#Rectangular Businessman

[wackypomko]

babe wakes up, new ringo special interest just dropped

also i drew mogeko and Rectangular Businessman becuese i love them

[m4r5c0r3]

need to draw shark and rbm exploring each others bodies

[jillyb2004]

Happy 58th Birthday to The One and Only…. Ned Hastings!!!

[bezho-art]

how i hate him🥰🥰🥰

[mogai-headcanons]

Mouse Fitzgerald from 12 oz. Mouse, who also goes by Fitz and Butch, is a depressed unlabeled canon alcoholic with PTSD and ASPD who is attracted to women and uses he/him pronouns!

He works for Shark, a gay man who uses he/him pronouns and has a crush on Mouse!

Shark works alongside Rectangular Businessman, a gastraic MLM transneumasculine demitransfeminine gender apathetic trans woman demiboy who uses she/her pronouns, but doesn't mind he/him being used for her!

Rhoda is an AMAB nonbinary bigender being who canonically uses both he/him and she/her pronouns and also uses they/them!

Liquor is a neurodivergent man!

Roostre is a neurodivergent canonically disabled straight ally with PTSD who uses a prosthetic hook, uses he/him pronouns, and has interests in corndogs, farming, and music!

Golden Joe is a polyamorous closeted pansexual person who uses he/him pronouns and has a preference for women!

He's good friends with Peanut Cop, a straight ally who uses he/him pronouns!

Man-Woman is a neurodivergent polysexual AFAB bigenderfluid genderfluid pronounfluid person with speech problems who uses she/her pronouns when feminine-presenting and he/him pronouns when masculine-presenting and doesn't mind they/them pronouns regardless of presentation!

Lee is a canon trans woman who uses she/her pronouns!

Industry Man is a neurodivergent bisexual shapeshifthing clockgender agender man who uses he/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns!

Eye is an autistic eyegender eye with speech problems and a special interest in tap dance who uses he/him pronouns and both first- and third-person nameself pronouns!

New Guy is a canonically nonverbal kidcoric nonbinary being who uses they/them pronouns!

Francis is an ally who uses he/him pronouns!

dni link

[razzleberry-lemonade]

12 oz madness

[shintsukibot]

He’s too rich to deal with you

[fatkish]

Of course, you can put a spin on my cat quirk user ♡

(Alright, just wanted to make sure.)

(Trigger warning: human and animal trafficking mentioned, also mentions of drugging someone)

Aizawa x Jaguar Reader

(The reader in this story is an actual Jaguar with a quirk that allows them to transform into a human)

Reader is a Jaguar who was naturally born with a human transformation quirk. They grew up in the Amazon jungle with their mother who was a normal Jaguar. The reader learned to hunt and was taught everything they needed in order to be a successful apex predator by their mother

The reader has human level intelligence due to their quirk.

One day, villains from Brazil found out about the reader. They eventually tranquillized and captured the reader, smuggling them into Japan were the villains planned to sell the reader in a black market auction

When the reader had woken up halfway through the shipping to Japan, they realized that their best chance of survival was to wait for the villains to let their guard down, then the reader could have a better chance of escaping. When the smugglers realized that the reader was awake they drugged them again, putting the reader back to sleep

Meanwhile in Japan, Detective Tsukauchi and the police had been tracking two of the main villains in charge of the auctions and running them. The police were planning a raid on the building the night of the auction. The people running it were notorious for human trafficking, the sale and trafficking of parts of or whole endangered animal species, kidnapping, etc.

Detective Tsukauchi was the lead investigator and asked Aizawa as well as Midnight to help in the raid. Midnight’s primary role was to help subdue the criminals as well as protect the heroes and police from any dangerous animals that might be found

On the night of the auction the reader wakes up inside a metal cage with a shock collar on their neck. They’re hidden beneath the stage in the storage area, surrounded by various cages with other humans and some animals

The humans all seemed to be young and mostly female, the reader could sense the fear that belonged to the humans in the cages. The humans also were wearing the strange collar that was around their own neck

The humans outside the cages all had white masks covering their faces. One of these people was walking around going to each cage and putting their hands on the humans heads. Once the person had come to them the reader snarled at them but was rewarded with a powerful shock running through their body.

The human placed their hands an the reader’s head, after feeling a weird tingling sensation, the human retracted their hands. The human then told the reader that they had better do whatever they are told, if they don’t listen, they will be shocked. With the effects of the drugs still wearing off, the reader didn’t question how they could suddenly understand what the human’s language.

Suddenly a loud voice is heard from above as the auction begins. After a few minutes, cages are wheeled over to a platform that lifts things onto the stage through the floor.

After the last cage before them is brought up, the human from earlier commands the reader to change into their human form. Not listening to the commands, the reader is shocked again when the human presses a rectangular object.

After that the reader transforms and a hook attached to a long pole is connected to their collar as they are led onto the lift

Outside the heroes and police are setting up and getting into position to start the raid. All entrances and exits have been surrounded. Once Tsukauchi has made sure everything and everyone was in place and ready, he gave the order to cut the buildings power supply thus signaling the start of the raid

As the heroes begin to enter the building and start taking out the buyers, auctioneers and other participants, the reader, having been sold to a wealthy businessman with a cat-girl fetish, is being led to one of the back rooms when the power goes out

Since the system that was controlling the collars was being powered by the building’s electrical system, once the power was shut off, the collars unlocked and deactivated

Realizing that this is their best chance at escaping, the reader transforms into their original form and attacks the nearest person in a mask. Using their natural predatory night vision, as well as their hunting skills, the reader slinks through the hall avoiding as many people as possible using the darkness to their advantage

After passing by a hall filled with a purple fog, the reader turns the corner and finds themselves back at the stage where a human with strange glowing red eyes protected by some strange yellow covering, is fighting the humans in white masks

This human had some strange long grey appendage? No, tool? They were using it to capture the humans and fight them. This human also smelled different than the humans in masks

Distracted by their predatory analyzation of the human, they didn’t notice that the human had defeated all of the other humans present. When the human suddenly turned their attention and focus onto them.

The human stared at the reader for a moment before removing the yellow eye coverings. Quickly retrieving something from its waist, the human tilted their head back, dropping some kind of liquid into its eyes.

The human, after a few blinks, stares the reader in the eyes as the human’s mane raises and its eyes glow red. Seeing this as some kind of human threatening display, the reader snarls as they bear their fangs and crouch into position to pounce onto the human if necessary

After a few seconds the human lowered its mane as its eyes stopped glowing. The human raised its front paw and told the reader that they are not a threat and that they are not going to hurt them. The human didn’t seem to have any sort of fear and was obviously not a prey but they were still wary of the reader.

Suddenly another human called out and was running up behind the human, before either human could react, the reader pounced onto the new human, believing them to be a threat. Sinking their claws into the human’s shoulders and about to go for the head, Aizawa shouts no, in distress.

Realizing that the human was upset by them attacking the other human, the reader turns to look at Aizawa as they get off of the police officer.

After checking on the officer’s condition and making sure they were okay, Aizawa turns to the reader after realizing that they stopped their attack after he told them to

Carefully approaching the reader, Aizawa asks them if they can understand what he’s saying and to lift their front paw if they can. The reader lifts their paw and afterwards slowly approaches Aizawa. Before the reader can get to close a purple fog surrounds them as a loud sound is made as they feel a sharp pain in their hind leg. Before they can turn and attack the human the reader falls asleep

After dealing with the clean up and arresting the criminals, Tsukauchi approaches Aizawa with a file containing a list of the items being sold. When looking at the file, Tsukauchi points out the reader’s information.

When Aizawa confirms that the listed information is true, that being that the reader is actually an animal with a quirk, Aizawa asks Tsukauchi what would be done with the reader.

Tsukauchi tells him that there really isn’t much he can do about what would happen to the reader, but that the reader would either be handed over to scientists or placed in a zoo or research sanctuary.

Aizawa decides that the reader would probably be subjected to experiments and would be forced to undergo extensive and invasive tests, he calls Nedzu and tells him about the reader

When the reader wakes up, they are laying on a pile of blankets with bandages wrapped around the top of their left hind leg. Looking around they are met by a white rodent.

The rodent introduces himself as Nedzu, he explains to the reader what happened and what their current situation is. He explains that humans are not used to seeing animals with abilities like theirs. He tells the reader that humans are likely to experiment on animals like them since they are different.

Nedzu tells them that since they are capable of understanding humans, that the reader’s best course of action is to learn to live like a human and understand human society. He tells the reader that he can help them and give them the opportunity to become what humans call a hero

After much discussion mainly on Nedzu’s part, the reader agrees to live at UA. Aizawa, being the one who found them, is put in charge of the reader and is made their handler/guardian

Aizawa teaches the reader what they need to know and how society works. While Aizawa teaches, the reader either sleeps or patrols the grounds. At night, when Aizawa is on patrol, the reader follows him as his sidekick.

Power loader creates a special suit for the reader to wear made of the reader’s own fur, that way they are not naked when they transform. The reader is officially a member of the Aizawa family

Hope you enjoyed this

[makotonaegi]

never gonna get over this old drawing of mine where he looks like the rectangular businessman from 12oz m

[owo-shenanigans]

Cyno came home at 80, but better than losing the 50/50, I suppose…. Also this is not going to be using the cards that have been revealed because I doubt Signora would get a sweet card deal from some Sumeru game company.

Cyno - Card Games

Word Count: 439

“So then I play Grey Azhdaha?” You frown at the cards in your hand, eyes shifting between them. Your boyfriend leaned over your shoulder and nodded.

“Yes. It’ll combat Super Turtle’s Ultimate Shield.” He pointed at the card on the table, which had a turtle drawn on it holding a red rectangular shield. It was also wearing a hat. “Some consider this to be overpowered, but as Grey Azhdaha has few uses outside of shield busting, I think it-”

“I’ll play Azhdaha.” You interject, sliding the card onto the table. Your opponent, your coworker, leveled you with a pained stare. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your play or because of Cyno’s ramblings.

“I’ll play Atomic Adeptal: Spectral Species.” Xe threw the card onto the table and it landed to half cover your card. As Cyno leaded over again to examine it, you felt that you should have declined the invitation to your coworker’s weekly card tournament night. You had been forced to miss the last few, however, and you usually had fun. But you’d never played Genius Invokation before, let alone The Card Game. You’d asked Cyno to accompany you, and that had led to… This.

You had the worry that you wouldn’t be invited back.

-

“I can’t believe xe played Black Regislotus.” Cyno’s voice was as flat as ever, but you’d been friends and partners with him long enough to pick up the tone of annoyance. “That’s been banned in competitive play for two years because of how you need specific cards to combat it, ruining the appeal of the game as flexible and reliant on skill instead of reliant on the mora to get every card.”

“You were able to counter it anyway using that frog card.” You furrowed your brow, trying to remember the name. “Bullfrog Businessman?” The art on that card had been extremely cute, a little frog wearing an ill-fitting hat.

“Yes. That card is considered perfect for low level play, having no special abilities other than poisoning an enemy if it physically attacks it. However…” He droned on, and you couldn’t stop an affectionate smile forming on your face.

You grasped his hand in yours, looking up at the sky, stars dulled by the bright lights from the Akademiya but beautiful nonetheless. He squeezed your hand in turn.

“Thank you for… Inviting me.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “It was interesting to watch people who don’t play competitively.”

“Of course,” You say, and try to figure out the best way to ask to be invited back to the next game night with Cyno still in tow.

[wackypomko]

i drew human ver of 12 oz mouse (im really proud whit this but i kinda wanna change sharks desing)

[archinform]

Getty Tomb, Graceland Cemetery

Carrie Eliza Getty Tomb

Graceland Cemetery, Chicago IL

1890

Louis H. Sullivan, architect

by Roger Jones, August 2024

My photos from 8-3-2024:

Henry Harrison Getty commissioned this tomb for his late wife, Carrie Eliza Anderson Getty, in 1890. He engaged the firm of Adler and Sullivan for its design, admiring both Louis Sullivan's local buildings and his design for the tomb of Martin Ryerson, Getty's partner, of 1889. One source indicates that Getty was also on the board of the Adler & Sullivan-designed Auditorium Building. Both the Getty and Ryerson tombs, as well as Sullivan's grave, are located in Graceland Cemetery, Chicago.

The structure faces east on a small triangle of land bounded by cemetery roads. It is the only structure on a plot, located in the northwest part of the cemetery.

The Getty tomb is only of only three mausoleums designed by Sullivan between 1889 and 1892, the third being the Wainwright tomb in Bellefontaine Cemetery, St. Louis.

From the HABS report:

The construction is of blocks of grey Bedford limestone, with bronze gates and inner door. The rectangular block of the monument rests on a stylobate of four single stones, and the lower half of the wall is of smooth ashlar masonry. The upper half of the wall has an over-all incised pattern of octagonal panels enclosing eight-pointed stars, and above this is an enriched cornice with three scallops constituting the roof. On the front and two sides are large arches springing from the ashlar base to cover the door and the side lunettes.

A further description:

The quiet elegance of this tomb celebrates life amidst the cemetery's somber environment of death. An architectural writer once described it as being "as near perfection as mortals are allowed to approach." Its beauty is achieved through a combination of simple geometric shapes and rich delicately proportioned ornamentation.

Yale University Library, Digital Collections

Architect Frank Lloyd Wright remarked of the structure that it was "entirely Sullivan's own, a piece of sculpture, a statue, a great poem addressed to human sensibilities as such. Outside the realm of music, what finer requiem?"

Notes the HABS report:

The design for the Getty Tomb received much praise from abroad. In 1900, at a time when Sullivan's commissions were very few, a plaster cast of the tomb doorway was being shown at the Paris Exposition.

There is a poem by Marge Piercy, visiting a dead man on a summer day, about Sullivan and his Getty tomb.

Frank Stella's work entitled Getty Tomb is a comment on the immense darkness and sorrow of death.

Frank Stella, Getty Tomb, 1967. Lithograph. Whitney Museum of American Art

Interred in the mausoleum:

Carrie Eliza Anderson Getty

1843 - 20 February 1890

Henry Harrison Getty

20 September 1836 - 28 March 1919

Alice Eliza Getty

15 October 1858 - 12 June 1946

Left: Henry Harrison Getty

Right: Alice Eliza Getty

I have yet to discover a photograph of Carrie Eliza Anderson Getty.

Alice Eliza Getty, about whom the most information is available, seems to have lived a rather fascinating life. She was a musician, composer, author, and art historian. She was the daughter of Henry H. Getty [1], a rich businessman who made his money in lumber. After the death of Alice's mother Carrie Eliza [2] in 1890, her father Henry retired from business and traveled widely in Europe and Asia with his daughter, along the way establishing an Asian art collection. He and Alice lived in Paris, Henry dying there in 1919. Alice continued to live in Paris until 1939, and spent her last five years in New York. Illustrations in her book The Gods of Northern Buddhism (published 1914 and 1928) came from the collection of her father. At some point, she lived in a Buddhist monastery in Japan. Alice is one of the pioneers of the Western study of South Asian art. [3]

Photograph from National Register of Historic Places Inventory - Nomination Form

The tomb's ornamental cast bronze gates and inner door were executed by the Yale and Towne Mfg. Company. The bronze door reportedly took an artisan and assistant a year to create and weighs 1,100 pounds. Plaster casts were made of the inner door, and exhibited in Paris at the Exposition Universelle of 1900 (winning Sullivan an award), and at the Art Institute of Chicago.

Image: Chicago Architectural Photographing Co. [Chicago]. Archival image collection, Art Institute of Chicago.

Data: Findagrave.com

The plaster cast of the door. Source: Building 51 Museum

Details of Historic American Buildings Survey drawings.

Grave of Louis Henri Sullivan, Graceland Cemetery.

NOTES:

[1] Below is a biographical sketch of Getty from the Book of Chicagoans (1905), p. 231: "Getty, Henry Harrison, capitalist; Batavia, N.Y., 1836; s. Adams Getty; removed with parents in 1848 to Waukegan, Ill.; ed. public schools of Batavia, N.Y., and Waukegan, HI.; m. I864, Carrie E. Anderson, of Muskegon, Mich.; 1 daughter. On leaving school in 1856, went to Muskegon, Michigan, and was engaged in general store, 1856-9; entered employ of Ryerson and Morris, saw-mills, Muskegon, 1879, and soon became supt. and foreman of the mill; bought interest in firm, 1865, which became Ryerson, Hills & Co.; in 1867 bought an interest in the Chicago business of Martin Ryerson & Co., and removed to this city to take charge of the yards; retired from business in 1892. Clubs: Chicago, Union League. Office: 204 Dearborn St."

HABS No. ILL-1045, Getty Tomb

[2] Carrie Eliza Anderson was born in Skein, Skien kommune, Telemark fylke, Norway in 1843, and was living in Muskegon, Michigan by the time she was 18. Her husband was Henry Harrison Getty, born in Batavia, New York. They were married in Muskegon, Michigan on November 9, 1864. She died February 24, 1890 (aged 46–47), in Cook County, Illinois.

Findagrave.com

[3] ...Alice Getty, an only child, was born in Muskegon, Michigan, near the miles of pine-forests owned by her "lumberman" father. The family travelled extensively.... Her father...announced his intention of retiring when he was fifty in order to travel and to collect Far Eastern art....At that time [1890] Miss Getty's mother had died, and she became her father's companion in his collection-travels in Europe and Asia. The Gettys, with the ever-increasing collection, eventually settled in Paris. The largest and most important part of the collection consisted of images of deities of the Hindu Buddhist Pantheon, but Mr. Getty did not limit his field. His beautiful musical instruments were presented to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York by his daughter; she also gave his collection of Persian shawls and a fine stone Maitreya to the Art Institute in Chicago. Miss Getty's extensive acquaintance with the scholars who were later to become her friends and colleagues now began. Among her most intimate friends later on were the great Sanskritist, the late Mr. Sylvain Levi, the late Mr. Joseph Hackin of the Musee Guimet, and the late M. Paul Pelliot. European scholars recognised her abilities immediately. But until about 1907, her own great interest had always been music. She wanted to compose and for some years she studied harmony and composition with Vincent D'Indy. She wrote the music for various French poems and several of these songs had been successfully published, when her father's suggestion that she write a catalogue of his collection of Buddhist deities, changed her entire life. She put the songs aside, temporarily, as she thought, but research in Asiatic art claimed her thereafter, and she never returned to music again. She must have been naturally a scholar. The catalogue was undertaken in the most professional manner. She worked with deliberation and with meticulous care. At that time there was a dearth of material on Buddhist iconography; and during the six unhurried years when Miss Getty was working on the catalogue, she and her father made three journeys to India and the Far East. In I914, the Oxford Clarendon Press published "The Gods of Northern Buddhism", which at once took the place which it still holds as the authoritative book on the subject. During the first World War Miss Getty gave all her time to working for the blinded soldiers. She had a Braille printing-press installed in her apartment and superintended the printing of many books. For her admirable work she was afterward decorated by the French government.

Alice Getty. Author: Florance Waterbury Source: Artibus Asiae , 1946, Vol. 9, No. 4 (1946), pp. 346-348.

Links:

Photographs of the mausoleum by James Caulfield, including views of the interior, are here:

A video tour of the tomb interior can be viewed here [notice the creepy death mask of Henry H. Getty above the door, presumably put there by Alice]:

[jillyb2004]

DrawCember

Day 3: Feast

Based on the DVD cover of 12 Oz Mouse

[bezho-art]

arse

[concreteburialplot]

VIRALITY // 01

01 - Business Offer

summary/masterlist: here

word count: 1.6k

pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc / nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc

crossposted on: ao3 & wattpad

a/n: don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

VALLIE

I sat in a random white conference room for a meeting I'd been invited to with a potential client. The email I received came from the record label itself and specifically stated it would be a "strictly need-to-know basis" – so need to know that I didn't even know whom I was meeting.

Since my recent success with a chart-topping heartthrob, these meetings had gotten quite frequent. Though, not one had enticed me enough to take them on.

While I tapped my fingers on the glossy white table-top there was a bustle of male voices booming from down the hall, approaching the door. Instant disappointment fluttered in my chest - I wanted to take on a female client. I hadn't gotten the chance to really look over the label's roster to see whom they could possibly try to pair me with, but I sure was regretting it now.

Suddenly, the door opened, pouring in a flood of suit-and-tie businessmen followed by what I could only presume to be the talent; four tall, skinny men. Three with long past-shoulder length hair and one with slicked back short hair, all four adorned with ample tattoos. The last one to walk in had medium brown hair and tattoos trailing all the way up to his jawline. His fingers were wrapped in thick metal rings and his wrists with beaded bracelets. All four were in far from business attire; each with some variation of band tees, some with sleeves, some without and black jeans across the board. For a second I wondered if maybe they'd gotten me mixed up with somebody else.

I knew immediately what my answer would be before anyone said a word.

"Good evening Valerie." The most intimidating executive said as the rest took their seats around the rectangular table. Men like him used to intimidate me but it's amazing how success changes the way men treat you. Money is a powerful thing to hold in front of someone who wants it. The salt-and-pepper-haired man held out his hand, "I'm Richard Callahan, we spoke on the phone?"

"You can call me Vallie, or Val." I gave a tight-lipped smile and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Richard gave me that ever identical overly enthusiastic smile that every businessman has before any big presentation. "This is my associate, Anthony." Pointing to another cookie-cutter executive, then gesturing towards the other four. "And this is the band, Bad Omens." Finally introducing the mystery men that had plopped into the office chairs at the head of the table opposite from me. "This is Jolly and Nicholas, the guitarists." Pointing to the other two long haired men. "Nick, drums." Motioning towards the slicked-back hair one. "And of course, this is Noah, the front man." The brunette man, whom I had already assumed to be the lead singer, propped his leather booted feet on the table. All of the men gave me a small nice-to-meet-you wave, except Noah.

Richard gave a nervous laugh, "Oh don't mind Noah." He waved away his actions, "He's just dramatic."

"Nice to meet you." I said professionally even though I was disgusted with his tactless act. Before the business brigade could speak again, "What kind of music do you make?" Speaking directly to the evidently pompous musician who hadn't even looked at me.

Chocolate brown eyes lined with thick lashes snapped up at me for the first time, "Metal." He said shortly. His voice was deeper than I anticipated it being.

"Uh - Rock." Richard clarified with a slightly anxious smile, "They're a rock band." Evidently trying to water down the genre for your regular wheelhouse.

"I'm sorry Richard, but I just don't represent 'rock' stars." I said curtly, closing the portfolio I'd brought.

He let out a sigh, lightly gripping the back of the tucked-in leather chair he stood behind, "Yes, we're aware. However, this could be a unique opportunity for you."

I raised my brows and picked up one of the various branded pens on the table, "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" Dragging my fingertips along the smooth generic plastic pen; the action could seem intimidating, but really it was just me fidgeting.

"Well, you see, Bad Omen's previous manager... quit." Your brows knitted at his careful wording. "Just after he left, the band started to go viral on Tiktok."

There it was, the magic word. The magic – money – word. It was like I was in a completely different meeting with different lenses on my eyes. Now that I was seeing things more clearly, I noticed a quite odd energy in the room, a sort of... tension? confliction?

I cleared my throat and intertwined my fingers on the table, "Now that's all fine and good, but anyone can go viral."

"Here's the thing," Anthony spoke up, spreading his olive-toned fingers out on the tabletop. "They went viral just days before they announced a new tour." My brow peaked in interest indicating for him to continue. "The tour sold out within minutes."

I tapped the plastic pen into my palm processing the words when Richard interjected again, "We had to book new bigger venues. We've upgraded nearly every venue."

"Uh huh..." I hummed watching the pen roll between my fingers taking in the details. "And why me?" Looking back up at Richard. "I know there are various publicists and marketing managers out there for alternative artists."

"Great question!" And the businessman's smile returned, "We want to-"

"They wanna sell us out." A raspy voice snapped from the long-haired singer.

Richard gave a nervous chuckle waving away his words, replacing them with business jargon, "We want to position the band to be the new 'mainstream rock band'."

"Uh...Huh..." My gaze landed on each pair of eyes looking at me, attempting to piece together the bizarre puzzle in front of me.

"We don't want to sell out." Spoke up the darker-haired guitarist, Nicholas. "We wanna be successful, of course, but we're okay with staying small if it means we don't sell out. If we can stay genuine."

While it presented a good challenge, it had been a while since a true rock band was on the radio stations. Trying to make rock mainstream was almost always fruitless, it just never happens the way it's intended. Especially metal, if this really was a metal band, it would be nearly impossible to do.

"I'm not trying to make it big." The lead dropped his booted feet off the table and to the ground with a heavy thud, "I'm just trying to make music that means something to people. I just wanna make music and perform, that's all."

"But you signed a contract no?" I spoke up from across the table, resulting in every face turning to me. The managers' expressions were surprised and excited but the musicians' not so much. "Contract" seemed to always be a dirty word in these sorts of meetings.

"Yes, exactly!" Richard praised me with enthusiastic hands, "They signed a multi-year contract with us." The energy between the managers and the band was intriguing, it was almost like they were scared of the band. Maybe their power or their fans? Or maybe their volatile reactions. But it was odd, nothing I'd ever seen before. These big-wig executive types typically aren't scared of anything, let alone 4 twenty-something-year-old boys. Perhaps they were just trying to break even on a bad investment. Whatever it was, it was something I wasn't seeing yet.

"That bastard signed the contract for us." Snapped Noah, dropping a concrete fist on the table reverberating the thump across the small conference room. I backed up at the loud slam as fear briefly trickled down my spine.

"I told you, it doesn't matter. He still made us put our signatures on the paper." Jolly tried to ration, his voice had a bit of an accent I couldn't quite place. Though, it was clear that he was the more even-tempered and logical one – maybe slightly older?

"Shut up Jolly." The talent retorted, waving away his reasoning, "We don't need another goddamn manager. We've done just fine handling ourselves."

"You know I'm not a full manager, right? I'm a marketing manager and I can handle some publicity, but I'm not a sheep herder." I peeked a brow at the men, my eyes following them each down the line.

"Yes, we will take over any management duties you can't fulfil. We just need you to bring people to them and keep the fans happy."

The sight before me was quite telling of what trying to manage and publicize this band would look like, that combined with the low probability of achieving their lofty goals didn't seem at all enticing, nonetheless lucrative. I got lucky with my current client who was an absolute joy to be around and direct but this – this just seemed like a giant headache.

"Listen, Richard," Making it a point to address him directly, "I just don't think I am the right fit for this...project."

"Just one concert." Anthony spoke up from the background, "They have a show tonight, just come hang out backstage. Watch the performance, watch the crowd, watch the merch sales. Then give us an answer."

My temple pulsed under my fingertips as they rolled in circles contemplating the overly forced pitch. Whether it was the eyes boring into me, the circumstances of their virality, the challenge, or all of the above, I didn't know – but I agreed. "Fine. One show. That's it."

-> Next Chp: 02 - Small Venues

thank you if you got this far! i didn’t see many bad omens fics, so i wanted to contribute.

i write for other fandoms so i just used the same format as i do for them 😊

[mogai-headcanons]

(12 oz. Mouse)

Mouse Fitzgerald, who also goes by the names Fitz and Butch, is a depressed unlabeled canon alcoholic with PTSD and ASPD who uses by he/him pronouns.

(currently having time constraints, will continue the rest another day; please keep on queue, I’ll get back to finishing this /nm)

He works for Shark, a gay man who uses he/him pronouns! Shark has a crush on Mouse Fitzgerald.  Shark works alongside Rectangular Businessman, a gastraic MLM transneumasc demitransfeminine gender apathetic trans woman demiboy who goes by she/her pronouns, but doesn't mind he/him being used to refer to her.  Rhoda is an AMAB nonbinary bigender being who canonically goes by both he/him and she/her pronouns, and also goes by they/them pronouns!  Liquor is a neurodivergent man!  Roostre is a neurodivergent canonically disabled straight ally with PTSD who goes by he/him, and uses a prosthetic hook! He has special interests in corndogs, farming, and music.  Golden Joe is a polyamorous closeted pansexual who goes by he/him pronouns, and has a preference for women! He's good friends with Peanut Cop, a straight ally who also goes by he/him!  Man-Woman is a neurodivergent AFAB bigenderfluid genderfluid pronounfluid polysexual person with speech problems who goes by she/her when feminine-presenting and he/him when masculine-presenting, and doesn't mind they/them pronouns regardless of presentation!  Lee is a canon trans woman who goes by she/her pronouns!  Industry Man is a neurodivergent bisexual agender man who goes by he/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns!  Eye is an autistic eyegender eye with speech problems, and goes by he/him and both first person and third person nameself pronouns! He has special interests in tap dance.  New Guy is a canonically nonverbal kidcoric nonbinary being who goes by they/them pronouns!  Francis is an ally who goes by he/him pronouns!

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