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velvet-vox · 3 months ago

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(This reblog is as unpolished and rough around the edges as the main post in question.

This isn't an analysis, if this was an analysis, I would have given it an analysis tag, but I didn't, because these are just my general opinions on my last rewatch.

Despite Murder Drones being the main fandom I'm immersed in at the moment, I actually have done very few "true" Murder Drones analyses. A lot of the stuff I did is somewhat outdated, and I consider the Rebecca centric post to be the best work I've ever done in that field. Other things that I consider proper analyses are my "V and Doll: trauma, mental disorder, and low empathy" which is outdated because I've recently learned that sociopath and psychopath are not real medical terms, and that diagnosis can only be done by professionals (which I'm not) and on adults of a certain age (which I'm unsure if V and Doll qualify), and the post where I compare N and Po, which although it has minor analyses incorporated into it, it mostly is a comparison post.

I think that a lot of my best works are my most recent Wakfu stuff, specifically the two Nox's posts and part 3 of my Oropo series, and some of my Kung Fu Panda related things.

I'm still far from perfect, I'm still learning, but I'm willing to improve and accept constructive criticism, the road ahead of me to become a reliable source of knowledge is still a long one and I'm absolutely going to mess up a lot more on the way, but I'm optimistic that I could get there eventually.

I don't do just analyses, but that's admittedly a fault with my intro post and something I need to clear up as soon as possible. Thanks for letting me notice.

I specified that I didn't think Uzi was going to become an "evil all along" type of antagonist, and I specifically compared her to Goultard from Wakfu because Goultard isn't a twist antagonist in the same way twist villains usually are, though to get what I meant you'd have to watch Wakfu, and even then I doubt I was explicative enough to get what I was exactly referring to with her.

About the Uzi's insults... Yeah they are bad. I could try to excuse or explain myself, but the simple truth is that I'm just that cold and heartless in real life, and when I don't actively pay attention to censor the things I'm saying, these are the takes that come out of my mouth from time to time.

I usually only do research when I'm making an analysis post, which is something I never did for Uzi, hence why her character still doesn't fully click with me, I'm a very busy individual, so if you have any interesting analyses to show me, please send them to me.

The pilot (maybe) being the best episode is my subjective opinion, and I still stand by it, unless episode 8 blows me out of the water or Mass Destruction solidifies itself as my favourite.

What the heck are you on about the Cabin Fever episode? I just said it was good, and that I've noticed a couple of new details useful to me and that's it. I never said what those useful details actually are, for all you know, I was referring to the order in which the campers die or Final Girl having the same hair cut as J.

Like, comparatively, I considered Rebecca's facial expressions when V shot one of the campers to be a useful detail for my analyses.

I don't have enough confidence to criticise you, since you seem pretty sure of yourself, and you have a lot of interesting stuff to say sometimes, but the entire Cabin Fever's rebuttal is just flat out wrong and disingenuous.

I still stand by everything that I've said in the Cyn segment, and believe the things that I've said about Uzi at the start to be far worse.

I also stand by Alice and the Sentinels being the two best antagonists of the show, even if I personally prefer Doll and Cyn myself, but I'd rather give them their own dedicated post to defend this point.

And lastly, while I don't think a lot of people can relate to this opinion, me, personally, I laughed like a maniac during my latest rewatch of episode 7, it's the hardest I've ever laughed at a Murder Drones related content, and it filled me with so much life.

One thing that your constructive criticism really helped me come to understand is that my words and actions actually do affect others as a matter of fact; I always considered myself to be too unimportant and unremarkable to ever possibly impact the life of those around me, but now I understand that from now on I should choose my words carefully, because I'm not a ghost and what I say actually does have an impact on others.

Thank you for your precious feedback and helping me self-reflect buddy, hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you.

Notes of my final Murder Drones rewatch before ep 8

(These thoughts are uncollected and unrevised, proceed with lowered expectations)

Originally, I was about to make a three-part long post before episode eight comes out.

In the first part I would have analysed Cyn's character and showcased her possible depth and ties to N's character arc.

Then in the second part I compared the Doll, Cyn and J trio to Uzi, N and V, showing the parallels between each member of their respective squad, which would then lead to the final part.

Part 3 is my defacto theory on how certain elements of episode 8 would have played out, with J as a main focus in it, due to her being the V parallel, but then, as the day passed, I realised something:

I'm an analyst, not a theorist, and while it could be fun to make a theory on episode 8 to see how right and wrong I was in retrospect, it's not an activity that I'm particularly fond of, plus, while my opinions on Cyn have changed with time (I'm going to get there), the reason why I kind of like her now completely hinges upon head canons that hopefully are going to be confirmed, because otherwise, my opinion on the character could get even worse than what it once was.

One of the main reasons as to why I wanted to realise this project was to see if I could get invested into Cyn in the same way I got more invested into Rebecca with the analysis I've made on her, but why bother doing that when I'm sure episode 8 is (hopefully) going to fill me in on her character?

I'm not finding the time nor willpower that I wished that I had to complete any projects lately, and due to my constant need for perfectionism (need that it's being deliberately ignored in the writing of this post), I just keep shooting myself in the feet.

Anyway, let's just skip the intro and directly segway to the important stuff:

Uzi:

Uzi is a complicated character for me. She was my favourite character in the Pilot and dropped down massively after that, and I never understood why: I came up with a bunch of explanations for myself, such as "her development isn't engaging" and "she doesn't get challenged in interesting ways that isn't just plain torture" and "she's the most enigmatic character in the show, her actions don't make any sense to me", and I was particularly sure of that last one, not in the sense that Uzi was evil all along, but in the sense that Uzi was being written as a twist villain in the same way Goultard from Wakfu had been coded as such before the third season of that series revealed us why;

But this last rewatch finally made me understand what my problem with her was.

Aside from the rushed development, which is something the entire series struggles with, I've realised that there's an extremely subtle layer of complexity to pilot Uzi that her show's self lacks: see, despite Uzi acting like a gremlin at various points in the pilot, one thing that really surprised me about how Uzi was initially characterised is that, aside from her moments of emotional impulsivity, Uzi... is actually relatively chill?

The best way I could describe it is that serie's Uzi to me is a child to take care of; I would act nice, kind, patient to ep 1 through 7 Uzi just to get on her good side so that she wouldn't bother me as much as she bothers her peers, hopefully helping her grow up as an individual and stop acting so horribly, and help her find someone else who appreciates her for who she is, so that I wouldn't have to deal with her any longer, while pilot Uzi is someone I would genuinely like to spend time with as she's secretly a pretty chill gal, even if I would still be afraid of her, just like the rest of her classmates.

The pilot makes it extremely clear that Uzi's angsty teen persona is just that: a facade. It's not the real her. This added a layer of intrigue to Uzi in the pilot, where it felt like there was so much more to her than what we were shown at first;

But nope. The rest of the show comes out and Uzi is just that: a wild, emotionally unstable teenage gremlin-girl, who isn't even at the centre of the story despite all of the screen time that she has.

I always thought that Liam didn't want me to sympathise with Uzi, as I thought his modus operandi was "Make the character interesting, don't make them sympathetic" but as the show went along and it fell down even further into a classical good versus evil plotline (something that requires is own post), it kind of became harder to shrug off how genuinely unlikable she is to me. I like N a lot, and I kinda like V whenever her fans are nowhere to be seen, but I don't really sympathise with either of them, I just find them to be engaging.

I like the Murder Drones cast because they are interesting characters, not because they are good people. Yet, from the way Uzi is written, it feels like I'm supposed to consider her the hero, when in reality, she feels more like an unwilling plumber forced to take out the clog (Absolute Solver) unwillingly.

(Also Doll is a much better foil to Pilot Uzi than she is to canon show Uzi, but that's a discussion for another time)

But that's enough of that. Let's talk about the episodes:

Episode 1 through 3:

I plan to do an in-depth ranking of all 8 episodes of Murder Drones once the ending comes out, so consider these my rapid fire opinions on each and every single one of them.

The pilot is the best aged episode of Murder Drones to me even if a lot of its elements have been decanonised, and it could as well end up becoming my favourite episode of the show when it's all said and done.

Episode 2 is as weak as ever, but one thing that always bothered me about this episode is the ending where Uzi just decides to go back into the colony with Khan.

Now, it's no secret that Murder Drone's everything is extremely rushed, but for most of its runtime, this episode gave me the impression that Murder Drones was going to be a slow burn, long running mystery series, only for the ending to come along and leave me dumbfounded by what the pacing of the show was going to turn into.

Heartbeat is also the only episode where my opinion hasn't changed since first watching it. I thought it was mid at first, and I still consider it to be so.

My thoughts on it are a little bit more complicated than that, but I'm reserving them for the future.

You can slice it however you want, but episode 3 has aged HORRIBLY, it's not even in my top 5 best episodes anymore, and yes, it's exactly because of the focus character of this episode turning out the way she did in episode 7.

Say whatever you want, but to me, the third episode is not an Uzi episode, it's not an N episode, it's barely a V and Lizzy episode and partially a Nuzi episode, and it's certainly not a Khan episode.

For the most part, The Promening is a Doll episode; she's the character the episode is wasting most of its runtime on, introducing her, her parents, making her a mysterious threat; in comparison, the Nuzi and V stuff is mostly secondary, and could have definitely been developed further if the episode didn't have someone else as it's main focus.

Doll:

I never wanted Doll to survive the season; I never wanted her to live, I never wanted her to die, I never wanted her to be redeemed, nor did I want her to stay evil till the end; all I ever wanted, was for Doll to be well-written, and as it stands, I don't think Doll does enough or is explored sufficiently as a character to justify her relevance or existence, especially since a lot of other characters could benefit from some extra screen time, and while a lot of people might think that just bringing her back to life would fix some of her problems, I don't think they really understand all of the underlying issues that come with such a choice:

If Doll were ever to come back, she for sure would get a redemption arc, because what else is there to do? She lost all of her screen presence, she's no longer even remotely threatening, her story is so divorced from our current one to be straight up disposable, a lot of people see her as just a joke after the seventh episode, and in general, she's no longer a credible villain to see on screen.

And yet, I don't think a redemption arc would work for Doll at this point. Her character wasn't built up enough aside from being mysterious for the sake of it, I don't think a redemption arc would work, because it would require too much time for it to work, and time is the one thing Murder Drones always lacked, what makes you think a second season, let alone one episode would even fix?

I'm pretty pessimistic about episode 8, unless it's all one giant ruse and there is, in fact, a second season. The math just doesn't add up, episode 8 can't possibly be a satisfying conclusion or an unsatisfying conclusion done right, I fear it will be one giant clusterf##k.

Cabin Fever, Intermission, and Home:

Episode 4 is about as good as I remember it to be, and aside from noticing a couple of new details useful for my analyses, I don't have much to say about it.

I got the chance to watch @ghoulinfuschia 's Murder Drones Intermission together with the other episodes this time around, so now I finally have the chance to praise it a little bit.

Murder Drones Intermission is a fan made episode of Murder Drones set between episode four and five, made entirely by a crew of fans.

It's an amazing product for what it's worth and by how it was made, and while it's not perfect and I consider it far from possibly being canon, it does fill in nicely into the show's timeline, and improves a lot on some of the weakest story beats of the series. It was definitely a nice break from me while rewatching all of the episodes, and I recommend it wholeheartedly to anyone who wants to check it out.

It's pretty ironic how episode 7 retroactively managed to worsen episode 3 and improve episode 5, but that's genuinely how I feel about Home now:

I'm about to be real with you, Tessa being dead all along was the only tid bit of major character's death that wasn't wasted, as now that I know why Tessa's wasn't the episode's protagonist, I'm much more accepting of the way in which episode 5 played out; it's clear that Liam never wanted us to get attached to Tessa beyond any simple "she's a nice, abused, teenage girl that treats N nicely" type of feeling, also the tradeoff for her death and humanity apparent extinction was well worth it in my opinion, which is something I can't say for V or... her.

But now it's finally time to talk about the actual main character of this episode:

Cyn:

I'm about to say something that I've never thought I would end up saying for real:

Did you know, that Cyn, is an actually interesting character in her own right?

I never did.

Quite frankly, I kind of heavily hated Cyn up until some time ago.

To me, at the start, Cyn was just a cool visual threat that would have hopefully been fleshed out in the future, but then, not only is she still remaining just a one note villain at this point of the show's runtime (aka the "finale"), but she also ended up killing a far more nuanced and slightly more fleshed out antagonist, while also not really doing anything to fulfill the compelling character void left by the aforementioned character.

Hot take: the fandom's portrayal of Cyn as this unbelievably silly creature of pure autism ruined her character, as well as the general discourse surrounding her.

To me, mass murderers should only be blorbified once their first major focus arc in a story has been concluded. It's why I'm fine with the blorbification of characters such as Qilby and William Afton, and I'm not with Cyn.

The thing about blorbifying is that, you are actively distorting canon for your weird fantasies, which is something that I'm fine with, but only once said characters have received their narrative catharsis.

I don't really view Cyn as a serious or heinous threat at this point in time, and that's all due to how much the fanbase ended up babyfying her to no end, giving her the Jax treatment with the main difference being that Jax has had is funny blorbo illusion already shattered, while Cyn still has it at this point in the show's runtime where she should be at her most evil and intimidating yet.

But that's enough of that; as I've already stated, now that we know that adult Tessa was Cyn all along... Cyn has just become such an interesting character to me, not for the mystery and creepiness surrounding her, but for the ways in which she could end up paralleling N.

... If that's actually what's going to happen.

It all hinges upon Cyn actually being worth the hype and the rushed developments, because otherwise, she could go from being my third favourite character to my absolute least favourite.

Episode 6 and 7:

I appreciate the Jurassic Park section of this episode for being a break from everything going on and for setting up the plot twist in the following episode.

Although her section bores me a little bit, I'm just gonna come out and say it: Alice is in my opinion the best humanoid antagonist in the entirety of Murder Drones, and unless that changes in episode 8 (which I doubt, sorry Cyn but I don't have a lot of faith in you), I'll make an entire post dedicated to her detailing why that's the case.

As for who or what I think is the overall best antagonist of the show...

It's the Sentinels, and it's not even close.

I'm still as emotionless as ever when it comes to V's demise. I believe it was stupid, but there are more passionate V fans to talk about it.

And last but not least, I can finally agree with what everyone else has said: Mass Destruction is the best episode of Murder Drones, and for me, it's all due to how genuinely funny it is.

I've become pretty apathetic to Murder Drone's horror elements due to how excessively prevalent and misused they are throughout the course of the series, so now the comedy actually hits harder, and this episode is extremely funny and comedic, even Doll's death is now hilarious to me, even if for other reasons, and the pacing finally feels appropriate now that the show has completely given up being a mystery adventure and fully embraced the end of the world battle shenanigans.

The episode did feel too fast paced when I first saw it at release, but it was mostly because of how slow the previous episodes were, now after a while the pacing finally feels normal, even if the episode is just bombarding me with lore left and right.

Ah.

.....

We're doomed.

#murder drones

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frodopotter7 · 2 years ago

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A day in life- McLennon Oneshot

A short story about the 9th November 1966 on which Paul had a car crash and the whole Paul is dead shit started while Paul is more caring about his relationship to John.

Warning: angst, blood, drugs, alcohol

A/N: Sorry, that it is not that good written. It was very hot when I wrote it and I don’t know what I need to chance…So yeah it’s not perfect. I did a lot of research but sorry if I mistake some dates. I only used this weird “Paul is dead theory” website. I’m not gone link it, cause it’s very stupid and doesn’t make any sense, but it was the only source I had.

It was the 9th November 1966. John and I sat next to each other and talked about the new song. We were trying to produce the new album. I had come up with the song "Sgt. Peppers lonely hearts club band". Everything was perfectly fine and just as it should. It got dark outside and I thought about going home soon. I toke another sip of my cigarette and puffed out the smoke. I had just been taken LSD with him and the rest. It was about an hour ago. So the vision that was created by the drug was slowly fading. It was 3 am and we were still working. That was the main reason we toke LSD. It kept us awake and creative even if we all where done and exhausted.

John looked at me with a strange look. It was a daydreamer facial expression he always had when he looked at me. "What's wrong?", I asked friendly. "Nothing." "Do you also want one?" I passed him a cigarette. "No thanks.", he sighted. "Hey man, what the problem? I know my John. Something is wrong." "Nothing." He giggled a bit while starring into my eyes. I starred back. Probably the drugs. That's why he was behaving like that. "Tell me." I won't stop until I knew. John got annoyed.n "Leave it. It's nothing. I told you." It sounded bitter just as the bitter sweet taste of the cigarette. I came closer. John pushed me aside. What was just wrong with him? "Paul, it's difficult." "So it's something. Well, I can understand it." "Let's just record. So stuff. I was thinking about the melody." He wanted to go to his guitar, but I held him back. "Hey what the hell is wrong? Tell me!", I yelled. I didn't planed it to sound so aggressive, but in my current mood it just happened. Now George was sleepy and annoyed in the other corner. "Can we just continue?" "No!" "I want to go home too.", said Ringo behind his drums. "But I'm worried! And John I'm not as stupid as you think." "You are the one that would call me stupid!" "What? No!" "You would only call me a freak!" Had John tears in his eyes? "Just shut up.", he moaned bored. I grabbed his arm. Why couldn't he just tell me? "Paul leave it be!", George said tiered. "NO!" "Can we just..." "NO!" "I shouldn't have said anything." "What is it?"

To be honest I just hoped it was the thing that I was hoping. I wouldn't be so dedicated about it, if I wouldn't be on drugs and if I wouldn't wanted John to say it so bad. I had a crush on John for a long time now. Ever since I got friends with him. Well, and after we both got drunk in Paris and accidentally kissed it was definitely more then a crush. I didn't even know if John could remember the night in Paris. He was totally drunk and on the next morning he acted as if nothing had happened. As if we not just had made out in Paris. That was a very hot night and ever since than I just couldn't get enough from John too. I wanted such a night again. I just hoped he would see this in the same way.

"I broke up with Cyn." "What? Why?" To be honest I liked Cynthia but that would be a chance for me. I of course also loved Julian. He was an adorable little kid and Cynthia was lovely too, but I was jealous. I just wanted to be her so bad. Well, of course I spend more time with John. I saw John more. I talked to him more. Our bound was better, but I wasn't her. John didn't saw me like her. I wasn't his lover. But I wanted to be just this. And now I got a chance.

"I met a new one. A woman she is an artist just as me. Well, I think the chemistry just fits better. Her name is Yoko Ono. Before you ask, yeah Japanese. I wanted to tell you this later, but fine if you want to know it now." I stoped listing to him. I knew he wasn't lying, since John was always honest even on drugs and under alcohol. Well, maybe not under alcohol, since that night in Paris he probably wasn't honest with his words of love for me or he mistaken me with his wife. "You got a son.", Ringo exclaimed from behind. "Don't act like you wouldn't all cheat on your wife's and Paul is seeing himself as single as long as he is not married. We all have another girl everyday." "That's not even true...partly!", George yelled back. I was still in shock and furiously jealous. "WHAT DOES SHE HAS? WHY HER?" "Calm down mate." John said relaxed. "She is just nice and I love her art. She looks good. Isn't that the whole point. You should see her. You would agree." I disbelieved that. Under the influence of the rush of emotion and drugs I lost it. "SO I'M UGLY TO YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE ME! AM I SO HORRIBLE! WHY HER? WHY NOT ME? BECAUSE I'M A MAN? WHY DID YOU KISSED ME IN PARIS THEN!?" Silence. Everyone was in shock. Ringo and George looked at each other and were both confused. John was frozen and I couldn't read what was going on inside of him. I usually always understood him, but not this time. I had enough. "I'll go home! I'm tiered. Tiered of you." I exclaimed exhausted and with that I just ran off. I heard George yelling that I shouldn't drive in my current condition, but I ignored him.

I immediately got into my car. I was angry and aggressive. How could he do this to me? I didn't even wanted to work with him anymore. For what. Him to look at me with this promising eyes and lying to me in the same breath. I looked up into the dark night sky. The universe was just cruel. The night was cold. Cold as John's heart. Mine felt broken as if it would never fit together again. A little teenage girl came to my car. She was the last person I needed right now. She was obviously a fan. Her name was Carolyn Rita Northman. I gave her a autograph and asked her what she was doing up so late. She told me that she was on a party and heard that we would record here. So she immediately got there to see me. I faked a smile and tole her to go home. She bagged me to take her with me in the car, but I obviously couldn't. That wasn't even allowed and I was definitely not in the mood for any annoying fan who told me with this fast and exited voice how great I am. Cause I was obviously not. I was nothing. If I would have been great, John would have loved me. Furthermore she had her bike.

I just started to drive the road down. She followed me on her bike. I was on the road directly before London. I was thinking. Thinking about John and me. It was my fault. I was just stupid. Stupid to think that he could ever see me with loving eyes. We were friends and that was it. Only friends. Why couldn't I understand this? And why couldn't this girl just give up. I drove fast to get her of my back. I was so deep in my mind that I didn't noticed that the lights had changed. The traffic lights were actually red for me, but I didn't noticed. I even drove way to fast in my current aggression.

Fate was against me another man was driving in this night. I wasn't far away from the studio yet. I only had been driving for a short while. He tired to stop his car, but it was too late. He crashed into me. His car was stronger. It all happened very quick. My car lost the control and the contact to the road. I held on to the steering wheel as hard as I could. I don't know what I was thinking in this moment. It all just seem to happen around me. The mans cars stoped, while the roof was ripped apart from my car. I couldn't react so fast and I only pushed my head down a little. The roof luckily didn't hurt me, but I was driving with speed into a tree. The tree was coming closer and closer. Maybe he would just jump away. Maybe he would get legs and move away.

Of course he wouldn't. And so I just crashed into him. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. My head crashed against the steering wheel. My eyes got hurt, my nose cracked. I bit on my lip. The glass from the windscreen crashed. My car got punched in the front like a old can that was just ripped. My leg got squished between the metal. Then the car was pushed back again and so was my body and the glass. The glass cut deep scratches into my lip, eyebrows and clothing.

Then the world stoped. Silence again. I wasn't sure if I had any energy to move. I was like in a trance. I tried to open the door, but I didn't had the power. The man from the other car that had pushed my car came to me. He opened the door. He ask me if I was okay. Obviously not, but I really couldn't hear a word anyways. I heard how he wanted to help me. I looked up to him. I couldn't even really see his face, but he seemed in shock as he recognised me. "Help me, please...", I whispered. But he was panicking and talking how he accidentally killed a beatle. He was saying my name and how his daughter and the world would never forgive him. He was so shock that he couldn't help me anymore. He was too scared that he was the one that killed a beatle. He let the door open and rushed away with his also damaged car.

But I wasn't dead. I hadn't even passed out yet. I looked on my destroyed clock on my arm full of blood. 4.35 am. I dragged on my foot and leg. It toke so long or it just seem to take ages. I was crying. I usually never cried often, but right now. I was only feeling the pain and a strange emptiness inside of me. But also the willing to stay alive. I finally got my leg out and crawled out of the car. My leg was bleeding and probably was brocken. Every movement of my body felt like hell, but I needed to get help. I stood up. I looked around. My car was totally destroyed. You couldn't even recognise it.

I found a solid branch and lean on it. With that I made my way back from where I came. I coughed and my whole body felt hot even in this cold night. Everywhere I looked was blood and I left a red blood trail behind me with every step I toke. But I needed to get back. I couldn't really think, but I knew one word. John. That was the only word that came to my mind. Only him. The girl ran over to me. I had totally forgot her. I had even forgot her name. She was alright and only had some little blood wounds on her body. She was crying. "Paul? I'm sorry. It's all my fault." She couldn't even look at me. She was so in shame. "No, I was the one that drove and I was the one that didn't saw the red light. So I say sorry to you." She nodded shyly and was still panicking. "Calm down." I really didn't had the power to talk to her. "Now, drive to London with your bike and call an ambulance." She nodded. "But Paul. Will you be alright?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just call someone. I will also search help." Every word I said tasted horrible. Every time I opened my mouth the blood from my lip went down in my mouth. I was in pain, but I didn't want to obsessed her even more. She already was non stop crying, while she drove away as fast as she could.

I wasn't alright. I only had walked a few meters. I couldn't see the car anymore. Just a big cloud of smoke let people assume that something had happened. I had several lacerations on my face. It was a miracle that I still managed to walk, but I wanted to John. I just wanted him. I just wanted a huge from John. If I would die now, then at least in his arms. I was walking next to the road and my vision started to fade slowly, but I needed to stay awake. I held on to the branch. I saw two lights coming closer two me like two big eyes from a strange metallic creature. It turned out to be a car. The car looked familiar. First it passed me. The driver probably just hadn't noticed me. I wanted to scream for help, but it was so hard. My moth was full of blood and it hurt so much. "Help me, please!" I was shortly before dropping. Somehow I got lucky, the car stoped and opened. A familiar voice said:"I'm searching for a friend, have you seen him."

I slowly turned around. I dropped the branch and yelled with the last power I had:"John!" I came closer to him. I gave my best, but I only had one leg. John immediately ran to me. As he saw me fully with all my blood and wounds, I wasn't even sure if he could recognise me like that, his jaw dropped and he was shocked. "Paul?", he whispered. He ran to me and I dropped in his arms. John lifted him up still in panic and confusion. "Paul, what happened? Why are you bleeding?" "My car..." I pointed in the direction of the smoke. John didn't hesitated for long he just put me in his car. "John, your car will be full of blood if you..." But it was too late. John had already placed me in the backseat. A car was actually the last thing I wanted to be in right now. But with John. John looked focused on the road and drove me to the hospital. It was when I already had forgotten the girl again, who actually wanted to call the ambulance. The red liquid was already sticking on John's backseats and I was slowly passing out. "Paul." John talked to me so I would stay awake until we would get me into the hospital. "Hmm." I mumbled. The blood from the wound on top of my lip was dripping down. So i could talk that much. "I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. I...I never told you, when I wasn't drunk. I can actually remember Paris and I enjoyed it. And I...I love you. Really, but I thought this would be too difficult. We are not only two boys. We are also super stars. And you had Jane, but...Paul I will always love you...as a lover." I wanted to say something. I wanted to be happy about this, but in the second I wanted to respond I passed out.

The next time I opened my eyes I was in a white and clean room. I lay in a bed. Flowers stood next to me. Nearly my whole body was covered in band aid. Brain, Ringo and George slept on chairs in the back of my room. John was laying right next to my body on the bed. Well his head was on the bed, but the rest of his body sat on a chair. I gently brushed trough his soft brown hair. "John, I love you too." He opened his eyes slowly. I was still a bit sleepy but John was grinning widely. "You are alive.", he exclaimed. "Ah, not so loud. My head still hurts." John immediately hugged me. Since I was attached to a lot of monitors I couldn't hug him back. But I smiled. John got a little bit away from me just to give me a kiss. It was a great kiss. Even if I couldn't really move, but all kisses I ever had with John felt like a firework inside my body and on our lips. Although this time my lips probably felt horrible for him, cause they were rough and also taped. The time could have stoped forever in this moment, but as he got back I asked:"How long have I been sleeping?" "Three days." God, that was a long time. And my friends stayed with me the whole time. "Should I wake them up?" "Wait, John, I...the thing with Yoko is okay, but...but can't we still be... just unofficial?" "Silly Paul, I thought we always were a unofficial thing." "Really? I thought you were drunk." "I mostly am. Drunken by your beauty." He gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled brightly. John stood up and woke up the rest. First they couldn't believe it, but then everyone hugged me. I knew even though we were arguing sometimes, they were my family. And a family would always reunite. And John was even more. He was my universe and my lover. And in my heart I knew now that we both belonged to each other and no one else could ever own our hearts like that.

"What is with the girl? I totally forgot her again.", I asked as I told them everything. "You mean this weird fan." "Yes." "Oh, she went of and tells everyone that you are dead and she is dead too, but she was so friendly to call the police and the fire department so they could clear the whole thing." "Oh, I hope no one will take her serious." "Of course not. I mean who would believe you are dead. What would we do then? Fake you? Come on, no one could possibly replace you and also that would be the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Nobody will believe her.", George answered neutrally. "But if they believe it. I'll make a joke out of the whole thing and hide funny details about you being death in the album.", John joked. "Yeah, they won't get so crazy. Like what do they want to do play our music backwards till they start to hear stuff because that sounds totally creepy.", Ringo exclaimed out of no where. "Yeah, I guess so. Anyways when am I allowed to get out of here. John and I still have plans." I looked at him with a knowing smile. "Song writing.", he said with his witty grin. Oh, I definitely couldn't wait for this 'song writing' process.

#paul mccartney #john lennon #george harrison #ringo starr #mclennon #fanfic #fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #1966 #Paul’s car crash #angst #blood

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Work Out: Prologue

AN: what up! I, Livvy, have finally written the prologue for my Florian fic and I hope you all enjoy it! I’m gonna try to have it reach to at least 15 chapters at best, if not shorter. As long as I can get it out, I think I’ll be good. Feedback is always appreciated as well; reblogs as etc. Let me know if you’d like to be apart of the Tag Squad!

Warnings: None...yet

Word Count: 1,635 [not bad]

Tag Squad: @themyscxiras || @sparklemichele || @designerwriterchic || @maddiestundentwritergaines

Most people on New Year’s Eve are out and about; with their families or choose to stay in the comfort of their own home. Yet for me, Genevieve or Geneva for short, I was the latter and was out partying with my friends into the wee hours of the night to ring in the new year. This year, 2018 to be exact, has been a rough one for me and I was in desperate need some of positive reinforcements. With starting my own personal training business; moving to New York City to be closer to my parents and going through a divorce, a huge change of scenery was just what the doctor ordered.

The neon club lights illuminated my rich mocha skin, as the music seemed to seep through my veins and control my moments. Moving to the beat and the rhythm with ease, without a care in the world. The vibe was alive in Marquee New York, and it was a great way to celebrate her move. I made sure to keep an eye out on my siblings; Donovan, Lucas and Leilani, all the while feeling free for the first time all year.

Most people weren’t close with their siblings like I am, seeing as though we were all close in age. Even though they were in the club either their friends, the ages were close. Nothing broke their bond and nothing ever will. That is until I got married and it shook the family to its very core on how it transpired in a year. Needless to say, it ended pretty rough but I got the last laugh.

“I’m so glad you came out tonight. We needed our girl out.” Cynthia encouraged as she handed me a glass of White Russian. Happily accepting the drink, I took a sip and went back to dancing as my 4C right coils moved in tandem.

She’s one of my best friends since college, and couldn’t get over the fact that I finally got out of her condo for once.

“We’ve never seen you this happy. It’s good to have our girl back.” Destiny nodded in agreement. It was a rarity to get these three together. Destiny and I, have also been best friend since the 4th grade.

“I know, I know. But listen it’s all good now, I’m here and I’m out. Plus my cousin said he wanted me to meet someone tonight. I just hope he listens to me though.”

“You even agreeing to meet a dude after filing for a divorce, is grand enough.”

“She’s right though. Hopefully Michael comes through for ya.”

They always had my best interest at heart, and I couldn’t have asked for better friends, who were like family to me to be there.

“Knowing Michael, whomever he knows, better be up to par. I just can’t see myself dating an actor, you know? You know how it all went with Jake, cheatin ass.”

I spoke as clearly as I could over the music, and just kept on dancing. Next thing I knew, Twerk by City Girls came on and all hell broke loose. Dragging my friends to the middle of the dance floor and did exactly what the song instructed.

Having a circle form around us was nothing new. At all the gatherings, before she got married, they were the life of the party wherever they went.

“Mind if we cut in? Can’t have you two dancing alone.” Jonathan said in a smooth voice, knowing it did something to Cynthia. She happily obliged and was whisked away. Ryan soon came up as well and made Destiny giddy as a school girl.

“How yall just gonna take my best friends? Rude.” Seeing how much love my friends were getting was enough for me to get by. The love Johnny showed towards Cyn, and Ryan with Destiny, showed volumes. It made my heart flutter at the bond they had.

“Sorry Gen. We love them too ya know.” Ryan places a gentle kiss on upon my head before heading back to his girl. Leaving myself to dance by alone, till she got a text from Michael saying he made it to the club. Upon sending a reply, Donovan texted her saying he took the twins home. Feeling a sense of relief wash over.

“He’s here y’all. I gotta meet him upstairs in VIP.” Without missing a beat, the other four hightailed it behind me, up the stairs to see who my cousin was setting me up with. Accepting the VIP hand stamp from the bouncer, walking towards the group in the main area.

“For your sake, I hope he listened to you.” Cynthia snickered gently, causing Destiny to lightly tap her arm.

“Well, well well. If it isn’t my favorite cousin Geneva. What’s going on girl?” Michael said enthusiastically, giving her a hug.

“Better not let Donny and the twins hear you say that Mr. Superstar.” I chuckled softly, returning the hug and introduced my friends to him.

Michael always kept in touch with family no matter how busy he got. Whether it was movie deals; commercials or interviews, he made sure to keep in contact.

“Gen, you never told me your cousin was Michael B. Jordan!” Ryan exclaimed in a hushed tone in my ear. I thought it was implied.

“It’s not something I brag about constantly. I don’t need people bombarding me with questions on like; ‘is he single?’ Or ‘does he want a baby mama?’ I’m good fam.”

The more I explained it, the more it made sense. Even Michael nodded in agreement, before smirking a bit. Glancing at the party below, my mind was elsewhere during all of this.

“Listen cuz, it’s almost the new year and I know you’ve been through a lot.” He began his speech, just as Florian stood next to him.

“Yeah huh. What are you getting at Bakari?” Upon taking a sip of the new drink, I turned my attention away from the coward downstairs, to her Michael and his friend.

This man was huge. Like body on point; smile on 100, presence alluring and intoxicating. Just everything about him exuded dominance and power. The way the grey long sleeve cotton shirt, hugged his biceps in all the right ways. He just looked like a tall delicious looking, white chocolate teddy bear. Where have I seen him before?

“Geneva, I’m sure you know-” Michael was cut off abruptly, by our eager attitudes.

“Genevieve Shaw.”

“Florian Munteanu. Oh we’ve met before.” I had a smirk plastered on my face. Everyone, excluding him and Michael, was confused. The memory was coming back to me now, from the beginning of Creed II promo shoot.

I was hired, along with Cynthia, to do the makeup and therapy for the movie. That was so long ago I had completely forgot about it, clearly Florian hadn’t.

“You didn’t tell me, she was your cousin.” Florian’s thick accent, and yet slight arrogant facial expression reminded me why I didn’t go for his advances at first. He made a bet with her best friend Leon, that he could get my number by the time the Creed II press was over.

It didn’t work out because I overheard and stopped all the bull before it went down.

“I thought you knew. She is the reason why you aren’t hurting anymore.” Michael pointed out.

“True. No need to pull a hamstring.” The joking tone from Florian did nothing but increase the annoyance. The roll of my amber brown eyes was a notice enough.

“I told you I don’t date actors, and athletes. But since you’re my cousin I’ll indulge.” A slight shrug and a nod was enough for Michael. Then an idea came to mind, two could play that game.

“How about this, Munteanu. Follow me real quick.” Signaling him to follow me out the floor to get ready for the countdown. Hearing my friends and Michael’s cheer behind us.

Seeing all the women, and a few men, glance at him as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd to follow me, made me feel powerful a bit.

“Since the new year will happen in approximately 2 min, I’m feeling generous. What do you say to a bet? Sound familiar?” Sipping my champagne from the flute, while moving from side to side to the music, it got his attention.

“A bet huh? It does ring a bell. What did you have in mind?” There’s that smirk again. Get it together Geneva.

“If you’re actually interested in me, no bullshit and show initiative, maybe I’ll go out with you. I don’t move to new York to play games Munteanu. You may be fine, but you sure as hell ain’t about to waste my time. Deal?” With an arch of my left brow, I meant business.

He was shocked at how forward I was, but slightly turned on at the same time. He seemed like he was always up for challenge.

“Deal.”

He clinked his glass with mine as the countdown began at 10 seconds. The look in his eyes seemed eager as he inches closer to me, closing the distance between us. The height ratio was actually pleasant; 6’4 to 5’8. Thank god for platform heels. Feeling his body heat on mine at the final 5 seconds, I came up with a tactic.

“Happy New Year!!”

Florian thought he was gonna kiss me, but I stopped him by placing my hand on his chiseled chest. Causing a sweet laugh go escape my full lips.

“Slow ya roll. The bet starts now, happy new year.” Sending a wink his way, I left him there speechless and engulfed in confetti, fo join my friends back in the VIP area. Earning a high five from Cynthia and Destiny.

The year was going to be a good one.

#florian munteanu #florian munteanu x oc #florian x geneva #florian munteanu fanfic #work out #lil nasties #flo's hoes #im going to hell for this #lawd have mercy #genevieve shaw #geneva #sevyn streeter

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