate, broken shell of a man stuck lookina for a wife he doesn't realize he's already murdered.

Boomstick: Like a cruel joke, with no one left to laugh.

End clip:

Introduction:

Wiz: Alright, the combatants are set. We've run the data through all possibilities.

Boomstick: It's time for a DEATH BATTLEEEEEEEE!

Fight Music:

Fight:

Anna Lang huffed and puffed as she ran down the sterile corridors of the Foundation, the containment breach alarm blaring in her ears threatened to deafen her with each step. She needed to get out of here. Before he found her again.

Anna flicked her key card through the vip emergency exit access panel, but got a rejection bleep in response. She furrowed her brows and swiped her card again. She knew she had the right clearance. The red light flashed again. Rejected.

Even over the alarms, she could hear the sound of gunfire and screams not far from here. Anna swiped her card through the scanner three more times in quick succession. The light flashed red three times to match. An ear piercing, headache enducing, all encompassing laugh split through the noise around her, echoing off the walls of the narrow corridor.

"Having trouble, Doctor?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Anna spun around with a pistol she'd grabbed off a dead guard and craned her aim up to reach the face of the man who had suprised her. The anomaly that grinned back at her wasn't one she recognized. An inhumanly tall, distorted man with long, curly blonde hair and massive boney hands. He towered over her like a statue, his proportions making him look like some kind of funhouse mirror reflection.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Who is a question for people, Doctor. That is something that I am not. As for what, I believe I'll be helping myself to a family meal. Or perhaps not. Either way it is amusing!"

"Wh... what?"

"I believe you humans would call it a 'sport'."

Anna couldn't afford to try the door again. Not when this creature could so easily lunge at her. Her shaking aim stilled and her blood ran cold as another scream rang out not far from them. The thing's smile widened as the cries turned to desperate gurgles for air.

"You need...."

A yellow wooden door with chipping paint appeared beside the entity. The door opened by itself and the figure gestured her in

"....A door."

Anna glanced between the unknown entity and the end of the long hallway the screaming had come from. Her eyes widened as she saw the shambling monster causing the carnage she'd overheard. A limping corpse who gasped at her through cut open, rotting lungs. "...An...na...."

Without a second thought, the researcher burst through the yellow door at a full sprint. Better to risk it than face a guaranteed death at the hands of SCP-106. The door slammed shut and disappeared behind her, before Michael turned to face this new anomaly.

The two looked each other over, prominent sadistic smiles still spread across the faces even as curiosity shined in their eyes. "You do not belong to any Power that I recognize...." Michael began, shifting his long fingers into sharp claws. "....but your delusions smell delicious all the same~"

106 marched forward with an outstretched hand, before being stopped dead by Michael's claws piercing its chest. Their matching smiles curled into winces, with 106 clearly taken aback by Michael's strength. Michael pulled his hand free and watched with a mixture of curiosity and concern as the tar like substance are away at its fingers. "...Fascinating."

While Michael was distracted, a tar puddle appeared beneath his feet. Its legs quickly sinking into it like quicksand. Michael slashed 106 back in a quick stroke before dashing back into his corridors. The yellow door disappeared where Michael had once stood and again his laughter echoed throughout the building.

The Old Man glanced around in irritation. So this is how it felt. No matter. He had played both sides of this game before. Both predator and prey. It would find this interloper and reclaim his Anna from its jaws. There was nowhere in this building he could not reach.

"Does your rotting form suggest that you serve the Corruption? Or has the Stranger found away to disguise itself even from me?" Michael's voice echoed. Perhaps from the ceiling, the Old Man thought, or somewhere inside a vent. "Or do you serve a Fear that is much more... overt?"

106 heard a creaking door open behind him and disappeared into a puddle of rot on the floor before those claws could pierce his skin again. Michael tracked the Old Man downwards, only to get pulled upwards by the length of his hair. 106's liquid had pooled on the ceiling, giving him the perfect vantage from which to ambush its prey. The corpse slammed the twisted man into the ceiling by his roots, before tossing him to the ground. 106 could've dragged Michael into his home reality immediately, but he wanted to toy with the intruder first. Teach it how a real monster hunts.

106 lunged to the floor where Michael's crumpled body lay, looking to have his hand melt into its ribs before he could recover.

For a split second, 106 wasn't lunging at Michael. For a split second before he landed, could swear he was puncing at a terrified, screaming Anna.

The suprise caused it to tumble the landing, crashing through the floor as a result of its attempted course correction. 106 fell deeper into the site, into the sub basements that held up the building's foundation, but Michael did not. As 106 pulled itself free of the rubble, it was as if Michael had never been there at all.

Teleportation? Or use of that blasted door again?

"No, you don't seem to be of the Corruption at all. That wretched hive would give you too many friends to ever fall for that trick."

Trick. An illusionist then? A reality bender What did the twisted man mean by "friends"? What was he?

Perhaps an escalation was in order. The Old Man dragged his hands along the walls of the corridor, melting them as he went. If he couldn't find this creature, he'd simply bring the site down on top of it. The mocking laughter the echoed around him all this time disappeared in a shocked yelp and the blaring alarm fizzed off. The entire floor above collapsed in an avalanche of rubble and concrete, with 106 disappearing at the last possible chance to avoid being entombed.

As the dust settled, a cracked door with an adjar handle lay in a pile or rocks, with a familiar boney hand stick out of the mound beneath it. The Old Man emerged from its home with a look of smug satisfaction on its face, watching Michael's body sink into a portal of muck he created beneath him. With that wretched creature now his to torment, 106 could now reclaim his Anna.

"Robert... Roooooooobeeeeeeeert~"

Dr. Scranton's voice hitched in his gnarled up throat. It had been so long since his wife had called his name. He turned the door's hanging knob carefully. He failed to notice how the door's frame seemed to sprout hungry teeth.

What waited behind the door was not his Anna. Towering over him with the same stretched out features Michael wore was a distorted creature in the approximate shape of Robert's dear wife. It reached out with massive, boney hands and pulled Dr. Scranton inside.

Robert screamed for the first time in years, his mangled body finding life and energy that simply beyond it in its mutilated state. No one would hear it. The door slammed shut behind him too quick. Anna's laughter echoed through the Site's ruins with the same inflection as Michael's spiraling, distorted laugh.

And then the door disappeared.

KO!

Explanation:

Boomstick: ...Wiz, I'm gonna be honest, that wet old man cannot taste good. "Throat of Delusion Incarnate" or not.

Wiz: This was a fairly interesting matchup with a few complex factors involved. While Michael did have a significant, if incalculable, strength advantage thanks to his Desolation scaling chain, 106 was a whooping seven times faster than him. That, when taken in conjunction with 106's ability to hurt intangible enemies, as well as his corrosive liquids to melt him on contact, made the Old Man a significant threat to Michael.

Boomstick: That's about where it all starts swinging the other way though. For starters, The Distortion has been around since the very dawn of time, making it much older and more experienced than even the oldest versions of 106 and it's ability to fuck with the mind. If it can potentially make 106 believe that he doesn't even exist, then a lot of 106's clever planning and smarts goes out the window.

Wiz: Dr. Scranton's mental health took a massive toll from his time in the Red Reality, to the point where he actually fell in love with the LSS due to it being his only company, making him particularly vulnerable to Michael's games. And even non-Scranton versions of 106 have a sadistic streak as their consistently exploitable weakness, giving Michael a character flaw he could leverage.

Boomstick: And then there's Rob's biggest oppstical. He has no way of actually destroying the Distortion. Could he kill Michael or destroy the door if he gets either inside his pocket reality? Absolutely, but both of those things can be replaced. "Michael" is just the hand to a much larger Distortion entity. And there's no way the Old Man can squeeze all of those corridors into his little world.

Wiz: Neither is it possible he could destroy the corridors from within. They're consistently described as endless. Even Jared Hopworth, an Avatar of the Flesh that was so mutated and inhuman that the Distortion found him completely indigestible, had no way of escaping or hurting the corridors from within until he was let out. No matter how many mirrors or walls were broken.

Boomstick: The only thing that could destroy the corridors from within was The Archivist by the time of Season 5, and at that point, he was basically the Anti-Christ. Most 106 could do with his little puddles at that point in give Michael indigestion.

Wiz: SCP-106 may be one of the most nightmarish monsters in the Foundation's library, but he couldn't stand up to the Distortion's madness, size, and sheer eldritch power.

Boomstick: Unfortunately for Scranton, this one just Spiraled out of his control.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

The Distortion!

[reaganhummel]

WHO: Reagan & @ryrystjames​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

In terms of being a designated driver, that more so meant that Reagan had Uber on speed dial and already paid for, for her and her siblings. She knew that they would probably end up going their own ways throughout the night, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t think of them. And Reagan honestly wanted to enjoy herself tonight. Parties in Lima were fun, especially when they were big ones and the big ones were always the most crazy.

As she made her way throughout everyone and finally spotted the head of hair she was looking for. “And here I thought I wouldn’t see you the entire time. It was making me pretty sad,” she teases Ryan, her head tilting to the side as she sips the drink in her hand. “Having fun?”

[kingsilas-archive]

no one had asked him to, but recently, silas had decided to take ryan under his wing. the kid reminded him of himself last year, or at least a less baller version. sure, the charm he had was a birthright, and couldn’t be taught, but a little advice could still help the guy, right? it was his way of giving back to his community. “ryan.” he shot ryan a finger gun and a wink, offering him a cup filled to the top with beer. “are you ready for another life lesson real quick?” @comnsce​

[alexsmuarchive]

The date hadn’t been terrible, per se, but he just... hadn’t been into it. Ryan had been polite, of course, and had taken her home --- hell, he’d even walked her to her door and bid her good night before driving back to his own place. He would swear up and down that Remy knew him well, but if she knew him as well as they both said, she wouldn’t constantly set him up with girls he just wasn’t into and girls who weren’t his type. He sighed as he sat on his couch, the bottle of whiskey in one hand and his phone in the other. Usually, he would text Remy to tell her how the date had gone but tonight? He wasn’t in the mood for that. How many times could he text her that it hadn’t been great? That he hadn’t been into her? That he could see the disappointment in his date’s eyes because he wouldn’t even kiss, much less sleep with them? It was a broken record. And so, he drank. Not enough to be extremely drunk, but enough to grab his phone and order an Uber to Remy’s place. Only until the Uber had taken him to his destination did he realize he had no idea what he was doing there or what he was going to say. Ryan cursed under his breath, making sure to thank the driver as he got out (and also making sure that even in this state, he was tipping him). He only tripped once as he made his way to her door, stopping just before he knocked and taking a deep breath. What the fuck was he gonna say to her now that he was here? Before he could talk himself out of it though, he knocked on her door, half hoping she was already asleep so he could forget he’d done this in the first place.  

@andiesmu​ ( Remy Holliday )

[sophie-hq]

TIMEFRAME/BACKDATED: August 12th, 2019.

LOCATION: Sophie’s Apartment. 

OPEN TO: @ryanp-hq

WARNINGS: None.

Lately, Sophie’s feelings for Ryan have been all over the place. Even though, Tina told her they were over, she wasn’t entirely sure that was the case. She realized that hooking up with him more than once post-breakup was something she never did with anyone else, and that alone was a sign she needed to abort the mission. At least she didn’t just leave the apartment this time around since it was her own place. Why did she suggest that again? Sighing, she pulled back her covers, hastily grabbing her clothes to put back on. She took one last look at him before attempting to leave her bedroom until she heard him starting to get up. “I wasn’t leaving, I swear.” She immediately released the doorknob, jumping away from it. “I can’t even leave it’s my own place, so….” She paused, hoping that something would fill the awkward tension around her. “Breakfast?”

[andiesmu]

@alexsmu / ryan matthews

“That’s it. I’m officially quitting forever. I don’t want to work anymore.” Remy sighed exasperatedly as she flung her arms around Ryan’s neck. She needed a hug today, it had just been one thing after another from the moment she’d woken up. Work stress wasn’t really anything new, but today just seemed to be more than she could handle. All she wanted was her best friend to make her feel better, and it seemed like just being in his presence was doing just that. “Can we watch a movie and eat junk food and cuddle, please? It’s all I’ve wanted all day long.”

[connorhq]

DATE & TIME: June 13th, during the (b)Icon Party. 

LOCATION: IHQ Ballroom. 

OPEN TO: @ryanp-hq

WARNINGS: None. 

Connor knew he was far from being the most extravagant at the party, but he was still enjoying himself. Everyone had gone above and beyond and to him it was always great to see everyone having fun together. That was why he loved the parties and events thrown by the company or by his peers - everyone got to hang out and have fun together. A certain merc with a mouth caught his attention and he quickly made his way over to him, chuckling along the way. “A shame they’re not playing X Gon’ Give It To Ya, isn’t it?” His smile grew and he nodded in appreciation, “great costume.” 

[jordanmu]

Recently, Madison had gotten used to the idea of not seeing her boyfriend before going to sleep every night. The two of them were so busy that being able to kiss each other goodnight was no longer a priority for the both of them. And sure, maybe that showed that something was really wrong, but Madison didn’t even have the time to think about fixing things in their relationship. Now that school had ended, Madison was spending her summer assisting at a law firm. She needed to find something to present her case in the piles of papers that she was given today, and she was on her fifth hour of highlighting and making notes. Just as she thought she was getting somewhere, she heard the front door to the apartment open. Without looking up, she quirked her eyebrows in curiosity. “So, where’ve you been?”

@alexsmu​

[sammythedominant]

Ftf: Blaine looked up from his phone, over at Sam who was on the couch playing some video game Blaine hadn't been paying attention to. "Master, would it be all right if I spend Sunday in the practice rooms with Ryan?" He asked.

FtF: Sam paused his sixth playthrough of Spider-Man, and sucked in a breath. He hadn't considered Blaine wanting to continue to spend time with Ryan after everything that had happened between her and Nate. "Uh, yeah, I guess so."

[ryansfabray]

FTF: If that crow wakes me up at 4 am again, we're having bird for breakfast.

F2F

Ryan chuckled. “You should have told me it was bothering you. I would have let you borrow my noise canceling headphones.”

[domitxnate]

FTF: Silas walked into Nate and Ryan's room while Ryan was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. He paused and smiled softly at Nate who was fighting with the blankets. "I'm going to bed now," he said trying not to giggle at Nate's blanket struggles. "I just...wanted to say good night and see if you wanted me to come wake you up in the morning."

Nate was muttering to himself when the blanket wouldn’t stay where he wanted it, his concentration broken when he heard Silas’ voice. “Good boy,” he hummed, signaling the boy to crawl closer so Nate could run his fingers in Silas hair. “That sounds like a lovely idea, Prince. Yea, I do what ya to come in here and wake me with that sexy mouth of yours.”

[thegreatstoryteller]

World Descriptions: the shameless rip offs

So I did mention a lot of stories I’ll be writing soon. Just thought I’d provide some brief background and say right off the bat that I am using the ideas of some creators I’ve encountered in the past. So without further ado I present to you my shameless ripoff stories:

The Mind Bomb: Some mysterious group created an explosive device that transfers the minds of anyone in its blast zone with one another. There have been multiple attacks around the U.S. with the government rounding up the victims and setting them up with new identities to avoid widespread panic Is this group a terrorist threat? A foreign attack? Or is it closer to home than we think!? You can find out by reading the Mindbomb story and its sequels here: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=1353755750327728789  (mostly follows a former FBI agent in a kid’s body, but there’s  brief scene where a teenage mall worker becomes another FBI agent and has sex with his therapist) Some people have created their own versions of this story that speculate the reason these bombs were created, but I have my own!

The Mirror Maze: Join a carnival of pleasures as you navigate your way through a hall of mirrors, but be warned! Each reflective surface is a doorway into a new life! Will you come out on top or wishing you’d never entered! This is inspired by the Ellie Dauber Mystic Mirror Universe found here: https://fictionmania.tv/stories/readtextstory.html?storyID=3186547257609515512 It’s a good read for those into longer stories. Contains FtF, MTF, Mtm, and FtM transformations. 

The Magic Jersey: This series intended to follow a guy who gets a magic jersey from his grandfather that allows him to “jump” into the body of any professional athlete (usually the one’s he sees on TV). If this sounds familiar it’s because there was a Disney show in the 90s that had this exact same premise. However, Disney ripped this idea off from a series of books called the Monday Night Football Club, so I’m really not that bad by comparison. 

The Rest in Peace Department: This one should sound familiar to anyone who has seen the Ryan Reynolds movie of the same name. The idea is that after some people die, they can become afterlife detectives that arrest evil spirits. The cool tf twist is that the dead people get new earthly identities. So while they look like themselves to  their partners and each other, they look like completely different people to everyone else! I plan to have some fun with this one, especially with the rise of cyber crimes. The RIPD will need some tech oriented people to help them with. Only this time the tech support won’t be looking very nerdy. 

[actordomryan-blog]

Trick or Treat backdated open ftf

  Ryan was so used to NYC[’s Halloween that he wanted to go trick or treating in the dorms. He spent Monday after classes throwing together an Alexander Hamilton costume.  He made a pretty good costume and headed out on Tuesday. He walked up to a door and brought a hand up and knocked three times.

“Trick or treat.” 

[plusultrajazz]

Emma Blackery

So, as expected, I couldn’t get Paramore tickets but my birthday inevitabley rolled around again and I got to see Emma Blackery (poundland paramore). Was quite chuffed about that after the disappointment of the Paramore tickets. It took me about a week to stop screaming about never seeing Paramore but after I got over that, I was given Emma Blackery tickets as a present for my 16th birthday.

I got up around noon,showered and did my makeup, chose my outfit and was ready to leave, hours before leaving the house. I was most excited to hear Don’t Come Home and Fear The Future live. When we got there, I had overwhelming feelings of Anxiety because of what happened at the Ariana show but I convinced myself that it wouldn’t happen, and it didn’t. I managed to piss of my best friend before we had even lined up. When we got in, we watched Valeras and Rusty Clanton. Valeras were badass and honestly, Rusty’s music was relaxing. Then, after about an hour, the Magnetised queen herself came on and opened with Nothing Without You. Screaming the words back, I noticed that barely anyone knew the words. After a few slow songs and everyone holding up their phones to The Promise, Emma decided to drink some water and the crowd chants “CHUG CHUG CHUG” with a very disapproving look from Emma. Also, we renamed her guitarist Ryan, to Brian. When it got to Pictures and Emma screams “This is what we call the pop-punk section of the night, everyoe screamed. Fast forward to the end of the show and Don’t Come Home starts and I feel emotional. I start worrying that she won’t play Fear The Future but I was to busy dancing and singing DCH. She sounded like an absolute godess live. She leaves and I bite my nails, worrying that the encore won’t be Fear The Future. She comes back on, and I was so excited and relieved to hear the intro to FTF, Which is my favourite song of hers. Screaming the words back, with tears in my eyes, the instrumentals get so heavy and I am amazed at how rock it sounded. Thank you Emma, the show was absolutely inredible, after watching you and listening to you since the Distance era was mid-way through, it was amazing to finally see you, and I got an awesome T-shirt (a white one with a line drawing of the Magnetised album cover) and the Magnetised CD which is beautiful. Love you Em, thanks for making me laugh with your comedy and making me cry/ dance with your music.

ALSO, if anyone is interested I have videos of Fear The Future and Don’t Come Home and I will link them if you want me to, see you later, blog.

[alexsmuarchive]

Things between Ryan and Charlotte were awkward at best, but they were trying to at least be... friendly? Or at least trying to not act like complete strangers. He’d noticed that her sexcapades weren’t as loud anymore, and he’d been spending a lot of time with Daniela, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Charlotte. Ryan supposed that’s what happened when you still harbored feelings for who you thought you were going to marry in the future as a high school senior. Even though he figured that was the case, he still made his way over to her apartment late Sunday night with a box of pizza in tow. Perhaps he wanted to hang out with her. Perhaps he couldn’t really stop thinking about her. 

@jordiemu