#Nobody Stayed For The DJ

[skythealmighty]

man. there are so many object shows out there. I NEED TO CATCH UP ON SO MANY why are the4e so many anyway Exclamation Mark (NOT AB) im killing you. he would get bullied off tumblr

#rocket talk #roc save #NOT THE ANIMATIC BATTLE ONE that ones fine #i mean the one in my header #hes an asshole #why do i keep accidentally hitting the number keys lately

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i cant believe my contestants are so pissy over the second challenge still!!!! it was a coherent challenge i think "survive me killing you" is pretty straightforward!!! besides theyre fine now >:/

⏰ timeisatool Follow

Maybe it's becausw you killed them?

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well thats stupid

⚪ fuckingcircles Follow

I KNOW RIGHT!! my old contestants got SO pissy when i killed th3m!! just because theres no recovery... 😒

⏰ timeisatool Follow

You dont have recovery????

⭐ everybody-smile-smile-smile Follow

arent u supposed to be dead

⚪ fuckingcircles Follow

well im NOT so

❗ black-and-red Follow

Ugh, I haven't even killed anyone that much and they're still pissy! Honestly... just do the challenges and you'll be fine! I only threatened them..

⭐ everybody-smile-smile-smile Follow

well i thought i killed circle but ig not! and square but nobody else died idk why everuones so afraid of me... whats so wrong w wanting to make a perfect object show?

⏰ timeisatool Follow

Um

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yeah theres nothing wrong with that! you gotta do what you gotta do for your object show

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😰😰😰😰😰

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I want to leave this group...

#i thought we were all just supposed to be wacky and weird 😰😰 #mom come pick me up im scared...

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Hey guys, just managed to get sponsored with my object show idea!!! (No thanks to you Lip Stick lol) wish me luck!! Also go keep an eye out on Village of Objects Official :D

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what the FUCK

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oh my god how do you all stay sane actually

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we don't! welcome to the club

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im never doing this again

#:)

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Who's Animatic?

#It's Your Fridge DJ! #I appreciate all the lovemail and the concern! ❤ #I don't understand some of the asks but thank you anyway!

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Have YOU heard of:

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Please stop debating on whether or not this "counts" as an object show, this was requested by an anon. If you want to do that on your own time on your own blog, feel free!

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SORRY ABOUT THAT SJEHSKEB will move i promise 🙏

anyWAY on another note i miss this showww 😭 i was so intrigued about it but i guess i understand its cancellation... if anyone wants to come up with a rewrite w me hmu my ao3 is in my desc!!!!

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just as long as you clarify its unofficial!! (:

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its on ao3 ofc its unofficial

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WAIT A GODDAMN SECON

#Fan we were /on/ an object show and technically famous I'm not sure why you're surprised at this point #Also get off your phone we're at Purgatory Mansion

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anonymous asked: hey greeny can you say trans rights for everyone out there

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trans rights AND trans wrongs. even if you like burger king i still support you <3

#burger king sucks ass tho dont do that to urself

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💥 fans-fantastic-features asked: im SO sorry for the sudden reply earlier, up until your post i thought hfjone was just some weird wild experimental show?? then again i shouldnt be surprised if happy star themselves is on this goddamn site (also sorry in advance for my friend TT sending you asks about alternate universes. shes a science nerd of all types and needs data or sm) if you want i can tell you what i know about your situation in a private chat, ive done a lot of deep dive analysis posts on my blog too and trust me when i say a LOT of the internet wants to help free you and everyone else you have plenty of help available spotty replies tho im investigating smth

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I... yeah, I'd like that. Thanks.

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anonymous asked: battery ui is kind of already jailed but still

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Battery from Ultimate Insanity would be jailed!

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Yeah

#Why did someone earlier send in that Walkie Talkie person? #I approve of the Blender submission though #Hate that guy

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cant have shit in this fuckass hotel 😒😒😒 lens just died 😔😔

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#WHAT THE FUCK #DONT JUST DROP SMTH LIKE THAT AND DIP #ARE YOU OKAY?? #ARE YOU TALKING ABT A GAME???

hi! rhanks for the concern! 😁 i am unfortunately not talking about a game lens is actually dead please help me (dms r open 🙏🙏)

#Since I've gotten a lot of followers recently I feel like I should boost this #I'm busy with my own issues but maybe someone else can help?

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i want my SHOW BACK i want my CO HOSTS BACK i want calculatory DEAD i only MILDLY HATE happy star i dont KNOW WHAT ELSE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT

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🫵 Fanny kinnie

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who the FUCK is fanny

#im CIRCLE not a goddamn FAN #who even names themselves fanny anyway

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⚪battleforcircle asked: oml spiderman pointing meme

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you sent me this FIFTEEN TIMES get OUT of my ASKBOX!!!!

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why are there two of you...

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theres only ONE of me i dont know who this IS!!

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theres three of us just three of us

#idk why either tbh #tumblr just recommended his acc to me one day #he seems fun to annoy tho so ive taken it upon myself to do so #tee hee

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Hey so why is a known criminal on Tumblr?

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Hello???

[inchidentally]

I was thinking I have never seen any videos of oscar in club?Have lando and oscar ever been to a club together?

they have but sadly it's genuinely difficult to get pics/photos of any of the drivers together at these clubs - half the time the videos and photos are super blurry anyway and they tend to move on to private clubs pretty quickly where we get nothing! I feel like the only drivers I've ever seen decent footage of in a club are Charles, Carlos, Max and Pierre. w Lando we get a fair amount bc he loves partying but he's still a cryptid and he haaaaaates when ppl film him (and tends to hang around behind the DJ booth to escape)

Oscar is even more difficult to spot bc he's not as well known and we only got content of him after Monaco bc he parked and barked on a sofa w Kim and Lily for like an hour and then left ;__;

they were both at the big end of season party last year but it was very much a phones out type commitment so nobody was rly cutting loose (and Oscar chose to standing man emoji lsafjlsafhlsahfsa)

BUT we got a bigfoot style clip of him at the first club for Lando's Miami after party and we got confirmation he went on to the next one as well - bc he may not party a lot but he'll stay out all night for Lando's maiden win <3

that's all we know of so far!

[theic-manic]

Gods give me strength...

Me, casually browsing Paganblr: Not my practice, not my business. I like to focus on my own Devotional Polytheism and practice and maintain a sense of calm.

Me, when I invite Apollo to hang with my during my Tumblr browsing: I swear if I see one more post dragging Zeus while painting the red flags green for Apollo and others when the whole fucking point is to learn about the various facets of the gods, learn lessons from both their positive and not so nice stories I may actually snap.

*Deep breath* Not my practice, not my business. Not my practice, not my business. Not my practice, not my business. Not my practice, not my business. Apollo: *Plays "Blood & Glitter" by Lord of the Lost while I ponder how I have learned to love and accept the gods I follow for their flaws and positives*

Blood and glitter, saint and sinner We do fall before we rise

Me: "Apollo, I don't need to BPD-rage-post about the Gods..."

Apollo: *Plays 'Bodies' by Drowning Pool*

Let the Bodies hit the floor Let the Bodies hit the floor Let the Bodies hit the floor

Apollo please, I don't want to start a post-war with Helpol!

Besides, nobody wants my opinion on this...

Apollo: You literally asked me to guide your devotional acts today so...

Me: I didn't think I would need to specify "excluding anything that may actually piss off other Hellenic Pagans" and I feel bad for just infodumping without people asking me because I know that I take up a lot of space!

Ares: "Take up the fucking space"

Hermes: *At his little metaphysical music deck dressed as a DJ, once again* "Helllloooo DJ Hermes here! Welcome to Shufflemancy FM where you request the divine messages and I set the vibes! Today, I have a list of hot tracks requested by Sun boy APOLLO for our devotee here so stay tuned! Still taking requests from the whole Pantheon so if anyone has any recs for our little Polytheist here send them through!"

(I really should draw DJ Hermes)

[woso-dreamzzz]

Nobody asked me buuuut here's some of my hc of what the mum's/sisters would do in the Melting Pot universe:

Alexia gives me business owner vibes, not sure what the business would be though

Jeni gives me lawyer vibes

Lucy would be either a CEO oooor a police officer

Keira could be a teacher

Alessia would still be in college

Leah could be a DJ or a firefigther

Lia could be an engeener (not sure what could be)

Katie could be a firefighter or a police officer (while coaching karate to kids on her spare time)

Caitlin could be a vet

Viv could be a writer or a mechanic (idk not sure)

Beth would be a kindergarden teacher

Mapi would def be a tatoo artist

Ingrid would be a CEO too....idk she gives me powerful business woman vibes or a Model

Caro could be a firefighter while Marta could be a paramedic

Ona could be a vet too or a pilot (idk)

Aitana gives me profesional chef vibes

Frido would be a model

the rest idk....

Okay so this is just going to be a big infodump of the ideas I have for the dynamics between all the families so this might be kind of long. I'll probably put them into a masterlist at some point but probably after I move out

So, Alexia and Jenni had the twins (Bambi and Pequeñita) together before having a fairly amicable divorce. Business owner Alexia but the businesses she owns is a chain of fairly fancy restaurants and Jenni definitely gives lawyer vibes. So, they broke up and Alexia got with Olga to have Jaume and Jenni had Osita.

They're fairly chill with each other and their custody schedule is flexible and dictated by the twins so Pequeñita usually stays with Alexia while Bambi tends to go between them (now more heavily with Jenni now that Jaume's been born).

Lucy and Keira's relationship is also on the rocks. They were planning on adopting just as Keira got pregnant but decided to keep both plans going and then when they were settled, they adopted again to get Pup. They had a good relationship but it's kind of fizzling out and they're only really staying in the same house for the kids while pursuing different partners outside (thinking about if Lucy's a police officer then Ona might be a new recruit and Keira teaching at a local secondary school and Laura is the new teacher there).

Alessia is the frazzled uni student that's part time employed at one of Alexia's restaurants as a waitress so she's balancing it all while also caring for her little sister, Tesoro. They're always riding the line between on time and late.

Leah being a firefighter so she's on quite long shifts sometimes so taking care of Bug and Bean sometimes falls to Jordan (her amicable ex and Bug's other mum) who's all too happy to look after them both.

Thinking also about how Lia might be working in or around the fire station too (maybe admin???) who adores her little Guppy, who comes into the station every weekend to make sure it's all clean and tidy.

Actually, now that I think about it. Katie and Caitlin both being firefighters as well but working on opposite shifts so someone is always around to look after Gremlin and Kiddo. Rue's Katie's ex and Kiddo's other mum who just kind of does temp work where she's needed. The breakup is still a little toxic because Katie almost immediately got with Caitlin and had Gremlin. Kiddo is still adjusting.

Viv has her own column in the newspaper that she writes around caring for Munchkin and making paper sharks with Liefje while Beth probably has a job where she gets to be quite social with other people.

Daan is Beth's ex and they kind of had a kid together but still kind of didn't because Ellie's the one signed on as Pipsqueak's other mum but everyone is still friends and Pipsqueak gets sent off to Beth and Viv's house for babysitting during Daan and Ellie date nights.

Ingrid is definitely giving powerful ceo vibes. She's loaded with cash and has a big house up a hill somewhere so all her kids + Nena can have their own rooms and spaces. Mapi's tattoo artist income is practically petty change to Ingrid but she likes that Mapi's still doing something she's passionate about. Nena moved in with Ingrid somewhere between Sunshine being adopted and Teeny being born and settles right in with the rest of the pack.

Caro and Marta probably had a really sweet meet cute in the park when Conejita came over to the patch of flowers Caro was sitting next to and started picking them. Caro saw Marta and knew she was a goner.

Aitana working as a chef in Alexia's restaurant and actually getting recommended the school for Estrella by Alexia, who in turn, got the recommendation from Mapi who got it from Ingrid, who only really moved to the area because she heard the school was really good.

Frido as a model or as Ingrid's cfo who is looking after her baby sister and being all powerful and hot at the exact same time. She makes it seem so effortless.

Mary also being a semi-frazzled uni student who's probably working on a masters or PhD and she does her studying while little Rugrat is teaching herself how to read over in the corner or pointing out Mary's spelling mistakes before she submits a paper.

Steph being a single mum who probably works for the same paper that Viv does and recommends the area for Mini and Clara to bring Harper and Bubs too. Harper gets put into a different school than Bubs but that's alright because Bubs is in the same class as Angel and Mini swears she's never seen Bubs so bright and happy before.

Jessie also being at the local uni trying to wrap up her engineering degree. She's dealing with the pressure a lot better than Mary and Alessia are and she's got such a sweet Duckie to take to the park to decompress after a hard exam.

Emma recently moved Squish to the area to finally live with Frida permanently. I'm not sure what they would work out but they probably have a nice little house that backs into a forest so they can have long walks with Jordan and forage for mushrooms and berries.

Kristie probably works as a beautician or something similar while Sam works outside (I'm not quite sure as what) so it's no surprise that their kid Chook rolls in dirt and has fantastic eyebrows.

Magda and Pernille being lecturers at the university with really fancy credentials. Magda's been working there for a bit while Pernille taught in Germany and a job opened up so Pernille took it quickly, moving her and Princesse over to be closer to Magda.

[hannahssimblr]

As the stars rise over the fields, I find the others at the edges of a new, growing crowd. It has been a day of wandering, mostly solo, save for the groups of people I met here and there. Those who I bantered with for the duration of a gig, while bumming cigarettes and pretending my name was Gary, for no other reason than the fact that I could, and nobody can stop me from doing what I want. 

It’s by chance that I find my friends, my real ones, the ones who know my name is Jude, and would berate me endlessly for making up pointless lies about my identity, but by then, I have drunk enough to have lost count of how many beers passed through my hands. At one stage I did shots too, out of the plastic cap of some girl’s moisturiser bottle back at a tent surrounded by discarded whippit canisters. They offered me those too, whippits, but I declined, and slipped away, bored, when they all indulged and lay on the grass hallucinating. 

Now, around nine, when the lights come on and the bonfires have been lit, my vision is hazy and my stomach warmed with alcohol. I am not drunk. The day is long, and I have burned most of the alcohol off, but I am somewhere close to the edge, and one more will knock me over it. 

“He wants us to see an EDM band,” Jen cries the moment she sees me. She grabs my arm and pulls me into her discussion with Kasper. “Jimmy Eat World is on the other stage in, like, twenty minutes.”

I do not care. Evie is standing there, and all the glitter I watched Claire lovingly put onto her lids earlier has migrated to her cheekbones. She’s literally sparkling under the floodlights, and the alcohol must have softened my self restraint more than I realised, because I stare at her so brazenly that I’m sure she’ll feel my gaze like an entity. 

She doesn’t look back. 

While Kasper tries to convince her of the merits of this specific EDM band, I watch her smile and nod with polite enthusiasm, mirroring her expressions. She’s like that, I decide. She’s easily convinced, and seems to go along with things for the sake of avoiding argument. Convince her he does, and he pats an enthused hand upon her on the back. “Yes! Good, good!” he says, and the decision is made. I’ll go where she goes. 

I follow them into the crowd as Jen grumbles on my heels. I tell her to shut up.  

The buzz of the nighttime audience is different. With the smell of smoke and burning wood permeating the air, we cram ourselves into pockets of space between other bodies, among the sweat and sun cream, the sharp scent of nicotine and alcohol seeping from pores. Hands go into the air with the red lights from the stage, jangling with beads and bands, nail varnish that glows neon in the dark, and the group is hustled apart, once again, by an emergence of excited fans. I stay with Evie.

A guy who wrangles a spot beside me produces a packet of cigarettes, and I know it’s all the beers I’ve had, but I crave one more than I crave water in this heatwave. I nudge him. 

“Can I bum one?”

“Yeah,” he says, and I slip one into my hand. The crowd begins to bump and sway with the building music as the DJ takes the stage. I don’t know this kind of music, I can’t tell whether it’s good or bad, but I understand something I hadn’t before as I surrender to the crowd and move with them. Shutting my eyes, consumed by the noise and the lights that flash beyond my lids. I’m caught in a wave. 

Yet I never lose Evie. Even when I open my eyes, I’m always with her, like some part of me knows to find her with no need sight to do it. She’s swaying too, loose, and the ends of her hair wet and sticking to her face. Her skin glows with all of that wild light from the stage, the reds and greens and blues. She’s colour, and light and sound and she’s so gorgeous that my chest aches.  

I touch her neck, curling my hand around the back of it and drawing her ear to my mouth. “You okay?”

“It’s amazing.” She bellows. “I wish I could see more.”

“C’mere,” and because my brain can only conceive of new ways to touch her, I bend to nudge the back of her knees with my head.

“What are you doing?”

I have to laugh. “Get on my shoulders.” 

She does, and I lift her above me into the sky, where she sits higher than everyone, ascended like some holy being. Her fingers wind in my hair before she throws her hands up, and all I can think, as I hold on to her legs, is that lingering, shiver-inducing scrape of her nails, and all those things I said in the woods. 

Do I love her? Is that true? How can I know? The thoughts replay in an incessant loop as the music thuds through the earth under my feet. God, will I enjoy any music at this festival or will I spend the whole thing thinking about my feelings?

Weed Alison’s voice replays: “Experience love.” 

Then imaginary Jen is there too. “Be wise.” 

The real Jen is dancing wildly with a crowd of strangers in my eyeline, reluctantly enjoying herself. She catches my eye, smiles and shrugs, caught red-handed. She lifts her camera and snaps a photo of us, me and Evie. 

Someone lights my cigarette for me, and I smoke it in bliss, before passing it to Evie. Her mouth touches the place where my mouth was, and I imagine she’s thinking about that too as she takes a luxurious drag and breathes a lungful of smoke right up into the darkening sky. 

I know then that I’m going to kiss her. It’s an inevitability, impossible to stop, and I want to. God, I simply want to, so badly. She’s like some sort of angel up there. And she is so beautiful. Does she know it? Surely she must. She must see the way people look at her, the heads that turn when she passes. All of us are the fools that can’t help but stare at her perfect face. 

And these thoughts linger, so strong and so real that I know I cannot ignore them anymore, and that it is just a matter of waiting now, waiting for the music to stop, for the lights to go off and for her to climb down and let me look at her again. 

It does, the music, it ends, and the crowd disperses around us. Evie climes down my back, and with wild eyes she looks right into mine, from one to the other and back again. My heart is thumping. 

“Do you want to come with me to the trees?” She says, and I do not have a clue what she’s talking about. We are in a field. There are trees everywhere, but yes, I’ll go to the trees if that’s what she wants. 

She grabs my hand and I follow her through the last of the crowd to the barriers where people piles against the exit. There, a tangle of bodies catches us, and then somehow I’m leading her instead, hand in hand, heading away from all the other people to somewhere quiet. I don’t care where. 

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[fabbyf1]

happy lestappen-ring day, besties.

except... i'm not writing lestappen, i'm writing loscar lmfao.

just kate things.

this was supposed to be a drabble. then it was supposed to just be a quick pwp. now it's 5k of angsty loscar with absolutely no porn yet. i have no idea what this fic is because it's writing itself. honestly, i might be able to finish the fic tonight? once i get to the porn, it'll zoom by lmfaoooooo.

anyway, i hope everyone has a great weekend.

austria is always good to us.

angsty loscar under the cut! see you soon, besties.

“As soon as the announcement was made, you dropped me.” Just like Williams did. 

Logan looked away from him as soon as he said it, not wanting to see whatever might come across his face. Oscar was pretty good at hiding his emotions, so his expression probably showed nothing, but on the off chance he was hurt by his words, Logan didn’t want to see it. 

He looked over at the DJ booth and then at the exit. 

He could probably just leave. 

Nobody would stop him. 

“Logan,” Oscar said, but Logan still didn’t want to look at him. He should have never started this conversation, especially not here in an overly-crowded, too-loud club where neither of them could properly hear each other. Logan really should have just stayed home in Florida. “Logan.” 

“What?” Logan said, looking toward the end of the bar now. Anything to avoid Oscar’s eyes. 

“Logan.”

“Fucking what, Oscar?” Logan snapped, finally looking up at Oscar’s eyes. He was breathing heavily with anger, his heart pounding deep in his chest. But Oscar’s expression was impossible to read, his face showing no emotion. He wasn’t angry, he wasn’t upset. It was infuriating. 

One second turned into two and then into three. 

He still wasn’t saying anything.

Logan was going to throw up. 

And then, as if it was the easiest thing in the world, Oscar said, “I missed you.” 

“What the fuck,” Logan squeaked, his heart twisting miserably in his chest. “Fuck you. Don’t say that.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why?” Oscar asked seriously. 

“Because I’m—” Logan said, his words still squeaky and weird. He flashed his eyes to the people around him, but nobody was paying attention to them. It was loud in the club, and everybody was drinking, and nobody cared that Logan was about to start crying in the middle of the club. “Because I’m being a dick to you.” 

“So?” Oscar said, a hint of a smile forming. 

Logan whimpered. “So... be a dick back to me.” 

“Yeah, nah, I’m good on that one, mate,” Oscar said, bringing his beer to his mouth and taking a sip.

[prettyyoungandbored]

Reason to Live - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!reader (goes by “Babydoll”)

Author’s Note: Currently OBSESSED with “Reason to Live” by KISS and this is what came out of it. This is before Y/N and Johnny’s relationship. Enjoy!

Warning: Y/N goes through it.

Song lyrics belong to KISS.

NOT MY GIF

Y/N was a hopeless romantic and although it was a part of her that she accepted, she also struggled with it. High school boys either didn’t want her or they chickened out. The guys in her 20’s were very much the same with the exception that they just wanted her as a fuck buddy.

She tried to be ok being a fuck buddy. She really did. But still, the hopeless romantic in her thought maybe she could be the one.

She never was.

“Girly, you know I love you more than anything,” Whitney began, putting her hand on her best friend’s shoulder, “but you can’t go around falling for guys that want nothing to do with you outside of sex.”

Y/N closed her eyes. “I know. I know this,” she sighed.

“I know you know,” Whitney said with a small smile.

Y/N opened one eye. “Are you also saying it because you’re tired of coming with me to the Hard Rock Cafè when I’m heartbroken?”

Whitney snorted. “This is not my scene, but I’ll go anywhere for you and with you. I just hate seeing you get like this.”

She got up from her chair. “I’m gonna use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Y/N nodded as she sipped her drink. Whitney had a point, sure, but still it didn’t-

Out of love, there's nobody around,

All I hear is the sound of a broken heart

Y/N’s head snapped up. Maybe the liquor was hitting her but also, maybe whoever was singing this song understood her.

Out of time, no more waitin' for you

Now the hurtin's through, and a new day starts

She eyed around to find out where the music was coming from. Her eyes landed on one of the many televisions. Her mouth hung open ajar as she got up from the bar and walked to the closest TV. Her eyes were glued to the music video playing.

And I feel a change in my life, I sailed into dark and endless nights

And made it alive

Everybody's got a reason to live, baby

Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside

Everybody's got a reason to live, but it can't be your love

Something inside her called. Whoever was singing had a point.

Love, as great as it was, wasn’t the reason to live. She was built for better things in life. She needed to start living for her, not some guy.

“Y/N?!”

She snapped out of her thoughts and turned to see Whitney standing there.

“What’s going on here?” she asked. “You don’t need to be so close to the TV.”

“Who sings this?”

Whitney blinked. “It’s KISS.”

Y/N whipped her head. “It is?!”

“Yeah, remember my dad would play them all the time on the radio?” Whitney said.

Whitney’s dad was the rock radio DJ in their hometown. While Y/N and Whitney spent time there - and even worked there in high school - she wondered how she could’ve missed this song.

“Do you know the name of the song?”

Whitney shook her head. Y/N hurried back to her chair at the bar she reached into her purse, grabbing her notebook. She wrote down ‘KISS’ and a couple lyrics she remembered.

She bought the album the next day and it played on repeat for the entire week.

But the message stayed with her for two years.

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Two Years Later…

Out of touch, with myself for so long,

Now a feelin' so strong comin' over me

Y/N leaned her head back on the head rest and let the lyrics wash over her.

She was in her rental car parked right outside the hotel.

It took her two years to build herself up. To create a life where she felt fulfilled by her work and by her friends and family. She was doing great. Never better in fact.

Then she met Johnny Knoxville on her first day of “Jackass”and she found herself slipping back to her old ways.

He was ambitious, kind, courageous, funny, handsome as hell- she knew she was in trouble from the moment she laid eyes on him.

For the first couple weeks, she managed to keep it together. But sure enough, she found herself melting whenever he was around.

Down the line, there's a lesson I've learned

You can love and get burned, if it has to be

A rap at the car window broke her thoughts. Y/N snapped her head up to see Johnny Knoxville standing there.

She rolled down the window.

“Hey,” she exhaled, an embarrassed smile on her lips

“I wanted to make sure you were ok,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone fall asleep to KISS.”

“Yes! I just…long day and I’m exhausted,” she chuckled.

“You’re telling me.” He paused. “We were all over the place.”

“It was worth it considering all the great footage we got.”

“Hell yeah. You really brought a lot to the table today. It was impressive.”

She shrugged. “Just did my best.”

Johnny’s face softened. “You sure you’re ok?”

She nodded. “I promise.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything. See ya in the morning, Babydoll.”

Babydoll. That goddamn nickname that made her want to giggle and squeal. The first time she heard it she couldn’t stop smiling.

She rolled the window as Johnny walked away and she leaned back and sighed. Just then, she heard another knock and turned to see Holly at the window of the passenger seat.

Y/N unlocked it and Holly slid into the passenger.

“Hi there,” Holly greeted. “I saw you and Wonder Boy-.” She paused. “Is this KISS?”

Y/N turned down the radio. “Yeah.”

“Would you care to explain why you’re sitting in the car listening to KISS?”

Y/N sighed. “Look, you know I like Johnny, and I haven’t had a crush like this in a long time. It’s that kind of crush I want to shake off, but I just can’t.”

“Why would you want to shake it off?” Holly questioned with a pout.

“Because whenever I’ve had them in the past, I’ve just gotten let down.” Y/N pulled back her lips. “It used to be bad and then I heard this song…and I don’t know. It just kind of pulled me back up and reminded me there was more to life than crushes or falling in love and dating and shit. And it worked before.l

She sighed. “It’s not working anymore. I’ve been listening to it on replay since I got here because every time Johnny and I talk, those feelings come back and I don’t want to ruin anything.”

She felt a warmth on her hand. She looked down to see Holly holding her hand.

“I’m sorry you’ve been let down,” Holly said. “I know crushes suck. But maybe this one might work out. You never know until you give yourself a chance to put yourself out there.”

Y/N nodded. “Ok. I’ll try.”

“Good.”

Holly went to get out of the car when Y/N said, “I’m gonna give myself another couple of minutes in here. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Holly closed the car door and Y/N sighed. She then put the song on repeat.

=====================================

BONUS SCENE

Holly found Johnny, Steve-O, and Ryan talking in the hallway.

“PJ, a word?” she motioned.

He excused himself from the group when Steve-O shouted, “Don’t steal my girl, Knoxville!”

Johnny waved him off as he and Holly stood in the corner.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you,” she said. “Y/N likes you too, ok? I don’t know why she does, but she does.”

Johnny perked up. “What do you mean likes me too? Wait, what did she-.”

Holly held up her hand. “Don’t play this game with me, ok? Just make a move.”

He shoved his hands inside his jean pockets. “She just feels out of my league.”

“Yeah, she is,” Holly agreed. “But I also know you’re a good guy and you would be good for her and her for you. Listen, I’ll drive her to set tomorrow. I’ll slash her tire or something while she sleeps. You drive her home and ask her out, ok?”

Johnny nodded. “You got a deal.” Then it dawned on him. “Wait, you’re gonna do what?!”

[clarae-guns]

the td gen 1 cast have an all out duel for the bill whenever they eat out with eachother.

Courtney: Fights for the bill ALL the time. You eat out with her? Be prepared to battle for the check because she's coming in and she's coming in swinging. She will fight tooth and nail to out-polite everyone else. She will wrestle. Choke. Tug. Anything. She uses intimidation on the cast to try to ward them away. Probably wins the bill most of the time. I headcannon her as south asian so her pride is what mainly fuels her.

Harold and Leshawna: They don't mind getting paid for, however, they also can be stubborn, so when they want to pay, they put up a good fight. Harold and Leshawna often team up, and Harold uses his martial arts to his advantage. Expect to see both of them jumping off the table together to subdue their fellow cast member.

Alejandro: Aside from Courtney, he is the second contender to victory over the bill. Also like Coutney, he is too prideful to let anyone else pay for him, so when Courtney's tugging one side of the bill, he's tugging the other. Every reunion dinner most likely ends us with them trying to out polite eachother. They try to outsmart eachother by juking, steal cards, and faking using the bathroom.

Geoff and Bridgette: Like Leshawna and Harold, they also don't mind getting paid for or paying for the group. However, unlike the other two, they are too nice/aren't stubborn enough to put up a fight with the others and often give in.

Gwen: Can also put up a decent fight, but is no match for other members like Courtney. She'll probably try to argue, but when the fight for the bill gets physical, she's tapping out. Often says "they're doing too much and that they should just split it" but it falls to dead ears.

Trent: Similar to Gwen, he would give in when the others start swinging. I also think he kinda gets used to it, so he doesn't really expect to win. He's probably recording that absolute chaos that is the fight for the check. It's become routine, almost reflex to pull out the phone when someone asks for the bill.

Duncan: Does not care to fight. Free food? Go right ahead. He also knows what Courtney is capable of, so to hell with that. He can be convinced (bribed) to help others with fighting for the bill, but other than that, he's not doing shit. Finds the fighting very amusing.

Lindsay: She does not engage in battle, however, while everyone is busy fighting, she slips the waiter a card. Too bad it's a 25$ gift card to Claire's that expired 6 years ago.

Tyler: He's athletic, so he probably joins in on the physical fight, but is quickly taken out by Courtney or Alejandro. Holds the most casualties injury wise. Will always pay for Lindsay when they eat together. He also tries to protect Lindsay from any thrown fork, plate, or shoe. Probably why he walks away from reunion dinners beaten up.

DJ: He is NEVER getting the bill. Not because he doesn't attempt to get it, because he tries everytime, but because NOBODY let's him pay. It's basically and unspoken rule amongst the cast. Even Duncan will pay the bill before DJ even attempts to. Everyone likes him too much to let him pay.

Justin: Never pays the bill and never tries. Actively avoids doing so by using his attractiveness. Uses his face to get the others to pay for him. Everyone knows this, so they try to make him pay sometimes. If the others make him pay/he's alone, he uses his hotness powers on the waiter/waitress to get a free meal.

Heather: Does not fight for the bill because free meal. However, she uses the "got to go to the bathroom" trick to pay for specifically her own meal out of pettiness. She mostly stays out of the fighting unless someone accidentally hits her. then she's coming in hot.

Sadie and Katie: They tag team others and steal people's cards in place of their own. One holds them while the other steals. Surprisingly tough opponents. However, their downfall is when they end up fighting eachother to pay instead of the other.

Beth: Like gidgette, she is much too nice to fight the others physically, even with her objections. I like to think that she while she's politely offering to pay, shes secretly hoping they'll insist so she doesn't.

Ezekiel: While he's not feral in this scenario, he still acts like it as he jumps on other people's backs and bites their wrists. Don't know why he's putting all this effort as he doesn't have a card to pay with (all he has in his pocket are 2 buttons and some lint).

Owen: Like heather, he uses the bathroom trick as a way to pay for his own meals not out of pettiness, but out of guilt. Since he often eats a lot more that the others, he feels guilty when others pay for him, so he tries to pay for his own food when he can.

Izzy: Likes the free meal, but she joins in the fight anyway for fun. She swings on the overhead lights and jumps of people's backs. She crawls underneath the table and pulls chairs from people's feet. Whenever she gets the bill out of someone else's hands, she gives it to someone like Cody or Tyler to see the get pummeled by everyone else.

Cody: offers to pay the bill to impress them/out of pride but easily gets shut down by Courtney's intimidation or Sierra.

Sierra: Doesn't care to pay for the groups bill but wi fight tooth and nail to pay for Cody's bill. She will bite, she will claw, anything. Besides a few others, she's is likely the only other person to get the bill from Courtney. One time when team amazon was doing a get together, she tackled Courtney for the bill and rammer her into the booth.

Eva: Also likes being paid for most times, but will help/join Izzy for fun. its good fighting fractice and a nice adrenaline rush. she obviously puts up a good fight but whenever she does snatch away bill, she gives it away.

Noah: Doesn't put an effort in fighting over the bill that much. However, there was one time the entire cast ate together and when someone like Courtney or Alejandro asks the waiter for the bill, they are to be met with "oh someone already payed for your group". Out of pure spite, he put his card in advance before they even started ordering. While he was "getting something from his car" he slipped the waiter his card. Perhaps he even called ahead. Was the bill huge? Yes, but the look on Alejandro and Courtney's faces were priceless.

that was a lot of words okay bye.

[theweightofthecaravel]

April Showers and Prom Flowers

Pairing: High School Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing + intimacy.

Summary: it is prom night, and Jake comforts you after you have been rejected.

The downpour tapped at the window, the sun having set not too long ago. The sky was covered in dark grey clouds, shielding the constellations and stars from the human eye. It was dreary, the kind of weather that makes yo want to curl up in a warm blanket, drink some cocoa, and watch a comfort movie.

Well, that was Y/N’s plan for the night. It was the night of her high school prom, full of her repulsive classmates rubbing up against each other to the DJ’s horrible taste in music. She would much rather spend that time in her bedroom, watching a comfort movie, drinking hot chocolate, and staying in her comfortable pajamas.

However, Y/N’s best friend and next door neighbor, Jake, had been convinced he could change her mind and get her to go to prom with your friend group. He was determined to get Y/N out of the house that night, to get her on the dance floor, watch her hips sway to the (shit) music.

But Y/N remained stubborn, refusing to partake in such an activity unless she was asked by the one guy that did not romantically revolt her: Daniel Wagner.

Daniel was a musician, much like Jake, but he tended to not pay as much attention to Y/N as Jake did. Sure, he was a sweetheart, but Daniel was absolutely oblivious to Y/N’s affections. All because he was in love with Leila Anderson, the most popular girl in their class. As Y/N described her, she was a “Grade A Bitch”. But in Daniel’s eyes, there were no imperfections that lied within her.

Y/N patiently waited for Daniel to ask her to the dance, weeks and weeks she gave him. But that day never came. Instead, he asked Leila, who very grumbly accepted his proposal. Y/N, feeling down and quite a bit insecure, hung up her dress and locked the closet door behind her, afraid to look at it ever again.

Prom night had come. Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her pajama pants hugging her hips and her baggy grey sweatshirt hanging loosely over her chest and arms. Her hair was frizzy and unkempt, laying in an uneven fashion as some of the stray strands stuck to her tear-stained face.

As Y/N reached for the television remote control, a knock came from her closed bedroom door. She quickly wiped her tears away with her sleeve, trying to adjust her disheveled appearance. She cleared her throat, attempting to hide the choked sobs that threatened to escape.

“Who is it?” she asked, with a hint of pent up frustration in her voice. “Mom, if that’s you, just-”

“It’s me,” a voice answered from the other side of the door. It was Jake. “Can I come in?”

After a moment of hesitation, Y/N nodded to the door, as if he could see her. She muttered a quiet “yes”, and he opened the door.

Jake was decked out in formal attire. His tuxedo was tailored to perfection, his long brunette hair slicked into a nice bun. His boutonnière was placed nicely against the left side of his chest, in his suit pocket. He was dressed to the nines, making Y/N feel like a flaming pile of hot garbage.

“Why are you in your pajamas?” he asked, leaving his spot in the doorway and sitting next to her. “I thought we were going to laugh at those assholes dancing to Gangnam Style or whatever the fuck that DJ calls ‘music’.”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head. While ridiculing others with Jake was one of her favorite pastimes, seeing Daniel dance with the girl she hated the most would have been enough to make steam blow out of her ears.

“As fun as that sounds, I’m not going tonight.”

Jake’s eyes widened at that. His eyebrows quirked as he tried to understand why you were missing out on such an opportunity to make fun of your colleagues. Plus, while he hated to admit it, Jake wanted to see you get all dressed up. Similarly to him, you wore band tees and jeans to school, with the occasional flannel or miscellaneous graphic tee.

“Why not? We’ve been looking forward to this for months! You said you got a dress and everything!”

Y/N crossed her arms and leaned back against the array of her pillows. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing out of her control again.

“I don’t feel like it,” she replied dryly. “I’m just not in a good mood right now, I wouldn’t be much fun there.”

Jake looked at Y/N skeptically, leaning back a little. His left eyebrow raised higher than the other, and his previous smirk faded.

“It’s about Danny,” he started. “Isn’t it?”

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, finally making eye contact with him. She slowly started to nod, a shameful and pathetic look in her eyes.

“Yes…go on. Laugh at me. Tell me how much of a loser I am for getting my hopes up. For fucking wasting $400 on a dress that’s collecting dust in my closet, for thinking I had a chance with him.”

Jake stopped at that, shaking his head at Y/N. His smile returned and he denied her.

“No,” he said. “I’m not gonna make fun of you. But I’m also not gonna let you wallow around in your bedroom by yourself when we could be out on the dance floor making everyone else look like rookies!”

While Y/N admired his efforts, she would hate nothing more than going to that dance. She sat up on her bed, looking down at her hands in her lap.

“You should go,” she muttered. “You’re gonna be late for the Grand March. I know how much Karen’s going to want to get pictures of you for your senior prom, and I don’t want her blaming me for keeping you here.”

“No,” he stated firmly, shaking his head once more. “If you’re not going, I’m not going.”

“Jake, don’t-”

“No. If you don’t go, I will just be worrying about you the entire time I’m there. Who will listen to me make fun of the DJ? Who would be the one to force me on the dance floor even though I have told you multiple times that I will step on your toes?”

Y/N chuckled at that.

“Jake, I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin your night. Please don’t spend it worrying about me. Plus you’re already dressed up and you look so nice, it would be a waste-”

“No. I’m not changing my mind. I’m staying right here with you.”

Jake placed his hand on Y/N’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. As much as she wished to deny him, to force him out the door to get to that dance, she could not form the words.

Instead, Jake grabbed the television remote, turning the television on and connecting her DVD player. He picked out a disc from her shelf, and put it in the machine.

“Jake, what are you doing?”

Then right before Y/N’s eyes, the iconic introduction to one of her favorite movies of all time, 10 Things I Hate About You, started playing. The sound of the song “One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies filled the room as the cliche 90’s title style appeared.

“Why did you put this on?” Y/N asked quizzically. Jake gazed back at her, almost looking at her as if she were crazy. “You could’ve picked anything on that shelf. Why this one?”

“Because it’s your favorite,” he replied matter of factly. “Right?”

Y/N’s grin widened at that, nodding her head. She cuddled up in her blankets as Jake made his way back over to her. As he settled in next to her, he put his arm around her, his hand rubbing her shoulder.

Y/N could not help but feel a bit guilty for not pushing Jake out to the dance, knowing it was both their last chance to go to a high school prom. He should be out on the dance floor with his buddies, she thought to herself. Not stuck here with me watching movies.

Y/N looked over to him, noticing his expression utterly invested in the film they were watching. She tried to bite back a smile, but could not fight it. The way his brown eyes lit up by her bedside lamp was a sight to behold.

Jake noticed her staring, and made eye contact with her. He raised his brows, a concerned look filling his eyes.

“You okay?” he questioned. “Because if you’re gonna try to convince me to leave again, not gonna happen.”

“No,” she started, her voice taking on a more nervous tone. “That’s not…nevermind.”

Jake nudged Y/N back in his direction as she started to avoid his gaze. He moved his hand below her chin and gently tilted it up, but only slightly.

“C’mon,” he softly said, leaning his face down so that his voice reaches her ears. His breath washed over her face. “You can talk to me, you know that. Please tell me.”

Y/N let out a soft sigh, giving into his touch. Tears started to fill her eyes, and she quickly dabbed them away.

“It’s stupid,” she scoffed and rolled her eyes at herself. “All I wanted was to have that stupid slow dance every girl fantasizes about. To wear that fucking ballgown, spin around, maybe even a fancy dip? Whatever the fuck I could get. But instead, I’m stuck here, wondering how I am going to face everyone in class on Monday.”

Jake’s expression softened at Y/N’s explanation, the weight of her words sinking into his soul. His grip on her shoulder got tighter, and he held her closer.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…but…you don’t have to miss out on that entirely, you know?”

Y/N looked up at him, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks once more. Her eyebrows slowly knit together in confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” he began. “For starters, don’t act like this is the one chance you’re going to get to slow dance with a handsome guy. Hell, once you leave Frankenmuth to go to college, those guys are gonna be lining up around the fucking block to get a chance with you.

“Second, we may not be in some ballroom, but hear me out. I’m in a suit, you’ve got a dress, and you have a record player.”

Y/N was still a bit confused, sitting up more on her bed.

“What are you proposing?” she asked, which only caused Jake’s smile to grow. He stood up from the bed and opened her closet door, revealing the dress she had spent hours at her minimum wage job working for. “Jake…?”

Jake grabbed her dress off the rack, excitedly tossing it to her.

“Go get changed,” he told her. “I’ll wait here.”

Without much argument, Y/N took the new gown in her arms, and to the bathroom connecting to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her, removed her pajamas, and put on the expensive ensemble.

The sky blue dress glittered in the mirror lights, the skirt puffing out far enough to add some volume, but not to take up too much space around her.

As Y/N emerged from the bathroom, Jake’s jaw nearly dislocated from his skull and fell to the floor. He was in absolute awe of her. He had always thought of her as a princess, but this look really sealed the deal in his mind.

“Woah…” he breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Just…woah…”

Y/N smiled at his reaction. She picked up the fabric of her dress, spinning around in a singular circle to show the dimensions of her flowing skirt.

“So,” she started, brushing her dress off. “Do you like what you see?”

Jake was still dumbfounded. His mind was empty. All he could do was stand there, and try to understand the beauty in front of him. As his jaw finally set back into place, he cleared his throat.

“You’re beautiful,” he finally answered. “Truly…truly beautiful.”

Y/N grinned, taking a few steps closer to the record player. She placed the needle on the vinyl, and the sound of “Nobody Knows” by Billy Squier filled the room, and she turned back to Jake.

After his eyes roamed over her once more, he held out his open hand, palm up, to her. His smile had turned into a smirk.

“Shall we, your majesty?” he mockingly asked.

“We shall,” she replied, taking his hand in hers.

Jake pulled Y/N in by her hand, putting his free hand on her hip. He started to lead her in a simple dance, not moving too far or too fast, but easily enough to where they could grow to be in sync with each other.

As the song progressed, Jake introduced a series of spins and a few dips. He tried his best to impress Y/N, and give her that dance that she had desperately wanted to receive tonight, whether or not she originally wanted it from him.

When the song reached its climax, Y/N laid her head against his chest, closing her eyes and humming in contentment. Jake chuckled under his breath, his grip on her hip tightening and then starting to softly sing the words of the song in her ears.

As the song came to a conclusion, Jake pulled a bit away from her, just enough to make eye contact with her. He gave her a smile, one she quickly exchanged.

“So, how bad was I?” he asked, making Y/N laugh. “Oh come on! I couldn’t have been that bad! I did the twirly thing you like so much!”

“You were wonderful,” she replied. “But don’t get a big head about it.”

Jake laughed at that, not releasing his grip on her hip and hand.

“I’m glad you thought so. And for what it’s worth, I’m also glad I skipped prom. This was way more fun. I like dancing with you.”

Y/N’s expression grew more joyful, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing his hand that was once holding hers to drift down to her other hip.

“I’m glad I got to spend my night with you, Jake. You really saved my ass.”

Jake nodded, putting his forehead against hers. Their noses made contact, sending a shudder down their spines.

“Anything for you,” he whispered. “…princess.”

And with that, the two danced the night away, without a care in the world, only for each other.

[tdinyomomma]

Heather x Reader- If You Can't Take The Heat (Chapter Ten)

if you haven't read: nine

Today was almost a normal morning, I got up early to use the bathroom and on my way over I heard Duncan, DJ, and Geoff cheer and high for something. Instead of seeing what it was about I decided to mind my business… for now. 

Chris stood in front of us as we lined up. 

Once he knew we were all there and paying attention he began his regular explanation of what we’re doing for the challenge. “Today’s challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen.” He declares. 

“You’ll be cooking a three-course meal and serving it to me for tasting. The winners get a reward. The losers will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef to create the theme of the meal and to oversee the cooking.” He exclaims, I glance over to see DJ wearing an anxiety filled expression. 

Then next to me is Heather with a smug one herself. I think that pretend friendship got cut short with her because she hasn’t talked to me since we sent Cody home. 

Even though she knows I didn’t even vote for her. I could be wrong though. Who knows? 

“To cook you need ingredients. Every morning a truck brings food. Today’s task starts there.” A dolphin backs out of the water in a truck. 

He sits on the driver side, making a squeaking noise. I kind of felt like I was tripping on mushrooms seeing it but no one else says anything so I don’t either.

I watch Geoff and DJ open the doors and I stay back with my team, my arms folded, as we go over to the truck after the Killer Bass finishes what they’re doing Heather speaks up. 

“Head chef! Called it!” Nobody says anything, just a few eye rolls here and there. 

“Try not to screw up this time, okay?” I overhear her say to Beth, I shake my head. 

“Hey, [Name]!” She then sprints up to me and I boredly give her my attention. 

“Yes, Heather?’ I sigh, mainly out of my nose. “

Be my co-head chef?” She smiles, which confuses me since she wouldn’t even look my way earlier. “Is that even a thing?” I snort. 

“I made it a thing, just now.” She states. Right because everything she wants she gets. Well I guess I have a choice here.

“I had to take the leadership role. Hello! We’re on a losing streak. And really everyone else on the team is pretty useless. Not [Name] though. That’s why I’m making her my co-head chef!” Heather speaks to the camera.

“Sweet, let's hit the road!” Geoff says, him and the K.B.’s walk away, going past us. We go into the truck next. Heather holds her clipboard and she has them get the things we need. She told me I wasn’t needed for this, having me stand right beside her. 

“Leshawna, mangoes. Beth, pineapples, Lindsay macadamias. Trent molasses, Gwen tomatoes.” It was an easy in and out thing to do. We head to the kitchen and I get the Head chef’s attention. “So, what am I doing as the co-head chef?” I question, glancing around confused. 

“You make sure people are doing what they’re told.” She grins, my shoulders slump in disappointment knowing that means nothing but as she scrunches her face I fake a smile. “Great.”

“Gwen, Lindsay, you’re on the citrus macadamia upside-down-cake flambe.” Heather instructs, I try to look over her shoulder if I really have nothing to do today. And to my great disappointment my name isn’t even on the paper. 

Owen then bumps into us while carrying a huge bag of oranges, they fall out, he of course trips over one and squishes the rest of the oranges after he fell on them. Heather, Trent and I flinch at the sight. 

“Go back to the food truck and get more oranges.” Was the first thing Heather says, I put my head down, biting my tongue to not say anything. 

“I’m on it.” Owen points, I quickly follow behind him.

And where are you going?” My lovely “friend” asks me. 

“Being a team player and friend. I’m going to help get the oranges.” I yell behind me, not turning around to see her most likely angry face. But I do overhear her start to give more orders to our team.

Owen and I get the fruit now in wooden crates. 

“We should hurry back so you have more time to cook.” i say, carrying my own crate. 

“Yeah.” Owen chuckles. He doesn’t really try conversing with me but he points out food things to me every once in a while and we start jogging. I’m ahead of the bigger blond. My legs moving with ease, listening to my heart rate that speeds up slightly.

Almost not hearing Owen bump into a tree and grunt. A swarm of bees fly down from their hive and attack him. 

“No! Ow! Ooh! AAh!!” He screams, running off. 

I facepalm, gently placing down my oranges and running after the blond. 

“Owen ran towards the water!” I shout. “Huh!?” He exclaims, not hearing me he doesn’t do what I say but instead out runs them surprisingly. So not wanting to get attacked myself I go back to the oranges moving his crate away from the tree so he can grab them and not bother the bees again. We grab our boxes and start jogging again. 

“You alright?” I smile worriedly. “I’m fine.” He nervously chuckles. He harshly swings open the door. “It’s okay everyone. I’m back!” He chuckles, I raise my head from behind his shoulder. 

“Me too!” I called out. “Trent heads up!” Owen throws his crate at the boy and I gasp. 

“Owen!” I slap him on the arm, shoving him out of my way to check on Trent. “Oops.”

“Things are going perfectly, except for Owen’s hornet stings, and Trent’s concussion, which means he’s out for today’s challenge. But still, this challenge is totally ours.” Heather tries to be positive but in the end she slaps her forehead, disappointed with her team.

“If only Heather would let me cook. We’d win so fast! But for some reason I’m sitting here like a waste of space.” [Name] sadly says.

“These slices are totally uneven. Switch places with Leshawna.” Heather directs to Beth who goes to do as she’s told but Leshawna stops her. 

“What are you talking about? They look fine to me.” Leshawna furrows her brows. 

“Um, I didn’t get head chef because of poor presentation.”

 “No! You got to be head chef because you called it.” The bigger girl gets in the head chef’s face. 

“And who do you think you’re fooling with that crispy white-apron power trip you got going on?” Heather doesn’t even seem affected by the other girl's words. 

“Are you going to be a team player or not?” She questions.

 “Ooh, I’m a team player all right, but I’m also allergic to pineapples.” Leshawna admits. 

“Just get slicing.” Heather crosses her arms. “Now!” Leshawna picks up her knife in front of her with an angry expression, Heather puts on a happier one. “Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, two-faced bossy little– Argh!” Hives already start to show on Leshawna’s arms, I sigh, pushing her out of the way. 

“I got it, hun. Move over.” I say, not wanting any more arguing for the other team to hear.

 “Thanks, doll. You’re seriously a life saver.” She thanks me and I just shrug. 

“She wasn’t giving me anything to do anyways.” I snicker, cutting up the fruit at a fast pace. 

“Go wash your hands to halt the hives from growing anymore.” I tell her, and she does as she's told. I then turn to Beth. “That looks great, keep it up!” I flash a smile. “Thanks.” Beth snorts.

“What should i do now, though?” Leshawna walks back over.

 “Stand here and look pretty. I need a view while I cook.” I wink jokingly.

It was quick to finish off the pineapples on sticks. But not even moments later do I hear Heather scream.

 “Aah! My eyebrows!” We look over to see something caught on fire and then her covering her eyebrows. “Owen!” 

“Is it finally lunch time?”

“No, get my makeup bag from the cabin!” She hyperventilates, 

“but the bees.” He reminds her. “Now!” She shoves a pan in his face, threatening him. 

“It’s like I’m on a team of morons.” She slams her head down.

“Oh, that’s it. Someone needs to teach this girl a little respect.” Leshawna punches her palm.

I finish up what Beth and I were doing and then I go over to Gwen and Lindsay. They try to figure out how to work with the cake but I see there’s still some leftover mix and frosting.

 I take it over to the counter with the sink and make my own miniature cake. As I was doing that, Owen comes back with the makeup kit and throws it to Heather but Leshawna catches it then throws it to Beth, then Beth to Lindsay as Gwen opens up the fridge door. 

I try my best to ignore what’s happening as Lindsay throws the makeup bag into the fridge, Heather runs after it and they shut the door, locking her inside of it. I understand their anger but it’s putting our team in jeopardy.

I end up making miniature plates of every dish and hiding it somewhere just in case this all goes bad. We have little back ups. Well it might just be my dinner instead of the Chef's horrible cooking.

Beth is setting things up for our side of the table with Chris in the middle. “Owen, guard the food, alright let’s do this y’all.” Leshawna snaps her fingers and we head outside of the kitchen.

Chris eats his food from the bass but I missed the beginning as I snuck in Heather a sweater, but I didn’t show my face. As much as I want to let her out she can survive a few more minutes in the cold. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10. 15! How will the gophers respond?” Leshawna shows the door for Owen to bring out the food but when he doesn’t come out she goes in. 

“Tell me you did not eat the entire plate of ribs?” She shoves him out of the kitchen. He then normally places down the dish as if it isn’t just a thing of bones. 

“Yeah, this looks like it’s, uh, been eaten.” The host points out the obvious. 

“Not all of it. I think there’s a tiny piece left on that bone over there.” Owen points out and Chris takes it, biting off of the little chunk. 

“You know, what? I’ve had worse. Two points!” Owen cheers but is cut off by Chris just as quickly as he started. 

“Ooh, cloe, Owen. But the Bass still lead with 15-11. Time for dessert.” He announces He gives the Bass’s a six. 

“The bass have 21 so the gophers need 10 points just to tie it up.” Lindsay brings out the dessert dish and it looks like I’ll be able to eat my mini one later. 

“I have to say this dessert looks like a winner.” But I glance closer and notice it’s the same exact one they caught on fire. I go to stop him but he sticks the fork in and it turns to a puff of smoke and dust. Instead of leaving it be he takes a bite and starts gagging. I sigh, he starts gagging and Owen rushes to the host to save him. I sigh and go into the kitchen as Owen tries saving him. I grab my tiny dessert I made. Without the stupid flammable stuff. As I head back Lindsay rushes in to save Heather. 

“What? Girl was making everyone trip.” Leshawna defends herself. I question what I walk into. 

“Oh, I hear that.” Chris grins, Heather comes through the doors in a shade of blue, shivering. “Oh, the horror!” Owen gasps. 

“You guys are s-s-s-o dead.” She shivers, I frown. 

“Is it over?” She turns to Chris. 

“It is. Bass won 21 to 12 and it’s not just ‘cause I almost died. The ribs sucked too.” He informed her but it was towards us too. I glance between him and Heather then down at my dessert. I was going to see if this could boost us more points but it definitely would not bring us up 10 points so it wouldn’t matter at this point. 

“Great. That’s just great. Why do we keep losing people?” She asks us, then moves up to the table. “And what is this? I didn’t approve of this?” Heather points to an ugly rock that has flowers around it, Beth goes up to her, picking it up. 

“I brought it back as a souvenir, you know, from the other island.” My eyes widened in shock. “You did what?” 

“You mean boney island, the deadliest island in Muskoka, the one I specifically said not to take anything from or you’ll be cursed?” Chris jumps into the conversation in a serious tone. 

“Yeah…” Beth shamefully admits. “I didn’t know I’ll put it back!” She runs off but she already ruined it for herself. She’s getting kicked off for sure. 

“Okay, the killer bass now have seven members, now tied up with the gopher’s soon to be seven as well. And as promised, the winners will be enjoying a reward tonight. A five star dinner under the stars.” The killer bass cheered and I walked out of the kitchen.

Heather walks up after me, still shivering. 

“Why didn’t you help me out!?” She throws my sweater at my face and I take it, tossing it over my shoulder. 

“Heather, you hurt my feelings today.” I state, she stops in her tracks and I get in front of her. 

“I didn’t mean for you to be in there for that long but I couldn’t even focus on anything today. I was so hurt that you wouldn’t even let me do anything too.” I fold my arms, she doesn’t say anything so I take it as to speak up again. 

“Why did you do that?” I ask, she adverts her eyes now. 

“I was trying to be nice by letting you not do anything.” She mumbles, not wanting to really say it outloud. I raise a brow in shock. 

“Excuse me?” I laugh out, she shoves me in response. 

“I was being nice, I guess you’ve done a lot lately. I was trying to give you a break.” She says a lot more confidently, I smile softly at the realization. “Next time make sure it’s not something I enjoy.” I hand her my mini cake before walking away.

“Today’s vote was really hard, but only because there were so many annoying people to choose from.” Heather declares.

“I can’t believe we locked her in the fridge! That was so cool!” Lindsay holds her stomach before her eyes open from being closed. “She’s not going to see this is she?”

“Leshawna is a royal pain in the butt. And Owen completely screwed up everything for us.” Heather motions dramatically.

“Hey eyebrows look so bad. I’d kind of like to vote Heather off but-”

“I vote for Beth.” Heather says.

“She did curse us, and I like everyone else, even Heather.” [Name] giggles at the end but then stops herself in disgust.

Owen burps.

“I’ve got eight gophers sitting in front of me tonight but only seven fluffy bits of sweet safety in my hands. So good luck. When I call your name, come up and get your marshmallow. Leshawna, [Name], Owen, Gwen, Trent, Lindsay, Heather, Beth, down to you two. Whoever doesn’t get this marshmallow must immediately walk the dock of shame and leave on the boat of losers forever.” Beth shakes nervously as Heather glares

 “The final marshmallow goes to Heather.”

“You heard him, the boat of losers is that away. That really was stupid of you. That really was stupid of you to take that doll from the island.” She tells the nerd girl who messed up. 

“See ya girl.” Leshawna sadly waves.

That’s it for tonight, and you might want to burn some sage to get rid of any lingering curse vibes.” Chris tells us. 

“Cool, will chef give us some sage?” Leshawna asks the good question. 

“Nope, good luck with that.” He walks away.

That night I hear the guys grunting across to the cabin. I jump down from my bunk since I can’t sleep and make my way outside.

 Geoff, DJ, and Duncan are carrying the bunk bed holding Harold on it. 

I cover my mouth to stop me from laughing. 

“You guys need some help?” I offer a hand. 

“You’re not gonna question us why?” DJ smirks and I shake my head. 

“Not my business, want the help or what?” I chuckle, 

“Right on!” Geoff cheers quietly. I go up behind the bunk and go over to Duncan’s side to help him lift the bed.

The next day us girls go swimming, laughing and snorting, waking up the auburn haired boy from his sleep. 

“Good morning Harold!” We shout in unison. The boy was now standing and he looked down to see he’s naked. 

“Eeh!” He gasps, covering himself. The boys I helped last night come rowing through on a canoe. 

“So, learned your lesson yet?” Duncan asks. 

“Yes! Okay! Yes!” Harold nods his head vigorously. 

“Oh, we’re gonna need more than that, man.” Geoff slips his juice box. 

“I’ll never leave my crusty underwear out again! I swear!” He is practically begging. 

“What the heck, I believe him. It's a pleasure doing business with you!” Geoff throws his clothes to him, the three burst into laughter as he runs off.

Sorry for this late ass chapter. I had a lot going on lol.

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A list of my Total Drama AUs because I love them all wholeheartedly, feel free to ask questions about any of them.

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Animal Mutant AU 🐾🧬

+this AU was just an excuse to make Noah an owl person

+canon divergence happens shortly after Action/before World Tour

+The mutations are a worldwide phenomenon, it’s happening to everyone and no one knows why

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A Bloodsucker and A Mutt🩸🐺

+Alenoco AU

+Show goes on as normal for the most part

+Noah’s a vampire

+Alejandro’s a werewolf

+Cody’s just there

+made this AU for fun

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Magic AU ✨

+Magical creatures living amongst humans type thing, but it’s my takes on them

+Like we got merfolk, satyrs, angels, demons, elves, harpies, that kinda thing

+It’s like an assimilated society thing, they’re mostly at peace with each other with some mild species specific discrimination mostly courtesy of humans

+mild feels like an understatement

+everything’s got so much lore

+and of course, we got ✨magic✨

+there is a war that happens later on in the AU, so there’s that too

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Assigned Species: Gen 1 Cast, Hosts, Emma & Kitty

Assigned Species: Gen 2 Cast

Assigned Species: Gen 3 Cast

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.1

Assigned Species: RR Cast pt.2

Assigned Species: Reboot Cast

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Monster Apocalypse AU 🏚

+It’s an apocalypse, but not with zombies, these things are smarter than zombies

+People do die, so warning for that I guess

+Almost nobody is having a good time

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Duncan’s Group

Emma & Kitty’s Groups

Shawn’s Group

Cody’s Groups

Tyler’s Groups

Gwen’s Group

Fic Snippets

Mike’s Old Group

RR Beginning Groups pt.1

RR Beginning Groups pt.2

Sky & Scarlett’s Groups

Reboot Groups

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Drider! Duncan Dunoah AU🕷

+Sort of a high school AU? Most of them go the same school since a lot are kept human for this)

+Just a clingy drider with abandonment issues and his human bf who doesn’t actually understand how he got here

+definitely more of a self indulgent AU

+I don’t remember why I made this AU but now I can’t get rid of it

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Godly Patron AU ✨🙏✨

+Some of the cast each has a god that has taken a liking to them

+they’re my take on gods because I like having full creativity, so none of the ones people usually know about are here(like greek or norse gods)

+Alejandro is not having a good time

+Noah has the oldest god

+Alejandro’s got a lot more lore than he was originally going to have

+Made this AU because I wanted Cody to have a proper parental figure, then it kinda turned into this along the way

+Aleheather got that “Doomed Love” trope going on

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Assigned Gods pt.1

Assigned Gods pt.2

Fic Snippet

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Wings of Fire AU 🐉

+My favorite book series combined with one of my favorite shows

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Assigned Tribes: Gen 1

Alejandro’s Design | José and Carlos’ Designs

Trent’s Design | Bridgette’s Design

Heather’s Design | Cody’s Design

Tyler’s Design | Justin’s Design

Geoff’s Design | Lightning’s Design

Zoey’s Design | Noah’s Design

Owen’s Design | Fic Snippets

Harold’s Design | Gwen’s Design

DJ’s Design | Izzy’s Design

Cameron’s Design | Lindsay’s Design

Katie & Sadie’s Designs | Duncan’s Design

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Trollhunter Cody AU🧌🗡

+I just thought it’d be fun

+Cody would be the type of guy to say “crispy” wouldn’t he

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The only post I have

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Project Cythraul AU💉

+The whole concept is old, like 2019 old, but it has since then been revamped

+The entire WT cast goes missing like halfway through Egypt, with almost no trace other than what’s on the plane and something left in the sand

+They stay missing for 2 or 3 years before one of them finally shows up again with amnesia

+Main premise of the AU is a secret facility that specializes in DNA manipulation

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Hidden Magic AU 😶‍🌫️✨

+AU is otherwise known as “A group of immortals build a camp in a magic pocket dimensional forest for some reason and end up with a bunch of kids”

+there are other residents but the amount of children that show up there is concerning

+humans are quite irrelevant here, we don’t see them much

+the lore for most of the characters is a bit dark, but hey

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Reassigned Species

About the Burromuertos

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Nivi AU 👽

+This AU was an excuse to give Cody a best friend, and that friend is my OC Nivi!

+Nothing really changes, even though she’s in World Tour

+This AU has since evolved into “Alejandro and his gaggle of idiots™”, ie. Alejandro, Nivi, Cody, Duncan, and Lexi(OC/Nivi’s girlfriend) all share an apartment. It’s an interesting concept.

+I think of this AU often

+During Island and Action, people don’t really think Nivi exists because “Cody couldn’t possibly have actual friends outside the show!”

+This makes Nivi feel like some kind of cryptid and she loves it.

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“What If?” Mutant AU ☣️

+A small AU I came up with, sort of a “What if?” AU. The what if being “What if other people came into contact with toxic waste?”

+The people who are mutated are the same as canon (Dakota, that one intern, Ezekiel had some toxic waste exposure, it’s just more obvious here).

+Additional mutant individuals include Noah, Duncan, Alejandro, and maybe a couple others but I’m not sure.

+The mutant individuals can’t go back to their families, they don’t want them to see them like this anyways, so Chris keeps them on Pahkitew Island (in the facility for the duration of that season).

+Alejandro is lost at sea for a bit before they finally catch him and put him with the others

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ToA IOTS AU 🔪

+Technically still a TD AU since the AU it’s based off is TD. Idk I’m not making a separate post for my ToA AUs there’s too few of them for that. And this is the only one I’m sharing probably.

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Interdimensional Remnant AU🔚

+Area 51, something went wrong, everything was destroyed. The base, the earth, the galaxy, the universe, everything.

+The gods tried to stop it in time, remove the source. When they realized it was too late, they instead grabbed the thing closest to it.

+Alejandro Burromuerto is the only remaining piece of a dead dimension, and the gods blame him for its destruction.

+Came up with this AU while listening to a song AXOLOTL by bumr, I do love the concept, great angst potential.

+Technically a branch off of the Godly Patron AU in the sense that the gods do exist.

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How would alliance ocs, mimics, and Vet react the human getting kidnapped by a large mimic ( not feral but still deadly), but don't worry, they find the human passed out, and save them. The end.

Camron would be FREAKING OUT. The human was taken by one of those things! THEY COULD BE GETTING EATEN RIGHT NOW AND--huh? WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY FOUND THEM!? Are they okay--moveoutofmywayIhavetoseeiftheyareokay--!! Once the human is safe and sound, he'll stay with them and probably be a little (lot) worried about them and will cling to them for a while.

DJ would probably faint at the news. Large mimics are LETHAL and they don't play ANY form of games. They live for two things, consuming everything and destruction. When he comes to, however...the human is fine. Was it all just some bad dream...? Some alternate timeline?? DJ would stay by the human, just in case. Vee would be looking everywhere for the human. He would not recharge unless the human is back in their midst safe and sound...unless they were already gone. But he persevered and keeps going. Looking EVERYWHERE. Once the human is located and retrieved, primarily unharmed surprisingly, he will take them to the medical bay and would want immediate information about their condition. The mimics were all worried in their own ways. Buddy would try to track the large mimic that spirited away their human companion tirelessly, regardless of the amount of fear his body feels because he's tracking a LARGE MIMIC. Pal would be searching the skies and would be calling out the human's name as loud as he could, trying his best to find his missing human friend. Fiend would be in a similar situation with Buddy, tracking and hunting the large mimic responsible for taking away HIS human. He'll be damned if he lets that thing eat his human! The kids try to help by keeping the base updated on their progress and search anyway they can. Vet would become a single one party hunter. The John Wick of the camera faction. He doesn't care what class or how BIG that large mimic is, if it touches a single HAIR on his kid charge then its head is going to be mounted on his office wall. But, the moment the human is returned, he would just be relieved that they are still ALIVE to begin with. He would make them stay near him for a few days after the ordeal and his grudge against feral large mimics would simply worsen. NOBODY touches his kid charge. Not a damn soul.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Hey since robron wedding 2.0 was so dreamy and perfect, can proposal 3.0 be the romantic, soft lighting, down-on-one-knee ordeal that makes them both cry??

I cannot believe neither of them have at least attempted that yet.

well I mean it's hard to beat

*shoves ringbox in Aaron's face* "THIS! I'M TALKING ABOUT THIS!" "What's that for?"

"For you, you idiot! So I could ask you to marry me!"

*Cashes into a quarry*

and then Aaron flatlining in the hospital the second he says yes.

Or arguing over who gets to propose and who ruined whose plans

BUT

I would like a dreamy romantic proposal for their third time around.

In a perfect world I'd like it to go something like this

Aaron plans it all - maybe with Mack's help (he'd be more than happy to help, he loves shenanigans™).

He'd get Kim on board to have Robert go to a meeting for her in Leeds so he'll be Away From The Village the whole day, and then Aaron texts him halfway through the day to ask if he can pick Seb up from school because he can't get away at work for Reasons. And maybe pick up some shopping on the way too.

So when they finally get back to the village, Rob is kind of annoyed and tired, and then there's Mack with Isaac walking down the street, just a total coincidence of course, and please please please can Seb come over to play Isaac's new game and stay for tea?? And Robert is a total softie so he gives in and Mack promises he'll drop Seb off after tea so Rob won't have to drive out to the farm. But Moira is in on it too and Aaron gave Mack an overnight bag for Seb earlier so he can stay over at casa Coira.

And when Rob comes home the house is dark and quiet and maybe he's in a mood and when the fridge is full when he puts the shopping away, he wishes Aaron was home so he could yell at him a bit for making him stop for stuff they didn't need.

But no Aaron, and he's not answering his phone, so Rob decides to just go shower and change out of his work suit, and hopes Aaron will be home by the time he's done.

Only when he gets out of the shower the comfy clothes he'd laid out on the bed are gone and instead there's one of his nice shirts and a pair of trousers he'd bought because Aaron said they made his arse look good. And he's confused because he's home alone so wtf is going on??

And then he sees a note in Aaron's handwriting telling him to put the clothes on and go downstairs. So he does but when he gets downstairs, there's still nobody there. There is however suddenly something in the oven and the table is set for two with a little electric candle in the middle - and another note on one of the plates.

"tea will be ready in a bit, why don't you get some fresh air to work up an appetite?"

and he notices the door to the garden is open, so he goes outside, but still no Aaron - just another note telling him to go get a drink. So he goes to the pub and there's no Aaron but there is a pint waiting for him and another note telling him to enjoy his pint. And then Cain is there, giving him the keys to the garage because "Aaron left something there earlier" and can Rob pick it up because Cain really needs to Be Somewhere Right Now.

So he finishes his pint and goes to the garage, and when he's outside he hears the radio and figures either Mack or Cain must've forgotten to switch it off when they left. So he goes in but doesn't see anything that could be Aaron's, and figures Aaron probably picked it up himself - only when he goes to turn off the radio, he recognises the song. It's Adele - Make You Feel My Love. And he stays and listens to the song, thinking back to when they danced to that in the street. And when the song is finishes, the DJ says it was a special request for Robert, from your fiancé.

Of course Rob doesn't think anything of it, just nice that this other Robert's fiancé requested a song for him on the radio. And then he sees another note, telling him "I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, but home is far enough for now" And he laughs and locks up and goes home, only suddenly there's Mack who REALLY needs his advice on Something Really Important, and drags him to the pagoda, where he really needs to show him something on his phone.

And it's a video of his and Aaron's second wedding, which cuts off right after they say I do, and changes to Aaron in their kitchen, putting something in the oven and telling him to come home because tea is almost ready.

So he goes home and when he walks through the door, there are candles all over the place and Aaron is just pouring two glasses of wine and wearing the suit Robert loves on him.

They sit down to eat and Aaron insists he just wanted to do something nice for no reason, but Rob stays suspicious and wonders why all the fuss for just a random Tuesday.

And then Aaron gets up to get them dessert and comes back with what seems like two bowls of ice cream. He puts them both down on the table, only there's no ice cream in Rob's bowl, but a little box. And he takes it out and opens it, and there are their original wedding rings. And then Aaron takes the box from him and gets down on one knee and "Robert, will you marry me... again"

And Rob does that half laugh half cry I can't believe this is happening thing and just pulls him up and kisses him and "of course I will" and they spend the rest of the night celebrating in style.

And the next morning they go see Charles to lock down the first available date for their third wedding.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic (except for Rei and Haruko). However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: AO3 is down & supposedly leading people to a scammy site looking to steal personal info, so for now, these 2 chapters are staying on Tumblr until further notice. It's ALWAYS something, I s2g. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Five: A Break.

Several hours later, as midday drips into the afternoon, you are champagne-tipsy and shaking ass like it’s nobody’s business. 

The DJ should’ve known better than to start playing Uncle Luke and thinking you and Rumi wouldn’t be losing your shit. The rabbit hero is right behind you, catching your ass as you throw it, hyping you up in the meantime.

“Yaaass, bitch!” she shouts while Nemuri and Yu laugh behind her. “As you should with that ass, bitch!” 

At this point, your braids have fallen out of your updo and are swinging around your face and you’ve abandoned your shoes. The champagne has you feeling bubbly and warm. All is right in the world and nothing can touch you right now as you dance with your friends, joyful laughter spilling from your lips. 

The rest of the wedding reception was a whirlwind of food, alcohol, and pictures with Fatgum and Haruko as the newly married couple. You took pictures with them alongside Keigo by the gazebos before the DJ replaced the band and started pulling out the party songs like the Cupid Shuffle and Cha Cha Slide.

The blue sky has since transitioned to a tangerine orange as the sun begins to set on the summer evening. You almost don’t want the day to end. You’ve been having too much fun with your friends and enjoying yourself, tossing back glass after glass of the finest champagne. 

After the DJ gets all the “freak ‘em” tracks out of his bag, he begins to play the slower, more romantic songs. Instantly, people start coupling up with their significant others and partners. You look around, finding that you’re surrounded by couples you know: Fatgum and Haruko; Nemuri and Yu; Aizawa and Mic (after Mic drags him over to the floor against his will). 

And you’re all alone now. Rumi has since left the floor to go find someone to play with, leaving you with Nemuri and Yu to dance before the slow songs start playing.

You flush with embarrassment, feeling awkward and small now that you’re standing alone among the lovey-dovey couples. You wonder where Rei is. The last time you saw him was an hour ago…or was it two? 

You turn to go search for him, but as you turn, you become wobbly due to the alcohol catching up with you. A gasp leaves your lips as you teeter to the side, your hands outstretched to catch yourself if you fall. But someone interlocks their muscular arm around your waist, stopping you from hitting the floor and making a fool of yourself.

“Whoa, whoa, birdie!” Keigo teasingly says. “Wouldn’t want you to bust that pretty face. Especially before the Gala.” 

You look up into the citrine eyes of your best friend, thankful to have him come to your rescue. When he sits up upright, his hand brushes against your lower back, his fingertips grazing your skin. It gives you chills, but you pass it off as an effect of the sun setting. In this position, you now see Rei standing by the snack table chatting with Snipe and Hounddog.

Keigo looks in the same direction, scowling. “What, your man don’t dance?” he scoffs. 

“You know he doesn’t dance, Keigo,” you fire back, rolling your eyes. “Plus, he’s busy right now.” But even as you defend your boyfriend, you can’t help but feel a snag of irritation at the fact that he’s been chatting more with guests than spending time with you. 

“Well, he better not be too busy,” Keigo replies dryly. “I’ve seen way too many eyes on you for the past few hours.” You notice his eyes, steel-like and intimidating, cutting across the dance floor to stare at a couple of waiters who are ogling at your frame. They blush and scatter with their trays when they see Keigo glaring at them. 

You flush, not realizing you are being silently pursued. Has it been like that all day? Have you been too tipsy to notice it? The idea almost flatters you in your tipsy state. Maybe that’ll teach Rei.

“Whatever,” you scoff. “Anyways, go find Sakura so she can dance with you.” You push the blonde off the floor to go find his girlfriend whom you haven’t seen in a while either. The last time you saw her was when she was shoveling down lobster at your table. 

Keigo scowls at you, looking concerned. “And leave you all alone?”

You giggle, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness. “Keigo, I’m fine and Rei is literally right there. I need to talk with him anyway.”

You smile reassuringly at him and bump his hip with yours. “Go be with your girl,” you say, giving him a wink before leaving the dance floor. 

You head straight over to Rei, finding yourself becoming more bothered the closer you get to him. He’s looking quite good in his suit and the way the orange rays of the sunset are hitting his face is worthy of a nut. You slink up behind him and wrap your arms around him. “Hey, yoooou,” you coo, pecking his cheek. “Fellas, you mind if I steal him away for a bit?” 

Snipe puts up a hand while Houndog lets out a grumbling chuckle, already knowing what’s up. “Not at all, H/N,” he says through his metal mask. “He’s all yours.”

You nod at them in thanks as they walk away to converse with other pros who have begun to circle around the snack table where the huge, marveled, towering wedding cake that the chefs have brought out sits, ready to be cut. 

“You havin’ fun?” you ask Rei, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. He turns toward you, not even a bit tipsy. “Of course,” he chuckles, “but you definitely seem like you’re beating me in that department.” He stares into your hooded eyes, looking slightly concerned. “Babe, are you drunk?” 

You giggle tipsily. “A little bit,” you reply, pinching your thumb and index finger together. “The champagne just kept flowin’, so it ain’t my fault!” You give him a little pout before moving closer to him, pressing your sticky-glossed lips to his ear. “C’mon, I wanna show you something,” you whisper to him, a giggle in your chest. 

Rei pulls away enough to look down at you in hesitation. “But I think they’re about to cut the cake.”

He stares toward the snack table where Fatgum and Haruko now stand, their hands enclosed behind a large butcher knife as cameras flash. The couple stares lovingly at each other, Fatgum using his thumb to swipe strawberry buttercream icing over Haruko’s lip. 

Just seeing the love transcending between them is enough to wear your off buzz. Just another reminder of what you don’t have and what seems so complicated to possess. You immediately take Rei’s hand and drag him away. “We can get some later,” you reply, laughing as you begin skipping away with him in tow. “C’mon, hurry!” 

You drag Rei far away from any prying eyes, right to the other side of the park where there are several white tents and a group of trees blocking you from view from the guests. You can only hear the distant conversation and music carrying along the summer wind.

Rei looks at you confusedly. “What are we doing all the way back here?” he questions innocently. 

You press him up against the nearest tree, your hands gripping his biceps. Now that the alcohol has set in, so have its effects, including the horniness. Your body is begging for this man, pussy throbbing and nipples hard under your dress.

“Let’s go home,” you purr to your boyfriend. “I’ve been missin’ you so much lately. And you look damn good in this.” Your hands run over his expensive suit, feeling his muscled chest underneath. 

Rei swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing. “We can’t just leave, babe. It would be rude. Plus, don’t you want some cake?” His response kills your arousal somewhat, but Rumi’s advice comes floating back to you. “Then we’ll just do it here,” you whisper more to yourself than to him. 

Rei furrows his brows at you. “Huh?” he asks, squinting in confusion at your words. His eyes then travel to your hands which have begun to pull and tug at his belt. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” he hisses, trying to move your hands away. 

You put his hands up to your mouth, your body flushed and your heart pounding. “Shh,” you coo, pressing a kiss to his hand. “This won’t take long, I promise. Lemme just…”

You continue to work his belt off, loosening it before your hand dips underneath his briefs to find his softened cock. “Wait,” Rei protests. “Wait, Y/N, c’mon, I’m not even hard.” 

You stare up at him through hooded eyes, pressing your tits up against his chest. “Then let me get you there,” you purr before you begin to stroke him under his briefs. Your lips press against his jawline, trying in vain to ease his nerves. “Just let me take care of you.” 

“Y/N, cut it out!” Rei quickly jumps away from you, leaving you empty-handed. “Someone could see us!” He motions angrily toward the pointed tips of the tents that stretch overhead behind the canopy of trees that only hide so much of you. Maybe you weren’t as hidden as you initially thought.

Rei stares at you like you’re a different person; someone he isn’t sure he can trust. “What’s gotten into you?” he huffs as he fixes his pants and belt. 

You stand there, embarrassed and humiliated. The alcohol only makes you feel much worse. You feel stupid. Idiotic. And more than that, tired. It is an exhaustion that settles in your bones and makes you want to pop an Advil and smoke a blunt.

It is exhaustion only contributed by the constant work given to this relationship–mostly the sex. You know you’ve exhausted all other options and tears conjured from the champagne prick at your eyes from the fact. 

“Maybe it’s all that alcohol,” Rei sighs, already moving past you to head back to the wedding. “C’mon, let’s get you some water.” But as he begins to leave, he realizes you’re not following him and stops. “Y/N?” he asks expectantly. 

You lean against the tree, feeling like you need something solid to hold onto. “This isn’t working,” you blurt before you can stop the words from arriving. As soon as they’re out, you look at Rei, wide-eyed and damning yourself.

He stares at you, perplexed. “What isn’t?” he asks, sounding and looking so confused at you feel horrible for feeling like this. 

You will the tears threatening to drip down your face away as you sigh exhaustedly. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” you weakly say. You stare down at your bare feet, afraid to look at Rei. Coward.

“I think we need a break,” you blurt out, cringing at your words. 

Silence swells around you, uncomfortable and tense. You look up at Rei, finding him to be standing as still as the trees surrounding you as your audience. “W-What?” he softly stutters, sounding devastated.

A knife stabs you in the heart, twisting. “I-I just need some time to think things over and to be alone,” you attempt to explain. Rei rapidly blinks at you, his lips parted in shock. “Are you breaking up with me?” he asks incredulously. 

“No!” you immediately reply, but then backtrack with a weak, “I don’t know. I-I just need a short break to be alone, at least until next month when the Gala is over. I wanted to give you time to work because it’s important to you.”

You turn away from him, staring out at the stretch of forest leading toward the hiking trails. “More important than me,” you murmur. 

Rei scoffs behind you, the sound pissing you off for some reason like he just can’t believe you feel so hurt. “Do you really believe that?” he questions in disbelief.

You turn to face him then, hoping he sees the exhaustion and hurt in your eyes. “What am I supposed to think, Rei?” you retort, frustrated. “We’re barely together anymore because of your job and if we are, I feel even more distant from you.” 

You huff, shoulders slumping. You wrap your arms around yourself to comfort yourself with a hug. “I’m just not happy right now with us…or the sex.” Rei’s scowl shifts to one of irritation. “The sex?” he parrots with a haughty scoff. “You’re breaking up with me over our sex life?” 

You stare at him, not believing his words. Did he hear anything you just said about feeling distant from him because of his work? He stares at you in utter disbelief and anger. “I don’t believe this!” he huffs. “I try so hard to be the perfect boyfriend for you. I give you gifts; I text you sweet little messages; I…”

He leans toward you, his voice hushed. “I performed cunnilingus on you when you were on your period!” 

You flush at the memory, especially since he’s using it as a weapon in his argument about why he’s the perfect boyfriend. He’s doing a good job at it too. “For the record, I told you that you didn’t have to do that,” you retort. “And you didn’t even do a good job.”

Rei stares at you, dumbfounded. “And you didn’t think to talk to me about this?” he asks accusingly. 

“I’ve tried!” you snap, your frustrations finally being released. “For months, Rei! You’re not attentive, you barely wanna try anything new, and whenever I try to talk to you about it, you’re either too busy or you blow me off!”

Rei doesn’t look convinced. You can see he has his own unspoken frustrations in his eyes. “You sure this isn’t about him?” he cooly asks. The ice in his tone makes you wince. 

“Who?” you ask, confused. Rei doesn’t clarify, but the way he’s staring you down so harshly makes you realize who “him” is. Only one person you know can make Rei this enraged.

“Hawks?” you squeak incredulously. “You think I like Hawks?” 

Rei is dead serious, his hard stare never softening. “I see the way you look at him,” he growls. “Don’t deny it! You were looking at him today like you wanted a piece of him.”

You gape at him, realizing he’s deadass. You can’t believe he’s even insinuating this, let alone putting you on the spot like this. “Are you insane?” you scoff angrily. “No, that’s not true and I don’t appreciate you bringing Keigo into this just because you don’t like him. This is between you and me.” 

You take a moment to inhale deeply, trying to calm yourself down. “This isn’t working, Rei,” you firmly say. “I just need this break for time to be alone. You’re able to focus on work and so am I. Then maybe after the Gala, if we still feel the same way, we can talk more about this.” 

You wait for Rei to continue to argue or protest. But he does neither. He just stares at you silently, sizing you up like he would an opponent. He doesn’t gaze at you with love or adoration, his eyes completely void of any of those warm emotions. 

“No,” he finally growls. “I’m not waiting after the Gala. I don’t need you on my conscious during one of the most important nights of my career, so if you don’t wanna do this right, then I will.”

He looks at you and inhales. “I’m breaking up with you,” he exhales with finality. “There. You got what you wanted.” 

You feel those tears begin to rise again and quickly blink them away. “I’m sorry, Rei,” you softly utter. 

Rei continues to give you that fixed, cold stare, his lips in a tight line. “No, you’re not,” he finally murmurs, making you flinch. 

Before you can even utter another weak-ass apology, he’s turning around and zooming up the hill until he’s at the parking lot in the blink of an eye. You stand there and watch him leave until he’s in his car and peeling out of the park’s parking lot without you. 

He leaves you standing there, heartbroken and feeling like total, oven-roasted shit. Desperate to be as far away from the wedding as possible, you quickly leave and head for the nearest gazebo that overlooks the stretch of forest surrounding the backend of the park.

You stand in the white gazebo for you don’t know how long, but the evening has begun to transition to dusk. The sky has begun to turn from a shade of orangey-gold to a light hue of lavender. Fireflies flicker in and out of grass blades and between the trees now darkened from dusk. 

The sights of nature comfort you, but only a little. You’re still feeling guilt and uncertainty that eats at your entire being. You know that you hurt Rei, and that hurts you even more. How can you be sure you did the right thing? Will he even still want to rekindle things after the Gala? 

You lean your head against one of the gazebo’s pillars, staring out into the forest. You’re so transfixed on the swaying trees and the stillness of the forest that you barely notice footsteps creeping behind you through the grass.

You jump, startled, and turn to see Keigo making his way towards you. “Hey, you!” he sing-songs. “This is where you ran off to? I’ve been lookin’ for your ass for ages! Rumi swore you were kidnapped.” 

At the sight of his sunshine-bright smile, you quickly plaster your own smile onto your face. “Oh, just needed some air,” you lie through your teeth. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with your girl?”  

Keigo joins you in the gazebo, leaning one hip against the ledge. “She’s asleep,” he chuckles. “Poor girl couldn’t take the festivities, so she’s in one of the tents.” He looks around, suddenly noticing you’re short of one person. “Where’s your date?” 

At the mention of Rei, your false smile wavers. “Oh! He, uh…”

You quickly search for a good lie to avoid telling Keigo the truth. “He wasn’t feelin’ well so he left. That lobster flipped his stomach. You know how shellfish is sometimes.” Keigo just stares at you, not at all persuaded or buying your shit. 

“You’re a shit liar,” he says but not unkindly. You can see the soft concern in his citrine eyes, and that makes you feel utterly sick. 

You sigh defeatedly, wrapping your arms around yourself once more to comfort yourself. “I asked for a break,” you dryly answer. Keigo’s smile falters, turning into a serious scowl. You know he wants to ask what happened, but you’re not in the mood to talk. You don’t even want to think about it.

You turn away to avoid crying in front of him as those damn tears rise again. “Look, can we not talk about this right now?” you squeak out, swallowing the lemon-sized lump forming in your throat. 

Like a good friend, Keigo doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he offers something much better. He wraps a comforting, muscular arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into him. “Looks like someone needs a pick-me-up,” he hums, smirking down at you. “Patron shots?” 

You swear that you could’ve kissed him right then. 

[constellaj]

hey do u have some kind of list of the major variants in your multiverse au? It’s super cool and I really like it :3 (btw I am the original anon who asked you about it and the anon who was praising your Gwen, Courtney and heather art lol. just call me spiral anon)

also do u have any like, horror variants. Not horror necessarily, more so just tragic ones (the sillies have been through the trenches). Thanks :D

-🌀

OOH I've been meaning to get a list of my favorite multiverse guys together and this is the perfect excuse!! thank you spiranon!! I tried to trim this wall of text down best I could but it's SO LONG. buckle up!! as always mega thanks to @crystalfloe for developing and brainworming these fellas with me!!

I'll divide them up by the original character, and clarify their pseudonym; because the 'verse is populated with the same characters over and over, many end up choosing pseudos for themselves that they go by! I'll also elaborate on the ones that have some particularly horrifying aspects, but off the top of my head some who have really been through the ringer are ZombieMike (haven't given him a pseudo yet), Two-Inches-Taller Trent, Indigo (Jose), Mortal Bat Heather and Sea Bridgette. please note that I loooove duncan (and also dunhar) so a lot of these fellas are, well... dunhar :)

LOTS of Duncans! Let's get started! (duncans pictured above are not any real multiverse duncans) Zero rules the Duncan Underground with an iron fist. He has the power to up the "asshole levels" of any Duncan, spreading it like a zombie virus.

Declan comes from an Actor AU dimension, and has to rapidly adjust to a world where all his coworkers' fictional characters are real. He manages to settle down with a very stereotypical Courtney, and they're so mushy-in-love it's like a Hallmark movie.

Concorde is also known as "Normal Duncan". He's so abnormal that he actually spends most of his time hiding out at Club Vaquero, an underground nightclub exclusive to the multiverse's "weirdos". (more about club vaq later!)

Helix or Badger is also known as "Cop Duncan". He works with some powerful multiversal agencies to lock up and detain dangerous immortals. He has the ability to generate handcuffs and chains out of nowhere. He's an asshole and nobody likes him.

Fox is our newest addition to the multiverse! He's your standard Duncan, except he's accepted his soft side and lets it play out alongside his more punk-rock edgy end. He's got a huge multiversal network, with Bridgettes and DJs bringing him orphaned baby bunnies every other day to look after.

Harolds: Harlow Princeton Orange is the other side of our newest multiverse addition. An actor on Camp TV before he was thrown out into the multiverse, he thinks of everyone as an annoying coworker who won't ever break character.

Samurai Bloodshed is the platonic ideal of a Harold. He ran the Harold Hub-City with his epic anime powers, until he was cursed by a Justin to be... a jock. Stripped of his nerd swag, he's now doomed to wander the multiverse as a mere shell of his former self. (or IS HE???)

Matrix, aka "Punk Harold", is another frequent patron of Club Vaquero. He hangs out in the dirty punk scenes, plays awful music, and causes problems everywhere he goes. The only person who might be able to stand up to him is... Concorde?

Invisible Harold is Harold, but invisible. That's it I just think he's neat.

Alejandros: Siren is, well, a siren. With the help of Sea Bridgette, he flooded the entire Alejandro Resort, and turned it into an underwater, mermaid-filled utopia we're calling Alelantis. Unfortunately, he forgot to return a favor to Sea Bridge, so she turned her curse on him next. Transmuted into a scaly sea monster to match his powers, he ran (swam) away to hide in shame. Fortunately, this didn't perturb Marathon Tyler, who offered him a place to stay...

When most Alejandros were forced out of the resort, Silk fell into an open dimension (Angel Lindsay's dimension). Stranded in the empty wastelands below the angellic clouds, he's resorted to manipulating any other immortal who falls in on accident.

Naturo (yes we know that's not a real spanish word, we just think it sounds cool) controlled nature itself, using that power to enslave dimensions and threaten a total overtake of the multiverse. At least, he used to! His incarnation was killed, and he reset into someone we affectionately call Autistic Alejandro. This incarnation of Ale was carefully monitored since birth to prevent another Naturo situation; monitored by someone who he thought was his brother... (more on Indigo later!)

There's one more important Alejandro to mention! That's the Alejandro who's one half of Vaquero, the owner of Club Vaquero. Vaquero himself is a living fusion between an Alejandro (he's a pairhunter, more on them later!) and a Geoff. Yes this is the alegeoff fusion I've been drawing all along!!!!!! I fucking love Vaq!!!!!

McLeans: Gold lives in a massive penthouse in the bougiest part of the multiverse, living his ideal celebrity life, with his fake and real Gemmys so thoroughly intermixed you can't tell which is which. He's not a bad person per se, but he doesn't quite understand what's wrong with doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

Silver (no relation), on the other hand, lives on a cursed island and is a classic whistle-blowing camp counselor. He spends his time recruiting multiversal campers onto his island, to compete in death-defying challenges. Seems nasty, but if you win, you get the ultimate prize; he has the ability to grant wishes.

Meanwhile, out on True Wawanakwa, something very bizarre is happening. Chrises coalesce on this island, all fighting for dominance over a place they're convinced is "theirs". Every week, each Chris's team competes- and the losing Chris has to lose one of his carefully cultivated cast members. One of these Chrises is Lake, a granola-crunching, ADHD-ridden, dadbod-having hippie. Lake never executes members of his team, and instead hides everyone in a mystical glade; everyone on his team actually treats him like a genuine team dad. Just, y'know, be careful when dealing with him on the full moon-- he is a vengeful lake spirit, after all, and sometimes he loses control. I mean, how do you think Geoff turned into that tree? (Don't worry, Bridgette pours a cold one onto the roots once a month to keep him healthy.)

Everyone else! These are characters that we really only have one or two instances of.

Mildred (Blaineley) is a bit of a horror villain shut-in. She keeps pocket dimensions full of contestants and harvests their essence, essentially selling it on the black market.

Carmine (Blaineley) is another horror villain, but more composed and some would argue more sinister. Her facility allegedly works to rehabilitate former dangerous immortals, but what she actually does is manipulate (and if she has to, mind-control via magical contract) them into working for her. Indigo (Jose) had this unfortunate realization after he took her up on her blackmailed job offer. Autistic Ale's original Jose was removed from the dimension and locked in a cryo chamber, while Indigo encouraged Ale to avoid nature, making his own decisions, and saying no. Unfortunately, this turned out to be the exact right mix of traits to allow Carmine access to the nearly omnipotent Naturo...

Rehab Hatchet runs a small island full of lost and confused McLeans. He wields a magical machete that can cut open your mind; it helps him perform reconstructive brain surgery, but it's fucking terrifying.

Shadow Gwen is a loner with a sentient shadow. Well, she used to be a loner, until a mermaid Lindsay and an annoyed Noah show up explaining how she might be the only person who can save Alelantis from crumbling away forever. Will she accept the hero's call??

Sea Bridgette, unfortunately, is paired with an Aftermath Geoff. Pairing is an obscure but dangerous concept. Two magical beings with their auras intertwined; this makes them both more powerful, but also more vulnerable. She's a mutant fish person, and he's at the peak of his asshole arc and only cares about appearances. Siren offered to humiliate her pair on international TV, and she was thrilled-- but then he was a no-show.

Angel Lindsay and Bat Heather are two halves of a coin. Lindsay reincarnated as the only magical immortal in a dimension full of mortals. When Heather betrayed her on the island, Lindsay let out a burst of magic that split the world in two. Above the clouds, in a polished city, all of the "nice people" with beautiful fluffy angel wings. Below, in a wasteland without food or water, all of the "mean people" with dragging, scraggly bat wings. While Lindsay lives her life as Her Hotness Admiral Princess Angel Lindsay, Heather is left to scrape together a band of post-apocalyptic survivors, and try not to think about the friend she lost.

Two-Inches-Taller Trent is a Trent who is slightly taller than the average Trent. He lived a happy mortal life being best friends with Mike-- until he was ejected out into the multiverse, sucked through a rift in spacetime that traumatized both him and Mike. Separated from someone he had nearly paired with, Trent became what's known as a pairhunter; an amorphous, unstable ball of energy that can't survive without their pair.

ZombieMike is the collective term for a set of alters who, at one point, hated each other so much that they physically split apart from each other to form their own dimensions. Mike, Vito, Mal, Manitoba and Svetlana each led their own individual lives (as different supernatural creatures)-- until they were pulled back out into the multiverse, and slammed together into the same body.

Contract Titan Courtney is desperately pretending she's not a pairhunter. So desperately, in fact, that she lures Duncans into signing autonomy-overriding contracts, pretending that her pair never left. If the contract breaks, though, she snaps and enters titan mode...

Mirror (Dawn) works for a containment agency, and has a very skewed view of how to treat people. She genuinely thinks she's doing you a favor, molding you into your ideal self, but in actuality she's warping you and shaving off anything that makes you unique.

Evil Zoey is, well, Evil Zoey. Sent to an immortal jail alongside a Mal who didn't know why he was there, she tried to manipulate him into being even worse... and then the two ended up breaking out together.

Punk Courtney sings lead for the cover band Court's in Session, and she mostly sings about how much she hates everyone. She has a massive following of Gwens... I wonder why?

Marathon Tyler is a recurring Tyler who is just, always out on a jog throughout the multiverse. His jogging route encompasses every location you could possibly imagine. I'm not sure he's ever completed a run.

CONCLUSION: This isn't even a fraction of the guys we have LMAO so sorry for the long list and the long paragraphs. I've cut it down as much as I can so if you have any questions about anyone, please ask-- I probably left something out!

Also feel free to ask if there's any variants of [character] I left off-- I'd be more than happy to ramble some more!!

[demonsfate]

Had a convo with sb on tweeter and altho it started as a sorta-argument (not rly), it did ended amicably with us semi-agreeing with each other, but also acknowledging the story can go any way. But we were debating if Jin and Kaz would actually be relevant in the next game and we brought up the point if Jin could still have the devil gene. I pointed out it's sussy that Jin still has the tat, it felt like an intentional decision to leave him with the tat in the ending. That person countered by saying "oh, it's just a cosmetic, the tat is too recognizable of a design for him". And it's like... big maybe but like. I don't think it'd matter much if they removed the tattoo just for the ending...? I mean, they removed Kazuya's red eyes - but you can still see those red eyes when you play him or in the main menu screen. so... I don't know why they wouldn't have removed Jin's tat just for the ending?

Jin also acknowledges the devil gene being gone ...

But he still has the tattoo.

Here, he's definitely talking to his mother. I'm sure we'll meet again, him acknowledging she's not there.

Then he says this, talking aloud again when... nobody's around? Who the heck could he be talking to? He acknowledged his mother isn't around, so he can't be returning with her. Is he talking to the bird? "Everybody" refers to his friends, but who's "us"? We don't see Xiao or anyone around. So this leads me to believe he's talking to Devil.

DJ's status is set as "unknown" on his wiki. But he does, curiously, have a cause of death

The same one as DK and Azazel. But like I said, Jin talking aloud when seemingly nobody else is around and the tat remaining (whilst Kazuya's red eyes don't)... it's just suspicious to me. And I'm not inhaling copium, DJ can stay Gone Forever if he wants, but I just don't think we can totally rule out he's alive bc of these parts of the ending...