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esse-lunam · 10 months ago

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an introduction to: my 90s fame dr!

please read this god please there's art in here also ive put 5+ months of work into this dr at this point so i swear that there's interesting shit in here yall I SWEAR I AM NICHE.

reblogs greatly appreciated! this took me forever teehee

ohhh my god this is a long time in the making, ive put this off for so, so long and i really couldn't tell you why. this can act as a script me into ur dr post if you like as well!

for starters, you can find my pinterest board for this dr here :3 just in case u want some cool visuals i guess :3

so lets get the basics outta the way shall we?

full name: marley jo veitch

nicknames: mar, marley barley, mars bars, tink (reserved for s/o), living poet (public figure nickname type deal? yknow how stevie nicks gets called the white witch? yeah that)

pronouns: they/she

DOB: june 1st, 1970 (which makes me a gemini btw!)

occupation: musician (piano, violin, guitar n bass, some drums, and saxophone), poet, author (fiction and nonfiction), actor on occasion, also a comedian that one time

skills: all things music + writing basically, film analysis, pop culture analysis i guess, home decor, drawing, fashion?, and being the most autistic person in the multiverse

appearance stats: 5'3", 145ish lbs, long brownish-reddish hair with some light brown highlights in there, sorta wavy but barely

body mods: COVERED in tats (theres a tattoo section on the pinterest board but i also drew some so), septum piercing, snake bites, and a fair few ear piercings. and also i have glasses but thats not a body mod thats just a thing on my body.

"workin and workin't? you have a job?" more on that later!

relationships and such! with photos!

s/o: robert sean leonard

"hey, do i recognise this guy?" you might! he played notable roles such as neil perry in dead poet's society, claudio in much ado about nothing, and james wilson in house md!

best friends: dylan kussman, allelon ruggiero, alexandra powers, and kimya dawson

"do i recognise more of these people?" again, probably! dylan, al, and alex were all in dead poets society, and kimya is a musician best known for her indie songs, some featured in the movie juno!

my career! (oh good lord)

writing based - undedicated musings

(1986-1993)

alright so this is a bit hard to explain, bear with me. undedicated musings is an anonymous newsletter-based poetry... publication? run by me, under the pen name 'chartreuse', and the whole shtick is that i write poetry, love letters, and whatever else to the person i'll end up spending my life with, but the recipient of said writings is completely unknown, even to me, so im kinda just writing to nobody. until! i actually set my eyes on someone (obviously rsl) and then the writings start to get a bit more specific and yearn-y and personal. since the recipient is anonymous, all the writings are written for a 'vermillion'. both chartreuse and vermillion's identities are revealed when we get married in 1993. and no, rsl doesn't know that i'm chartreuse, nobody does until i reveal myself. i think its kinda cool :3

film based - dead poet's society

(1988-1989)

so for starters, i was part of the crew that worked on the set of dead poets society, now all my friends (except kimya, her and i become friends in the late 90s) make sense! my actual job on set is kind of a vague be-here-and-do-a-bit-of-everything type deal, so there's no set title beyond "assistant to lead" even tho it's essentially government assigned 'friendship' LMAO. but! me and the cast get on like a house on fire, so i kinda just get to tag along on their wacky teenage-ish boy adventures. this totally does not stem from a desire to be part of a teenage boy friend group, and i am, in fact, totally cisgender. i am also lying. anyway, without going into too much detail, me and my s/o-not-yet-s/o (will be referring to him as rsl from this point on) sorta have a painstakingly long will they wont they type deal, because i guess i like torturing myself. we meet a day before all the actual film stuff starts just as a sort of preliminary get to know eachother because you'll be in close proximity VERY often for months. thats some time in march - june-ish? of 1988 (i shift to my dr the day before!) and we don't actually get together until june of 1989. so.

also! some changes to the movie because i can make those: knox overstreet is now played by matthew lillard instead of josh charles, because josh charles is a fucking zionist and i dont want to associate with him in any reality! knox also isnt a b plot to the movie at all, instead focusing on meeks and pitts because i find them much more interesting! and also knox's b plot is creepy as hell! also, the racism against natives (read this!) is completely gone! no thanks!

music based - MAURZI

(1988-2004 technically)

strap in boys because this is the main event of this dr and the lore is VAST. MAURZI (must be spelled in all caps, like MF DOOM) is a sort of musical person/character i've made to tell the story of via a series of albums. i release my first single in october of 1988 titled "lunarian", which is a fun little song about a being from the moon arriving on earth and having some inter-planetary culture shock. and thats the only song i've actually planned! i release 6 total albums that map out the MAURZI storyline kinda

- MAURZI (1989)

- GONE TO SHIT! (1991)

- Charmed (1992)

- I found Him in Santa Barbara (1995)

- Waterworks (1998)

- also bibliography (2004) but those are released as songs By Me and not MAURZI, just released under the same artist. MAURZI storyline ends with Waterworks.

now here's where you get the very extensive MAURZI lore. MAURZI is a sort of alternate-universe representation of me, where in i'm much more famous than i actually am in my dr, and i am absolutely RUINED by my fame in a fuck ton of ways. each album is a different section of her life so i'll explain it album by album. also for reference, in my dr capitalism/ currency isnt a thing, but in the MAURZI... verse? it is. because i like anti capitalist art! same goes for most other media im in/ participate in, actually. MAURZI uses she/her pronouns btw, i dont.

MAURZI - my self-titled album is about as close and personal to my life as i'll get, which an average amount because i still throw in some songs about shit that i have not at all done/ experienced. (ex. songs about cheating, toxic relationships, and things along those lines. thankfully ive had a mostly healthy relationship with relationships! except that one time!) MAURZI is new to the music scene but she's here to make some lovely tunes to help process some stuff! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sarah kinsley, dodie, jeff buckley, tv girl, mitski, and peach pit.

GONE TO SHIT! - MAURZI's first album blew the fuck up! now she's thrown into the midst of dealing with an incomprehensible amount of attention on her at all times, which she was absolutely not prepared for. what does she do to cope? sex drugs and rock n roll, baby! she also gets addicted to 2 outta those 3 things! can you guess which ones?? now, obviously, this album is entirely fictional and is only tangentially inspired by some life events, heavy emphasis on the tangentially. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the nonstick pans, panic! at the disco, forest, david bowie, chappel roan, and king gizzard & the lizard wizard.

Charmed - the love song album! this is basically comprised of songs i sorta wrote about rsl, but changed up a fuck ton because i wrote them while i was pining and did Not want him to knkw who they were about. in terms of MAURZI stuff, she meets someone just after deciding that she's gotta clean up her act if she wants to exist healthily. recovering alongside a loved one and them being a motivator for recovery! now i should specify here that MAURZI's s/o is not the same as mine, and is entirely gender neutral/ doesn't even have a canon(?) human appearance at all. they're named Vermillion because we love a callback! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the smiths, siouxsie and the banshees, james blake, queen, laufey, and her's.

I found Him in Santa Barbara - yknow how when a banana ripens too much and it starts to tuen brown? yeah imagine that logic but applied to recovery, i guess. NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO REITERATE THAT MAURZI AND I ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND MAURZI IS JUST A CHARACTER. essentially MAURZI had a spiritual awakening and "found god." but what that ACTUALLY means is that she started viewing vermillion as a sort of god? but she's keeping it on the down low (making an album about it) because she doesn't want vermillion to thing she's CRINGE. themes of loving a god, being IN love with a god, being in lust with a god, temporarily thinking youre a god? stuff along those lines. its a bit intense, VERY experimental and.. heavy? both in themes and in musical style for some portions. this is my fav album out of all of them if you couldnt tell. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sleep token, WILLOW, type o negative, slipknot, lemon demon (specifically songs off spirit phone), hozier, violent vira, pierce the veil, gorillaz kinda, bjork, kate bush, deftones, destroy boys, and rammstein probably.

Waterworks - so yknow how MAURZI was having a whole trouble with god moment? yeah well thats gone now, no i haven't figured out how that'll work narratively, thats for me to figure out in like 10 years from now (now being 1988, naturally.) we've returned to our self-titled roots in terms of musical style! now we've just got some fun themes of trauma and such! and then that's the and of MAURZI as a character story wise, as i said earlier the album after this one is just a Me album. same artist inspo as self titled!

and guess what! music lore isnt even fuckin done! my music in this dr is a multiverse in itself goddamn. so basically the album covers for each album tell a completely seperate story about a completely seperate alter ego/ character/ whatever named Moonzi. name given by my audience (which is my excuse for coming up with such a shitty name and then keeping it.) the story of moonzi, without going into too much detail because i dont wanna type it all out, is a sci-fi type story about a being from the moon (lunarian callback!) on a quest to bring this space artifact back to its original place, basically. a bit more on it later, emphasis on a bit. also! each album cover is drawn by a different artist, and each album artist animates one official music video off their respective album, just cuz i like art and stuff! those music videos kinda follow the moonzi storyline loosely, but incorporate MAURZI elements. is this confusing? hope not. drawings!

writing based - novels

can you believe im still not done? like not even close? certified yapper. anyway! my 3 fiction novels (Manchester, NH - 1991, Curator Rye, 1997, Sand Dollars + Pearls - 2008) are about my ocs basically! thats it really, i dont feel the need to share the plots of those tbh.

writing based - autobiographies

two? yep! one is a fictional autobiography about MAURZI (MAURZI - 1999) and one is a non fictional autobiography about me (Radio Free Marley - 2012.) take a shot every time i say MAURZI and you will need to get your stomach pumped. she just. she means a lot to me :3

film based - doctor who

(1994-1999)*

*these dates are when im on the show btw, not its total runtime, same applies to other cr existing shows.

big disclaimer: never seen doctor who. dont know the plot, dont know which doctor i'm gonna be, i just wanna be in it.

so! my version of the doctor is kinda weird. its one doctor, but played by two people, but theyre one person. we're both the doctor. and by we i mean both me and rsl, obviously. the viewer sees the doctor as two different people, but NOBODY ELSE IN THE DAMN SHOW besides our little companion buddy guy (played by my cr friend fish!) SEES, ACKNOWLEDGES, OR IS ABLE TO VIEW THE DOCTOR AS TWO PEOPLE. its really complicated and i really did not have to make it that way, but its cool to me so i really dont care. also we're breakjng the doctor who cycle of boring suit and tie (this is NOT about you 15 <3) and going steampunk-esque. again, cuz i wanna.

film based - house md

(2005 - 2010)

marley veitch be in a show without rsl challenge (failed.) i play a character i made up named Nanette Amesbury who is essentially wilson's first ex wife. does he have a canon first ex wife? think so (i actually havent finished house oops.) do i care? you can take a guess. nanette (nicknamed ninny - which im well aware means dumb) is the director of the pediatrics department at princeton plainsboro and she kinda has a fwb type deal with wilson before figuring out shes a lesbian, having a crush on cuddy, being besties with kutner, then leaving the show in season 6. (zeth if ur reading this yes i made her show up for more than 2 seconds she just. means so much to me. also i want cudbury content.) im also a writer for the show so im there for its entire run time :3 i really like this show :3

film based - moonzi

(2016)

YEAHHHHH BABY SHES BACK!!! moonzi's storyline gets adapted into an adult swim animated tv show! i do screenwriting, stiryboarding, and voice acting! style wise, think teen titans mixed with bojack horseman mixed with archer. sick space visuals also!

comedy based - dying art

(2020)

idk i wanted to do a standup special! dunno what it's about. ill leave that up to future me to decide because this isn't happening for 32 damn years and i really just dont wanna come up with a standup special rn.

film based - radio free marley

(whenever)

i wanted a biopic, but i wanted it to be both about me and MAURZI, and how points in my life influenced or inspire songwriting. so the episode structure is like

ep 1: about me, point in my life

ep 2: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 1

ep 3: about me, point in my life

ep 4: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 3

ep 5: you get the idea

and then this goes on for 12 episodes and ends with the MAURZI story wrapping up and with me sorta retiring kinda. dont know when it'll be made, probably at some point in my 60s or whatever. im permashifting if you couldnt tell btw.

and thats it! after all this im just kinda existing and living life and whatever else. so with that outta the way i'll list some fun facts and i'll FINALLY BE DONE JESUS CHRIST IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR LIKE 3 HOURS.

- i live in new york city! manhattan to be specific

- i also have a lake house in new hampshire because i Need to be in a rural area at some points

- my house's interior design is very 70s themed and its WHIMSICAL AND FUN! maximalism, whimsigoth, nooks and crannys to be in, fun and varied seating options, conversation pit, loft bedroom, whole 9 yards. ive also got a gazebo on my roof!

- i have 2 siblings in my dr (not here im an only child in my cr womp womp) named lia and monty, theyre my best friends in my cr!

- ive also got a cat! she's a ragdoll kitty named yvonne, shes a sweetheart!

- i scripted out light pollution so the sky is all pretty at night, highly recommend you do the same

- im in STOMP at one point, dont know or care when, i just wanna be in it

- robin williams........... he is a father figure to me................ sniff sob

- yes i scripted out his death i simply cannot deal with that

- PUBLIC TRANSPORT AND WALKABLE SOCIETY!!!!! NO MORE CAR BASED US SOCIEY WOOOO!!!

- i cant fucking believe i havent mentioned this yet but im scottish?? im not scottish in my cr i was just thinking about david tennant when i was forming the dr idea back in january and it stuck. MAURZI is american tho

- hilson is canon in my dr LMAOAOOA

- thats all i got

sweet lord in heaven above if you've read this whole thing im giving u a big kiss. this is so long and i really dont wanna proofread it so im not gonna, excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

#VOLO LUNAM #LUNAM est. 1988 #reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #reality shifter #shifting realities #shifting #shifting community #shifting antis dni #dr intro

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rosapexa · 1 year ago

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OC Interview

Thank you so much for the tag @alphanight-vp 🖤

Name: Lexa (Silverhand). My birth name is Alexandra Miranda Shaw but no one is allowed to use that, so you better quickly forget you know *stares uncomfortably long at you*

Nickname: Not really a nickname, more a threat, but people know me as Maelstrom's Ghost. Johnny calls me "Darling" or simply "Maelstrom" (affectionally). Also i love when he calls me his "Mrs" or just "my wife".

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Maelstrom *smirks*

Height: 169 cm

Orientation: Bisexuell

Nationality/Ethnicity: American. But my parents immigrated from the UK a long time before i was born.

Fave Fruit: Bananas and Strawberries

Fave Season: Autumn. It's not too hot and it's the Halloween season.

Fave Flower: I don't really care about flowers, but roses are kinda nice to look at.

Fave Scent: Lavender and Johnny. Oh and fresh blood... *mumbles to herself* put fresh blood on Johnny and i jump on that man instantly

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee! Always!

Average hours of sleep: Around 6 hours. I could deal with less sleep easily, but i like lying and sleeping next to my husband and cat.

Dog or Cat person: Cat of course. I love their independence and that they have a strong will. If you annoy or even threaten them, they'll fight. ... Just like me btw *there it is again: that stare* ... Also they can be on their own perfectly fine and yet when they found their person, they love nothing more than to be near them. And i simply adore how fluffly and cute they are and how they can cause total havoc in your apartment and pretend to be the most innocent creature ever after it *laughs* And you just love them for that! Especially my fur baby Salem is a master at this.

Dream trip: Not really a dream cause i like where i am, but one day i would like to see snow again.

Favorite fictional character: Jack Skellington. Johnny showed me the movie "The Nightmare before Christmas" on our first Christmas and i loved it and Jack especially right away. We watch this movie now every Christmas.

Number of blankets they sleep with: One. More than one is annoying and gets messy.

Random fact: I am a very private person. I don't like if anyone, except very few people, knows too much about me. Especially personal things...

With that said, this interview is over.

Run!

I don't know who exactly has done this and sorry if you have already been tagged:

@miss--river , @thelonestrider , @theviridianbunny , @valsilverhand , @wraithsoutlaws , @dreamskug , @gloryride , @wanderingaldecaldo , @imaginarycyberpunk2023 , @chevvy-yates

And everyone else who would like to do this, please feel tagged 🤍

No pressure of course 🖤

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rosa's OCs: Lexa #OC Ask Game

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ms-snape · 2 years ago

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It's your birthday, why jealousy ?

Omg it's been too long since I posted anything but I started writing again and there will be plenty of chapters once my exams finish I promise. For now we come back with one on Hakim Ziyech

btw: I know his birthday passed about 3 months ago but I had this idea long before.

Good reading.

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her pov

Everyone knew Hakim Ziyech's temper and how disruptive he could be, it showed during his playing minutes where he looked like he wanted to break the jaws of other players, but that was only the case with the others, never with me, and I was very grateful for that.

Hakim and I have been married for almost a year now, we hardly ever argued and even when we did it was never major arguments and one of us always ended up apologizing which helped. My husband's teammates were thrilled with our relationship since it saved them from having to deal with an angry Ziyech all the time.

It was soon his birthday an event that Mason, one of his closest friends, and I had been planning for a while now, we would have gladly brought Joao Félix with us into the plan but we knew him well enough to know that he was not at all good at keeping secrets, so it was out of the question to tell him about the surprise, we had everything ready and his birthday was in a few days.

It was Saturday night which often meant snuggling up and watching movies all night, it was a bit of a ritual but by now I was too busy checking everything with Mason by text paying no attention to the movie, of course I make sure to hide the messages from Hakim.

《 don't you like the movie?》 he asks when he noticed that my eyes hadn't landed on the flat screen, I turn back to him with a reassuring smile a little forced before saying.

《Yes, I was talking to my sister, she argued with her man again》I hated lying to her but I had no choice.

He looked like he didn't totally believe me, but he had to live with it, I couldn't risk wasting a week's work 7 days before D-Day, after a few minutes of pretending to be interested in the film while thinking about the preparation down to the smallest detail, it's the first birthday that I'm preparing for him so I wanted to be sure that he will be unforgettable.

Hz pov

She was acting weird, admittedly we had only been married for a year now but that prevented me from knowing her perfectly, I could read her like an open book and sometimes better, so I was in the best position to say that she obviously hides something which hurt quite badly since we had promised to always tell each other the truth and this no matter the circumstances.

I was trying not to think about it too much, she would tell me when she was ready, which I was hoping to be soon. Sunday had passed which meant another week of waking up early to train for a club that unfortunately I couldn't leave during the last transfer window, not that we were missing Vime, on the contrary I was waiting for the Looking forward to the next transfer window, I could go to any other club, so I was not at Chelsea.

I had already finished getting ready while she showered the connection she was going to stay for quite a while I was about to leave when I heard a family ringtone it was hers I'm watching his phone on the bed, the sound of running water was still heard which meant she hadn't heard it I decide to watch he was just calling out of curiosity "Mase💙🏴󐁧󐁢󐁥󐁮 󐁧󐁿" I was in a good enough position to know that it was my sounds of Mao you, I mean, there are not a million people who we know in the name start like this and who have English in more than that it didn't bother me that my wife is the number of one of my closest friends what bothered me was more about the heart next to it he didn't know each other enough for nicknames and calls as soon as awakening. While I was deep in thought another noise was heard, this time it was a notification.

- I won't go to training today, when he comes out call me to talk about everything-

I felt my blood boil at the thought going through my head, it couldn't be true, he would never do that to me? I couldn't think straight anymore, it was as if time had stopped at this improbable thought, so much so that I hadn't noticed that the sound of the water had stopped and the door to the room bathroom was open.

《 are you still there?》 Another day hearing his voice would have calmed me down but now it only made me even angrier than I already am.

《 what is that?》 I asked adding the phone in front of his eyes.

《My...My phone, why do you have it anyway?》

《 don't play innocent with me! How long has this been going on huh?》 I definitely had more patience, I just wanted to get this thing over with ASAP.

《What are you talking about?》 Ask such, she's nervous it was obvious, which only confirmed my theory.

《 of all the people in the world, I never imagined that it would be you who would disappoint me the most, I really thought that you loved me, but you went to cheat on me with another, and not just any person, but with my best friend.》 After saying that I leave the house slamming the door.

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All for this time, I will start writing part 2 soon. patience.

thank you for reading and see you soon for a new chapter.

Kisses 😊

#football player #imagine #football #football love #football one shot #hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech × you #équipe maroc #mason mount #jealousy #hakim ziyech angst

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a-eo-iu · 1 year ago

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New Modern Weirdos unlocked !!

Wizard streamer gets his sibling's hot friend to pretend to be his boyfriend so they can rent a house for cheap because the landlord (totally normal old lady known only as "the doc") is only renting to couples (totally not at all weird requirement)

(he tried asking his own friends first but they all refused)

Wizard's name is Halecks (Alex but with extra letters). His streamer name is Aurek. which is what they call the letter "A" in the main star wars alphabet. it's a joke on guys who call themselves alphas because they think they're sooo dominant and manly and whatever. because he's a nerd.

Hot friend's called Day, which is a nickname and not his actual name. Halecks does NOT know Day's real name and he keeps trying and failing to find out what it is and it drives him nuts. it's a whole sideplot.

Halecks and Day are kinda-friends who kinda hate each other. This is Not a happy arrangement.

The house is huge and there are lots of bedrooms, but only one of them is fully intact and not covered in bloodstains and has a mattress. So they have to share a bed. Except instead of doing the cliché of sleeping on opposite ends and waking up in each other's arms they sleep in turns. Because their sleep schedules are just that incompatible.

The house also only has wifi in a few rooms so Halecks has to stream from the dining table in the kitchen. Sometimes Day shows up in the background to cook or whatever and the entire stream is derailed because everyone wants to watch the hot roommate. chat loves the hot roommate.

Aurek's streams have nothing to do with him being a wizard btw he's just a regular game streamer. Except he fucking sucks at the games he plays. It's kinda his whole gimmick.

Their landlord watches Aurek's streams sometimes (she doesn't announce herself when she's there but she mentions stream-related events in their conversations) so he can't even deny it when chat jokes about Day being his boyfriend. He lives in constant fear of getting evicted for lying about having a boyfriend. (she doesn't actually care)

Day is involved with a lot of sketchy stuff/people (including their landlord) and Halecks has no idea

(the landlord is like. officially a private doctor. unofficially she definitely does illegal things involving corpses)

Day has a best friend called Sunny. she is a huge bitch and a terrible influence and I love her. At one point her leg gets "broken" (shot, but they don't tell Halecks that) and she has to stay with them for a while until the doc comes back from "out of town"

Halecks has a hot evil ex who is rivals with Day. They keep trying to stab each other while Halecks isn't looking.

#youni originals #modern weirdos #halecks #day #the doc #i might give this group a name eventually but idk what right now #i am. trying to draw them. it might take a while. so for now have this big bullet post

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paradisewithinpain · 4 years ago

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wait omg can i ask for two prompt things put into one? if i can then 78 and 2 with tendou x reader plz but if you don’t feel like doing that that’s totally understandable and then u can choose from one of the two either way ty !

hi bub! i completely forgot to put a prompt limit so i’ve decided it’s gonna be 3 prompts per request (unless i decide to merge 2 requests together) so 2 in one is completely fine! btw, i absolutely cackled when i saw this pair it’s immaculate

2. do you have- stop screaming it’s just me. do you have anymore soda?

78. i know, i know. it’s 2 am BUT!!! i brought food

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as usual, this is a gender and race neutral reader unless specified!

it’s not everyday you get to wake up smiling, feeling refressed and looking forward to the day ahead.

today was not one of those days.

attending shiratorizawa was a challenge to say at the very least. although you had gotten in on an acedemic scholarship, the academics were nothing you’d ever expect. plus, being the powerhouse’s boy’s volleyball manager, you found yourself scrambling, pulling multiple allnighters and downing a range of caffine filled beverages.

thankfully, your hardwork had paid off and it was finally break, tests were over and done and practice had been set to resume next week, giving you the next few days to rest and recover.

you slept soundly in your dorm, the floor had been almost empty due to trips back home and traveling over the break. You however wanted nothing to do with awkward family gatherings and bombarding questions about your school life and plans for the future, so you opted to stay in the dorms, giving yourself the much need me time you needed.

as you slept, you failed to notice your door opening and closing with a soft click. your body remained motionless as the intruder crept closer to your still figure. you awoke with a jolt when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. whipping around to face the offender, you let out a scream.

“do you have- stop screaming it’s just me. do you have anymore soda?“

you panted heavily, once you had regained focused, you chucked your pillow at your bestfriend. “tendou! what are you doing here? you’re going to get in trouble!”

he titled his head, “with who? the floor moniter went home for the break. there’s almost no one here.”

“still! do you even know what time it is?” your head whipped towards your phone, “it’s-”

“i know, i know. it’s 2 am BUT!!! i brought food.” he held up the two bags of takeout. you recognized the bag from the place down the street you two visited after practice occasionally. You looked between him and the bags, and flopped back onto your bed. “soda’s in the back of the closet in the cooler.”

you heard tendou let out a small yelp of delight and you sighed and closed your eyes. why now? you asked yourself. this was supposed to be your me time! no work, no worries-

“(y/n/n)~ the food’s gonna get cold~”

no pretty redheads that you’ve had a crush on for the past 3 years.

pulling yourself out of bed you sat on the floor across from tendou, watching as he removed the food from the bag and handing you your order.

“so why aren’t you at home? weren’t you complaining the other day about how much you missed your bed?” you asked, munching on your food.

he shrugged. “i do miss my bed, but i’d miss you even more.” ending his response with a wink.

you smiled and shook your head, the flirting was nothing new, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt a little bit. You’ve known tendou since first year when you voluntered to be his partner for a project. Even after the project finished, you stuck around the middle blocker, even following him to the volleyball club. Everyone assumed the two of were dating but you had a feeling his flirty personality was just an act, something he didn’t truly mean.

“paridise, you ok?”

ah, the dreaded nickname. he’d called you that since second year, after he’d told you how volleyball was his paridise. When you asked him what you were to him, he responded, “you’re my ultamite paradise. Volleyball doesn’t last forever, but i know we will.”

“did you mean it?” you asked.

“mean what?” you decided not to scold him on talking with his mouth full.

“when you said we’d last forever?”

“well of course! i’d never leave you, paradise! you know that.”

“i know but...”

he reached out and held your hand. “what’s going on? you can tell me anything, you know that.”

it’s now or never

“i like you. a lot. i know you probably don’t feel the same way and that’s okay! we can stay friends or whatever but i just really don’t wanna lose you.”

the room was silent, tense, if you will. you wished you could turn back time but what’s done in done. he was probably going to leave you. you’d have to spend the next few months by yourself and-

“oh thank god.”

your head whipped up, looking at a relieved tendou who looked at you with admiration.

“i- what?” you sputtered.

“(y/n), i like you too. i have since first year.”

you looked at him and began laughing, hard. your laughing fit didn’t concern tendou, not until you started crying.

“(y/n), why are you crying? did i say something wrong?”

you let out a shaky chuckle. “absolutely not. i’ve just been worrying about this for years only to firgure out it was all for nothing. crazy right?”

tendou laughed at your logic and scooted closer to hold you in his arms. “i’m sorry i made you worry. does the food compensate as an apology?”

you laughed and leaned into his embrace. “of course, ‘tori. so you promis you won’t leave?”

“i promise.”

#haikyuu!!#prompt list #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x me #TENDOU SATORI #satori tendou #tendou x reader #tendou fluff #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #gender neutral reader #kriswrites

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willowistic22 · 4 years ago

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Famous!newsies

Ok so here are my famous!newsies headcanons from an a modern au i thought of if newsies were celebrities/famous yknow bcs I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and idk what to do with it other than making a headcanon list nabsnzbsvsnsbz anyways hope yall validate me after not posting any original content for like…. awhile now hehe

btw it got longer than expected. And I mean r e a l l y long. So if yall wanna read this better sit down and buckle up!

Jack

He’s an artist on youtube

Like a modern day bob ross ig??

If yall know zhc on youtube just imagine that but not so rich (I don’t watch zhc btw but i do know that he does custom art on iphones and stuff and that is definitely not jack kelly)

Anyways Jack simply goes by Jack Kelly.

So jack does art challenges. Like does the weirdest requests from his fans left in his comment section and stuff

Or maybe challenging himself to make art from a specific theme or a specific media

Sometimes he vlogs too but his art videos are what his fans like the most

His merch is amazing because he designed the pattern/drawing/whatever yknow. It’s printed/sewed/whatever on the clothing and it’s good quality. It’s pretty lowkey for a youtuber’s merch bcs jack doesn’t like those merch that just smacks his logo on a hoodie

Davey

He’s a fantasy, YA, romance writer (he mixes it wisely ok?)

And goes by David Jacobs

Listen he’s a hopeless romantic and i’m pretty sure yall agree too

He wanted to stick to YA romance. The classic high school lovers yknow

But he wanted to challenge himself since he’s been writing about high school lovers since he was in high school

Thus the fantasy genre came in mind

So yeah he likes creating love in his own universe

Whether it’d be different worlds, universe, species, time periods, whatever.

He wanted to direct the movies based on his books, but he’s actually lowkey terrible at leading on his own. But he did stick to being the script writer and co-director (look idk how it works in the film industry i’m just making shit up)

Crutchie

He’s a solo jazz singer

Crutchie gives off Michael Buble and Jason Mraz vibes tho

And maybe a bit of frank sinatra? Yknow ‘cause he sings jazz

Also he riffs thank you very much :)

He goes by Crutchie Morris to everyone

He usually plays the acoustic guitar or piano on stage

Ok but he’s like really good with the piano

Makes the best jokes on stage too. Some are just sarcastic comments.

Crutchie asking through the microphone : “Oh, straight?”

A fan he’s talking to from the crowd : “Uhh… no, gay”

Crutchie : “no not you, the vodka”

Everyone at the concert : *laughs*

Crutchie, jokingly : “Oh, you’re drinking vodka! Straight? No gay”

(yes that was indeed inspired by that one video of Harry Styles and a fan in one of his concerts yall can’t stop me)

Kathrine

She’s a crime mystery writer

Think like the modern day Agatha Christie

Okok but she goes by Kathrine Plumber on her books :D

She chooses that genre bcs she’s a huge fan of Agatha Christie

Her favorite book from Agatha is Murder on the Orient Express

Oh and her books are sometime very gruesome alkjsfhakjsfb

Nobody check her browsing history, she’ll look like a murderer

Ok but I feel like she also has a youtube channel about books and stuff and sometimes like to vlog

She also has a writing tips series on her channel where she shares tips on some of the frequently asked questions about writing or her fans leave a specific question in the comment section and thought she could expand more to it in a full length video

Also she likes to vlog while she’s in a book convention

Her books are also turned into movies and she has done a great job directing it

Race

Yall would be lying to me if you don’t think this kid would end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber (like vlogging yknow. I feel like his gaming stuff would strictly be on twitch)

And ik it’s widely agreed by everyone in the fandom that he’s a dancer of some sort so yeah he’s also simultaneously a dancer

I don’t think I need to explain any further bcs it’s just so in character

He goes by Racetrack Higgins

Ok so he likes to vlog on his youtube channel

Sometimes does stupid challenges

Maybe he’d drag Albert to do a challenge which he always says no

“I’ll just be your cameraman dude, dw”

Race : *angery*

Since Al and Smalls are the skateboard peeps™ race is the rollerblade dude™ bcs I say so

He has three cats named Racecat Higgins, Spot Clawlon, and Romeow (i’ve mentioned it before and I will mention it again hehe) and his fans loves them endlessly

Albert

You don’t think this kid would also end up being a twitch streamer and youtuber like his bestie up there?? Lmao you thought wrong (again, gaming is strictly on his twitch)

He just goes by Albert DaSilva on the internet

And yes he’s also a dancer because I say so

On his Youtube channel he also vlogs

Half of his vlogs starts with him riding his skateboard

“Hey, guys! Welcome back to another vlog-” *falls off his skateboard for not paying attention to a curb*

It happens way more often than he’d like to admit let’s be real. His fans make a compilation of it and memes on reddit

Always wear a snapback

Snapbacks are an important element to him so his merch store is really boosting his snapbacks

And just for the wormsie discord server he has one with the word ranga on it after it being born from a stupid inside joke he, race, and both of their fanbases combined share (@ my wormsie fam thank me later)

Oh yeah, his youtube besties are Race and Smalls just so we’re clear here :) (I’ll get to Smalls in a bit)

So I always headcanon Albert having two big dobermans. So his fans always want to see a doggy update because Zara and Zoey are everything to them.

Doggo vlogs are fun. It’s usually Albert taking the two good girls to Central Park for playtime or teaching them new tricks

Spot

He’s a solo rock singer

Is an amazing singer like wow none of the newsies expected him to have that sort of pipes to reach high notes

And he does it amazingly with no sweat

Also his instrument is the electric guitar to go with his amazing singing ajsfhasjfhajhf

Anyways he goes by Spot Conlon still

And his songs are very lyrical. Like very.

A lot of metaphors. No one knows what most of his songs means.

So basically Taylor Swift songs if it switched genres to rock. And not even like songs from speak now or red. But like if evermore and folklore songs were to turn into rock songs with a little bit of reputation vibes sprinkled on top. And his concerts has the reputation era vibes but make it spot conlon (hey non swiftie fans reading this i’m so sorry i’m pretty sure yall don’t understand wtf i’m talking abt)

That is also the only way i know to describe his vibe i’m sorry but i don’t really listen to a lot of rock alkjhfasjk

Anyways it’s a known fact that he wears tank tops daily that it becomes his signature look. And also an inside joke among his fanbase

Now just picture the merch booth from one of his shows and there’s like endless tank top designs for his fans to pick and choose

He’s also crowned to be the King of Brooklyn bcs of obvious reasons

But the joke is he’s a pretty tough hardcore guy that’s a cat person

Sarah

She’s a badass female solo singer

Mostly does pop but the badass type of pop

Yes, she does go by Sarah Jacobs

Fans were really surprised Davey and Sarah are related

Because one is a hopeless romantic while the other is a total badass

Anyways she gives off Little mix, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, and Selena Gomez vibes

That is literally the only way I can describe it

She’s very lyrical, with a lot of metaphors

When she dances on stage, she d a n c e s

All while holding a mic to sing. And she hits all those high notes like it’s no ones business (a literal queen i tell you)

She and Spot are besties and has been known to have done a few collabs together

Their fans were hesitant about their collabs since their genre is pretty different from the other but they make it work and it slAPS

And among all her boppy songs with full choreography and backup singers, she always have a few songs she sings while only being accompanied by piano or guitar (Either electric or acoustic) which she plays on her own

Finch

He’s an indie pop artist with his trusted acoustic guitar by his side

Just think of music by Wallows and Lewis Capaldi were to be blended in together and Conan Gray for the cherry on top

But it has a little bit of Ed sheeran, Lorde, and Lauv vibes to it too

His concerts are simple but his songs are mostly very boppy so his fans still have fun either way

And it’s usually in small venues but there are times where he had a concert in a huge stadium

He goes by FINCH (yeah all caps btw)

Finches are a very on brand thing for him obviously

Has been known to collab with Crutchie and they actually make a very good team

Somehow was able to combined both genres to produce a few boppy songs

Ok ok but Finch and Crutchie have made a collaborative album (and maybe they went on tour????)

Specs

He’s a history fiction writer

Yes this is inspired by the fact that he’s 100% a history nerd (no one change my mind i love this headcanon aight)

And he explores a lot of different histories from different parts of the world

He actually helps a lot of students understand history even further for school through his novels

Anyways he goes by Specs because I say so

No one knows why that’s his pseudonym and Specs isn’t interested in explaining either. No one other than the newsies need to know it was born from a stupid nickname the newsies gave him :)

His research mostly comes from history books because of his genre which wouldn’t be a problem since he has loads and will voluntarily buy more if needed

Also yeah he makes a great director for the movies taken from his books

Mush

He’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Mush Meyers

So think if Gordon Ramsey and his youtube channel but make it mush

Yeah that’s it really

Ok but Mush is a jolly and friendly person

Other than just food vlogging he does cooking challenges and cooking tips too

Sometimes he does the cooking challenges with a friend (mostly henry but i’ll get to him later on in the list)

But he also vlogs his life

Which isn’t really often but he likes to sometimes

He’s that big of a foodie he has a food blog too

And also a seafood restaurant so that’s cool :D

Henry

Like Mush, he’s a chef on youtube

Goes by Henry on the internet and in general

Ajkfhajfjska I’m thinking about how ppl would address him as Chef Henry kajhfkjlashfjklasfjklsf

He mostly does the same thing like Mush actually

Food vlogging and cooking challenges (they do it together so) sometimes cooking tips

But Henry vlogs his life a lot

And instead of a food instagram he has a food blog

He has a sandwich restaurant

Yeah it is inspired by his pastrami on rye with a sour pickle line from KONY get mad about it why don’t ya (well if i’m not mistaken henry was the one that said it but idk i have horrible memory)

Blink

He’s a youtuber

Ok so I have a specific headcanon that Blink majored in psychology but didn’t end up being a psychologist

So instead he becomes a psychologist on youtube

Who often vlogs jhgasjlfhs

The guy looks like he could cut you but his sense of humor once you get him talking is just *chef’s kiss* amazing

Which is why he also has a podcast because he’s also secretly great at talking

He just thinks mental health is very important, okay?

Romeo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has worked with Hollywood before

He’s usually a supporting character but has been known to understudy for main characters

Ok ik these bullet points are getting shorter and shorter but these are mostly bcs some of these stuff are pretty self explanatory since it’s very in character

Like are you telling me a kid named Romeo isn’t gonna be in some way very dramatic and end up turning that personality trait into his career?? Plus he’s very good at that?

Yeah you’re lying to me

Also he’s a pretty frequent vlogger on youtube

Look he’s a fun guy, what did you expect?

Just goes by Romeo on youtube

Elmer

He’s an actor

Has done his fair share in Broadway and Hollywood but started in Broadway

He can dance but thinks he’s pretty average in it yknow

Which his fans has no idea what he’s talking about because on stage he can do flips and turns like it’s no ones business yknow

But he can sing really good and takes pride in it

Elmer would play characters that is really far off from his own personality that fans couldn’t believe that Elmer played that character

He has done his fair share in main characters and supporting characters on Broadway

In Hollywood he usually does indie and rom-com movies

Buttons

He’s a fashion youtuber and basically an influencer

Let’s be real this boy is a fashion icon

He’s not really a model but more like a fashion influencer and also kind of a fashion designer

His clothing line is very *chefs kiss* amazing

He designed it all and sometimes likes to design for his friends as well

He also does fashion tips on his youtube channel

His instagram game is god tier level (along with Tommy Boy and Sniper I’ll get to them in a bit)

But yeah he also vlogs

And goes by Buttons Davenport

Jojo

He’s an actor

Mostly on Broadway but has done a few movies in Hollywood

He radiates main character energy and he does become the main character most of the time (on hollywood at least)

On Broadway he mostly enjoys being apart of the ensemble because this boy loves dancing

But he does play a few supporting characters

He has released one or two albums too because his singing is top tier

But isn’t interested in doing a lot of live concerts with his albums

Since no one has the time to say Josephino Jorgelino De La Guerra he turned it into Jojo De La Guerra (so much for ‘a special nickname only for friends and family’)

Mike and Ike

They’re a pop boy band and bcs of my lack of creativity it’s called Mike and Ike

At the start of their career :

“My name goes first because I’m older than you!” - Mike

“You’re only older than me by 13 minutes, holy shit!” - Ike

But Ike slowly accepts the fact that it’ll be like this yknow

Anyways they’re pretty great singers

They have one direction and new hope club vibes

Tho unlike one direction they can dance (i love the boys alright but i really think it’s funny that they can’t dancelkhjjlh)

They like to switch from the guitar (electric and/or acoustic) to the piano

The amount of times their name is confused by the candy is too many

But they like it like that lol

Anyways i’ve mentioned a headcanon where Mike has tattoos (not like from head to toe but it’s fairly noticeable to everyone) and Ike has piercings

So the only way their fans tell them apart is by that

But there are times where Mike has his tattoos covered or Ike took his piercings off in public alone. A fan mistakens them for the other twin but they still respond to the other name because they don’t feel like there’s a need to correct them since they’re mostly known by Mike and Ike anyways. When the fan posts it on instagram and tags the twin they thought it was the twin that was tagged would comment “wrong twin but nice pic you two”

Happens wayyyyy too many times. Their fans are officially scared to approach one of the two in public alone without their differentiating indicators on which is which

And yes it is widely known that they argue a lot when it comes to writing songs

Nothing out of the ordinary sibling squabble yknow but it’s a lot

But they do end up finding a solution to the topic of their argument and make a good team at the end of the day

Hotshot

He’s an actor

On Broadway, he’s one of those actor’s that is mostly good in just the acting and singing

He can’t dance to save his life sjdfghaf

So Jeremy Jordan yknow asj;oghajshf

No not really. He can dance a little bit

So he’s mostly the main character

But he’s widely known for his works in Hollywood

He does a lot of drama. Think stuff like Elite and Designated Survivor. Yeah those kinds of heavy drama (well idk i think those two are pretty heavy)

He wants to release his own music because he’s a pretty good singer but he can’t write songs to save his life either jgnjafjasf

And all the demo songs he was suggested by producers isn’t his cup of tea

So he’s no singer ladies and gents ://

The name Hotshot is used to name his social media platforms. He always adds a description in his bio’s that Hotshot is a nickname his friends and family use so his fans and the media refer to him with his name

I headcanon Hotshot’s real name is Tyler or some sort. No don’t ask me what’s his last name is because idk either lol

Sniper

She’s a model, beauty and fashion youtuber (I’m pretty sure those are two different things tho idk i don’t watch youtube religiously anymore), and just an influencer in general

Instagram game on p o i n t

I know most beauty youtubers go by their names but uhh… i don’t think i’ve ever thought of a first name for Sniper but I really think she really would just go by Sniper Wah on the internet (Idk she seems like an Ashley in my head but feel free to recommend headcanon names to me)

Anyways she’s very fashionable

Tommy Boy (i’ll get to him just wait aight?) and Buttons are her fashion besties

The three of them pretty much appear in each other’s Youtube video not Tommy’s tho bcs he doesn’t have one lol

Sniper’s brand are huge sun hats

I have no idea how or why but that girl has sun hats vibes I can’t explain any further I’m sorry

Doesn’t have a clothing line but does have a make up brand of her own. She calls it Sniper. Yeah that’s it akjfhjf

Smalls

She’s a twitch streamer and youtuber like race and albert

They’re a youtube trio everyone loves it

And yes she does go by Smalls

Oh and she also dances like her two stupid besties thanks for asking

Bubblegum is her brand (idk how to explain she just has the vibe)

She is skateboard chick

I’m imagining a video collab of her and Al on a skatepark doing stupid challenges

It’s her most viewed video

Tommy Boy

Ok ok he’s a model, influencer, and dancer

So think a male version of Gigi Hadid that dances

No he doesn’t have a youtube channel but frequently has made an appearance on Buttons’ and Sniper’s videos

Yes his instagram feed is also very amazing

He goes by Tommy Boy

People genuinely thinking ‘Boy’ is actually his last name and kinda think it’s strange but doesn’t complain

Tommy literally didn’t think people would think it was his last name. But they did anyways

Les

Let’s just get straight to the point : he’s a famous tiktoker

And yes, ppl are surprised at the fact that him, Davey, and Sarah are related to each other

To the people that made it through this entire list. Congratulations and thank you for your validation. Have a wonderful evening and stay hydrated

i will write at least one oneshot out of this au i promise!!

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tinderboxofsillyideas · 5 years ago

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ARTISTS! COMIC DUBBERS! ATTENTION, PLEASE!

I have a story for y'all and this story is not so bright and beautiful. I thought I would not talk about it in public, but I can't leave the situation like this, because it's important. I just have to do that, because I don't want people get in the same situation.

I will talk about you @undertalecomictv. No offence.

One year ago I get a message from David - owner of "Undertale Comic TV” and "Sans Comic TV" on YouTube. He asked me about promotion and using my videos (animations and memes) on his channels. I had a terrible headache at that day and this offer was a little bit strange to me. I asked to clarify how it supposed to work and for some reasons I said "yes" at the end. That was a dumb decision, because I didn't realize what I'll get and why I even said yes. But I don't have any regrets, because I can say a lot of things now. This how our first dialogue looked like:

I have to mention – we DID NOT talk about comic dubs as well, I just made a suggestion like "It will be cool to see comic dubs from you in the future, but that's just a thoughts". We did not talk about any agreement, I just said it and that's all. After half of the year, I got a message with dub of one of my Kustard comics. I was happy to see it, because this dub was very cool and this was the first time when somebody made a dub for me. I was too happy and did not see what I missed. I just… enjoyed. They leaved a links on me in the description and in the video too, so that was totally fine and I shared this dub with my followers in both communities – foreign and Russian.

All was good, I got a couple of more dubs, and I loved them really much, but in one day I saw something what made me feel like "???". I saw a video on SCTV with a frame from my animation (Bloom meme). It was used as a thumbnail, with erased reply from echo flowers. This video contained comic of my friend @nsfwgarbagedump

The most important – there was a several pages what me and @hakkids has colored. In this video was no credits in description. Only nicknames of Crude and me (Hakki was not even included but we worked together on coloring and we're still making colors for the rest of the pages). I was confused, because frame from animation was cropped out of my video (I did not post this pic anywhere, I remember that). When I gave a permission to use my videos I did not think they will be used in this way. That's just not nice.

I saw a part two and there was my art again, but none of my content in the video. There was rest of b&w pages and I can't understand why my art was used for the thumbnail if there's none of my stuff in the video. They could use one of the pages or frames from comic for a thumbnail, but they used my stuff because it looks good? That's a clickbait, you know?

Crude had a conversation with them and after that they deleted their comic, both of the parts. I was sad about the fact they did not leave the credits on us like LINKS, because some of the people having a problems with searching artists, and that would be better to leave the links, not only nicknames:

I was too disappointed and had a thought about ask them to stop making dubs on my stuff. I messaged them with this offer, even if I loved their dubs before – there was no way out. I got an answer like this:

After that, I was confused a bit more. They made a dub of our modified Kustard before in one of the compilations. I was happy to see that at first, but Hakki told me one thing, which turned all the tables. They messed up with voices and some specific details, includes the fact they DID NOT asked about permission from Hakki about using Ras (modified Red) in the dubs. Yes, those comics was made by me, but Ras belongs to Hakki and I got a permission to use him in my stories, because hell – we are friends, so we allowed to use our boys in our comics.

If somebody giving you a permission to make comic dubs (but they did not get a permission from me on this either if we look at the situation a bit closer) you have to ask again before using Fan-Characters/Original Characters in dubs. They can have some specific differences and it's always better to ask. Much better to send SAMPLES too, because some people can be picky. If you don't want to make all those "difficult" stuff – just do not touch FC's and OC's. And ask ALL the artists if you want to make dubs with two (or more) characters which belongs to different people. The first one can say "yes, sure!" and the second one can be against it. Respect people! Ask them about their characters!

I asked to delete all the videos with our modified Kustard (or at least cut out the fragments with them), and when I told this was not only my desire, I got a message which made me super confused and angry at the same time. I got an excuse like "we worked so hard, give our permission to keep your videos". I was triggered about it, because I'm already told about the reasons why I asked to delete those videos.

I told about that again and said about I worked hard too, because that's true. Artists spend a lot of time when they working on one picture, so that's no need to talk about making comics or animations. So I had to ask to delete the modified Kustard, OR I'll ask to delete ALL my stuff from the channels. If they'll refuse – I'll strike them down. You can see my full answer below:

And who knows what I will get on my simple ask to delete only modifications…

I don't know, maybe I'm cruel piece of garbage or what, but I HATE when people use excuses like family and stuff. That's super lame and I can explain why I think in that way. You know, all of us have families, somebody has children too but people didn't use this fact as an excuse to make shit and break the rules. If you have a sweetheart and babies – how can you use them like this? It looks like you're only worrying about yourself, and did not want to pay attention to feeling of the artists which works you're using in dubs. I can understand all those things, because I have a family too, just like other artists do. I even have some ill people in my family and we have to pay big amounts to help them, plus bills, buying food, etc. BUT! I DID NOT use all this stuff for this kind of situations! I just continue to work and that's all!

That's the same situation like ask the artist to make you an art for free because you're poor little creature and you have no money to pay for your bills, clothes, etc. NOBODY have to work for free and nobody have to break the low to get something what they want! That's an awful shit, don't do that!

About monetization, huh? You know I don't like liars, I disrespect them, but I disrespect the greedy ones liars even more. My videos was monetized on those channels and NOBODY WARNED ME ABOUT THAT. I just got an excuse like "I asked some artists in the past and they was okay with monetization". Well duh? If one person said "yes" that doesn't mean you can just being a sly shit and don't ask people about monetization their content ever again. You HAVE TO ask artists about that! Somebody can be against it! This content is NOT YOURS, so that's terrible to make moneys on works of artists who probably get NOTHING for their works. Nothing but love and appreciation, and sometimes they even doesn't have this too. And that's sad.

I can understand you have to pay dubbers for their voices and work, David, but you had to ask about monetization anyway. That's just not cool. I don't know about people in your crew and I don't know are they even know about that, but I'm really disappointed. I can say thanks to Jordan Woollen for his voice. Btw – he's good in voice acting and I can be grateful to him for those minutes of happiness. I don’t think that is his fault.

If keeping of these channels is too hard for you – maybe you should find something what will fits you more? Something where you will not need to lie to people or making something like this. I dunno, maybe you can be a better person? Or you just like to make people feel bad or thinks about they're cruel with you… Who knows? You told my stuff has been deleted from your channels, but you didn't. Some of the videos are hidden, and I can see that because I have links. So why are you lying to me again? Just delete them, I'll not allow to bring them back. Because I can't trust you now.

Limited is not the same thing as deleted, my friend.

That was heartbreaking. I LOVED those dubs with all my soul and I couldn't even imagine all will end like this. I just disappointed and this story was broke me on a couple of days. But after I recovered myself, I decided to make this post. I just can't hold it in my soul anymore…

If I got a true apology with something like "yes, I understand how hard to be an artist and how much strength you spent to make arts and comics, so I'm sorry. It was my mistake that I did not tell you" maybe I could allow you to continue to make dubs. But you started to feed me with excuses about how hard that was for you. You totally forgot about my feelings. I don't have any hate to you, David. And I don't call people to hate you for what you've done. I just told them my story. Maybe you lied some of them as you done with me, and now they will decide what to do by themselves. But think about it and stop acting like this to people. Please.

Dear voice actors, I begging you – please, ask permissions before making dubs, talk with artists about all the issues. Ask them about monetization, about their characters, credits, etc. Please, respect their feelings and make a good things! I love dubs and I'm always want to support good dubbers, so don't play with feelings of people. We're doing are best to make a cool stories which you could dub. And some of us ready to pay you for this. Because you’re bring some good vibes with your dubs when you making them with love and desire.

Dear artists – be careful with some kind of offers. Talk with dubbers and ask them about everything. Do not be shy to make it, and if you don't like something – tell them about it before it's too late. Don't be such a softie like I was.

Guys, do not be a dicks, respect each other and try to become better on the next year. Artists, comic dubbers – y'all great while you respect the work of each other. We all have hard work, so be good people and don't lie to anybody. Thank you for your attention, Marry Chrysler and happy holidays!

#long post #signal boost #text post

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hannya-writes · 4 years ago

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Hihihi! I know it's kinda crazy and I just found your acc but I was LITERALLY thinking about a Marvel-SVU crossover and found yoooooou. I mean... The algorithm lead me to you. It's ✨ Destiny ✨ haha So I was wondering if you could write something Marvel-SVU kinda with Carisi x reader (i don't know if you watch agents of shield) where reader has to go UC for Shield and falls in love with him and he finds out she's Shield etc. I don't know if I'm making any sense rn I'm just really happy I found you. And now I sound creepy but it's already too late and I'm sending this.

Dear @lapaquerette : I do not watch Agents of shield, but I did my best! I swear I did! 😭 you totally made sense! But I feel like there's part of this story that are not so good, anyways~ let's get to the story!!

Title: Don't Tell anyone

Fandom: MCU and Law and order SVU

Pairing: Sonny Caruso x Reader

Other characters: no, I think no

Category: romance

Warnings: this doesn't have a happy ending bc I'm bad writing those! This is long I think.

Author's note: for a moment I thought of making this a serie, but my head couldn't stand it! I don't feel like I can picture Carisi in the right way so probably he's going to be very OOC. Also I'm not supper proud of this because I literally did what I wanted with the time line, Captain America: Winter Soldier happens in 2016 however Caruso es ADA in 2020 if I'm not wrong but in this case the events of winter soldier happen in 2020. Also there's like 2 years of difference btw WS and Civil War, and I tried my best! To make everything fit, but you know, you can kick my ass in comments.

• • •

The mission was supposed to last just a couple of days. Y/n had to pose as an assistant to the Junior ADA's why did they need assistance she didn't know, but when Nick fury assigned her there she just didn't dared to ask.

"Find out what's going on there" he had said as if it was a life or dead situation.

Pepto. That's what happened. High expectations was the other thing happening. The Junior ADA's where being pressed, running towards death case by case.

It was boring, the first two days Y/n had played "who's the jerk of the room?" She had found more than one, stress made that to people. Who cares about cordiality when they had to put people in jail? The answer was Dominic "Sonny" Carisi.

Sonny never yelled or snapped at people, he always asked nicely about papers, he said "Good Morning" and "thank you". He was a gentleman, a knight in a shiny armor. He made funny jokes even when he was struggling with a case.

Y/n had felt a weird desire to help him after just one encounter. The puppy eyes, she reasoned. After that day when he was in court she appeared there, sat and suddenly the people being cross-examined poured the truth without control or bursted in fit of rage confessing everything. She wasn't making something bad, she was helping, which she was supposed to do. No one was going to link her to those incidents. No one knew what she could do.

— copies, now — one of ADA's order her and she almost pushed the asshole and told him to do it himself, it was only a copy machine, he only had to push a button! However, Y/n was a trained spy, she had control over every muscle in her face to not make a disgusted expression at the tall and skinny man. 63 ways to kill him appeared in her head in a second.

— Sure thing — she said in a gently tone, entertaining her mind in the more horrible ways to deal with Tommy.

Tommy Parish, a bully in and out of court, linked to the Irish Mafia. He thought he was a big fish, prepotent but surprisingly brilliant. He was like a weasel. He wasn't that important. Shield wasn't interested by his night activities. They thought there was something else, something more important. Y/n didn't think so. The more interesting thing there was...

— Oh, Sorry didn't meant to...— Sonny said as he almost hit Y/n with the door.

— my fault, I was standing here like a creep — she took the guilt with a sheepish smile.

— A penny for your thoughts — he said as he walked outside and Y/n instinctively followed, as she usually followed after director Nick Fury,

— I think I'm being punished — she said while walking aimlessly, if Sonny had walked in the male restroom she would have probably followed him blindly.

— punish? For what? Did Tommy said something mean to you again? — the blond man sounded concerned and for Y/n it was refreshing, people around her tended to be more defensive around her than being worried about her well being.

— no! I think Tommy is warming up to me — Y/n said proudly — it's my umm... Dad, he send me to live here and I think is because he is mad at me —

There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

— why would he be mad? You are amazing! — Sonny sounded so positive and brilliant, he always seemed to have that aura around him, even in the worst cases. Y/n noticed it, and worried her when he started to lose his shine.

— in my last job, I made a mistake and people got hurt — the confession was sincere. She wasn't lying, she was omitting that those people didn't just "got hurt", they died. She had killed them.

— You are human, humans make mistakes — he said stopping in front of an embellished door. — talk later? — he asked and Y/n nodded with a smile.

•••

After a month everything still was normal. No conspicuous action, no weird people. Y/n wondered why was she there? Was she really being punished by Fury? She had made a mistake, she had chose to save a person, she couldn't know that the objective was going to detonate the whole place. She couldn't read every single thought, her brain would melt if she even tried.

— Sorry, I need to... — said Sonny pointing at the copy machine, y/n blushed for being caught spacing out, again for the 4 time in a week

— I'm so sorry, allow me — y/n extended a hand offering to make the copy for Carisi.

— don't worry, I can push a button — he said making her smile and feel weird.

— please Mr. Carisi, let me be of help — she offered tilting her head a little bit, Sonny found that little action distracting and cute enough to give her the papers he needed to copy.

He saw her move, she was so elegant even just making copies.

— thank you — he told her sighing exhausted.

— don't worry Mr. Carisi, I'll do this, get it in a folder and get it back to you, why don't you go rest your eyes a bit? — she asked with a smile, noticing his tired demeanor

— I'll do it, if you start calling me Sonny — he negotiated and she laughed whole heartedly — come on, everytime you call me Mr. Carisi I feel like you are talking to my father —

— fine, you got yourself a deal — she offered her hand and he took her in his bigger one. Sonny felt asleep with the sound of the copy machine working.

— Sonny, Sonny — Y/n soft voice took him out of dreamland, he found out in that moment that his Nickname sounded awesome from Y/n lips.

•••

From Sonny's eyes y/n was an amazing woman who was able to help everyone with their tasks, she made copies, keep archives ordered, got everything for everyone. She made time to know all of the junior's ADA's of "her room", she served coffee when needed, got them food, kept clean clothes for them just in case. She was like a mother. Sometimes she even helped them found the info they needed. She made all of that and made it with a polite smile. She had been there for like a year and their interactions where short, but he was head over heels for her.

Why? Because she got a great sense of humor, she was nice, smart, sassy when needed, had an excellent memory, she made the best black coffee he had ever tasted. She never got nervous no matter the circumstances. He didn't understand how or why was she assigned to be the "mother hen" of 7 ADA's, but he was thankful. Some days became better the moment she gave him a smile and he imagined that smile was just for him.

Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. It was past midnight and he was still in his office, working on papers. Practicing his opening statement.

— the truth... The truth....— he repeated trying to remember the next point of the speach. He grunted frustrated.

— Sonny? — the sudden voice made the attorney jump and Y/n laughed.

— Geez, doll! — he exclaimed surprised — You should use a bell — added more awake than before.

— doll? — Y/n questioned rising an eyebrow, Sonny turned red.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you — he quickly apologized.

— you didn't, I actually like it — she admitted — I'll allow it — added in a solemn voice — with a condition councilor, only in private I don't need more gossips going around—

After saying those words, Y/n knew that she was digging her own grave. She liked Sonny.

•••

Y/n looked at her phone horrified. Nick had send her and encrypted message. Which was resumed to: You are free of SHIELD, live the life of Y/n Veith. The life he had created for her, an identity that couldn't be connected to the Spy agency. Y/n Y/l/n had died in what they called something like the purge of Hydra. He didn't needed her. He had died. Captain america had basically destroyed the corrupted SHIELD. This was her life now. She was what? a secretary? An assistant?

She should had fail with SHIELD, she should had been there with Fury, protecting him. But she didn't. She pretended nothing happened and followed his last order to her: live like Y/n Veith.

She went with the flow. Acted like everything was just fine, made a routine, followed it to the last point. Untill one day out of the blue she broke down crying in Sonny's office. He was her friend.

— what happened? — he asked on the other side of the desk, surprised that in the middle of his speech, y/n started crying. The case was difficult, a father died to protect his daughter. The teenager girl had been raped and her father was killed by the rapist. It was way more complicated but, that were the facts.

— sorry, sorry — she said cleaning her face with her hands, Sonny approached and offered her a handkerchief that she took hesitantly. — I lost, I lost him — she stuttered.

Sonny kneeled by her side, took the handkerchief and cleaned her beautiful face.

— I'm so sorry, doll — he said even if he didn't understand, Y/n felt his consternation.

— my father died — she said with a soft voice — my house burned down — she added and Sonny understood, her father adopted her, he had saved her and then lost it all. The case had hit too close to her.

— Come on, we had enough of this case — he decided getting up, taking her hands to get her to stand — I'll take you home — he said and she smiled with sadness.

— I don't want to go to my department — she confessed getting up and Sonny gave her a soothing smile.

— We can go to my place — he offered without a second intention, she nodded and they walked away from the office, Sonny ordered an Uber.

Outside of One Hogan place with a heavy heart, y/n leaned against Sonny and he hugged her while waiting for their ride, and during the ride.

Y/n fell asleep without nightmares for the first time in the 6 months after the dead of Nick. Sonny by her side, over the covers and behind a "wall" of pillows fell asleep with the image of a peaceful Y/n.

•••

Three months later, Y/n entered Sonny's little office, she said a "sorry to interrupt", the blond man stopped writing and turned to her eagerly, he tried to suppress his desire to look into her eyes but he wasn't that good at that.

He hadn't seen her in more than 14 days thanks to his overflow of cases and her being stole by homicides DA, who had discovered she was very good in investing.

She muttered a "what?" In mockery, as if the distance and time hadn't even happened and added a "I got you a donut!". A donut that he had craved since morning but wasn't able to get. He sighed a laugh, sometimes it was as if she could read his mind.

— you are life saver, doll— he sighed in relief taking the donut from her hand.

— Should I get you some coffee? — she asked with that caring tone that made him feel special.

— I would love that — he accepted as she merrily went to the coffee machine and poured him a cup and then a glass of water.

Sonny wondered about where did those pretty and elegant glasses came from, have they always been there? She left a bag in the table and walked back to him. He pretended to be working but it was hard to act when she was walking towards him with that dark red pencil skirt that hug perfectly the curb of her hips, the black blouse making contrast, hanging a bit loose over her torso.

— thanks doll — he said when she put the coffee and water in a corner of the desk, he looked at her with a smile — water? — he asked with a joking tone, y/n nodded

— yes, sir — she said in the same joking mood — I took an account of the caffeine you ingest by day, this could be dangerous for your health, so for every cup of caffeine, one of water — she explained with as much confidence as a lawyer making an opening statement.

— are you worried about me? — he was almost flirting, she blushed even if they sometimes flirted a bit.

— I worry about all of you — she pointed out and gave a mischievous smile that made Sonny blush.

— thank you, doll — he quipped with a smile, she smiled back and walked away to Parish desk, the man sat there looked down to his papers as Y/n put a bagel by his hand.

Sonny noticed how Tommy's ears got as read as a tomato and turned to look at her with adoration, the same look the other ADA's got everytime she was near. He had seen how things slowly changed with Y/n presence, at first they were rude, condescending, then they realized that she was excellent in her work. She had saved all of them more than once with little actions.

Y/n had a charming aura and some men in the office had asked her out, Tommy included, but she always turned them down, with an excellent excuse. "I'm seeing someone".

Carisi wondered who. Who was she dating?

•••

— Coffee — she announced as she took a folder and put it carefully away.

Sonny smiled and suddenly thought of Y/n lie about she seeing someone. She had never tell him about her boyfriend, he thought of all of those slice of life moments they had, the banters they have, the many times she had helped him. The times she would stay in his apartment so she wouldn't be alone.

Was he the person she was seeing?

— do you have plans for tonight? — he asked abruptly and Y/n looked at him surprised.

— I got a date with my bed, but I can reschedule — she offered with a smile, she could rest later, she had to enjoy every moment with Sonny.

— do it, I'll take you to a wonderful place — He said with all of his confidence, she giggled — after work? — she nodded contently.

— It's a deal — she said before walking away with a big smile in her face.

Sonny felt stupidly happy. It was him. She was dating him unofficially.

•••

That night Y/n tried to look as perfect as was possible in work clothes, she had refreshed herself, use a little more of make up. She was excited, she really liked Sonny and had wanted to go on a date with him, no work talk, no solving ways to state a question. She wanted to know him in a more personal way.

They sat in a table of a nice looking bar, a decent one. It wasn't pretentious, they actually served food and not just greasy fast food. She had told him distorted versions of stories with her "family and friends", (since she couldn't talk about her real life and training) like that time her father had taught her how to use a gun for her homework and she discovered she had weak fingers.

She heard about his time as a Police officer, a detective nonetheless! Sargent Benson seemed to be a very empathic person, Detective Tutuola was definitely a funny man, Amanda was for him like one more of his sisters. And Sonny discovered that she was adopted by a man called Nick, Nick Veith he guessed, since he thought that was her real last name.

She had two "adopted" sister and a brother: Maria, Natalie and Clinton. Maria was righteous, Nat was smart and sassy, Clint was funny and sometimes really annoying. Sonny thought he would get along easily with them.

They laughed between stories, they were getting fun untill Y/n felt there was something wrong. Something was about to happen. Something bad.

— Something wrong? — Y/n barely registered Sonny's voice before jumping over him yelling a "get down". A telekinetic wake made the other around people fall to the ground just in time as a rain of bullets came from the broken windows.

Sonny heard the glass breaking, people screaming in panic. Saw the bullets fly over him and the bottles in the bar breaking in slow motion. He had never experienced anything like that. The light weight of Y/n over him. And his monkey mind thought about how right that felt.

There was a "clank" from a gas' bomb, then a flash and a cloud of white smoke. People stood up and started running.

— Y/n — Sonny pulled her to see her face, he thought she would be scared, paralyzed from fear. However, when he saw her face there was no fear, she seemed confused, puzzled. — come on, we have to move —

Y/n was thinking the same, but she didn't know what was the right move: defend everyone there using her not-so-human powers? Run away and pretend to be a delicate woman, scared of the situation?

— doll? — Sonny sounded worried and in almost panic, a switch turned as boots hit the floor of the bar.

— Stay behind me — Y/n said with confidence getting up, feeling the presence of 8 people surrounding them, circling them. — and... — she looked at Sonny worried — don't get scared — she pleaded softly.

— Y/n Y/l/n surrender yourself — someone yelled and the woman felt her skin crawl, she hadn't hear her name in more than a year. It sounded good.

— is this about the accords? — She thought, aware of the Sokovia accords and what they proposed. She hadn't signed them. No one was supposed to know about her, her powers, she hadn't expected the government to notice her.

Nat? Clint? Maybe Maria had told them.

— That's right, put your hands in the air — the man ordered in a shout. Y/n closed her eyes and closed her hand in a thigh fist, making the fog disappear.

— Sorry, I can't do that— she confessed pushing the man with telekinesis. — I'm not a weapon you can use —

A new row of bullets flew towards Y/n and Sonny. A bright green light appeared in her eyes and all of the bullets stopped in the air, traces of the same light that made Y/n shine seemed to contain the little bullets like tendrills, the bullets turned in the air pointing at the squadron that was attacking her

— Y/n, no! — Sonny made her react, the tendrills disappeared and the bullets fell useless to the ground as the woman turned to see the Attorney.

— Sonny, sonny — she stuttered worried— no, no, no, no, I would never hurt them, I'm not a monster, I'm not! — she said almost in panic,not because of the attack but for the ideas Sonny could get.

Sonny saw the green and now red light form an eyes over Y/n, then monsters from nightmares formed from the light, monsters like dogs, with skulls covering the hideous animals with blood dripping from their snouts, bodies wet with a black substance. The animals roared and jumped to defend them.

Y/n saw fear in Sonny's eyes. She recognized it, a bright tendril started to form in the exact point of her heart, the fear taking form in her presence. Her hand squished the light over her chest, stopping something else to form.

He didn't know what to say. Carisi knew about the avengers, the new york incident had affected his work, he had saw everything about "ultron", he was informed about Tony Stark and the avengers every move. But he didn't know what was he supposed to say? "Sign the accords" was what he wanted to say. It was selfish for him to ask that, he couldn't do it.

— doll, you're not a monster— he finally found his own voice to say that. — but you have to go —

— Sonny, I... — the ADA put a strand of hair behind Y/n ear taking her by surprise.

— If you don't mind, I'll like to kiss you — he said making her blink in disbelief.

— yes please...— she said and Carisi smiled brightly, his large hand caressed her cheek and softly leave a tender kiss in her soft lips. It barely lasted more than a second. When Carisi opened up his eyes, everything was back to normal. Like a couple of minutes ago, right before the shooting.

In the table was a note: "Don't tell anyone" he recognized Y/n writing. He wondered if everything had been a dream, a hallucination. A part of him told him that no, that couldn't be his imagination. Y/n had left.

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princess-of-the-corner · 5 years ago

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Feel free to ignore, but what do you think would change if Adrien was a girl with optional boy Marinette? (Trans or cis, your preference)

Let's make them both trans just for fun! I'll use the typical gender swap names of Marin and Adrienne. (Also, slight warning: I'm half-asleep and also dumb, so I might accidentally use their Canon names/genders. I'm not trying to be an asshole I'm just dumb and tired)

So both transitioned pre-series. However. There's differences on who knows.

Marin: Other than his parents, its mostly old friends like Nino and Kim remember Marin pre-transition. They still sometimes call him "Nette"/"Nettie" as a nickname, but Marin doesn't mind because it doesn't immediately out him. Rose and Juleka also know because Juleka and Marin both got trans vibes off each other and came out to one another. Other than that, most of the class only remembers Marin as a boy and he doesn't feel the need to tell everyone outright. Some people guess because Marin is very LGBT+ involved, so they know he's somewhere in that.

As for Adrienne, she's unfortunately out to everyone because the Agrestes are well known. Adrienne made her modeling debut modeling boys clothes, but after coming out to her parents she was switched to modeling female clothes(because Gabriel might be a fuck but at least he's not a transphobe!). It was kind of a big PR thing when it happened, and she still sometimes gets misgendered in magazines, but that's what the lawyers are for! As I said though, Adrienne doesn't have quite as much privacy on who she can tell because of that. Though the class doesn't immediately know because they weren't paying attention to the Agrestes before meeting Adrienne, they do find out through articles about her now that they're paying attention.

Onto some changes, let's start with Chloé! She still sees Adrienne as her best friend/almost sibling, and is very protective/possessive of her. But it doesn't come across as a romantic crush because Chloé can't use Adrienne as a "let me pretend I'm straight" crush. She will fight anyone who misgenders Adrienne though. The fact that Chloé can be friends with someone as sweet and kind as Adrienne without any 'crush' to explain her interest gets people looking at her in a new light. Like a "huh. Maybe she's not a total bitch?", and everyone decides to subtly work with her/give her a chance to be nicer.

Marin still befriends Alya in Origins but doesn't come out to her immediately. Adrienne also befriends Nino too.

Marin also still develops a crush on Adrienne. While he didn't pay attention to Agreste Family Drama before, he is aware that Adrienne is trans so that's not an issue in his anxieties.

On the flip side: Ladynoir. Or Lordnoire.

Lordbug and Chat Noire are Paris's Heroes. And they're dynamic is pretty much the same, except Chat Noire is less open in her flirting at the beginning.

The reason for that is because she doesn't know if Lordbug will like her if he finds out she's trans, so she doesn't quite get her hopes up until later. Because Chat Noire tells Marin during a "Marichat Moment", so next "Lordnoire" moment, Lordbug drops a "btw I'm trans" into the conversation.

So a lot of the plots don't change. But some of the crush drama does. Let's start:

Nathaniel in Evilustrator: Nath still has a crush on Marin. Chloé doesn't tease the crush as much in this version because she might be a bitch but outing someone like that is a line she doesn't cross. Nathaniel kind of ends up outing himself because Evilustrator takes Marin on the date and everyone connects those dots.

Nino in Animan: Nino still has a crush on Marin but is having more of a LGBT-related debate within himself. He's like "I have a crush on Marin, which should mean I'm not straight because he is a guy. But as he is my first guy crush will he see it as me being not-straight or will he think I'm still straight but not accepting him? And even worse, is that what I'm subconsciously doing???" By the end, DJWifi still happens and Nino can tell Marin "so I'm not straight and I did have a crush on you but also I now have a crush on Alya and we're dating!". The power of being locked in a panther cage.

Théo in Copycat: Because he's straight, Théo's crush is on Chat Noire instead. She rejects him for several reasons, the biggest being that she's in love with Lordbug. Théo ends up as a Copybug instead, jealous that Lordbug has captured the heart of his crush. Lordbug thinks it was because he didn't come to the statue thing, but after he's defeated he apologizes to Chat Noire about how he reacted to her rejection. Lordbug'a just standing there like "wait, if you were upset she rejected you, why'd you turn into fake me???". Chat Noire helps dodge that by pointing out that they're about to detransform.

Kagami: I'm debating on this. Tbh I want to set it up for my usual polyship as endgame, but That's not the debate. The debate is whether Kagami has a crush on Adrienne and the "oh no I'm gay!" Panic, or Kagami gets the crush on Marin first. Either way, she ends up having a friendship with Marin earlier.

Luka: while I could switch the crushes like I did with Kagami, Luka initially interacts with Marin more than Adrienne. Polyship is endgame like usual, but it's lining up as more of a Mariharem. On the other hand, Adrienne might have a closer friendship to Juleka because transgirl solidarity, which would give Adrienne an excuse to be over more and in the process get to known Luka more too.

Now for the real fun plot: Lila.

Because of Lila's manipulative nature, I wouldn't put it past her to pretend to be gay to get the money/power that would come with seducing Adrienne. Especially because while she would pretend to be accepting, she wouldn't see Adrienne as a 'girl'.

However, let's have a twist in the AU and point out that Lila has other options for her 'meal ticket'. After all, everyone in every salt fic has pointed out how Canon!Mari has the same connections that Lila attempts to lie about!

So, Lila decides to try seducing Marin instead. She doesn't know that Marin is trans and that'll be an issue later but for now it's her plan.

Marin still clocks Lila as a liar because while Lila did enough research to avoid telling lies Marin can easily disprove(like the Jagged's cat one), she still did the 'Lordbug's my bff!' Thing. He gives the half-truth to Lila of "Lordbug was upset you would lie about him and is looking for you to tell you to stop".

Volpina happens as in Canon. Except her Illusion at the Eiffel Tower is Marin instead of Adrien. Though the book plot is slightly different. Marin saw Adrienne with the book, Tikki said "we need to get that!", so Marin managed to start a conversation to try and borrow it. Lila stole it because Marin was interested. Marin does manage to get it back and that goes the same.

Lila then disappears for Season 2, so let's jump to her return in Season 3.

As Marin is her target, she tries to get someone else sent to the back. It ends up being Adrienne, because she's nice even if she thinks Lila's a liar(she can't tell anyone "I know she's a liar because I'm Chat Noire"), and offered to give up her seat for someone who needs it for a disability.(and she was actually asked instead of shoved back there without her input).

Marin tries to call Lila out, but he has less proof than in Canon. As I said, since seducing Marin with lies was Lila's plan, she avoided lies he could disprove. So even without the "jealousy", it's easy to write Marin off as just overly paranoid.

Still, Marin refuses to sit by Lila, and instead goes to the back with Adrienne because she looks lonely. Which pisses Lila off.

Later, Lila decides to threaten both Marin and Adrienne. Though separately, of course.

She tells Marin that she already has his friends under her spell, and it would be so easy to turn them against him if he didn't comply. Not to mention that it'd be hard to convince them that he's not interested. After all, as far as they know, Lila is such a sweet and wonderful girl! She's their friend! Even if Marin is into someone else, why would he be so upset about someone like Lila showing interest?

Marin believes in his friends. But he still panics at the threat.

With Adrienne, Lila tries to play nicer because she thinks that she can manipulate her. Lila plays the "I don't want to let a boy get between us", already planning on painting Adrienne as jealous. When Adrienne tries the nicer "I know you're lying but I think you're doing it because you want friends and I'll be your friend if you stop lying. Also what was that about a boy coming between us because idk what you're talking about?!".

Lila lied and told Adrien she'd try, but of course has no intention of doing that.

The Akuma fight goes about the same.

Afterward, Adrienne talks to Marin about her conversation with Lila. Marin is a little more confident in telling Adrienne about Lila's threats. Adrienne is pissed, and tries to stand up for Marin, but is brushed off because Lila already painted her as jealous.

So neither are believed. For Marin, they believe his suspicions of Lila are tunnel vision of his crush on Adrienne combined with insecurity of "if someone likes me it must be for ulterior motives". Meanwhile, everyone knows that Adrienne likes Marin but is denying it with 'he's just a friend!', and think she's jealous of Lila's interest.

How the turntables.

This would change other Lila-centric episodes like Oni-chan and Ladybug, but I'm too tired to deal with that rn.

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skzshortcake · 4 years ago

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(1/2) I'm an introvert; I love being around people I'm close to, but I also value alone time. When I'm with friends, sometimes I'm super talkative and goofy, and other times I'm quiet and chill. I have a habit of playfully teasing / roasting people. I can get embarrassed easily. I spend most of my time on the internet. My hobbies are listening to music, writing, watching videos, and listening to podcasts.

(2/2) I also play video games every now and then. I'm into cartoons and anime. I love learning about mythology, history, and different cultures. l have a sweet tooth, but I also like spicy food. I'm always craving affection and skinship- I just wanna hold someone and be held, y'know? (Btw, congrats on 100 followers! c: )

hello! I ship you with seungmin!

he’s totally happy to give you alone time

even though he’s an extrovert he makes sure to give you time to recharge because then he knows he can cling to you as much as he wants!

he will roast you back

no hesitation

and he’s very supportive of everything you do

but he won’t ever admit that he’s wrapped around your little finger. you have to figure that out yourself

like when you start talking about mythology when he’s lying on you and gazing up at you with toffee-sweet eyes

when you look back down at him he will bury his face in your tummy because you caught him staring at you

he’s just the sweetest boy ever

reads the signs of when you want to be held and subtly holds out his arm for you to cling on to

he’s happy to sit around and watch an anime with you

it’s not really his thing, but his favorite part about it is watching your reactions to what’s on screen

you are so busy watching the tv that you don’t notice him snapping a couple pictures of your surprised reaction to the show

and he understands what it’s like to feel a little quiet sometimes!

seungmin kinda seems like he is very loud 70% of the time, but the other 30% is him just chilling

so whenever you’re quiet he understands that it’s just that time of day when you’re about out of “extrovert energy”

he will embarrass you sometimes

pulling the drawstrings on your hood so you can’t see, taking bites off of your plate, poking you

but he immediately notices when things have gone too far and makes sure to let you know that he loves you and won’t do that again

under all of his teasing is just cute lil seungmin who wants to make you happy and take care of you!

nicknames he calls you:

bub, cutie

a date you would go on:

study date!

you and seungmin both work diligently but during your breaks he’s messing with your fingers on top of your desk. he makes sure that you take enough breaks. seungmin pretends to cheat and look over at your paper, even though you both know that he already knows the answer.

honorable mention: minho!

#from may!#skz ship #stray kids ship #seungmin headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons

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daybreak-delusion · 5 years ago

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Chapter 9

Introduction: Whitney Goodwinson was planning on inheriting one of her deceased grandmother's properties, but not a little house off the coast of North Carolina. As she struggles to meet new people, fix up her new property, deal with troublemaker JJ Maybank, and perfect her grandmother's infamous lemonade, she might just find that the Outer Banks has more to offer than it seems.

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I want to say that on Sunday I was totally independent and was totally not missing the presence of a certain golden boy at all, but I’d be lying to myself. It wasn't a complete waste of the day though. I did manage to drive the Bee (my new nickname for the Volkswagen) to the hardware store that I saw yesterday and picked up some essentials for fixing up the house. Blue tape, a bunch of paintbrushes and rollers, a couple of gallons of primer and white paint, drop cloths, this anti-rust spray for the garage, about a million trash bags, and some other items that I had to pre-order. The store had limited options for paint so I had to order some from a manual and it would be coming later this week. I figured I would stick to the yellow/lemon theme that she had going on and picked a shade of light yellow. Since the paint should be arriving in a week I had time to get everything situated. Somehow I managed to shove everything into the Bee and make it home. I mean back to the Lemon House. Back at the house, I placed all of my new equipment on the back porch and then headed to the garage. My task for today was going to be cleaning out the garage. I parked the Bee closer to the house so I could have more space and started to realize the trouble I was in. There was just so much junk and the last thing I wanted to do was find the pests that had made a mess of the place. I decided to change into a more suitable outfit for the deep cleaning I was about to do. After switching my sandals for some sneakers and putting on some leggings I made my way back to the garage with a trash can, recycling bin, and a box of trash bags. It was gonna be a long day.

The boxes were filled with all kinds of things. There were old suitcases filled with clothes, rusty pans with ancient stains on them, old fashioned jewelry, and a bunch of old photographs that were in good shape. I was really conflicted about what to get rid of and what to keep. I decided to ditch the pans and pots seeing that they were out of shape. I kept the clothes in case there was a thrift store I could donate them too. Most of the stuff could also be given to thrift stores or antique shops, but there was one box underneath this ancient-looking blanket that seemed different from the others. First of all, it was an actual wooden box, not like the cardboard boxes that had held all of the other items. Unfortunately, there was a lock on the box and it wouldn't open. I didn’t want to break it in case I broke something in the box. Then I remembered the bulletin board where I found the car keys. Walking over to it there were a bunch of different labels for different keys, but one of them didn’t have a label. I figured it was my best bet. Thankfully it was a pretty good bet. When I opened it, a disgusting spider the size of one of Grandmother's lemons crawled out and I bolted out of the garage screaming, knocking over a few boxes in the process. It took me a couple of minutes to calm down and I reluctantly walked back into the garage with a baseball bat I found in my hands. I was shaking as I started to open the box again until I was sure the spider had disappeared. In the box were a bunch of misshapen things covered in old linen cloth and unfortunately spiderwebs. Not wanting to be in the pest infested room anymore I decided to take a break and bring the chest on to the porch. It was a lot lighter than I expected and stained my gray shirt with dust. I placed it on the porch and went inside to grab a damp cloth to clean off the dust. Sitting on the porch I cleaned the box and opened it again. The first misshapen item was a gold locket in good condition, I was excited to see what was in the compartment only to find it empty. The next item was a silver ring with a crop of wheat engraved on it. It was a bit bulky for my taste and definitely had belonged to a man at one point. I slipped it onto my thumb and thought it looked nice with the rest of the rings that I had on. Then at the bottom of the box was an old cracked leather journal with yellow pages. On the bottom right-hand corner the name Elenora Stanton was engraved in gold letters. I instantly knew this stuff belonged in a museum or something the date on the first page was from April 1843.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to myself stroking my hand across the faded ink. The writing was in a small cursive that I could barely make out. It would be easier to read with a magnifying glass. I carefully wrapped the leather-bound book in the white cloth and placed it back into the box. Walking inside I cleared a space for it on the table and set the box down. Thankfully from my knife search when I was making lemonade I got an idea of where everything was in the kitchen and I remembered seeing a magnifying glass in a drawer with a bunch of other random items. I brought it over to the table and opened the old book again. Thank god Mother made me practice writing in cursive or this would have been a nightmare.

23 April 1843

Dear friend as of today, I am eighteen years of age and now get to embark on the responsibilities of an adult. I had received many good wishes of health and good tidings for my birthday and my dearest younger sister Juliana gifted me my most favored gift, this diary. I was also gifted a new church dress from Mother and Father and Aunt Alice promised to take me into town to buy a new corset. She said that all adult women should own a suitable corset and if I am to live with her and Uncle Harry this summer it would be an absolute necessity for me to own one. Mother wishes I would stay home and help care for my younger siblings, but I find it absurd that she puts the task of looking after them on me. If Mother feels too overwhelmed with her offspring then she should simply just hire a nanny. I pray that whoever she hires will be able to keep her sanity after a week of working with my siblings or perhaps Juliana will have to bear my burdens. No matter I mustn’t worry about my family anymore. I am an adult as of today and now am able to focus on the wishes of my own heart. In all truthfulness, my wishes are few in number, but this summer I hope to make more. Aunt Alice says that Outer Banks is a marvelous island and I count the days until we depart. Nonetheless, I still have time to prepare for my departure, till next time dear friend!

30 April 1843

Dear friend this week has been excruciating. Father is beginning to go back on his promise to let me live with Aunt Alice this upcoming summer. He is skeptical of the owner of the island being a colored man and all, but Aunt Alice says that to be truly Christian we must see and treat all people as the children of God and that my father is little-minded. I would never speak to Father with such forwardness so to help my case I have been taking on extra tasks and duties around our home. Juliana has been accompanying me in my tasks as she will be taking over my responsibilities as I predicted. She is quite a quick learner and I’m sure she will be able to manage all of my duties when I leave for the summer. Today we-

The rest of this entry was just explaining all of the chores that Elenora and Juliana had to do on a daily basis. I was incredibly fascinated with the diary and was confused as to why it was in Grandmother's garage? I am interrupted from my thoughts by a buzz coming from my phone on the table. I placed a stray piece of paper where I left off and reached for my phone. Checking my phone I noticed a text from an unknown number.

U/N: Hey Whitney it’s Sarah! My friends and I are going to the beach tomorrow afternoon! I remember you said your board was coming in tomorrow, but if you don’t have it yet John B has an extra one you could borrow! BTW this is nonnegotiable you are coming! We’ll be by at 1. See ya then!

Oh thank god, I was so scared it was going to be Rose Cameron inviting me over for brunch or something.

Also, my mom wants to know if you can do brunch sometime.

Great. Oh well, I guess there could be worse things than free food.

Me: Tell your mother that brunch this Saturday will be fine and I would love to go to the beach with you guys! About the board, I’ll be sure to let you know if I need it or not.

Sarah: Sounds like a plan and be by your dock at 1

Me: Got it see you then!

I was excited to finally have plans that didn't involve me having to wear a dress. I just hope that my board would get in before the afternoon, I’d hate to have to be a bother. I eyed the journal and decided to continue reading. What else did I have to do?

The next few entries were about Elenora’s daily life. Taking care of her siblings, washing the laundry, having tea with her mother’s sewing group, and walking through town with her friends. It was starting to become boring until an entry from June 3rd.

3 June 1843

Dear friend today is the day! I am finally leaving this simple town and am leaving with Aunt Alice and Uncle Harry to The Outer Banks of North Carolina. My soul has reached happiness beyond my comprehension. All of those days of labor around the house finally served a purpose in my measly life. Now I will be embarking to a new place where hopefully anything can happen. Nonetheless, I will not be staying there without a purpose, I am to work in Uncle Harry’s tailor shop mending minor rips and sewing on buttons and such. Mother and father are still reluctant for me to leave our household, but Aunt Alice is most persuasive especially when her favorite niece is involved. We will leave today at noon and then will stay in a tavern closer to the ferry we will take tomorrow. I am just jittery with excitement, this will be a new area for me to explore and I cannot wait to see where it takes me! Till next time dear friend!

It was so strange that this lady, Elenora, was so excited to come to Outer Banks, and just two days ago this was the last place I wanted to be. Maybe I was being a bit ungrateful, maybe this place had more to offer than it seemed. I was absolutely fascinated with the diary, but for real why did Grandmother have it? Maybe she bought it in an auction or it was a gift or something. Looking at my phone for the time I realize it’s a quarter past 1 and I still need to clean out the rest of the garage. Sighing, I closed the diary with a makeshift bookmark and left the house. Bagging up the clothes took the longest, but with the music playing, I didn’t really mind it that much. I had also gotten used to the heat, kind of, so it wasn't completely unbearable. After cleaning everything out and dusting some of the hard to reach corners I decided to power wash the garage. It was disgusting, but it had to be done. The garage was still wet so I decided to bring the remaining boxes to the porch. I was definitely done cleaning for the night and needed some relaxation time. So I cooked up some pasta and steamed vegetables and sat down for dinner. As I was eating my lonely feelings were coming back to me. I was craving company and turned to the diary for something to do.

10 June 1843

Dear friend, I have been staying with Aunt Alice and Uncle Harry for a week now and it has been a thrilling experience. On the ferry ride to the island Uncle Harry let us sit on the top deck and it was exhilarating leaning over the edge to see the water. The shop that Uncle Harry owns is the only tailor shop on the island so they are always busy. We stay in the apartment space above the shop and one of the windows in the parlor gives the most breathtaking view of the ocean. It is so vast and wide that I feel as if I am a small button on a white collared shirt. The apartment is quaint, but I have my very own quarters! There is so much space that I felt quite foolish when I only had my small bag to fill up the drawers. However, Aunt Alice says that if customers are satisfied with their work they sometimes pay extra and that I can keep the excess money for myself! Me owning my own money! It will truly be thrilling I know it. I pray that my skills will be adequate for the shop and that I will exceed my skills. There is still more work to be done, so until next time dear friend!

19 June 1843

Dear friend, I thought that my experiences here on this island could not have been better, but I was proven wrong! This week has been most eventful. It all began on Monday the 13th in the tailor shop. Denmark Tanny, the owner of practically the whole island, came into the shop. He was accompanied by his eldest son Robert Tanny and as they were discussing business with Uncle they mentioned the expertise work on the stitching of a new suit and it was my own work! Thankfully Uncle gave me the credit and I had the pleasure to make their acquaintances. They were truly delightful people and invited us to tea that coming Wednesday at their residence at Tannyhill. Their home was the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen in my existence. It was a mansion. I felt so quaint in my three-year-old Easter dress compared to the lavish home. The Tanny family was most welcoming and tea went by too fast. The conversation was most interesting, although I did not speak much. They talked of the economy and politics and I was too mature on the subject. However what was most interesting was during the conversation I prayed my mind was not presuming it, but Robert kept looking in my direction. Looking back on the occasion I should not be assuming such things, but one cannot help themselves when the presence of an attractive male is in the room. When he smiles I feel nothing, but sunshine and complete bliss. The feeling magnifies when he smiles in my direction. I was anticipating our next meeting, however, Mr. Tanny did not come into Uncle’s shop for the rest of the week. Not all hope was lost however because today after our church services Robert Tanny asked to accompany me on my walk home. I almost fainted with excitement, however, I kept up my studious facade and accepted. On the pathway home, we talked of nature and the ocean. To my disappointment we arrived at the shop rather quickly however, Robert promised to take me to the beach to search for shells so that I may decorate my quarters. I am counting the second until this Thursday comes along. Until next time dear friend!

I wanted to keep reading, but I noticed it was past midnight and I still had a lot to do tomorrow. JJ would be by and I had a list of things for him to get done. I also needed to get enough rest if I was going to go surfing and I didn’t want to be the one lagging behind. Elenora’s diary was just gonna have to wait. As I fell asleep I tried to imagine myself in Elenoras place, wonderstruck about Outer Banks, and starting a relationship with a true gentleman. Oh, how things have changed. Still, the name Tanny sounded really familiar to me, especially their house, Tannyhill. This all did take place on Outer Banks, so maybe some of the places Elenora was talking about still exist. I would have to save it for another day because for now, I needed as much beauty sleep as I could get.

a/n: Hey guys sorry I haven’t updated in a while I am on vacation and have been going through a bit of writers block. But I am revived and am so excited to finish this story. Also like PLOT TWIST can’t wait for you guys to read what’s next! I’m still on vacation so I’ll try to update when I can.

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supermantv · 5 years ago

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the sound of i need you (chap. 2)

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Because he is a gentleman and the streetlights have quickly become the only source of light, Paxton offers Devi a ride home. She thanks him, only a little flustered, but declines his offer, gesturing to her scooter that is laying a few feet away. They live in a relatively safe neighborhood with a low crime rate, but he's still allowed to worry.

Devi leaves first upon his insistence. Paxton watches her retreating figure carefully and climbs into his car only after she's entirely out of his line of sight.. He rests his hands on the steering wheel and takes a deep breath. His thoughts are on the fritz. Paxton is secretly glad that Devi decided not to take him up on his offer to drive her home. He doesn't waste time worrying about it though and starts the car. He fears that if he doesn't start driving now, he won't be able to soon, too busy being preoccupied with never-ending thoughts of her.

When Paxton gets home, his phone comes to life, buzzing obnoxiously in his back pocket. He fishes it out as Becca arrives at the front door to greet him.

"You're late," she points out.

Paxton lifts a brow. "I don't have a curfew?" It is meant to be a definite statement, but comes out as a confused question.

"You're twenty minutes late," Becca says simply. "It's never taken you this long to drive home after practice."

Paxton grins and shakes his head. "Wow, stalker much? It's kinda creepy how much you track my movements, Becca."

His sister huffs. "It's not creepy. You're just boring and predictable."

He feels his jaw hit the floor. He has been called many things. Devilishly handsome, breathtakingly gorgeous, highly attractive. But never in his life has Paxton Hall-Yoshida been accused of being boring and predictable. And he knows his sister likes to mess with him, but wow, this is a devastating blow to his ego.

"I am not boring," he says firmly. "Or predictable."

"Oh, yeah?" Becca narrows her eyes at him.

"Yeah," he says indignantly.

"I'll prove to you right now just how predictable you are."

"Hey! Give me my phone back you little brat!" He shouts but he's not angry. In fact, he's suppressing his own laughter at his sister's antics. He chases after her.

Becca has positioned herself on the opposite side of the kitchen, wisely putting the dining table between them. She has a perfect view of him, enabling her to see any move he may make. He respects her intelligence begrudgingly, and bides his time until he's able to make a grab for his phone.

"You were looking at your phone when you walked through the door," Becca says. "So, I'm guessing someone texted you. And to prove that you are predictable, I'm going to unlock your phone, and I won't be surprised when I see it's a text from some random girl, asking if you want to hang out with her. And this will also prove that you're boring, because all the girls you date are basically interchangeable and one in the same."

Paxton feels a smirk begin to form, because there is one thing his sister hadn't thought of. "You don't know my passcode."

Becca clicks her tongue. "Uh, yes I do, because you're predictable." Becca stresses the word like it is the most obvious thing in the world and giggles.

Paxton groans loudly. "Look, I didn't see who texted me, but this is a violation of my rights."

Becca doesn't reply, fingers busy typing in his passcode. She cheers triumphantly a second later, and he takes that as confirmation that she wasn't lying, and he is predictable, because he has never told anyone that his phone's password is his birthday, but now that he thinks about it, maybe it is a little on the nose.

"Oh!" Becca exclaims, her eyes widening as she scans his screen. Paxton's head snaps up, alarmed and a little frightened at what she may have found.

"What?" He asks, somewhat nervous, because for all he knows, his sister is simply messing with him, but he can't be too sure.

Becca meets his eyes accusingly, but when she speaks, she's smiling widely. "Why didn't you tell me you were talking to Devi again?"

"What?"

"Devi!" Becca grins at him. She slides his phone across the table to him, and his eyes scan his most recent message.

'hey! we forgot to schedule a time to meet up, so i was wondering if tomorrow after school was good? i'm okay with any location. your bedroom. my bedroom. ;) that's a joke btw, lol. just let me know!'

"Your bedroom. My bedroom," Becca says. "Sounds like things are heating up, huh?"

Paxton does his best to will away the blush beginning to form on his cheeks and rolls his eyes. "Calm down, it's not like that. Devi's just messing around."

"Uh-huh." She doesn't sound even a little convinced. "So, why are you meeting up with Devi then?"

Paxton tilts his head back, and focuses on the ceiling of the kitchen. "Devi's uh, going to be my tutor for History."

He is deliberately not looking at Becca so he doesn't have to bear witness to her reaction.

"That's great! She's kind of weird-", a lot weird, "-but she's also super smart, right? How did you even have time to ask her? Oh my God, is that why you were late coming home?"

"Yeah-."

"Wait! I thought you guys were caught up in this really weird fight? Did you two make up?"

Paxton clears his throat and says awkwardly, "I don't know if I would call it a fight necessarily."

"Then what would you call it?"

I would call it, I'm an idiot, Paxton thinks to himself bitterly.

"Nothing," Paxton sighs, finally lowering his eyes to meet her gaze.

Becca offers him a small smile and changes the subject. "Well, even though you are a little predictable, you've successfully proven that you're not completely boring."

"Shut up," Paxton laughs, swiping at her from across the table.

The next day at school, Devi approaches him at his locker.

"Good morning," she chirps brightly.

He takes in her appearance. Rumpled clothing, mismatched socks, helplessly tangled hair. Tired eyes, sagging shoulders, wary smile. He doesn't know why this causes bile to rise in the back of his throat.

"I don't think you've had such a good morning," he comments dryly.

Devi's exhaustion quickly bleeds into embarrassment. She does her best to smooth down her clothes and comb her fingers through her hair, but her efforts are futile, because if anything, she only looks more of a mess.

"Um, it was a late night," Devi finally says sheepishly.

"I bet," Paxton nods, unable to keep the snark out of his voice. "Hot date with Gross?"

Devi's brows crinkle in confusion. "No. I was up all night preparing everything for our study session today."

"Oh."

He's such a fucking jerk.

Awkward silence falls over them.

"Sorry," he murmurs.

"Um, it's okay." Devi expertly steers the conversation in a new direction, adjusting the bag slung over her shoulder. "So," she prompts. "You never answered me last night. Where do you want to study?"

Paxton mulls it over. He's never been inside Devi's house, but considering her mom is decidedly not a member of the Paxton fan club, he's not even sure he wants to set a single toe through the door.

His house doesn't seem like an appropriate alternative either. He can imagine them studying in his room, a dozen papers strewn across the bed. He can imagine Devi speaking, overflowing with knowledge and eager to share with him. He can imagine himself zoning out, eyes drawn to her lips. He can imagine a faint blush crawling across her cheeks, as she realizes he's staring at her mouth, but she'll pretend she doesn't notice and chide him for not listening. He can imagine cutting her off with a chaste kiss. He can imagine pulling back, searching her eyes for permission and being met with a soft smile and a dazed look. He can imagine diving back in, desperate for the taste of her lips on his tongue, and the feel of her body melting into his and-.

Paxton pulls himself from his fantasy before it goes any further, clearing his throat.

"Um, we could study in the library," he offers.

"Oh!" Devi nods in agreement. "That's a good idea. You'll probably be more productive in a more structured environment anyway. And there are more resources available in the library."

"Yeah," Paxton says slowly. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Good idea," she praises, beaming at him.

Paxton feels his face flush. "Yeah so, I've gotta go find my coach before the bell rings, so I'll see you later, Devi."

Devi flashes finger guns at him. "Catch ya later, Pax Attack."

Paxton shakes his head. "Er, you might want to work on that nickname."

She winces and nods. "Noted."

Devi is already waiting for him in the library, and does not look amused when he finally arrives ten minutes late. Sheepishly, he slides into the chair across from her, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, because if he were to sit right next to her, the chances are high he might do something extremely impulsive.

Devi is all business and sass when she speaks.

"I can see you're taking this very seriously."

Paxton bows his head guiltily. "Sorry. I would have been here sooner but Trent needed me for something."

Which isn't a total lie. Trent did need advice on "the ladies" and Paxton was dubbed the man with the most expertise. But, Trent's question was quick and stupid, and it was all Paxton could do to keep from strangling him when Trent suggested that lavender scented deodorant was an appropriate gift for a girl.

"But she's like, super athletic, dude. She's the star of the tennis team!"

Paxton pegs him with an incredulous stare, because his friend cannot possibly be serious. "That doesn't mean she'll want some guy buying her deodorant."

"But why not?" Trent demands, frustrated. "It's practical and thoughtful."

"She'll punch you."

"But why?"

Paxton shakes his head and walks away.

Truth be told, he spent a good seven minutes pacing in the hall outside of the library, inciting more than a few curious stares in his direction.

He's nervous about being so close to her after weeks of ensuring that she'd never get the opportunity to approach him.

He's nervous that she'll bring it up after they've spent an absurdly long time poring over textbooks and making flashcards.

And he's especially nervous that once they get started and she sees how little he knows about AP World History, she won't be interested in him at all.

But, Devi doesn't need to know all of that.

Devi rolls her eyes, but she's smiling faintly. "Okay. First order of business. Turn your phone off and give it to me."

Paxton's hand flies to where his phone rests in his back pocket. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. I don't want you to be distracted by anything. And as an act of solidarity, I'll turn mine off too."

Paxton has no doubt that the biggest distraction of all will definitely prove to be her, but he complies easily and after shutting off his phone, places it in her outstretched hand.

"Excellent," Devi nods approvingly. "I'm going to put your phone in my bag if that's okay with you."

"Go ahead."

After she is finished putting their phones away, nestled safely in the front pocket of her book bag, she slams a huge, at least three inch thick binder stuffed with a gazillion papers onto the table. Paxton gazes at with wide, fearful eyes as Devi pats it fondly.

"I spent all night organizing this," she states proudly.

He grimaces. "Devi, you did not have to do all that. Really."

Devi laughs at his reaction. "Don't worry. This is more for my benefit than yours, just so I know what to cover with you. I was serious about helping you get a good grade on the midterm."

Paxton's shoulders sag with relief.

"So," Devi begins, flipping open her binder. "Where do you think you're struggling most? MCQ's, SAQ's, DBQ's, or LEQ's?"

He swallows. "Um. All of it? Anything with writing is a little more difficult, but yeah."

Devi hums thoughtfully and continues rifling through papers. "Okay. Personally, I also think the essay questions are a little more complex, so we can begin there. Do you think you're struggling more with the subject material or applying your knowledge into a cohesive argument?"

"I don't know," Paxton groans, because already, he feels the familiar wave of anxiety and indecisiveness that rushes over him whenever he's taking a test.

"That's okay." Devi smiles at him encouragingly. "Do you have your old tests with you?"

Paxton nods.

"We can start there."

They spend two hours together in the library after school that day, half of it spent with Devi mulling over all of the returned tests he'd given her. Paxton shifts in his seat restlessly, because she hasn't given him anything to study, and she's also revoked his phone privileges. But mostly he's antsy because there's only one test in the pile that he'd gotten a B- on, two, maybe three C's, and the rest are low D's and a couple F's. And she, arguably the smartest girl in the class, is now looking at his piss poor essays and reading them intently.

Occasionally, she will mutter under her breath, and he's not sure if he's supposed to be paying attention, listening for potentially valuable advice.

"That's not the year Constantine came into power. Never write dates unless you're absolutely positive. Points aren't rewarded for a correct date, but are deducted for an incorrect one."

Or:

"Your argument was getting there, but you ran out of time. Don't worry about erasing or trying to spell things correctly. Cross things out. The person who grades your exam will skip over it, they have hundreds of other tests to grade and they're trying not to waste time. Get as close to the spelling of a word as possible and don't sweat it. Most likely someone will know what you mean."

And:

"There was no point in name dropping Seward's Folly on the imperialism essay, because you never connected it back to the main argument. Don't waste time mentioning events if they don't contribute to the central idea."

Helpful tips like this that only aid in crushing his confidence and self-esteem. She means well though. And she is right.

After she's finished reading all of his essays, Devi slips into the seat next to him and their shoulders brush. Paxton forgets how to breathe for two seconds.

"Okay, I think we should go over them together now that I've gotten a grasp of your writing capabilities, and I can point out where and why you went wrong."

And so they spend another hour going over writing Paxton would have been very fine with never rereading.

Everytime he notices a misspelled word he feels the tips of his ears catch fire.

More than once, he finds that he's mixed up timelines and dates, and he's embarrassed.

For every essay that doesn't have a coherent thesis or line of reasoning he wants to curl up into a ball and quit school entirely.

"Overall," Devi says once they've made it through his third LEQ, and seventh piece of writing in total. "It's not bad. But you're clearly struggling with taking a stance on the prompt, and the indecisiveness is reflected in your poor evidence and backing. You can't defend an argument you don't have."

Paxton nods. "Okay. So. How do I fix that?"

"Well, it's clear to me you don't really have a problem with the actual course material. Occasionally you can get confused with dates or times periods, but I think that's mostly because you get in your head too much. I can help with test taking strategies and ways to combat nerves next time."

Devi glances at the clock nestled in the wall opposite of them.

"I actually have to go. I told my cousin I would go shopping with her today." She shrugs apologetically at him. "Sorry."

Paxton waves her off. "No worries. We can pick this up again tomorrow?"

"Sure!" Devi agrees enthusiastically, but quickly becomes sheepish and meek. "Also. Would you mind giving me a ride?"

Paxton lifts a brow. "Am I your chauffeur now?"

Devi purses her lips. "Weeeell," she drawls, "I am tutoring you for free."

Paxton shakes his head, smiling fondly. "Sure. Grab your stuff, let's go."

On the way to her house, they lapse into silence. Devi'd asked permission to keep his tests overnight so that she could read them over and add her own notes. Paxton doesn't want them, so there really is no inner turmoil in handing them over to Devi. She spends the car ride flipping through them, and he spends the drive focused on the road.

When they come to a stop in front of her house, she doesn't even notice.

Paxton clears his throat and Devi lifts her head.

He smiles playfully at her. "We have arrived at your destination, m'lady."

She goes along with it, bowing her head in gratitude. "Why, thank you, good sir."

They share a laugh as Devi packs away her belongings, and he expects her to exit the car, but she doesn't. She catches her lower lip in her teeth and glances at him warily. Paxton suddenly feels uneasy and more than a little nauseous with the look she is giving him.

"Something wrong?" He's doing his best to keep his voice steady, ignoring the hammering of his heart in his chest.

"Yeah," Devi says slowly. "Earlier… Why did you make that comment about me and Ben?"

He feigns ignorance. "I don't remember saying anything."

"Don't lie."

He wilts under her steely gaze.

"Why would I be on a date with Ben?"

His knuckles become white with how tightly he is gripping the steering wheel. "Why wouldn't you be on a date with Ben?" He challenges.

Devi's brows furrow and her tone is exasperated. "You're not making any sense. Stop talking in circles, it's a simple question."

"You're the one playing dumb!" Paxton accuses. "Why wouldn't you be on a date with your boyfriend?!"

"Boyfriend?!" Devi shrieks loudly in his ear. "I am not dating Ben Gross! That's gross!"

Paxton nearly gives himself whiplash with how quickly he turns his head to stare at her, flabbergasted. "What do you mean you're not dating him?!"

"Why would you think I'm dating him?!"

"Because you kissed him!"

"Oh my God, Paxton, that doesn't mean I'm contractually obligated to date him!"

"But I mean!" Paxton gestures wildly with his hands, increasingly flustered as he comes to terms with the fact that he had apparently been avoiding Devi for absolutely no fucking reason. "He's been all over you at school!"

"We're friends!" Devi cries.

"I mean-! He-! You!" Paxton stammers gracelessly.

Their screaming competition comes to an end when Paxton fails to string together a coherent sentence. They stare at each other. Devi's eyes are wide, and her expression is caught between disbelief and disgust. He ducks his head shamefully and wants to scream, because how much of an idiot can he be?

She breaks the silence.

"You're so annoying." Devi says, but she's trying to smother a laugh threatening to bubble over. "I can't believe you thought I was dating Ben." She sticks her tongue out and makes a gagging noise.

Paxton has nothing to say in response, because he's fucking dumb and mortified and how could he be so wrong about something so important?

Devi's laughter cuts off abruptly and she sucks in a sharp breath. Realization brightens her eyes. "Oh my-. Is this why you've been avoiding me?"

It would be so easy to fling open the car door and throw his body into the middle of the street to await his fate.

The girl in his passenger seat is suddenly very confused. He can practically see the gears shifting in her head, spinning so fast that they're on the verge of malfunctioning. "That doesn't even make sense."

It makes perfect sense.

"I like you, Devi."

Her lips part to form a perfect 'o' shape. "You like me?" She asks unsurely.

"I like you," he confirms, shooting her a reassuring grin.

"You like me?" She's smiling dreamily at him now.

Paxton leans over the center console, bringing their faces closer together. "I like you." He's close enough that his breath moves loose strands of her hair.

"I-." Devi pauses, smile dissolving into a frown, and Paxton feels his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

"I'm mad at you!" She exclaims, hand flying out to whack him on the shoulder. He flinches more out of shock than hurt and leans back into his seat. "How could you avoid me over something so stupid?!" Her voice is soft and her shoulders hunch when she speaks again. "Why couldn't you just talk to me?"

Paxton draws in his next breath slowly, contemplating his words carefully. He's never been the best at articulating himself, almost always complicating matters with poorly chosen phrasing resulting in misconstrued meanings.

"Your mom thinks I'm stupid," he says slowly.

Devi cringes. "She was just stressed and-."

"She was right," Paxton admits. "And I guess it just made me wonder if you thought the same thing. I'm not… good at school, like you or Ben. Honestly, I wanted to be with you. But, after that run in with your mom, I started questioning whether you would even want to be with someone like me.

"So I iced you out for a while. Which is wrong, I realize that, but it's so much easier to reject someone than to be the one rejected. Becca eventually called me out on being an idiot, but by the time I decided I was going to tell you how I felt, you had already moved on. Or so I thought. I guess that's my fault for jumping to conclusions."

He pauses, waiting to see if Devi wants to chime in, but she remains silent.

"So, uh, I guess the moral of the story is that I'm an idiot."

She still doesn't say anything.

"Look, I really thought you dating Ben would be for the better. I mean, he's smart in a super annoying jackass way. So like, you two could have steamy and intellectually stimulating conversations about scales triangles, or whatever turns nerds like him on."

Devi breaks into a small giggle. "I don't think scales triangles turn anyone on."

Paxton feels relief as her laughter reaches his ears. "Hey," he says jokingly, "who are we to judge a nerd's sexual perversions?"

Devi continues laughing to herself, and Paxton feels warmth spread throughout his chest watching her. Her eyes are scrunched shut and she's leaving forward in her seat, and it's hard not to notice the way the sunlight glints off her hair and-.

She glances up and catches him staring. Her laughter subsides as she reaches out to take his hand in hers. He hopes his palms aren't sweaty.

"You can talk to me about anything. And I don't think you're stupid."

"I think I'm stupid," he admits softly.

Her fingers tighten around his. "You're not. Reading your essays, I can tell. You struggle to recall specifics and put it down on paper in a clear and concise way, but I can tell you understand everything we're being taught. You're not stupid. And to circle back to what you were saying earlier, I like you too."

"I know," he grins cheekily at her. "You made it very clear a few months ago when you cornered me in the parking lot after swim practice and demanded I have sex with you."

Devi drops his hand and gapes at him. "I did not!"

"Ehh," Paxton shrugs. "You kinda did."

Her hand flies up, her intention to hit him for the second time that day, but he catches her before she's able to. He flips her arm over, and lowers his head to kiss the exposed skin on the inside of her wrist. Pride swells within his chest as he feels her pulse quicken, and affection explodes within his heart at the soft gasp she emits.

"I-!" She squeaks.

"Yes?" He smirks at her.

"I gotta go!" Devi yells in his face. She forcefully pushes the passenger door of his car open, and throws herself onto the sidewalk. She lands with a heavy thud, and Paxton is ready to leap out after her to check that she's fine, but her head pops up not even two seconds later.

"I'm fine!" She shouts, frazzled and disoriented.

Clumsily, she manages to retrieve her bag from his car, and murmurs a quick goodbye before she sprints across her yard into her house, slamming the front door behind her.

Paxton smiles fondly to himself.

A few weeks later, Paxton taps his pencil obnoxiously against his deck, and bounces his leg restlessly, waiting nervously for Mr. Shapiro to pass back his midterm.

"Don't worry," Devi says into his ear, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly. "I know you did great."

Mr. Shapiro gives nothing away in his face as he places Paxton's test face down on his desk. He immediately rushes to flip it over, and feels Devi leaning into his back to get a better view.

All the air leaves his lungs once he sees the grade circled in the upper right-hand corner.

"OhmyGod!" Devi exclaims. "Paxton!"

He feels her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders as she plants an adorably sloppy kiss on his cheeks. "You did so well!"

And she's right. The 88% scribbled in bright red sharpie accompanied by a huge smiley face confirms it.

"And you have your incredibly sexy and smart girlfriend to thank," Devi says smugly, because this grade is just as reflective of her work as it is his own.

"Hell yeah I do," he twists around in his seat and places his hands on either side of her face. "And she's going to find out just how much I appreciate all her help."

"Hey. Hey! No PDA in the classroom!"

#daxton #never have i ever #nhie #paxton x devi #h.l. writes #they're cute n dumb and i love tht for them #also im taking prompts/requests!!#drop them in my ask box <3 #also there were 3 different versions of this chapter #and i finally settled on this #hope you like it!!#also.. i fcken hate formatting on tumblr pls click the ao3 link hfjdk

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hexcaught · 4 years ago

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it's been 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 since the 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 witch, 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 was sorted into 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟 upon arriving at hogwarts. i suppose over the years we've learnt that she is 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 & 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥, i guess that's why they were sorted where they were. ( 𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑛. )

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 !

faded rectangles of wallpaper where family photos once hung, frizzy hair and thick woolen scarves, shaking out a hand cramp from writing notes, pressing the wrinkles out of your pleated skirt, black coffee with four sugars, carefully unwrapping gifts so as not to tear the wrapping paper, cheeks flushed red from an argument, wishing on a star but knowing it won't come true.

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 !

i. THE MOMENTS I’M MISSING – nina nesbitt.

ii. PROM QUEEN – catie turner.

at least one of my muses needs to have family troubles at all times and this time it’s mafalda

mafalda has a fraternal twin sister, but the biggest difference between them isn’t their looks, it’s the fact that mafalda has magic and her sister … well, doesn’t. that’s right lads we got a SQUIB in the family

her sister’s name is millicent btw. you decide who got the worse name

anyway the hopkirks aren’t totally pureblood but like … they also don’t associate with the muggle world that much. her parents are pretty well-respected within their professions and have fairly influential connections in the wizarding world, some of whom are totally pureblood, so it was definitely a disappointment to their parents

and honestly ? they could’ve tried harder to hide that. poor millicent grew up knowing she was a disappointment, through no fault of her own. mafalda got to go to hogwarts and get a wand, while millicent was shipped off to a muggle school.

as a result mafalda and millicent were always v competitive growing up. instead of being close like twin sisters maybe should’ve been, they were always fighting for their parents’ attention, egging each other on. millicent would act up and mafalda would play the part of the good-girl daughter. that only escalated as the girls got into their later years. millicent got into drugs and alcohol, mafalda got high marks and became a hogwarts prefect

can u say … Toxic

anyways mafalda is definitely Lawful Good. honestly she’s just a sweet bean who wants to make a positive difference in the world. the sorting hat was on her head for about 0.2 seconds before she got sorted into hufflepuff.

she’s had the same goal for as long as she’s been at hogwarts – get top grades, get head girl, go into magical law, become the youngest ever member of the wizengamot.

so yes she is a sweet bean deep down but she has ZERO people skills honestlyyy. she’s a tryhard, she’s competitive and abrasive. always sitting in the front of the classroom taking diligent, thorough notes. amy santiago is a strong character inspo

she’s such a stickler for the rules. lying and breaking rules makes her break out in a rash. not kidding, she’ll get hives on the back of her neck if she’s doing anything that’s not completely above-board.

but if you get past the competitive, stick-in-the-mud exterior, you will find a genuinely loyal, loving friend in mafalda. she will stick by your side through thick and thin like a true hufflepuff. unfortunately this does mean people have taken advantage of the girl’s naive nature in the past

probably the only person who actually, genuinely likes history of magic. she claims to be professor binns’ favourite student, and he does remember her name ( which is impressive for him )

i doubt she’s ever had a longterm relationship cause this girl comes on WAY too strong. she’s a hopeless romantic and to her, two dates = true love. also if you are nice to her one single time she will fall in love with you

you can always find her with a coffee in her hand that’s been sweetened to the point of tooth rot

cries when she gets mad :(

she takes her job as prefect WAY too seriously

people just call her mafalda cause even though it’s a mouthful, there also aren’t really any great nicknames for mafalda. but also give me a plot with someone who calls her hops and she pretends they annoy her but really she likes it

loose connection ideas: one (1) best friend PLSSS !! mafalda doesn’t have many friends but this is someone who truly knows her and can see past her abrasive ways and isn’t afraid to call her out when she’s being ridiculous. some more ideas include: unrequited crush ( on mafalda’s part – please let her crush on someone who doesn’t know she exists ), someone who purposefully tries to get under her skin, academic rivals, new/recent friends, someone who’s trying to get her to loosen up, study buddies, prefect buddies

#lumos.intro #𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐤. ｢ about. ｣

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━ ☾ ✧･ﾟ “ he was full of light, in whom is no darkness at all”

ʻ / let me introduce you to a prized member of our environmental club , FAZIL IMANI . this CISMALE CANCER has been a student at our institution for 4 MONTHS and is currently a 21 year old JUNIOR. through the halls , he/him has/have always reminded me of aria shahghasemi , but there is always more than meets the eye , like the fact that he sells his dad’s pharmaceuticals to fund his own drug addiction . coral cape has made their future just as bright as their smile , i assure you . ʼ ( muse 15 , aubrie , 19, pst, she/her )

↪ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕗𝕒𝕫𝕚𝕝 𝕟𝕒𝕫𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕚

BASICS:

nicknames: fazi

pronouns: he/him

age & dob: july 14, 1998 ( 21 )

origin: carnegie hill, new york

nationality: american

ethnicity: iranian

fluent in: english, persian & a bit of arabic

occupation: drug dealer freelance artist

height: 5′11

sexual orientation: ???

major: biology & art

clubs: environmental club

↪ *:✧ background

trigger warning ! drugs, drug abuse, car accident, death

IMANI PHARMACEUTICALS ━ a name you MIGHT recognize from the side of your zoloft bottle. from benzodiazepines to amphetamines, they specialized in at all -- A GREAT EMPIRE, built off of other’s sorrows and fazil was happily perched next to the throne. a family portrait, four heads adorning a thin-lipped line -- not a smile in sight. and just by glance, you could tell the family meant business. a serious group, all doctors, all their own achievements; a glistening image of PERFECTION, if not for the taint they liked to call FAZIL.

he didn’t mean to be a fuck-up, but alas, his body was completed with error and corrupted by bad decisions. THE FIRST BEING ━ his art. an adorable skill, at first. though, like a flower, it started to blossom into more than a childish hobby, and that was when they tried to uproot it from the ground. oh, how his family DESPISED his art ; oh, how fazil despised his FAMILY -- it was a mutual passage of hate. really, painting was the only thing he had ever felt ambition for, otherwise a foreign feeling to the sullied son. he could care less about doctorate programs, but it was the path he was set on since birth -- a forced burden he could NEVER get rid of.

he lived to reject everything his family represented; the happy-go-lucky, irresponsible, reckless boy mirrored the solemn and dignified imani clan. taking to extremes to separate himself from those around him, he dived head first into the deep end. he began to get involved with drugs -- and lots of them. cocaine, xanax, morphine, you name it ━ all were party favors in the new york night life, those in which he was more than eager to dabble in. the feelings of euphoria that would shine down on him where storm clouds once reigned, the wide smile that would stretch across his face, and the body, that almost felt weightless. the highs they produced were those of which he could not experience on his own, and like a foolish wanderer, he followed them down a rabbit hole -- their effects so tantalizing even fazil could not resist. OF COURSE ━ he could stop if he wanted, but what happens when the bleary-eyed teen refuses himself paradise? shivers, aches, pain so sickening it would spew from his mouth. no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t stay away. it held him in a choke-hold, ever-so slowly draining his life.

the result of making an already irresponsible boy forget the bounds of consequence? a totaled ferrari and a DEATH-- no, no, no, fazil wasn’t prepared for that. an unforeseen causality in the war with his family. god -- his family, how ENRAGED they were, his father noting that he had wished it was fazil that was the one lying lifeless on the ground. a plan had to be put into place, NOTHING could ruin this family’s image; not fazil, and definitely not a murder. a cover up was devised, could you be surprised? the imani’s were saturated with money, and with money, bought ignorance. and to save face, he was booted out to live with his brother in maine, and made to attend CAPE CORAL. nasty habits die hard though, and fazil’s fought back, refusing to lie dormant. no way could he be sober now, but how do you maintain your ever-growing addiction? WELL ━ it’s crazy what a last name and a forged signature can get you.

↪ *:✧ personality

on the outside fazil presents himself to be this happy-go-lucky, fun-loving guy. which, to an extent, he is. however especially since the accident he festers a LOT of shame, embarrassment, and remorse. he is so full of regret and it really does haunt him on how things went down.

as said, he has a lot of shame. not only for the accident, but also his addiction and how bad it is. he would absolutely hate anyone finding out about either of those, and would probably get really aggro with whoever did. especially if said person tried to take his drugs away or something of that nature?? would not be a happy camper.

speaking of, he cannot go without his drugs, and will literally do anything to obtain a high.

while he tries to reject his family, it does hurt him that he cannot appease them, insecure about the fact he really doesn’t live up to the family name.

on a happier note -- loves, loves, LOVES painting. really is one of the only positive things in his life, will gush on about it for days. if he shows you his art, he’d lowkey be so anxious for approval ( though he wouldn’t admit it ).

plant dad™ loves plants and the earth. if he sees you liter he WILL pummel you.

total flirt, has commitment issues and doesn’t realize it. kind of a fuck-boy but isn’t so brazen about...which is kind of worse?

in general, he’s a pretty laid back guy, doesn’t care too much about status. but really what you see is what you get, he will not let anyone past the front he puts on!

↪ *:✧ wanted connections

i want to say, first off, i am REALLY up for anything. pls feel free to throw any ideas my way i am sure we can work something out <3

best friend !! : someone that he just connects with more than everyone!! while he wouldn’t disclose much about his past, he’d probably let them in on more than he does with everyone else. and i mean lets be honest...there will be a point they find something out. imagine the angst....

someone he fools around with : i mean...im sorry he really is a fuckboy. he doesn’t mean to be though!! i think it’d be interesting to have someone he has a strong flirtationship with or something a little more ifyaknowwhatimsayin. i think it’d be cool for it eventually reach an unrequited love type of thing..whether that’s on his part or your muse. unless you just wanna keep it like they both kinda know what it is..and they’re both okay with leaving it like that. really up for whatever!

frenemies : yOU ALREADY KNOW!! the banter!!! the bickering!!! the annoying the hell out of each other!!! I WANT IT ALL

deep romantic connection : aka someone that really makes him tap into his feelings/emotions. really tests him as a person, and forces him to just really care?? this would be a slow burn thing but again....imagine the angst....

someone who knows/finds out about his secrets : this can tie into plots and doesn’t have to be just it’s own standalone ( if that makes sense ). but i think i’d really like someone just eventually figuring it out and kinda being like fazi ??? what are you doing ?? now this can come at an angle of concern OR maybe your character finds out somehow and hangs it over his head. I would also like to note that fazi came into the school randomly, showed up in the middle of the school year like nothing, and when asked about it he has a bullshit excuse. so mayhaps someone tries to really look into it and pesters him about it. and it makes him turn into the panic emoji

customer : someone he sells drugs to, which btw! would only be over the counter meds his father makes !! the harder drugs he buys himself for his own collection

anyhoot, that’s all i could think of rn but i’m sure i’ll add more in the future! and like i said, i am open to ANYTHING. please please hmu <3

#this was way too long i am sorry ;-;#about.#capecoral:intro #drug tw #drug abuse tw #death tw

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