#MC Theatrical Productions

[sscieloz]

Low blow

stoner!Aeri Uchinaga x obnoxious!reader

Synopsis: Giselle's used to parties. She obviously enjoys drinking, smoking and singing with her friends. Although lately it seems like everything’s so boring… all the same, every weekend. Same place, same people, same music. That was, of course, before you showed up, all bored and irritated. Now, she has just the perfect source of entertainment for the night.

Warnings: use of substances. nsfw. smut. humiliation.

Word count: 4.4k

Notes: me to myself: “i’m gna write a y/n that is so oblivious. that makes no SENSE—” anyway smokers pls don’t get offended i js wanted to try writing smth different with a mc that was insufferable with 0 common sense

You hated many things. Crowded places, sweaty people, cheap drinks— like the one in your hand, nicotine... Most importantly, you absolutely despised drunk idiots who thought everything was hilarious.

Unfortunately, your cousin thought quite the opposite.

Ningning was eager to live her life to the fullest. She insisted on attending every social gathering, university event, and disgusting party in questionable places located hours away from your hometown.

Like all the others who thrived on such frivolous things, she was stupid; Naive, sinful, and so utterly dumb, eager to fill a space in her chest with a temporary thrill that would never provide the solution she truly needed.

It was your duty to guide her towards a clearer sense of mind. As her childhood friend and community sister, you'd never have her get into those sketchy situations alone.

You were always there, making sure her drunken self went home safely and lecturing Ningning on how stupid this rebellious, promiscuous phase of hers was. If only she were able to see past her desperate attempts to get attention and validation. Yizhuo’s pleas for help were pathetic, utterly shameful. She needed to get over this need of hers quickly; your patience was wearing thin— you wouldn't put up with her tantrums much longer.

Unfortunately, you feared such a sense of consciousness was only acquired through time and experience. Someday, she'd be mature enough to be embarrassed about such a dark era.

Meanwhile, you'd join Ningning in such awful places to make sure she wasn't being too reckless. Always disappointed, judgemental, and superior, but there for her nonetheless.

There was very little you wouldn't do for your cousin, within your own beliefs and limitations. She knew that. The two of you had practically shared the same womb, after all, being best friends ever since birth in the small, tight-knit community you've spent your life in.

Like every other weekend, you found yourself accompanying Ningning to another house party, located in the outskirts of town. The house was pretty decent, even though its neighborhood was dangerous and not at all aesthetically pleasing to look at.

Low-quality music blasted everywhere, vibrations echoing through your chest as you frown at the huge music speaker in the center of the house’s open area. Most people hung around the pool, swimming, playing, dancing, or being obnoxiously loud like this was the peak of their lives. Still, you'd rather look at their ugly faces than at the couples who made sure to swallow each other in public so everyone would witness.

They were all superficial, pitiful people who grossed you out.

“Hi, Y/n!” Ningning screamed, bumping into you. Although she was small and light, catching you by surprise made holding her by the shoulders difficult, so she wouldn't fall face off on the ground. Not that she realized, still jumping up and down excitedly. “Are you drunk?”

Cheap liquor didn't impress you. If only, the drink you held on your hands tasted like cleaning products. It took some good effort to gulp down your throat.

“No.” You frowned at your second cup of the night, unimpressed. “This thing tastes like shit.”

“Cool! I'm not drunk either. I'm totally cool.” Her movements were almost theatrical, explaining herself even though you didn't ask. Pointing at a random girl behind her, Ning added. “I'm going to be here, with… uhm, her. Okay? Where will you be?”

“Around.” Ningning's laughing fit grew stronger as she realized she had forgotten her poor hookup’s name, oblivious to how you didn't follow. “Stay where I can see you.”

Ningning's flushed face glowed even with the random lighting. An angelical being, she was— with hazy eyes, plump lips, and an easy smile. Your cousin always shines like a beacon, claiming attention almost as much as she attracts it.

Pure people, like you and her, shouldn't attend such dirty, disgusting places.

Yizhuo's clumsy hands gathered your cup and made sure to get it empty it in one go, shivering as the liquid burned down her throat. If not for you, she would get it from someone else, so you allowed it without further complaints.

Still icked from the awful taste, she smirked, squeezing your arm before walking away. “Yes, Mom.”

Yizhuo was so high on audacity, subtly mocking you as if she wasn't the pathetic one. Disregarding the older girl, you rolled your eyes, searching for a place to wait until she was done fucking around so you'll finally go home.

Patience has never been your main virtue. You were rotten of soul— a hater in its true sense. How were you supposed to act any different, when everyone was so annoying all the time?

Other than loud, drunken idiots, there was only one other thing you despised even more: smokers. The smell of nicotine invaded your nostrils and did nothing but irritate your lungs and impregnate your hair, making sure you’d carry such an awful smell for many hours further.

Naturally, the couch area was infested by them. You ended up taking a seat anyway; being trapped in a room full of stoners would only add to the endless things that have been grossing you out ever since you arrived.

There wasn't much to do. You couldn't text anyone— you and your friends were still under a rigorous curfew despite being of age; working and attending university for years, now. They were all asleep, safe and comfortable in the comfort of their homes. With Ningning lost in her carnal desires, you were left bored and irritated, looking around and counting the seconds until you'd return home.

“Do you want me to turn off the AC?” A gravelly, warm voice breathed in your ear, definitely too close to your liking. The girl watching you with stoned eyes was undeniably pretty, with orange—pinkish? Hair and big eyes.

Too bad she was also one of the rotten ones, resting a blunt in her hands like all the others.

You turned to her, leaning on the sofa to get some distance. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want me to turn off the AC, angel?” She repeated herself so casually, unbothered by your crossed arms, rigid posture, and disgusted pout. Instead, she pointed at your outfit. “You seem cold.”

Ningning was always big on losing stuff after getting drunk, so it was no surprise when she launched her jacket at you, the moment she fetched herself something to drink. You didn't mind; you were often colder than most, so the extra layer was a warm welcome on the breezy night.

You wrapped your jacket around yourself, rolling your eyes to suppress a shiver. The stranger, splashed occupying two seats on the biggest cushion, tilted her head before inhaling more smoke. Certainly studying, judging you with a faint smirk and critical, obnoxious eyes who observed your movements from head to toe.

You didn't wish to be perceived by any of the losers present, let alone this one.

“I'm good, thanks.” You muttered, sinking further onto your seat as some other guy squeezed his way onto the packed couch.

At least she was decent enough not to blow smoke onto your face, hitting her blunt to the other side instead, before adding, “Aeri.”

"What?"

“You said 'thanks'.” She explained, unfazed by the sharpness in your voice. Instead, Aeri spoke slowly, perhaps because of the substance's effects, but it annoyed you nonetheless. “Usually, the name of the person you’re thanking comes right after the thanks. So you'd say: ‘Thanks, Aeri.”

Unlike her, you weren't stupid; there was no need for her to explain things to you like a child. Did she not realize you weren't looking for a conversation?

It wasn't hard to miss, with the way you kept looking elsewhere and humming instead of paying her any attention. And it isn’t like she did anything to deserve it, anyway.

Aeri hummed, leaning back again to whisper, “And what would your name be, little angel?”

Going out with a white baby T-shirt and a white skirt had certainly been a choice. Ningning rang on your doorbell just as you were getting ready for a date, urging you out of the house before you had even canceled it. While it was perfect for a walk around in the movies, it made you stand out too much in the darkened place.

The quicker you answered, the quicker she'd leave you away. Mindlessly, you muttered. “Yizhuo.”

Ningning was most certainly out there giving so much of herself around. She wouldn't mind having her surname borrowed for a few hours. There was no way you were sharing any personal information with Aeri, whose jawline alone could cut half of the curious eavesdroppers' ears off. 

You've been warned about people like her: demons of the night, who'd obsess over something until it was ruined. Rotten, influential people who sponsored illegal fights, drugs, and drifts to make money and incite chaos around.

Based on the way she held herself and how people acted around her, it was clear that Aeri was at least something related to that. It was hard to not stumble upon any of them, in the places Ningning insisted on hanging around.

She lifted her brows. “Surname basis?”

“Oh, so you do have a few neurons left, after all.” You smirked back, crossing your arms over your chest.

Aeri was unbothered by your lack of enthusiasm. She merely shrugged, too high on dopamine to mind. She offered you her joint and you pushed her arm away, rolling your eyes. Not once did her devilish smoke cloud cease, surrounding her confident frame in an ethereal, ghostly aura. She didn't seem real.

And from the way she kept staring, you figured neither did you.

“Do you think you're superior, Yizhuo?” She blew the steam away, with a low, husky tone that made you shiver. No matter how much you shrinked under the cramped couch, she was still too close to your liking. “This little stuck-up act of yours will get you in trouble someday, angel...”

At least she gave good advice. Being lectured to keep your thoughts to yourself was part of your routine. Not that you could help it: you've always been too expressive, especially when something was pissing you off. And being trapped at a crappy place, with pathetic people for at least another two hours was surely something.

You should retreat. Aeri reeked of trouble— defying her would attune her curiosity, something you were not looking forward to. Acting like a smart ass surely wouldn't make her leave you alone.

Unfortunately, you were too stubborn to cower. Eyeing her frazzled, faded strawberry-blonde hair, you muttered, “The only thing I think is that you are in desperate need of a hairdresser, Aeri."

Aeri laughed, hard and genuinely, attracting even more attention as you squirmed under your seat, fighting a smirk yourself. Despite claiming to read people easily, this girl's reactions were always the opposite you’d anticipated. At first glance, you thought of her as someone obnoxious, bored, and easily irritated. Instead, you stared at a smooth-talking, chill girl who smiled at you like she'd won the jackpot.

If anything, she looked entertained. And you weren’t one for spectacles.

Snatching a new joint from a random person’s hands, Aeri turned to you again. “Try it, then.”

“I don't do things of the impure. Those are reserved for rotten, pathetic people.” You scrunched your nose at the burnt smell hanging around, even though the blunt in Aeri’s fingers hadn’t been lit up yet. “Nor do I need to prove you anything. I'll pass.”

Time seemed to pass faster the longer you talked to the mysterious girl. Only for that, you continued. And perhaps also because her big, blue eyes were as alluring as they were disturbing.

She definitely needed better contacts.

Aeri's presence alone was infuriating. The sickening scent of her perfume mixed with nicotine, weed, and alcohol made you dizzy, dripping with annoyance, disgust, and curiosity.

“Oh, but you do.” She spoke slowly, deliberately. No louder than a murmur, forcing you to pay extra attention to grasp her words amidst the noisy place. “You love to prove others wrong, don't you?It's certainly an accomplishment, being right all the time.” Lighting it up, she shrugged, “If you’re as superior as your little stuck-up ass claims to be, it won't make you feel anything anyway. Might as well just take it.”

This stupid, self-centered girl thought she had you all figured out. If there was anyone that certain and perceptive about others, it was you. Not Aeri, not anyone else.

Still, her words stung on your pride. Maybe you should allow yourself to be as shallow as others for a moment. Just to rip that easygoing smirk off from the girl’s face, nothing else.

Your hands took the blunt from hers without any care, welcoming the atrocious, vile substances into your lungs as you inhaled the smoke. It was awful— even worse than you imagined. Why did people even do this? Idiots, all of them. The smoke irritates your throat, making it hard not to cough uncontrollably.

Fuck her, for not missing even a blink of yours. You took one puff, then another, just so to prove her stupidity even further.

Aeri grunted, clearly pleased. One of her hands grabbed the back of your neck as the other gently retrieved the joint from between your fingers. “Stunning. And it didn't even hurt, right?” She joked, running her short nails against your jaw. “You’re good at following orders, Yizhuo. How does it feel?”

Bullshit. It did hurt. The smoke burnt down your throat and infiltrated your nostrils, but you didn’t feel much different. Maybe a bit lightheaded, but not slow or stupid like the people around you.

This time, you didn't cower. You simply smiled back at her, answering her with a fake, surprised voice, “Like I've been blessed with the grand knowledge of the universe.” Your smile dropped. “There is nothing to be felt, Aeri.”

She liked the way you pronounced her name. It was harsh, fast, impatient. Were it anyone else, she'd have shown them what it meant to disrespect her. But your little pout was so cute, as was the way you wandered around the party in such a cute outfit, shining like a beacon and so clearly out of place. Pretty, even when you stared at everyone like they were nothing but dust under your shoe, running your hands on your hair as if daring anyone to come close and spare you a word.

Aeri wanted to unravel you, curious to find out what someone so composed and haughty was doing in her place.

Not that it mattered to you. Everything you wished was to let Aeri know how pathetic she was, which you’ve done— you won the nonexistent competition, and there was nothing else to prove.

It takes more than something as horrible to get your pure, angelical soul cracked like those idiots. Regardless of how many times Aeri laughs at your petty answers, instead of being offended. You were superior, even when ruining yourself just like they do just to prove a point.

“Do this: just inhale deeply.” She commanded, after taking a deep hit herself. You didn't know why you obeyed without even questioning. Aeri then blew smoke right into your face, leaving you no choice but to breathe her in. “Just like that, good girl.”

This time, the world felt… light. Without the rational part of your brain working relentlessly, things had a different perspective, different meaning. What was the need of repressing yourself so much?

Your brain was fuzzy, making it hard to reason with your morals. They seemed so stupid, now. And you were so sensitive, both physically and emotionally; it felt wonderful. For a moment, Ningning didn't seem like such a pathetic girl, but more like someone trying to have a bit of fun out of your controlling, repelling community.

And it was fun indeed; much better than dressing a certain way, acting as expected, and thinking of yourself as someone superior to others simply because you fit in perfectly among your friends and superiors.

Maybe you were just as shallow as others. It didn’t matter; for now, there wasn't anyone known to you around. Certainly, you were allowed to let go of everything for a night, a few hours. No one had to know. You wouldn't tell.

And you'd only be intoxicated for so long— which was just the perfect excuse.

Your eyes dropped to Aeri's mouth, so red and inviting. Would she taste like the cigarettes she insisted on smoking? Or like the mint scent impregnated on her skin?

“Aeri?” You murmured, failing to realize your slowed speech. Ignoring the warnings in your head, you leaned in to kiss her. Aeri backed away just enough for your lips not to touch, toying with you with a bright smile. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed her tank top's collar to make sure she wouldn't run away, “You look much hotter with that fucking mouth of yours shut.”

It felt hard to process thoughts or proper orders. Your body was sensitive, and Aeri made sure you felt every bit of her touch. Even though you were the one who made the first move, she dominated the kiss, making sure to explore every corner of your mouth as her hand grabbed the back of your neck, bringing you even closer.

“Beautiful,” She praised, biting your lower lip as she urged you to her lap. Aeri grabbed your thighs, squeezing and carving her nails as you moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by the girl’s lips. “Beautiful angel. I can't wait to fucking ruin you.”

Every sensation on your body was intensified, and she took some good advantage of it. You felt on fire, burning with such intensity you were sure to explode soon. Thankfully, Aeri didn’t treat you softly by any means.

This girl, this fucking menace was so addicting you couldn't stop kissing her.

You cupped her face, you rocked onto her thigh, urging her fleeting hands to grow closer to the place you ached for. Just a little more to the side…

It would've been wise not to throw yourself all over Aeri in the middle of a crowded living room. However, your self respect had vanished the moment you took that joint from her lips. Like a spell, she was all you could think of: her lean fingers, her skilled mouth, and all the filthy ways you wanted her to use you.

Aeri sucked on your neck, cupping your ass as she urged you up and pushed your panties to the sides. Instead of diving into your dripping, aching cunt, she stopped her fingers and laughed at your desperate squirming.

“Still feeling superior now, Y/n? Moaning like a bitch in front of so many people before I even touch you.” She murmured, delighted as she brushed her knuckles against your pussy.

At least your skirt still covered enough, despite your movements leaving little to the imagination. Not that you cared anyway. Your brain was so fuzzy, the only thing you could think of was Aeri— her touches, your release. Nothing else mattered.

Although her provocation left you pissed enough to stare at her, still moving shamelessly, desperately. “Fuck you, Aeri.”

She laughed so freely that those who were trying hard to not look at the obscenity unraveling couldn’t help but stare, now.

“Oh, Yizhuo.” She smacked her lips, pressing a kiss surprisingly gently on one of your shoulders. “Say it again.”

Pervert.

Two of her fingers invaded your entrance before you could think of a witty response, scissoring inside easily given how wet you were. Lustful moans escaped your lips as you started riding her fingers, allowing Aeri to thrust on your cunt at a hard, fast pace.

“Aeri…” You whined, as her free hand guided your hips up so you'd align with her finger’s movements movements without further effort. She was giving you so much, and it felt so good to be full. But you were greedy; always one to yearn. “More, please. M-more.”

“Fuck, angel,” She moaned, looking down at where her fingers worked on your sex as if she could see through your clothes. The girl grabbed your neck for a kiss, again. Messy, wet and so desperate you run out of air much earlier than usual as her fingers scissored inside your pussy. “You’re so wet. I can feel you clenching all over your fingers. Can't wait to ruin you even more.”

You've never felt like this before. So shameless, humiliated by the desire of reaching your peak. You ached everywhere— extra sensitive, begging to be used.

Each of Aeri's thrusts on your cunt sent electric shocks through your entire body, pressing onto your lower abdomen to create a familiar, tingly sensation that insisted on growing even more desperate as seconds went by. Sensing, your desperation, Aeri's fingers fastened their pace, pressing even harder as you tried hard not to scream.

All it took was a simple flicker of her thumb on your clit and your orgasm hit, white dots dancing in your vision as your entire body trembled with strong waves of pleasure. It felt like your 5th orgasm of the night— a stretch so good you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing else mattered: your sweet release had finally arrived.

Aeri hummed, clearly pleased with herself as she watched you calm down. Her wrist was soaked with your juices, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at the mess you've done with the place, growing red with embarrassment.

Ningning's voice beat you to starting an awkward talk with the pink-haired girl, coming high-pitched from behind your trembling frame. “Y/n?”

You closed your eyes in hopes she'd disappear. When it was clear her presence was still hovering over you, you turned around, asserted by Aeri’s strong grip on your thigh. Holding you close since your legs were still wobbly. “Hello, Ningning. Are you done?”

“Yeah…” She said, alternating her worried stare between Aeri, who sat as if nothing had ever happened, and yourself—gripping onto her shoulder with dear life so you wouldn't fall on the ground. “Do you need help?”

“Why would I need help?” You shot, rolling your eyes in annoyance while Aeri hissed at your nails, digging harshly into her skin. “Stay put.”

With wide eyes, Ningning took a step to reach for you, but you waved her away. There wasn't any chance you'd let her touch your sweaty, burning skin. From the way she gulped, you feared how disheveled you must look. With ruined makeup, tangled hair, and oh, your clothes…

Your pristine, perfect image would never be the same in her eyes. Throughout her entire life, Yizhuo had not once seen a single strand of your hair out of place. It was only natural  she’d stare like you've been possessed.

Which you obviously were. Possessed by weed, alcohol, and the devilish girl that stood right next to you.

Aeri had the nerve to smile like her fingers hadn’t been up in your cunt moments prior, humid and still caressing your inner thigh. “So you do have a name, Y/n. A pretty one, might I add. Just as angelical as yourself.”

It took everything on you to not punch her witty face. Instead, you ignored her entirely, sighing once, twice until you were no longer seeing red and your legs were able to function again.

“Well,” You clicked your tongue, distancing yourself from her while trying to fix up your clothes. “Those substances may have altered my sense of mind and made me do insane things based on lust. I was possessed by the evil spirit of weed, obviously. Still, my most insane self was saner than all of you losers around. I've won, of course.”

“Obviously.” Aeri didn't even skip a beat before confirming, not bothering to sound convincing at all. “You're right, my angel.”

Proud to have your point proven, you waved Aeri goodbye and promptly turned around, guiding Ning towards the exit from a safe distance. She didn't matter anymore. It was over, as if it had never happened.

Now, you just had to get rid of the intoxicating, impure substances that clogged your pores and clouded your sanity before sneaking back home.

—

“Are you sure you're okay?” Ningning asked, eyeing you for the nth time as you tried not to fall asleep on the table. She was pissing you off even more than usual, with the amount of questions she blurted as if you owed her any explanations.

Thankfully, you had an enormous hamburger and an extra big set of fries to entertain yourself with. Forcing Ningning to stop at the nearest fast food in your neighborhood before sneaking back home had been your most brilliant idea in ages.

You deserved the treat— for taking care of your cousin, for being superior to everyone in that party by staying perfectly fine and pure even after a few hits of their disgusting blunts… And simply because you were a pretty girl, too.

"I am 100% sure, Yizhuo.” You answered, with a big yawn as you stretched your arms to shake yourself awake. “Would you stop hovering around? It's fucking annoying. Have I ever asked for a report on what you do with those random girls you get lost with at every fucking party we go to? Do I ask what you've drank before holding your fucking hair while you throw up in the bushes? Get a fucking grip and stop being up in my a—”

“Okay!” She cut you off, looking around with an exasperated tone to check if anyone had listened to your rant. So dramatic; you'd barely whispered. “I was just curious, damn! I guess you really are fine, if you're back to bitching around like always.”

You paid her no attention, too busy drowning your food in ketchup to care. “Wonderful! Now, mind your fucking business.” Eyeing her half-eaten fries, you added, “Will you finish those, by the way?”

Ningning pushed her food tray in your direction with no further comments.

[neondreams-if]

Hiiiii 😇 hope you're having a good monday ♥️

Ps i actually went and checked if it was monday first before writing that.

Let's pretend i don't have the date marked in my calendar for 2 seconds and let me ask my first of possibly a whole lot of asks.

But i tend to like ROs against my better judgement who frustrate the shit out of me. So if it isn't too much of a spoiler i think this is a cute question.

In terms of romancing the ROs, what about each of them (personality traits or habits) would possibly piss off an MC (maybe even just a specific type of mc)

Am i thinking too much and making no sense? Possibly.

Thank you for the ask Liz! (and yes, I went to your profile, to check for the name 😂) And I'm having a great, and very productive, Monday, thank you very much😁 Hope yours is amazing as well!

And though, it is a bit spoilery, but only in a reading between the lines type of way, I shall answer to the best of my ability😁😂

As was already mentioned in the NSFW response, Alex's workaholic tendencies, so to speak, would piss of any type of MC. That's all I can say about them, without giving too much away🤭

This one goes to stoic MC's, and any type of tired, MC's. S's general, bubbly, jokey, personality. Them trying to lighten the mood, or their emotional, theatrical reactions, or their 24/7 talking, can get on MC's nerves, but only because it overwhelms them. Understandably so😂

Opposite to S, almost every type of MC, aside from stoic one, is, slightly, annoyed by B's lack of reactions. Their stoicism, and generally calm and unsocial demeanour, shall we call it, can frustrate MC, especially, in case of, let's say sarcastic, witty MC, who tries so hard with their comments, only for them to fall flat, bouncing off of the wall called B😂

Not an occurrence that happens often, but MC's can get tired of A's, almost constant, flirting; especially in dangerous situations, when MC is trying to find a way out of, while A is just chilling, making comments, but, MC doesn't know that A can multitask like that😂

Finally, MC does not appreciate D's lack of the ability to have fun (while sober, at least). They'd try to have fun, or fuck around, only to be met with D's disapproving shake of their head, or their judgy, quirked eyebrow.

All in all, that would be it, though, they are all close, and have adapted to each of their personalities, letting them be themselves, and so, as I said, MC getting angry with the RO's quirks is not something that happens often. But, it does happen, from time to time. If I recall correctly, it happens as early as in chapter four or so😂 (obviously, it is A related😂)

[sephirthoughts]

New Tseng Headcanons!!

Tseng being a smug villain about blowing up the Sector 7 support pillar and dooming thousands to death, but also holding on to Aerith's letters for Zack because he can't bear to throw them away, which would be tantamount to admitting Zack is really gone. He's complicated.

Tseng can see the Whispers but is gaslighting Rufus about it to amuse himself

this is because Tseng is all ice-cold badass on the surface (like it's a matter of legend that he may have ever smiled once) but he's an absolute menace and he's secretly clowning everyone

it was him who stuck gum on the bottom of all of Reno's shoes

it was him who replaced Elena's bullets with blanks that one time so she thought she was a terrible shot for a whole day

it was him who anonymously circulated those embarrassing photos of Rude when he had his MC Hammer phase as a teen (Rude was not embarrassed in the least and maintains that he looked cool in parachute pants, with a flat-top fade)

it was him who threw a red scarf in with Rufus' laundry when they were in Junon and it was the only suit he brought, so he had to do a press conference in bright pink

it was him who taught Darkstar to bark wildly whenever Scarlet says the word "boring" or Hojo says the word "fascinating"

Tseng actually laughs really easily and has a very childish sense of humor. a lot of the times that he's being all silent and stoic and mysterious, it's because he literally has to bite his tongue to stop himself laughing at some stupid shit, and he can't talk while he's doing that

no one but Tseng's mother has ever actually heard him laugh (like really laugh not the villain laugh he does when he's making a theatrical scene about some evil shit he's up to)

Tseng smokes when he's stressed. no one in the fucking world knows about it and they never will. there is never even a molecule of lingering scent on him ever. the lengths he has to go to in order to accomplish this are….excessive, since no one would give a shit if they knew he smoked. he just doesn't like anyone knowing anything about him

on that note, no one knows where he actually lives. he keeps multiple dummy addresses on file with Shinra to throw the HR people off. the other Turks can't even figure it out because he always spots them when they try to tail him. like from 200 yards that asshole is supernatural or something

he considered Zack his best friend because they had several missions together and exchanged multiple sentences outside of work, due to their both caring for Aerith. it destroyed him that he failed to save Zack and he became even more cold, detached, and emotionally unavailable because of it. no one ever noticed any of this because he's a goddamn pro

he still has the letters

he's a huge dorky ridiculous Vincent Valentine fangirl and the secret president of the (admittedly very small) fan club

the fan club is called the TV Club, as in Turk Valentine, because that makes it sound like boring nerd shit that no one would be curious about if it happened to come up somehow

most of the TV Club members are retired Shinra employees who had crushes on Vincent back in the day, before he disappeared. the conspiracy theories regarding him being alive rival those of the famous Elvis truthers, and some of them get weirdly close to the real facts (those ones ironically are the most laughed at and least believed theories)

there is some very well written but anonymous reader-insert Rookie Turk x Agent Valentine fanfic on their message board, but no one can prove who wrote it

Veld is also in the fan club

so is Sephiroth for reasons currently unknown

people say Tseng's Turk Valentine cosplay is absolutely stunning (mostly because he's also beautiful, black-haired, and Wutaian) but they have no idea how how very much painstakingly historically accurate detail is in it. he had the suit custom tailored from a vintage midnight-blue worsted wool fabric that he had to hunt down because it's not in production anymore

he actually checked Vincent's old service sidearm out of the Shinra armory on supposed official Turk business to go with the costume even though everyone thought it was a replica, because real weapons are not allowed at the convention center. he knew. that was enough.

he wore the costume for the office halloween party, one year, but everyone at work just thought he got a new suit. Reno almost had a brain aneurysm over even that much, though, so it's probably for the best that they didn't notice.

however, the fact that they didn't notice the very obvious blood-red contact lenses made him deeply worried for the future of the Turks. everyone was required to attend remedial espionage training the next week, much to their bitching and moaning

@soundcrusher tagging you cause you said that you wanted to see this silliness. you brought it upon yourself! 🖤

[metallicmikus]

fun facts about gptsies to entice you to watch!

- we rented the same set that tutsies used! the company is ‘front row theatrical’! (that set is $18k btw)

- the costumers got prescription glasses that fit the time period for our specs and mike! (both wear glasses and don’t have contacts) and both actors got to keep the glasses!

- our jack kelly had only been in two productions previously and this was his first lead role! (i was shocked when i learned that, cuz he’s amazing)

- there were four daveys in the show! 3 former daveys and the current davey! crutchie, henry, and finch (me) had all previously played davey!

- over 80 people auditioned but only 37 made it into the cast (still one of the largest casts in gpt history)

- andrew keenan-bolger is an alumni of gpt and even sent the cast a video message! if he wasn’t in the dracula comedy he most likely would’ve gone to see the show! our director had worked with him before on shows and many folks in the cast know him personally!

- we had more newsies than there were newsies names in the cast so we gave our extra newsies names: Rusty, Jellybean, Kritter, Midge, and MC

- all of our girls playing newsies were kept girls, but none of them wore dresses! most of our newsies were girls. only jack, davey, race, crutchie, les, finch, albert, specs, romeo, henry, and elmer were played by guys

- mush and finch are siblings (not irl, just in the show) and we swapped socks so we had mismatched socks. we also decided that mush’s clothes were all finch’s old clothes

- we went through approximately 440 newspapers for just tech week and shows for the papes dance alone!

- it was the most expensive show in gpt history (over $70k !!)

- finch (me) was actually the person behind jack’s drawing of katherine

- we recreated some iconic newsies moments (the video of ben annoying andrew with what what happens reprise, and the titanic pose one!)

i hope you watch it! comment your thoughts on the show :33 i would love to hear them!

[yjdrabbles123]

so sorry to hear you’ve had such a rough day!! A yellowjackets hc to cheer you up:

Van and Jackie don’t play together often, but when it comes to putting on shows they are the best co-directors ever. They love staging plays, dances, talent shows, etc and make all the other littles join in and everyone who’s not in the show has to watch. They weirdly agree on almost everything, and rarely argue when they are putting on a production. Van loves coming up with stories for their plays, and getting to be the MC of the shows. Jackie loves anything she gets to star in. It can sometimes be a little frustrating for the other littles (Mari) because Van and Jackie can get bossy - but are generally fair. Mel always gets excited by these productions, jumping at the opportunity to be included (even if she has to play the frog before it gets turned into a beautiful princess). Lottie always goes full out in helping them set up when she’s big. She’ll absolutely agree to setting up tablecloths to hang from the ceiling like curtains. Shauna tries to wiggle her way out of having to watch the shows (which are often long, messy and a bit hard to follow) but one sad look from Jackie and she’s sat. Tai is always excited when they’re planning a production, Van struggles a bit with confidence when she’s small becuase of her scars and other stuff, but when she’s directing a show Van fully comes out of her shell. Tai will let her put on a whole suit just to MC a talent show and is always the loudest clapper in the audience.

i love this so so much! Lottie would ABSOLUTELY indulge them in their theatrics- nothing is offlimits and if Van or Jackie say they needa balcony or a waterfall or a cave or whatever, Lottie will be frowning to herself all evening as she thinks about how they can get the wanted effect (and she's really good at it too!)

I can also fully imagine Shauna not wanting to play (although Jackie insists theyre not playing, theyre ACTING) but also like wanting to have input on the storyline and script from her corner bc she just cant help herself.

Nat would also prove a surprisingly patient audience- she never ever wants to act in it but she's always happy to snuggle up in a big chair with a stuffed animal or a pillow and watch the show, whetever it is :3

[maybesomebeesorthings]

A Non-Exhaustive List of Things I Think Are Funny for the TWST MC to Remember from Their World

I just think that the prefect being able to remember bizarre and obscure knowledge and not like, their life before falling into Twisted Wonderland is funny (to be updated as i remember more lore and progress past book 6)

Dungeons and Dragons

Medical Conditions (not necessarily their own, just a list of a bunch of them)

The hit theatrical production STOMP (thank you Port Fest)

Halloween

Video game genres and what they entail

That one trick that ice cream vendors in Turkey do where they like make you catch the ice cream (if this has a name someone please tell me)

American Football (?)

[skylermadness]

Beachside Pizza (Cipactli TF/MC)

(Original Date of Upload: July 26, 2023)

Original Description:

If nobody else is going to make TF content on the new Housamo guy then I will. When I first saw Cipactli, before they were fully revealed as a transient from El Dorado, I pretty much had already fallen in love with them solely because they were an anthropomorphic reptilian wearing a suit. Then it was revealed who they are, what their profession is, and just about everything else. I'm surprised it took this long for Housamo to introduce a character who doubles as a silver screen actor and a stage actor, but also pretty much plays roles that would make monsterfuckers in-universe (and out) love them in so many ways. In general, Cipactli ended up becoming a big favorite of mine when the event started! Plus I like some of the silly quirks they put to their character. The pizza obsession mentioned in their character profile is one of them... This was a story I wrote in a few days while fueled with the urge to create some kind of TF on this guy. It's another in-universe TF similar to "Subcontracted", although with a different concept and different character (even if said character is still the 3rd version of the Protagonist character). Nonetheless I think it turned out rather well, if not a bit hastily written. Also I will continuously headcanon Cipactli as nonbinary. I'm dying on that hill.

   The sounds of soft steps echoed across the walls of a spiraling staircase. On it are three people, two male and one female.

   "When you said one of your most talented actors lived in the basement, I didn't expect the entryway of said basement to be a… sewer grate," one of the men, Dex, said aloud.

   "Well, the home they've made in the cavern that is our basement is quite astonishing work!" the other man, Oscar, said in response as he continued to walk down the stoney steps.

   Dex just hummed in response, skeptical. He had been quite familiar with being on the end of many 'odd jobs' as he liked to call them. Always being called around Tokyo by one guild or another for reasons that are well beyond his general knowledge. Today he was in the hands of the Yurakucho Guild, titled the Entertainers. A group of performers from various sides of the industry. Although something about them has always made Dex feel a bit off.

   It doesn't help that the reasoning for him being here hasn't been revealed in full. He wasn't the most familiar in either performance or stage production, although he's pretty sure he could easily get the hang of it like he does most things. But it's hard to really start taking it into consideration when the guild's master, Oscar, seemed insistent in keeping everything a secret. All he knows is he's required to meet one of the main actors of this play: a Transient that goes by the name Imix.

   Dex rushed forward a bit, trying to sandwich himself between Oscar and the woman beside them. A lady of many masks named Christine. He nervously tried to whisper to her a simple question, "So what exactly am I here for…?"

   "All will be revealed in time," the woman says with a smile. Always a cryptic lady, she seems to be. It made Dex feel more unnerved.

   "And that time is nigh as we are almost there!" Oscar proclaimed. 

   The trio had found themselves slowing down their descent as the stairs gave way to a single corridor. That corridor led to a massive door, an intense humidity emanating outwards from it.

   Dex hesitated a bit, the man lagging behind due to the rather absurd sight. Oscar and Christine continued forward however, forcing Dex to swiftly catch back up to them.

   "I would be one for theatrics, but we do have to make your meeting happen as soon as possible," Oscar started. His steps began to slow, distance to the door properly closing and prompting him to stretch a hand out to grasp the knob. "Get the two of you familiar with each other as soon as possible and all. I'd prefer not to make it too hasty, but the productions we've had planned for the next month have quite the rigid schedule."

   "You two will have all the time in the world to learn about each other anyway," Christine said, following up her superior's statements. "The stage has a tendency to bring people together."

   With that a soft click emanated from the door followed by a loud creak. A bright light had rapidly escaped from it, filling the room and temporarily blinding Dex as he finally managed to catch back up to the duo in full. 

   "W-what the-" 

   The man's hand was suddenly taken by Oscar, and the guild master led him into the supposed basement of the Entertainer's theater.

   It took a few seconds for Dex's eyes to readjust to the new, sudden,  bright light, but once it did he was… astonished to say the least.

   He was vaguely familiar with something called the Tokyo Cavity Theory. It was a theory that posited a useless expanse existing beneath the city. He didn't really care enough about it to either believe or deny it, but here he found himself well believing it's existence. The Entertainer's basement was the Tokyo Cavity itself, and the expanse that was the Cavity was a heavily foliated paradise to say the least. An evident mix of jungle and beach, sharing the same hot humidity that both environments would possess. It was already making Dex feel a little sweaty. All the while the place was somehow heavily illuminated to the point it was just like the outside, likely due some kind of artificial sunlight set up by the guild.

   "As you can see this is very much more than a basement," Oscar said with a smirk. He let go of Dex's hand, stepping back a bit to supposedly let him view the place on his own.

   Christine is the next to speak. "Imix is quite talented in much more than acting…" 

   "Wait, they grew all of this…?" Dex inquired as he stepped forward a bit, looking around at all the dense jungle foliage. It honestly felt oddly familiar in ways he couldn't describe.

   "You could say that…" Oscar responded with a knowing smile. 

"Now, both Christine and I have some important work to attend to," both the guild master and his guildmate turned to head out the door. "I do believe you should be able to find Imix, especially since they have a tendency to just lounge around the space at their leisure when off-duty."

   "I-I guess??" Dex turned around to watch the two leave. "Any specific spot I should look for…?"

   "You'll know it when you see it," was the only answer given. 

   With that the duo of entertainers left the cavern almost as soon as they entered. The door creaked again as it shut behind them, Dex being left in the silent jungle that was the famed Tokyo Cavity. He wasn't alone here, luckily. Or so he was left to believe, anyway. He began to walk on the one trail that cleaved the jungle, blissfully unaware that the door that served as the entrance had been locked once it was shut…

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   Sweat slowly dribbled down Dex's forehead, and the young man angrily muttered something as he felt small grains of sand in his shoes again.

   "Where the hell is this guy…" he said to himself. It felt like he's been roaming around here for an hour, even if the truth is he's only been down here for twenty or so minutes. 

   Currently he had found himself back at the beach that the path from the entrance led to. He had gone off into the jungle about twice during the twenty minutes, but it was relatively fruitless and evidently impossible to do proper searches within for a single person like him. Mainly because he really did not want to get lost in the middle of the jungle that was within a cave system that was supposedly the size of Tokyo itself. Then again he wasn't fully convinced that this was not some kind of permanent world collision like the ones in Tokyo Bay.

   For some reason his first thought for it was a collision with El Dorado.

   Disregarding that thought, he continues to stroll across the beach. Was he searching, was he waiting, he wasn't really quite sure anymore. The only perks of this place was the tropical feel and the surprising lack of bugs. A real paradise, he internally reiterated to himself.

   "You'd think a famed acting guild would know how to properly time their meetings," he casually complained, feeling some more grains of sand somehow make their way into his footwear. He does end up idly looking forward for a bit, eyes drifting onto a large reclining lounge chair not unlike those you'd find on beaches.

   He'd passed it once or twice before during his searches. It was the only spot in any of the areas he was in that had any sort of non-natural objects. Just a simple chair, a small table beside it, and a closed umbrella on the opposing side to the table. He had also taken note of the table possessing a supposedly unopened pizza box. A peculiar thing that stood out to him, but not one he really wanted to dwell on at the time of searching.

   …although his eyes were lingering a bit too long on the box. His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of his stomach growling.

   "Urgh, damn it," he swore he ate before coming here. Then again, pizza was always rather alluring.

   Dex gave in rather easily. He's been roaming around here for a while, and one slice wouldn't hurt. It's the least that could be done for forcing him to wait so long. Or just forcing him to even search for his client at all.

   "As soon as possible my ass…" he angrily muttered as he took a seat on the chair. His legs dangled off the side, feet still digging into the sand as he faced the table. He slowly opened the pizza box, preparing himself to see either bugs or just absolutely nothing. All he would be greeted with however was the smell of cheese, tomato sauce, and meat, all wafting out the container the moment it was cracked open.

   Taking that as a good sign, Dex shifted to quickly opening the box instead. Within it sat a standard sliced up pizza. Meat lovers if he had to presume judging by the copious amount of meat chunks and pepperoni that topped the cheese. The smell was practically entrancing though. It filled his brain with some intense urge to just… consume.

   Another growl escaped his stomach. With that he just grabbed a singular slice, took a moment to watch the melted cheese stick and hang from the slice, then… bite.

   "Mmph… still… warm…"

   His words slowed as he chewed. It was originally at a quicker pace, but it seemed to only slow down as he started to feel weird. Was he getting tired? And his brain was beginning to feel a little fuzzy… but it. It didn't matter, the pizza was good. So good that it kept him distracted from the changes beginning to occur within his hands…

   It was a bit subtle at first. Nails appearing to become slightly sharper and a tealish coloration formulating at the very tips of his fingers. Subtlety didn't last long though as the changes rapidly evolved. The sharpness of his nails grew more prominent, steadily poking out from behind the tips of his fingers before seemingly shifting in position. The location of them was in the process of moving, going from the edges of his fingers to the very ends of them. All the while the translucent keratin was altering at the cellular level, hardening into a set of boney claws.

   Concurrent to the changes in his nails was another set of changes in his fingers and hands. The tealish coloration that entered the tips was moving downwards, slowly but surely making its way to covering the entirety of his fingers. The discoloration was a direct result of his skin changing, the composition of it being shifted into a smooth feel that was a byproduct of their physiology going from human skin to an almost scale-like composition. However a level of softness did remain in the texture, likely due to the aforementioned smoothness. 

   All while the scales covered his fingers a change in size was settling into them as well. Each one grew thicker and plumper at the same time, easily shifting into massive sausages of appendages. Two fingers on each hand also seemed to be sticking together, both ring and middle fingers squeezing together until they merged into one chunky finger. At the same time the rest of his hands would grow in size as well, a wave of teal washing over them as they stretched out wider and broader. A beefiness would also be added to the appendages, thickening them up as well as the muscles and bone within them bulked up in size. All of this would noticeably cause the pizza slice he was holding to look dramatically smaller within it than it had a minute prior, although it seems Dex hasn't noticed it.

   Eventually the scales would travel beyond his wrists and start layering onto his forearms. Although much like his hands, his arms ended up undergoing the same set of changes. The size of his lower arms were the first to grow, their diameter increasing due to the muscles within them getting enlarged drastically. While they did possess a certain thickness before, the transformation only layered onto that by practically doubling his arms in size.

   The effects of this would be better showcased once everything moved past his elbows and onto his upper arms. His biceps practically ballooned outwards, as did his triceps, once the changes in skin washed over them. Muscle mass bulking and increasing more, causing the rolled up sleeves of his shirt to strain against them. Creases formed within the fabric as the indents that divided his muscles pushed up against the sleeves in their pursuit of growth. And his shirt's attempts to contain his beefing arms would end up rapidly becoming useless, rips piercing the air due to tears forming at the seams. All of which was because his delts had swelled out well beyond the size that his sleeves would have originally been able to confine them. And judging by the sounds of more rips playing out, the rest of his newfound musculature had quickly reached that size as well.

   Although the sounds of his clothing starting to tear was very evident, Dex strangely didn't seem to mind. He was too focused on eating the slice of pizza to really seem to care. Alongside the haze in his mind that just dulled his ability to really focus on anything besides the food for the time being. If anything all he felt was a bit tired, a feeling that prompted him to reposition himself to fully be on the chair and casually lounge upon it. All the while he took another bite of the pizza slice in his hand.

   He chews, oddly content despite the situation. The young man was either unaware or uncaring at the feeling of scales starting to etch their way onto his chest and back. The teal coloration had also shifted to a dark shade of navy as they layered onto his upper torso. The width of his body steadily expanded, shoulders starting to grow broader as his form was pushed out to get larger. The size of his body increasing also became evident in the changes on his torso, his pectorals seeming to push out more with each idle inhale he did. More thick muscles are being added into the region at a steady pace, giving the meaty slabs an even harder firmness than they had before. This would only be temporary however as a dense layer of fat accumulated upon the region, a softness being forced upon them. The growth in size also seemed to be getting so prevalent that one of the buttons of his shirt snapped off, showing off the thick shelf of fatty pectorals he now possessed.

   While everything had surrounded his very core, beneath all the muscles and fat was a rather peculiar change. It was evident he was becoming a different creature biologically, and it seemed deep down his body was beginning to adjust to that very change in species. A deep chill entered his body, his heart momentarily slowing before going back to its usual pacing. The sweat-inducing heat of the massive cavern was changing to something more manageable as deep within his skin his internal body temperature was shifting. He was becoming cold blooded.

   While that occured, the navy blue scales eventually reached his abdomen and a V-shaped segmenting pattern was prominently forming in the scales that layered the region. In sharp contrast to the changes that happened in his upper chest, the transformation in this area seemed to instantly begin to fat. It started with a small bloating as his belly was beginning to round out a bit, his abdominal muscles steadily getting consumed at a slow pace. The consumption would only progress further, the toned appearance getting replaced with a much smoother one as his swelling belly pushed out further. The remaining buttons of his shirt soon started to strain while the split tried to hold itself against his round gut, but it was now rapidly becoming pointless as the mass pushed forward even more. After just a few seconds those buttons would break off as well, the halves of his shirt sliding off his belly as it got even more thick and round. So large and filled with fat it became, practically differing massively from his previous size. So much so that it seemed to be causing the seat of the chair he was sitting on to dip a bit, descending even more as weight was continuing to add onto his form.

   If the addition to his weight wasn't enough, there also was an addition to his height that was starting to get put in place. A slight tugging feeling was surging up and down his spinal cord, which caused Dex to idly wiggle a bit in his chair in order to somewhat massage it out. All this would do was allow a significant addition in inches to be applied to the changing man's height. Furthermore, a few lumps started to rise out from the fabric of his shirt on his back as beneath it more changes were occuring behind him. While the scales were obviously cascading downwards towards his rear, a more peculiar change was occurring as boney spikes were poking out from across his skin. They were small at first, but it only took a few seconds for them to get larger enough and pointy enough that some of the spikes across his upper back tore through his shirt. A row of spikes was also forming down the midline of his back, inching closer and closer to his tailbone.

   By this point in time Dex had basically reached the crust of the pizza slice he was consuming, although he was evidently planning to eat that as well. Though it became harder to focus on eating as he felt pressure wrack across his own spinal column, especially an extremely prominent one at the base of it.

   "Uurgh, damn-" he casually growled as he wiggled a bit more. A small part of him had noticed that his voice was seeming to change. It was noticeably deeper and a bit more guttural. None of that really mattered to him though, he just wanted to slip back into pizza-eating comfort.

   It wasn't long before he almost instinctively decided to change his seating position, repositioning himself onto his belly and switching to lying with his top half on the lower end of the chair while his bottom half was resting on the chair's backrest. The least conventional way to sit on a chair, but it was oddly comfortable for him. Especially considering his much more massive size. Plus it allowed him to more easily stare at the lake that the beach bordered.

   "Mmm, better…" he said with a smile before going to consume the pizza crust. The sound of his voice again resonated in his ears for a bit, Dex momentarily dwelling on just how rough it was sounding. It seemed like it was bordering on the ends of animalistic yet still at enough of a tone that it possessed a human-like quality still. But another bite into the pizza crust and those concerns were gone. If anything, the new voice he was getting was feeling more normalized within his mind. 

   He shifted his weight a bit to the side, stretching out a hand and pawing for the table in order to get another slice. While he was doing so, the row of spikes that was traveling down his midline ended up finally reaching his rear. His face scrunched into one of annoyance as he felt the pressure in the base of his spine increase tenfold, but he tried to ignore it. He just wanted to put all his focus in grabbing this pizza slice and- 

   "Ah, there!"

   Pizza finally in hand, he brought the new slice towards his face and didn't even think twice before shoving it into his mouth. The taste and smell only intensified the haze in his brain, and Dex completely lost the ability to care about his tailbone. Or the bump stradily forming from that region. A massive one, slowly but surely increasing in size to the point that it was growing visible in the seat of his pants. Every passing second causes that swelling in his rear to just increase more and more. What could easily pass as an eternity only lasts a short span of time however as just after a few more seconds a slight rip formed in the dark gray fabric of his pants, and then after that…

   Shrrrp!!

   "Grrrah!!~"

   Exploding from behind him was a tail, the new appendage rapidly slithering out from the massive hole it burst in Dex's pants. The tail had a noticeably segmented appearance, its growth appearing as if each segment was being added one by one. All of it was adorned in the beautiful teal scales, and the top portion of the tail had bony spines poking out of it. And much like the rest of his transforming body, his tail was absolutely large in size. The base that was most connected to his body was massive in diameter, and each segment seemed to slowly get slightly smaller until it tapered out into a pointed tip. And it wouldn't even reach the tip until it lengthened to about three feet long, a rather long size to the point that it would have to casually droop off the side of the chair and lay in the sand.

   This wouldn't be the only change in the lower half of his body either as the flush of teal would flow down to his legs. The musculature in his legs would be prompted to expand dramatically, much like how it did back in his arms. His thighs were the first to enlarge, muscles bulking in size at a rapid pace. Quadriceps and hamstrings grew in tandem getting thicker and thicker with each passing moment. It was easily filling out the legs of his pants at a rapid rate, only to expand to a size evidently larger than his pants would be able to contain. Everything in the fabric smoothing out more before the sides began to split open and showing the new set of scales that now adorned his legs. 

   A few seconds after his upper legs began to change, his lower legs started to follow behind them. His pants were inching downwards little by little as the bones in his legs seemed to extend slightly. Although if he were in a standing position it would be noticeable that he was more top heavy, leaving his legs still a little short in comparison to his torso. Alongside that the crus of his legs was slightly shorter than his thighs. Although they still possessed the enormous swelling that was their calf muscles bulging outwards, getting larger and stronger.

   In almost an instant the transformation would also jump down past his ankles and onto his feet. The changes in this region were rather drastic, size steadily growing larger and causing his feet to push up against the leather of his shoes. It didn't take long before the confines of his shoes were being stretched to their limits, bulges forming into the toecap while the sides and heels were dug into by his feet. The leather of his footwear eventually started ripping off from the soles, meanwhile toes were beginning to pop out from the front. This was aided by the sharpening of his toenails, them also repositioning to the front of his toes like his fingernails did. The nails gained a bony structure, lengthening out into sharp claws that continued to rip out his shoes. His toes were also in the process of thickening, and two toes on each foot merged together as well. 

   With another bite into his pizza, Dex idly hums to himself as he stares out towards the massive body of water. It was a song he couldn't quite recall the name of in full, but he felt like he knew what it was. "Heh, darned earworm…"

   A low rumble then exited his throat, a sound that was akin to a crocodilian growl. His tail idly swayed behind him, and in general it seemed the biological changes to him were settling in full. He stopped sweating minutes ago thanks to his new lower body temperature balancing out the tropical climate of the cave system.

   "Mmph, still feel weird though…" he used his free hand to scratch at his neck. The scales were already halfway up it and were moving further upwards towards his face. At the same time, a golden lemniscate symbol appeared on the right side of his neck. All the while the deepness in his voice would settle into the low, gruff and guttural tone that it had started forming minutes prior. Still humming, he takes yet another bite into his pizza. He casually chewed away, unaware of the teal scales that had now finally begun speckling his jawline and moving forward onto the rest of his face.

   While the scales made their way across his head the very structure of his skull was being altered beneath them. The most prominent change came at the front of it, steadily beginning to push forward due to these structural changes. The entire section of his face that was under the eyes grew out, extending forwards more as if to create some kind of muzzle. The bridge of his nose widened while the entirety of his nose itself was squished into the newly forming muzzle, leaving only two holes at the tip of it. Evidently as it was also gaining more shape and definition, the muzzle was also appearing more boxy in appearance with his lower jawline looking more angular while his upper jaw was more rectangular in shape. Within his mouth his teeth were also in the process of sharpening as well.

   In addition to those changes were alterations in his facial features. Poking out the sides of his upper lip were two sharp protrusions that still maintained a connection to the rest of his scaly skin. A triad of sharp ridges arose from the ends of his muzzle closest to his face, and right behind the third ridge blossomed a duo of webbings of hard bright blue cartilage that grew to border the sides of his muzzle in entirety. Shortly after his face finished pushing forward, a set of bony spikes had also started to grow out from across his jawline. These spikes continued to grow to form a rugged crag of bone that seemed to make a makeshift beard of some kind.

   The changes on the upper half of his face were a bit more lightweight, although his skull structure had shifted on that area as well to become wider and more proportionate to look well with his muzzle. His hairline was in the process of receding as the scales continued to move further up his scalp, and his ears were steadily shrinking away into nothing but holes. The ear holes had also changed positioning during the structural changes, tucked behind two massive bumps that had formed on the sides of his head. The skin was slowly pulling away from the apexes of these bumps as well, even more bone pushing out towards the sides as large horns that were absolutely thick in diameter were growing out of the bumps.

   The weird presence of bone only grew stronger with the man's eyebrows fading away, brow ridges pushing forward while oddly stylized bony bits replaced his brows. Meanwhile, as his hairline only continued to pull back, large bony spikes were jutting out the top of his head. These spikes were varying in length, but all of them seemed to curl forward slightly while clustering together to form a fauxhawk-type styling. This would continue until the disappearance of his hair reached the back of his head, in which as it sloughed away it would instead get replaced by a bright blue crest that would grow from the back of his head, down to his neck, and ending at his upper back.

   His body had been completely changed now, although Dex persisted in his seeming unawareness as he continued to bite away at the rest of the pizza slice in his hand. Was this the second or third one? He couldn't quite recall. If anything it just feels like he's been sitting here for ages waiting for…

   "Mm, what was I waiting for again…?"

   His mind was still rather foggy. He couldn't exactly remember what he was meant to be doing, why he was here, who he was- Although everything here was extremely familiar.

   His thoughts and concerns were instantly fractured as the sound of some kind of intercom practically blasted from wherever it was in the cavern's overhang. "Cipactli- er, Imix, could you please head up to Oscar's office for your designated pre-rehearsal meeting?" a feminine voice asked rather demandingly over the intercom's speaker system.

   The reptile's eyes widened. "R-right!" 

   He- er, they had a meeting? How could they forget that! Come to think of it, how could they forget a lot of things? That intercom announcement seemed to completely dispel the fog inside the crocodile-like creature's mind, a new identity being revealed that they were unaware was even different from anything prior. 

   Cipactli wiggled their way out of their resting position within the chair, taking a rather long time to actually adjust themselves properly and stand up. They raised a hand up to their head, a headache still prevalent in their skull as they were continuously unaware of their new self being rooted into their mind. They proceeded to shuffle their way off the beach and towards the path that led to the door out the massive cavern that Cipactli called home. That they definitely seemed to recall rather quickly, alongside their placement as one of the Entertainer's newer actors within the guild. 

   The recollection and changes in mentality seemed to cause one last change in their physicality. Eyes slitting while their irises and sclera gained a white and yellow coloration into them. Meanwhile a set of symbols steadily emblazoned themselves across the giant reptile's elbows, knees, shoulders, and torso, all of which representing a single thing: a sharp toothed maw opening itself slightly. Many of these weird markings wouldn't stay visible for long though. One final transformation seemed to prime itself, their extremely undersized and rather tattered clothing now starting to grow in size as if it were changing to fit their now much larger body.

   As their clothing grew, various alterations were in the process of setting in all at once across it. On their shirt, a standard blue coloration quickly overtook the original white color while the material gained a more silken tone to it. The shirt's collar flattened and lengthened a bit while a portion of their shirt's split folded back and connected with the collar to properly formulate a lapel. A few pockets formed on both sides of the split, and within the split itself it gained golden buttons that were in a flower shape. It seemed as if flowers were a relatively important aspect in this newly formed suit jacket as various floral designs were etched into the suit's collar and lapel.

   Beneath the shifted jacket came a new article of clothing. Manifesting across their torso was a yellowish material. It had easily encapsulated their body and stretched over their arms before the new sleeves cuffed around their elbows. The middle of the fabric parted itself into a split down the midline, multiple fastened buttons running alongside it as it formed. A collar also bloomed around their neck, proving that this new article of clothing was some kind of button-up to accompany the new suit jacket. Designs of greenish-colored circles with dots inside them formed around the new shirt's collar, and also seemed to form across the shirt in its entirety. Alongside this, an extremely dark blue tie manifested itself as well, slithering its way around their neck loosely before knotting itself and tucking itself into their suit jacket.

   Meanwhile their pants were following a similar change to their former shirt. The deep grays of them get consumed by the same blue colors while the material shifted to silk. All the while they had grown to fit their new size, and stitched themselves back together to fix the rips and tears that the transformation had caused them. The changes with their pants were evidently less complex though, as the only addition to them were a trio of metallic eyelets that formed on both thigh sections of the pant legs. 

   Meanwhile their footwear were in the process of fixing themselves as well. Ripped up toecaps and heels being repaired as good as new while the entirety of each shoe grew to a size that better encapsulated the much larger and less human feet of the crocodile-like beast. If that wasn't enough, the brown coloration of the material rapidly darkened to a sleek black while a leathery roughness was forced into the material itself. The golden buckle that kept the shoes fastened expanded and properly connected to the leather, shifting into more of a strap that fulfilled the same need. 

   The last thing that occurred was the appearance of a few stray accessories on their arms. On their right arm formed a golden watch with an emerald-like facet on the face of it. Meanwhile manifesting on both arms, strapped right above the elbows, were a set of sleeve garters. The garters seemed to have a complex design and shape to them, and were primarily composed of a mix of gold and turquoise.

   By the time their clothing had finished altering, Cipactli had made their way down the jungle path and was now at the door that served as the exit to their large abode. Placing a hand on the door's handle, they jiggled the knob a bit only to find it was locked. "Grrh, damned thing must've stuck again."

   They continued to jiggle the handle, adding a bit more force with each passing second before they ultimately ripped the handle off by complete accident. Luckily this was somehow followed by the sound of the door's lock disengaging. The door creaked open after that, with Cipactli walking through the doorway and casually disregarding the knob on the walkway's concrete floor. "Don't think I'll be needing that anyway. Barely anyone comes down here…"

   With that, Cipactli resumed their trek to the staircase that led to the manhole to the surface. A set of low notes reverberated from their throat as they resumed humming the exact same song that was stuck in their head from earlier. It was something from the next play that the Entertainers were slated to rehearse. The Phantom of the Opera...

[carewyncromwell]

"Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud, Try as I may, it doesn't last..."

x~x~x~x

Happy Halloween, all! In the past, I've drawn several pieces featuring my MC's as characters from some of my favorite animated movies, and in honor of that tradition, I decided this year I'd try my hand at Carewyn and Jacob's mum, Lane Cromwell, casting her as Sally from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas!

My history with The Nightmare Before Christmas is a very long one. You young whippersnappers who weren't around when this movie came out might not know this, but when the film was first released, it was NOT the big marketing cash cow that it is now. On the contrary, it was a cult classic at best. Disney had so little faith in the project while it was in production that it was even put out under the Touchstone Pictures banner, rather than with its official company branding. The film's original theatrical trailer, as well, was not a great representation of the film we got, to the extent that when my mum saw it -- especially the scene of the kid pulling the head out of the box at the end -- she was so horrified that she declared there was no way her two-year-old daughter would ever watch something like that. Fortunately my father (who was both a bit younger and more avant-garde and nerdy in his media tastes) already knew Tim Burton for his previous works like Batman and Pee Wee's Big Adventure, and he persuaded Mum to give the movie a chance. Mum was still incredibly skeptical, but we still went to go see it as soon as it came out. And shockingly, not only did I fall in love with The Nightmare Before Christmas at once at the ripe old age of two, but both my dad AND my mum loved it too! And from that year on, it was a holiday staple in our family, one we watched and sang along to every single year without fail. It was The Nightmare Before Christmas that made Mum fall in love with the music of Danny Elfman, and even if she honestly isn't a big Tim Burton fan, she has enjoyed every soundtrack Elfman's ever written for Burton's films. So it was really wholesome for me to draw Lane -- a character partially inspired by my mother -- as our favorite ragdoll, Sally. Like Sally, Lane may be quiet and not as charismatic or dynamic around people as Jack, but she is sweet, sensible, and sharp as a whip, and she will do whatever she has to in order to be free.

Hope you're all well! Much love!! xoxo

[misc-obeyme]

What do you think the Obey Me! character's roles would play in a scripted sketch comedy, including Mc?

Well, anon, I’m afraid I don’t know a whole lot about scripted sketch comedy so I’m not sure how good my opinion on this would be.

However I’m under the impression that comedy sketches aren’t super long, which makes me think that unless they’re doing a whole movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail style, there are probably too many characters to fit into a single sketch.

I also suspect it depends on what the sketch is about.

But generally, it seems that MC is always chosen to be the center of attention so likely they would be the main person.

Actually I kinda think you maybe could fit everybody in if it was a sketch about MC and their life in the Devildom.

Like you got MC just going about their normal human day when all of a sudden BAM demon therapist. As funny as it’d be to have all the characters play exaggerated versions of themselves I think it’d be more entertaining if they had to play each other.

So I think you could do something where MC is kind of the center and everybody else comes and goes, interacting with MC along the way. And occasionally they overlap and chaos ensues.

I’m not entirely sure if this answers the question - there may be some mechanics of sketch comedy that I’m missing here.

Like if you meant more about the entire production then I think Asmo would be good at costumes but he’d also want to perform so he might have to leave costuming to Barb & Levi. I also see Levi being good at lighting & tech stuff. Make Diavolo a camera guy for some reason that just feels right lol. Simeon writes the script but Lucifer directs & nobody can decide if that’s better or worse. Solomon is doing special effects and Mammon is in charge of marketing.

Hmm this is ending up a little bit more about a theatrical production. I used to volunteer at a theatre so that’s what I know more about lol.

Anyway, I hope I somewhat answered the question??

[miasiegert]

Tomorrow...

I'm so scared of flying. I think everything's packed and all set clothing-wise. Issue really is how much to put in my backpack vs my personal item. I'm absolutely terrified of flying, irrationally so.

We saw a preview of our house we'll be sharing with Chaz and it looks wonderful so I'm hoping to get some writing and maybe we'll play Smash Bros or I can convince them to watch "P-Valley" and "Hightown" with me.

I forgot who asked about changes if we directed CATS and I remember I said make it gay. But that's because I didn't think out of the box enough. Having something theatrical but anthromorphic with Bombalurina and Demeter working a pole to a mix of Macavity *by a very trained producer and with a very good MC* would be incredible. Of course that'd require changes, such as people doing vocals as different characters, and probably mostly body paint or boots painted with the colors. Some productions have done interesting things with circuses, but not like this, not where it's solid art.

Uncle Clifford is nonbinary, she/her pronouns btw. I will not take any "P-Valley" or "Hightown" slander.

Would want Victoria on a combo of a beautiful tight rope and lyra, trapeze for Tumble, Pounce, and Plato. Silks are my absolute favorite so I'd need to think about that because Misto's almost too easy since then you could do the Deuteronomy trick easily.

[gulonline]

couple of miscellaneous DreamLogic ideas, slammed into one post bc i feel like it lol

building on MC's maladaptive daydreaming, i think i want the first "section" [what would be the first few levels, or the first chapter if this were an episodic release game] to be ambiguous enough that almost all the weird stuff going on might be MC stress-dissociating & them doubting their own short-term memory. end result is a mix of some actual moments of dissociation, one or two genuine events, and just enough Could Be Either events.

"did i actually just see that, or am i just Thinking i saw something creepy because of my current situation/environment"

"of course i'd be fantasizing about [Show Character] at literally every turn, i'm basically in a one-to-one scale of their cartoon world. fuckin' Duh."

even had a scene idea where they end up with a visceral daydream about their best friend getting snatched/grabbed/mauled by some giant beast [possibly a monster/villain from the cartoon]. by the time this happens, they're in a bad enough headspace that it sends them into a anxiety spiral-

"why would i fantasize about that, what the fuck???? did that actually happen or am i THAT stressed out?????"

----

thinking on the mascot characters..... i really liked Bendy & The Ink Machine's "cartoons brought to life" concept, so i might take some inspo from that. keeping with the theme park, uh, theme, i think twisting it toward something to do with mascot costumes could be interesting?

like, if the park is meant to be fully immersive, it makes total sense they'd have meet-'n-greet "Character Experiences" for guests. plus i think costumes will be fun to play with, because maybe you can't really tell when/if they're empty or not.

which leads me into thinking about What exactly is happening at the park...

i think i wanna go for some supernatural-bullshit angle? less "ghosts are literally haunting & animating the costumes," & more like something along the lines of ResiEvil's mold, whatever the fuck's going on with Silent Hill, and uhhh Third Example.

even though this IS a completely indulgent project that's purely for funsies, i don't really wanna cop Bendy's shtick whole cloth. [heh. costumes. whole cloth.] i want something more.... tailored.

;D

i kinda like the idea of "demonic nonsense animates the intractable character costumes [because the company didn't want to hire actual actors due to the longterm cost]" but that could just be achieved via animatronics, and then i'm just wading back into fnaf territory. and tbh, that's not really a direction i wanna go for this :/

like, i don't want the mascot characters to be animatronics for a number of reasons. "it's overdone" is honestly one reason, the other being i really don't wanna get into the weeds about the in-universe logistics of fully freeroaming animatronics. because I Will. i Would Not Be Able To Help Myself if i went this route. i would get so bogged down by building up some history behind the technology needed to achieve this that the rest of the story would get swept away & WHOOPS now it's fnaf security breech with the serial numbers filled off-

GRANTED, said technology could be a total flop. sucks so much ass, none of it works correctly, & absolutely everyone hates the end product. but idk. i think Just the costumes provides more creative wiggle room & opportunities for theatrics.

plus, i enjoy the idea of toying with like... the line between costume & actor blurring. and you just wouldn't be able to get that with animatronics.

[bouzoukiplayermelbourne]

Discover the Thriving Greek Entertainment Scene in Melbourne

Melbourne is a city renowned for its rich cultural diversity, and one of the most vibrant and passionate communities within it is the Greek population. With its strong ties to tradition, music, dance, and food, Greek Entertainment Melbourne offers a dynamic blend of old and new. Whether you're seeking an authentic cultural experience or just want to enjoy some lively entertainment, Melbourne’s Greek scene has something to offer everyone.

A Hub for Greek Music and Dance

One of the key aspects of Greek entertainment in Melbourne is the music and dance scene. Greek folk music, with its distinctive rhythms and melodies, forms the backbone of many social gatherings. Traditional instruments like the bouzouki, violin, and laouto provide the soundtrack to celebrations, festivals, and family gatherings.

Melbourne hosts regular Greek music nights at various venues, where live bands take to the stage and encourage everyone to join in on the dance floor. The "sirtaki," perhaps one of the most famous Greek dances, is a crowd favorite, often bringing people together in a joyous celebration of unity and rhythm. Whether you are a seasoned dancer or a beginner, there’s no shortage of opportunities to learn and experience these ancient dances.

The Greek Festival: A Celebration of Culture

The Melbourne Greek Festival is a major highlight of the city's cultural calendar. Held annually, this vibrant event brings together thousands of visitors to experience the best of Greek food, music, dance, and art. The festival is a true reflection of Melbourne's Greek community, with local Greek Australians showcasing their culture in a fun and welcoming environment. Traditional Greek dishes like souvlaki, moussaka, and baklava can be found at food stalls, while live performances and theatrical shows provide entertainment for all ages.

The festival also offers a chance for younger generations of Greeks to connect with their heritage while sharing their experiences with the wider Melbourne community. This mix of tradition and contemporary influences makes the event a truly exciting and inclusive celebration.

Greek Cinema and Theatrical Performances

For those who prefer the arts and storytelling, Melbourne’s Greek entertainment extends to cinema and theater. The city is home to a number of Greek-themed film festivals and special screenings, offering a chance to view both classic and modern Greek films. These films often explore themes of family, love, migration, and identity, providing a deep insight into Greek culture.

The Greek theatrical scene in Melbourne is also thriving, with numerous plays and performances taking place throughout the year. These productions often incorporate traditional Greek stories, myths, and modern interpretations, providing a rich experience for theater lovers.

Dining Out: A Culinary Adventure

Of course, no discussion of Greek MC Melbourne would be complete without mentioning the food. Melbourne boasts a fantastic array of Greek restaurants, cafes, and bakeries, where you can indulge in the finest Mediterranean dishes. From the iconic gyro and souvlaki to rich casseroles and fresh seafood, Greek food is known for its bold flavors and healthy ingredients.

Many of these restaurants also host live Greek music nights, creating the perfect backdrop for a night of entertainment with family and friends. Whether you’re enjoying a casual dinner or celebrating a special occasion, Greek dining in Melbourne is an immersive experience for the senses.

Greek Community Events

Beyond the well-known festivals and performances, Melbourne’s Greek community also organizes a variety of local events that celebrate Greek culture. From church fêtes to cultural workshops, there are numerous opportunities to engage with the community, learn about its history, and partake in lively social events.

[haeminlgc]

new faces award

This was the last week of filming New Faces and Haemin could he was honestly sad about it. Despite the long filming hours he had come to enjoy the show a lot as it had pushed him to come out of his shell and shown a different side to of himself, to new and old fans. It had been entertaining to see how his fellow actors had chosen to showcase themselves, on more than one occasion completely immersing Haemin in the moment that he forgot about the cameras on set. Now all that remained was the awards ceremony.

Of course it wasn't a real awards ceremony but it would be good practice for any future award that he might be given (he really hoped that one day he'd be able to snag one, but that was still a long ways off). Haemin wondered what kind of award the production team had cooked up for him as he clapped enthusiastically for his coworkers as they were presented with their respective prizes.

"And now up next is the award for 'the person who blushes the easiest' which goes to, drum roll please.... Yoo Haemin! Well done on this prestigious prize! Come on up."

Just hearing what the award was for dusted Haemin's cheeks a light pink as he smiled bashfully, fighting the urge to hide his face in his hands as he rose and approached the MC. He waved and bowed theatrically to his left and right before grasping the fake award and raising it in triumph.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. This award is… everything," he began feeling the heat creep from his cheeks up the the tip of his ears positive that they were glowing hot enough to be seen underneath his makeup, "Mom, Dad, are you seeing this? Your youngest son has won an award for being easy to embarrass. Isn't it just amazing? I have always dreamt of winning this specific and not at all tailored to me prize and now it's finally in my hand. It's taken a lot of hard work to be able to blush like I do and I wouldn't be here without your support. I would like to thank everyone who believed in me, all my fans and friends, agency staff and CEO. I'll do my best to continue being someone who blushes easily in the future."

With a last bow of his head Haemin scurried back to his spot eager to hide his face in Minkyu's shoulder until he'd regained some sort of normal colour.

[aykutiltertr]

Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya - Shahid Kapoor, Kriti Sanon - Rhythm K...  Ayrıcalıklardan yararlanmak için bu kanala katılın: ( Join this channel to enjoy privileges.) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCqm-5vmc2L6oFZ1vo2Fz3JQ/join Şarkının Orijinal Versiyonunu Linkten Dinleyip Ritim Karaokesiyle Çalışabilirsiniz. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLqmL9cPN1E Aykut ilter Ritim Karaoke Kanalıma Abone Olun Beğenip Paylaşın. Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya - Shahid Kapoor, Kriti Sanon - Rhythm Karaoke Original Traffic Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya (Title Track): Shahid Kapoor, Kriti Sanon | Raghav,Tanishk, Asees STRUMMING EditIs this strumming pattern correct? 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & [Intro] C F x2 [Verse] C        F            C Alag tujhme asar kuch hai C           F             C Ke dikhta nahi magar kuch hai C        F            C Alag tujhme asar kuch hai C           F             C Ke dikhta nahi magar kuch hai C Fida hoon main toh Am Ek nazar bas F Ek nazar bas Dm           C Ek nazar tak ke C Lage bhi toh yeh Am Aur kidhar ab F Aur kidhar dil Dm            C Sang tere lag ke [Pre-Chorus] C        Am           G Sahi woh bhi lage mujhko G         F            C Galat tujhme agar kuch hai C        F            C Alag tujhme asar kuch hai [Chorus] C            F Tum se kiran dhoop ki C             G Tum se siyaah raat hai C                A# Tum bin main bin baat ka F                 G Tum ho tabhi kuch baat hai C            F Tum se kiran dhoop ki C             G Tum se siyaah raat hai C                A# Tum bin main bin baat ka F                 G Tum ho tabhi kuch baat hai [Interlude] C F C x4 [Verse] C                 F Teri yeh sohbat hui mujhe  Dm          C Naseeb hai jabse C                   F Thoda toh behtar khuda kasam  Dm              C Hua hoon main mujhse [Pre-Chorus] C         Am         G Hai tu hi tu tasavur mein C         Am         G Hai tu hi tu tasavur mein G       F              C Kahan apni khabar kuch hai C        F            C Alag tujhme asar kuch hai ho.. [Chorus] C            F Tum se kiran dhoop ki C             G Tum se siyaah raat hai C                A# Tum bin main bin baat ka F                 G Tum ho tabhi kuch baat hai C            F Tum se kiran dhoop ki C             G Tum se siyaah raat hai C                A# Tum bin main bin baat ka F                 G Tum ho tabhi kuch baat hai [Post-Chorus] C Karishme sach mein hote hai C Iss baat ki tu misaal hai C             A# Sawaalon ka jawab hai F                  G Ya khud hi tu ik sawaal hai C Jitni bhi taareef karoon main C Woh kam hai C     Am      A# Qasam se tu kamaal hai F         G Tu kamaal hai [Outro] F         G Tu kamaal hai G         C Tu kamaal hai Song Credits: Song: Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya Music: Raghav & Tanishk Bagchi. Lyrics: Nina Mathur & Tanishk Bagchi. Singers: Raghav, Tanishk Bagchi & Asees Kaur. Mixing & Mastering: Eric Pillai at Future Sound of Bombay Mix Assistant Engineer - Michael Edwin Pillai Director of Choreography - Shaik Jani Basha Dop - Jishnu Bhattacharjee Music Label: T-Series DIRECTOR OF CHOREOGRAPHY - Shaik Jani Basha DOP - Jishnu Bhattacharjee Film Credits Cast: Shahid Kapoor, Kriti Sanon, Dharmendra, Dimple Kapadia Directed By: Amit Joshi & Aradhana Sah Produced By: Dinesh Vijan Produced By: Jyoti Deshpande Produced By: Laxman Utekar Story, Screenplay & Dialogue By: Amit Joshi & Aradhana Sah Music: Tanishk Bagchi, Sachin–Jigar, Mitraz Director Of Photography: Laxman Utekar Co-Producer: Sharada Karki Jalota & Pooja Prem Patheja Production Design: Mayur Sharma Editor: Manish Pradhan Chief Assistant Director: Sunil Shekhar Shetty Executive Producer: Sanjeev Mishra Costume Designer: Anisha Jain (Shahid Kapoor) & Tia Raju Mampilly Costume Designer: Sukriti Grover (Kriti Sanon), Sound Designer: Sanal George Background Score: Sachin - Jigar Music On: T-series Post Production: The Post Co. Casting: Vaibhav Vishant VFX: Redefine Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya Article Talk Read Edit View history Tools From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya Theatrical release poster Directed by Amit Joshi Aradhana Sah Written by Amit Joshi Aradhana Sah Produced by Dinesh Vijan Jyoti Deshpande Laxman Utekar Starring Shahid Kapoor Kriti Sanon Cinematography Laxman Utekar Edited by Manish Pradhan Music by Score: Sachin–Jigar Songs: Tanishk Bagchi Sachin–Jigar Mitraz Raghav Talwiinder NDS MC SQUARE Production companies Maddock Films Jio Studios Distributed by Pen Marudhar Entertainment Release date 9 February 2024 Running time 143 minutes[1] Country India Language Hindi Budget ₹75 crore[2][3] Box office ₹133.64 crore[4] Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya (transl. Got so entangled in your words) is a 2024 Indian Hindi-language science fiction romantic comedy starring Shahid Kapoor and Kriti Sanon. The film is written and directed by Amit Joshi and Aradhana Sah, in their directorial debuts, and produced by Maddock Films and Jio Studios.[5]

[junsei-draws-rotasu]

Monkie Kid: A Hero Is Born Live blog rewatch

Before I can go to S3, the season I left off and avoided for sometime until it’s available to watch, I needed to refresh my memory.

Oh wow straight to the intro

I also forgot that this has the same studio that animated ROTTMNT cuz the animation is sick!

Fun fact I only started to watch this because of a TIKTOK video of Macaque

The fight sciences scenes😍

Not SWK trapping DBK under a mountain just like Buddha did to him 🙂

Is this how the Journey to the West really ended? I really want to read but I don’t have it in me to read it. I’m just waiting for Overly Sarcastic Productions to make their video

Wow, sick translation Narrator

Ngl I forgot how Monkie Kid characters sounds like. With the fanfics I had read I genuinely written off Tang having a smooth gentle voice

Although MK’s voices caught me off guard

!!! I never noticed this!

This is a nice wallpaper

A warthog vs a pig in cooking… not sure who’s going to win this one /s

M.K. has some nice jams to listen too

M.K. is like me with phone screens. Never bother fixing them :,)

There's our impulsive Monkey!

How does M.K. do that?! How did he climbs—ah anime cartoon logic combined together is dumber than normal

You know I just realized. If this was an anime, you know they would put fan service on Iron Fan Princess

Even SWK was surprised at MK

Is that bull a robot or those arms are just prosthetics?

Oh, it is a Robot… you would think the Robots they created wouldn’t have this much emotions in them.

“Deemed worthy can hold it” what is this? Excalibur?

Just what kind of mystic did you infuse in that gauntlet?

Oh wow, Red Son you actually did it! Didn’t remember that

Can you even call that a mountain anymore? It turned into a hill!

Ooooo, didn’t remember that broken horn on DBK

“I had returned to the world of the living!” You didn’t die DBK, just sealed 😒

"No go away" *proceeds to peck* SWK you little shit

Aw, Red Son’s little face when DBK said excellent 🥹

What’s nothing more romantic than having your first meeting of your partner than landing on them… literally

I’m just giddy and amused by Red Sons antics on trying to look cool and impress his father

“Noodle boy” Oop, he said it!

Really want to put ADHD on M.K.’s character sheet cuz he just zoned out by looking at SWK staff

The two kids in the room having exaggerated expressions while the adults are just there with tired and confuse expression XD

Ah, I seem to forget that M.K. is also a little shit

With DBK’s exaggerated movements, I think I know where Red Son’s love of theatrics came from

The vehicle looks out of place

Not the noodles!

Red Son, why are you always ready to combust?… actually wait, don’t answer that

Oh that poor women’s apartment! How will she pay for it???

“Pigsy going to kill me🥹” Not if Red Son kills you first

Does the actual toy of the car really have a motorcycle inside?

Now how did Mei know M.K. was in trouble?

Ows, the property damage 😬

We all need Mei as a friend. I would know, because I am her

Something rare and expensive… go to a museum, but remembering the plot, it has to be a shoe

I'm sooo using this as a reaction

Props to the cashier to tell an intimidating person to go back in line

This feels like a fever dream but it's not

They’re immediately got to Flower Fruit Mountain?! Where’s the gag of day and night cycles going too fast?! Missed opportunity really

Technology defeated magic, oh how Rise!Donnie would be so smug

Here’s the cliche protag team thinking the MC is dead but they’re really not

Aw 🥺

You know they’re really angry when they’re smiling instead of raging

To think that staff used to be a pillar of a Sea Dragon God

Not my boy M.K. releasing the recent traumatic event he went through

Comparing Sha Wujing and Sandy… they look nothing alike… is this why people likes to write fanfics where Sandy killed Sha Wujing?

Yeah I don’t recall this magical sequence…

Aw, M.K. 🥹

Once again, I’m taken back at the voice

And here I thought it was fanon that SWK had his eye on M.K. as his successor for a while

Man, I would be mad at SWK for thrusting this kid into this situation but I remember now SWK is sooooo

“You believe in ourselves” that… does sound like a good plan

Convenient

Wow M.K. got rebirth into a stone egg

I was about to comment on how history going to repeat itself then I remember the future episodes I’m going to watch and DBK clearly not trap under something

Ow, that’s going to hurt

I’m having severe flashbacks of Krang vs Leo fight here qwq

Here’s the toy shot

I finally get it! Red Son's nickname for Mei! It's because Mei represents the dragon that turned into a horse in the Journey to the West! Wow!

And finished!

[ltwilliammowett]

Theatrical entertainment performed by Sailors, aboard HMS Chesapeake, at Aden, 29. December 1859. Drawn by Alexander D.M. MC Arthur 

The remoteness of the sea demanded creativity from the seafarers in creating their own entertainment. Some crews produced their own plays. Finding costumes and scenery was not easy, although audiences were probably not too demanding in this respect. However, there are reports of plays with curtains, spotlights and props that even included a door with knockers. Slapstick and melodrama were particularly popular. Outstanding acting and stimulating scripts were not required, but some performances were praised for their organisation and presentation alone. Admiral Nelson appreciated the therapeutic value of the theatrical. He not only encouraged such productions, but also promoted men who showed the ability and interest to entertain the crew.