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erikatrammell · 4 years

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The Sims 4 Celebrity/Famous Legacy Challenge!

Ok so this is my first post on a blog dedicated to a new legacy challenge that I came up with and will be playing out here, and I figured I would just explain the rules and post it so that people can follow along and can even play themselves if you’d like!

If anyone decides to play tag it with “Celebrity Legacy Challenge” so I can see & so its not mixed up with normal Legacy challenge posts.

Summary: This challenge centers around a family of famous sims, with each generation experiencing different ups and downs depending on how they chose to live their life in the public eye. Will the magic of fame and fortune make up for the tragedy it brings?

This Challenge deals with more dark themes/ tragic/ dramatic stories than challenges usually do. If that’s not your thing you probably won’t like this. But if you do like high drama then buddy you’re in the right place!

Rules: -This challenge requires the Get Famous expansion.

-CC allowed, cheats only allowed if specified, mods allowed as long as they aren’t there to make the game easier.

-Sims are allowed to move out as Teens if their relationship with their parents turns negative. Otherwise, they may only move out as a Young Adult.

-Every Heir must max their Fame level

-The next generation begins when the next Heir moves out or turns into a Young Adult (whichever happens first).

(Optional) Mods that I use: Subject Homework mod by scarletqueenkat on Mod the Sims

Adult Skills for Children by Peterskywalker! on Mod the Sims

(18+ only) Basemental Drugs/Alcohol mod

(18+ only) Extreme Violence mod by Sacraficial

Starting out: This challenge lasts 7 generations, with one optional generation 0 (if you like playing out the backstory like me). If you want to skip gen 0, go right to Generation 1. Gen 0 centers around the strict farming family that the first famous sim (Heir 1) grows up in. The parents should be Adults. Heir 1 can be created as a Teen, Child, Toddler, or not born yet.

You should chose a lot big enough for the parents to farm. The parents may have any traits you’d like, but I would suggest making them family-oriented but strict sims. Heir 1 can look however you’d like. They should have the self-absorbed trait- all other traits and attributes are up to you. They should have at least 2 siblings. The siblings’ traits are up to you, but remember that they are more similar to their parents than Heir 1 is.

Optional Generation 0: Humble Beginnings

These parents are simple and humble farmers, and they had children hoping those kids would carry on this legacy. However, one of their children is distant, rebellious, and ultimately leaves home to pursue some silly dreams of Hollywood.

Objectives: -Never have a career. Live completely off the land.

-Have a minimum of 3 children

-Have a friendship level of 0 with one child (Heir 1)

Optional Objectives: -Have a negative relationship level with Heir 1

-Max the Gardening skill

-Complete the Nature aspiration

-Have Heir 1 move out as a Teen

Generation 1: The Lucky Young Star

You grew up on your family’s farm, but always dreamed of leaving and making it big in Hollywood. You may have ruined your relationship with your own family, but it’s all for fame. You know it’ll be worth it when you achieve your dreams.

Getting started: This sim should have the Self-Absorbed trait. If you don’t play Gen 0, you must start as a Young Adult. You should move into a city (Either Del Sol Valley or San Myshuno). Their other traits and physical attributes are up to you.

Objectives: -Become a Five Star celebrity before aging up to an adult

-Complete the World-Famous Celebrity aspiration

-Get to Level 10 in either the Acting or Musician careers. You may not have any other career.

-(If you had parents) have a friendship level of 0 with your parents

-If you have a romantic relationship with someone of lower/no fame status, you must break up with them once you become a 3-star celebrity

-You must marry a 4 or 5-star celebrity (you may design/place this person in the world due to the limited number of celebrity NPCs. You may play them for up to 1 Sim day in order to establish their life. You may use cheats to quickly establish their life, but you may not cheat their relationship with your sims or Heir 1, and you may not have them interact with Heir 1 until you are playing as Heir 1 again.)

-You must have at least one child

Optional Objectives:

-Have an infamous affair

-Have a child with your affair

-Get to Level 10 in both the Actor and Musician career.

-(18+, requires basemental mod) Get addicted to drugs or alcohol

-Have a butler or babysitter do every childcare related thing

Generation 2: The Ruthless Celebrity

You felt like you never got anything from your own parents. The only time they ever spoke to you was to remind you the hard way that nothing in life will come easy. Fine, you’ll show them- you will do anything to get to-and stay at-the top.

Objectives: -Become a 5-star Celebrity before aging up to an adult

-Have a Friendship level of 0 with Heir 1

-Complete either of the Wealth aspirations

-Reach level 10 of the Actor, Musician, or Comedian Career before aging up to an adult

-Any interaction with someone of a lower celebrity status must be rude and dismissive

-Make an enemy of at least one sim in your same career

-Only Marry a sim who has a higher fame level than you (Unless you are already 5-Star, in which case only marry another 5-Star celeb). If they ever drop to under your celebrity level, divorce them.

-Through all this, maintain a neutral reputation. Your reputation shouldn’t fall in the red for more than 3 sim days.

-Have at least 1 child

Optional Objectives: -Murder at least one sim in your career (you can use Extreme Violence for this, or just trap them in your house or something)

-Befriend at least one sim in the Criminal career

-On top of only marrying a sim with higher fame, that sim should also have more money than you.

-Have a reputation of at least Good

-Have a negative relationship with your parent

Generation 3: The Notorious Mob boss

The types of people your parents kept around the house weren’t exactly... trustworthy. With a combination of your criminal and Hollywood contacts, you pretty quickly rise to criminal infamy.

Objectives: -Reach level 10 of the Criminal career

-Reach 5-star celebrity status before becoming an Elder

-Have a spouse die of either murder or some sort of “accident” (drowning, fire, electrocution etc)

-Max the Public Enemy aspiration

-Murder 3 people you have declared your enemy

-Have at least 1 child

Optional Objectives:

-Get killed before becoming an elder or die in an “accident”

-Be friends with at least three 4 or 5 star celebrities

-Have a child with someone who is not your spouse

-Have a negative relationship with your parent

Generation 4: The Lover

You grew up under constant surveillance and attention, but with very little love or warmth from your own family. You will spend your life finding dysfunctional relationship after relationship.

Objectives: -Complete the Serial Romantic aspiration

-Become a 5 star celebrity before becoming an Elder

-Get divorced 3+ times

-Cheat on a partner at least once

-Have at least 3 children, but never two with the same person (except twins of course).

Optional Objectives: -Cheat on every single partner you have

-Never get a job. Most money should be made through your spouses

-Have a negative relationship with your parent

-Get addicted to any substance

Generation 5: The sensitive artist

You grew up in a highly dysfunctional home, but found comfort in your art. You will become a celebrity artist.

Objectives: -Join either the Painter, Writer, or Musician career (not the freelance versions)

-Become a 5-star celebrity before becoming an Adult

-Leave your career once you hit level 10 or become a 5-star celebrity. All of your money must still be made through your craft (writing, painting, music) but now you aren't held down by...the man.

-Max out whatever skill is related to your career (painting, piano, guitar, etc)

-Never get married. You can’t be held down.

-Have at least one child. Turns out you can be held down.

Optional Objectives: -Have a negative relationship with your parent

-(18+) Become addicted to a psychedelic drug

-Max out on an artistic skill unrelated to your main career

-Live in an “off the grid” house for at least a week

Generation 6: The Shia Labeouf

You grew up in... extremely unusual circumstances. You were in the spotlight from a young age. You lived with a parent who projected being a free-spirit, but who you knew to be just as fame-hungry as the rest of your family. They say it’s lonely at the top, and you were born there. There’s no where to go but down. Time to go bonkers. Just really McFucking lose it. You will become the most wild and unpredictable celebrity the world has seen.

Objectives: -Become a 5-Star Celebrity before becoming an Elder

-Reach level 4 in at least 5 careers. You may not stay in any career after reaching level 4. It doesn’t matter what careers you chose.

-Have an equal amount of friends and enemies.

-At least once in your life, bring your reputation level from one extreme side to the other (i.e. reach Pristine reputation, then bring it all the way to Atrocious, or vice versa.)

-Move at least twice

-At least 5 times, cause some sort of extreme public scene/scandal. This could be anything from getting in a fight, having a messy divorce in public, living on a public lot for a long period of time for no reason, starting a fire, anything.

-Have at least 1 child

Optional Objectives: -Have a negative relationship with your parents

-(18+) Get addicted to multiple substances at once

-Bring your reputation level back to the first extreme (Meaning if you had a Pristine reputation then brought it down to Atrocious, now bring it back to Pristine)

Generation 7: The normal one

Everyone in your family as far back as you know has lived in the limelight, and it’s ruined all of their lives. You decide to leave fame behind to live a real simple life.

Objectives: -Either become a farmer and live off the land or get a normal job.

-Never have any level of fame. If you hit any level of fame, leave the spotlight behind

-Have at least one child

-Avoid celebrities at all costs

-Avoid having anything other than a neutral or good reputation

-Have at least 1 child

Optional Objectives: -Reach level 10 in your Career

-Have one spouse and 2-3 children (like a real nuclear family lol)

-Have a negative relationship with your parent

-Have a bad relationship with one of your children

The Challenge ends when the final sim ages into an Adult or Elder (depending on how invested you are in playing the most normal family ever). If you would like, you can begin a cycle again with Generation 7 acting as the second cycle’s Generation 0.

I will update this blog with my own play through of this challenge soon!

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clowndaydreams · 5 years

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Yan!Marvus x Reader

I hope you all like it!

“Can you pass me the potato chips?” You looked over to your companion. Marvus nodded and reached over to get said bag from his side of the couch.

“here ya go.” You grunted a quick thank you to the clown and started to dig in. You had been hanging out with Marvus all day. You still couldn’t believe how friendly you’ve gotten with the superstar since you met him at that concert you went to. It had been a few perigrees since then, but the clown had since made a habit of inviting you over randomly when he was free. You were just happy that he remembered you at all.

Currently though, you were both relaxing on the couch and watching some Slam or Get Culled episodes that he was in. Right now, a season finale was playing. He was the final challenge for that season’s top 2. They had to rap battle him and whoever fared better was the winner. You glanced over at him. He was in his usual facepaint, but was casually wearing a neon yellow ripped tank top and matching pajama pants with some designer troll logo and ‘JUICY’ all over them. How he managed to look so hot in that would forever elude you. You snapped out of it when he started speaking again.

“u kno, i thought ricard was the better 1 outta those 2.” You pretended to glare at him.

“SPOILERS!” You jokingly huffed, lightly shoving his arm. It didn’t move, as you’d expect.

“LOL! XoD sorry fam, seen dis crap 1000 times alreddy.” Wait, then why did he let you pick this episode? Or even agree to watch this with you? If this was boring you could do something else. And as if he could read your mind, he held up a hand.

“dun worry bout dis. is chill or w/e. butt srsly, u kno who gunna win.”

“Still! I wanna watch it!” You giggled. You both watched on in silence as Marvus was brought on to surprise the contestants.

“How were they behind the scenes?” You asked as you watched the confessionals for both of the contestants.

“ricards moirail b a clown, so me n him knew each other alreddy. he wuz p chill i guess lol.”

“What about Krayaa?”

“turns out she wuz a fangirl. foamin at the mouth n erythng.”

“Really?!” You turned to him to try and see if he was lying. He looked almost bored about it all. Like you were both talking about the weather or something. You wished you could be so relaxed about meeting a rabid fangirl and somehow living to tell the tale. Seadwellers were supposed to be stronger and more durable than landdwellers. At least, that was according Polypa anyway. Huh, you had to remember to check on her later after you got home too.

“ye. she wanted 2 pail after the shoot.” Your jaw dropped. Krayaa was a seadweller! Did he have to listen to her? She could have killed him for not listening!

“Nahhh, no worries,, the contract she signed for the ep woulda had her disqualified and mah bodyguards woulda whooped her b4 she had a chance. ;op” He chuckled. “If she managed 2 get thru them, I aint no wimp.” He added, flexing his arms a little to prove his point. You almost couldn’t stop staring. He had to know what he was doing to you…right? Granted, this was a crush you had no intention of pursuing. If you were speaking honestly, Marvus was a guy who probably didn’t want commitment due to his lifestyle. Even then, he had people throwing themselves at him constantly. People his own species. People who were a lot better fitting with his general aesthetic and not some poor wandering alien that he would DM when he was high when they both should have been sleeping. Your own concepts of relationships and types of love were different. But you could dream, right? You were content with just having him as your designated hot friend anyway. …That did mean you were allowed to drool over him in your mind. As long as it doesn’t get creepy to him. Yeah. You were fine.

“u gud (Y/N)? u tryna lure snacks into ur mouth or smth?” You snapped out of your stupor.

“Ew! Gross! I don’t eat bugs like you weirdos!”

“it aint gross. literally free snacks u can catch. :o)” He laughed.

“Where I’m from they’re gross!” Granted, there were places that did eat crickets and the like on Earth, but you would never tell him that.

“dun knock it till ya try it.” He got up and left the room, returning after a moment with a small box.

“…What is that.” You had a sinking feeling you knew what it was.

“chirp grubs.” He opened it and there they were. Disgusting caramelized crickets.

“I can’t.” You shook your head.

“more 4 me lol.” You looked away as he ate a few of the crickets. You looked back at him when his palmhusk rang. It sounded like a clown horn version of one of his songs. Fitting, honestly.

He glanced at it and rolled his eyes before silencing the phone.

“Who was that?”

“thottie.”

“Oh…” He looked bored again. Not good. What could you talk to him about to keep him interested?

“Uh…You ever get tired of the fans trying to aggressively pail you?” Ok, that wasn’t the best choice for conversation. Your bad.

“i meannn….in the beginning yeah. now its kinda the norm 4 me ufeelme?”

“Yeah, I guess. Does it ever make you feel like you can’t have a relation-er, quadrant?” You assumed it would, but that would also come with fame in general, wouldn’t it? You weren’t sure. Then again, if he didn’t want-

“kinda. i think its kinda funny how i can attract psychos, fans and thots, but not my crushes.” You sat up straight. Marvus had a crush?

“Wait. You…uh…are pale or um….red? for somebody?” You didn’t have the best grasp on quadrant terms.

“lol sumtimes i forget your an alien.” He leaned back onto the couch.

“butt yeah, i have a few crushes at the mo.” He smiled, staring at the ceiling. Few. He has more than one crush right now. That soft smile said it all. He had it bad.

“…Can you tell me who they are?” He looked over at you and looked sheepish.

“i…dun think is a gud idea.”

“Please? I have to know who the great Marvus Xoloto has a crush on.”

“u kno 1. itll be awk af :o(“ Now you had to know. Now you were thinking about whether or not Marvus had a type. What if they were all mega hot models? Wait! Did he have a crush on Chahut? They would totally have to know each other. Who else did you both know??? He heard of Cirava, but you didn’t think they talked. Who???

“…kk fine. only if u slam a faygo tho.” You gave him a look.

“Isn’t Faygo…not for non-clowns?”

“is just us. whos gunna kno?”

“You promise nobody’s gonna know?”

“on my life. u slam a faygo, n ill tell u who my flush be.” You thought it over. You remembered tasting the stuff at clown church when you went you went with Chahut that one time. Just a sip left you a bit tipsy. A whole bottle may have rendered you unable to be coherent enough to even process who his flush crush was. Would it be worth it? You felt a choice coming on. Either way you had to drink a certain amount in order to maybe try and learn this random troll’s identity. The question was, do you try and counter his offer or just slam the entire bottle and hope for the best?

…

It would be better to respect your own limits. A bunch of your friends had lectured you a few times over putting yourself out just to potentially make a friend. This would piss them off and would probably not end in your favor even if you did decide to just go with it anyway.

“How much faygo do I have to drink?”

“hm…” He got up, went to the kitchen and got a small can of Grape Faygo, a normal bottle for one and a whole 2 liter bottle. “imma b nice. u get a choice. u gotta try 2 finish the can. u get 1 q with the name if u finish the can. Smol bottle gets u 2 qs and the name n the 2L gets u as many qs as u liek. fair enough 2 u?”

…Now you wanted to chug the 2 liter. You haven’t even seen anyone try to down that other than the Grand High Blood once when you took Karako to clown church for the first time. But that guy was a clown and he is HUGE. You, not so much. But, you chose to respect yourself for once. You’d see how you felt after the small can and go from there. You picked it up, opened the can and took a deep breathe. Powers that be, let this not wreck you and let this answer be worth it. If he cops out with his answers, you would try to hurt him. You started chugging. You did your best to try and treat it like a shot like Cirava taught you so you wouldn’t taste the overly sweet flavor too much. After a moment of light agony and attempting to not drown in the soda, you reached the end of the can. You slammed it onto the coffee table and started panting. Ok, you weren’t feeling woozy like before. Maybe those tiny sips when you went to clown church helped your body get used to it.

“u gunna try the otha bottles?” You managed to shake your head. You weren’t gonna do that again. Your head started hurting. You looked over at him. Were his eyes always so vibrantly purple? Woah, now they’re flashing purple. What the heck? Was this Faygo high? You now understood why all the other clowns were so goofy after drinking a cup of this stuff. Crap, now your head was starting to hurt.

“Wh-Who….who is it..?” You started feeling like you were gonna pass out. You laid down on the couch. You needed to close your eyes. That was way too much for you. You felt Marvus pick you up into his arms.

“ye…after u wake up bb.” Wake up? Wait, did he just call you a pet name?! You were about to question him when he tilted his head.

“dangg,, u managed 2 stay awake with chuckles and faygo? ur stronger than i thought. Soz bout this babes.” His eyes became blindingly vibrant again and you blacked out.

#marvus #marvus xoloto #yandere!marvus #yandere!marvus x reader #olive fics #Let me know your thoughts!

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pixie88 · 4 years

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Never have I ever

Chapter 3 - TNA - After the Wedding.

A/N: At the moment I’m editing all my work, tidying it, shorting down chapters and tiding up my tumblr. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Find previous chapters HERE under The Nanny Affair - After the Wedding.

Word count: 3394 Might be a lot but so worth it!

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language & sexual content.

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Sam x MC - Olive.

Enjoy 😘

4 Weeks after leaving Italy and Sam behind. I take a job at Tallulah's while I wait for interviews for my dream job.

*21 Missed Calls from Sam Dalton*

*13 New Messages from Sam Dalton*

I open up his messages and read the last 3.

[Olive, please talk to me!]

[I need to talk to you! There's something you need to know! Will you just answer your phone.]

[We're back from Italy. I've seen you have cleared your room out. We all miss you. Please meet me. We need to talk, Please.]

After 2 weeks I got fed up and change my number so, he can't contact me anymore. Whatever it is I don't want to know he made his choice when he said I do.

It's Friday night one of Tallulah's busiest night and I'm working with Jace and Ben behind the bar.

Later, as we are locking up Jenny walks in "Hey guys, I thought I'd meet you so we can walk home together." I smile at her. "Awesome, while you are here you can help clean up!" I throw her a damp cloth, she catches it and starts to wipe over tables.

"Why don't we play never have I ever?" Ben asks us, I roll my eyes, "I'm in but there isn't a lot I haven't done." Jace tells the group, "OK, so this game will end up with me, Ben and Jenny sober and you finish the whole bottle?" I tell him before Jenny starts "OK, Never have I ever had sex at a party" Fuck! Parents party's doesn't count right.

Jace and Ben drinks before Jace turns to me "Come on, Olive surely you've sex at a party?" "Nope, don't think I have!" I shoot back at him. "It's can be any party like a high school one or a family member's one!" He's smiling at me and I drink.

"Olive!! Why am I just finding out about this now? What party? Who with?" Jenny asks me. Great, now I have to make up a fake hook up. Thanks, Jace!! "It was a party that you couldn't attend. Anyway, who's next?" I try to change the subject quickly.

It's Ben's go "Never have I ever kissed someone of the opposite sex?" me, Jenny and Jace drink I laugh, "Ben, that one was too easy!" "Hey, it was one way to get you guys to drink, where I didn't have to." he laughs.

"My turn, never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex." Jace says and me, Ben and Jenny drink he looks at Jenny "What? Who?" "Jenny points at me and Jace whips his head round, "It was a dare, when we were like 15?" I say as I laugh.

"Anyway, I believe it's my turn. Hmm, Never have I ever performed oral sex in the middle of a cinema!" I say, trying not to laugh as Jace's eye dart to mine, then he drinks. "Jace!" Jenny shouts at him then turns to me "Olive, How did you know?" she asks me.

Crap I didn't think about this! "Oh! I was there a few rows in front and I caught them as I went to the bathroom!" Jenny looks at me weirdly of course she does, as if I had seen it I would have told her? "Speaking of bathrooms I need to use it. I will be back in a minute" Jenny gets up and heads for the bathroom.

"OK, I know there is something going on with you two, definitely not just friends!" Ben says, "Nothing is going on! I don't know what you are talking about!" I tell him "Olive, I'm anything but stupid!" "OK, Olive and I have done things friends don't normally do, but Jenny doesn't know, and we would like to keep it that way." Jace whispers to him.

"Things meaning Olive was the girl in the cinema?" Ben asks, "OK, It was me!! We had a thing one summer about 10 years ago, but it was over before it began!" I tell Ben then I hear her "Olive, is that true?" Jace and I whip round and see Jenny 2 feet away from us.

No, no, no, no, no! "You and my brother slept together?" "Jen, you were never supposed to find out!" I tell her as I get up from my seat and walk towards her, but she takes a step back not wanting to be near me.

"YOU SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER!! WHEN?!" she shouts at me, "Jen, It doesn't matter, it was a long time ago!" I say, but she is having none of it! "Olive, just tell me how long you have been keeping this a secret?!!!" I can't deny it there's no point "Summer 2010. When you were at your Nan's."

"10 Years!! It all makes sense now! Whenever I called my mom, she would tell me how Jace was out all the time and how she thought maybe he had a girlfriend, then I would call you right after and you were always busy." Her face goes pale "Jen, please you have to listen to me!"

I step towards her before talking again "Things happened that summer, we were spending so much time together working, hanging out and stuff we grew closer and things went from there! I never meant to keep it from you, I just didn't know how to tell you." I step towards her again.

"You slept with my brother, then kept it a secret for 10 years! What kind of best friend does that!" "It's not like I could just drop it into a casual conversation like Jen would you like a coffee and Oh, by the way I lost my virginity to your brother!" "I rather that, then you never tell me and finding out by chance! You were supposed to be my best friend! No, wonder Sam chose Sofia!" Jace interrupts us.

"Jenny, this must be a shock, but what the big deal? Yes, she is your best friend and I'm your brother, but we did nothing wro..." He doesn't finish his sentence as Jenny slaps him before storming out.

I go to chase after her, but Jace pulls me back "I think it's best we let her cool off first!" I start to cry Jace tries to hug me, but I push him away and run off into the kitchen. Did I really just lose my best friend? In a month I lost my best friend and the man I love.

I'm sitting on the floor against the fridge door not sure how much time has passed before I hear the kitchen door open again. Jace wanders over to where I'm sitting on the floor before taking a seat next to me. "Olive, I'm so sorry! When Ben asked about us I shouldn't of said anything." I get up and run off into my uncle's office but Jace follows me in here to.

I'm sat at my uncle's desk Jace comes round and sits on the desk in front of me "Olive, I promise, once she calmed down and thought about it, she'll be fine!" He lifts my chin to look at him. "Don't cry! If, it will make things better with you two I'll tell her it was all my doing! I pursued you, I mean just look at me no wonder you gave into temptation!" I can't help laughing at him "Oh, shut up!" "Ah ah ah, I got you to smile Olive, so that's an achievement!" I roll my eyes before he continues "But seriously she won't be mad about it for long!".

"I know Jenny is mad and I'm sorry," he smiles as he downs his drink. I take a seat next to him on the desk.

"Here is to being free, single and not giving a damn." we clink glasses before downing our drinks again "Argh, does that taste ever gets better?" I ask him "Nope, you just get to drunk to care if you drink enough." I giggle it's hitting me already must be the vodka too.

I sit up to look at Jace, and he looks at me for some reason I feel drawn to him I want to kiss him. He runs his thumb over my lips, then his other hand cups the other side of my face, and he kisses me hard, pushing further on to the desk. His tongue dances with mine, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss turns more urgent, his hands slip under my jumper and up to my bra, where he unclips it.

My hands move to unzip his jacket and slip it off before slipping them under his t-shirt, feeling his chest, his abs and his back. He pulls away "Olive, we shouldn't!" "I know, but I don't want to stop.” His hands slip down from my breast and under my tights and into my underwear.

In this moment I need him, and he can tell that by how wet I am as I feel him smile against my lips as he touches me. He whispers on my lips "Feels like you've missed me as much as I've missed you!" I pull him back to my lips and bite his bottom lip. With that, he pulls my legs up around his waist and places me against the cold oak desk.

"I want you...." He says, "Then take me." I tell him without thinking. Then, he pulls down my tights and my underwear, I undo his belt and jeans as soon as he's free of his jeans, his pants are down, and he is inside me and I wrap around him adjusting to his size.

I start to move up to match his pace. His lips move to my collarbone, then back up to my earlobe before he whispers into my ear "God I've missed this!" "Me too!" I tell him.

He thrusts harder, each one making me cry out louder than the last. I can't hold back anymore, I call out his name as I hit my peak, he hits his own right after and my head collapses against the desk, he kisses me on the lips.

We get up and grab our clothes to redress, Jace looks at me "Olive, we should forget that happened with everything you have going on at the moment I think it's best." "Yeah, you are right! Nothing says sorry to your best friend for sleeping with her brother like sleeping with her brother again!" I say with a laugh, and he smiles at me.

The next day.

"Olive, wake up!" I feel someone poke me "Olive, come on wake up," I start to stir when I realize where I am. I turn to see its Jace pokes me "Morning, Did you sleep OK?" he asks me as I sit up "Yeah, I slept fine. I don't remember getting home." I then grab my phone to check the time.

He smiles at me "Must've been all that drink. I'm heading to the gym want to join me?" "OK, I guess" We grab our stuff and head to the gym. Jenny's bedroom door is shut, she's probably still asleep.

As we walk into the gym a lady behind the desk smiles as she spots Jace and it drops as she spots me with him "Jace, You just can't stay away from this place?" she says to him with a flirty tone, and he laughs as he leans on the desk to talk to her "Nah, I need my morning workout." he winks at her.

"So, is she with you? Are you PTing now?" the lady points at me "Yeah, she is. Olive this is Emma, Emma this is Olive," I just smile at her, but she doesn't return it "Olive huh? That's a weird name! So, you will need a membership?"

I go to speak, but Jace beat me to it, "Actually, it's Olivia, but she prefers Olive and no, she won't unless she wants one?" "Well, Olivia is a much nicer name I don't get why you would shorten it but each to their own I guess. Jace as for using the gym without a membership, I'm not sure I can today. Sneaking one in is easy but two." I roll my eyes.

"Oh, come on Emma, Olive won't be no bother? I promise to keep her out of your bosses view" her face goes red she doesn't like that idea one bit and looks round "Ermm...I guess I can let you both in but you have to be quick," she gets up from her desk and takes us down some stairs to the gym and uses her card to let us in.

"Olivia, the ladies showers are down there once you are done, clean towels in the lockers and soap on the shower wall, be quick" We head into the gym and start.

Later I head to the shower, grab a towel and undress to take a shower it's so warm on my skin, I start washing my hair and let the water run down my face.

I hear the door to the shower room, open "Olive, are you done yet?" Jace asks, "Oh, nearly! How are you done so quickly?" "When Emma means quick she means quick, I've learned otherwise she comes in to check on you" Of course she does! "OK, I'm coming out now I just need to dry off and get dressed." When I come out of the shower I see Jace sat on a bench I was expecting him to be at the door.

"Are you going to sit there while I get dressed?" he smirks "Olive, I've seen you naked plenty of times. But if it makes you feel better I'll turn my back?" "Yeah, if you could that would be great."

He turns and I start to dry myself "So, Emma, what's the deal with her?" I ask him "What do you mean, Olive?" "She seems erm...smitten with you." "Does she? I haven't noticed." He says with a laugh.

"You have! She seems to bend over backwards for you and she definitely doesn't like me." "What are you asking Olive? Why are you even bothered?" "I'm not bother I just thought she was rather rude to me and you can see who you like." "I did notice. There's nothing going on between me and her there never has and never will be." "So you flirt and slip her a few lines to get her to let you use the gym and shower? She's pretty." "Well, she might be pretty, but she's not my type at all. I do flirt with her to use the gym when I want yes, but doesn't everyone?" "I don't!" I shoot at him as I start to get my clothes on.

"Oh, you do Olive!" "What! No, I don't!" "You do! That's why last night happened. You had an itch you needed scratching!" I don't have an answer for that, so he doesn't say anymore about it. "Are you dressed yet?" "Nearly just my boots." he turns round.

We head out of the shower room and up the stairs at the top Emma looks up from her desk Jace smiles at her before saying "Thanks!" as we leave.

This shift goes by pretty quickly around 8pm it starts to quiet down, so I restock the snack bar as Jace comes over to me, "A bunch of suits just walked in Olive, I need a hand," I put down the crisp packet I have in my hand and turn to serve these guys and that's when I spot Robin the other side of the bar, he notices me straight away.

"Olive!! How are you? Where have you been?" "Robin, Hey. I'm great thanks. What about you? I've been here and staying at Jenny's. How was the rest of the Italy trip?" I smile at him "It was OK, I guess. I'm good thanks, in fact I'm excellent now I'm joint CEO of Dalton part of Dalton and Russo Enterprises with Sam!" "What? Joint? But I thought Sam was going to be sole CEO?" "Oh, Olive you missed so much. When is your break? I'll fill you in on everything!" I look at the clock.

"I could take one in 5 minutes once we've served this lot" "OK, come and find me in 5." He walks off and sits down we 4 other people. My head is spinning with questions. What happened? And why are they joint CEO's? I remember Sam's texts [There's something you need to know] [we need to talk] Now I'm more curious than ever I tell Jace I'm taking a break and go off to talk to Robin and suggests we sit away from everyone, so we walk over to a table in the corner.

"So, Olive why did you leave Italy so suddenly? Why did you quit?" Robin asks, "Don't act like you don't know why Robin! I never took you for stupid." "Olive, I told you that the only person that was going to get hurt in all this was you!" "I know. But enough about that. What has happened? Why are you and Sam joint CEO?".

"Well about a week after you left, Sam seemed pretty down, we were all at the villa and Sofia made a toast to her and Sam and their long happy marriage they were about to have. Sam just flipped told her it wasn't a happy marriage, and he didn't love her and never could. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to Sofia when she opened it was papers telling her he wanted an annulment." "What?" "Yeah, he wants out of their marriage, Dad wasn't happy but Sam managed to talk him round and convince him to let us be joint CEO's. Which is actually alright, I get the CEO title, but half the work load!" he laughs.

"What about the merger? Sofia?" "Well, apparently you can't unmerge companies once they are merged, so we run the Dalton side and Paolo runs the Russo side. Sofia, she stayed in Italy. I think she had a fancy man on the side." She definitely did! "Sam has been looking for you, he'll be happy when I tell him you're working here!" "No, Robin you can't tell him I work here or you've seen me!" "Olive, why?" "I need to move on with my life and as crappy as it is." "OK, but the boy's miss you and come on you've not done too bad! You landed a job pretty quick and a place to live." "It's my uncle's bar, hence why I got it so quick." "What about your parents? Jenny?" "My parents living in Dubai they moved there 3 years ago for my dad's job. Me and Jenny kinda had a falling out." "Oh! Not over anything serious I hope?" "Kinda, but I'm sure we'll work it out." OK, anyway I better get back to the guys. Hopefully see you round Olive and take care of yourself!" "Thanks, You too Robin".

I head back to the bar where Jace is "Who was that?" he asks, "Oh, That was Robin. Sam's brother" Jace's facial expression changes "Was he bothering you?" "No, not at all. He was just asking why I left so suddenly." I don't mention what else he told me. "OK, now you're back, I'm going for my break" "OK, see you in a bit."

It's the end of our shift, and we are locking up, and we take the subway home "Do you think she'll forgive me?" I ask Jace. "Olive, there's nothing to forgive. Jenny just needs to get over herself OK?" He smiles at me "OK, we better head in."

Jace opens the door with his key the flat is dark, maybe she's in bed it is pretty late. Jace turns on the lights, and we head to the living room she's not there as we walk to the kitchen her bedroom door is open. Jace turns on the light and her bed hasn't been slept in but there's a note on the bed. I go over and pick it up and read it out.

'Olive and Jace,

I've gone to stay with mom and dad please don't call or text. I need space from you both. I'll contact you when I'm ready to talk.

She's gone!

Jenny x'

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 4.

#tna #choices tna #sam dalton #sam x mc #sam #robin flores #pixelberry #choices #dalton #fanfic #pb the nanny affair #pb tna

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Hello, your fiveya pride and prejuice had me on my knees. Everything you have writing for the umbrella academy is so nice, this fandom should be thankfull you are here making gold content. I'm not very creative and I still dont know which kind of prompts you would like, but the last au gave me some Elizabeth Swan vibes, so maybe you could do a Fiveya Pirates of the Caribbean Au? Whatever you make I'm sure will be wonderfull :)

It’s 1732, and Governor Reginald Hargreeves and his two adopted daughters, accompanied by the family butler, Pogo, are sailing to Port Royal aboard HMS Crown when they come across a shipwreck. The lone survivor of the tragedy is a young boy, shaking and shell-shocked. A sympathetic Pogo begs Reginald to allow him to take him in - Pogo himself will rear and provide for the child out of his own wages.

Vanya clutches the railing and looks out into the wreckage, into jagged mountains of burning wood obscured by ink black plumes of smoke that cast a ghostly silhouette against the dreary sky and the great gray sea, and can’t take her eyes off of it. It’s a tragedy, with glowing embers peeking through the remains of the ship, keeping it alive and drowning in the water, and Vanya is fascinated.

I do not want to know what transpired here, she thinks. She doesn’t need to know, anyway - it looks like a wasteland, like something writhing and nearly dead, and then her father takes her by the shoulders and pulls her away.

The boy is raised in a fine household, alongside Reginald’s two young daughters, both of whom are handsome, intelligent, and composed. His truest and most constant friend, though, is Vanya.

The Boy starts out as a Will Turner of sorts, only more confident and living in relative comfort, except with the knowledge that he is an outsider even among orphans, and a survivor of something terrible. He longs to go back.

By 1742, the boy is merely fifteen and already deemed an academic prodigy in a vast array of scientific, mathematical, mechanical and historical studies.

By the end of 1742, he’s gone, vanished into the night and headed for the sea. Vanya, not for the first time in her life, is alone.

Years later, she’s grown into a beautiful yet confined woman. During a botched proposal, Vanya faints, due to a combination of heat, anxiety, and a too-tight corset, plummeting into the harbor below, only to be rescued by a mysterious man

Surprise y’all guess who it is

Five and his crew are under a curse that renders them undead corpses under the moonlight, burdened with immortality. Idk why he’s cursed, ig he just got up to a lot of pirate shit lmao. The gold of his father’s pocket watch is key to breaking this curse, and he’s returned to Port Royal after all these years to retrieve it, after he gave it to Vanya for safekeeping the day before he abandoned the Hargreeves household to rejoin the life of piracy

She agrees, of course, but he is soon confronted by both Reginald and Leonard, backed by the Navy, on account of 1) being a pirate and 2) trespassing and in order to safely escape he takes Vanya hostage

In his time away, Five has become captain of the dreaded Academy, the ship that his own father used to command before the wreck. Vanya initially disapproves of his life choices because he may be older now and like damn ok, but 1) hygiene 2) the ethical ambiguity of piracy and 3) you left me dude without warning ,, tf is up with that?

Cue childhood friends reconnecting in really awkward circumstances + maybe Stockholm syndrome

Luther, Ben, Klaus, and Diego are members of his crew. While Diego is a fantastic swordsman, Ben has a connection with sea monsters that allows him to dissuade nearby creatures from bothering their ship. Klaus is a mystic they picked up along the coast who can communicate with the dead - it’s through him that they learn the specifics of the curse.

Five glances down at her, sleeves rolled above his forearms, his hair dripping saltwater over his brow. “The Romans did it, didn’t they?” Honor among thieves is how the saying goes. “They encouraged it, actually, especially in children. Stealing. Steal from your enemies, steal from your neighbors, steal from your friends.”

At this, Vanya’s eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t steal from my friends.”

Five shrugs.

“It builds character,” he says, “and it builds world skills. If you’re a thief, then you’re fast, resourceful, and, most importantly, you’re still alive. That’s helpful. It can be a good thing, to be a thief.”

“The greatest empire of all time, after Britain, just a whole lot of thieves?”

“That’s Rome, then, a bunch of thieves. The empire essentially stole its own foundation from other civilizations, you know? Arches and aqueducts and art - even the Republic was based on direct democracy.” He leans back and looks at her from under his lids. The floor below them shifts and sways along with the rhythm of the sea, and Vanya leans against the mast to keep her horizon line steady.

“So you’re a history buff now?”

“I always have been,” Five says defensively. “Math is just more exciting. You don’t need to get caught up with the Romans anyway,” Five laughs. “We’re pirates.”

“I suppose I need to find a way to make myself useful, then?” Vanya crosses her arms, squinting under the white hot sun. “Be helpful.” Do as the Romans do.

“No, of course not,” Five says quickly, uneasy, bitter. “You didn’t join the crew, remember? You were kidnapped.”

Days into her kidnapping on the high seas, Vanya ditched her heavy ass dress for a practical pair of trousers and tied her hair up. The sun smiles down on them in a thousand yard stare, reflecting white off the crests of the waves that jostle the ship further away from land, and her white skin has already shown signs of browning. She can breathe, though, better and easier than she’s ever breathed in her entire life

The ocean never ends, but Vanya can see something flickering on the horizon, something that looms across the skyline and drags the sky down to meet it. It feels like hope, like dreams once dashed in her girlhood, and now that it has come out of hiding, unclothed and unabashed under an impossible white sun, Vanya can’t stop looking.

The Academy is still being pursued by the Royal Navy, and Five can’t just return Vanya bc they're not only on the run but they’ve got shit to do, aka curse-breaking shit. Plus, he really, really doesn’t want to

And deep down he can tell that she doesn’t want to either

“But you like it here, don’t you,” he accuses her, hard and fast because he knows she’ll be honest, and the strategist in him wants to size the queen, wants to take her home. “You were miserable back there,” Five reminds her, his own eagerness a tangible thing to his ears. “Reginald made you miserable. Jenkins made you miserable, hell, even Allison made you miserable.” Vanya’s gaze remains unblinking, but the corner of her mouth twitches ever so slightly, her lower lip dragging it down. The sight of it gives him pause, and he wants to stop for a moment, wants to apologize for it, but the conqueror in him leers in approval and he’s plowed too forward, too far already. “You wanted to leave, every second of every day. That’s what you told me,” Five reaches forward to take her by the shoulders, gently crowding her against the railing, and she looks up and into his face, dwarfed by his height. “You’re free now, you’re here. Reginald can’t get to you. Why would you want to go back?”

You’re free now. There’s nothing for you there, he tries to say, and she must get this, because her eyes go alight, just for a second, and her lip curls into a snarl.

The thing is, she’s much happier here, with Five and his crew and a great, endless sea, but she remembers Allison all too vividly, remembers that she left her alone without warning. Vanya knows that it’s like to be left behind, and the thought of Allison alone with only their father for company strikes something hollow and sinking into her chest, something like dread

“I don’t want to go back,” she snaps, harsher than he expected, and he lets go of her. “Of course I don’t.”

You think I want to go back to corsets and Reginald’s voice in every hallway of that old, evil house, and Leonard crowding me everywhere, acting like I’ve already said yes, and this stench of absence that follows me wherever I go.

Oh, she realizes, of course he doesn’t.

“Then don’t.”

Vanya glares at him, hard and herself, and he can see the betrayal sink into her face and settle like silt at the bottom of a glass.

“It’s because we’re family,” she says, and the fifteen-year-old in Five finds himself enraged because Vanya’s family is supposed to be here, with him.

“I need to see her again,” Vanya enunciates carefully, forming every word with a nervous kind of fear, like she thinks he won’t understand, and Five’s anger dissipates almost as quickly as it had risen.

They’re going to break that curse, and Five will be a real boy (man) again. Allison won’t be alone, because her sister will come back for her (just as Five came back for Vanya). They’ll all have real, red, beating hearts, and Five will have Vanya for himself and Vanya will have one thing all her own - she has an entire ocean to conquer and no regrets

For once, Vanya has a choice, and it’s a pirate's life for her

#fiveya #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #ask me anons #mini fic #i havent seen this movie since fourth grade and know shit about pirates smh #and this is not my best writing plus i wrote it at like 1 in the morning #but i do love the concept of a pirate Five and a Vanya just looking for agency in her life #thank you so much btw and if you have any other prompts hit me with them as hard as you can #pirates of the caribbean au

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revol-lover · 4 years

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dreams don’t end at “30″

so i just had a little breakthrough and maybe this wont sound like anything to anyone else but i just have to share it

so i’ve talked about this before. about how my friend and i were both planning these personal development like goals for this year that covid got in the way of. and he said something, about how this is his last year in his 20s and he wanted to get some goals accomplished before 30

and i thought about that and realized something.

i have been feeling similarly about a few goals that i’ve been hanging onto for years and years. like i’m going to be honest with you, some people might remember this if you’ve been around here for a long time but probably not. anyway when i was in high school i really wanted to make music, sing, learn an instrument. and i did make some covers that i posted on myspace (showing my age here lol) and youtube but then i kind of gave up on it when

1) became 18 and realized my dream to go to NYC and pursue music when i was 18 wasn’t happening because of a million reasons (it was very much a pipe dream, right? i mean you can’t have that dream and not prepare for it and i didnt. also i was too scared at the time to even move out to my own place if i had the funds to do so because my parents wouldnt have really approved and i was still so under their thumb)

2) broke up with my musician boyfriend. which needed to happen. but he was the only person super passionate about that kind of goal at the time around me (till he ran lol) and he actually is still doing music now so good for him but basically

because of those 2 reasons i just let go of that dream all together as something i thought i wanted to do but was “unrealistic”.

but the thing about turning 30 and feelings like you needed to achieve all these personal/dreamy/goals in your 20s. what is that bullshit? why?

what changes when you cross over to 30? i’ll tell you one thing. media pushes movies, books, films, everything about people chasing their dreams in their 20s and “settling” down in their 30s. where’s my inspiring movie about the 32 year old mom who finally wrote a song and performed it live after being terrified her whole life of doing so?

think about it though

in your 30s you. *might* have a better paying job than you did in your 20s. which means, if you can manage to find time or a way for it, you *might* be able to save a little more money or afford to do something like, buy that guitar and guitar lessons in order to learn to play and write a song and live out your dream in some way, even if its just learning to play so you can play at an open mic. and maybe you’ll like that and you’ll somehow connect with likeminded people and form a band. idk. your dreams dont have to end in your 20s.

you dont have to fall into the trap of your 20s are for your dreams that are so big you feel like the chance of achieving them is getting struck by lightening

and then your 30s are for fancy adult goals like buying a house, and going on a $10k vacation and those things are probably just as hard as the goals you had in your 20s but the world wont make you see it that way. its seen as “selfish” to prioritize and budget for your artistic goals - but not a house. no that’s responsible and what you “should” do. but its ok to prioritize something that’s going to give your soul fulfillment too! we need to believe that! because it’s true. we are not here just to work our jobs and live mundane colorless lives once we aren’t considered “young” anymore (but 30s are still young. not what i’m saying)

you’re always going to be chasing something big and if you let the world control what that thing is you’re always going to be on some rat race.

it’s fine if you achieve your goals in a different order than the world says you were supposed to. i got married young and had a child young, that was how my life played out and i’m happy with that because, yes, finding love and becoming a mother very much were goals of mine.

yes i dropped out of college because i couldn’t afford it and i couldnt find a major that felt worth being in debt for. and also, because hey guess what? contrary to what a lot of people will try to lead you to believe, college is not for everyone. and college does not = success. college drop out does not = failure. it’s just an option of something you could do with your life. AND if you didn’t go to your college in your 20s it doesnt mean you can’t in your 30s. or 50s. hell my husband, who did go to college saw elderly (think, 80s!) people going to his college as students! college isn’t just for 18 year olds fresh out of high school.

My 27th birthday is in 2 weeks and no, i have not yet to worked up the courage to write an original song from words to music, or have the courage to get on a stage and sing anything, or talk to a stranger, or publish any of my writing or art, goals i’ve had whirling around in my brain since I was 18, but, it’s going to happen. maybe this year. maybe when i’m 35, but it’s going to happen. a number is not going to be the thing holding me back.

that whole mentality of “my youth is slipping away i need to achieve all these dreams before midnight the day of my 30th birthday” is so stupid and flawed and we all deserve to see ourselves, and our individual potential as more than that.

last part of this rant - one of the reason i even became so passionate about reignighting some of my dusty, old goals, that it turned out, i still cared about, is because i had a moment where i was like

ok i am a mom. i am someones mom. how will my daughter see me, as a person, not just her mom?

kevin and i always talk about how between the two of us we’ve both had a lot of quintessential young adult experiences that we look forward to sharing with her. like, quitting jobs, getting in car accidents, that one time i unknowingly participated in an illegal bonfire and ran from the cops then lied straight to their faces and somehow got away with it (literally my ONE act of teen rebellion), changing college majors like 3 years in (kevin), failed classes, tried cigarettes, etc like i’m ready, and hope that one day she will feel comfortable talking to us about things because we’ve been through things and have a lot of input and two different perspectives to offer

but further than that, i realized that i want her to know that her mom is a person too. i want her to know that mom is also passionate about writing, and music, and somehow tackled some of her goals in regards to that so that SHE can feel that SHE, too can do those things. and i know that, that is in part how it works

because,

my dad IS an artist. my dad IS a musician. yall. my dad is SO talented. my dad is brilliant. besides his artistic abilities which include, drawing literal realistic as fuck portraits, sculpting, painting, playing guitar, bass, piano, mandolin, he also knows music composition, etc etc etc beyond all of that, he also taught himself fucking PLUMBING and ELECTRICIAN SHIT to fix things in our house growing up. like he bought a book. and taught himself. my dad. i grew up thinking that was normal but i realized not everyones dad can just tear down the bathroom and rebuild it from scratch down to the plumbing without being a licensed professional.

but anyway the point is - as talented as my dad is, he doesnt really pursue his artistic dreams much. and its sad. i’m glad that i’ve seen some of the work he did when he was younger. i’m glad that if i bring it up, he’ll show me something he can do. but he doesnt pursue it anymore really. my dad works an exhausting physical labor job but even he, as a 50something year old has fallen into that trap of like, i dont have time to draw, but he will scroll his phone and read articles for hours and i’m not shaming him. i’m just saying we all have this problem in the modern era of technology and social media and what not (hell i am writing a post on tumblr instead of my book right now).

but if timing was different and my dad grew up in a different time, where lets say something distracted him from doing the little bit of art and music that he did when i was a kid that i was able to witness, if i hadnt seen that. i wouldnt know that.. in a way.. that’s in me. i mean, he’s my dad. if my dad could pick up a craft and work at it to be good at it, why can’t i? there are so many musicians and (kind unrelated but not rly - i think being “self made” is an art) business owners in my family. there’s either some common thread in our genetics ORRRRRRRRRR just growing up around people working at and succeeding at those kinds of goals shows you that it CAN be done so you’re more likely to believe in your abilities

and i want that for my daughter. because even as an almost 3 year old i can see that she has a gift for music, and reading. and even if i’m wrong about that and she grows up wanting to do some other thing as a job or hobby, i want her to know, by seeing her mom do it, that she can achieve anything she puts her heart to. you don’t have to box yourself in because of your age or your sex or the fact that you’re a parent.

and your dream doesnt have to become your career. it can be a hobby and still be fulfilling. like yes, 18 year old me dreamed about some life in nyc singing in clubs or bars or whatever and being ~famous (lol) and that did not happen, but i can still get out there and play open mic downtown and get that love of music, and desire to face my fear of performing out of my system. maybe i’ll love it. maybe i’ll hate it. but i’ll have done it. and that’s the ultimate goal.

sorry i went off but i had to get that out of my system and i’m very passionate about

#personal

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ladyxgilex · 5 years

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Chicken Problem.

Heeeeeey everyone! it is me! your favorite, slowest writer ever it is still alive! anyway, today writting it is a bit special, since @cartooniste2z it is always making amazing stuffs and art, i decided to return the favor and take some of him, hope you all enjoy it!

Btw, like i said @cartooniste2z make some amazing art, so i truly recomment you to see it and give it your opinion (he is a bit shy, so try an soft approach!) anyway, here it is!

Lix Le-Shade, also known as the Rainbow Dragon or the Rainbow Mercenary, gifted with a perseverance and persistence that borderline pure insanity, wieldier of magic, powers, weapons and knowledge beyond the dreams of many, a ferocious girl that would even punch gods in the face just because she feels like it, always ready to fight even the more powerful of the enemies without hesitation.

So, in the name of all that, why was she hugging a tree while hiding on it leafs?

Lix was trembling slightly, hugging the tree like her life depended on it, and it probably was. Her heart was running wild, each beat so loud that filled her ears, and thought an atheist, Lix was almost praying that her heart was not loud enough to tell her position, every hair and scale on her body was either raised or about to raise, chill after chill going across her body each time she listened the sound of giant steps around the tree.

Lix gulped loudly, every inch of mental power inside her was being used to either figure out how to get out of there or how did she get in that spot in the first place.

A few hours earlier, Lix was just minding her own business across one of the many, many, maaaany towns existing across the dimensions, trying to find a good way to pass the time or until someone tried to kill her for some reason she did not cared to remember.

That was the idea until she spotted someone dressed like a farmer in front of a mercenary group, or better said, spot the mercenary group rejecting the man offer even after this started to beg, taking that in count, the course of action was rather obvious.

Lix turned around and started to walk the same way she came from.

On her experience, that was a classic scenario of a dangerous underpaid job that none sane person would take, and Lix knew she was stupid enough to accept it even taking that in count, so the best course of action was walk away of it before she make anything stupid.

Unfortunately to Lix, that showed to be her mistake.

As Lix turned around, a young girl, curiously similar to the farmer was standing in front of her, holding an old piece of paper and rough colors on both hands.

Lix red eyes meet the dark brown eyes of the girl for a solid 10 seconds on complete silence.

Lix was the first to break the moment, taking a deep breath while looking at the sky, saying something on a forbidden long forgotten language, before turn around once more and walk towards the now lonely farmer.

- Please, help me to…..-

- Where?- Lix did not let the farmer end his sentence, instead she asked directions without delay.

- Excuse me?- asked the farmer, confused.

- Where am I supposed to go?- questioned Lix once again, an obvious annoying tone on her voice

- Y… you are not going to ask what the job is about? I mean….-

- I do not care- answered Lix, cutting the farmer sentence.

- The payment is….

- I care even less- once again, Lix cut the words of the farmer sharply.

- The background is….

- I.DO.NOT.CARE.- an heavily annoyed tone came out of Lix lips.

For a moment, the farmer honestly considered not giving her the job, however he did not had the luxury to actually turn down someone willing to help him.

-…… ok, but first, I must tell you the emotional value that….- even so, stubbornly, the farmer tried to tell his story once again, however...

- UUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!- Lix looked to the sky, groaning on frustration before turn around, looking at the young girl that was now drawing on a nearby table with her colors- where?

The young girl pointed to the west with one finger, while using the other hand to keep drawing.

Lix then made her way, leaving the farmer daughter drawing, while the farmer himself keep talking, so invested on his story that he did not noticed nobody looking at him.

Not long after that, she managed to see a farm in the distance, along with a shadow resting behind the barn. Just by looking at it, Lix could already feel a chill on the back of her neck, however she did not pay it attention, she had face giant monster before.

However, as Lix approached, a smell make her stop her movement, a smell she recognized perfectly. Misfortune strike her on that moment, the monster got up, and turn to look at her.

Lix entire body froze up at the look of the monster, her legs shivered as she could feel the blood going away of her face, every hair on her body raised up with a chill so powerful that Lix truly thought she was going to be freeze up in the spot, cold sweat started to form on the back of her neck while her mind tried to process her next move, that was, ultimately, very obvious.

She ran away.

However the monster was not one to show mercy, and pursued Lix on her escape attempt.

And that was how Lix end up on her actual spot.

Driven by curiosity, followed by a prolonged silence, Lix moved as slowly and quietly as she could to the protective border that the leafs offered, trying to peak on the outside perimeter.

What she found, however, make her entire body become as stiff like the iron.

One of the Yellow-Redish eyes of the Monster was just in front of her, the blackness of the center of its eye was so deep that Lix could swear that the darkness of the universe would look bright on contrast. The form of the monster make Lix stomach roar in disagreement, like wanting to vomit whatever food was inside itself.

The Monster, a creature so fearsome it rivaled a dragon's viciousness, was standing on 2 yellow limbs, 3 fingers in front and one on the back, each one with claws so sharp that could reap the strongest iron, most of the monster was covered on white, perfectly keep feathers that protected it from the most extreme cold, with no evidence of the blood of the thousand and more the Monster had surely ate already, two wings stood on what would be the Monster back, covered in fur like the rest of it is body, and while it was not capable of flying, Lix was sure that each flip of those wings would surely elevate storms and stop hurricanes, finally, it is long neck end up of a head shaped like that of an herbivorous, one eye at each side of the head, surely to spot it is prey better and faster, instead of a mouth, it had a peak that ended so sharp that could surely destroy any defense, and most horrifying, there was no teeth, so it is victims had to either be swallowed like a whole or in parts, prolonging their suffering. Lastly, on top of it is head, was a deep, bright red appendices, like a kind of a crown, to ensure it is dominance and power to it is rivals. The Descendant of an ancient Rival to the Dragons, the T-Rex.

To Lix, this was probably the most terrifying enemy she could ever face…… Chickens….

Lix stood there completely motionless, hoping, since the deepest of her heart, that this descendant had the old weakness of it is ancestors and was not capable of notice her if she did not move.

However, Lix hopes crumbled when the giant chicken turned it is head towards her, and even more when smaller, lesser chickens started to “fly” and rest on the nearby branches around her, surrounding her slowly, yet surely.

Although her heart was running crazy, Lix could feel her blood going colder with each new chicken, for a solid second, Lix truly thought that her blood was going to freeze on her veins. Without allowing herself to blink, Lix stood on the edge of the branch, holding her breath even when her lungs demanded air, using every last of her willpower to control her body of trembling, of showing weakness to such predator.

Even with that, when Lix felt the sharp claws of one of the lesser chickens on her forehead, as well like an extra weight over her head, she could not make anything aside of scream internally at the idea of a chicken seating over her head, ironically, the crippling fear going across her body was the only thing keeping her conscious.

To Lix, each second was an eternity on itself, her mind was fully concentrated on allow her to keep in silence and motionless, so maybe, just maybe, she could walk out of the situation alive….

……Or that was the plan until one fateful, curious chicken decided to use it is bill to bite on what it was under itself.

-auch!- an involuntary small scream of pain escaped of Lix lips, sealing her destiny.

At once, all the lesser chickens, along with the giant chicken, turn their eyes towards the source of the noise, cold drops of sweat started to form on Lix forehead and the back of her next, brain cell not paralyzed by the fear gave a simple, yet understandable order.

“Run.”

Unfortunately, Lix was not fast enough.

Like meteorites covered on white feathers, the lesser chickens jumped in perfect synchrony over Lix, and without a second though, unleashed their fury towards the invaders, in the form of bites and claws against her skin.

-auch! Ahy! Ohuch! Aah!- attacked by a white storm of feather, claws and peaks, Lix lose her balance, hitting the branch that was just under her, and then the next one, one by one until her back hit the floor with a heavy sound-….. auch…..-

That did not meant the Chickens were done, however, since these gazed down onto Lix since the branches she just hit on her fall.

-….. oh come on- whispered Lix to herself, just a moment before the Chicken started to fall once again over her- auch! No! ahy! Stop! Auch acuh! That hurts! AUCH!- picking herself up, Lix barely managed to avoid the bite of the Giant Chicken, that made a hole in the ground of the size of Lix head.

-…. Nope, nope nope nope nope nope nope nope- repeating those words over and over, Lix turned around and started to run without looking back, she did not need it anyway, the sounds of several angry chickens, along with a giant angry chicken, that were now pursuing her was more than enough signal to Lix, along with material to fill her nightmares for a time.

Lix mind was fully and completely concentrated on move her legs as fast and strong like she could, every other thought was cast aside like unnecessary on her quest to leave the farm territory, and with luck, the Chickens territory. She could find that farmer and his daughter another farm, it was not worth fighting those chickens anyway.

Once again, her future plans did turn out like expected, as several dozens of chickens started to descend in front of her, materializing almost out of nowhere.

Lix almost broke her ankle taking a sudden change of direction, as the new horde of hellish animals joined the previous one on her pursuit. This repeated around 6 times before Lix started to wonder if her life had just become some kind of bad joke to some god or the like, but again, her life was already like that.

If anything, Lix was honesty grateful of the fact that the fear within her body was pushing her beyond the normal limit or her ankle would have break 5 minutes ago, infusing her body with magic….

Magic….

Suddenly remembering the fact that she was a MAGICAL Dragon, that could use MAGIC.AT.WILL, was such a revelation that Lix honestly planned to go back in time and slap herself on the face.

Turning around on a quick movement, Lix raised her arm towards the horde of chickens, which by now had thousands of the animals, aiming to the obvious leader, which looked back at Lix with eyes empty of any emotion. Of the hand covered on blue gloves, a purple thunder eructed into existence and made it is way towards the Giant Chicken itself, ready to extinguish such creature of the realm of the living.

The Purple Thunder was almost as fast like the light, not allowing the Giant Chicken to cover, hide or avoid the attack of the Dragon Girl, a smile appeared on Lix lips as she already dreamed of cook such opponent.

That same smile froze on her face as the Purple Thunder take a completely different direction, avoiding the Giant Chicken, the Lesser ones, all the trees on it is way, and came to hit a completely innocent barn, making it exploit and catch green magic fire.

Lix left eye twitched as the Giant Chicken stared at her like it was expecting something more impressive.

-…… but of course the Giant Chicken it is immune to Magic, why would not it? My luck it is just like That!- Lix complained to nobody in particular, seriously planning on just drop on the floor and wait for her destiny to finally arrive. Yet the part of her brain that still wanted to live gave another idea.

Instead of turning around, Lix started to run following the same path that the Purple Thunder did, avoiding the Giant Chicken, of course, and before long the pursuit started again, but with a slightly different approach.

Lix was not trying to run outside the farm territory, instead she was running to the barn that was burning down, casually near the center of the territory. Avoiding the trees and the lesser chickens, Lix started to run around the fire, and subsequently, the horde of chickens followed her example and run on circles around the flames.

The seconds turn onto minutes, and minutes turn on hours as the pursuit continued on circles, Lix felt each step being slightly more painful than the last, but slowly, her plans started to show results.

It started with the lower ranks, the weakest of course, one by one, then two, and without warning three at once, the middle ranks hold a bit better, but in the end they could not stand a chance, and finally, the leader and bigger problem hold it is ground with such ferocity that Lix almost felt respect, almost, he was the last one still holding but the signs were obvious already, it was going to fall like all the others.

Lix turned her head slowly, running at a seemingly slower rate, just to see the state of what once was the Leader of a Horde she could not imagine to win against. A evil smile cracked on her face unconsciously.

Fast breathings, the Giant Chicken was breathing quickly and loudly, it pace was not like before, it was moving slowly, each of it is steps was probably an hell of agony on it is own right, it eyes, usually with no emotions on them, were now filled on equal parts with determination and a tired feeling, the last becoming the dominant when, while taking another step, the Giant Chicken tripped, causing a loud noise accompanied by a small cloud of dirt, around it and all over of what remained of the barn skeleton was the entire horde of chickens.

With a wide smile of pure arrogance, Lix laughed loudly, mocking the animals, since they failed to realize their own weaknesses.

-HAHA! You dumb thing! Those feathers may protect you of the cold and my magic! But you will obviously overheat if you stay too much time around a fire!- each of Lix words was charged with pride and arrogance, mocking the enemy that once made her blood freeze without a second thought

The Giant Chicken seemed to want to tell something, yet the forces left on it is body did not allowed it to.

-caw…….-

Yet, Lix laugh and arrogant speech was cut completely by a simple sound, a sound that made a freezing chill pass across her back, making her not want to turn around, but again, she needed to, if death was coming for her, then she wanted to greet her properly.

What she found out did not disappoint her, or rather to say, it make her curse internally.

Thousands upon thousands of lesser chicken had gathered around the burned barn skeleton, forming almost a perfect circle around the horde last stand.

Taking a deep breath, Lix invoked a blue current of fire, setting the skeleton of the barn once again on arcane fire, and stepped inside it without a second thought, curling in the middle of the barn and watching the lesser chickens throwing themselves and falling to the ground on an effort to reach her, obviously without result.

-This is fine….-said Lix, with empty eyes while “enjoying” the view in front of her.

-The next day-

- What in the name of…..?- the farmer said, looking around with eyes of confusion and curiosity.

Around the few remaining pieces of a barn, were thousands upon thousands of chickens in the floor, still breathing, yet motionless and completely dizzies, and next to the barn skeleton, was a single giant chicken that could very well stop over a cow.

-ah….- to the Farmer, that was far from what he was expecting to see, even more when a humanoid figure raised of the ashes inside the structure, and walked to meet him and his daughter-… oh! It is you!-

The Farmer tried to make a smile, yet he had a difficult time doing that in front of the figure in front of him.

-yeah…- Lix tired voice escaped of her lips more like a groan than anything else, her clothes were covered in ashes and slightly burn, her face was dirty and had ashes as well, along some bags under her eyes, either of tiredness or anything else- problem solved-

To Lix, that had to stay up completely vigilant the entire night and half of a day without blinking to ensure none chicken entering on her perimeter, the view of the farmer and his daughter was the sign of a job well done.

-ah… well, actually no, our farm it is more over there- answered the Farmer, pointing to the west- I am actually a Fish Farmer, but recently there have been a black cat eating my fishes, so could you please push him away? I do not want the bad luck, but he is kind of cute, so I just want to move him elsewhere-

After the explanation, Lix and the Farmer looked each other in complete silence, until Lix placed her hand on the Farmer shoulder.

-You are a Chicken Farmer now- said Lix, on a clear voice.

-wa-wait what? No… I am a fish farmer and- the Farmer started to argue thought.

-You are a Chicken Farmer now- repeated Lix, adding some force to the hand on his shoulder.

-no… no I am not, I do not even know what Chickens eat and…. Uh, sorry that it is hurting me- once again, the Farmer tried to explain himself.

-You are a Chicken Farmer now- without changing her tone in the slightest, Lix repeated those words, her other hand catching the free shoulder of the Farmer.

-Bu- but my family…. My family have been fish farmers for generations and….- before the Farmer could continue his argument, he felt the hands of Lix adding more and more force to the grip on his shoulders, and while her smile showed a kind and noble smile, the Farmer was pretty sure Lix was not having thought anywhere near none of those thing.

-YOU.ARE.A.CHICKEN.FARMER.NOW- Lix voice was deep and commanding this time, leaving out of question if was a request or not.

-Ye… yes ma´am, I am- the Farmer accepted his new occupation reluctantly, besides, ¿how different could chickens be of fishes?

After settling the minor details, Lix turned to see the daughter of the Farmer, which without wasting a second gave her a paper that had a simple drawing of Lix. Lix take it and save it on her cloak.

-a pleasure doing business with you- said Lix.

-The pleasure was all mine- answered the girl, on a sweet soft tone.

Finally free of the chains of her job, Lix started to walk around without looking back, setting course to the next town in which take a job.

-meow?-

Lix sensitive ears allowed her to follow the source of the sudden sound, finding a black cat making it is way towards the now officially chicken farm. Lix gazed at the black cat for a couple of second before deciding her next movement.

Lix started to run towards the opposite direction.

#my art #request #Z Request #Gift #AU #Lix Le-Shade #Chickens #Mini-Fic

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lukalovesyou · 5 years

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Reddie Playlist

Hey! Ok so I’ve been working on this Reddie playlist for a while now and I’ve finally decided to put it out! It’s available on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube. This 45 song playlist is takes you from before It ch 1 until after It ch 2 and it’s pretty much just Richie’s perspective with Eddie’s sprinkled in. It works best if you listen to it full way through without shuffling it, it’s supposed to tell a story! I’m gonna leave a guideline to everything under the links to the playlists so you can follow along if you want! I really hope you guys enjoy, please leave me feedback because I’d love that! Special thanks to my girlfriend @jivs-jam for helping me find songs and for owning the Apple Music Playlist. Another thanks to my sister for listening to it through with me before I put it out and to you for listening!

Here it is!!

~Storyline~

Key:

•Richies POV

•Eddies POV

•Both POV

•important song

•song quote

By your side by Mellah

This song is meant to establish their friendship as it’s the beginning of the playlist. Richie and Eddie are best friends, obviously, and they always have each other’s back.

“You need not ask me for more ‘cause friend I’d give you it all, to have and to hold, when you’re down, when you fall”

La Lune by Madeon ft. Dan Smith

Richie is beginning to feel differently about Eddie as he’s getting older even thought nothings really changed between them. He can’t pinpoint what’s wrong but he’s worried about the change.

“Does it matter if we change? Does it matter at all? Don’t you worry about me, Friend, don’t you worry at all”

could this be love? By saturn 17

Richie realizes that his feelings towards Eddie are no longer simply friendly and have crossed over into crush territory. He notices everything Eddie does and he absolutely admires him. By the end he’s trying to push it down and convince himself his feelings aren’t real.

“I’ve never felt like this before. Oh, I’ve never had this feeling till I saw her. She’s making me feel like this could be love, but who knows, could it be love?”

Walking All Day by Graham Coxon

Pretty much just Riche doing anything to make Eddie smile or laugh. He just wants to be near him 🥺

“Walkin’ all day with my mouth on fire trying to get talkin’ to you”

Wonderwall by Oasis

Richie wants to tell Eddie everything he feels but he can’t.

“Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me cause after all, you’re my wonderwall”

Sleepover by Hayley Kiyoko

Richie wants him and Eddie to be more than friends but he knows he can’t tell Eddie that. Like in La Lune, they are doing things they would usually do, like have sleepovers and such, but it all feels different now.

“Even when you’re next to me it’s not the way I’m picturing, no.”

Why Not Me by Alexander Rybak

Richie is happy that they’re friends but he wants more. He’s distraught that he isn’t what Eddie might want.

“You wonder who your date will be. I wonder, Katherine, why not me?”

Daisy by Zedd

Eddie is beginning to catch feelings for Richie as well. He acknowledges how troubled Richie seems and wishes he could tell him just how much he means to him.

“Let me show you how a kiss should taste. Trust me, I won’t give your heart away. Why you running, running, when I’ve got it right here? Oh, I would love you if you let me.”

Space Age Love Song by A Flock Of Seagulls

Just imagine Richie and Eddie doin cute shit like going to a museum or whateva and falling for each other even more without the other one knowing 😌

“I saw your eyes and you touched my mind, although it took a while, I was falling in love.”

Your Love Song, Pt. 2 by HUNNY

I usually just imagine Richie singing to this song in his room thinking about Eddie but for the purpose of this playlist, Richie is finding it harder to mask his feeling. Eddie seems to be vibing, though, so Richie begins to think he might just have a shot.

“Baby, I want to be part of your love song. Maybe I already am.”

Boyfriend by Big Time Rush

This is self explanatory (and self indulgent.) Richie isn’t saying this to Eddie bUt he’s hyping himself up so he can finally ask Eddie out.

“Don’t be scared to come, put your trust in me. Can’t you see? All I really wanna be is your boyfriend.”

Jenny by Studio Killers

This is the get together song!! Richie finally tells Eddie how he feels and Eddies gay ass obviously recuperates his feelings. I personally imagine them in their Freshman year of high school when this takes place, just to put things into perspective.

“I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead. I don’t know how to say this cause you’re really my dearest friend.”

I Wanna Waste My Time on You by The Crookes

This is the beginning of the “Honeymoon” phase of their relationship, a theme that prevails for the next few songs (until Yellow Cloud). They spend every second with each other, more than normal. It’s just a feel good new love type song. The idea of escapism is started here and prevails until the end of their teenage years.

“I wanna waste my time on you, waste my time on you. Spinning round the skyline, when everything was new.”

Lay By Me by firekid

Another song in the “Honeymoon” phase. Very wholesome and cute, just two idiots in love.

“I’ll show you the world tonight as long as you say you’re mine.”

Talk Too Much by COIN

Richie’s a Trashmouth. That’s it. You can imagine they’re on a date, idk I just had to do it to em.

“You know I talk too much. Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up.”

Yellow Cloud by Trixie Mattel

As they become more serious and as they get deeper into their teenage years, Eddie dreams of getting out of Derry with Richie in tow. The “Honeymoon” phase of being overly clingy may be over, but they love each other just as much as before.

“When we’re older, we stay the same. Couple of losers who won the game.”

Everlong by Foo Fighters

Richie wants nothing to ever change between them, but he’s afraid that he might do something wrong, his inner insecurities attacking him. He just wants everything to work out, and Eddie assures him it will.

“And I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again.”

Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys

Richie and Eddie talk about the future outside of Derry.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long. And wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong?”

Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

I imagine this song as their first Homecoming dance together, probably around their Sophmore year of high school. Richie is hyping up his boyfriends obviously. You can take this song with its intended meaning but they babies so 🥺 imma pretend I didn’t hear that.

“Come on Eileen. Oh I swear, at this moment you mean everything.”

Two Men in Love by The Irrepressibles

They feel so deeply in love as the relationship slowly builds and they plan on running away with each other after they graduate. I also imaging them coming out to the losers about their relationship in this song.

“There’s a strange love inside, it’s getting louder, and louder, and louder, and louder, and louder. There’s a danger I can’t hide. Who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am. I’m in love.”

Roman Holiday by Halsey

Richie gets his licence during his Junior year and they escape Derry for the weekend. This also symbolizes Eddie’s wish to run away with Richie and how that want keeps getting stronger.

“Feet first, don’t fall, or we’ll be running again.”

Eddie Baby by Felix Hagan & the Family

This boy is in love. That’s it. Oh and it’s like near the end of Junior year.

“Oh Eddie, baby, Won’t you come to my arms tonight? I beg and plead you please succumb to my charms tonight.”

18 by One Direction

It’s their Senior year and Eddie gets accepted into a good school out of state. Eddie promises to visit/write/call Richie until Richie has enough money to leave Derry and join Eddie. They both reflect on their relationship over past few years.

“All I can do is say that these arms were made for holding you. I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 18.”

Eddie My Love by The Chordettes

Richie writes Eddie a letter after he leaves for college. Eddie obviously doesn’t get it, and if he did he still wouldn’t have known who Richie was.

“Eddie, please write me one line. Please tell me your love is still only mine. Please, Eddie, since you’ve been gone.”

Malibu 1992 by COIN

Richie and Eddie “break up”, aka Richie never hears from Eddie again and he accepts that he’s probably never gonna hear from him again. Richie convinces himself that Eddie has grown tired of him. He revisits the Kissing Bridge and mourns the loss of his relationship. He tries to convince himself that he’s over Eddie but he knows he can’t be.

“Oh, I did it again, I did it again. Oh I did it again, I must still want you. Our names carved in the pavement, sealed by what’s left of our handprints, now.”

Slow Dances by Winnetka Bowling Leauge

Richie is leaving Derry to pursue standup in California. As he drives away from his hometown he thinks of Eddie one last time. Then he forgets.

“That’s how I knew you, talking with your fast hands, saving all your slow dances. I wish I was there with you.”

La Belle Femme by HUNNY

Twenty One years have gone by since Richie left Derry and Twenty Seven years have gone by since Pennywise terrorized the Losers Club. Richie gets his call from Mike and remembers all the losers- especially Eddie. He remembers his crush but not their relationship. While he doesn’t think he still likes him, he mourns the “lost opportunities” from decades ago.

“What I would do if I was with you in the other room. Dreaming of you, is all I can do, from the other room.”

Sober Up by AJR

Once he sees Eddie again, he’s like “shit I’m still gay” and drinks a shit ton of alcohol, so basically just what happens in the movie. He also reflects on all he remembers now, not just stuff about Eddie but the losers in general.

“Won’t you help me sober up? Growing up, it made me numb, and I wanna feel something again.”

Happily by One Direction

Best way to summarize this is “Wait Eddie you got married? You mean to like a woman?”. Richie is pretty much just jealous of Myra and he wishes he could have Eddie to himself.

“I know you wanna leave, so c’mon baby, be with me so happily.”

Self Control by DallasK

As they return to the townhouse, Richie knows in his mind that both he and Eddie need to leave before Richie does something he’ll regret, especially because Eddie is married. He never verbalizes it.

“I wanna hold you close but I keep telling myself that you should run away cause you got somebody else.”

Parking Lot by HUNNY

Richie’s upset over missed opportunities. He wants nothing more than to be with Eddie but he know he can’t. Unbeknownst to him, he’s wasting his time with Eddie by worrying over lost time.

“I should’ve kissed that girl in the parking lot, I never told her what I wanted to say. I could’ve cracked my head in the parking lot, you never know.”

Raspberry by Grouplove

Eddie has feelings for Richie and gets flustered over him as if he were a teenager again. He tries to explain it away and rationalize it in his mind.

“Cause I was walking in a dream, what you mean? How you been? I never knew I’d get so red.”

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

They are about to go against Pennywise for the second and final time. They both mentally promise themselves that when/if they get out of there alive they’re gonna confess their feelings to each other. They can’t waste anymore time withholding how they feel.

“And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever, ans if you only hold me tight, we’ll be holding on forever.”

Fight for Me by Barrett Wilbert Weed (Heathers)

Eddie believes he killed Pennywise and Richie has never felt more in love in his life. He wants Eddie, nothing more and nothing less. He wants to make him and Eddie work. Then like Pennywise is homophobic or whateva.

“And hey, could you face the crowd? Could you be seen with me and still act proud? Hey, could you hold my hand and could you carry me through no mans land?”

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Richie confesses his feelings for Eddie to Eddie before he dies.

“Please don’t go, Please don’t go. I love you so, I love you so.”

Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Eddie wants to tell Richie that he feels the same and he knows he doesn’t have a lot of time left.

“I cried in the afterlife. I cry hard because I have died and you’re alive”

Smarter Ways Of Saying It by HUNNY

This is the death song. I don’t know what else to say besides I’m sad.

“I ask you to hold my hand as we fall asleep and I forget your face.”

(I Just) Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew

Eddie is dead and he regrets so much in the afterlife :(( my heart </3

“Oh, i just died in your arms tonight, it must’ve been something you said.”

Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol

Richie is in denial about Eddies death and he has to be dragged out of Neibolt. So just think of the “we gotta get him outta here” scene.

“Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine and we'll walk from this dark room for the last time. Every minute from this minute now we can do what we like anywhere. I want so much to open your eyes cause I need you to look into mine.”

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Richie regrets not making good use of time and he blames himself for Eddie’s death as the losers comfort him in the quarry.

“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness.”

Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy

Richie re-carves R+E into the Kissing Bridge and remembers everything. All his childhood/teenage memories, all the good and bad times, but most importantly he remembers his relationship with Eddie. He leaves Derry, still remembering everything even after he arrives back in California. He wishes Eddie could have gone home with him.

“I’ve got those Jet Pack Blues. Fight off the light tonight and just stay with me. Honey, don’t you leave.”

In This Shirt by The Irrepressibles

Richie wishes he can tell Eddie just how much he means to him. All he has to comfort him once he gets back home is some of Eddies belonging that he took with him, including a few of his hoodies.

“In this shirt I can be you, to be near you, for a while.”

Take On Me (MTV Unplugged) by a-ha

Richie is beginning to go through all the stages of grief and is slowly coming to terms with Eddies death.

“I’m odds and ends but I’ll be stumbling away slowly learning that life is ok.”

Letter by Mother Mother

Richie uses writing as a way to cope, whether it’s writing his own comedy routines (finally) or writing Eddie letters that he knows will never get to him no matter how hard he tries.

“I miss my lover, yeah I write letter everyday. The only thing is that my lover don’t ever write me.”

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

Richie has finally come to terms with Eddies passing and has begun to live his life like he normally would, the only difference being the support he now has from his friends. He still thinks about Eddie daily, however, and still loves him all the same. He could never forget him.

“But I swear I won't forget you. Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, ‘Oh darling, I wish you were here’”

Thank you if you’ve made it this far!! I really hope you enjoyed!! I have an Alternate version of this playlist I’m gonna finalize and put out soon. Anyways have an amazing day/night! Again, I hope you enjoyed!

#reddie #it #it stephen king #it by stephen king #richie #richie tozier #eddie #eddie kaspbrak #it chap 1 #it chapter one #it ch 1 #it chap 2 #it chapter 2 #it ch 2 #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #reddie playlist #luka’s playlists #luka’s reddie playlist

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thorofasgard007 · 5 years

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Casting my WIP: “Blade of Penance Volume I: Bore of Great Sacrifice”

Haven’t posted anything in a while thought I would put up a fun game for us aspiring authors out there. My first draft nears completion. Just a the final fight, “mop-up” and a couple appendices to write. Hoping to be done this week while I am on vacation. *fingers crossed*

Anyway, I saw a YouTube video posted by an authortuber I follow named Kim Chance where she went through the dream casting of her newest book Seeker (soon to be released here is the video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5Rmhm8HhE8). I was thinking while I was running some errands earlier today I should do something similar. If my novel(s) ever get made into a movie whom would I cast as each character? So I decided to post that here and see what other authors/aspiring authors would cast as their characters. Name the character, a brief description of them, then the actor/actress and why you would cast them.

Here are the rules: #1) You have to use the actors/actresses as they are TODAY. No using “Early 80′s Arnold” or Clint Eastwood like he was when he played Dirty Harry. It also goes without saying you can’t use actors that have retired from acting or passed away. #2) If there is a seminal movie/tv show in your genre you cannot use actors from that franchise. Since this rule can really make things difficult you can use up to TWO exceptions to rule #2. Since my WIP is epic fantasy both actors from Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies and Game of Thrones are disqualified.

Okay here we go.

Dorath:

The father of my hero Kaaldor. A former general and hero of the Battle of Gos. The last scion of the House of Dranus who’s progenitor alongside Ka’Reyus The Elven Warrior King lead the Great Liberation against the Dragon Rule of Rab Yangin 500 years ago. Few either human or elf could match his skill with the blade save maybe one.

At first I thought of The Most Electrifying Man in Sports Entertainment: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. I even used his physique as a bit of a template when I was doing up his character model. However in the end I thought he should be cast a bit younger (Don’t hit me with the People’s Elbow Rock.)

Therefore I will use one of my exceptions early and go with Aquaman, aka Kahl Drogo, Mr. Jason Mamoa.

Ka’Reyus:

The Elven Warrior King and Grandfather to my hero. Unquestionably the greatest warrior alive. Has gone unmatched in swordsmanship for over 500 years. Single headedly fought and slew three dragons at once. Him and Dranus (Dorath’s ancestor) tag-teamed to slay the corrupted dragon lord Rab Yangin to free the continent of Kalis from drake rule. Is Dorath his equal as a warrior??? SPOILERS :)

For him I batted around a few choices including Liam Neeson and Russel Crowe of course cgi would have to be used to size them down because as an elf Ka’Reyus was only 5 feet tall.

I finally decided on Wolverine himself (aka Jean ValJean, aka PT Barnum) Hugh Jackman.

(Yes this is an older pic... but I wanted one of him as Wolverine :) )

Princess Almelphia:

Mother of Kaaldor. Only child of Ka’Reyus. The unchallenged beauty of Elvendom. All the nobility compete for her attention not only for her beauty but that whomever she chose as her husband would be the likely successor to the elven throne. She is also is the only member of the royal house with any magical ability, even though it is just limited to reading the memories left behind on things/people that she touches. While my hero was growing up she always called him her “little champion” and he did everything he could to live up to that title.

She was a tough choice. If I wanted to use my second exception I would have chosen The Khalessi herself Emilia Clarke but considering Jason Mamoa is Dorath… that may be a little much. I also considered Miranda Otto (aka Eowyn) but again didn’t want to use my second exception. Therefore I decided to go with Jenna Coleman aka Clara Oswald from Dr. Who, and Queen Victoria on Victoria.

Here she is from the “Robin Hood Episode” of Dr. Who so you could see how she would look in a fantasy setting.

Ka’Vatch:

Lifelong friend of Ka’Reyus and Elvul Ka’s(the elven nation’s) foremost smith. Him and Ka’Reyus both learned their weaponry by working his father’s forge. Growing up Kaaldor learned from Ka’Vatch at the same forge. To be a great warrior you must both know your weapons and then know yourself. The weapons part started with Ka’Vatch after an 8 year old Kaaldor hid in his smith from bullies that didn’t like that he was half human.

For him I thought about Michael Ironside. Granted you usually see him as a bad guy (and he plays a great villain, especially with his voice work... if they ever do a live action version of Darkseid they should have him reprise the role from his voice work on Superman: TAS etc). However age is a factor. Therefor I chose Josh Brolin aka Thanos… aka Cable.

Ka’Draoi: (pronounced Ka’ DREE, gotta love Gaelic)

Grand Thaumaturge of Elvul Ka’ and one of the world’s most powerful wizards. He draws his power from the Blue Flame like all elves and fought along side Ka’Reyus and Dranus in The Great Liberation. Being such a long time friend of the king he can often get away with breaches of proper decorum and has been known to have a bit of a ...shall we say “unique” sense of humour.

My original choice for this role was of course Sean Connery... but he has been retired from acting for some time. I thought about Terrance Stamp (aka General Zod from Superman II, my all time favourite movie villain) but decided against it. I didn’t want to use another exception or to be seen as him being a Gandalf clone so no Sir Ian McKellan.

In the end I chose another James Bond Pierce Brosnan, he can command the regal presence and wisdom Ka’Draoi needs, plus have the comic timing to pull off the sense of humour needed.

Ok. That covers Kaaldor’s family and the elves. Now lets move on to some more human characters.

Admiral Jagaran:

He is the Admiral of the Palan fleet (the main villain nation of the story) and in command of its new flagship The Jorgmundr (a ship completely made of dragonbone). He is a very skilled warrior, especially at see and a cunning strategist. He always takes the most straightforward path to victory whether it is an honourable choice or not. However he has been known to let his ego get the better of him.

My first choice was Peter Wingfield. Highlander fans will recognise him as Methos from the 90′s Highlander TV series. (As a point of trivia I watched some of Methos’ sword fights on the series to map out some of this character’s move sets). However he has apparently retired from acting and at last report was pursuing a career in medicine.

So instead I went with Rome’s Ray Stevenson, he has been in many other things but I mostly know him as Titus Pullo on Rome, Volstagg from the MCU and as Frank Castle in Punisher: War Zone (I should dust that one off I haven’t watched it in a while)

Anonyus:

The Mage assigned to the Jorgmundr. Although he technically outranks Jagaran as he is a mage his role on the ship is similar to that of a “political officer” on the old Soviet ships. He is your classic sadist that makes King Joffrey and Reese Bolton look like boy scouts. He prefers to invoke fear in his adversaries of what he may do than to actually inflict the pain.

For him I went back to the MCU and chose Tom Hiddleston, aka Loki. I just love him as a villain.

(Point of trivia... he originally auditioned for the part of Thor... go fig because he was so good as Loki.)

Armorton:

The chief slave-driver on The Jorgmundr, and a sadist son of a... gun (trying to keep this PG) in his own right. He takes perverse pleasure in publicly and brutally executing slaves that can no longer work in the bowels of the ship... or just make an example of. As he is more a hand to hand brute than a swordsman I went with a wrestler/actor for him. Dave Bautista from Guardians of the Galaxy (gee I am pulling a lot from the MCU) and Spectre, also a former WWE Champion.

Ok... let’s get away from the villains for a bit.

Dex:

The classic dashing rogue. Thinks he is “the pyres” gift to women and even names his lockpicks after his conquests. Never met a maiden he didn’t want to hit on. Or a full coin-purse he didn’t want to cut. Always ready with a witty retort but also willing to help when he sees something unjust. Kaaldor sometimes sees him as his best friend... and other times wants to punch him. But they somehow make it work as they defend the village of Belieret from the warlord Tyv.

This character needs the comic timing that only Ryan Reynolds can provide. I have been a fan of his since he was in Blade: Trinity (not as bad as everybody says) and he was dead on casting as Deadpool.

Klok:

A Baegian merchant that is one of the few in Belieret willing to learn how to fight to protect his new home. His own brother betrayed him when the Baegian King became a vassal for Q’Rab The Sorcerer King of Palis and Klok began to speak ill of the new regime. He couldn’t let hit happen again with Tyv.

I have chosen a bit of an odd choice. A TV actor named Alimi Ballard. He has been on many TV shows but I mostly remember him as David Sinclair on Numb3rs.

Ok lets do some more villains then we will go for the Hero and Heroine.

Tyv:

The warlord that is pulling the old extortion racket on the village of Belieret. He blames Ka’Reyus for ***SPOILERS***. Little do the villagers know he is just a cog in the machinery of one of Q’Rab’s plans. In the meantime he plans to take his revenge on Ka’Reyus by sending him Kaaldor’s head.

For this I am going cast Clancy Brown, mostly because he played my #2 all time favourite movie villain The Kurgan in Highlander. You would also recognise him from The Shawshank Redemption and Starship Troopers. He as also done a lot of voice work, including Lex Luthor for Superman: TAS, Savage Oppress on Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Mr. Krabs on SpongeBob SquarePants (lol).

Hespera:

Apprentice to the Sorcerer Q’Rab and Master/Mistress to Anonyus. She suffers no failure and many of her apprentices have felt her wrath. None have lived to tell the tale. Her vanity is her weakness and although devoted to Q’Rab for centuries she has been known to have her own machinations to undermine his plans. You only briefly see her in the first book... but I plan to have her take a much larger role in book 2.

For her... if she is willing to be a redhead my first choice is Wonder Woman herself Gal Gadot. She can be both regal, the flirt to ensnare men but then switch gears to be something menacing all at once.

(come on I had to choose a Wonder Woman pic... all the world is waiting for you... and the powers you possess :) )

Q’Rab:

Sorcerer King of Palis and has ruled for over 200 years. He draws his power from the Black Flame and rarely gets his hands dirty himself but is always a Master of Puppets pulling strings from afar. All under his rule are fanatically devoted to him. Whenever he is mentioned they finish the sentence with “May his reign be eternal”. It has yet to be determined who is the more powerful wizard if him and Ka’Draoi were to meet in a duel, and the true goal of his plans while he is at war with the nation of Corlot are ****SPOILERS****. His origins are ***SPOILERS***.

For him I went with a bit of an odd choice, I needed a classical type of actor but one that wasn’t your standard English baddie. I went with Alexander Siddig. While best known as Dr. Bashir on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, he also has a long movie and TV career including 24, Gotham on the small screen and Kingdom of Heaven and The Nativity Story on the big screen. If he can pull off both The Angel Gabriel and Ra’s Al Ghul he can pull of Q’Rab. (Note: As he was also Doran Tyrell on Game of Thrones... he is my second exception)

Ok... you are saying enough with the villains. Fine lets get to the main event. My hero and heroine. First the Heroine:

Renna:

Daughter of the captain of The Divine Lady, the ship that Kaaldor is a passenger on when The Jorgmundr strikes. While able to fight for herself knows when she is out of her depth and instead fits into the facilitator role to get Kaaldor what he needs to win. She can also act as the diplomat to Kaaldor’s brute force as she knows not every problem can best be solved by the right amount of smashing. She is not the damsel in distress like Lois Lane that always needs a Superman to rescue her, but she also knows she doesn’t have to be Xena to be strong either.

This one was a hard choice... The aforementioned Jenna Coleman was a strong contender at one point. I also considered Rosa Salazar (loved her in Alita Battle Angel) however in the end (maybe because I just did a binge watch of Cobra Kai over the Labour Day Weekend) I chose Mary Mouser (Samantha LaRusso on Cobra Kai). Her look is the right combo of innocence, beauty and strength which is what you need to play Renna.

Finally.

Kaaldor:

The hero of the story. Half-elf and half human. Trained by his grandfather since he was eight years old to be a warrior without equal. He was even able to fight Ka’Reyus to a draw. Though of the elvish royal family very few fully accept him as part of elvish society. He can never let an injustice stand and sometimes gets himself deep in a bad situation by acting without thinking. But still is the one willing to act when others are too scared to. In the end he must complete his quest to ***SPOILERS***

For him I originally thought of Daniel Cudmore, I best remember him as Colossus in X-Men 2 and X-Men 3 (boy did three SUCK). However in the end thought a Hemsworth was a better fit. Not Chris (Thor)… but Liam (Expendables 2, The Hunger Games). (Note: He will probably have to bulk up a bit as when I wrote the character I was thinking “Early 80′s Arnold”)

Well There you go... It was a lot of fun going through this. For all you authors/aspiring authors out there... lets see your own lists. Use the Tag below. :)

#castingmyWIP #jenna moreci

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2 4 8 13 14 18 22 29 33/34 36 37 40 41 44 48 55 69 76 80 82 94 95 98? Sorry if that's a lot sfhsghsh there were so many to choose from!! U can skip some if u want

SDFHSJKDL NAH DUDE UR SO FINE I APPRECIATE U GIVIN ME SO MANY TO ANSWER !!! 🤠🤙🏻 I’m gonna throw this under a cut just bc. I Talk A Lot

2. is your room messy or clean?

HHHHH i’d say its more on the messy side lmao like its not too awful bad but i am rly bad about having The Chair™ that i pile all my worldly possessions on

4. do you like your name? why?

ive honestly never rly liked it lmao emily was apparently like one of the most popular baby names for girls in ‘97 so from grade school through college ive always been one of like at least 2 or 3 emily’s in each class kjhkjhfkj thats why i mostly prefer to go by emmy

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?

i drive a 2002 ford taurus named tori and she’s my silver babby. she’s a very good car and i plaster her in as many bumper stickers as i can get my hands on

13. any siblings?

ye! one older brother. he’s like a cartoonishly stereotypical stoner but he’s chill so we get along

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

HMMM ive always thought colorado would be nice? i love mountains and i love cold weather and i feel like theres enough cities that id have an ok chance of getting a job in my field. somewhere in scandinavia might also be nice bc once again i like the cold and also ive heard their healthcare slaps

18. favorite tv show?

OOF idk if i could pick one fav but some I’m rly into and find myself rewatching a lot are scrubs, bojack horseman, its always sunny, archer, and dexter

22. do you go to the gym?

i do when I’m on campus just bc my school has a rly nice gym with a good running track but if I’m back home like over breaks and stuff ill just run outside. i sometimes go to the yoga/pilates classes my mom teachers at her local gym but thats about it

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?

HHHHH well. the main thing that came to mind was 3 years ago when i was driving and took a turn too fast and accidentally crashed into the front of a lady’s car….obv i didn’t mean to do it but i definitely was being reckless thinking i could make the turn. i totaled her car (i was driving a mustang at the time and those mfers are built like tanks so only our fender got dented but her entire front end was crushed) but luckily everyone was physically ok. i def learned my lesson about being a dumbass and also don’t fuck w rwd cars anymore lmao…even to this day thinking about how badly i couldve hurt her makes me shudder and i haven’t been in a wreck since

33. favorite actor?

idk if i can pick a fav but dfhjshgkjsdf i rly like samuel l. jackson, jason bateman, and paul rudd

34. favorite actress?

HHHHHHH i love so many actresses it’d probably be impossible to narrow it down but ive been rewatching ahs coven recently and it reminded me how much i love angela bassett and jessica lange 😩❤️

36. favorite movie?

kjghdsgjsk IM SRY IM PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE OF NARROWING ANYTHING DOWN TO ONE BUT,,, some of my consistent all times favs are the kill bill movies and the kingsman movies

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

i dont tbh i did when i was a kid but i always abandon books halfway through whenever i try nowadays,, i think the last book i read was the kite runner and its definitely one of my favs. i also like p much all of toni morrison’s books but beloved was my fav of hers

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?

i think only twice??? once when i was RLY young for something i don’t even remember and again when i was still p young to get my tonsils out lmao

41. top 10 favorite songs

OOF ok favorites are so hard for me but some songs ive loved for a rly long time and always come back to are nightdrive with you (fear of tigers remix) by anoraak, countdown by beyonce, song of the sea by cake bake betty, surrender by cheap trick, bubbly by colbie caillat, ferrari by coyote kisses, that green gentleman by panic! at the disco, nightswimming by R.E.M., if it makes you happy by sheryl crow, and punk rock girl by the dead milkmen

44. what is your biggest fear?

JHDFKJLSHKJSGFK ok this is kinda morbid but like i have this specific fear of someone close to me dying and it depressing me so much that i like, am not able to finish school and pursue my career and i get like totally trapped as a result of grief that sustains itself by constantly reminding me that said dead person would be disappointed in me for quitting. Sweats Loudly

48. who is your role model?

prob my mom tbh which i know is. Cheesy but like. she’s been through so much shit and still came out the other end of it as this unconditionally compassionate and capable person and i just. thats what i wanna be

55. what is your dream job?

honestly this might sound sad but like? literally anything that doesn’t make me wanna die and pays well enough that i can pay my bills and have a little fun on the side?????? obv some kinda art career but as for what specifically I’m rly not picky tbh jfghjhf all i know is that id wanna work for a company as opposed to freelancing

69. do you play an instrument?

nope dkljhfsdjk im not musically talented in any way shape or form

76. what color looks best on you?

black or tie dye, no in between

80. what is your biggest pet peeve?

probably just like? super negative people. like people that go out of their way to find negativity and complain about other things or people and have no desire to look on the bright side or enjoy the little things. like chill dude. we’re all just here to have a good time

82. favorite ice cream flavor?

HMMM i rly love pecan praline ice cream !!!

94. favorite lyrics right now

i honestly rly like the chorus from help yourself by sad brad smith,, “I know you’ll help us when you’re feeling better, and we realize that it might not be for a long, long time, but we’re willing to wait on you, we believe in everything that you can do, if you could only lay down your mind”

it just. makes me Soft. it reminds me of the ppl in my life that believe in me unconditionally and are patient with me and how grateful i am to have them and all the people that i love and believe in too and. Yeah 😩❤️

95. summer or winter?

winter 100% i HATE heat and sweating plus like 90% of my wardrobe is cold weather clothes fdljhksjkdh

98. favorite month?

HMMM probably november? its usually like the transition from fall to winter so you get that really nice crisp fall weather that flows into the super cold hot cocoa weather that i loooooveee

#txt #abt

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Ed The Boxer - My entrance

2 years ago, I was on a dry spell. Not many things were coming for me despite I had a lot of experience writing music for some of the most major AAA-developers in Japan like Konami, Bandai Namco, Sega, Suda 51′s Grasshopper Manufacture and CAPCOM. I was hoping 2017 would be the year I would finally see some changes to my life.

I received a phone-call at the end of 2016, asking me if I wanted to work and write music for the introduction movie for Tekken 7 and I was so happy to hear that they would consider me. I did let them know about my holiday schedule and what days I would be outside Japan and I was promised that it would start once I got back home. But right before I left for my holidays as usual to Bali, a last minute cancellations happened and that my schedule conflicted with theirs.

I thought I’ve missed one of my biggest dreams of all time, to be one of the first Swedes to write music for a Tekken game of all time. (However, there was another Swedish band on the soundtrack who wrote and performed a song called “Vrede” (Wrath in english) for Lars Alexandersson’s character theme-song. But I didn’t know this until I heard the Swedish Radio P3 gameshow “P3 SPEL” with host Angelica Norgren, do an interview segment about the Swedes who ended up in writing music in Tekken 7. I don’t really go out looking for interviews, but I know I’ve been on nobody’s radar since working in Japan makes me and all the people I worked with a little bit paranoid due to all the NDA’s we have to sign once we start working on a project. That’s why I haven’t posted anything due to the process of that once I’m done producing a piece of music, it is no longer mine. It is the property of the client.

So I wasn’t sure how I would go about it since my major release of Resident Evil 6 and one of the most popular tunes from that game was Mercenaries, it went viral on YouTube. I didn’t feel I needed to pursue and tell them who wrote that song, because I’m so obviously hoping people were doing the re-search and credit the right people. But when I found out that they credited the wrong people, that’s when I thought: - “Somewhere, there got to be a limit, and when people are wrong about the sources and I have the original material to prove it, I should be able to call out for corrections of the YouTube material. I’m not doing it to boast myself, right should be right.”

It’s fun when people talk about music, but when the composer/producer doesn’t receive recognition, that’s where I say ENOUGH. It should be easy as breathing. That PERSON wrote THAT song.

It took 4 years to get my next biggest project since I finished Resident Evil 6. I missed the opportunity to write for Tekken 7. I felt I was down and out. 3 weeks earlier before I left for Bali, I receive a phonecall from a guy from an agency who’d like to talk to me, Mr. Ho. He wanted to ask me some stuff about how I do virtual orchestrations and what you should think about when you are doing those, he took notes and I thought it was a nice little chat. We didn’t talk much about any projects, but it was interesting. But little did I know it would bear fruit to something completely different.

Back in Japan after the missed opportunity to write the opening cinematic for Tekken 7, 2 weeks later I got another phone-call beginning with the words: -”Hey, it’s Mr. Ho. By the way, are you familiar with Street Fighter?” My eyebrows lifted up in a Roger Moore surprise look: -”Yeah, I played it all the way up to Street Fighter IV. How come?” -”The thing is, they are going to include a brand new character for the game. Are you interested, do you have time to have a look at it?” -”Sure, I really have NOTHING going on at the moment.” -”Great. They are actually look for some hip-hop music for this character. Do you have any songs of that nature that we can show them?” -”Well, actually no. But I can have something down within the next 3 hours. What do they have in mind?” The conversation kept going and then I was ready to just do the beat. Hip-hop is one of the most simplistic music styles out there. All you really need to care about are the instrument choices, the samples and how to make it sound heavy and snappy if required.

Within 3 hours I had a demo-ready hip-hop song. Team Street Fighter were actually very shocked about my quick result and said: -”This is the right direction. We like the initial approach, but it’s too close to the song you are listening too. Can you change it a little bit so we don’t get sued?” -”No problem. I’ll see what I can do to make the track really stand out.”

So they sent out the documents, some concept art about the character and a video. This was Ed. The Boxer. The experimental lab-rat from Balrog’s ending in SFIV.

How do you make a hip-hop track stand out? But how? Hip-hop is such a monotone music style, that dynamics doesn’t really exists in its loopable context. I needed to figure out a way to make this track sound more dynamic.

I kept looking for clues in the concept art, but I really had nothing more than the guy in red shoes, black-sports pants and a white shortsleeved hoodie to go on, but then it struck me. Hip-hop has always used orchestral samples. But nobody has done a hip-hop track that actually has a narrative orchestra going throughout the song to really make it dynamic. It was my time to shine. But I still needed to find a way to dirty down a few instruments. I felt that having an old-sounding gramophone piano would be the easiest way to fake an old-sample, but it was actually me performing the piano with an EQ’d in a RADIO/Telephone configuration. Then I added crackles from a vinyl bank from the Stylus RMX library and that pretty much sealed the effect for me. The rest was easy. I needed to make the orchestra sound as good as Don Davis’ one from The Matrix, if I could find the perfect blend between Hip-hop, orchestral and electronica, I felt I would hit the spot.

This was a gamble on my part, but it was the only logical way for me to make the track to stand out. I also changed the bass-line from that 8th beat rock-bass to a solid octave-sweeping synth-bass, reminiscent from my childhood. I remember Digital Underground and The Humpty Dance.(Remember, I was not a hip-hopper) The craziest thing though is that I think they did the right choice. Choosing someone who doesn’t do Hip-hop to create a hip-hop track, will ALWAYS sound UNIQUE. It’s the concept and I thank CAPCOM for their gamble and trust in me.

Now, I was 80% done with the track when I received the next request. -”We’re going to have vocals on this track.” My heart sank a little, because I’ve never really written a rap my entire life. :-”So if I understand you correctly, you want me, a Swedish countryside boy, to write a RAP to one of the most aggressive characters in the game....?”

There was a slight silence on the line but the voice came back on: -”Don’t worry about it. We got a guy who’s on the writing and the rapping. But just keep it in mind when you’re doing the background, ok?” -”Ok, no problem.”

The last 20% turns out that once I get the vocalist tracks into my project, I’ll be done. That was what I was missing. So I just waited. Just a day later I got 2 versions sent to me. But I told myself, if I hear the word FIST in there, it’s going to be a HIT. I was finally thinking like a Music Producer. I dropped the lines in at it’s correct starting points. Version A was playing. The word FIST comes out of my speakers and I was jumping up and down, thinking that IT was EXACTLY what THIS TRACK NEEDED. Did I dare listening to version B? I did another mix and I felt B was a little bit more laidback. As a final request before I was stemming down the final files I urged Capcom to go with Version A, because it was more aggressive and it felt more honest to the character. They agreed on my choice, told me to tell me to prep the files.

And there it was. My first and last song for SFV I thought. But 2 weeks later, I received another phone-call...

#SFV Ed ED Balrog SFIV P3SPEL #AngelicaNorgren #Behindthescenes #In the studio #Music Production #Computergames #Street Fighter V #Music

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I Dream of Jeanie

This blog begins like everything else: with the supernatural. A ghost story. Well, it’s a story about two ghosts: one is corporeal, flesh and bone, hungry. He haunts his own life and the lives of the people who love him. That ghost is me, Cam, a career alcoholic, prescription amphetamine and nicotine addict, and struggling adult human. The other ghost is haunting him. And others. In Orange County, California, of all the world’s god-forsaken places.

It’s September 2, 2018. I have just emerged from medical detox in a treatment facility in Mission Viejo, California, where I was admitted the evening of August 30.

The days and weeks preceding this were a blur of teary eyed calls with friends and coworkers, vomiting, tremors, all-day drinking, zero rest, little food, and, finally, an evening drive south to rehab with a very patient friend. I had my dog in tow. The vomit he had saved for over an hour an a half was his parting gift for my friend and her car’s interior as we pulled into the driveway of our suburban destination.

She is a very, very patient friend.

The first thing I remember at the facility was the cops showing up to deal with a violent intake who screamed at the graveyard shift tech relentlessly about getting their medication. For the next two and a half days, I staggered around the in an Ativan-induced fog. I managed to execute a supervised grocery run, though I have no recollection of this event.

After detox, I was driven to one of the houses where I would undergo residential treatment for the disease that has ruled my life in one manifestation or another since that first, boiling-hot, high-school-sized swig of whisky in the Wyman family back house all those years ago. It was, frankly, magic. Alcohol activated something in me that finally allowed me to feel comfortable in my own skin, around others, and as a part of the world.

A few days passed, and I began to emerge from behind the benzodiazepine cataract. I woke up early one day, as I did every day, and stumbled about in my coffee-making and dog-letting-out routine. I stood outside with a steaming mug amidst the low fog of the costal marine layer, which enveloped palm trees in a smudgy gray that, especially in the golden sunlight of the hours which follow, always seemed eerie and alien. That’s when the graveyard tech walked out to join me.

“Morning, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m ok.” My dog set off across the yard at a full clip to pursue a rustle in a bush. “Slept like shit, though.”

“Oh really? Must have been that woman screaming.” He laughed.

“The what?” I was incredulous. It was too early. I turned away and watched the fog lick at the clay rooftop tiles of the ascending rows of identical homes on the ridge that kept us from the sea.

“You didn’t hear it? I hear the screams every night.”

Over the next few days, residents and staff alike compared notes. All who heard the screaming said it happened late at night, around 3am, and they could not pinpoint the source. Some said it came from across the street, others swore it they heard the scream coming from down the hill. Some of the staff had contemplated calling the police.

I never heard the screaming because I went to bed too early to be a witness. But there were the nightmares. Horrifying, vivid nightmares the likes of which I’d never experienced before. Graphic visions of being sexually assaulted, of torture, of humiliation and suffering. Horrible, paralyzing dreams that would interrupt my sleep several times every night and continued to haunt me well into my waking hours. The following is from my journal, slightly edited:

“I had a dream last night that I was violently raped by (someone) ... who I was sent to ... as punishment for making a rug dirty. (They) screamed at me and laughed while (they) did it and when I cried (they) made it worse ... Then I was surrounded by empty beer bottles in my childhood bedroom and voices kept saying 'I thought you quit.’”

At the time of this writing, I feel that the whole, unedited content of this and the other dreams I experienced is too graphic for me to feel comfortable sharing.

This happened to me every single night for over a week.

When we told our reiki practitioner about the screaming, she was unfazed.

“That sounds like Jeanie,” she said matter-of-factly before she began our sessions. “Jeanie died here. Fell out of her bed one night.”

Reiki is a dubious energy healing technique that was offered as a part of the suite of care in our treatment center. Having experienced it myself, I can say that reiki seems to be at best a meditative aid and at worst some psychic hoodwinkery. What we learned is that our reiki master had also serviced the patients in palliative care at our house when it was still a hospice, which was not very long ago at all. She had treated and came to know Jeanie, whose spirit she immediately and authoritatively claimed was the source of the screaming.

That we seemed to have inherited both reiki and a restless, screaming ghost was a lot to digest on a warm, dry Thursday afternoon in rehab.

What most people don’t know about Orange County, if in fact they know anything at all, is that it is the treatment capital of the world. There is a massive drug and alcohol rehabilitation industry here, with facilities dotting suburban neighborhoods and costal communities alike. Many, such as ours, are indistinguishable from other homes from the outside. Only when you go inside can you spot the differences: no locks on the doors, cameras everywhere, California-required hazard signs and fire extinguishers, motivational-adjacent but woefully empty wall platitudes.

“Don’t dream your life...live your dreams!” taunted me in perfect cursive from its place on a kitchen wall. In that moment, if I lived my dreams, I’d be in the worst hell I could imagine. Most mornings I simply ignored it as I avocadoed my toast. It was ultimately harmless and forgettable, though I admit I got a mildly satisfying kick out of sneering at it.

Having administered both reiki and information about our ghost, the master left. We living residents of the house all sat together outside on the back patio to discuss what she had told us. The others smoked or vaped as they speculated about what it could all mean. I crammed a few handfuls of candy in my face, and then I told them about my dreams.

“Holy god in heaven,” one of my friends cried out. “Now that’s some sick shit.”

Eyes downcast, faces ashen, I could tell my information had affected the others and added a gravity to the situation that hadn’t been there before. We did not speak of it again.

That night, I dreamed about someone I loved once who couldn’t love me. I saw her across a crowded dance in a school gym. She was made up beautifully, wearing a blue dress, her hair cut short, colored blonde and bouncy. She smiled and reached out to me. I tried to grab her hand, but she fell back into darkness, crying out for me, falling farther and father out of reach, her eyes filled with fear.

That was the last dream I had at the house. We found out suddenly the next day that we would be moving to a different location, and that the facility we were leaving would be transitioned into a detox.

Of all the nightmares, this felt the cruelest somehow. I woke up at 3:30am and just sobbed. I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. And this was on top of all of the other challenging work of getting sober.

But I never had another bad dream after we moved. And the screaming did not follow us.

* I would find out later that a common side effect of Seroquel, along with fugue-state ambulation and sleep-eating, is nightmares. This drug is often prescribed to patients who are in post-acute withdrawal from drugs and alcohol to treat insomnia. Seroquel is what I started taking when I moved into residential treatment.

Graveyard shifts are notoriously hard on the human body. Inverting the natural sleep rhythm can do an absolute number on the brain, and often leads to chronic insomnia. Anyone who has stayed up all night can attest to how significantly it messes with your internal systems. I have stayed up multiple consecutive nights before, and have hallucinated. I have heard screaming when there was none, I have seen shadows morph into human forms and vanish just as quickly.

This is all to say that there seems to be a perfectly logical explanation for the dreams, for the screaming. The reiki master could have just been having some fun with the unruly and obnoxious adult children that were her clients. She could just be full of shit. Night shift guys could have just heard things, or maybe it was a coyote. An owl. Someone actually screaming (hey, maybe it was a detox patient at another facility!) One morning I awoke earlier than usual to find one of the graveyard techs standing in the dark, staring at a street lamp. He was transfixed by a silvery form hanging below it in the yellow light.

“Is that a goddamn bat?” he asked, horrified.

It was a spiderweb.

But...I continued to take the Seroquel after we moved houses, and the nightmares never returned. The other house, Jeanie’s house, became a chaotic mess for the staff. Patients in detox were found fucking in multiple rooms, people disappeared in the middle of the night and others showed up suddenly in the morning...the entire detox program of this treatment facility seemed to be plunged into unmitigated bedlam, and it wasn’t like that before. Sure, there is always going to be some drama at places like this, but techs said they’d never seen things so bad. Anywhere. Additional workers were hired. Others quit without notice. And I have to wonder.

So, this story also ends like everything else: with the supernatural, with the unknown. Life ends with a big fat question mark, and that’s ok. One thing I’ve grown to appreciate is not having all the answers, to accepting the unknown and allowing myself to dip a toe into superstition. Human beings are no strangers to faith, but faith is especially vital for a person like me: faith in myself that I can stay sober, faith in redemption, faith that there is something, somewhere, greater than me that can save my ass. Faith in good friends, faith in good dogs. Faith in a life worth living well. Faith that Jeanie will find whatever she needs to cease her wailing, and faith that one day I’ll be there in time to stop somebody’s falling.

#addiction #ghost stories #nonfiction

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Healthy is the New Skinny (Female Empowerment in a Perfection-Obsessed Society)

Hello and welcome to my blog! I am a health and fitness freak, so if you’re into that as well or want to try and live a healthy life I hope that my blog will help you with some tips and inspiration. Since this is my first post I am just going to give you an overview of things I find important to keep in mind when society is trying to push you to be a certain shape, some important tips to keep in mind for a happy and healthy life, and lastly a small workout challenge, which is great for beginners.

Women are ingrained with the belief that smaller is better and so many people’s health has suffered from this logic. The modeling and beauty industry as well as media advertising set “standards” of the ideal skinny body and that you need to look like the size 0 models to be happy. The beauty and model industry exploits our emotions and beliefs to help sell their products or gain publicity. It is important not to strive to look like someone else. Having a goal or mindset to look like someone else is impossible and unhealthy. Everyone was born different sizes and shapes, have different bone structure, metabolisms, and even genetics. It is always important to have a role model or someone you look up to for motivation but it is even more important to remember you are your own person. Everyone has insecurities and body image issues, but there is a difference from being unhealthy skinny and being a healthy and happy you.

I encourage all women to choose health, self-love, and to pursue personal dreams over how society thinks women should look. This all starts with having a lifestyle that works best for each individual and surrounding yourself with a good community who supports you. I’m not saying being a size 0 who powerlifts and has little to no body fat is a bad thing, but again each individual is different and it’s a good thing to have different goals than someone else. The journey to having a healthy life can be intimidating and hard to start. The following tips will show you that you don’t need to starve yourself, make yourself miserable, or ignore what your body tells you in order to live a healthy happy life. If you’re a beginner or currently struggling to live that healthy lifestyle, try and add in some of these tips to your daily workout and help you work towards your personal goals.

Five tips I live by to be healthy and happy:

ONE~ Don’t skip meals or starve yourself thinking that it will help you lose weight and get to your goal. We all need fuel in our bodies for fuel and nutrition. When you skip meals your energy goes down, which can cause depression and binge eating later in the day and gaining calories that you may have wanted to skip in the first place. Skipping meals tend to leave people to crave foods higher in fats and sugars since your body thinks it is in starvation and will crave these foods. Doing this can cause you to take in more calories per volume to make sure you have the energy you need to be active. If you skip meals this can also affect your metabolism dangerously by causing weight gain, delayed insulin response and elevated fasting which are all factors leading to diabetes. Overall, never skip a meal, if you do want to cut down on calories the healthy way is to do portion control. I recommend 3 meals a day (remember NO skipping) with a snack in between. Make sure your meals are CLEAN, full of protein, fruit, vegetables, whole grains and good fats. This will make you feel more energized and happy.

TWO~ You do NOT need to cut out everything you enjoy to stay healthy. It is ok to have cheat days or a special treat every so often. I live by the 80/20 rule; eating mainly healthy all natural and non-artificial foods full of your daily necessary nutrients makes it ok to treat yourself when needed. Having the habit of cutting back on snacks everyday and eating healthy will help you in the long run, making it more enjoyable when you do decide to “ball out” on your cravings. Completely cutting out what you love can strain your happiness which is something essential to a healthy lifestyle. I promise once you do start to eat cleaner you will feel a lot more energized and generally happier.

THREE~ DO NOT let people make you feel guilty for how you want to live your life. If you want to do a HEALHTY diet and workout every day don’t let someone make you feel bad or get in the way for working towards what your goal is. We all have friends who don’t live healthy lifestyles who won’t understand why you do what you do but that’s fine. Let them live their life you yours, just remember your goal is for you and no one else. Make sure YOU are happy because that is all that matters.

FOUR~ The golden rule; do not forget to stretch, I can’t stress this enough. Its very important to stretch after every workout (I even do it before as well sometimes) and it isn’t something that you can “overdue”. Many people underestimate how important it is to stretch, but it is key to a healthy exercise routine. Skipping stretching and continuing to do strenuous workouts day after day will increase your risk of injury. Stretching allows your muscles to work more effectively and also to cut down on being sore the next day and using that as an excuse to not workout the next day. I know that stretching has become one of my best habits and definitely helps me become more flexible week after week. I have been going to the chiropractor for about 10 years now for my being in constant back and hip pain. After doing strengthening workouts to help those muscles with a mix of stretching those areas about 2 times a day I have cut down my visits to my chiropractor immensely.

FIVE~ My last and final tip is to listen to your body. This is especially important for those of you who are just starting your fitness journey. When I first started, I was on a strict diet of eating leans meats and veggies and cutting down a lot on my carb intake. I started to hate this diet so much that I started to get deprived and unhappy. I now listen to my body and incorporate my cravings while eating clean like I mentioned earlier with the 80/20 rule. I stopped meal prepping because after the third day of eating chicken its dry and boring to eat. Now I keep plenty of fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat so when the day comes I can make whatever my body is craving that day. Once I changed and listened to my body my journey to being healthy became so much easier and enjoyable. Working out is only the start but keeping a clean diet that works with your body and needs is key.

Did you know it takes only 21 days to form a new habit? Yes, it is true and that is why I encourage you all to join in on this easy challenge. All you have to do is dedicate 30 minutes every day to getting your bodies in motion for 21 days. You can do anything you want for 30 minutes, and go even longer is you want, the more the merrier right? If you need to get back in shape or maybe you need to get moving for the first time in a long time, join me. This challenge is inspired by Katie Willcox, who was a plus size model and is someone very inspiring to many people. Today I started my first day of the challenge.

Here is what you need to do:

1.) Follow my Instagram page @dabbrederisfitness where you can see my daily challenge post and updates on my progress as well as having a chance to be featured on my page. This is a great way to help stay motivated and hopefully help others as well or pass on this challenge.

2.) Start Day is this Wednesday, May 23, 2018.

3.) Workout for 30 minutes each day, or like I said earlier, more if you are feeling motivated to do so. The goal is the break a sweat each day doing something you enjoy, cardio, HIIT workout, core, or strength workouts.

4.) Take photos and or IG videos of your workouts, take selfies, or share how you are feeling about the challenge and tag @dabbrederisfitness and @healthyisthenewskinny on your Instagram and #21daychallenge to have a chance at being featured on my page.

5.) Invite your followers, friends, and family to join you. This is what having a community to support you is all about, having others to workout with you and see you succeed is a plus.

It’s that easy to start a healthy life, 21 days, 30 minutes a day. No excuses to not squeeze in that little amount of time everyday. I promise once it becomes a habit you will feel so rewarded and so much better about yourself mentally and physically. Remember the goal is to create a new healthy habit and join a community of people working towards the same kind of goals as you are. We need to remember to empower others and block out the negativity. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog, I hope you take away something beneficial!

#mkt400uwl #health & fitness #healthyhabits #cleaneating #motivation #workoutchallenge

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adorebughead · 7 years

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For Better or Worse - Part 1

*Deep breath* ok, here we go! I went and wrote my first Bughead fanfic. Or, the first part at least. I’m so self conscious of my writing but hoping it’s ok! (Also sorry if this is maybe a bit long? Shall I shorten the next one?) Let me know what you think :)

*Update* Part two is here: https://adorebughead.tumblr.com/post/161871889720/for-better-or-worse-part-2 —————————————-

Betty Cooper had known since before she could even remember that she wanted to marry Archie Andrews. After their very first kiss she hadn’t a doubt her mind, and she had intended to carry that with her for the rest of her life. Of course, they were only children back then. Archie had distanced himself for many years during high school, keeping Betty as a close friend but never wanting to pursue anything more, but Betty had always known deep down that they were meant to be together and that eventually Archie would realise that too. At least, that was what she had thought up until she was sixteen.

During that school year, things had happened and things had changed; things that she had repressed ever since. She had never told Archie that she wasn’t really in love with him back then, she’d realised pretty early on that it was just the idea of him that she was so desperately drawn to, but it had been ten years since that night on her doorstep. She knew that she was in love with him for real this time. She was, most definitely. The boy with the red hair who had stolen her heart from the day they’d met. The boy that she was going to marry. Why wouldn’t she be?

Applying a thin layer of pale pink gloss across her lips, she stared vacantly at the person looking back at her. She didn’t want to think about the past today. She’d spent way too long stuck there, and now it was time to move forward. It was time to be Betty Andrews.

“Well,” she muttered. “You did it, Betty. You finally got what you always wanted.” She smiled, unable to look herself in the eyes as she smoothed down her perfectly slicked back ponytail. The very essence of Betty Cooper. The Betty Cooper that she had always supposed to have been. In fact, she’d been smiling almost non-stop for the past four years. After having graduated from college, she had spent the majority of her time keeping as busy as she possibly could. If she wasn’t writing for The Register, she was at home helping Polly look after the twins, or working part time at Pop’s for some extra cash. As life piled up on top of her, she couldn’t help but grow closer to Archie.

He had finally admitted his feelings for her at graduation just moments after everyone had thrown their caps in the air amidst a mixture of cheering and crying. He had taken her aside and hoped to sweep her off her feet like they’d always imagined when they were kids. She would’ve been lying if she’d have said she had felt nothing, but it was too soon back then. She wasn’t ready for anything. She still wasn’t sure if she was ready now, eight years on, and the smiling was starting to grow painful. The truth was that Archie had provided her with a sense of safety and comfort and familiarity, and she was twenty-six years old now. She couldn’t have waited around forever. She had taken four years to recover after what had happened, and then spent the following four with Archie, up until this very day. The day she never thought would come. Their wedding day. She forced herself to look back up, tightening her ponytail as she did so.

“Knock knock,” a familiar voice chimed as Betty turned her head to see her mother, Alice Cooper, stood in the doorway. “Are you almost ready, sweetheart?”

“Almost,” she replied, returning her gaze to her reflection and shifting slightly in her seat. She looked down at her engagement ring, soon to be paired with the wedding ring that she had wanted ever since she was a little girl. Everything was so perfect. Just like her. The perfect girl next door and the perfect boy next door joining together to make the perfect little family. This was how it was always supposed to be.

Alice’s smile faded slightly, sensing something was off. She approached her daughter and carefully put a hand on her shoulder. “Is everything ok?”

Betty looked down, feeling something familiar burning up inside of her, trying so desperately to contain it. She burrowed her fingernails into the exact same spot, the exact same scars, scars that nobody knew about. Nobody, except one. She pushed even harder, using all of her force to bury the memory. Almost instantly, and as if nothing had happened, she brought herself back.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Alice stared at her daughter for a moment, unable to see anything other than the image of herself all of those years ago waiting to marry Hal. For some reason, it brought on an overwhelming feeling of deja vu. Betty had always been good at hiding how she felt, but Alice knew that she had never been the same since what had happened all of those years ago; she knew it better than anyone. As she removed her hand, she considered stroking her hair but changed her mind at the last minute. Instead, she looked towards the ground and swallowed.

“He’s not here,” she said, keeping her voice low and cautious. Betty flinched, unable to catch her breath for a brief moment.

“Who?”

Alice didn’t move, keeping her eyes firmly on the floor, her voice now just a whisper.

“You know who.”

Without another word, Betty was standing up and smoothing down her dress as she brushed her cheek to wipe away the slightest remain of a tear. Alice had jumped at the sudden movement.

“I’m ready now,” she announced, looking up to meet her mother’s eyes for just a second. There was something there; a knowing. Breaking away, afraid of revealing too much, she looked over to see her father, Hal Cooper, who was now stood in the doorway with an expression of pride spread across his face.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, holding out his arm for Betty to take.

She took it quite willingly, making a point not to look at her mother again as she did so. Observing the almost empty room, an intense feeling of loneliness began to pour over her. Just down the hall there were hundreds of people waiting for her, but the silence was deafening.

“Have you seen Veronica?”

His smile faltered. “Yes, she’s inside with the others,” he replied, refusing to look her in the eye. So much had happened. So much that nobody dared speak about anymore. It felt like everyone had been treading on thin ice for the past eight years, and that feeling seemed to never fully disappear, no matter how much they had all wanted it to.

“I’m so glad she came,” Betty replied. “Even after- you know…”

“Betty,” Hal snapped. “This isn’t the time or the place to rake up the past. Please.”

There were a few moments of silence as they proceeded to walk down the hallway, the muffled sound of chatter growing closer and closer. All of a sudden, Betty’s head was spinning. She had tried so hard not to think, but now everything that she had been blocking out was slowly creeping its way back in. She started to replay her mother’s words in her head over and over again and she couldn’t seem to stop. He’s not here. Why would he be? Had she really expected him to show? Had she wanted him to burst through at the last moment and tell her not to go through with it? Had she just wanted to see him? To scream at him? To kiss him one more time?

“Dad,” she cried, a little too loudly, bringing the both of them to an abrupt halt.

“What?” he said. “What is it?”

“Can I just, have a moment?” She replied. “Just to go outside and take a breather?”

He studied his daughter’s face, searching for something that he couldn’t find. He sometimes felt as though he wasn’t even looking at his daughter at all, as though something in her had changed. Something he could never quite put his finger on.

“What? Why?”

She was rapidly struggling to breathe, that uncontrollable depth of darkness grabbing a hold of her chest. “I just- I just need a minute to myself. Could you say that I’d had a problem with my dress? That should buy me a few minutes.”

“Betty, I don’t-“

“Dad,” she clutched his arm tightly, panic and desperation soaking her words. “Please.”

Hesitantly, Hal looked towards the door just a few yards away where so many people were waiting. Almost the entire town of Riverdale had shown for this; one of the biggest events of the year. He couldn’t help but think of Archie behind those doors, stood in his tux waiting for his bride. He was there himself in this very church once before so many years ago. Worrying if she’d show. Worrying if she’d change her mind.

“Ok,” he whispered, “but be quick.”

“I will.”

Welcoming the sound of the slight rustling of the trees, Betty steadied herself against a balcony entangled with bloodshot roses as she inhaled the smell of petrichor. She glanced back to make sure her dad was out of sight, before closing her eyes. She exhaled deeply, shaking her head and clutching her temple. She had done so well up until this point. What was wrong with her? Why was this happening now?

She took a few moments to gather her thoughts before releasing a subdued sigh and pulling herself back together in the best way that she knew how; it was second nature by this point. It was time to snap back to reality, whether she liked it or not. Turning on her heel, she started towards the door but Hal wasn’t there. The doorway was empty, in fact, which she couldn’t help but think was a little bit odd. It had definitely been longer than the minute she had been promised.

“Dad?” she called out, beginning to feel uneasy at the silence that followed as a shiver crept its way down her spine. She hated herself for it, but in that moment she wondered if she would be able run away without anyone seeing her. The thought of it made her stomach flip as she turned again only ever so slightly.

That was when she saw it.

A silhouette, a shell, an image she had only ever dreamed about for the past eight years. A person that was no longer real to her, but merely a figment of her imagination. A reminder of another life, just a small trick of light in everything that she did and everywhere that she went. She froze dead in her tracks, unable to catch her breath for even a second. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

He was on the other side of the terrace, far enough away that she was at a comfortable distance, but close enough that they were breathing each other in with every passing second. He looked up then, his eyes burning directly into hers. The darkness, the sorrow, the longing. Ten years and not a thing had changed about the way he looked at her. Her lip quivered. His voice cracked. Suddenly, she was sixteen again.

“Hey there, Juliet.”

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thinktosee · 5 years

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INVITATION TO FORMER US PRESIDENT OBAMA - A SATIRE

Barack and Michelle Obama. Image courtesy Amazon.com

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Today’s post continues in the tradition of David C. Singh. A funny and precocious youth who believed in honouring his right to free speech, till the very end.

AN INVITATION TO FORMER U.S. PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA – a satire

Dear President Obama,

Greetings from the merlion city of singapore. Yes, I know, our beast is special. It’s a cross between a mermaid and a lion. The first a fairy tale creature, just like this city, while the second, we only see in mandai, in a lock-up, like so many creatures here. They must have been too intelligent and critical.

Anyway Sir, let’s get to the point of why I am writing to you, as I don’t want to waste your time. Not that you are busy now or anything like it since you left the White House nearly three years ago. Being unemployed has its compensations however – we can always tell folks that we are writing a book! That will get their attention. By the way, how much did you get for your memoir? Sorry, I tend to go off tangent. Now back to why I am writing to you :

WE HAVE A JOB FOR YOU!

I am sure you will enjoy it, although I do apologize that you are eminently over-qualified and that it’s way down the level of your skills set. But you know what? It pays sooooo much higher than what you got as U.S. President, including all the perks which went with that! Ok, ok….the job title. Please don’t get disappointed, ok? Hold your breath now. It’s……..

PRIME MINISTER OF SINGAPORE!

I know. It’s a midsized-city mayor’s job. Not up to the standards of talent which you, a successful foreigner possess. Think about it, my dear Obama – instead of getting US$400,000 annually as you did as U.S. President, you will receive USD 1.31M as mayor, oops, sorry, prime minister of the empire of singapore, which also includes our large islands of Ubin, Sentosa and many smaller ones. A much smaller job it may be but pays much more. Gee, that’s everybody’s dream. And just to make sure we get your undivided attention to this serious proposal, we are quite prepared to throw in the job of the president of singapore too. Imagine that – 2 for 1. Should you accept this mission, Mr. Obama, you will be president and prime minister. And for the first time in our short political history, we will have a real president, with real powers! And a really qualified person for it to boot! It will be a real job too! And the annual pay of USD 1.15M for the president of singapore will go on top of what you will get as prime minister. How do you like this double whammy, my president cum prime minister?

And Michelle? Oh yeah, the charming and soooo intelligent Mrs. Obama. Well, we are not unkind as the Americans were to her during your two terms as U.S. president. It must have been so hard on Mrs. Obama. All that immense talent unused, just being First Lady-like. She was not only a successful lawyer before, but also a terrific administrator and human being, especially in her support for the poor! Just like you with human rights and all, and that Nobel Peace Prize. Way to go, Brother.

As I said, we are not unkind. There’s a job too here for Mrs. Obama. But I don’t want to insult her. It’s way below her skills set. And I really don’t know what it pays. No one except the incumbent seems to know. But I am guessing it pays much, much better than your 2-in-1. Impressed? Yes, sir. It’s a public job. I know, but that’s a fact – no one knows what this job pays. Again, I am not sure how Michelle will feel about this, but at least it’s a Management job! And you know what, she will really have a chance to do what she likes – helping us poor folks here. The job? Why, the head of Temasek, our sovereign wealth fund. I am confident Michelle will do a fine job of stretching the returns on our life-long savings. And if she does that, why, she will get a huge bonus too! Except, I don’t know what the amount is. No one knows. But I know it’s huge!

Hold on. I’m not done, sir. Now since you will be the prez-pm, do we really need to pretend anymore who really is the de facto defense minister? Yes, sir. The US. Commander, Indo-Pacific Command is our man or woman! He or she’s been watching over the region like a hawk since the end of World War Two. He or she decides who can and cannot play in the malacca straits and south-china sea and who needs more beautiful and costly toys, like missiles, fighter jets and tanks to keep up with the Joneses. So why not just officially declare him or her as our defence minister? And besides, he or she’s for real - been in a real combat, and not once mind you. So he or she really understands military doctrine first hand, unlike the paper-bearing generals in our midst. So really, what we are proposing here is to scrap the whole defence forces of singapore, starting from the top. Let’s de-layer that, as they like to say in a corporate “right-sizing” exercise. Our real defence forces since WW2 had always been the U.S. 7th Fleet. No one messes with them. By removing the redundancies or duplications in our defence posture, we save over $15 billion annually. Wow! And the beauty of this is our idealistic youth can now forego the two years of enforced brainwashing known as national service. They can be free to pursue their dreams and keep their heads unsanitized, like any normal human being.

And something else, with the U.S. Commander, Indo-Pacific heading up defense, do we really have to go on pretending too that we have a foreign policy? You know of course, we don’t have one. It’s always been the U.S. foreign policy. So really, we can also scrap the foreign ministry and save a few more billions there. The U.S. Commander, Indo-Pacific Command will also be our foreign minister. He or she speaks with unmatched authority. Try messing with him or her!

One other thing, with Michelle and you in charge, we need not now spend zillions to attract investments and tourists with all the high-powered promotional visits abroad by the folks in the Economic Development and Tourism Boards. Your world-class stature is more than enough to get the dollars into the city. Everyone loves and wants to rub shoulders with both of you. And your humility and confidence in your rule. Man, those media folks here will cotton to you the way a bee does to honey. No more libel suits and other fear-mongering stunts. Instead, we finally will get to say publicly what we have always said privately. Ain’t that sweet, Bro? A real honest and passionate society instead of a hypocritical or fake one. The world will beat a path to our doorstep. You are my man!

One final thing, Bro. You will need a political party to support you. Have I got a name for you. Ready? It’s Real Action Party (RAP). For a real caring and sensitive guy like you. Huh? Oh them. I can’t remember what is the name of the current party as I don’t subscribe to the local msm. But I hear in the coffeeshops among the Ah Pehs, that party’s unofficial name is NAP. I think it stands for No Action Party, although I cannot be sure. Best you check with your CIA folks in Langley, ok? They know more than we do about this city. In fact, they know more about anything, including nothing, than anyone else in this world. Why, just ask Prez Trump! He’s been twittering non-stop about it since he came on board.

Well Sir Obama, I do hope Michelle and you find this all very fascinating. I have one final surprise. Should you accept this mission, you will not be living in hardship as many expats do when they work abroad in 3rd and 4th world countries. No sirree. We have more class than that. Michelle, you and your lovely children will be housed in the Istana or Palace. That’s not equivalent to your White House, which is just a house after all. No sir. The Istana is much fancier! This is a huge palace centered over 100 acres right dab in the middle of land-scarce singapore city. Why, your White House is tiny at just 18 acres, compared to the Istana. Pathetic really. And y’all Americans always think you have the bestest of everything! Now we here, we know how to take care of our own. Everything beyond world class – the pay, lodgings, bonus, very long or permanent job tenures for public officials, etc. And you know what? We just love foreign talents like Michelle and you. We know you will like it here, although the jobs for both of you are far below your skills set. But hey! It’s the thought that matters right?

I really look forward to hearing from you on this invitation to be our mayor…er sorry, president-cum-prime minister. And please do inform the Commander of the Indo Pacific Command that we look forward to having him and also his marines here in the open, rather than cooped up there unseen and unheard in the north of the island. What a waste of social talent. Let us mingle and integrate, ok?

Sincerely yours, Sir.

PS : By the way, with the billions of dollars we will save from scrapping the defence and foreign ministries, I like to propose the money be disbursed toward a free education for every citizen from grade school to university. No better investment than this – an investment in our future. And the money which is left from that be disbursed to all the senior citizens as a Universal Basic Income. And yet still what’s left, we compensate all the singles, including LGBTQ folks who had been denied public housing till they reached middle age.

What’dya say Bro? Don’t y’all love this idea?

In the Spirit of David Cornelius Singh

David’s father

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Bendy In Bring Back A Little Devil

Based Around Gamerboy123456’s Comics

Written By Ranen Kim (ItsYeFriend17)

(Also If You Hate The Way I Type, Go Fak Yourself Anyway To The Story, Enjoy!)

The Heavenly Council Has Been Hard At Work Giving Assignments To Angels Who Are In Training And Some That Are Experienced, Among All The Angels Is A Lovely Woman By The Name Of Alice Was Cheerful On Her Next Assignment Ready To Make The Place More Happier Until She Overheard A Few Angels Speaking About Bendy, The Dancing Demon She Heard Them Say Something About Him “Yeah I Heard That Demon Is The Most Wanted Devil In This Universe” One Said “Hmm Bendy Devil? Let’s See About That” She Said Mentally And As She Did Her Assignment Was Given As It Was A Town Protection, One She Gotten Many Time “Mr Gavreel?” Alice Asks And He Answered “Yes Miss Alice?” “Why Have There Been No Assignments To Capture Bendy Devil?” She Asked And The Whole Council Went Silent But One Stood Up And Exclaimed “We Do NOT Open Anymore Discussions About That Devil Anymore, We Will Not EVER Open This Discussion Ever Again! I Should Strip Your Rank Immedi-” He Was Stopped From The Rant “Please Michael, She Is A Rookie After All Let Me Explain” Gavreel Said “Fine But Quickly, I’m Tired Of Hearing That Name” Soon Lead Council Member Gavreel Flew Down To Alice Angel “Miss Angel, The Reason Why We Haven’t Been Giving Discussion Or Any Assignments On Him Is Because For One Bendy Devil Is The Most Cunning, Tricky, Troublesome, Slippery, And Most Of All Perverted As He Has Stolen Multiple Angel Panties Which Is Weird For A Devil, And Even The Fact That Our Best Angels Couldn’t Even Catch Him And 2 Because Ever Since The Disappearance Of Angel Afriel The Angel Of Youth And Michael’s Girlfriend, He’s Closed Discussions On Bendy Devil Ever Since She Was Sent To Capture Him” Alice Saw Michael Whispering To Himself And then Saw Him Tearing “Ever Since Afriel Disappeared Michael Has Been Hit Hardly And Became Depressed, He’d Do Anything To Get Her Back, Poor Guy” “I- I’ll Capture Him At Once Sir!” She Said Determined “What? Y- You’re Kidding Right? You’re Making A Joke?” “No Sir! I’m Being Truthful From The Bottom Of My Heart, I Will Capture Him For You And I’ll Be A True Angel” “Ok Miss Alice That’s Enough” “Angels Never Give Up Right, And So Won’t I, I Never Give Up” “Oh Dear You’re Not Joking, Well If You Are To Capture Bendy Devil You’ll Have To Prepare Her As Most Angels Have Theorised That It Will Take Days To Capture This Demon That Is If You’re Doing It Alone” “Well Of Course I Am Plus I’m Not Asking For A Council Rank Or Even Fame I Just Want To Capture THe Most Daring And Escaping Devil” “Well If You Manage This Miss Alice You Can Actually Be Awarded Your Angel Wings” Alice Gasped In Surprise Y- “You Mean It?” “We Offer A Large Award To People Who Can Capture Him, And Find Afriel” “So What Happens If I Retrieve Both? Not Trying To Be Greedy But Would That Reward Me With Bigger Wings?” And Gavreel Put A Hand On Her Shoulder “Come Now, Sweet Alice Don’t Get Too Deep Into That Thought, We’d Just Award You With Wings And Even A Higher Paycheck” “Well I’ll Get Prepared! Once You Give Me The Assignment..” “Well I Can’t Stop You From Dreaming I Guess But I’ll Give You The Assignment, But I Must Warn You Alice Angel But First Kneel Before Me” “Yes Sir” Alice Knelt Before Gavreel “If You Are To Fail This Quest By Not Returning We Will Assume Your Death And/Or Capture We Will Wait For That But If You Return Giving Up We The Council Will Never Award You Your Wings, Understand?” “Yes Sir, I Understand” “Good, Now Get Prepared” “Yes” Alice Soon Ran Home Determined For Her Assignment She Rushed Through The Door To Grab Some Supplies And Her Father “You Seem Happy Alice, What’s The Rush?” “The Heavenly Council Gave Me The Task To Capture Bendy Devil” “Wait, Your Serious? I Thought They Closed Tasks On Capturing Him” “they Just Reopened It Just For Me” “Alice? Are You Sure You Want To Capture Bendy? I Mean It’s Not Too Late To Back Out” “Like I Said Dad I Already Am Certain, I Want To Capture Bendy Devil, And Earn My Angel Wings” “Oh Dear You’re, Not Kidding Well My Sweet Angel Please Be Safe, Remember Bendy Is The Mo-” “Cunning, Slippery, Troublesome, Tricky, And Perverted Demon In Our Universe” “Wow You Really Are, Well I Can’t Stop You I Guess I Should Send You Off” “You Mean It Dad?” “You Want Your Wings, Do You Not?” And Once He Said That He Got Kissed On The Cheek And Alice Was Gone, Alice Came To The Council To See If They Know Where Bendy Is, Charmeine The Angel Of Harmony Said That Many Spies Have Spotted Bendy By a Tree Near A Town Napping Once She Was Told The Intel Alice Was Sent Down By Another Angel, And Alice Made Her Way To The Location, As Soon As She Got There She Snuck Towards The Tree And Climbed Cautiously Making Sure Not To Wake Him She Was Ready To Rope Him Up And Take Him Away But Saw A Glimpse Of His Face Soon Realizing Why He Was Hard To Catch, He Was Handsome, Attractive, He Was A Girls Dream Guy, However During The Hesitation Bendy Saw Alice And Both Of Them Screamed Alice Landed Backwards Onto A Branch And Fell When She Got Up Bendy Said “Took Quite A Fall There, Looking For Me Toots?” Alice Pointed A Finger At Bendy And Shouted “Bendy Devil! On The Mark Of Heaven I’m Here To Bring You To The Heavenly Council For Your Crimes And To Earn My Angel Wings!” After That Speech Bendy Started Laughing And Said “That’s A Good One, They Think So Little Of Me Sending A No Wings To Catch The Sexiest Cartoon Devil?” Alice’s Face Went Red With Rage And Soon Shouted “No Wings?! I Tried Being Nice But No One Calls Me A No Wings! Like It Or Not You’re Coming With Me!” “Ooooooooh Looks Like A Hit A Nerve There, No Wings” Alice Was Thinking To Herself Before A Trap On The Ground And Fell Into A Hole That Broke With A Snap, Bendy Laughed “Nice One Toots, Don’t Worry You Could Just Fly Out, Oh Wait!” Bendy Mocked “Ta-Ta No Wings!” Bendy Said As He Walked Down The Field, “You Bastard! I’ll Get You! An Angel Never Gives Up! As Soon As I Get Out Of This Hole” Alice Figured It Out And Found Many Rocks Arranged To Make A Climbing Wall Of Some Sort And Alice Climbs It, Once She Makes It, She Runs To Bendy “Oh No You Don’t!” “Oh Yes I Do!” Bendy Starts Running, Alice Pursued Him, “Stop At Once!” “You Can’t Use Weapons No Wings What Do You Got, Hmm Maybe Minus Wings” Bendy Laughed As He Sped Up And Alice Slowed Down, Alice Got An Idea “, She Took The Halo From Her Head Which. Made A Copot And Threw It At Bendy Like A Frisbee Hitting Him And Coming Back Onto Her Head Bendy Fell Face First And In The Head, Alice Quickly Went Up To And Tied Him Up, One Bit Of Rope Was Made To Be A Pulling Technique, As Alice Dragged Bendy To Heaven Bendy Said “Dang No Wings, Never Knew Angels Could Be So Kinky… Rope Isn’t My Choice For A First Date But I Don’t Mind” Which Alice Said “Please Be Quiet” Alice Demanded “Yes Ma’am” “Enjoy Yourself For Now Soon, We’ll Be At The Heavenly Council, To Get My Wings And See That Look Of Defeat On Your Stupid Cute Face, Furthermore-” “Yuck, Heaven Prison Isn’t On My List Of Fun Places To End Up” “Well That’s Tough” As Alice Said That Bendy’s Head Flew Off As He Doesn’t Have A Freakin Neck “To Think I’ll Be The First Person To Catch Bendy Devil, Maybe They Will Give Me Super Large Wings, Just For Your Capture” Alice Turns Her Head “Then We’ll See Who Will Be A No Wings Now, Right Bendy, WHAT THE HOLY VIRGIN MARY” She Sees Bendy’s Head Bounce Away Like A Ball “So Long No Wings!” Bendy Shouts To Her As His Heads Bounces Away, “Seriously?!!? His Head Comes Off, Why Has Noone Told Me About That?!!?” She Begins Talking To The His Body “How Far Does He Think He Can Go? He’s Just A Head Can You Believe This?” The Body Shrugs “Don’t Worry! You Have My Best Part Still, Consider It A Gift” As He Said That A Bird Swooped Him Up And He Begins Panicking “Hey! No Stupid Bird! I’m Not Into Feathers, Put Me Down, No Wings Help Me! I’m Your Prisoner That Means I’m Your Responsibility, You Gotta Take Care Of Me Hurry Up! Wow He Left The Ground Quick, I Hate Heights! No Wings!!!!!!” Alice Just Watched And Said To Herself “Oh Goddamnit” She Straps Bendy’s Body To Her Back And Starts Running After The Bird, The Bird Makes Its Way To A Mountain And Alice Stops In a Town Where She Flags Down A Taxi, The Taxi Stops And Offers Her Inside Bit As She Steps Forward She Is Pushed By A Lady, Alice Gets Furious And Says To The Taxi “Don’t Go For A Second Please” She Leans Into The Window And Says “Is There A Problem Ma’am?” She Asks Agitated “Oh I Didn’t Know You Were In Such A Rush, Just Grow Some Wings” Alice Stares At Her And Presents Her Council Badge “By The Name Of The Heavenly Council I Demand A Reason!” The Lady Exits The Vehicle And Just Walks Away, Alice Enters The Vehicle And The Driver Says “Where To Miss?” “The Mountain 15 Miles Ahead” “Yes Ma’am” The Taxi Gets Driven To The Mountain, Once She Gets There The Taxi Says “Hey Careful I Heard Delinquents Stay At This Mountain” “How Do You Know?” The Driver Showed His Scared Face “Best You Not Know” Alice Exits The Vehicle And Hikes Up The Mountain To Where The Bird Is Staying And As Alice Does, She Hears Voices Of Kids Seemingly Rich Delinquents “Who’d Think My Bird Get Us A Ball To Play With?” “Maybe Since You Always Handle Them” “Fellas, Fellas? Can’t We Just Reason?” Bendy Said And Alice Peaked There Were 3 Of Them And Bendys Head Was At Their Feet, She Even Saw aim a Corner An Angel Gagged And Written All Over With Sharpie She Was Wet, Cold, Sad, And Dirty, She Realized Who She Was Afriel The Angel Of Youth The Abel Who Went Missing Just A Few Months Back Alice Stepped In While Presenting Her Council Badge “In The Name Of Heaven I Demand That Head And Angel Be Given To Me At Once!” The Delinquents Just Popped Knives Open And Approached Her They Got Ready To Give Her A Scar But Alice Just Took Her Halo Off And Threw It At Them Like A Frisbee Making All Three Delinquents Down, Alice Went To The Angel First Ungagged Her And Helped Her Up “Thank You” She Croaked “No Need Afriel, Just Head Back To Heaven And Notify Micheal” Alice Said “W- Well I Could, B- But The Corrupt Youth Broke My Wings” “Oh You Poor Thing” Alice Picks Up Bendys Head “Wow You Actually Caught Him, Heh Let’s Go” Alice Turns And Sees A Delinquent In The Same Type Of Clothes But Taller And Stronger But Had A Sword Seemingly 17th Century British Sword “By The Name Of Heaven I Demand You Drop Your Weapon!” The Delinquent Just Readied His Weapon And Alice Threw Her Halo Like A Frisbee But The Delinquent Must’ve Known What She Was Doing As he Dodged It And It Spun Back Onto Her Head, “Stop At Once Please” Afriel Said But The Delinquent Smiled, Swinging His Sword But Alice Dodged It By Rolling Afriel Took The Chance To Dash Past Him And Meet With Alice “No Wings! I’d Really Like To Go Now!” Bendy Said “Shut Up!” Both Afriel And Alice RUn Down The Hill Trying To Get Away From The Delinquent And They Did Once They Lost Him Alice Asks Afriel “Can You Call Dispatch Angels?” “The Corrupt Youth Back At The Mountain Thought It Be Funny To Break My Halo, How Do You Think I Couldn’t Call In The First Place?” Alice Noticed That Her Halo Was Missing So She Prayed For Dispatch Angels And As She Did They Came And Retrieved Afriel “Before You Go Make Sure She Gets The Proper Care She Needs then Come Back For Me” Alice Said Before They left “Don’t Worry We’ll Be Back” The Angels Flew Away To Heaven Hospital And Alice Took Bendy To Some Fields To Wait For The Angels To Come Again “So.. You’re Bringing Me To The Heavenly Council Huh? Guess That Is The End Of Your Adventure, I Get Sent To Heaven Prison, You Get Your Wings, Get Congratulated By Everyone And Become A Hero? Maybe You’ll Be A True Hero Huh?” Bendy Looks At The Ground Sad “End Of My Spree Huh?” Alice Kept Waiting Just Staring Into The Fields “Oh Well Atleast We Both Had Fun Together, Right No Wings?” “Yeah I Guess, I’ll Be Happy Now That I Have The Prize To My Wings, Then We’ll Get To See Who’s The No Wings Now Right” Both Chuckle “Hey Alice?” “Yeah?” “Do You Like Someone?” “Do You?” “Nah” “Same” Both Have A Silent Moment For Five Seconds “So, No Wings” “Alice” “Alice, Do You Think We Could Be Friends?” “Friends? Well I Mean That’s Against The Bible Isn’t It? And My Dad Wont Approve” “Who Is Your Dad?” “Believe it Or Not, He’s God” “You’re Kidding? Y- You Have God As Your Dad?” “Yep He Is, He Surely Would Never Allow Me to Have Wings If I Had A Devil Friend” Bendy’s Body Scoots Closer And Puts A Hand On Alice’s “Bendy Your Body Is” “I Know I Feel It” Alice Holds Bendy’s Head Up And Both Bendy And Alice Look Into Eachothers Eyes “Uh Alice?” “Yes?” “Do You Like Me?” “Bendy I Must Confess, Yes I Do, When I First Saw You I Knew Why Everyone Sent To Capture You Weren’t Able To Your Handsome, Cunning, Slippery, And All That” Alice Pulls Bendy’s Head Closer And Bendy Blushes “Uh Alice You Ok?” Alice Just Puckered Her Lips Ready To Kiss Bendy On The Cheek “No Wings! What Are You-” Alice Gives Bendy A Smooch On The Cheek “No Wings?” Alice Kept Smooching Around His Head Leaving Lip Marks “Alice! What The Hell Are You Doing?” “Don’t Worry About It” Soon The Dispatch Angels Come Back Down “Ms Angel We’re Back” “Actually Call It Off, Bendy Regrets Everything” “I- I Don’t Think Your Father Will Like That” “Whatever Let Him Forbid Me From Having Them, I Don’t Care Now” “You’ll Also Be Forbidden Into Heaven, Lose Your Job, Ne-” “Go At Once, I’ve Made My Decision “Let’s Just Go She’s Made Up Her Mind” Both Angels Fly Back Up To Tell The Council The News “Mind Untying Me Now?” Alice Unties Bendy And Puts His Head Back On Kissing Him Again “Ok Alice, That’s Enough” Alice Gets Hold Of Bendy’s Hands “Bendy? Would You Be In A Relationship With Me?” “Well-” “Its Ok I Don’t Care, I’ve Given Up My Dream For Wings Today Now I Just Wanna Be With You Bendy” Both Of Them Lean Towards Each Other And Kiss On the Lips

That’s All Folks! Thank You For Taking The Time To Read This Story, And Thank You Gamerboy123456 From Deviantart For Inspiring Me To Make This Story!

#BATIM #bendy x Alice

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