#WELCOME TO THE MADHOUSE BOYS

[mikaelsrose]

[ part one ]

welcome to the madhouse! aka picking apart every interaction with mikael because I am obsessed with him 🥰 in this essay I aim to prove Mikael fell first, fell hard, and him and MC are soulmates 🙊

now that felonia pointed out that the boys aren't really nice to anyone (not even themselves) but MC, I think it's safe to say that since the very beginning Mikael either knows she's somehow special or just really likes her. Always stoic and composed but within 15 minutes of knowing MC, he's already laughing with her? sir 👀

scene number 2 and I ?????¿ I am s o f t but not as soft as Mikael

Not only does he not mind her sleeping in his office while he's working, he covers MC with a blanket, ! Checks ! If ! She ! Has ! A ! Fever !!!!! And then brushes her hair off her face A F F E C T I O N A T E L Y !!!!! this word is very important because, as I said, he's not really kind to anyone else if he doesn't have to

tagging: @a-cloud-for-dreams

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Episode 777: Originally Aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 01.12.25

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 01.12.25.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

Tones And I – Welcome to the Madhouse

Melt Banana – We Will Rock You

Soul Coughing – Mr Bitterness

House of Pain – Jump Around

Beastie Boys – Looking Down The Barrel Of A Gun

CL – My Way

Cibbo Matto – SciFi Wasabi

The Magnetic Fields – (Crazy For You But) Not That Crazy

Thomas Dolby – She Blinded Me With Science

Social Distortion – Mommy’s Little Monster

Gang Of Four – Not Great Men

The Birthday Party – Release the Bats

Alien Sex Fiend – I Walk The Line

Diamanda Galás – Gloomy Sunday

Jolie Holland – Crazy Dreams

Crystal Bright & The Silver Hands – Without A Hat

Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs – Devil Do

Man Man – 10 lb. Moustache

Joanna Newsom – Inflammatory Writ

Bitter Pill – Too Many Vampires

The Devil Makes Three – Dynamite

Gordon Lightfoot – Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Headless Heroes – Just Like Honey

Pete Molinari – One Stolen Moment

Jim Moray – All You Pretty Girls

Fabienne Delsol – I’m Gonna Catch Me a Rat

Madness – On The Town

Check out this episode!

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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Summary: Tommy and Lucy enter the madhouse that is the Russian's residence.

Word Count: 3,732

Warnings: Sexual assault.

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Chapter 20: Diamonds

Lucy fought the urge not to pick at her nail polish or fiddle with her rings as the car pulled up in front of the Russian’s house. Sliding out of her spot in the backseat after Arthur, she let her gaze drift over the mansion and the grounds, eyeing each guard standing at attention along the walkway up to the front doors while Tommy spoke to his brothers. Each of the Cossacks stared back at them, as they strode past, eyes grizzled and jaws set. 

Tatiana met them a little less than halfway up the path, an intricately woven shawl draped over her bright red dress. A diamond necklace encircled her throat, gleaming earrings swinging from her ears. She greeted Tommy with a lowered voice, smug smile pulling at the corners of her lips before she welcomed them inside. 

They followed her into a small office where Izabella was waiting for them, standing regally by the door with her gloved hands folded in front of her. Lucy kept close to Tommy’s side, not quite touching him but near enough that she could just start to feel the heat radiating from his body. Twice she caught herself fiddling with her rings without even realizing it while Tommy explained to John and Arthur how in Russia, men who were enemies of the royals would sometimes cover their bodies in tattoos. And in order to ensure that neither Arthur or John were assassins or infiltrators, they would like to check their skin.

The horrified look that crossed Arthur’s face made Lucy frown. All four of them knew exactly what they were walking into when they agreed to come to this madhouse. Had he thought Tommy was just joking when he briefed them earlier?

��Now, my and Lucy’s bodies already been checked. Although, at the time, I wasn’t sure that was the reason,” Tommy went on. Lucy snorted. “And now it’s your turn.”

Arthur looked like he was about to be sick, but John was grinning.

Lucy had always strongly suspected that John and Esme had an arrangement not quite unlike the one she had with Tommy. At the very least, she knew John had no qualms with fucking women who weren’t his wife. 

Arthur was another story. There was no way in hell, with her prayers and crosses and piousness, that Linda would ever be alright with something like this. Not even if it didn’t mean anything. And, little as Lucy understood it, Arthur was entirely devoted to Linda. 

But it needed to be done. There was no way around it. And if he couldn’t handle being gawked at a little, how the hell was he going to handle what was to come after? 

Lucy still felt bad for him, though. 

“Come on boys. Take your clothes off,” Tommy snapped his fingers, turning away and taking Lucy’s hand in his, leading her towards the back of the room, past Izabella as she approached the two brothers. Behind them, Lucy could hear Arthur protesting. 

“Get out of my way, both of you,” he tried to rush to the door, still blocked by Tatiana, and Tommy caught him by the front of the shirt.

“Arthur, come here,” he leaned in close, speaking softly in Romani.

“Let the ladies have their fun, eh?” while his voice was soothing, Lucy could hear the barely disguised order underneath. Arthur’s jaw clenched, but they all already knew that he was going to do what he was told. 

His shoulders slumped in defeat, and for a moment Lucy again felt a churning in her stomach at what they were asking him to do. As if his discomfort was contagious.  

Should have just left him at home with his bloody wife, she thought bitterly to herself.  

Tommy’s hand squeezed around hers, giving her a little tug and pulling her with him towards the window. He perched against the windowsill, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her to sit in his lap. Lucy coiled an arm around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck, seeking out both comfort from his warmth and to give Arthur and John at least some semblance of privacy. Their belts clinked and clothes rustled while they disrobed. John was laughing, goading Arthur while he tossed his shirt to the floor. Tommy smirked in mild amusement while lifting a cigarette to his lips. His mirth made her feel a little better. After all, it was harmless. Tatiana and Izabella were just going to look them over and send them on their way.

No real harm done. 

Tommy’s hand rubbed up and down along her thigh, and she relaxed against him, both arms going around his shoulders, her nose squishing deeper into his neck when she angled her face to give him a little kiss there. 

There was the sound of ripping fabric, and Lucy yelped when something small and round bounced off of her cheek. Her head snapped up from its hiding place against Tommy to search out the culprit who had just thrown a button at her.

John had already stripped down to just his shorts. Arthur was shrugging off his shirt, which, when Lucy squinted at it, appeared to be the cause of her suddenly being pelted, as it had been ripped open rather than meticulously removed, all its buttons scattered across the floor.

Tommy’s finger curled under her chin, turning her face back to look at him. His smirking lips pecked the spot where the button had struck her, before guiding her face to rest back in the crook of his neck. Snuggling into him, she fixed her gaze pointedly on Tommy’s chest while John and Arthur rid themselves of the remainder of their clothes, Izabella and Tatiana stalking around them, examining their bare skin like a pair of hungry wolves.   

Tommy gave them a moment, just enough to analyze the lack of traitorous tattoos on John or Arthur’s skin, and then he gave Lucy’s thigh a little tap. She slid from his lap with ease, though she kept her arms still looped loosely around his neck as he stood, her head turned away from his brothers and towards the window.

“All right, I think we’ve seen enough, eh?”

But Izabella raised a hand, voice soft as she turned to her niece. “Tatiana?”

Tommy sat back down on the windowsill, guiding Lucy to settle into his lap once more. There was a rustling of skirts, and then John started laughing. Lucy felt Tommy tense beneath her, and out of curiosity she chanced a glance through her eyelashes at where the brothers were standing. 

Tatiana had knelt down in front of Arthur, hand reaching between his legs. Arthur’s eyes looked to be about ready to pop out of his skull, mouth agape.

“Sometimes assassins hide their allegiances behind their balls,” Tatiana said, as casually as if she were discussing the weather. Lucy felt her stomach clench and churn. Tommy’s hand, where it was still resting atop her thigh, squeezed. John had stopped laughing. “But you passed the test, soldier,” Tatiana looked up at Arthur. “With flying colors,” she stood, but maintained her grip on Arthur’s cock. His eyes squeezed shut, and he looked as if he were in physical pain as Tatiana started to move her hand back and forth. Lucy had to look away, unable to take anymore of the expression on Arthur’s face. Aware that if she jumped up and tried to push Tatiana away from him, the duchess could have them all killed. 

Her fingers clenched into Tommy’s shoulder, gritting her teeth as she fought back memories of how it had felt to be touched without consent. Shoved to rain-slicked cobblestones while hands groped at her breasts and between her legs…

She slammed her eyes shut, face pressed back into Tommy’s neck, grabbing a handful of the fabric of his shirt. 

Make it stop. Please, Tommy, make it stop. 

As if he’d heard her thoughts–maybe he had; she’d never been able to fully rule out the possibility that he was secretly a mind reader–Tommy wedged the cigarette he was holding between his lips and rose to his feet, keeping a hand on her waist to steady her when she was displaced from his lap. Once her feet were steady on the ground he let her go, and brought his hands together in several firm, loud claps.

Then tension that had been steadily building in the room popped like a balloon with every crash of Tommy’s hands. And when he was finished, he plucked his cigarette from his lips, and flashed a charming, amused smile. 

“The real diamonds, eh?” he crooned, but underneath the layer of cheerfulness he had plastered onto his face, Lucy could see tension and anger at what Tatiana had just done roiling underneath. Maybe even a dash of protectiveness. He was only playing nice so as to avoid an altercation. Otherwise, she wondered if Tatiana would have been torn to shreds. 

The duchess in question stepped away from Arthur, the smug smile that danced across her features enough to make Lucy want to slap her. Izabella recovered quickly, inviting them to join in celebrating the successful examination as she whisked away into another room with Tatiana following close behind her. 

The second the Russians had exited from the room, John started to laugh again. Tommy gave Lucy a little squeeze at her hip before stepping around the desk towards his brothers. 

“Well done, boys. Eh? Well done, Arthur,” Tommy tried to smile the whole thing off. Lucy looked away, back towards the window while Arthur and John started to get dressed, running a hand through her hair and flexing her fingers in an attempt to get rid of the jitters that had suddenly begun twitching through her muscles.    

“Now you know what you have to do next,” Tommy was saying. “All right? One last job. Make contact and play nice.”

Lucy swallowed and, still pointedly averting her eyes from the brothers, made her way across the room. Tommy took her hand, leading her through the door Izabella and Tatiana had exited through. 

As soon as they were out of sight or earshot of John and Arthur, Tommy came to a stop, turning to look her over, both hands resting on her shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Her breath rattled in her lungs when she exhaled. There was still a shakiness in her hands; a prickling, unconscious desire to nervously start fumbling with the simple golden rings encircling her fingers, and her stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. But looking into the deep blue of his eyes seemed to help a little. 

“I’m fine, I just…” she worried at her bottom lip. “That just hit closer to home than I expected it would.”

He rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms, as if trying to warm her, and she realized that she was shivering a little. “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he said, and while his voice was soft she could see the way his jaw ticked with anger, clenching in a way that accentuated the sharpness of his features. 

“Do you think Arthur’s okay…?” it felt like a stupid question to even ask. Of course he wasn’t. 

Tommy closed his eyes, confliction tearing across his face before he schooled it back into place. When his eyes opened again, they were stern, but not unkind. 

It was the same face he made when he decided he needed to fire someone, or cut wages. The look of a man who knew he needed to make a hard decision, even if it was going to hurt someone. 

“Arthur’s a big boy. He can take care of himself,” his thumb swiped along her cheekbone. “He’s not your responsibility, eh?”

Lucy nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, forcing herself to let it go. “Yeah,” she said it again with more conviction. “They knew what they were signing up for when coming here,” it was half a question, and half a reminder to herself. They’d all heard the rumors about the orgies and other lascivious activities that went on in the Russian’s household late at night. 

“That’s right,” Tommy nodded, bringing his cigarette to his lips. Flattening her palms on his chest, she leaned her head forward, resting it between his pectorals for a moment. The hand not holding his cigarette rubbed her back. “Here,” he held the cigarette still clutched between his fingers to her lips, the smoke helping to settle what little of her nerves remained. 

“Sorry,” she whispered, lifting her face. Tommy just shook his head, pecking her forehead and taking her hand again.

“Come on, let's not keep them waiting.”

Tatiana was lingering at the end of the hall after their next turn, smug smile still in place while she adjusted the shall around her shoulders, two guards flanking her.

“Ready?” she asked, head inclining. Tommy nodded, and her smirk grew. “This way.”

They followed through a maze of winding halls, ornate paintings of old Russian aristocracy staring at them from their places mounted on the walls. Lucy could’ve sworn that their eyes followed them as they passed.

“We are almost there. This way,” Tatiana guided them through another door, taking an immediate left turn to begin the descent down a dark flight of stone stairs. It was cold, a musty, damp scent permeating into the air. Lucy wrinkled her nose against it, thankful to still have on her overcoat to protect against the chill. As they walked, Tatiana explained some of the history surrounding the treasury, coming to a stop at a locked barred metal door. The guard standing at the other side of the door unlocked it and pulled it open for them, the metal squealing as it moved.

Tatiana stepped in, marching authoritatively passed the guards, more like a general than a duchess. The dog standing at the feet of one of the Cossacks started to bark, the man gripping its leash firmly while they waited for the next door, this one solid metal, to be opened. Lucy had to suppress the feeling of entrapment that suddenly shuddered along her spine; that came not just from being underground, but at having so many locked doors and guards between them and the outside. 

They followed Tatiana into the treasury, where Romanov and Izabella were already waiting, with Alfie standing between them, his hands bound with rope, but otherwise unharmed. 

“Your jeweler,” Tatiana said, voice laced with a barely concealed strain of disdain. 

“I don’t think they trust me, Tommy,” Alfie sounded more exasperated and mildly amused than genuinely upset, nodding at the ropes encircling his hands. 

“Mr. Solomons is the only jeweler I trust in London,” Tommy said. Alfie continued to grumble while Romanov unenthusiastically drew a knife and sliced the ropes binding him, letting them fall to the ground with a thud. While Tatiana restated their agreement as to how Alfie was to select items from the treasury which would be stowed away until Tommy completed his side of the arrangement, Lucy allowed herself to wander more deeply into the treasury, taking in the dimly lit, cavernous-like room. An assortment of boxes were set upon the tables that lined the walls of the treasury. They were open, revealing glittering jewels sitting atop plush red velvet lined interiors. The way that they gleamed in the dim light only added to the feeling that they had wandered into a cave. A cave that hosted an assortment of rare, precious jewels.

She paid no mind to Alfie’s ramblings behind her, though she did sneak a glance to the Russian’s faces upon the revelation that he spoke their language. To her delight, they looked shocked; dismayed to have their primary advantage stolen away. 

If only they knew that advantage had never existed in the first place.

It didn’t take long for the darkness, and the damp scent of soft earth, to start to get to her, and almost without thinking she found herself drifting back to Tommy’s side. He had remained standing near the table, watching as Alfie flitted from table to table, magnifier pressed to his eye while he plucked up jewelry and gemstones from their cases on the tables, examining them and tossing the ones he deemed acceptable to the center of the table. There was a little haggling, between him and Izabella, and Romanov seemed incapable of not hovering at Alfie’s shoulder and arguing with every other statement he made, leaving Tommy to have to mediate between the two.

Not good. It wouldn’t take long for Alfie to lose his patience when it came to that bullshit. Especially not with the added bad history between his family and the Russian aristocracy. 

Lucy picked at her fingernails, tracing carefully underneath them with the tip of her nail, to remind herself that there was no dirt still lodged beneath them. She took a deep breath. Not much longer. And then they would be back up above ground again.  

“Luces!” Alfie’s sudden booming voice nearly made her jump. “C’mere, little demon, come, come, come,” he reached out a hand, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards a couple open cases of glittering red garnets, topazes of nearly every color imaginable, and a few red stones she didn’t recognize. “Tommy says you’re to pick a few things out.”

She blinked, casting a glance over her shoulder to find that Tommy had pulled his eyes away from the rather intense staring contest he’d been having with Tatiana and Izabella, watching her with an expression anyone else might have mistaken for being unreadable.

She recognized the hint of tenderness though, just beyond the armor of cold expressionlessness covering his eyes. 

Turning back to the table with a smile pulling at the edges of her lips, she considered the jewels. 

“Hm…these,” she pointed to a pair of garnet earrings, the small, deep red stones looking almost like droplets of blood as they swung side to side from their chains as Alfie lifted them carefully. “And that,” she gestured to an intricate gold ring, a big, oval shaped garnet winking at her from between two tiny pearls inlaid above and below it. She picked out a few other pieces, Alfie gathering them up and meticulously examining each one for flaws before tossing them to the center of the table with the other riches. Garnets were cheap– at least by comparison to what else lay in the treasury–so she was able to select a good several pieces without worry.  

“What’s that?” she asked Alfie, voice lowered to a whisper, a little embarrassed that she couldn’t identify the other red gems settled on the far end of the table. Alfie scooped up a necklace, a red stone the shape and size of a grape dangling from the chain. 

“Red beryl,” he said, holding it close to his magnifier.

“No, no, no,” Romanov immediately began to protest. “That is one of the rarest gemstones on earth–”

“Only found in the south western parts of America, if I’m to be correct,” Alfie said. Lucy bit her lip. The pendant was beautiful, but likely way outside of their price range.  

“It is a thousand times rarer than gold,” Romanov supplemented, looking about a second away from ripping the necklace out of Alfie’s hands. 

“Any yet,” Alfie shot him a grizzled look, “from what I hear about the current market, it only is valued slightly higher above your average emerald.”

Romanov sputtered. Alfie raised his eyebrows, holding out the necklace for Lucy to take. He held up the lantern so that she could get a better look at the solid red hue of the stone. It was cold against her fingers.

“You like it?” she glanced over her shoulder, where Tommy had crept up behind her, peering over her shoulder. She smiled, nodding.

“Yeah.”

He took it gingerly from her fingers. “We’re taking it,” he said, no room for argument in his voice as he set the necklace onto the table to join the other pieces of jewelry she’d selected. 

“You cannot–” Romanov tried to interject, but a raised hand from Izabella silenced him, though his face had turned so red it almost matched the stones Lucy had just been selecting from. 

“Yes, yes, very good,” Alfie spoke right over him. “Can make a good early anniversary present, eh, Tommy?” he gave Tommy a pat on the shoulder as he swept past him. Tommy’s fingers tangled with hers, tugging her back to where he’d been originally standing by the table. She gave his hand a tight squeeze until he looked at her. 

Thank you, she told him silently. He blinked.

I love you, his eyes said back. She smiled, and linked her arm with his, tucking into his side. 

Alfie, still wielding the lantern in his hand, sat down in the chair next to Izabella, leaning in close. 

“Do you have any eggs?” he asked. Lucy tightened her arm around Tommy’s. This was the gamble, and quite possibly a request that could get them at best thrown out, and at worst shot, if the Russians objected. 

Perhaps they played their hand too soon by insisting on the red beryl.  

For a moment, she thought Romanov would have a coronary, but Izabella simply made a calm gesture to Tatiana, and the duchess rose from her chair, going to a closed box tucked away in a particularly dark corner of the room. When she returned, she had a pale pink, intricately decorated Faberge egg clutched between her hands. She set it daintily in the middle of the table, sitting back down while Alfie examined the egg with near reverence.

Once satisfied, Alfie set the egg down, declaring their selection to be complete. Tommy and Romanov–who only hesitated but a moment before realizing that he had no backup in his protests–shook hands, sealing the arrangement. 

“And now, Mr. Shelby, you and Miss. Winters will join your brothers and Mr. Solomons will take his leave,” Izabella declared. Tommy nodded. Lucy shot a look over to Alfie, to find him sharing at the Faberge egg, wetting his lips. She frowned.

But then Tommy gave her a light tug on her arm, pulling her with him towards the entrance to the treasury, and her attention was ripped away from the odd look on Alfie’s face.

She did not think of it again.  

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anti-teenage boy playlist

percabeth playlist (but make it taylor swift [duh])

[hezuart]

A handful of songs for Mono and Seven, but let's let Six have some glory and discuss a song for her:

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day.

This song might fit multiple LN characters, but I think it fits Six the most.

You said that Six is a lone wolf, so the song's constant theme of being alone suits her. The 'what's f*cked up' bit could reference her being repulsed of screwed up things like her finding out that kids are being cooked and served as food in the Maw (cannibalism), and she has to choose picking between the sausage she knows is made of human flesh or a Nome (just a critter as far as she knows and that she may have hugged up to 12 of before).

And the line from the song that's made for her is 'My shadow's the only one that walks beside me', because of Shadow Six.

Ah, a Six playlist!

Yes, Boulevard of Broken Dreams... the lyrics fit well. Great choice! ~~~

Ruins (Ella Isaacson) - Voices in the head, trapped in a madhouse, burning betrayal, the ending is an escape... walking away from the ruins.

Blood // Water (grandson) - Sacrifices, corrupt systems, the price of greed, poisoned.

Without Me (Halsey) - Supporting someone you feel left you behind. In a way, that person moving on to bigger more powerful things because of what you did for them... even if the context for this is wrong.

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (XYLO) - Circling tides like time, drowning, needing saving; the choice between the chaos of the land or the chaos of the sea and being stuck amidst both of them.

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) - Also befitting of Mono and Seven... Fleeing from a world not meant for you. People trying to catch you. One day you'll grow up, but for now you are young and must flee when you are powerless.

Living in the Shadows (Matthew Perryman Jones) - Confused on who the enemy is. Shadows. Feeling like something was taken from you. Seeing a truth others can't. No longer hiding from one's dark side.

Falling Inside the Black (Skillet) - Dreaming of the way things used to be. Having a connection with someone. That someone leaving you in some way. Begging to not be alone. Falling into darkness.

Youth (Daughter) - Those who still breathe are lucky, because you breathe through corruption. Shadows settle in after someone left. Chasing the future. One day revealing the truth that could threaten your life. Apathy. Old memories recollected. Destruction caused by someone important, a shocking revelation. A silhouette, a shadow of yourself than you were before. Bitter feelings. Perhaps still missing the one who your feelings have soured for.

Vandalize (ONE OK ROCK) - Safety, rebuilding... caught off guard, broken heart, betrayal, marked by those you once knew.

Goodbye (Ramsey) - Memories of bloodshed; smoke up ahead. No longer recognizing one's home... wondering where your childhood friend disappeared to. Deciding its time to say goodbye to it all.

Fault Line (The Rigs) - Standing up to a world as a hero, only to flee and hide when the world bites back. Crushed dreams, caught in the wreckage, unable to tell friend from foe. Caught in the crossfire of the war inside one's soul. Searching for that someone... no matter what side they are on.

Living Hell (Bella Poarch) - Don't let people close. Threaten to make one's life a living Hell. Won't change. Always been cruel.

Two Birds (Regina Spektor) - Two friends. One rambunctious and free. The other promises they too will be like this... but lies.

Carousel (Melanie Martinez) - Round and round like a time loop. No turning back. Running through playland hand in hand. Freakshows together. Disappearing act.

Tag, You're it (Melanie Martinez) - Playing tag. Rough housing. Getting kidnapped.

Milk and Cookies (Melanie Martinez) - Lunacy, craziness. Singing a lullaby where you die at the end. Cookies baked sweet and poisoned for you. Never want to see you again. Ashes burning down.

Playground (Bea Miller) - Playground of nightmares and fantasies. Welcome to the lost and found. Prices to pay, sinking into the wasteland.

Mountains (Message to Bears) - (Also works for Mono and Seven) Running away into the night, always could have. Maybe never could have.

Gasoline (Halsey) - Been insane, been in pain. Wasting a pretty face. This isn't a dream. Part of the machine. Not human. Living on a screen. A face made up. Lighting matches. Pointing fingers. Voices in your head. Heart of gold, but hands are cold.

Season of the Witch (Donovan) - Things to see. Strange faces, strange places. Witches and stitches. Surreal and paranormal.

DARKSIDE (Neoni) - No heroes or villains. Shadows in your head. Phantoms. Monsters and demons. Darksides. Embracing madness. Living in nightmares.

Dolls (Bella Poarch) - Cute, polite doll. Deranged and backstabbing beneath. Knife under the sheets. Bitter and Sweet. Provoked and then attacked. Walking all over those who went after you.

INFERNO (Sub Urban, Bella Poarch) - Sweet but villainous. Run away. Be afraid as she loses her head.

Evil Spider (BENEE) - Tangled together. Never letting go. Won't bite unless you hurt me or struggle. Fangs out. Run and hide.

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I'm literally a month-old baby army 😭😭 I randomly came across D-day and I'm now stuck with these 7 munchkins 💜 I love the fandom - I live for the snark, sass, shade and memes hehehe. I wish I'd gotten into the fandom sooner tho - y'all are lovely af and the boys are gems. You are super cute too ♡

Btw I'm sorry for the random yoongi ask out of the blue hahah - I hope you weren't startled.

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If/when that feeling changes, I'd love if you can come back here and tell me all about it. :)

[scratchandplaster]

Stack The Deck - Here and back again

CW: Elliot's mother having a tough time, guilt, stalking

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The bags had piled up outside the building now, a cluttered mess between a yard sale and bulk trash, and Evelyn still wasn't done yet. Done with the packing, the cleaning, the endless calls to that son-of-a-bitch landlord, but not this. Box by box she lifted out of the small apartment and with the rabbit long gone, it was soon left empty.

What now looked more like a wasteland made from drywall used to be Elliot's whole pride, the first station of his new life.

Even though the neighborhood was more than shady and the rooms overpriced, they had been ecstatic when he finally could afford to live on his own, not only because it was about time he freed himself from their two-room fleabox, but to also give him back some confidence. It had worked, sure, at least until now.

She was quick to organize the change in housing, it wasn't even New Year's Eve yet and everything had gone smoothly so far, before the double rent continued to eat up the money they didn't have.

Evelyn was told to watch out, so illuminated by neon lights she struggled to carry all the weight at once, her back twisting and bending into grotesque angles to safely maneuver down the staircase. Spine against the rail, feet searching carefully for the next step, she was at least useful for something.

Elliot's mood had taken a dip in the last few days. Every hour, the nurses checked up on them and every hour he seemed to give up all the strength left in him. 

Not that it was hopeless, no, she knew she could help. She, of all people, understood what was stashed deep down inside of him. She was there to help if her boy would just finally talk.

When he did, he begged her not to go alone, to at least ask her brothers to aid her. So much fear didn't fit her son. Nevertheless, it was practically pouring out of him, every waking second he-

She caught herself, again. Feet placed firmly onto the dirty concrete, she had nearly slipped down the few stairs that kept her from leaving.

This won't be forever, we didn't lose him.

Maybe his father had more luck. The days he was out on the road now grew into weeks...

Keep it together, just a bit more. We have no space for self-pity.

Mountains of clothing, all neatly folded and stacked into the cardboard, joined each other. Evelyn had saved the trip to her car for last, uncertain how risky multiple rounds would be for her. Maybe her son's warnings weren't in vain, even in broad daylight, nobody knew for sure.

The world had become a madhouse, but that didn't mean she belonged in one.

What couldn't be sold and given away was free to take; and why not: any shirt with tight sleeves was out of question now. Zippers, gloves - even his favorite sweater with the buttons at the front - they had to go.

She hoped to keep it stashed away somewhere, all his stuff, so she could return it to him again. No space for that either.

Piling the boxes on top of each other, Evelyn stepped out onto the cluttered sidewalk, the rough edges of the carton already digging into her fingers. She only had to make it down the street to her car, followed by a half-hour drive home.

Maybe there was time to decorate before they could bring Elliot home; his room had to be a gentle welcome after weeks between drips and resident physicians.

Whatever came next, she had to make it easy for him.

"Oh, ma'am, let me help you with that!" a bright voice suddenly called to her from behind.

That's how people get robbed, probably.

"I'll manage," she responded dryly, not slowing down for even a second, "don't worry!"

Just a few more steps kept her separated from her destination; the stomps echoed up to the back of her neck, but she was nearly done with all of-

Accompanied by a smack, the upper box slipped down onto the wet cement and what had been so carefully wrapped up now soaked in the dirty excrement of the city.

Not even this she could do right.

As Evelyn came to a stop, she fought to keep the tears back, tried to think of the happy moments, not what waited for her after she locked the remains of her son away. Through the veil of blurred tears, she made out the person who had caught up by now, already bent over the pavement and started to place the worn-out books and few shirts back together.

"Thank you," she mumbled weakly, not sure how much she trusted her voice.

The head full of wild curls looked back up at her, a friendly smile on the lips: "No problem, ma'am. I can carry this for you, my pleasure!"

He was tall, not as tall as her, but that rarely happens anyway. It'll be fine, she supposed, and felt the urge to hit herself for being so rude, mistrusting or whatever gnawed its way through her chest.

Evelyn returned the smile and signaled the stranger to walk the last few meters with her.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, it's quite slippery out, so I guessed you could use a helping hand. We look out for each other here."

"Ah," she continued to chit-chat, too tired to stop herself, "you live around this place too?"

He walked right next to her, as if he already knew where to go... Come on, don't be like that. Besides, enough people had arrived at the street meanwhile, so what was there to worry about?

He looked pensive for a short second, then explained how he stayed just a few blocks further down. It made sense to Evelyn, he did look like he belonged. Between bald treetops and dirty snow, she questioned how she had become so bitter.

"Well, you don't seem to stay for long anymore," the man ripped her back to reality, as they stopped in front of her car, "I hope the move is not too far, the fuel prices are going crazy lately."

The quick glance he took at her license plate betrayed him, though.

So you do want to rob me, boy, just not right now.

He was free to do so, honestly, nothing more to get here besides scrap metal.

"Very far, actually, upcountry. I'll miss the sea."

"Oh." The stranger looked like she just slapped him across the face: "Well...good luck, then."

He let his eyes wander back to the building, as if he just detected the pile of leftover plastic bags laying next to some kind of alley. All carefully placed down in the last hour.

"Thank you, truly. Maybe you find something useful in there," Evelyn shrugged the exhaustion away, "The smoothie maker behind the ironing board, if you like. I don't know if it's still working, couldn't get it going."

With him distracted for a moment, she took the chance to bring the car door between them and the boxes onto the backseat. Enough small talk for today.

"Thank you, ma'am. Have a safe drive...", the stranger whispered vacantly, before taking another intense glance at the back of her car. A weird man, yet helpful. Whatever.

She was done, at least for today.

As she pulled out of the tight parking space and onto the street, the tension eased from her jaw and hunched shoulders. Evelyn knew her family had to weather through what would follow, one step at a time, they could make it work - together.

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Plenty of clothes, nothing flashy or with print. All the wool sweaters felt very quaint, but he could help him with that too. Put something nice on that body.

One or two high-school textbooks were stuck between them, geography and history of all things. Flipping through the trash bags on the side of the road, he hoped for a more...personal discovery.

A diary? Maybe old photos, if he was lucky.

Upcountry, huh? The pressure under his heart made him swallow thickly. Please give me more time.

His thumb slipped over a stack of old piano booklets, bound by a frail rubber band. To use again soon, he hoped.

Rearranging the bulk trash and fitting everything that appeared worth it into his own bag, he knew how this looked in the long run. Nobody had to know that they had met today, it would only upset Elliot even more.

He really is that delicate, he thought with a smile, not intending to stop his scavenging until he had the most valuable treasures gathered in one place. Anything to keep him close.

Morris would give them back, eventually, maybe, when he finally got his hands on what he was looking for.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

Taglist: @whatwasmyprevioususername, @canislycaon24

[fagmegumi]

ok this got a few likes so i guess there’s interest so here it is. This definitely reflects my interest and bias so do ur own research! get lost in anilist’s really thorough filters! Get weird with it!

in no particular order:

- Lensman (1984) is the second ever anime to use CGI in a bit at the end where the protagonist gets lost in some kind of demonic cyberspace. The entire movie is on youtube and the bit im talking about (which is all ive watched lol) starts at 1:25:45

- Pop Team Epic (2018) if you havent seen it already uses a variety of mediums including different types of stop motion (with paper, fabric dolls, clay etc) to animate its shitpost sketches and its truly a delight

- Heike Monogatari (2021) looks like a traditional Japanese painting come to life. No surprises that its amazing since it comes from science saru, the studio savant director yuasa masaki (who will appear again on this list) established to experiment with bleeding edge technology.

- FLCL (2001) Look, you knew this was coming, i knew this was coming, we all knew this was coming. But come ON. this shit was made with 2d digital animation in the YEAR TWO THOUSAND and it STILL looks better than most stuff from today. do you even remember what computers were like in the year two thousand??? this is an anime KNOWN for being insanely creative with animation, famously letting all its animators do whatever they wanted in their scenes. some of the scenes weren’t even story boarded by the director. They animated MANGA PANELS for chrissake. they did a SOUTH PARK bit. i will not rest until all of my followers have seen this anime idc. just pick any moment from this video and its guaranteed to blow your socks off.

- the tatami galaxy (2011) if you haven’t seen this show WHAT are you doing. im not even gonna say anything ill just drop the trailer here and let it speak for itself.

- Pingpong the animation (2014) i know, i KNOW. an anime about ping-pong? but seriously, just LOOK at it. after tatami galaxy this is our third and final yuasa joint of the night. The man is a genius.

- akira (1988) you know this had to be on the list. im not even gonna drop the trailer because if you follow me theres no way you havent seen at least a gif of this movie. You’re welcome.

- sonny boy (2021) hey so do you guys remember this little anime, it was sort of popular a while ago, kind of niche, it was called “one punch man”? yeah so the guy who directed that basically did such a banger job that studio madhouse handed him a bunch of money and resources to write and produce his own original anime (NOT adapted from anything) and he made one of the great philosphical treatises of our times, no lie

- Keep your hands off eizouken (2020) i was really trying to keep this list free of links to cr*nchyroll yt but there are no other uploads of this scene and I really need you all to see it. Not only is this anime GORGEOUS, its story is really good, the humor is funny and the characters are SO endearing. Very much an “anime for people who dont like anime”, the girls have realistic (and therefore unusual) designs, theres not a bit of fanservice in sight, just a feel good story about three friends making anime for passion and fun.

- angel’s egg (1985) okay so theres not a lot of cel animation in this list and you may be thinking, hey m.a., dont you always say cel animation is your favorite kind (you insufferable hipster)? but theres a reason for that. Because of how time consuming cel ani is, most cel anime that I would consider visually appealing (eva, rgu, kite, etc) do so by using their resources very smartly and creating evocative, striking, atmospheric imagery through a mixture if photography and direction. some of the most memorable images in evangelion are barely if at all animated (the holding cell shinji misato and ritsuko alternatively end up in, the escalators down into the bowels of NERV hq, the infamous elevator scene, and of course the still of shinji in unit 01 holding kaworu). Tldr cel animation is VERY pleasing to the eyes when its actually animated (see akira) and its unique limitations push directors to be especially creative and talented (the opposite of whats true for digital but that’s another rant) but most cel animated stuff is… well its pretty and its nostalgic but its not technically impressive from a pure animation perspective. but there are some exceptions. lo and behold: the entire angel’s egg movie by visionary director oshii mamoru, on youtube dot com.

- mononoke (2007) this is another one where i dont even need to say much. Just LOOK at it. the fact that this exists is a marvel.

- samurai champloo (2004) HA! you thought i was gonna put bebop on this list didnt you? well jokes on you. one day maybe i will write my “champloo is better than bebop, YES really, NO im not just being a hipster” rant but that day is not today. the trademark watanabe swagger and swashbuckling and the inventive and brilliantly animated fight choreography that characterizes his stuff are in their full glory here. this truly feels like looking at a real life fight between swordmasters - youre legit gonna have to watch at .5x or go back a bunch of times to catch everything they do. its glorious. also i want mugen and jin to sandwich me who said that.

ok im kind of tired of typing and i think I managed to cover at least my favorites so heres some honorable mentions: panty and stocking, kill la kill regrettably plus trigger needs at least a little shoutout, devilman crybaby yes its good yes i stand by it you can fight me on this but it wont go well for you, mars red, bocchi the rock but you’ve probably already seen it, mob psycho if you havent seen this yet what are you even doing, sayonara zetsubou sensei but im warning you its very anime, urotsukidoji if you’ve got the stomach for it lol.

Maybe I should make a list of anime with good and interesting animation so more ppl can get taste lol

[lord-tekron]

Another day, another Behind the Scenes regarding The Springlock Paradox

Felt in the mood to do some ramblings, and given how we’ve talked about The Puppets, we went into the History of The Afton Bots, and we went into the logic behind Dave Miller and ya boi Springtrap. I think we should turn our attention from all of that towards the most newest (kinda) character introduced, Henry Fredburn.

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But first, we need to address something, and it is going to be a bit “meta” (I think anyways, basically a buzzword that means nothing nowadays). But this post is gonna serve secondary purpose. See I finally got around towards breaking my silence and attempting to reuse the Freddit Discord, more specifically the fanon channel. 

Naturally, this will be shared there once everything is written and explained, but it will also double as a way to share The Springlock Paradox to those people without spamming the channel and basically making it all about me. Which is the reason why I was so hesitant to use it for so long, when you got 50+ chapters under your belt and so much you wanna ramble about, you can easily hog the spotlight. And it would be wrong to casually punt away the others that wanna share their ideas and AUs. So this is a sorta workaround to make a best of both worlds scenario (in theory anyhow)

So, hello you select few that looked at that link and have clicked it! I welcome you to the madhouse. Here is the chapter selection of all currently available chapters of The Springlock Paradox that have been made over the last five years. https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PQzyf1HbuALjm4ZNVWrGgoHZxu9Qr47f

You can read them if you want, you can not read them, you can read the other behind the scenes posts I shared links to in that first paragraph, you can also not. I will not force you to do so, but do be wary that this stuff is gonna rot your mind from raw confusion if you ain’t ready. With that being said, let’s ACTUALLY now talk about Henry.

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So, let’s first talk about “Why bring Henry back?”, and there are two main reasons. First is because it would be interesting story wise, having him come back after both his ending of FFPS and after all that happened in the first Arc/Saga would dynamics and let me play off characters interacting with this face that is both new and old at the same time.

The second reason, is that it is REALLY fun to bully Henry. Because Scott gave him this grand finale at FFPS, and then five seconds later went and said “Nah that didn’t happen anymore.” (I know there is technicalities all over the place cause of The Mimic but honestly the books make my head hurt). Also because he forced his daughter into being a furry and then tried to sell her for $5, to which I constantly made the joke of him being a “Bad Dad”. I make fun of Henry as much as I make Michael the punchbag in TSP. So it was time we brought him into the mix so the bullying can continue. :V

Now for his design. One thing I wanted was for him to have an inverse color scheme of Dave. Where Dave had a purple suit with a yellow head, Henry would have a yellowish suit with his skull having a purple aura to it.

 Likewise, I had to ensure that the audience was aware that all that was left of Henry’s corpse was his charred skull. So of course we had Springtrap find and display Henry’s skull so he could mock it.

I also had to hide the idea of Henry coming back by making it so he wouldn’t wake up from the ample remnant around. 

Course he would come back, but through alternate means, hence showing the dream/flashback to where he first encountered Ekana

The next quest was to ask “how do we write him?” And the answer was pretty obvious; he is a man that just wants to finally do what he tried to end... Only to be completely bamboozled and confused by everything around him given how little he actually knows about what is going on. I mean, think about it; There are two puppets that ended up reproducing, the person he will think is William is instead his son, the person who killed his daughter is a pile of goo that is now on good terms with said daughter, both magic and alternate dimensions exist, not to mention the fucking mushroom people and SOULDOZER being around. He is basically a person knowing nothing about The Springlock Paradox encountering the ramblings I talk about out of context. He is the outside eyes looking in and has no idea what to make of all of this.

But let it be known that while I am mean to the man, I won’t be cruel. He did reunite with his daughter after all this time. And he also ain’t no pushover either, he has shown in the few chapters that he can throw down. And trust me, he is gonna pull his weight in upcoming chapters... At least he will in my eyes to justify future bullying on him. :V

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And yeah, that is about it for this Behind the Scene talk, granted a chunk of it was to ramble about that freddit discord stuff, but it was something I wanted to talk about nevertheless. Alot of my focus is gonna be on Artfight this month so don’t be surprised if the next Chapter doesn’t get completed anytime soon. Will do pages when I have the time to, but most of it will be on Artfight. See you all next time I decide to spam a wall of text that you have to either read or scroll past.

[amisbro]

HEAVENS' HOMECOMING!

Joshua: Well...another Anniversary is come and gone. Good for STARISH and QN getting their game localized cos that is something western fans like myself will definitely check out when the time comes

*Out of nowhere audible voices can be heard in the distance and Joshua looks confused*

Joshua: Uh...what the hell? What is going on here and where is THAT coming from?

*Joshua runs out of his office and looks over the railing. No luck but he does spot too familiar friends that might be able to help him*

Joshua: Shinya...Reisi can you hear that noise? I'm trying to figure out where its coming from!

Shinya H.: JOSHUA...LONG TIME NO SEE! I happened to hear this a little bit ago but I'm stumped to where its coming from too! Mr. Munakata do you know anything?

Reisi M.: *Thinks* from what I can tell it sounds like its coming from the courtyard...where is that again? Its been a while for all of us and they redid this place recently didn't they?

Joshua: They did! I'll be right down and then we can figure this out!

*Joshua heads to the elevator and gets down to the ground floor where he meets up with Shinya and Reisi as they start discussing what is going on*

Joshua: So they started renovating this place while i was gone?

Shinya: Yep and they wanted to make it look more like a Dorm setting. We were curious as to why but never got an answer.

Reisi: Yukari was surprised too! When he came to the building after work one day we had to help him figure out where your office was cos...WE DIDN'T KNOW!

Joshua: 2017 remodel and it took to June...LOVELY! ANYWAYS we need to figure out where the way to the courtyard is...LET'S GO!

*Joshua leads the charge as they make their way through what has become a bit of a maze to figure out where EXACTLY the entrance to the office courtyard is but as they do Joshua keeps an ear out to hear if the voices are getting louder or dimmer. As he opens doors he can't seem to hear anything and Shinya and Reisi have little luck as well!

When all is seeming lost..a breakthrough happens!*

Joshua: Guys stop for a second!

Shinya/Reisi:...what's going on?

Joshua:...Let's go...3 doors down and then two lefts!

Shinya: How...I forget that you have an acute sense of hearing when you need it and this is one of those times! Reisi...let's get a move on cos Josh is gonna leave us otherwise!

Reisi: On it!

*The trio runs through the maze following Joshua's instructions and lead and as they do the voices get louder and louder UNTIL...*

Joshua: WELL SPEAK OF THE DEVIL!

*There they were...Joshua's "Family" in HEAVENS was standing in the courtyard with smiles on their faces! Something was going on and Joshua didn't know what...he was going to find out soon though!*

Van: CURTIS-CHAN!

Joshua: Hello my energetic friend!

Eiji/Eiichi: Its great to see you again Joshua.

Joshua: Always my brothers....and that goes for ALL of you! Kira, Shion, Yamato, Nagi...you all are very good people that I am 100% happy to see here right now...but that brings up one question

Kira: Why did we come?

Joshua: Correct Mr. Sumeragi. I know that you don't come here usually UNLESS something important happened or needs to be delivered. Which is it?

*At that moment Shion walks up to Joshua and hands him an Envelope. The contents to which he doesn't know what is in it but as he starts reading he has to compose himself as he gets to the end

Here is what it said*

Joshua: Dear Mr. Curtis

Raging O: (In his office writing the letter)

Its been a little while Mr. Curtis hasn't it? A lot has happened in the time that you encountered my boys and it started with you, like many not wanting the "Original Trio" as we both now call them, to be around. I can respect that because Eiichi WAS a bit of a handful and so was Nagi. You didn't want them around and that opinion could be respected.

HOWEVER...things changed didn't they?

You were quick to realize that they aren't bad kids at all and you wanted to see success for them to put them equal to STARISH and you still do. For that you should be commended because its been 2 years since you started swearing loyalty to my boys and you haven't wavered. No matter what anyone said or did you held steadfast in your convictions and we at the Raging Agency thank you for that wholeheartedly.

There was just ONE PROBLEM

We didn't know how to properly repay you at the time...now we do!

Effective immediately...

*Back to Joshua*

Joshua: HEAVENS' story will begun to be told! Your loyalty and all that you went through for 2 years is being rewarded and now HEAVENS...IS OFFICIALLY GOING TO BE A PART OF UTAPRI!

*To say that the emotions overwhelmed Josh would be an understatement! His body felt like a brick but HEAVENS IMMEDIATELY came to his side and they all smiled when they saw the tears on his face.

Why? Because they knew he wasn't crying because he was upset...its because what he went through was FINALLY BEING REWARDED! There WAS one thing that was still on his mind though*

Joshua: What was that song that we heard when we were making our way to the courtyard?

Eiichi: Oh that? Well we were so happy that we wanted to make sure you knew about it so Kira suggested "HEAVENLY PARADE". I don't think we would object to doing it one more time but this time we need that ONE MISSING INGREDIENT!

Joshua: DONE...LET ME GO GET READY!

*Joshua got his strength back in his legs and ran back to his office to get changed and when he came back Reisi and Shinya saw something pretty cool in Joshua wearing the "HEAVENS Blue" and they could tell one thing...he was as happy and content as ever!*

Joshua: Boys...one time for our two friends here!

*As Kira began with the song and then followed by the rest of the crew one thing started ringing through Reisi's Head that he remembered Joshua sharing with him and Shinya in the past

"Triumph can never be without a little tragedy...my boys have been through so much tragedy that when the day comes that their personal triumph comes it WILL be SO BIG that no one can or will be able to shut me up! All I ever want for my boys is to be happy, healthy and safe. If I can help them get that then...when the day comes I can die happy! I bleed HEAVENS Blue and that is where I will leave my heart and soul when the time comes. Those that don't get it...I can't help them anymore. I move on with my life now!"

When Reisi remembered this he looked at how happy Joshua was and he knew one other thing

Shinya and Reisi will never be replaced by HEAVENS because they are a part of his life too...but there is ALWAYS going to be something special about the blue of HEAVENS that Joshua will wear now...AND FOREVER!

[crossedxpaths]

            『 ❝ I have no idea what’s going on... ❞ 』

            『 ❝ what else is new? ❞ 』

            『 ❝ hey! ❞ 』

[het-field]

James gathered up all Riley's things in less than 5 minutes, telling himself he'd never done it so quickly in his life. The rain was also motivating him to hurry. He joined Riley completely soaked, turning the heater on full blast so she'd warm up faster.

He looked at her apologetically, watching her take her pills. He felt really bad for her. Only an hour ago, he'd been wailing in his room, cursing her, telling himself he'd made a big mistake now, blaming himself for thinking such a thing, for being so obnoxious to her. They hadn't yet discussed what had happened, but just seeing her in that state was enough to convince him that there might be an explanation.

"You're welcome," James replied in a whisper, looking towards her but she was staring out of the window at the scenery, waiting until he'd finally reached her house. James hoped the boys hadn't returned in the meantime. He figured Riley would probably need some time alone before seeing them again - especially since they were likely to be drunk or euphoric.

James parked his pickup in the driveway of Metallica's mansion half an hour later, switching off the engine. The rain had stopped, at least for the moment. He stepped out, going around to open the door for her, helping her down. "Welcome to the madhouse," he said jokingly, hoping it would cheer her up a bit.

Closed starter 🎬

Riley's life has been changed since her first big role in the movie. Too small for the Hollywood's first line but extremely important for a beginner in the industry. She did it and she was so happy! People began to recognize her, meet her on the street and ask her for photos and autographs. This was the dream come true!

But she didn't want to stop on one role. Riley Page has her long way to the top and now she was just on the first stage of her new life. That's why her friend-manager suggested her to try herself in different ways. One of them was a casting for a music video for a band called Metallica. Who were they even? Some dirty guys playing noisy music? Riley was sceptical about it but her manager assured her that they were one of the hottests things in America, and that this collaboration will help them both.

Whilst her team did all the paper work, Riley was preparing for her take. Just some acting warm-up and she'll be the best. But once she entered the room she was flabbergasted. There was a ton of pretty chicks of different nations, races and even body types! Riley gulped, sitting near one of the girls in the line. "Are they all here for the casting?", she asked quietly but got only a sarcasmic chuckle. "First time here? Never thought that someone doesn't know how the "casting" goes for the metal bands", the girl said with a smirk, making Riley feeling anxious. Was there something she didn't know?

@het-field

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Batmom with a young Jason, please 🥹

Oh no.

The sound of another little voice. Confused and scared. Overlaid with a bravado that it couldn't quite carry off made your heart twist.

"Alfred-"

"Already on it, ma'am," he said, exhaling slowly as he turned to go and start making up a bed.

You shifted the ice pack he'd brought you with a wince and pulled your t-shirt over your head. Time to go be the lady of the house. Welcome him and try and get him settled.

"Rough day at the office?" Bruce asked when you walk around the corner.

"You should see the other guy," you huff, "I see you made a friend."

"He stole the tires off the batmobile," Bruce snorted, dropping a hand on Jason's shoulder and squeezing.

"Takes guts," you say smiling a little, dropping into your chair to get a better look at the boy. A cutie- looked a little like Dick at that age. Not as healthy. He'd need some looking after and you made a mental note to call Dr. Tompkins in the morning- blood work and a physical at the very least.

The boy smiled a little, his cheeks darkening.

"His name is Jason."

"Welcome to the madhouse, kiddo," you say, propping your foot up to take the pressure off your hip.

"Are you like- a den mother or something?" the kid snorted.

"My wife," Bruce said, smiling a little. "Alias Sparrow. In the house though, it's Y/N."

"Oh." he said nodding, looking between you and Bruce. "How'd you get a girl that pretty?"

"Sometimes he's funny," you chirp.

And when Jason grins, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, Bruce shakes his head. He didn't know how you did it, setting people at ease like that. But he was glad.

"Money ain't have anything to do with it?" Jason asked.

"Not as much as you might think," you snort.

[mishaapocalypsse]

Crochet Cafe

Description: The Boys and Soldier Boy go into a coffee shop late one night after a long week of hell. Soldier Boy is interested in an individual partaking in a hobby that catches his attention.

You just don’t appreciate the soldier touching your stuff.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning ⚠️, language, sexual innuendos.

Note: I needed a quick break from all the ofher fanfics and requests. This one just popped into my head as I work on my blanket. Under the 500 word prompt.

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The snow fell in sheets as bystanders and the like scurried ever which way to get to where they were going.

From prying eyes William Butcher and the rest of his band of misfits settled into a cozy and quiet cafe that was open 24/7.

Besides them there was only one other person in the whole cafe.

You.

You had been sitting in a corner booth a bundle of brightly colored yarn rolling as you were crocheting.

The group had overall let you be except one. A man dressed in supe garb and tactical armor, carrying a shield with an RBF. The waitress had blocked his view of you to take everyone’s order. When she gad left, Soldier Boy had gotten up from his seat and strolled over to you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Couldn’t help by see you from all the way over to where I was sitting. Awfully pretty to be holed up in this dump.” He said, clasping his hand together.

“Well, I own this dump.” You replied, not looking up from your hobby.

“You do?” He retorted.

“Has been that way for 3 years.” You replied, your fingers moving at a fast rate.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asks, reaching out to fondle with the bundle of yarn, where you had grabbed his wrist, the hold you had tightening around his.

An audible crunch from your grip on the man in front of you as your furrowed your brows.

“Don’t touch my stuff.” You warned.

The man in front of you tried to move but he couldn’t get you to budge.

“Cool it Y/N. Soldier Boy ain’t gonna hurt your precious crochet project.” Lightening Bolt called from the back, as he had sauntered into the lobby where all of you had sat.

You grunted, letting go of the man, as he yanked his arm away from you.

“You’re a fucking supe? Christ on a fucking cross.” He snapped, rubbing his wrist.

“Yeah, she is. Welcome to The Madhouse Caffeinery. If you order a black coffee, get the fuck out.” Bolt heckled.

Soldier Boy growled.

You smirked, satisfied, looking back down to continue working on the last row of chaining.

[allwaswell16]

Happy Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2022!

In honor of this day, here are the first lines of fics written by some of my favorite One Direction fan fic writers! We are so lucky to continue to have such talented writers writing fic for our fandom. I hope all you fic writers know how appreciated you are today and everyday! (You can find previous year’s lists and my other recs here.)

💖 As one who could never experience the effects of fire, it had always been fascinating to Louis.

💖 In the beginning, it is recalled, they were one land, one people. 

💖 Confined in the scarred windowpane fractured glass struggles to hold fast.

💖 “This your first time?”

💖 If Harry had to describe Vegas with one word, it would be ostentatious.

💖 Louis glances out the window of the limo. Again.

💖 Harry slammed the door behind him and immediately pressed his face into his hands, before dropping them back to his sides and staring blankly at the wall.

💖 The wall behind Harry is absolutely freezing.

💖 When Louis Tomlinson was small, he’d imagined many things, but never the life as it turned out to be. 

💖 Something about liminal spaces. 

💖 Louis couldn’t believe he was actually required to be sitting in this classroom right now. 

💖 Pushing himself off the ropes, Liam squared his stance.

💖 “Hey lovelies, it’s me again! How are you doing today?” Louis introduces himself. 

💖 Zayn is 111 when he meets him.

💖 If Louis could change one thing, it would be his habit of doodling in his old notebooks from grade school.

💖 The sweltering heat of the stage lights beam down on Louis as he moves across the stage.

💖 Harry parked the car and nervously scrubbed the palms of his hands against his thighs.

💖 “I shouldn’t be here.” 

💖 Louis taps the edges of his flip-flops on the table legs, dislodging the sand that feels like it’s almost constantly caked on his feet. 

💖 The pages of the date book fluttered as Harry used his thumb to open to the current page. 

💖 Louis hates himself, just a little, for what he’s about to do.

💖 “Why did we drift apart, back then?” Harry looks at him with a smile and glinting eyes, just a tint of seriousness there. 

💖 Liam had never imagined this would be his job. 

💖 Louis is just sitting down to have lunch at his desk when Harry Styles, his partner of four months, comes barging in with a file in his hands and tosses it on top of the bag containing Louis’ food.

💖 Their flat smelled like curry and them.

💖 After twenty minutes of walking from the hostel, Harry makes it to his fifth visited bakery. 

💖 Louis scoffs when he sees who’s waiting for him by the car. 

💖 Harry strolls down Prince Street, a venti iced coffee in one hand, a freshly lit cigarette in the other.

💖 Marcel wakes up with the biggest smile on his face.

💖 “Have you heard the news yet?” Harry looked up to find Bowen leaning against her door frame like a drag queen making an entrance. 

💖 They’re halfway through their game of chess when Louis brings it up.

💖 “So, uhm... Rise?” The boy finishes his chant, a little unsure.

💖 Louis isn’t sure how much time has passed; could be two minutes, could be two hours, it’s a welcome break from all the chaos of his life lately. 

💖 There’s a frantic knocking.

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'Out Of A World So Tattered And Torn, You Came To Our House On That Wonderful Morn. And All Of A Sudden This Family Was Born.' Edits;

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'Out Of A World So Tattered And Torn, You Came To Our House On That Wonderful Morn. And All Of A Sudden This Family Was Born.' is a Disney Descendants & Once Upon A Time crossover fandom fusion fanfiction in which all the descendants kids are adopted by their ouat parent counterparts that @ouatnextgen / @igetthedisneybox and I are writing.

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