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asterdeer · 7 months ago
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1 sentence horror story: “‘I like hand sewing better than machine sewing,’ the quilter with chronically shaky hands and hypermobile fingers realized��
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shelterpark · 2 years ago
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Welcome Henrietta Biggle!
Name: Henrietta Biggle
Age: 25
Gender: Cis Female 
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual 
Height: Five Feet and One Inch tall
Location: Living out on her own around the forest of South Park. Trying to find the other goth kids. Hoping they are still alive out there.  Somewhere…
Occupation:  Henrietta has a small cave abour five miles away from town, she has been hording whatever she can find when she goes out to scavenge. She has a good amount of Cigarettes stashed away and is currently Trying to make them last. Smoking only one a day. Much to the dispare of her addiction. For being by herself she tries to be as resourceful as possible. 
Brief History: The goth lifestyle would stay strong between her and her best friends. Despite everything Henrietta still went off to college. Choosing to major in Mortuary science. Even through the cigarette smoke and embalming fluid she was really started to enjoy life in its own fucked up way… until the pandemic hit. She was alone. Sitting in the South Park graveyard to be one with the dead. A peaceful time until screams flooded into the night.
A real life horror movie was playing out right before her eyes. Her will to live outweighed the desire for death in that moment as she fought through anything and anyone to save herself. Viscera and gore was a torrential downpour as she fought gather whatever supplies the goth could. During this time she tried to find her found family.   To no avail. She was unable to find anyone that mattered to her and home wasn't an option anymore… it was engulfed in flames. 
Henrietta made a vow to try and find her fellow goth family. One way or another. She'd die trying.
5 or more HeadCanons: 
🔪 Although world has ended, Henrietta still finds ways to make her own makeup. Fire ashes make good eyeliner and eyeshadow. Surprisingly alot of the makeup stores were left untouched. She has about three tubes of black lipstick left. 
🔪 Her cave is decorated with various Halloween decor she manged to scavenge from abandoned homes
🔪 She refurbished a two person coffin into her own bed and it's quite proud of her handiwork 
🔪 she's learned to sew with all this new found time on her hands. She's made most if not all her own clothing in the last few months. Even if it's hand stitching she's quite proud of herself. 
🔪 she hopes to find her Found Family in one of the QZ Areas. Getting inside is the hard part. 
🔪 she hopes that she'd be able to trade for her sewing skills, she managed to pilfer a few large boxes from Joanns and making various sizes of clothing with what she has.
🔪  Henrietta has found that living out on her own carries its own dangers and utilizes whatever she can scavenge. Including: Kitchen knives, axes, a hand Pistol.  ( she doesn't know how to use it and it's only got 3 bullets), and a scythe she found from an abandoned farm. 
🔪 Recently she manged to find a random walkie talkie. She just got it to work and hopes perhaps she'll find another soul out there to keep her company 
🔪 Before the world went to shit, she was a Domme for hire. She made good money stepping on others… among other things. It paid the way for her education. 
RP Example: 
Hot wisps of smoke spirals into the air as Henrietta takes a long drag of the tobacco laced poison that is a cigarette. Her dark eyes dull and bored as she stares at the poser in front of her. Her black painted lips curl into a sneer as he begs her once again.
"Please Mistress. Give me another chance. I'll be a good boy. I promise-" 
" I don't want to hear another word from your conformist mouth. Be a good boy and get us another round of coffee. No questions. Just results. If you fuck up again. We are done. Got it ?"
Her free hand waves him off towards the direction of Tweeks coffee shop leaving the Goths to their own devices. It was the summer aftwr their senior year of high school, unreal that they made it this far but honestly graduating was a relief in of itself. This fucked up world couldn't get any worse right ?
" Boys, I gotta say it's been an honor being forced to gain a conformist education with you all. I'm thinking of going to college. Actually. I know. It's a fuckee place full of degenerates and know at all fuck ups. Listen. I'm going to go where the dead get ready to look pretty before they are laid to rest in the dirt. I wanna be the one to help make those bodies sing. Judge me if you want but I heard the pay is good too. Trust me on this. When you all kick the bucket I'll be the one to make you pretty for your funeral. "
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hidesinhisarchived · 2 years ago
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NON-FANDOM SPECIFIC: Sinking into Grief - This is ten years post-R/ENT. The friend group has long since drifted apart. Benny is deep into corporate America and has become nearly unrecognizable. Collins died eight years previously and was buried beside Angel. Maureen and Joanne are doing their own thing, although Mark isn’t sure whether they’re still together or apart. Roger has just died, fulfilling Mark’s fears and leaving him completely and utterly alone. While he’s built up quite the reputation for himself for his films, he’s never stopped living in New York because that was where Roger wanted to stay. Now that he’s gone, Mark is finally convinced to head out to California. This is where he meets insert muse here, a new neighbor and a friendly face who’s more than willing to make sure that Mark doesn’t do anything rash in his pain. ( takes place post-R/ENT, mid to late 90’s ) Positive - This is an au that starts during the events of the musical and carries on afterwards. Essentially, Mark decides to stop being ‘chickenshit’ and actually go through with getting tested for HIV. His entire world is shattered when the results come back as a positive. However, due to everything else that’s going on with Angel dying and Mimi getting sicker, Mark keeps his mouth shut about his results. He knows that if Buzzline finds out, it’ll be an automatic firing ( not that that’s too much of a tragedy ) and it’ll make it harder for him to get employment. To keep his lie quiet, Mark makes the trek outside of Alphabet City and its closely surrounding areas to find a support group. ( takes place during R/ENT and after, mid 80’s ) FANDOM SPECIFIC: Dangerous Entanglements - It’s the late 1970’s ( ‘78 - ‘79 ) or early 1980’s ( ‘80 - ‘81 ) and Mark is still full of naive hope that his dreams are just within his reach. The gang is still together and neither death nor reality has fully reached them yet. It all starts after a particularly nasty fight with Maureen that resulted in one of many temporary break ups. Collins convinces Mark to get away and go to Fire Island with him for the weekend, subtly trying to push the young filmmaker to experiment a bit. Mark eventually agrees and is dragged, camera and all, to the festivities. He stumbles into one of many parties that’s being hosted on the island. Unfortunately for him, this particular party was hosted by the infamous Sam. He catches the eye of the host and Mark soon finds himself having the wildest weekend of his life, causing him to pick up an addiction to both Sam and the cocaine. ( fandom: a/hs nyc. specific character: sam. can also involve the other characters at times, specifically theo and gino ) Hotel California - It’s the 1990’s and Mark has found himself all alone. Everyone is either dead or too busy doing their own thing to spend time like they used to. With no one to anchor him anymore, Mark finally gives in and heads to California. While he’s gotten decently famous with his documentaries, it’s still not enough to get a long term hotel room in a great hotel. As such, the filmmaker finds himself stumbling into the Hotel Cortez at three in the morning, exhausted and desperate for a place to stay for a bit. ( fandom: a/hs hotel ) Ghosts? Really? - Mark gets hired by a production company to do a documentary on the infamous Murder House. The company even goes so far as to buy the house and has Mark and his crew stay there to make it feel more “realistic.” The time period this takes place in really depends on the character(s) involved. I’m leaning a bit towards present day Mark, who would be in his early 60’s but I’m willing to shift it as needed. ( fandom: a/hs m/urder ho/use )
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plushkitsunecrafts · 3 years ago
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she’s getting a new mane (eventually)  I’m going to do the initial design full size and 3D this time.  So it’s pretty much guaranteed to turn out much better.
And her mane is guaranteed to turn out softer.  I don’t know why Joann doesn’t carry the standard plushie making fabric, but I went to a less ... um, discount, fabric store and got some of the good stuff.  They didn’t have faux fur anymore though, which was kinda disappointing.
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nct-lian · 4 years ago
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nct 127’s relation to lian
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TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI
taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((
such a soft but overlooked duo
will appreciate each other forever and ever
lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny
remain each other’s hype man and woman
taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity
promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter
lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one
he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral
they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA
lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram
taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes
he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-
he also used to help her with her homework :(
cried when lian went on her first date
“my child is growing up (´∩`。)”
had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though
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JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN
johnny is her dad, period
no questions asked he is her father
will give her piggyback rides all the time
he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping
at 6:00 am
he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed
he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!
whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((
speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her
if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh
because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it
he was NOT embarrassed
“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”
kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video
“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“
he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be
everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ・x・
it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized
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TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG
has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny
“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“
whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister
“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”
one of the first members that she was comfortable with
lian said that he was her role model :’(
as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten
because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters
but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵
she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day
he cried
declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies
taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it
always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo
he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her
instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D
“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”
taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ
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YUTA + LIAN: YUN
totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah
yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed
did i mention obsessed?
he’s jealous of everyone :(
yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian
bye if that’s true-
hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,
“mine. go away”
i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram
lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((
but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)
yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!
we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him
how do we know this, you may ask?
it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight
he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort
lian says that he’s very pretty
much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music
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DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO
another member of the lian protection squad
doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake
it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better
will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian
was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him
said “no” and walked away
lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)
they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm
doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time
he spoils her SO MUCH
like so much
half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung
has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times
“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”
they take such pretty instagram pictures :((
at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0
not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love
disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes
“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”
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JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI
not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|
but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)
jaeli + yun love triangle anyways
jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much
once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her
makes sure to be near her as often as possible
once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)
“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”
didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way
*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl
it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´~`)┌
lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks
just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining
johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian
sad,, i know
lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets
continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab
jaehyun smiles at her for no reason
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JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO
an instant bond formed between them when they first met!
jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(
gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her
buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!
liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon
she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-
an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo
nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member
maybe because lian said he was
“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”
*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*
they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand
even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes
they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together
more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay
jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)
their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven
lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/
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MARK + LIAN: LIMARK
leader of lian’s natural length hair committee
like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-
mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!
they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean
mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes
has to remind himself they’re like siblings
lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!
it was adorable :((
lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to
they had a fight in 2019
mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ノ
mars bar, markie, mork, marko
AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-
he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit
someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (;⌣̀_⌣́)
they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other
“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*
“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer
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HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK
haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas
calls her short all the time
“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”
they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking
they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them
but despite this, they love each other very much
hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad
and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them
limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark
there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-
haechan loves her hugs :((
like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????
lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”
“shut up <3”
hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018
she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far
he goes to her for dance advice
during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ
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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 3 years ago
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Hi! Could you write about that the axis and the allies kiss their s / o and there is a scene of transformation like in the beauty and the beast and the countries become human? As only with a kiss of true love the spell will be broken.
I'm a terrible gremlin. I'm not sorry for this.
Intro: C/N and his S/O have been together for a while now. Words of affirmation, silent vows, and moments of love have come and go. Now more than ever do they feel connected. Hearts beat, and palms sweat as they both lean in for a kiss. Lips pressed flush against each other as a light beams over C/N body. The light penetrating through the eyelids of their lover. The bright glow flickers and glitters as their body seems to react and shift. Only once the light and spiraling strands of magic fade away does it reveal... Nothing. Their body is still the same, and only after asking what the heck just happened does a crumpled up note fall from the sky (Rome's balcony) with words scribbled in chicken scratch "You are human now! Congrats!".
Axis:
Germany:
He just kind of blinked.
His heart was still beating hard from the kiss, but seeing this note in his hand, part of him felt... Relieved.
No more wars, no more having to plan meetings.
He can just... Live a life?
Looking up to his Precious treasure, tears in his eyes, he brings them in for another kiss.
The best part of the news is he can spend the rest of his life with his S/O.
Japan:
He takes a few moments to process what happened.
Even looking up at the sky for a second or two. Having half a heart attack at seeing the giant Rome giving them a thumbs up.
Only after his S/O pokes his arm does he realize what just happened.
In one quick motion he's gone from a big grin, to locking lips with his Darling.
He's not a country anymore.
He doesn't have the urge to hold back, just to be the proper representation of his home land.
He can love his S/O, with no strings attached.
Italy:
He reads the note over, and then out loud.
He starts to laugh, his chest heaving from the excitement.
"I'm... Human..."
All he can do is hold and twirl his S/O around. Even if they're wheelchair bound, they're getting gently pushed around in a small dance.
He's the happiest he's ever been.
So of course they're going to the best restaurant to celebrate!
Allies:
America:
He seems sad at first.
After all he spent most of his life fighting for the freedom of his citizens.
Even if the path he walked wasn't always righteous, what choice did he have?
Choice.
He was free. He didn't have to carry the weight of a whole nation on his back, for pretty much no reason.
No more pain, and no more struggling.
He can experience the American dream for himself.
And with the most important person in his life.
England:
He felt, confused.
One hand he was excited.
No more fighting, and he can live a normal life.
But his S/O has to understand that this also means he has to say goodbye to his fairytale friends.
It was bittersweet, but seeing his S/O for the first time with a newly formed perspective, he is more than ready.
He feels so much, lighter?
His first order of business. More kisses. More one on one time. More everything.
France:
He was ecstatic, speechless even.
He was... Human!
He shook his head, and tossed the note to the street, and kissed his lover
Again and again.
His heart beats slightly different, and he... Likes it?
It's a new adventure, and most of all...
He might be able to introduce his S/O to Joann of Arc one day.
He will be ready for immortality in the afterlife. His most precious darling by his side.
Until then he's going to spend every waking moment with them, if possible.
After all, they only have a lifetime to spend. And maybe eternity after.
China:
He was in a good amount of shock.
He was with the love of his life, and they were the key to becoming mortal?
He loved them then, but his feelings are certainly stronger now.
He was still in shock though.
After all these years, all this time.
He's finally human?
He didn't even know it was a curse.
He's so excited though, he has no idea what he wants to do now.
His S/O is going to have to help get him moving.
Russia:
He breaks down immediately.
He's going to need a minute or so to calm down.
After all, this was the kind of thing he was waiting for.
The knowledge that his life is finally going to have a meaning.
And that meaning is his S/O.
He's going to be so- he's going to be a hot mess for a few days
He'll be bouncing back and forth between happiness, and fear
He's going to lose a lot of the things that he worked hard to gain. His power, his reputation, his friends... It what he calls friends.
But when he comes back around he's the most sweetest person on earth.
Will want to do a lot of fun things almost 24/7. Until he realizes a human body can only take so much without exhausting itself.
So his S/O needs to keep an eye on him.
Happy (belated) Kissing day!
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heroofpenamstan · 4 years ago
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interesting + jojake xx
Thank you for this cheap ploy, lovely! x This is simply just some writing practice, the setting is up in the air and undetermined, but I really wanted to actually post something for once. Since I’m re-doing my entire canon and their relationship with it, I needed to gauge their new dynamic, which, admittedly, is going to be far darker than what it innitially was ( though not as bad as how I presented it here—I think? ). Anyway, enjoy my failed attempt at something decent! ♥
word count: 1k
rating: M for mature themes.
warning: elements of dubcon, brain-washing, dark themes, slight smut ( but not really ), swearing, blood and gore. Also, we die like men in draft form.
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Joanne cannot remember how she ended up here again, not fully.
She has an even harder time recalling why she is stood before him, looking up at him, gaze clouded and heavy like her rising chest that presses against his. Nothing seems to matter anymore, not the fresh wounds littering her body, not the blood that sticks to her hands, slimy and slick, still; nothing at all but this, but him, all of a sudden—
She cannot think, because he has his hand looped around your neck, nearly lovingly, most certainly painfully, and he tells you that only you, yes, you, Joanne, could have made it this far. He kisses you, then, presses his scarred mouth—a gift from you, long ago—hungry and demanding, teeth nipping, and you, yes, you, Joanne, let him, for there is nothing of you that doesn't belong to him anymore. The palm he drags over his shoulder, once free and unrestrained, carries his gun now, raises it to your eye level, and pulls.
Bang. Bangbangbang.
You hear it now, too, but the sound does not explode through your veins like it should, does not make you recoil and shudder with the thud of a body crumbling before your feet. Books splatter on the concrete ground carelessly, your body across the table more welcoming and preferable than any work of Joseph ever will be, and you, Joanne, are completely and utterly ensnared by his looming form, pressed tightly against him, welcoming and favoured, arms locked around his neck, and there is nothing you can do as he slowly devours you, his little soldier—
But then he chooses to purposely hum a slight tune, right against your neck, just below your bloodied earlobe, and even through the throbbing pain, you still realize, and recognize.
Joanne rotates her shoulder, lets the bone crash painfully, venomously, insistently against his chest to make him stop and let go because, no, it's not your voice that echoes throughout your skull, splitting and loud, but his.
His, Jacob's, praising and soft and insistent, loud against the muffled sound of the music box she notices just now stringing along it's tune—stringing her along to it's tune. To Jacob's—
She feels sick; her blood-stained mouth sneering, snarling, trying her best to hold in the bile and the curses and the shout, and yet—when, suddenly, there's only silence between them, the music and the residue trance broken with the snap of a box, Joanne spits at him, needing him to feel her rage, hot and grimy and slick with blood against him. Jacob simply wipes at his chin, tries to get rid of the saliva there, and laughs.
She hates hearing the ring of him in her head, hates the way she loses herself at the drop of a hat, a snap of a finger—just like that, body and mind ensnared by him, making her his in every single way that counted or mattered.
"Interesting," is the only word he breathes out slowly, ( softly, always so fucking softly, like his fucking brother )  as he untangles his limbs from where they had been curled around her slight form. He steps back, not bothering to lift her up from where she lays there, across his table, staring at the ceiling in silent contempt, nor the white, thick book at his feet he should be revelling at.
You know what he wanted to say to you, the unspoken sentence hanging in the air, and you start to fret, for you, yes, you, Joanne, are starting to become immune, apparently: to the conditioning, to the effects of it, to the guilt. And, oh, do you feel fucking guilty and dirty for feeling cold and empty without the ( familiar; you hate just how familiar ) drag of his body against yours, or his hand against your neck, or his voice inside your head.
But you fret longer, still, that he will drag you back into that seat and tie you down and blast that god damn song until the only thing you can see is red. So much red. Red all over. Redredred.
Your hands, the walls, the screams.
Joanne fears that the slight turn of his torso and the curl of his mouth ( so red and bloodied against scarred skin ) means that he will take her by the forearm and drag her through the building, kicking and screaming, until the music deafens any fight left in her, making her fully his, like he first intended it; his little soldier—
But this was just another spontanious test of his. A hunch, he had said, after she was brought into the room, too awake and too wild to truly and fully be under his tune. He had pulled open the lid, pulled the trigger with it, and Joanne cannot pin-point how long ago that was as she became lost in the music, lost in him.
( For a fleeting moment, anyway. )
However, even with his hunch proven to be correct, Jacob does no such thing.
He does not drag you to a secluded room nor paints your vision in red ( he never again would, you soon learn, not when it didn’t truly count ). He does not pay you much mind at all, actually; still splattered on his table, still on full display, clothed and bloody and sore, as he pockets the music box with another slight hum that makes you involuntarily jolt and him smirk further, deeper; relishing in his hold on you, even with the deathly quiet between you.
“Next time, do better; be quicker,” he says to you as a parting, Joanne, and you’d be a fool not to heed his suggestion.
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Thank you for the tag @theageofsims!
Rules:  1. Pick a sim of your choice
2. Tell us about them
3. Tag someone else (if you want to!)
Name: John Anderson
How old is your sim? Late 50s/early 60s
When is your sim’s birthday? I’m not actually sure when it is haha, so I’ll use Harrison Ford’s birthday (who this character is based on) which is July 13th 
What is your sim’s zodiac sign? He would therefore be a Cancer 
Martial Status: He was very happily married to his wife Joanne and they also had a daughter but very sadly they both were murdered in a house fire which he’s now investigating. He is devastated by their deaths but deep down he will always be married to Joanne despite her death. He just loves her too much!
Does your sim have any nicknames? No I don’t think so, apart from him being called grumpy John where he used to work. 
Do they have a job? If so what is it?  He’s a Detective Inspector, and he’s always been a workaholic and claims he loves his job, but recently it’s all caught up with him how much pain and illness this job had caused him over the years and he’s devastated it’s lead to his family being killed and having to work on their case and his friend’s case after his friend was shot in front of him 2 years prior to his families’ deaths. Working too much and stress has also caused him to suffer more than 1 heart attack and he really isn’t too well anymore.
Where does your sim live? A rural midlands village/town in the UK.
Who does your sim live with? Used to live with his wife (daughter moved out to go to work but visited often) but now he’s living with Abby Sullivan, a detective who’s helping him out and working on the case too. 
What environment did your sims grow up in? It was loving but became quite tense when his bother Robbie started becoming jealous and aggressive towards him. 
What are your sim’s favorite food? He hates everything these days, but normally he loves any kind of pasta dish.
What is your sim’s favorite drink? Water (I know haha) because he barely drinks anything and he usually has water when he gulps his pills down, he also should lay off caffeine because of his heart condition
If they have one what is your sim’s favorite color? Green, black, grey and brown
Is your sim introverted or extroverted? He’s most likely introverted and likes to keep himself to himself but he’ll shout happily (or angrily rather) at any criminal who’s being difficult.
What is your sims favorite woohoo position? I’m not actually sure haha, I’ll have to ask him!
Is your sim a pet person? He loves dogs and cats, he doesn’t own one at the moment, but is thinking about it to help with his grief and loss. 
Does your sim have a best friend? He used to be best friends with his colleague Reg who was sadly shot in front of him on duty 2 years ago which he still has flashbacks from. Of course he was best friends with his beloved wife Joanne and loved his daughter very much. Now he’s become friends with Abby who has helped him a lot and also has remained good friends with a colleague Matt who visits him often. 
What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject? He enjoyed English literature and some science, particularly when he became interested in joining the police as the forensic side of science started to become relevant to the work he was drawn to. He also had interests in criminology but didn’t do a full degree, he joined the police and worked himself up.
Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? He went to college to study courses he was interested in but didn’t go to university, he joined the police, as mentioned above.
What are your sims political beliefs? John literally despises every politician to have ever walked the land and hates the government haha! He has no party so to speak. How do you know a politician is lying? Their lips are moving. That’s John’s outlook and actually kind of mine since I’ve gone into a depression recently haha! He just doesn’t trust any of them and thinks they’re all out of touch. He knows what real pain feels like, he’s been through hell and back, those guys don’t understand a thing!
Does your sim have a favorite TV show: Doesn’t have one, he hates everything!
Does your sim like books? He did like books but really hasn’t had the time to pick one up in ages, the only thing he’s been reading are crime files full of distressing images and details about real deaths not fictional ones. And any kind of novel would be way too heavy going for him right now!
What is your sim’s personal style? He wears a suit for his job as a DI but usually just wears cute green jumpers (I think they look cute on him haha) and shirts, which are usually green or brown, grey or black. 
Is your sim religious? He hasn’t thought about God in ages but is drawn to go into a church after he’s been told he needs a major operation on his heart and has lost hope with everything. However, he wonders why he even bothered going in because he feels like this God guy has just given him all this suffering so loses hope again. But he does slowly gain more of a connection with the church nearby, especially after his families’ funerals but overall he’s not really religious. He questions it and doesn’t really know if he believes in it. 
What kind of music does your sim listen to? As he hates everything he hasn’t had time to listen to anything but he quite likes classical music and rock music. He has fond memories of listening to music with his wife when they met and further on into their lives together. He’d probably well up and cry if he listened to music he used to love again for this reason ;(
What is your sim’s favorite type of weather? He doesn’t really care, he’ll take whatever comes his way!
Does your sim have a dream job? Not really, he used to think being a detective was his dream but it’s caused him to witness awful things and has now taken his family away. He’s had to bury it all over the years the pain it’s really caused him. After his operation, he tries to look for something he can do to keep him busy but not dangerously busy like before!
Does your sim have any siblings? Yes, an older brother who’s a massive twat and a younger sister who’s nice luckily.
Does your sim get along with their family? He obviously loved his wife and daughter very much, but despises his brother with a passion as it was his brother Robbie who had criminals burn the house down his family perished in. He cannot believe his own brother would do this and the shock of the news brings on a massive heart attack which really does nearly kill him. He gets on well with his nephew, Nathan (Robbie’s son) and essentially raised him as well when Robbie was controlling Nathan’s mother and treating him like shit (this makes Robbie very jealous and wanting revenge, hence the murder).
What is your sims favorite hobby? Walking, he finds peace when he goes out for a walk in the woods or somewhere peaceful even if he’s despairing. He likes to clear his head, although it has been a mistake him going out alone after he suffered a heart attack alone in the woods after his families’ funeral.
What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? He refuses to ever look for anyone else again. It was Joanne and always will be Joanne, she was the love of his life. 
What is a flaw your sim has? He’s a bit too much of a workaholic and buries his head in the sand about the fact working so vigorously is making his condition worse, despite everyone around him telling him so. He constantly misses counselling appointments and heart checkups out of fear his health has declined further which he knows it is doing. He struggles to face up to these things and works even harder as a result to bury that fear away. It’s a downward spiral that’s just making him worse. He also gets incredibly angry at others very easily, but it’s understandable given what’s happened in his life lately. 
Does your sim have a greatest achievement? If so what is it?  For John, probably surviving in the first place! He’s survived so much, he survived his heart condition, he’s survived dangerous situations in his job and has survived all this grief and misery (that’s not to say it won’t ever go away) but he has somehow been managing to carry on and I’m proud of him haha! He needs a massive hug rn.
If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? Being unable to save his wife and daughter from the house fire and this is something that haunts him daily, nightly and for the rest of his life. 
I’m tagging whoever wants to do this!
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kajaono · 5 years ago
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Hey if you have the time, what are some of your current fav ships and what are your fav things about them (their dynamic or a scene in canon or whatever) and some headcanons? I know this is might take some time to answer and I'm not sure you want to, but if you do thanks a lot. Im just curious. And yeah, just have a great day (:
Thank you for asking. I am allways happy to make extra long posts ;)
I had a hard time deciding how to start that post but decided to go with:
Cherik - X men
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There are multiple reasons why this ship means the world to me and will be allways close to my heart.
First, at all I grew up with the xmen movies. Cuddled up with my best friend, in her bed, watching the old x men movies (xm1 to 3) until 2 o’clock in the night. It is a feeling like coming home. And the underlying queer theme allways attracted me.
Second: I am a sucker for the enemies to lover trope. It is this amazing thing that no matter how much they “hate” each other, or how long they have not seen eachother, or how deeply they hurted eachother if one one of them is in danger the other one will allways run and save the other one. This is love imo
Also they are as canon as they could be in Hollywood. My headcanon for young!Cherik is similar to the one Michael Fassbender has for them. They are married, doing a fishing trip around the whole world, to come back at the end to Genosha raising, teaching and carrying for a new generation of mutant kids.
For old Cherik: They are happily living together in the school, due to the utopia Wolverine created in Days of future past. Magneto is probably teaching the kids mechanics
And there are allready rumors that Marvel wants to recast them. If they will touch our happy Cherik ending with their rotten hands i will riot!
Stormpilot - Star Wars
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Yeah i still use that name. Because i am on this boat since the beginning. It is a little bit damaged but still sailing so this is my happy ship.
I was never a big Star Wars fan but these two dudes made me fall in love with Star Wats because even before i realized i was queer i knew this ship was special and make history, in one way or another. And we did, didn’t we? We are now taken seriously. Shipping is not a “ugly” fangirl thing anymore but people start to realize taht it is also a scream for representation. But we still have to go a long way
I love that this kind of a “love at the first sight” thing (at least for Poe). And that they have an instead chemistry with eachother. I was sitting in TROS and smiling like an idiot everytime they were on screen and cried buckets when they were both single and together in the end. They treat eschother well and have a deep respect for eachother. There is no macho behavior just pure friendship with a lot of gay tension. Every scene with them in TROS was a blast. And i am sure Finn is now slowly realizing he is love with Poe as well. Poe gives Finn his ring. Finn finds out he is a long lost prince and learns jedi tricks. And then they marry. And adopt a lot of droids children!
They are my hope. And they will be my first tattoo.
Phrack (Phryne x Jack) - MFMM
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One of the few straight ships i actively ship. They are so damn well written. There is nothing toxic about their relationship. And the slow burn tension is killing you slowly. How they care for eachother without Jack being Phrynes savior. And how Phyrne allways gets calm perfect Jack irritated is so cute.
Also the moments where Phyrne is teasing Jack or Jack calls Phryne “Phryne” instead of “Miss Fisher” like he normally does.  And that Jack is ready to learn how to accept gay people and working independent women through Phryne is beautiful.
No headcanons here. I just want to watch the upcoming movie “Miss Fisher and the crypt of tears” that explains what happenes directly after the season 3 finale.
Give! Me! That! Movie! Now!
Keyla x Joann - Star Trek Discovery
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There is not too much to say about them. I just hope they will be canon. They didn’t had much screentime yet but everytime they are together it feels like they are dating since years. And Keyla is confirmed bisexual. I hope we will see them together in season 3. If not i will just keep on pretending that they got married at the end, adopted a lot of space kitten and live their best lives as speca wIw.
Also the are holding hands in that scene above, fight me!
Michael x Tilly - Star Trek Discovery
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Nothing better then space wIw pairings.
I like how they deeply care for eachother and Tilly was ready to accept Michael even though she was an outcast. And Michael was ready to accept Tilly even though she normally can not deal with talkactive people.
Tilly helped Michael a lot to express her feelings  while Michael helped Tilly to fight for her dream as a Captain.
Also they canonly hold hands multiple times. They are so soft around eachother. I am so ready for season 3.
Sherlock x Joan x Marcus - Elementary
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I actually ship them in every variation (because above all Johnlock) but here i make an expactation. The deep care they have for eachother. They had a few problems at the start but if someone feels bad now, both are ready to help that person. Joan is constantly checking on Marcus personal live, and lives with Sherlock anyway, while Sherlock constantly looks out for Joan and Marcus and looks that they find happines. And Marcus has thought multiple times about moving in with Sherlock and Joan.
While Sherlock doesn’t really liked to be touched both Joan and Marcus have iconic hug scenes with Sherlock. And after Joan and Sherlock find out that Marcus will move to a new job they both do everything they can so Marcus will be successful, The epsiode ends with Sherlock looking at Marcus for a really long time, smiling like a love sick dork, while he lefts with  “ It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright now, I’m fine with how it all went down “ playing the background.
I haven’t watched season 7 yet but with Marcus risking his career for both Joan and Sherlock i hope he will finally moves in with them.
Honorable mentions to my fav ships forever:
Nomanita - Sense8
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The lesbian crime fighting duo every show deserve. They only know pure love and support for eachother.
And i send a flip flop to netflix to see them getting married. Yeah i am that extra sometimes
Johnlock - EVERY univserse
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Just because!
And the “i just discovered it”-ship:
Geralt x Jaskier - The witcher
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They are so dumb. It is amazing. I hope Jaskier finds a nice boyfriend in the next seasons. Or gets to kiss Geralt. Because he definitly wants to
I hope this list satisfied you. I am allways happy to make more.
Have a great day as well
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melloian · 3 years ago
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Character Bio 10
Alexandre Colbert 
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Age: 26 at death 
Gender: M
Race: French Species:  Human (formerly), Zombie (currently)
Alignment: Bad
Status: Dead
Occupation: Ice cream vendor, Supervillain 
Love interest: none 
Friends:  Joanne, Andre (vendor), Zombizou 
Enemies: Miraculous heroes, comedy...
Personality: Irritable, complaintive, envious, Loquacious, Competitive, Obedient, overdramatic, Vindictive, Sanctimonious
Bio: Alexandre is a zombie who pretty much spends they life on being a villain. At day, he pretty much disguise himself as a human and be vendor. However in the afternoon, he usually himself. He pretty much known to insult everyone and complain about anything. He can also be easily irritated. He pretty much goes by the name, Ha-endor. 
He sometimes act nice, but he claims its boring to act nice. 
As a villain: He have some type of grudge against comedy. He wants to complete remove its existence.
Backstory:
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Alexandre was just a normal vendor who was working at a festival whose sells ice cream. Announcement went on about some one coming on stage. He took this time as a break and went over there. The people announced a comedian to come on stage. At this time, Alexandre loved jokes. The comedian soon introduced himself and started with his jokes. However his jokes was horrible, but Alexandre laughed at each one. Soon Alexandre ended up choking and coughing and eventually his body collapsed causing everyone to freak out. The announcer soon called the hospital. Ambulance soon came and rushed him to the hospital. But as soon they put him on a ventilator, he was already dead. Later, people announced his death, and soon started his funeral. After the funeral and putting him a gravesite, soon a necromancer came near. The necromancer soon revive him as a zombie. However, it was error that caused him to look different. As soon as he was revived, he instantly choked the necromancer. Necromancer push his arms out the way. Alexandre wanted to know why he revived him, but the necromancer didn’t answer and just soon left. Instead of yelling at necromancer for an answer, he thinks that he revived him for a 2nd chance. So he used this chance to go against comedy because how he die from it. So he later called himself Ha-endor.
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Whenever he laughs, people starts to uncontrollable laugh around him.
When people show any laughing emotion, he able to drain them and gather their happy soul. Which he can consume. Once he do so, the person falls unconscious, drained.
Soon or later, he was able to drain any time of happy emotion.
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He can freeze people with his mouth.
He can make icy mist with his finger. He can use this power to make an area cold or change the weather to cold (he only used this on stomera changing the weather (stormy weather)).
However if he change the weather, he ends up dying temporarily. 
Ice blaster 9000 - He built this since he cant turn people fully to ice, so this blaster makes a person into ice crystal.
He can make bomb balloons.
Weakness: If he keeps laughing, he ends up choking and his heart stops (his heart stills works in his undead form but its very weak.) In result spiting out blood.
(I recommend you skipping these akumantized forms)
Phobia Circus (akumantized form)
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Altered personality: stubborn, Bizarre, Boisterous, Imprudent
cause of akumanzation: guard at the theme park wouldn’t like him to enter because he would’ve scared the children which angered him. 
Goal: He wants to show him what’s true fear is like
Akumantized object: Balloon
abilities:  
Because of his size, he able to smash anything with his body. (first form)
He uses his mouth as a portal to enter his “fear circus” world.
Inside there, he able to create anyone’s true fear. He can also create rides and games about the person’s fear or for tormenting the person.
He can stretch his body in strange ways and pretty much flexible.
He uses a hammer to smash things far away (first form)
He pretty stiff 
Weakness: since his 1st form is made out of balloon, there’s a hole to unplug it. 
If the person show no fear, he becomes weakened.
Gaganai (akumanzatied form)
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Altered personality: selfish, immature, Impatient, mischief, Deceitful, irresponsible
He pretty much acts like a toddler and have a brain of a toddler now (and the size of a toddler). However, he still have parts of his adult mind. He pretty much fumble with his words, so its sorta hard to understand him.
cause of akumanzation: Joanne didn’t appreciate his work and started yelling him for doing a sloppy job for helping with the creche. So Joanne didn’t want anymore help from him, causing him to get really angry and complaint about everything.
Goal: get revenge on Joanne 
Akumantized object: pacifier 
abilities:  
With his lollipop, he can age down people to the point they turn into dust. He can do the same by making them age up instead. The more he holds the lollipop towards the person, it will rapidly de-age or age them. 
He can also make people dazed if he smack them awhile the lollipop energy is on. 
Weakness:
If he uses too much energy, the lollipop will stop working. The only way to recharge the lollipop is to suck on the lollipop.
Since he post to be toddler, he very fragile. 
He can run fast, however, he can trip easily causing to hurt himself.
He can be easily distracted by toys. He will attempt to resist it because of it.
Relationships (main ones):
Ha-endor & Zombizou
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Ha-endor meet Zombizou near the graveyard. They become friends later. He pretty much annoyed about her “love”  comments. He hates the fact she calls him plummie. However, he pretty much enjoy her as a friend.
Alexandre & Joanne
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Alexandre met Joanne when he was alive. They used to chat alot and hang out with each other. When he off work, he usually visit her. She always wanted to work in the hobby he likes doing, but he refuses because he thinks its embarrassing. The last thing he told to Joanne was him being happy to work at the festival before he died. 
Meeting him again
When he die, Joanne was upset. She started to miss him being around. Alexandre wanted to visited one last time, however Joanne was scared of him. He told her who he was and then Joanne stopped. She started crying and hugged him soon after.
Onwards
Alexandre and Joanne still get along as before, however not much. Alexandre dislikes how she can get angry fast recently and soon apologize afterwards. 
Later, he realized Joanne had a crush on him this entire time.
Ha-endor & Gabriel
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Even though Ha-endor don’t work at Daroness, He knows Gabriel. He dislikes him and thinks he the worst thing that ever happened. He also hate how he can’t talk to others in his tower.
Full body
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Ghost form
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Before he die
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Other information:
He can exit his body if he wanted too.
His death became popular for some reason.
He is one of the villains who can’t remember their akumantized forms. Other being mime and Nathalie. 
Even though he doesn’t show sympathy, he sometimes cares for others. But he hides that. 
He had many hobbies such as designing outfits, cosplaying, drawing, acting  and baking. But he claims its embarrassing to tell anyone this. However he uses these hobbies for making disguises.
He can sometimes tell when some one is acting or lying.
He have a curse where he will uncontrollably laugh at random. He claims that he trying to prevent himself from doing this but its too strong.
He become a ice cream vendor because he loved ice cream way too much.
He carries a emery board on his pocket. He usually use it just to irritate people awhile using it on his nails.
He is post to play as a comedic relief character but will still have serious moment though.
GUYS AM SORRY FOR THE CRINGE I DONT HAVE A FETISH I SWEAR. TRUST ME, WHEN I MAKE THE COMICS IS NOT GOING BE CRINGE.
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To involve this cringey post just please go here for information about zombies.
However at the same time i posted this to wait for psychomedian episode will come out any time soon. 
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cheerfulmelancholies · 4 years ago
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Medical Mechanical-Ch. 4
"This is it, Diana. Just one more day and then it'll be over." She stopped mumbling to herself as she secured her bike to its usual light post. It was Friday and she couldn't wait for the weekend. Not only would she have more time to relax, she could also do some digging on MM. Despite these benefits, however, the best part about the next two days was that she wouldn't have to hear all the gossip and nonsense about her and her father.
Walking into first period gave her the exact same scenario she'd just escaped from yesterday, only now Megan and her gaggle of hens stood waiting by her usual spot. Joanne wore an especially smug expression, as though she'd achieved something Diana had no hope of gaining. She groaned and craned her gaze to the ceiling before entering the danger zone.
"What," she said before they could open their mouths.
Megan faltered for a millisecond before offering one of her signature grins. "Well, aren't you just excited to be here today," she said, tone patronizing.
Diana blinked and watched her with disinterest.
"You've obviously got other stuff to do so I'll make this quick. I heard Medical Mechanical is about to open a new division." She paused for dramatic affect.
Diana sighed, having no choice but to take the bait. Acting like it physically hurt her, she said, "So?"
"I heard your father is supposed to be at the forefront of it." She caught the slight twitch of an eyebrow and flashed a Cheshire grin. "Apparently, Mr. Ryder is one of their best."
"And you would know this, how?"
"Well, I've met this remarkable man who works at one of their Rapid Response clinics and he said-"
She didn't need to hear anymore. "Let me stop you right there," Diana said, pointing a finger in the other girl's face. "First off, if that's supposed to be some underhanded insult then, wow, you are really losing your edge. I mean, come on. Remarkable," she mocked, imitating the other girl’s voice. "Anyone who's stupid enough to date you isn't any more worth my time than dog shit, so stop trying to make me jealous. And even if you are dating some guy who works there, there's no way he's anywhere near your age, so go ahead and guess what that makes you." She chuckled. "But I'll be kind. I'll go ahead and give you the benefit of the doubt and say you're just full of B.S." She flashed her own sinister grin at the girl's offended look.
"Like you know everything," Joanne snapped, stepping in to defend her leader. "She's just trying to warn you. You're the one whose father works for those freaks."
Turning to satellite two, she said, "Nice defense. Am I supposed to be insulted or what? Isn't she apparently dating someone from there? How's that make her any better?" She looked back at Megan. "And you. I love how you know so much more about my father than me, the person who's actually related to him. I may not know everything he does, but I do know that's bull. Now, if you're done here, I'd like to sit." She finished with a wave to her unoccupied seat.
Megan scoffed. "I was just trying to help you, freak." She spat the word like it tasted foul. "Don't come crying to me when your dad becomes their latest scandal."
"Don't worry," Diana retorted. "You go ahead and worry about your own problems." Without another word she shooed them away and plopped into the chair. She ignored their comments about her father and her messed up family situation. Two minutes later saw the teacher walk in and begin class.
As Ms. Kohl began lecturing them on the importance of the Civil Rights movement, Diana took consecutive glances at the classroom door. Everyone was there but Ethan. She tried to quell her fears by telling herself that he was just running late, or that he'd skipped class. It wasn't unusual, though it kept bothering her. He wasn't like that; he was, like her, too different from the others. She felt a little upset at the thought that he couldn't even show up for her sake, as ridiculous as that sounded. They weren't friends, not really, and he wasn't obligated to stick by her side like glue. He probably just wanted a break from all the harassment.
Still, she found herself missing the camaraderie they shared in being the only two outcasts, and she rather liked the game they played. She tried not to let the disappointment show as she scribbled down notes and periodically fired glares at Megan. When class ended and she carried her things to English, she once again found the room devoid of the boy in question.
It wasn't until lunch that she spotted him, hiding outside at the far end of the campus.
"Where were you?" She was glad she brought her lunch tray with her; he looked like he could use the fuel.
Ethan snapped out of his daze and looked at Diana, surprised. "Oh, hey," he responded. He ran a hand through his hair.
"I don't think that's gonna help." His dark locks were frazzled and sticking up at random angles. No matter how many times he tried to smooth it, the stubborn follicles rebelled.
"Whatever." He refocused his gaze back on the road leading to the school.
"Here." Diana poked him in the arm with the corner of her tray. "You look like you need it," she said to his bewildered expression.
Ethan took it and, with one last glance at the street, motioned with his head for her to follow him. He ignored her questions until they were by the boiler room door away from prying eyes and ears. "Sit," he said, seating himself on the only patch of grass not overtaken by weeds.
"I think I'm good." She folded her arms against herself. This new behavior of his was freaking her out.
He sighed. Picking at the cheap salad, he said, "I was late for a reason, you know."
"Yeah. What was up with that? You're always on time, you nerd." She was trying not to show how much it had bugged her.
"What does your dad tell you about his job?"
The unexpected query took her by surprise. "Nothing much," she said after a moment. His eyes were dead serious.
"You don't know anything about what he does, do you?" He watched her shake her head. "It's the same thing with my mom."
"What does this have to do with you being late?"
"Do you ever keep yourself up at night wondering if any of the rumors are true? Don't you think it's odd... creepy really, that Medical Mechanical never reveals anything they’re working on until it’s done? What do you think they do in that windowless building of theirs?" He let her think about it.
Diana was silent for a few minutes. She didn't like where this was going and a cold stone settled in the pit of her stomach. "I... I know there's something up with them. There has to be. But I don't know what that something is. I'm certainly not gonna get anything from my dad."
Ethan hummed. The tray sat in the dirt beside him, long forgotten. "You never answered my question though."
"Which one?" she joked, though it was devoid of humor.
"If I tell you why I was late, you have to swear not to tell anyone. I'm talking taking it to the grave secret."
"O-okay." She cursed herself for sounding like an unsure child. "I swear," she said, firmer.
"Good. I know I can trust you, I just wanted to make sure you understood how important this was."
He smiled at her and she felt a few stray flutters amidst the ice. "So what's going on?"
He took in a breath. "I was scouting out the MM building where our parents work," he let out. "I didn't get very far; the guards spotted me and chased me off. But I found out a few things."
"You what?!" She hadn't meant to shout. They both glanced around to make sure no one was coming. After glancing at her watch and confirming they still had time, she said, "Do you have any idea how much trouble you'd get into if you were actually caught?"
Despite his situation, he grinned. "Yeah, that would be one hell of a spanking."
"Dude, they know your face. What if they...? Nevermind. Why would you do that?"
The grin faded. "Something's going on and I had to know. Mom's been acting kind of... weird lately. I thought maybe she was just tired from all the work she's been doing but..."
"She's not giving you any answers and you've got a bad feeling." She thought back to Megan's talk of a new division. She thought she'd just been screwing with her, but now...
"I tried looking it up," he went on. "I even went to the damn library. I couldn't find anything about Medical Mechanical other than what they'd already made public. I got in over my head on this one conspiracy site and, well, I just thought I'd try to dig something up myself."
"What do you think this is, a spy movie? They have guards with guns there. They could have shot you." He gave her a strange look and her eyes widened. "They shot at you?"
"Not... exactly." He scratched the back of his head. The hair stayed tangled.
"If there were guns pointed at you and they were firing something, that's being shot at."
Ethan was about to speak when the bell rang. He cursed and stood. Gripping Diana by the shoulders, he locked gazes with her and said, "I need to talk to you about this. Can you meet up with me this weekend?" She nodded. "Alright, good. Give me your phone; I'll add my number."
"This is... a little sudden," she said as he typed in the info.
He looked at her, confused. "What?"
"Nothing," she responded, shaking her head. "This just came out of nowhere, that's all. I still can't believe you did that." She took her phone back and sent a quick text so he'd have her number.
"Yeah, well, you won't believe some of the stuff I found out." He picked up the tray and dusted himself off.
"You seriously expect me to wait until tomorrow? You can't just leave someone hanging like that."
"Sorry, I just feel a little paranoid now." He eyed the boiler room door they'd been standing next to with suspicion. "If you want some food for thought, I'll tell you this: There's no way in or out of that building. I hauled ass for almost the whole perimeter and didn't see a single door, window, vent or even pipes leading out of that thing."
Diana's brows furrowed. "That doesn't make any sense."
"I know. I'll see you later." He walked away then, leaving her standing there dumbly. She snapped herself out of her daze and started towards her next class. She didn't notice the snickers from a group of students near the trash can.
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Birds and Other Supernatural Phenomenons
New chapter??? Already??? Yeah, don't get used to it, I have so many exams this week (and the next one too), that I think I'm gonna just straight up die. So naturally, I'm procrastinating. Yey.
(This wasn't edited nearly as much as any of the other chapters, even though I wrote at least ten different opening scenes for it. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.) And apparently, my aesthetic is writing Gotham's weather. I have no idea how that happened.
Warning for violence!
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Ch. 7: Light and Darkness
Life sucks.
Sometimes, she stared into the darkest abyss and even the mere existence of it terrified her. Other times, she looked back at her life and thought, "the abyss would be pretty comfortable, after all".
She didn't know when her life turned into a cheap video-tape. The sounds were distorted, and the protagonist was horrible, but she kept watching it anyway.
***
The rain was flooding the gray streets of Gotham. The streetlights were dimmed by the thick curtain of dust and fog. Neon billboards flickered over shops, the cars sprinkled dirty water on the few pedestrians who didn't run from the weather as if it was the plague.
The rain disturbed Marinette's senses. Dick's quiet swearing was oppressed by the deafening sound of dropping water and shrieking vehicles. There were too many smells. Her vision was blurry, her red raincoat didn't protect her from getting soaking wet. She put her insensate hands in her pockets to keep them from shaking violently, but it still took all her self-control to keep herself together.
"'You okay?" Dick shouted on her right side, giving up the fight with the umbrella she gave him and settling for a small coverage over his face.
"Yes," shouted back Marinette, but her voice was lost in the downpour. 
"We're almost there!" He tucked the girl a little closer and tried to get the umbrella to protect her.
"I know," she muttered even though there was no way he could've heard her.
The buildings were closing over their heads, merging with the dark clouds. A car passed beside them, and Marinette screwed her eyes shut. It was too loud.
"Marinette?" she heard a familiar voice say. Suddenly, it was easier to breathe.
"Adrien?"
"God, are you okay? I've been looking for you." She could finally see him in his large, black raincoat, rushing towards her with an umbrella.
"Sure," she muttered, hoping her voice didn't tremble from the cold. She was grateful that he spoke in English instead of French, it would've been considerably harder for her to keep her cover otherwise.
Adrien stood next to her, holding the umbrella over her head. He only then seemed to notice the man on her side, and she wondered if he was just pretending to be normal or if he really didn't pay attention.
"Hi! Who are you?" he asked Dick kindly, but Marinette could hear the wariness in it.
"Umm..." Dick seemed to be lost in thought for a second before he answered. "Hi. My name is Dick. You are Marinette's classmate, right?"
"Yes, I am." He paused and smiled politely. "I think we should go, it's very cold out here." He was waiting for Marinette to agree, but she didn't say anything.
"Of course. I've to go too, I'm really late for work," Dick said, glancing at the Wayne Tower. "Thanks for the umbrella," he smirked one last time before shoving the dripping object into Adrien's hand and making a run for the tower. They both stared at him as he cut his way through the rain.
"Come on, let's get you to somewhere warm," said Adrien, finally turning to her. "Can I touch you?"
A few years ago, Marinette told him how uncomfortable she felt sometimes when people touched her. Since then, he always asked for her permission, especially when she was in a bad mood. She had a strong urge to roll her eyes dramatically every time he did it. It was so... Adrien of him. He always respected people's boundaries. Maybe that's why he didn't fight his father. 
The guilt was climbing up inside Marinette's throat as she remembered her investigation on Hawkmoth. Half a year ago, she started suspecting it was Gabriel Agreste, but she said nothing. Now she was almost sure and still didn't tell anyone. Not even Master Fu. She knew that if something happened to her, Tikki would tell him what he needed to know. If for some reason - Marinette didn't even want to think about that, - she couldn't, she had at least four different ways to make the guardian know.
She looked at Adrien. He seemed to be happy. His years as Chat Noir made him more confident. He was a lot like Chat now, just like how she was more and more like Ladybug. Psychologically, it was fascinating. In practice, it terrified her sometimes.
Instead of answering, she hugged Adrien's waist with one arm as they walked to the nearest diner.
***
After some getting some hot cocoa and warm food, - they both knew Marinette was not the best at eating healthily and regularly, he sat down beside her and put her freezing hands between his, warming them up. She gave him a grateful half-smile.
"Next time you decide to disappear, you could really send me a text or something. I tend to check the weather forecast, unlike some people," he said. "Why did you have a raincoat and an umbrella on you anyway?"
Marinette was starting to feel her hands again, and her mind was no longer screaming from confusion.
"I tend to come prepared, unlike some people, who constantly forget to bring a toothbrush to trips," she said mockingly.
"I mean, I don't do that constantly," he protested.
"Every. Single. Time," she told him. "I think I actually brought two spares, just in case."
"Nah, I'm good, Nino brought one for me too," he muttered, avoiding her gaze. Marinette snorted.
***
The teachers gave them the afternoon off again. The rain stopped around noon and Gotham was swimming in sunlight. The wet streets were glimmering as the light touched the asphalt, people slowly poked their heads out of their homes, a few annoyed cats were roaming around, showing off their wonderfully dry pelage.
Marinette walked slowly, admiring the sky-high buildings and silently memorizing all the shops and alleys she went by. There was a chance she was going to forget most of it by tomorrow, and once again, she cursed her brain for needing so much sleep.
St. Anthony Street was not a pretty view. Thanks to the rain, Joanne's blood was painting small, brownish-red veins on the concrete. The original red puddle was still visible, and even though it faded a lot, it was big.
Near the large, rust-colored spot, there was a smaller one. 'Must be where her hand fell next to her side,' Marinette realized. That would mean the girl entered the street from where Marinette stood, the attacker jumped at her almost immediately, and she fell backwards. The paper said the wounds were on her chest and torso, so she must've landed on her back, then the attacker stabbed her twelve times and took the murder weapon with them. Marinette could replay the scene in her mind.
Joanne must've been in a hurry because she doesn't notice someone already waiting for her. The attacker grabs her hands to keep her from escaping and knocks her back. Then they get their knife out and Joanne screams, but nobody bothers to check what's wrong. The attacker stabs her again and again. At some point, the girl is conscious enough to touch her bloody T-shirt and try applying pressure on a wound. It doesn't matter. Then her hands fall to her sides, her bloody palm leaving a mark on the asphalt, and the murderer finally stands up, looking at the body in front of their eyes. They're panting heavily. They leave with the knife, their clothes sprayed with blood.
Twelve stab-wounds would clearly state it was personal, but when it comes to hate crimes like this, it's usually pretty obvious who did it. Not many people have enemies capable of something like this.
There were multiple faults in her version of the events. 
She walked around the dark spot slowly, hundreds of ideas crossing her mind, most of them faulty and unusable. 
She rubbed her face frustratedly. If she wanted to make something out of this, she needed to sleep first.
She took off her red backpack with the black-and-white apple blossoms she made a few years prior - when she realized that the lock pick set, the handbooks, the Swiss Army Knife, the skein, scissors and needles, her not-so-secret green tea stash, the matches, her phone and the small army of power banks she always carried with her didn't fit her old purse anymore, not to mention Tikki and her cookies. 
She took out the thermostat of coffee she got on the way back with Dick and drank half of it in one gulp. Now that she was thinking about it, she might've liked coffee after all. Tikki and Kaalki both frowned at her in perfect sync inside the bag but given they were in the middle of the street, they didn't say anything.
Marinette checked the time and decided to stick around for a little more. She was wandering the block slowly, noting all the broken doors and windows on the way.
She was examining St. Anthony Street for the fourth time when she noticed something in the few threads of grass sticking out where the road and the pavement met. She went closer.
For a moment, she thought it was a wrapper or a piece of plastic, but as she took it between her gloved fingers, she realized it was a small, round wooden-bead painted ultramarine blue. 
Three days passed since the incident. Anyone could've lost a single bead since then. Actually, it might've been there for weeks, but she still slipped it into her pocket before going back to the Wayne Tower.
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Baby Mine: Bonus “EOTL” Story (Pre-Serum Alpha!Steve and Amputee Omega!Bucky)
Four:
"So," Sharon started, taking a seat at the table beside Bucky. Looking just about as nervous as Bucky felt as she conversationally asked, "How've you been?"
"Good," Bucky softly answered, being drowned out by Hugh's impressively loud burp. Pressing his lips together to muffle his laughter, Bucky flipped the question to her, "You?"
"Good," Sharon answered, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear while she thought of something else to fill the silence.
Natasha, being the good mate that she was, quickly jumped in. Turning the conversation to something that might provide more to say, Natasha prompted, "Are you excited for tonight?"
Bucky hesitated. It had been six years since Bucky had had a party. It had also been six years since Bucky had been kid-less. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure how much fun he'd have without the pups with him. After all, they had been his entire reason of living for such a long time.
Rubbing through Hugh's thick hair with his mechanical hand, Bucky questioned, "Are you sure that Gabby can handle looking after the pups? I don't want her to feel overwhelmed."
"She'll be fine," Sharon reassured while Natasha agreed, "Plus, she'll have Dre to help her."
Even though Gabby was 16 and Drew was 14, it still seemed like a lot of work. Especially with their own younger siblings, Kiara and Xavier, being around the same age and a little older than Maisie. Not to mention baby Hughie being so young.
"Are you sure?" Bucky worried his lower lip as he glanced at Hugh, resting his head on his broad shoulder. The baby was contently snoozing and Bucky nosed along his little face to breathe in that distinct happy Bucky's pup scent in hopes of soothing his own nerves.
"They've been helping with Kiki and Xay since before they were in our custody," Sharon softly clarified. Reaching over the table, she tenderly placed her hand on top of Bucky's, emitting soothing beta pheromones, which Bucky greatly appreciated.
"I know," Bucky conceded, taking his hand back from Sharon and went back to scent-marking Hugh.
Through the bond, amusement and love twined together, and Bucky blushed again. Assuming that it was directed at himself and how Bucky was getting along with his friends. Only, once the petite alpha didn't appear from around the corner did he realize that it must've been towards Noah. Absolutely adoring the way Steve loved his -- their -- pups, Bucky's own love flowed through the bond.
Hearing Steve's footsteps on the staircase, Bucky tried to catch the conversation Steve was having with Noah. From what it sounded like, they were arguing. Which definitely caught Bucky's attention and made him focus on their words just a little more.
"Daddy said I no halfa drink it," Noah insisted.
"Well, maybe we should just double check," Steve countered, calling Noah's bluff.
"Papa, no," Noah whined as Steve carried him into the kitchen. Catching Bucky's eye, Noah squirmed in Steve's arms. Setting him down and steadying the fussy toddler, Steve let Noah run over to Bucky. Tugging at Bucky's arm, Noah pleaded, "Daddy, no wanna."
"What don't you want, honey?" Bucky asked, tugging his arm out of Noah's grasp and brushing his wrist along the side of his face.
"No 'nilla shake," Noah pouted.
Steve was already shaking one of the supplement shakes and explained, "He says that you say that he doesn't have to drink them anymore."
"Baby," Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss Noah's forehead. Bucky clarified, "I said you didn't have to drink the vanilla shakes, since you don't like 'em. But you still gotta drink the other flavors."
"Papa didn't like drinking them when he was little either," Natasha informed. Teasing, she propped her chin on her hand and asked, "How long did you drink them for?"
"Until I was 13," Steve admitted, playfully rolling his eyes. The bond lighting up with nostalgia for a time that Bucky had never experienced, but longed for all the same. Opening the 8 oz bottle, he took a swig of it. Something that Steve often did to demonstrate to the pups that whatever they didn't want to consume was, "Yummy!"
Just like it had with everything else Steve did that with, Noah predictably reached out for the shake. Even though a wave of nausea washed over Steve, and Bucky by proxy. Once the container was securely in Noah's hands, he took a hesitant sip. Instantly, Noah's face lit up as he confirmed, "Yummy!"
"See, I told ya it was," Steve smiled down at him, running his fingers through Noah's messy curls.  Twisting the cap back on, he instructed, "Ask Gabby to open it for you, okay?"
"'Kay!" Noah agreed, heading down the kitchen staircase leading to the family room.
Giving his bondmate a knowing look, Bucky said, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Steve smirked, taking a seat at the table across from him. Under the table, Steve extended his legs until one of them brushed against Bucky's.
Relaxing all the more, Bucky slumped in the seat, allowing his own legs to extend further under the table. Their ankles touching as Steve ran his socked foot up Bucky's calf, just to give his omega some affection. Contently, Bucky closed his eyes.
"So," Natasha started, breaking the quiet. Bucky opened his eyes to watch the redhead fight a laugh as she questioned, "Who decided to dress the rugrat in a Striped Crusader shirt?"
"Who do you think?" Steve happily scoffed, winking at Bucky.
Blushing, Bucky rubbed his foot up Steve's calf, but didn't say anything. Simply enjoying this moment. However, the moment didn't last long when a melodic beep interrupted before a polite British accent announced from the Stark Smart Speaker, "Mr. Barnes, 'Becks,' is calling. Would you like me to answer?"
"That's fine," Bucky confirmed and added, "Thanks J.A.R.V.I.S."
Another beep left the speaker in reply and the call was answered. As soon as the call went through though, a loud, whine from a party horn came over the speaker. Immediately, Hugh startled awake, even with the speaker's user interface automatically lowering the volume, it was still enough to wake the sleeping pup.
"Oh no," Becca stated, and Bucky could imagine her wincing. Clarifying, "I assumed that you would be on your phone or at least have a headphone in!"
"What, so I could go deaf?" Bucky questioned, standing from the table. Shifting Hugh to his neck, so the baby could scent him, Bucky started swaying from side-to-side. Over Hugh's crying, Bucky complained, "Happy birthday to you too."
"Happy birthday!" Becca whispered, just to be a smart-ass.
Bucky rolled his eyes and nosed along Hugh's soft baby hair as he more sincerely told her, "Happy birthday, Becks. What time are you getting here?"
"About that," Becca hesitated.
Turning to face the speaker, Bucky caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eyes as Steve, Natasha, and Sharon started heading downstairs. Bucky appreciated the gesture and loved Steve all the more for knowing he'd want some privacy. Especially if Becca wasn't going to be there tonight.
"Rebecca Joanne, if you're not there tonight, I swear to god that I will disown you," Bucky threatened.
Steve came back upstairs holding Fanny, the elephant security blanket that he bought at the hospital gift shop. Instead of handing it over to Bucky the way Brock would have, Steve took Hugh into his own arms. Shifting the sniffling baby, so he was resting directly against the mating bite at the crook of his neck. Leaning in, he waited for Bucky to close the distance in a soft kiss.
"It's not so much as not being there," Becca hedged, "It's more that I have a date…"
Bucky sat down at the breakfast bar, stunned. "You're choosing a date over our first shared birthday party in six years?"
"What? No," Becca assured, then clarified, "I might be a little late."
"Becca, it's a dinner," Bucky reminded.
"I know that," she giggled, "He and I were going to get a drink. But trust me, I won't be too late and I’m only having one drink because I have work tomorrow. So, you definitely don't have to worry about me climbing on top of the table and singing Bad Romance."
Considering it was his twin's birthday too, and she did have very little free time for a social life, Bucky couldn't help but agree, "Okay. But you have to at least tell me about the guy."
"Deal," Becca took the offer and easily supplied, "His name is Arthur. Alpha, obviously."
"Obviously," Bucky repeated, knowing that his sister was gay since they both hit puberty and had a crush on the same young alpha classmate. Of course, the pair found that the only way to remain amicable about finding that out was for neither of them to date her.
"He's a pediatrician --"
"Love that," Bucky commented approvingly.
"How did I know you would?" Becca commented and Bucky could imagine the eye roll. Mainly because he gave one of his own. Lovingly, of course, as he filled the tea kettle. Getting ready to tease and gossip with his twin the way they used to.
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adamandgrieve · 4 years ago
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10/7/2020, 12:42 AM
I’m feeling some kind of deep sadness. Maybe it’s just what comes with it being fall, or maybe it’s because I’m stuck thinking about spring 2018 and meeting Kyle and wondering why he stopped texting me back all those ages ago. I need to get this off my chest. I need to chill out. And I mean, it’s fine, or it should be. Like, I have a partner now and I love him and I genuinely want to be with him for as long as we can. Things have been hard after his mom died, but they’re getting better all the time. They’re going to be okay.
But sometimes I just miss him. Like, man, that was.. A weird time in my life. Going into exam week, have no friends, fly off the handle into a suicidal rage every night. Take too many pills but not enough, because I know I won’t die, I’ll just space out. Laying on the living room carpet, talking to Grant and JoAnne and listening to Gymnopédie No.1 on Pandora. And the months go by and I still have no friends and nothing feels real, or better. And then I post some shit on Whisper of all dumb places, because I was a horny 19-year-old who just wanted to get beat up, maybe because I was a little into it, and maybe because I felt like I deserved it.
And he just, responds. “You mean like, in a sex kind of way?” Yeah, man, in a sex way. But I don’t even remember what I actually said. I was nervous, and probably manic, and feeling like taking that risk. I was going to come out to my parents. I was going to get a haircut. I had exams that week. Why not do something crazy?
So we talked, and he sent me a picture, and honestly? Maybe I should have been more suspicious. But my first thought was, “That’s him?” and my second thought was “Yeah, I don’t think a catfish would use this picture. I’m good.” It sounds rude, but I didn’t think he was ugly. It just wasn’t a very catfish-able photo, ya know?
And he told me something to this day I don’t think I believe, that I was “his type” and that somehow he was into doughy awkward trans guys (and possibly anyone really, because he was pan, but I was his type, miraculously) and we ended up...planning to meet. I remember the picture I sent of me, because it was before I had chopped off all my hair, that I had taken a few weeks (days?) before when my parents and step-sister and I went to the coast. My step-sister and I climbed into these trees and while I was up there I took this stupid photo of me, hair back, wearing a dumbass Hawaiian shirt (that I still own) and stupid round shades that would always get tangled in my hair. I still own the glasses too, actually./ 
Kyle said he thought I was cute. And hey, I didn’t believe him. Why would I? I was that kid who didn’t have any friends from sixth grade onward, aside from my best friend and a group of blonde Christian girls from high school. And Emma, but she honestly was the one who stood out. I was the kid who people laughed at, who boys would ask out as a joke, or insult their friends by saying I liked them (when I didn’t.) I had never been kissed, never been on a date, never even held hands romantically (does Eric count? No. Eric does not count.)
Regardless, I didn’t believe that he thought I was cute. But I thought, hey, fuck it, I’m horny and feeling like dying and just having a really, really weird time. So I agreed to come to his place (really his mom’s townhouse, if I remember) at 10:30 PM, the night before my SOC 300 exam, just to see what would happen.
I remember telling my step-sister about this. And how it wasn’t really sneaking out, because I was 19, and my parents really didn’t care, and that of course I’d be careful and everything, it’s not that sketchy. I was scared and nervous but who wouldn’t be. Kyle wanted to be my first kiss, allegedly
So I went.
I parked on the street, Payton Drive or something (we talked about how it was named after Payton Manning I think. But who knows.) It was warm out, but not too warm, and he lived near a school, in a new-ish housing development. There was a grocery store nearby, and a gas station, and I’d never been there before but I drove past it a few days later while in the car with my mom.
Maybe I’ll drive there tomorrow, just to look.
Anyway, I parked on the street and got out of my truck and just...Stood there for a bit. He was on the porch, if you can call it that, on a chair. And he came up to my car, I think. I was so nervous, this part is all a little fuzzy.
We ended up at the back corner of the building, in the side yard. We sat in the chairs he carried from the porch, and just...talked, for a bit. I barely remember about what. Video games, maybe, and that he worked in the kitchen at a restaurant. At some point he mentioned he was moving soon. I was wearing a stupid outfit, I’m sure, I think a flannel over a t-shirt, and these old jeans that I rolled up because I refused to wear shorts in those days. He was wearing pajama pants, and I thought that was cute, and kind of hot in a weird confident way. 
He wasn’t particularly hot otherwise, by mainstream standards, but there was something about him. He had straight hair to his shoulders, and smelled like cigarettes, and was taller than me but not TALL.
At some point he gave me a hug. I didn’t know how to hug in those days, and these days it’s still hard, usually. But he was warm, and the night was calm, and I was so scared. He asked if I would let him kiss me, I think. 
I wanted to. So I said yet. And it was...
Strange.
It wasn’t really what I was expecting. His lips were soft, and a little cold actually, and he tasted like the cigarette smoke I could smell in his clothes. I didn’t know if he was good, and I sure as hell didn’t think I was (or am) and the whole experience confused me. I felt disappointed, almost.
But when I went home later that night, all I could think about was doing it again, or seeing him again, or just. Feeling something. I felt like dying all the time before this, and then I felt something weird and alive being with Kyle, even though I barely knew him. Maybe because I barely knew him, and he didn’t know me, before. He only knew me as Adam, “Adam Bomb”, and thought I was cute, and didn’t care that I wanted to be punched in the face, and wanted to kiss me, and do more and it was exciting!
I just wanted to see him again. Infatuated with this person I had only just met, and stayed up until 6 AM before my exam for. (I did well on the exam, somehow, even though my mind was both far away and barely conscious.)
Maybe I’ll revisit the second and third (last) time I saw him sometime. I just needed to vent. My emotions are too strong (all the time, in all situations) and I try to push them down and pretend they aren’t there (all the time, with everyone) even when I don’t mean to. I felt so much for him, because he was the first, and he was in my mind a very interesting and confident person. And he moved to not-quite-Dallas,Texas.
(Ryan is moving to Texas too, and my other friend. Who does Texas steal all my friends.)
I miss him. I still have his old number, which I think he doesn’t have anymore. I messaged him on his old Whisper account, which I don’t think he uses either. I even, somehow, found him on Facebook. He has a partner now too, that he met soon after leaving here. I feel like a creep. I’ll leave him be. I want to talk to him, and see how he is, and go into the woods with him again and just. Feel that way. I want to feel the tension and excitement and a life I will never lead.
But I don’t think I would.
It would just be sad and embarrassing.
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thelasthatter · 5 years ago
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Rain
It’s raining. It’s always raining. I stared out the window from my usual seat in the café. It used to be cold I think, for a while, but I don’t feel that anymore. I don’t feel anything anymore. They say people will get used to anything given time. I suppose there’s truth in that. Maybe I will even get used to the loneliness in time. But time is… hard here. The only count I can really keep is in my head. And that’s no good. Memory is not really your friend in here. I see all the other people going on about their life, clueless about what’s really happening here in their city. I envy their ignorance. I wish I could forget what I know. Hell, I wish I was dead. Even tried it a few times. Dying. But it’s just like going to sleep. I just wake back up, right here in my seat in the small, cold café.
Ah… the girl in the red raincoat walking the dog. She must either love that dog or hate it to take it on a walk in this weather. I think I’ve even talked to her about it a couple of times but I don’t remember anymore. I’ve talked to anyone who’ll listen to me. Even to those who won’t. It’s not like I’m short on time. I’ve made friends, enemies, lovers; and everything in between. They don’t remember anything after the reset. They just keep doing what they’re doing. And me? I sit and wait in my cold little seat.
Wait. Did the red girl just cross the road? She’s not supposed to do that. She’s supposed to turn right from that street corner and keep walking. That’s new. Nothing’s ever new unless I make it so. What does this mean? I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. Like the first time I kissed a girl. Sarah, her name was. Funny how I remember that, after all this time.
The people must think I’m crazy, the way I ran out of the café. But this is nothing compared to the time I played Pacman right here in the city center using a container carrier and buildings. I must’ve probably hurt a few people but they just spring right back up to their designated role soon as the clock hits 11.38 so I don’t really worry.
I get up to the crossing and stare at the red raincoat walking away from me. Nothing else seems to be different. Why did she cross the road? What’s there on the other side? Maybe I should ask her. But what if that screws up whatever has happened? Or is going to happen? I would have felt exasperated once upon a time with the questions but these excite me. They’re new questions. New thoughts. I don’t think I’ve had a new thought in a while.
I walk after her, increasing my pace but not as much to alarm anyone. The rain has caused a lot of runners, and people walking in a hurry, but trying to keep their class. Hurry walkers, I call them. They think running is beneath them. Something a child would do. But aren’t we all children at the end? What’s so adult about being able to feed yourself? We just change our perspective a bit and think we’re all high and mighty. Then how must God feel like, being as old as he is? If there is a God.
She takes the next left turn and keeps walking. Joanne! That’s her name. and she lives right here on the building next to the 7-11. I remember the time I talked with her. I think she slapped me when I asked her if I can sleep with her. That must’ve been in the early days. I tried that with almost every girl I met. Back when I enjoyed being stuck in here. 
She went inside. Why did she do that? She always walks around for half an hour before going back in. Funny how everything I know about the girl comes back out once I remembered her name. Like unravelling a ball of string, easy once I have an end of it.
Maybe it’s not what she crossed the road for. Maybe it’s what she crossed the road to avoid! I turn around and run as fast as possible back to my café. I like to think of it as my café. It’s where I get placed in every time it resets so might as well call it mine. 
The rain has gotten worse now. I can see the large billboard showing the famous guy with the famous watch. The clock in it says the time’s 5 minutes past 6. As hard as I think the guy’s name doesn’t come to my mind. That happens, I think, when you really want to remember something. Like I said, memory’s not really your friend. 
There it is. A shapeless heap on the corner of the sidewalk. I can’t really blame the red girl for turning away. It looks almost like a dead body. Even if it is a dead body, it’s new. It’s exciting. That’s more than enough to make me run to it like a hyena to a carcass.
The heap is a body. It’s covered up in so many rags but I think it’s a child. I can feel a small frame when I touch it. I remove the rags as fast as I can without harming whoever’s in it. It’s not a child, I can see when I discover the head that goes with the body, but a woman. A young woman who seems to be in her mid-twenties. And the head is still attached. And she is alive.
I carry her over to my café, wrapped in my trench coat, since under all the rags the only thing she was wearing was a couple of knee high socks. I don’t know what to make of it. She wasn’t dressed in the rags. She was wrapped in them. I know she’s not from around here since I personally know everyone around here. I may not remember their names or their stories but I remember them. And who the hell would walk around in this weather dressed in just socks?  
I ordered us coffee, since the girl seems to be fine now. Awake. She just woke up when I walked inside the café. Another thing to think about. How exciting. I keep the best things I can think about aside so I can savor them. I never used to do that. Saving the best for last of anything. Now, I understand the concept.
She’s petite and thin. Her black hair’s wet and glued to her head. She has dark circles under her eyes. And she’s pale. Very pale. She matches the weather quite nicely. The rain’s almost a thunderstorm now, which means it must be past 6.15.
The girl turned her dark eyes toward me. She’s quite beautiful, I suppose. But it wasn’t her beauty that struck me. She looked utterly lost. That’s new too. I almost laughed out loud. So many new things happening.
I wanted to ask her so many things but the time here has taught me patience really is a virtue. I’ve had a million chances to do everything and usually the fastest and easiest way to do anything involved waiting. The thing with time and people is neither one of them likes to be rushed. 
But too much waiting, I cannot do. Who knows if this would happen the next day too? What if it’s a one time thing? The thought scared me beyond anything I’ve felt in a long time. 
Before I could say anything she spoke up. Her voice was beautiful, almost angelic. I’ve always preferred instrumental music, I think, before this. But my tastes have changed over time. But nothing I’ve ever heard was as beautiful as her voice when she asked who I was.
I gave her my name. Not that it meant anything. And asked hers. It did not surprise me to discover she did not remember it. I asked her what she did remember and the answer was once again not much. She remembered the rain. That was all she could remember. That was all I can remember too now. I haven’t seen the sun since the resets started. They say you shouldn’t take things for granted.
I took her to my apartment, which wasn’t far from the café. The jukebox played time after time when we left the building, under an umbrella I requisitioned from the rack near the door. Which meant it was past 8. We had their vegetable burger before leaving. I was a vegetarian when I first entered this café but I’ve eaten every item in their menu since then. But then again technically this was the first meal I’ve had since coming in so, maybe I still was. 
The rain was louder than ever, beating down in the low ceiling, when we walked in to my apartment. I say apartment but it was the attic to the extremely old town house I shared with other tenants. I only had one bed but owned a comfy couch, which I most of the times use to sleep in. I have a warning in the back of my head that I would get a stiff neck if I slept in the couch, but that’s from the olden times when I used to wake up where I fell asleep, not in my cold café seat.
The girl was surprisingly calm, coming into a stranger’s bedroom. I could see in her eyes that she was agitated, but not about me. She trusted me. That’s new too. I’ve heard people I say that I have a face that can be trusted, but they all usually followed the You can’t judge a book by its cover rule.
I offered the girl one of my t-shirts and my bed, which she accepted silently. I wanted to talk with her before the reset happened but then again what would be the point? Whatever I say, she would forget by tomorrow. If she doesn’t, it would mean I would have all the time in the world, hell, all the time in universe, to tell her anything I want. 
I heard the loud thunder that always rattles the whole building. It must be just after 10. One and a half more hours before the reset. I looked at the girl’s eyes and knew that she was not going to be up for very long. I guess the rain does that to everyone. Oh how I miss the silence.
I took the couch and kept my head on its arm rest. I never knew what started the reset or how to stop it. It was now a fact of life. I welcomed any change, anything was better than this. Or so I thought. But what if it’s not? What if there’s something worse? I couldn’t think of it but I couldn’t think of this before it happened either. Maybe the girl was a harbinger. She changed the routine. She disrupted the pattern. Maybe it was all for the best if she was gone before this reset. It wouldn’t be hard. She was frail. Just had to hold the pillow on her face for a few minutes and it would be over.
I got up walked over to her. She was asleep, her face turned away. Just had to pull the pillow from under her head. I touched the pillow, thinking of doing just that, and she turned over, facing me. She was still asleep but her face was a mask of sadness. I felt my heart breaking just looking at the sad smile. It was as if she knew things. She has seen things. A single tear traced a path from her eye to the pillow. I couldn’t take it. I knelt right there and wept.
……..
It was morning when I woke up. The skylight showed a bright morning with very little clouds. I could see the sun and it was much more than I could remember. I reached over and touched the small face that was staring at me with bright eyes. “I remember my name now” she said in her angelic voice. “It’s Rain”
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REMILE PART TWOOOOOOOOO
Part One! Part Three! Part Four
*confetti canon* YASSSS FINALLYYYY I HAVE FINISHED THIS!
Sorry for the wait! And also sorry if this isn’t as good as the first one... but I needed to establish some things in order to make Remiles relationship make sense ya know? I’m planning on making at least one, maybe more of these so buckle up sis! Thank you guys for your reblogs and comments and stuff it’s really sweet XD I’m glad to provide some decent Remile content.
Now without further ado, lets get the gay going!
Warnings: Unhealthy Household mention, Kissing, Crying. Violence mention- or lack theorf. Some self deprecation in Remys part. If I missed anything let me know!
Kay so we left off with the boys at the start of their sophomore year oh yeah boi.
I forgot to tell you everyone's ages so HERE WE GO
Patton and Roman are juniors now and Virgil Logan Emile and Remy are the same age. Sloane and Corbin are seniors and Kai and Elliot are freshmen.
Remy has accumulated a girlfriend named Clarimonde whos a badass and we love her she's really cool actually. Her and Roman have spanish together and they are both fluent so they chat to their teachers delight
Once her and Patton saw Elliot getting bullied and she scared the living heck out of those neanderthals without punching and Patton was impressed
Everyone likes her- so Emilie tells himself he has no reason to dislike her because he doesn't have feelings for Remy anymore. No sir.
Now it isn't difficult for Remy and Emile to pass each other in the halls. When Clarimonde chats with Roman, Emile can make small talk Remy without dying inside, but he's slightly more quiet.
Remy still doesn't understand the pang he gets in his chest whenever someone mentions cartoons.
Clarimonde starts to pay attention the Emile because “hey he seems like a sweetheart! how did you meet him Rem?”
Remy tells her that they were close in middle school and left it at that. She stayed suspicious but dropped it after two days.
As I mentioned before, Emilie is a total mom friend even to the seniors and juniors. He notices Logan perk up whent Patton makes a dad joke or laughs. He notices Patton stare a bit too much at Logan's subtle freckles or his electric blue eyes as he rants about biology and chemistry.
He notices Roman and Virgil warm up to each other finally (they didn’t get along much. Romans a bit of an airhead and said some not nice things to Virgil in middle school)
They find out they actually have common interests! They talk about music and writing amd smile because someone finally understands!!! Wow!!!
Emilie promises himself he's going to try to help his friends be happy together. because he feels a bit better when he sees his friends happy in love. And in good mental health (which leads into his counseling career!!! Wohooo!!!)
AND NOW- INTRODUCINGGGGG *drum roll* MR THOMAS SANDERS *confetti cannon* and his assistants Joan and Talyn who are lit college students trying to get degrees in the arts. they need to community service so (plus they love Thomas and the kids like aww their babies)
Thomas is the theater teacher/director of the arts department. Roman took all the theater classes available because he’s an extra boi. so he hung out in Mr Sanders class and soon it became the hangout spot for the gang!
Emile saw Roman and Patton in the school play last year. Most of the cast were seniors and now all the thespians are gone and nobody wants to do the shows and take the classes (minus the loot of kids who need their arts requirement to graduate) and it's a PROBLEM
Remy takes Mr Sanders drama class for the arts requirement in order to graduate! But he has a D… Honestly he thought the class would be easier than ceramics because he could just doze off as Thomas rambled about shakespeare but NOPE they have to do pair scenes and monologues and Remy IS NOT HAVING IT LET ME TELL YAH
He thinks acting is stupid (ironic because his personality at school is mostly to mask his pain so TEA) and that there's no point in trying.
this attitude carries over to a lot of his other classes because it's not like his family can afford sending him off to college anyways and it's not like he's smart or worth teaching anyways right?
And Thomas notices Remy walk home alone and take off his shades and stare at the sky a bit longer than usual. Thomas sees Remy's smile fade as people talk about their parents and siblings and he sees Remy's grades slip.
Thomas pulls Remy says something like “Sup Mr Sanders. Did somebody fail their test because they spent the class period staring at me instead of their answer sheet?” And Thomas would usually laugh at this but he's stern
“I'm going to give it to you straight. You're failing almost all your classes and i've talked to your teachers and they know you have potential but you don't try. I don't understand why, but i'm sure you have your reasons but i just wanted to tell you… You're enough, Remy. Just being you. Just because you dont think youll be perfect or good enough doesn't mean you have to turn you back on the world. There's people who will care if you let them in and-”
Remy begins to cry because nobody has told him that in a year and a half. And Thomas gives him tissues and pats him on the shoulder.
Remy agrees to participate in the after school show for extra credit to raise his grade. The credits will carry over to the monologue and pair scene he did poorly on and count for the history of plays unit test which he bombed.
Remy is grateful, but asks how all those assignments fit in on play if he's just gonna do tec??? Or say a shakespearean monologue and be done.
Thomas smiles and says “Well Remy, we are doing Rent- a musical. And Joan and Talyn handle the tec stuff just fine.”
AND BOOM THEY'RE DOING RENT NOW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ACKKKKKKKKK SO THEY AUDITION! THE GANG AND REMY AND CLARIMONDE AND TOBY AND ITS WONDERFUL
Patton convinces Logan to do the show (puppy dog eyes owo) and it's all set. Clarimonde joins because why not. Emilie was hesitant at first- but Dot and Larry told him it would be a good way to break out of his shell because Emilie is a bit awkward around people he doesn’t know well…
Auditions go good! Virgil, Roman, Elliot, and Emilie are the best singers while Clarimonde,Remy, Logan, and Patton are dorky/sassy/and confident actors.
Thomas had them all sing Seasons Of Love and then he just puts them in scenes with each other as characters he wanted to see them as! After the first round he moved people around accordingly. It’s an unorthodox way of doing things but it’s such a smol group it wasn’t a hassle to do.
Remy and Emile weren’t really considered for any of the leads because Thomas wasn’t sure of their acting ability… so just to give them something to do, he had them do dialogue when Angel and Collins first meet! Remy is Angel and Emile is Collins cause why not!
For those of you who don’t know much about Rent, basically what happens in that scene is that Collins gets mugged and beat up and he’s bleeding in an alleyway and then Angel finds him and they talk a bit.
Of course it was awkward at first because why wouldn’t it be… but Remy said “You know Em, this is just a giant case of Deja Vu… remember when I found you in the field after you gots scraped up from climbing up that tree? Your glasses were broken and everythin’. And you wanted to act all tough but you were crying and I didn’t know what to do-“ and Emile laughed because yes, he remembers. They got ice cream after and it was one of the best days of his childhood.
And it gets better from there. And it’s like they get to meet again for the first time- but Emile is the broken one and Remy is lending a hand. They have really good chemistry and the scene is actually really genuine!
They do the scene for Thomas and he’s intrigued! He writes notes with a small smile on his face.
But the spell is broken after that for a while...
but when the cast list is posted there's some issues cause uhm
Mimi is Roman- Rodger is Virgil
Mark is Patton, and Benny is Logan
Joanne is Elliot and Maureen is Clarimonde!
BUT THE TEA IS THE CASTING CHOICE OF EMILIE PLAYING COLLINS AND REMY PLAYING ANGEL!!! Romans a little salty because he wanted to be a cool drag queen who played drums but he got over it.
BUT SWEET REMY DIDN'T GOOGLE THE SYNOPSIS BEFORE HE AUDITIONED! BUT WHEN HE DID HE THE NIGHT AFTER, HE REALIZED HE DIGS ANGEL LIKE HELL YEAH HE’LL DO THAT SHIT IN A HEARTBEAT BUT EMILIE IS HIS BOYFRIEND?????
Same issue for Roman and Virgil because I have to be in love with my crush/ex enemy? Oh nooooooooooo.
The whole situation is wild and I love it.
But yeah that’s how the fake dating and stage kids element come into play if you were here from the VERY VERY beginning when I was bored out of my mind and made some weird prompts for people to choose.
BUT YEAH ROMAN AND EMILE ARE FREAKING OUT BECAUSE.OLD FEELINGS ARE RESURFACING AND THEY ARE TEMPTED TO MARCH UP TO THOMAS AND DEMAND HE EXPLAIN WHY HE DID THIS BUT THEY DON'T AND POOR PATTON HAS TO CALM TWO ANXIOUS BOYS AND VIRGIL IS HAPPY BECAUSE HE WANTED RODGER BUT LIKE NOW SHITS GETTING GAY AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IF HIS CRUSH ON ROMAN IS GONNA START GETTING OBVIOUS OR NOT AND LOGAN DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO
Patton and Logan start to talk even more to help their bffs Roman and Virgil get their shit together and then Patton and Logan start to get close in the process and it's amazing.
But rehearsal happens and Emile and Remy are really awkward at first. And Emilie wants to slap Remy because weren’t they They don't talk about the abrupt and unexplained ending of their friendship and Emile doesn't explain how Remy broke his heart. But the eyes are the window to the soul and they both know there's words that need to be said that aren't being said…
But communication? In my christian household? Neverrrrrrrrrr
So it continues. And life goes on.
Virgil and Roman start dating because when Virgil was over at Romans house “rehearsing lines”, Roman got a bit too close when he sang “oh won't you light my candle~” and whoops know they're making out
Oh well life happens i guess
But back to Remile. It's about 2 weeks into rehearsal and they're starting blocking of Act 1 and it's going as one expects. Smooth and Rocky and back and forth and SLOW.
Most people are fitting into their roles pretty normally except for two people- you can guess who.
For the life of them, Remy and Emile can't get it together. Remy can dance and sing like nobody's business and he's been practicing in heels and it literally is giving Emilie a heart attack cause HOT DAMN IM GAY AS FUCK BUT I GOTTA KEEP IT TOGETHER REEEEE
But the second Remy makes eye contact with Emile he drops character. Emile is chill and fun like Collins. His scenes with Patton and Virgil? Gold. The second Angel comes on stage he gets more tense.
And Thomas doesnt say anything because its not the end of the first month but he notes it.
Emile is obviously upset. It’s kinda draining him being dragged around emotionally by Remy and Patton Roman and Dot and Larry are starting to get worried… it’s like the mental state he had in the summer is coming back and he’s closing himself off.
Clarimonde notices these things too because she’s not stupid… she asks Roman about it during Spanish. He says it isn’t his place because he knows Emilie's Side of the story- but not Remy's. and he doesn’t want to say anything he isn’t supposed to.
His answer gives Clarimonde all the clarification she needs because obviously Roman knows something big and it has to be that Emilie had feelings for Remy at some point and Remy cut their friendship and broke his heart.
But she doesn’t know what to do so she keeps her relationship with Remy because it’s not like he likes Emilie back. Right?
But deep down she knows he’s just scared of commitment because he never wants to go to her house and meet her parents. She barely knows anything about Remy's family or hopes and dreams. But what can she do but wait for him to open up? But he never does. And it nags at her.
I realize that I haven’t really talked to much about Remy… So here we go.
It’s complicated. Remy got scared. Of trusting one person so much that it could hurt him. Divorces can jack kids up especially if they go down ugly like it did for Remy's parents. He didn’t really believe in love. He didn’t believe in trust that didn’t come without a price.
But he forgot those worries when he was with Emile years before. He felt loved and cared for and he felt he could be himself.
But over the summer when Emile and Remy stopped hanging out… it’s because things got worse. Remy's mom started to blame the divorce on him. She said her father left because she couldn’t handle Remy and his lil brother Ethan who screamed and cried all the time. She started to go out for long points of time and come home with bloodshot eyes. She would scream at tell Remy that love never lasted and he needed to grow up and stop crying cause his dad never called.
And Remy was beside himself.Because seeing Emile just reminded him of all the stuff he couldn’t have. The carefree normal life he would never have.
So Remy threw up his walls and stopped talking to Emile. He shoved down his guilt and left him alone because Remy felt he didn’t need Emile or his warm light.
Remy wanted to grow up so he wouldn’t feel this pain and yearning for a childhood he’d never receive.
And that’s why he and Emile stopped being friends. That’s why Remy is fake.
Remy can’t pinpoint when it happened… but
as Angel he can be confident but it doesn’t feel like an act. He can dance around with a purpose. And when he sings his duet with Emile for the first time, and they hold hands, he feels a bit like the kid he was in elementary school again.
And he becomes thankful Thomas gave him the chance to do this show because it’s showing off. He’s coming out of his shell. And Emilie notices it and smiles more.
Because Emile feels happy when Remy can talk to him and not look like his walking on crackling ice.
Emile had time to mature and heal while Remy was out of his life but now he feels secure because he doesn’t have to be attached to his romantic feelings and they can just be friends. They do their scenes and it’s great. Remy can hold his hand on stage and dance and Emilie is accomplished because Remy looks so… free. Not holding anything back. Not being fake. He’s being his authentic self through Angel and he finds that beautiful.
Thomas smiles when the duo are onstage and realizes he made the right casting choice.
But one day Remy and Clarimonde walked out hand and hand after practice as Emilie waited for his parents to pick him up. Remy was smiling but then Remy was kissing her and there were hands and hair and Emile felt like he was on fire and ran. Because he can't handle this.
Remy has to pretend to be in love with him and it's going to destroy Emilie because ITS NOT REAL.
Clarimonde opens her eye for a split second and damn. She knows. She sees Emile run.
A part of her feels sad, because she has feelings for Remy, but she feels like she’s in the way of Emile and Remy. So she lets go. She breaks up with him because shes “not feeling the relationship anymore”, but she still wants to be friends. And yeah, Clarimonde hurts- but she smiles through it and knows its for the best. Even if it ain’t fair.
And Emile is calling Patton crying, curled up in a ball, wanting to rip his heart out. He can’t take it anymore and says so over and over. It’s Friday so Dot and Larry drive him over to Patton’s. Roman comes over and brings ice cream and they watch Adventure Time but then Marceline shows up and Emile starts crying because REMY BAGAHAHAHAS sO they switch to avatar.
And they all cuddle and are buried under tons of blankets and it’s great.
Roman offers to punch Remy and Patton whacks him upside the head. It’s funny.
And Emile still feels like crap but at least he knows he has good friends. He isn’t alone this time.
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