#frame freak studio

[theruffiansretrorampage]

From Animation Magazine

[thes-hitoverlord]

Professional animators from L.A., New York, and Chicago are preparing a Halloween festival for you.

[bubba-draws]

ouhoughoho so remember this post? yeah im actually making a whole ass animation about this hk au  🧍 have this wip im going to sleep now

[100-gar]

Controversial take but i watched all of jjk, in subbed, so it had my full attention 100% of the time, and i am of the opinion that it just fucking sucks.

So me and my wife were talking about it, and we were trying to figure out why people like it and we've come up short. I do not understand what's so appealing about this show for so many people. Can someone PLEASE tell me.

[paintsplash1712]

I wish he was looking up at the Walt photo too. Thats his dad too, guys!

Caution!! Once upon a studio short spoilers!! Watch it before u interact!!

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WE WON, OSWALD FANS WIN ONCE MORE!!!!

LOOK!!!!!!

MICKEY EVEN AKNOWLEDGES HIM, HE KNOWS HE IS THE OLDER BRO!!!!!

I am crying, screaming, bouncing!! I WAS LIKE "If oswald isnt here im gonna krill myself xD" I DIDN'T THINK THEY'D ADD HIM!?!?!

REJOICE, EPIC MICKEY AND OSWALD FANS! WE HAVE WON ONCE AGAIN, MAKE HIM BE MORE KNOWN, SPREAD THE WORD OF THE TRUE BELOVED!!!

[veaspo]

heyy can u write hcs for ej , brian , liu and bloody painter with a s/o who seems rlly innocent and sweet but when they do the dirty shes a freak ?

imma try my best, trust🙏🏼

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•SLIGHT NSFW IN EVERY CHARACTERS HC .

CREEPYPASTAS WITH AN "INNOCENT" S/O

EYELESS JACK

- In Jacks "eyes", you were perfect. Innocent, Caring, Loved him for who he was even after the whole demon thing.

• or so he thought...

-He came back from a mission one day, eager to get to bed and go to sleep with the comfort of his lover.

• When he walked into the shared bedroom, he was met with you fucking yourself with a dildo.

-He was just standing there staring, waiting for you to notice him.

•Once you did finally notice him, he just smirked under his mask and walked out. Allowing you to finish.

BRIAN/HOODIE

-Brian was out recording nature and things of those sorts.

•Then he ran out of storage on his SD card, so initially he had went back to your guys' house to transfer them to his computer.

-Before he put them all on there he had looked to see if there was any he didn't want.

•Then he came across this certain one.. 🙊

-It was you. Recording yourself as you were humping a pillow 🙀.

•He stared in shock for a few minutes but then Brian then went to the kitchen where you were cooking lunch. He proceeded to fuck the life out of you.

- and the rest is history .

HOMICIDAL LIU

•Liu was writing poetry at his desk you guys had found.

-He was getting thirsty, so obviously he went into the kitchen to grab him something.

•You were on the couch with your headphones in, oblivious to him coming downstairs.

-Liu grabbed a water from the fridge and he had noticed you on the couch and had called your name out. You didnt respond so he decided to sneak up on you.

•When he did, he noticed you were watching something. He looked over you shoulder and was met with you watching porn.

-He didn't want to embarrass you (although he would tease you about it later) so he just smirked and went back upstairs.

BLOODY PAINTER

•Helen was in his studio painting. (obviously)

-He was missing his lover so he had quickly left his studio room.

•When he walked into the shared room and was met with you taking pictures in lingerie that you most likely would put under his pillow... (yall i just found out theres male lingerie🤕)

- or hide in his studio somewhere later .

•He stood frozen in shock but then leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Staring at you take pictures that he knew would be all for him.

-You had noticed him in the camera and quickly turned around and grabbed your robe from the bed to cover yourself.

•Helen walked up to you, "Don't cover yourself baby, I was enjoying it." he said as he walked up to you.

-He basically tore the robe off your body.

•Im gonna leave the rest to your imagination 😣

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i was struggling with this guys🙏🏼

but trust, i got the job done😝

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Feel free to leave requests and tips!🩷

[jealousmartini]

So I minishifted to my kpop idol dr last night and I'm loosing my mind

Lowkey still kinda freaking out about it because it's only just when the realisation settled in that I FUCKING SHIFTED. AND TWO OF MY FATTEST CRUSHES WERE STOOD RIGHT THERE. FUCK. OKay let me explain what happened before I IMPLODE!😆

So given how startled I was when I woke up in what i assume is my studio room? (It was a pretty cute studio and looked like it WOULD be mine🤭🤞🏾) I was only there for a good 2 minutes before freaking out and shifting back like the COWARD I AM, so I'll tell you everything that happened whilst I was there😁

Okay so first of all, I woke up in "my" studio right next to my group leader Mei and my other best friend on the other end and I was SO confused at the time because I was trying to figure out where I was. I didn't understand why I was in a different room but like at the same time it felt familiar.

But anyway, I felt so comfortable and warm and realised it was because I had a really soft blanket wrapped around my body, which I suspect was from one of my members?? Maybe?? and then Mei looked over at me and noticed I was awake, she was like "Youre finally awake Keesh" and rubbed my back so gently i could have fallen asleep right there and then again. It was like I got a taste of satisfaction for my touch starved self.

And GOSH her voice was so much more raspy than I thought it was going to be i was quite taken aback😭😭 and her face sculpted by Aphrodite herself kinda switched to a concerned expression when she saw me looking around the room frantically like I didn't know where I was, she asked me if everything was alright, and I couldn't even reply with my voice because I was so stunned so I nodded weakly with most unconvincing smile ever because I was still processing what the hell was going on.

Then suddenly, I heard like two worryingly familiar male voices coming close to the studio room we were in☹️☹️(internally i was like FUCK OFF I cant do this rn). My head literally snapped to the door when i heard it creek open and standing right there was the glorious man he is, Min Yoongi, leaning on the door frame (with long black hair btw) and the gorgeous man he is, Jimin, peaking his head through from behind the door😭😭 (I think i remember him being Blonde?). When I tell you my pulse picked up at a million miles per second. Seeing Yoongi and Jimin in the flesh is something else you guys. And to say Yoongi is intimidating is an UNDERSTATMENT☠️☠️ those two were so hot oh my GOD. I was lowkey panicking because I was NOT prepared to come face to face with AANYONE from my kpop dr nevermind BTS☠️☠️ even though i intended to shift there last night.

But anyway, i heard Yoongi ask my members ask if I was still asleep because my food was getting cold, and Mei said, "Oh yeah, yeah, she just woke up.." and Immediately placed my head back on the table and covered my face with the blanket, PRAYINGGG she'd think I fell back asleep WHICH SHE DID THANK GOD🙏🏾 and right before I woke up here I heard Jimin saying something like "you should wake her up before he eats it all??" He was giggling while he was saying that, too. And then I shifted back here.

OH AND LET ME NOT FORGET TO ADD, THIS ENTIRE DIALOGUE WAS IN KOREAN?? AND I UNDERSTOOD IT ALL.

This experience is actually one of my most scariest/exciting/crazy ones ever. Not even just because I shifted there, but because of what happened prior to the shift. Me and my best friend were yapping to each other about BTS, and we were talking about the signs we picked up on and then the realisation I came to. The moment me and my friend and I made this silly girl group as a joke, it seems that we created a butterfly effect in our reality. And now, whatever sign I get about BTS, "coincidentally," always links back to my girl group.

Anyway so yeah idk wether or not I want to shift back because LORD I CRAVE TO SEE THEM AGAIN but like I am so intimidated by Yoongi and even Jimin I might just freak out the next time I see them again😭😭 @livingmydreamlife5555 @samara444 @4ellieluv @theshifterbear

[hunterthecharmer]

Unexpected - Part 2

Sorry for the delay everyone. Here's part 2! Hope you all like it :)

Summary: You work for an events company and end up being assigned as a talent handler for a 2 week long convention. Your co-worker ends up assigned to Glen Powell, but you catch his eye. Can you remain professional and keep him from knowing you're actually a pretty big fan of his?

This is my inspiration for the outfit he’s wearing :)

Part 2

It’s the middle of the week, and every day has been spent coordinating with Dylan O’Brien’s team to get every piece of his schedule nailed down. He only had one assistant in the office currently which made your job a bit easier. Savannah, on the other hand was sipping her lattes with her feet kicked up in the corner of your office while you took your meetings each day as Glen’s assistant sent everything over via email or text, to not fill her day up with Zoom meetings.

“This probably means he’s a control freak.” Savannah muses, chewing on the end of her pen as she notates an email from his team. “Look, we both have our work cut out for us. Have you opened your package yet from his team?” You ask, waving your mailer in front of her with a grin. You already knew she was going to want to swap one of the items.

“Wait, what? No! What did they send?” She grins, tearing open the envelope to pull out a large autographed headshot of Glen. Some pens, a lanyard and a handwritten note from his assistant come tumbling out with it. Savannah pouts, immediately shifting her eyes to the one you’re holding. “C’mon, don’t make me beg! Let me see it!” She’s giddy as she shakes your arm, and you giggle as you dramatically remove it from its sleeve. “Trade ya?” You wink at her, before you both search the hall for some empty frames and get Jim from IT to help the two of you hang them up in your offices.

As soon as he’s finished, Savannah comes tapping on your door. “Thanks for trading. Dylan is my man! I hope he’s nice, I don’t know how I’ll feel if he’s rude..” her voice trails off, and you pat her on the shoulder. “He’ll be great. Don’t stress it! You’ll do a great job keeping him on track.” She smiles at your reassurance. “Sooo, are you going to pack your Longhorn hat?”

You gasp at her, crumpling a nearby scrap of paper and throwing it at her. “Listen, that hat is my only one that’s black, it goes with everything, and…yes, it may or may not have only been bought because of Glen. BUT, of course it’s coming. You never know what Tennessee weather will bring!” You smirk at her before flipping off the lights in your office, following Savannah down the hallway to the parking deck.

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“Wow, it really is beautiful here.” You mutter to yourself as you climb into the shuttle taking you from the airport to the event location. The sky seemed a richer hue of blue, and the large trees shaded the vehicles the entire trip. You allowed yourself to breathe as you stepped into the large auditorium building. All the months of hard work and planning had finally paid off. Seeing it with your own eyes was a real treat that you rarely got to enjoy with this job. Hundreds of staff members were busily setting up chairs, tables and last minute details together before the talent would arrive that evening. The welcome party was going to be a blast - glow sticks, a DJ, boujee appetizers and twinkling lights. It would be the perfect way to welcome the talent and allow everyone on location to get ready for the weeks ahead.

After doing your makeup and spraying some texture spray in your hair, you take one last look in the mirror of your little cabin and smile. You felt confident in your all black outfit. Black levi jeans, an off the shoulder black long sleeve with some gold jewelry and some hoops. Your hair was curled, and the leather boots were keeping your feet warm from the winter chill outside. You plop down on the edge of your bed and take in your home away from home. Everyone had their own little log cabin, it was basically a studio set up with a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, chandelier above it and of course a bathroom and lounger with a big window. It was charming and cozy, and you couldn’t imagine how much nicer the talent’s must be if this was how lovely yours was.

One last spritz of texture spray to your hair and you were out the door, jumping on your personal golf cart to ride down to the warehouse.

“Over here! Over here!” You hear a high pitched squeal from across the gravel as you put the golf cart in park. You swivel your head to the left to find Savannah fastly approaching, one hand waving you down, the other holding her skirt from dragging across the ground. “Finally, you’re here!” She wraps an arm around you in a tight hug. You giggle as you steady your balance, hugging her back. You knew she had to be so nervous to meet the talent, because you weren’t the type to get starstruck and your own heart was hammering in your chest.

“We’ve got this! We aren’t the only ones meeting them for the first time tonight. Just remember that! I’m sure Glen will be lovely. I promise I will try to nonchalantly get Dylan to meet you tonight too. Deal?” You both pinky promise before heading inside towards the loud music.

You squint your eyes at the glowing white orbs on each high top table, not a single chair in sight other than at the bar. The DJ had many of the guests up and dancing while others socialized amongst themselves. Everyone was dressed casually, probably changing minimally after their plane rides. You and the other workers were definitely dressed up a little more, which instantly put you at ease. Feeling more put together and confident, you lead Savannah to the sign in table. Glancing around as you wait in line, you watch the other girls and guys check over their packets, taking in who their responsibility will be for the next two weeks. Reading what their pick up and drop off schedule will be like, and all the other fast facts about their assigned celebrity; allergies, preferences, etc. As soon as your packet about Dylan is in your hands, you find an empty table and start reading over it. You nonchalantly do a sweep of the room, the different colored lights illuminating everyone’s faces. Some of your favorite actors are in this room, and you couldn’t believe it. After a few moments you spot Dylan at the bar, the lavender backdrop and blue lights behind the stools accentuating his all white outfit. He runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair, mid conversation with another actor you didn’t recognize. You quickly glance down at your paper, making notes with your pen. You get through about three pages before Savannah appears in front of you, slamming her lanyard down on the table. “Did you introduce yourself yet?” She whispers, rummaging around in her bag for her lipgloss. “No, I’m letting him finish his conversation first. How’s Glen?” You ask, smirking at her. “He’s a dream. He literally made a beeline for me through the crowd to introduce himself! I have to bring him his schedule, apparently no one had it in their rooms when they got here so that’s awkward. Strike one on us.” She bites her bottom lip. You feel your eyes widen. “What?! That was supposed to have been done days ago! The girls from scheduling said they had it under control..oh well. I guess it’s a nice ice breaker for us to approach them. Wait, did you say Glen came up to you? How’d he know you were his handler?” Savannah raises a hand to cover her mouth before moving around the table top to grasp your forearm. “Girl! You know how they sent us head shots of the talent? Apparently they received one of us too! Isn’t that wild?” She giggles, taking in your reaction. “So, that means Dylan already knows I’m here probably. Great..” You let your voice trail off before closing your folder and grabbing your lanyard to place around your neck.

“Let me go say hello, then!” You flash Savannah a nervous smile before heading to the bar, Dylan’s eyes immediately drifting from the man he’s talking to over to you. He places a hand on his shoulder and says what you assume to be a quick goodbye before turning on his heel toward you. “You’re the lucky lady who's stuck with me, yeah?” He grins, extending a hand to you. His brown eyes are friendly, twinkling beneath the lights dancing around the room. “I’m Dylan, so nice to meet you!” His handshake is firm, and you take note of how strong his cologne is. “I promise to get you everywhere on time these next few weeks. It’s great to meet you!” You return his smile, moving closer to him as a crowd of people brush past the two of you toward the buffet, the DJ announcing to everyone that dinner has been set out. Dylan leans down to your ear so you can hear him better. “I’m so stoked to be here, did you have a hand in all this?” He shouts above the music, gesturing around him to all the decor in the warehouse, fake pink and magenta flowers are strung up through the rafters, flameless candles were dispersed throughout the room, you were proud of the vibe in here for sure. It was kind of like a club but classier. “It took a village for sure, but I’m really happy with how it turned out! Oh, here’s your schedule by the way-” You continue to babble on to him about the whole event and the planning that went into it, and start going through Dylan’s schedule with him. He listens intently to you, his focus a hundred percent on what you’re showing him. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Savannah pointing you out to Glen, his eyes peering at you from beneath his black Texas Longhorns ballcap before he looks away. You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you tear your gaze away from him. You and Dylan exchange some more info, and decide to meet out front by the golf carts in another hour or so. You meander towards the back of the space, your stomach growling at the sight of all the warm food placed ahead of you. Before you can grab a plate, you hear Savannah call your name, “Hey, wait up!” You spin around, her arm locking with yours to pull you away from the buffet line. “Where are we going?” You whine, turning your head back towards the food. “The food is that way! I’m starving.” Savannah shoots you a sympathetic smile as she continues to drag you through the crowd until she sits you down at a round table in the corner of the room. “Unfortunately, that food’s not for us.” She frowns, before leaving you to disappear behind a door and reappear moments later with two foil covered plates, two large water bottles under her arm. “Savannah…what’s on those plates.” You wearily question, grabbing it from her. You both count to three together before ripping the foil cover off, revealing a hamburger, bag of chips and the tiniest cup of fruit you’d ever seen. “Guess they had to cut corners to save money somehow.” You pout, pushing the plate away from you as you grab the bag of Lays.

“Here we chose the best menus each night for them, thinking we too would get to enjoy them, but no. We have to eat like kids.” Savannah complains as she bites into her burger. “What, lost your appetite?” She frowns at your plate. “I don’t eat burgers. Actually, I can’t eat red meat at all.” You reply, shrugging your shoulders. You slump back into your chair, disappointed that you’re missing out on the all you can eat sushi bar the talent is currently enjoying right now.

Savannah inhales her food as the two of you chat about your schedules for tomorrow, trying to find overlaps. Your conversation is cut short at the sound of a male voice in front of you. “Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but, do you ladies happen to know where the restrooms are?” You both snap your gaze upward to see Glen standing in front of your table, the only celebrity in a 300 foot distance. You take in his outfit- his cap you noticed earlier, his dark black jeans, crisp white t-shirt and grey cardigan that fits him perfectly. He’s extremely handsome in person, even more so than on screen. You open your mouth to speak, but you realize nothing is coming out of your mouth. You quickly wet your lips with your tongue, eyes deferring to Savannah, since he probably came over here to ask her. She is his handler for the weekend, after all. Savannah’s mid chew on the last piece of her burger, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, uh, they’re behind the DJ’s set up, there’s a little hallway back there with the bathrooms.” You meet his gaze again, his green eyes locked onto yours before they drop to the plate in front of you. The sides of his mouth tugs up into a smirk. “Not hungry?” He points to your untouched hamburger, his watch catching the light. You take a mental note of your stomach doing backflips over this accessory, as watches have always been kind of a thing for you. A turn on, if you will. You shake your head and laugh, admitting that you can’t eat it. “I’ll be out of commission if I eat that.” Glen’s playful expression turns to one of confusion, pointing over his shoulder to the extensive spread of food behind you. “You want to trade? I didn’t see that as an option. Where’d you find that?” Savannah giggles, waving her hands in front of her as she finally speaks. “No, no, the burgers are just for us little people. You guys get to enjoy the good stuff.” She winks at him, and you nudge her beneath the table. Not exactly the best way to put it…

Glen’s eyebrows furrow slightly, head tilting to the side. “That doesn’t seem fair. Tell you what, I’ll bring you back a plate of whatever you want if I can devour that burger on your plate.” He flashes you a grin, and you’re enthusiastically nodding before you can think twice about it. “Yes, please! I’ll literally take anything you can gr-” you begin, but Savannah cuts you off. “She loves sushi, Glen.” They exchange a smile as he points to her before wading through the crowd. You turn to your coworker, mouth open in disbelief. “Umm, is Glen Powell bringing me a plate of food right now?!” You let out a tiny squeal, hitting her on the knee. She props a hand on her cheek, “I know right? Isn’t he so nice? Where the heck is Dylan?” She responds, squeezing your shoulder. “It sucks we have to act like we don’t know them. Like, at all.” She huffs, crossing her arms across her chest. “He’s over by the dessert bar, why don’t you take a quick walk by? He won’t even notice! He’s quite the social butterfly tonight.” You wink at her encouragingly, and she actually stands from her chair. “You know what, you’re right. Be right back!” She’s giddy as she weaves through the crowd, and in her wake you see Glen reappear, a plate full of sushi in tow. He sticks out his tongue, clearly proud of his selection. “Here we go, I got a little bit of everything for ya.” He presents the plate to you dramatically, flicking his wrist to emulate a waiter as he drops it on the table. “You’ve outdone yourself.” You grin, placing a hand over your heart to match his energy. “And in return…” You reach for the plate, lifting the burger to his hands. He shakes his head, instantly grabbing the burger out of its sleeve and taking a huge bite out of it. “I’m Glen, by the way.” He mumbles, his mouth full. You swallow thickly, Savannah’s reminder echoing in your head as you introduce yourself, acting as casual as possible. You lift your chopsticks and dig into your food, not having realized that Glen’s attention is on you. The two of you continue to eat in silence, hunger clearly winning here. “Guess we were hungry.” You laugh, pushing your now empty plate away from you. Glen throws his head back with a chuckle, nodding in agreement. “Guess so. It was a long travel day.”

Suddenly, you remember why he approached your table in the first place - the bathroom. “Wait, did you ever find the restrooms?” Your tone has a hint of worry in it; what were you thinking, sending him off to get you a plate of food? You were sup[posed to be serving the talent, not the other way around. You suddenly felt embarrassed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Glen’s mouth turns into a soft smile, his expression playful again. “Oh, I knew where the bathrooms were.” His words hang in the air as you process his tone, taking in his facial expression. Was he..flirting with you? There was no way. You were delusional. Before you can respond, he stacks his empty plate on top of yours and slides them back toward him, leaning over the table a bit to make sure you can hear him. “Nice doin’ business with you.” He shoots you a quick wink before he tosses the plates into the trash can and disappears into the crowd. You’re aware of the cheesy grin on your face that you can’t wipe off, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you fidget with your bracelets. Savannah soon returns, waving you toward her. “C’mon, let’s get to our carts and wait for the boys! We have an early morning tomorrow.” ANd with that, you grab both of your bags and follow her to the gravel lot outside, the exchange with Glen replaying over and over in your mind.

Dylan strides up to your golf cart right on time, his eyes glazed over. “Man, that was fun! You guys killed that. I’m dead tired though.” He raises his hand for a high five, and you happily oblige before driving him to his personal cabin. Agreeing on a wakeup time, you wait for him to get inside before driving off.

You snuggle into bed that night replaying how amazing the event space looked, relieved that Dylan was kind and, so far, not a diva. You were looking forward to getting to know him a little better and look out for him the next few weeks. And then there was Glen…you had to try and downplay tonight’s interaction. He was just being nice, his parents clearly raised him right. That’s all it was. Did he seriously wink at you? Maybe you dreamed that part. Maybe he isn’t as nice as he seems, and just a charmer. He could have a girlfriend for all you know!

“I need help.” You mutter to yourself.

You shake your head and sigh; you were here to work. You needed to be professional and short with all of the guests here. End of story. You let yourself fall asleep to the sound of the wind blowing outside your cabin window.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S3 Promo/Teaser: Freaking Out - Lestat & Daniel are Unhinged

As usual, Imma try to go frame by frame thru AMC's IWTV S3 promo, but I was laughing so hard I had one hand slapped over my forehead trying not to pass out and die--WHAT am I looking at in the year of our lord 2024!? 🫣 AMC is so goated for doing this!

Daniel oughta be sued for this alone--he should've tracked down Damek if he just needed a random blonde white guy if Lestat refused to show up! XD STUNT QUEENS!

Mark Johnson: "I think he's entertaining someone?" Daniel: "Do we have insurance for homicide?"

Yeah, YOURS! 😂

And they got the gallon of blood in a pewter goblet, WHY? XD That don't even look warm! 😭

Daniel: "That HIM. Jesus Christ, look at him!"

By the tone of his voice I can't tell if Daniel was creaming himself or pissing himself, or both. 😝

LESTAT IS WEARING CLAUDIA'S YELLOW COLOR I AM UNWELL NOBODY TOUCH ME 😭💔

Mark Johnson: Mr. Lioncourt, hi, Mark Johnson, I'm the executive producer. We talked on the phone a couple of times; we're really excited about the-- Lestat: I don't remember you. Mark Johnson: --documentary.... Ok.

GOD. 🤣🤦

Sam's midriff, I can't; Carol Cutshall, Imma send you my therapy bills.

Get this coked out queen off my dang screen. 🤣🤦

Not the blood-red choker where Louis slit his throat-- He wears blood like jewels, y'all! XD You can't talk about Louis now, hypocrite! 😝

Christine Claire: You have 45 minutes and he's gone. Daniel: Who the f**k are you? Staff: This is Christine Claire, Mr Lioncourt's lawyer.

REALLY, Les? Really?

Staff: Hair and makeup, now-- Lestat: Do I look like I need you? 💅💎

💀👻 This diva bish.

Lestat: There's a goblet on the table. 🧿👄🧿🔪 Daniel: You don't like the goblet? Can we get rid of the goblet, please, thank you~!

The way Lestat death-stares the poor sound-man just for being dehydrated, omg.

"Armand told the truth" tattoo--are y'all effing kidding me? 🤣 Daniel Molloy and cinematographer Jesse M. Feldman; you've got a mole in your studio!

Lestat is PIIIIIISSSED! 🤣At long last, the meme has been realized!

Daniel: I see you have my book there, what do you think--*choking*

Oml, Lestat's finna kill Daniel by the end of this interview! 😭 I am DYING of laughter, y'all.

"I am The Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal...more or less. The light of the sun...the sustained heat of an intense fire.... These things might destroy me. But then again...they might not.

Sam, you WERK, bish!

His vocals on the song snippet sound REALLY good! While I'm bummed we won't get that Nu Metal sound from the QotD movie, I'm glad they're going with Euro-sounding Glam Rock for AMC!Lestat!

Nice nod to Count Dracula's ah-ah-ah laugh! XD

They just CANNOT decide which contacts to give this man, it's hilarious at this point.

What on earth is he doing? XD

God, he's killed someone on set. XD

Louis finna show up at the studio with the divorce papers this time. XD

Nope, that face won't save you now! XD

Lestat once Daniel's done tearing his dignity to shreds.

He's cracked, your honor.

This promo was SO much fun, omg, I haven't laughed like that in a hot minute; thank you AMC! ❤️

[veronicaphoenix]

"Her cheek pressed against my chest with the trust of someone who’s used to it. With my arms around her shoulders and the height difference between the two of us, I practically had her tucked into my body, and she felt more comforting than any other place I could imagine."

In case you didn’t know, @bluestdai is an incredibly talented artist, and she spent the last few days working on this beautiful fan art of Lia and Noah in their early twenties, from my fanfic The Inevitability of Love at Second Sight.

I feel extremely lucky and grateful that my story found her and she loved it enough to dedicate her spare time and immense effort to create something as beautiful as this. This is the first fan art anyone has ever done for any of my works, and I still can believe someone brought Lia to life so vividly.

As complex as Lia’s character is, she’s one of my favorites I’ve ever created and I cannot wait to give her the happiness she deserves next to Noah.

okay, all of that was very formal, but the truth is that i spent the entire time that blue was working on it screaming at my phone screen

@bluestdai, what else can I say, i'm still feeling awestruck. Can't stop looking at it and admiring the details, her big brown eyes, the way she's tucked into Noah, the L oN HIS JACKET with Lia's favorite flowers, his hand on her, keeping her close 🥹 Please, I already love them enough and this just made me fall in love with them cuties all over again. You're freaking talented, Blue. I didn't deserve this but you made it happen any way. This was very sweet of you and I'll never stop saying thank you 🥹 My heart is full. (i'll be framing this and hanging it on my studio's wall).

How wonderful it is that we're all such a beautiful community of artists and support and encourage each other's works.

[morganbritton132]

IDK if it’s actually a trend or just one couple’s hilarious communication style but I keep seeing reels/shorts of this one couple having “arguments” by pressing their faces/cheeks/noses against each other (like kissing but not) and whisper-shouting at each other and neither can keep a straight face and it always resolves hilariously.

Sort of piggy-backing off of your previous posts about Eddie and Steve being mid-tiff and ridiculous, I just imagine Steve coming in after the other teachers leave, sitting on Eddie’s lap and literally getting in Eddie’s face with his face like “hey, asshole, what gives?” Bonus point if Eddie had been live.

I am picturing this whole event happening a little after Eddie started using Tiktok.

So, Eddie (and Steve by extension) is nowhere near as popular on the app as he’s going to get. He has his following of metalheads and D&D nerds, but he hasn’t even explicitly said that he’s married yet.

After he said his hellos and goodbyes to Steve and the other teachers, he went down to the studio, picked up his guitar, and started a live-stream because sometimes it’s better to work out your creative process with an audience. He’s not great with the camera set up yet so the way it’s angled, you get the guitar, his hands, and his torn jeans, but it’s cut off at his mouth.

He’s in the middle of working the kinks out of an angsty guitar riff when the door to the studio opens and closes, and you can hear footsteps. A hand reaches into frame, pulls the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and replaces it with the hand’s owner.

Steve climbs into Eddie’s lap and straddles him, but all you see on camera is Steve’s nice jeans and his Christmas themed grippy socks. You also get to watch Eddie’s hands rest on Steve’s hips for just a second before sliding into his back pockets. Eddie’s voice sounds real fucking casual when he hums, “What do I owe this pleasure?”

Steve sounds anything but casual when he replies with, “What gives, asshole? You embarrassed me.”

“I embarrassed you?” Eddie said in a voice that sounds like he is about to go on a monologue across cafeteria tables. He ignores Steve’s pouty little ‘don’t’ start’ to instead slide a hand up to the back of Steve’s neck and pull him in closer. “Did the freak embarrass you, Ste-“

“Don’t call me that,” Steve huffs, a laugh in his voice. “What are you, my father? Call my what you always call me.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m not embarrassed of you,” Steve says instead of answering. “I never have been.”

“You won’t see a movie with me.”

“I want to see the movie!” Steve exclaims, shifting so their foreheads are pressed together. He looks Eddie in the eyes even though it makes him feel cross-eyed when he does that. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to go. I just – I don’t want to do the carpet.”

You can tell from the sound of Eddie’s voice that he’s pouting when he says, “I wanna show you off.”

“Next time,” Steve promises like he promised the last time and the time before that. He kisses Eddie on the tip of the nose and then pulls back, “You’re fogging up my glasses.”

Steve says that he’s hungry and wants to go get dinner, so Eddie reluctantly lets him out of his lap after one last squeeze of his ass. Steve pulls Eddie to his feet and they leave his live-stream audience with an image of the studio’s ugly orange couch as they go upstairs.

‘Eddie Munson gay’ trends on Twitter for the next week which is amazing to Eddie because, “Seriously, guys? It’s insane how many times I’ve had to publicly come out as queer when everybody in my high school seemed to know instantly.” 

[theruffiansretrorampage]

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[cityofmeliora]

kinda late but here is the Terzo childhood headcanons AKA new yorker Terzo post. for @plaquerat <3

ok so. i don't really have a solid interpretation of the lore, and my headcanons aren't very detailed. i'm open to floating a lot of different ideas. here are some that i like:

i've liked the idea that Terzo was primarily raised by his mother ever since i first saw the interview where TF (as nameless ghoul) suggests Terzo may be nicer than Secondo because "he seems to have, i dont know, a kinder mother?" and then i found the official instagram post mentioning Terzo's mother attending his concert in New York, and i was like 'oh! maybe she lives there. maybe Terzo used to live there with her.' it got me thinking...

Terzo was born in california and then moved to new york with his mom after she and Nihil split.

seeing the skyscrapers in new york for the first time was a really formative experience for him. that sense of awe he felt eventually inspired his interest in art deco and futurist art. new york became the base for his imaginary city of Meliora. (this is partly inspired by my own experience as a native californian because we don't really have tall buildings in california and i FREAKED OUT when i visited new york and chicago and saw REAL tall buildings.)

Terzo's mother was an artist and he spent a lot of time in the studio with her and her artist friends. their apartment walls were covered with Terzo's own art.

art and music and culture have always been at the center of Terzo's life. he and his mom would always be listening to music or viewing art galleries or watching movies together. i think Terzo's dynamic with his mother was very much like this anecdote from Carly Rae Jepsen:

My mom and I would sit and meticulously go through Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell lyrics together. Even from a young age I remember her being like, “I’m playing this Leonard Cohen song called ‘Famous Blue Raincoat,’ and when it’s done I want you to tell me what’s going on in it.” She would give me like a fake glass of wine when I was 8, and I would listen and be like, “I think there was an affair.” Pitchfork - Carly Rae Jepsen on the Music That Made Her (2019)

Terzo turned out to be a gifted child. super smart and naturally talented at a lot of things, but he particularly loved to build with lego / blocks and play piano.

Terzo had a great relationship with his mom. she always supported him and encouraged him to pursue his interests and to do his best.

Terzo missed his dad though. his parents had been together long enough for Terzo to remember him. he was just a kid. he didn't know any better.

when Ghost debuted and Nihil became an internationally famous one-hit wonder, Terzo developed this idealized image of Nihil as a cool rock star cultural icon in his head. idolized him a bit.

after this, Terzo decided he wanted to get serious about becoming an entertainer / musician. started doing piano recitals and competitions. youth theater. film club. all the things.

if anyone asked Terzo why he wanted to become an entertainer, he'd tell them it's because it's what he's good at. and he's always wanted to be famous. which was true, but...

what he wouldn't tell them is that a part of him was trying to emulate [his idea of] his dad and secretly hoping that if he shared that interest / became famous his dad would want come back into his life.

he knew his mom was always there supporting him, but every time he went onstage he would look out into the audience hoping his dad might be there to surprise him. (he never was.)

Nihil was the first of many many disappointments in Terzo's life.

oops! i made it sad.

anyway here's a doodle of kid Terzo getting a postcard from his dad... he didn't hear from his dad again for a very. very long time after that.

there are a lot of details i haven't square hammered out, but it's okay because these headcanons are mostly for me to like, frame Terzo's character development over time. might post more later :)

[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 6<-

Part 7

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Swearing, mentions of harassment!, protective Chan & Seungmin, Mentions of sex, jealousy

Word Count: 3.4k

Note: So this Part got so long that i had to split it in two. Hope you like it. I changed the dorm situation a bit, to have them all together. Believe me that is going to be important for the story;) The next Part will maintain big Chan Smut. Stay tuned.

Also I’m really sorry that I have to close the Taglist Thank you for the support! You‘re insane!)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

As fast as you can, you get an Uber and drove directly to the dorm of the guys. After only a few minutes of driving, you're already standing in front of the front door. Nervously, you step from one foot to the other as Changbin opened the door. He was wearing only boxers and a shirt over his shoulders.

Completely surprised by the sudden sight of his freaking hot body, you just stared with your mouth open.

He was leaning against the door frame with one arm above your head so that his biceps was tensed, and he had a toothbrush between his pink lips. Apparently he was getting ready for the day at the studio and smelled like a delicious mixture of soft and dark scents that twisted your brain.

You noticed that his biceps seemed to be twice as big as your head and his entire torso tempted you to just lick it, so seductively was he built. His fluffy hair was still messy and he looked at you just as surprised.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

He stared at your figure under the dress and then back into your eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to break free of the naughty scenarios that assaulted you at the mere sight of him.

"Hey, Bin. I need to go see Chan and discuss the meeting."

Apparently he knew what you were talking about, because he nodded and took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"I think he got here a few minutes ago. Come on in. But don't be shocked. It's pure chaos."

He held the door open for you and you stepped into the hallway, where there were already quite a few pairs of shoes standing around. Most of them you knew from the boys.

"How bad can it be? You guys just moved."

Changbin closed the door and led you into the living room.

"It's pretty bad. Believe me."

"I spend most of my time in a studio with 3Racha. I guess I'm used to it", you smirked, looking around the apartment curiously.

"That's true."

Indeed, there was chaos in every corner of the house. But that was probably still due to the move. The kids moved from the small dorm to a larger one a week ago, where they each finally had their own room. The fact that the eight of them still lived under one roof and didn't want to be alone was really sweet.

There were still unpacked boxes everywhere, used plates and bowls on the living room table, a lot of clothes, dumbbells, and even studio equipment lying around. That's when Seungmin also entered the living room and greeted you.

"Hey, Minnie. Are you ready for the meeting?", you asked and he leaned up against the back of the sofa.

"Sure. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah. I need to talk to Chan first."

Seungmin nodded, and just like Changbin, his gaze wandered along your curves. The dress had apparently been a great success till now. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug.

Startled, you squeaked, but when you heard Han's hearty laugh behind you, you groaned loudly.

"Surprise! It's just me. Your favorite rapper", he chirped and pulled you even tighter against him, so that your back was pressed against his chest and you could look up at him.

"Don't tell lies!", shouted Changbin.

"We all know who her favourite rapper is."

He sounded confident and grinned until Seungmin snorted.

"Don't act like that. I rap better than both of you put together."

"In your dreams Minnie", Han shot back, squeezing your hip and pressing your hips against him. The fabric of his jeans rubbing against your butt and his spicy cologne distracted you from the conversation.

He was probably unintentionally grinding your ass so hard against his middle that you could feel literally everything of him. He rested his chin in the crook of your neck and sucked in your scent deeply.

"You smell so good", he murmured against your ear, and it gave you goosebumps. His hands were wrapped tightly around your belly and the contact with the hard fabric of his pants made your dress slide up more and more.

"Jisung let go of her! She's here to talk to Chan, not to be groped by your horny ass!“, shouted Seungmin then and Jisung pouted, while Changbin giggled mockingly.

"Oh yeah? I thought you were here for me, pretty."

You had to smirk and padded him on the cheek with your hand.

"I'm always glad to see you, Ji."

That seemed to satisfy him and he let go of you, but not without looking at your ass, which was peeking out from under the now slid up dress, as was your white thong.

"Where's Chan?", you now asked around the room, and Seungmin nodded towards the long hallway where the boys' rooms seemed to be.

"He should be in his room. The third door on the right."

"Thanks."

Quickly, you tugged your dress back into place and followed Seungmin's description. First you knocked on the door, but when no one opened you pushed down the handle and entered.

Soft music was playing in the background and the big bed immediately caught your eye. Probably he had not heard you because of the music.

—

Meanwhile, Han looked at Seungmin shaking his head. 

"You knew Chan had just taken a shower..."

Changbin laughed out loud and looked at the two of them with wide eyes. An evil grin formed on Seungmin's lips.

"Chan's always running around here naked... Maybe that's how he'll learn to put on some clothes", he said, and Han chuckled.

—-

Right at that moment, you stared at the broad shoulders of Chan, who was standing in front of his closet with his back to you. However, he was completely naked and to make matters worse, you couldn't get a word out.

Completely caught up in the sight, you didn't even dare to breathe.

The muscles on his back tightened and he had wet hair. It smelled like hot steam and shampoo in the room. He looked like a greek god with that wide back and beautiful glossy skin.

Just as he turned to face you, a surprised squeak escaped you and he heard it just in time to grab the towel on his bed with huge eyes and hold it in front of his privates.

"Fuck! What the hell?", he gasped with his slick aussie accent and his face flashed immediately red, like a traffic light. He looked even hotter from the front. His abs were defined and his skin still shone wetly. With only the towel in front of his middle, he stared at you as perplexed as you stared at him.

Except you couldn’t take your eyes off his abs and the defined V-lines that, to your disappointment, disappeared behind the towel.

"What are you doing here?", he asked.

Irritated, you dig out your phone out of your bag and waved it in the air.

"I texted you that I was coming over now. The guys said I could just come in", you stuttered and tried to look somewhere else, but his freaking mesmerising body attracted your eyes like a magnet.

When you mentioned his roommates, he sighed loudly.

"That explains it."

You didn't know what to say or what to do, which is why you just stood there.

"As much as I enjoy the look on your face and mostly the view, I should get dressed", he said then and immediately you felt embarrassed.

You mutter a quick: "Sorry."

And turned around. As you did, your whole head glowed and you bite your lip in embarrassment.

"You could also take off your clothes, then we'd be even", he suddenly said and you raised your eyebrows in surprise as you turned back to him.

By now he had on a pair of jeans and was buttoning up a black shirt that sat tight to his shoulders and made him look like a model. He glared at you with an amused grin and you were just glad he wasn't mad. He left the top buttons undone and stepped towards you. You had to put your head back to look up at him.

„But that will have to wait until later.“

You had no idea what he was up to but judging by his smile, it wasn't anything innocent he was thinking about.

"You look beautiful today, by the way", he murmured as he took your hands and planted a kiss on your knuckles. Instantly something fluttered in your chest and you brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead to stop yourself from touching his chest.

He took your hand and led you out of his room into the living room, where the others waited anxiously, trying with all their might to suppress their laughter.

"You are all idiots!", he snapped at them, but there was a smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m just trying to help”, Seungmin grinned and enjoyed the shy look and the rosy cheeks on your face. Chan shook his head and glared at him for a moment, before he turned back to you.

"Let's briefly discuss the finished concept for the video, and then we'll be on our way."

He was fully back to professional.

That was your cue. You started pulling out the notes on your phone and so you went over everything together again, correcting mistakes and putting the finishing touches on it before you were picked up by the driver.

In the car, Seungmin put an arm around you and took your nervous hand that you tapped incessantly against your leg into his own. With the other hand he massaged your neck lightly.

"You don't have to be nervous. Just be yourself and if you get unsure, we'll still be there to help you", he whispered near your ear.

It was only a few minutes drive to the sponsor's company site, but it seemed like an eternity. Gratefully, you leaned against Seungmin and nodded. His touch was comforting, and with the two of them by your side, you immediately felt much more confident.

You didn't have to wait long in the entrance hall and were led directly through the huge building by a pretty girl with long black hair. The company was at least twice as big as the JYP building and there were employees hurrying everywhere through the corridors. However, most of them were women, barely older than yourself, which was a bit strange.

The girl introduced herself as Ji-u and her eyes immediately sparkled when she saw Chan and Seungmin. It was annoying how she adored the boys with her beautiful smile and dark eyes.

But the two of them didn't even seem to take notice of it or they skillfully ignored it.

You had fast learned, that the boys just had this influence on people and especially on women.

While Ji-u led you through the building, she tried to start a conversation with Seungmin, but he only answered in one word, so she finally turned to Chan. Polite as he was, he chatted with her and every time he made her laugh or gave her a charming smile, something in your chest tightened. The pretty girl was already getting on your nerves in no time, as she completely ignored you in addition.

Arriving in front of the office, she knocked and briefly went inside to announce your presence.

Gradually you started to feel sick. Everything was so tense and professional here, and you had only been manager for a few months. The importance of this sponsor to JYP and more importantly to Stray Kids was huge and you were going to give everything you had to make this work.

"She likes you”, you remarked, and Chan looked at you with an amused smile.

"She's nice", he answered with a shrug.

You shook your head with a snort and turned back to your Ipad and the keynote you had prepared for the talk to introduce Mr. Jang to JYP and Stray Kids. Likewise, you wanted to introduce the concepts for the music video to maybe get him to invest in other projects as a sponsor as well.

"Yea, 'Nice'... I'm sure she's not just trying to be 'nice' to you", you muttered, not lifting your eyes from the Ipad.

Your annoyed tone made Chan raise his eyebrows and he exchanged an amused look with Seungmin.

"Are you jealous, Y/N?", came from Seungmin then and your gaze shot up and inevitably met Chan's curious face. Immediately you felt caught and you quickly shook your head.

"No. Why should I? You can do whatever you want with whomever you want."

There was your gaze fixed on your screen again. The blush rose in your cheeks and you couldn't bear Chan's knowing expression and Seungmin's piercing eyes.

"She's pretty. Why don't you ask her for her number?", you then said to dispel the awkward silence and to proof your point.

Even though the sentence was painful just to say it, you put on a carefree smile and looked Chan straight in the eye. But he only grinned wider and wider and took two big steps towards you.

"Why should I? I'd much rather look at your pretty face."

The sudden change in his tone of voice, made you freeze and as you just looked up at him with wide eyes, he took your face in his hands and cupped your cheeks. His lips hovered close to yours and there was such softness in his eyes that you melted in his touch.

“What else should i want when i can look at that sexy body and those seductive eyes every day?”

His raspy voice almost made you gaps and now you wanted to sink to your knees for that man. Then the door opened and Ji-u stood before you again.

Whatever she wanted to say didn't come out and she just stared at Chan's hands holding your face close to his. Then she cleared her throat and Chan pulled back again, looking at her with a questioning smile.

"You can come in now. Mr. Jang is waiting for you."

With that, she gave Chan one last disappointed look and disappeared into the next corridor. A feeling of satisfaction spread through you. Chan escorted you into the room with one hand on your back and Seungmin stood to your right.

The first thing you noticed was the huge window front through which you could look over the whole city. In the center of the room was a massive desk that looked intimidating compared to the chairs in front of it.

Sitting at the desk was Mr. Jang, who stood up to greet you. He was an older man, in his mid-50s, wearing a suit that probably costed more than your apartment.

He had short hair, a serious face, and ice-cold eyes that were right on you as you walked in. Then he turned to Chan and Seungmin, bowed and greeted them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bang, Mr. Kim. It's nice to finally meet you."

The two also greeted him and put on their most charming smiles.

But he hardly paid any attention to you. You watched in amazement as he offered the two of them a seat. Seungmin looked at you in confusion for a moment as Mr. Jang addressed you for the first time with a disgusting toothpaste smile.

"Darling, be so kind and get me a coffee!"

Completely perplexed, you followed his gaze and discovered the coffee machine standing right behind him. He would just have to take a step back.

"I think you can do that yourself! The coffee machine is right behind you", Seungmin said then and you could see Chan kicking his leg under the table.

But Mr. Jang just laughed.

"That's very true. I like your direct manner, buddy."

Not wanting to stand around the room any more awkward, you just put on a friendly smile and walked over to the machine.

"That's not a problem. I'm happy to do it."

With a few moves, the machine started making the coffee and that's when you heard Mr. Jang ask behind you:

"Can I offer you something too? A coffee or something else?"

Chan declined with thanks. You seemed to be invisible.

"We've already had a big breakfast today. But thank you for your effort!"

A direct lie. Chan never ate breakfast before meetings and Seungmin also often passed up a meal before important events.

Seungmin also declined and both boys began to get restless as Mr. Jang unashamedly looked at your body from behind as you stood by the coffee machine. His lustful look immediately made Seungmin sit up in his chair and Chan tensed his fists on the table.

With that, Mr. Jang seemed satisfied and when the cup was full, you went back over to the desk to set it down in front of the businessman.

"Thank you, sweetie", he said, and the look down your cleavage was equally not inconspicuous. But you ignored it, after all, you had to please him today to get the sponsorship. So close to him you smelled the expensive perfume burning your nose and saw that his fingers were overflowing with swanky rings.

"When is your manager coming?", he asked then, and the silence that followed was stifling. Chan only had his eyebrows drawn together and Seungmin's expression grew colder.

"I'm the personal manager of Stray Kids", you said with a put-on smile and he looked at you as if you had cracked a joke. When no one laughed, he looked to the boys and then back to you.

"You? Really? A girl? Aren't you a little... young?"

That explained his disgusting behavior. He had thought you were one of his little maids. However, he didn't seem to have too much respect for women in general. His eyes now roamed over your body and immediately you felt uncomfortable in your skin.

"She is the best at her job and therefore very well suited. We couldn't have gotten a better manager", Chan replied, pulling back the chair next to him so you could sit down.

Although he smiled and seemed friendly, you could see the anger just by the burn in his eyes and his jaw tightening as soon as Mr. Jang even looked your way. The rich producer was obviously a huge asshole and extremely horny.

As soon as you sat between the guys, you could feel Seungmin's hand resting on your thigh under the table. It seemed almost possessive and he was less adept at hiding his anger than Chan.

"You guys are really lucky with your employees then... I see why you hired her. But if you ever need a job, just come to me!“

You returned his tacky smile, but would have preferred to throw up.

"We're actually here today to talk about our comeback with you", Chan said, and you were incredibly grateful to him for changing the subject.

But eventually you managed to introduce the concept and explained all the important information to him. He listened attentively, asked questions, even though his interest was most of the time on your boobs. Every intrusive look from him became more uncomfortable and you became more and more angry.

Keeping a friendly face despite everything became increasingly difficult. But after what felt like an eternity, you finally came to an agreement and Mr. Jang announced that he would take over the music video project completely and would also be interested in future projects.

Even though this made you breathe a sigh of relief and it was a huge success, you felt terrible. Being treated so superficial by a man and at the same time not being able to do anything about it drove you crazy. You thought of the other young women who worked for him and probably had to endure this every day.

"I think we've settled everything for today. My secretary will mail you everything important, I will talk with my producer team and then we can start shooting the video and the teaser in the next weeks", he announced, standing up.

You all followed his lead and you noticed how Seungmin and Chan's tension dropped. You exchanged triumphant looks and Chan discreetly stroked your lower back with his hand, which gave you back a lot of strength.

The tension during the conversation had been noticeable. Seungmin had gritted his teeth so hard that you feared he would soon punch that disgusting snob straight in the face. He hadn't taken his hand off your thigh for a second, and you could feel the anger boiling inside Chan, too.

"Thank you! It's an honor to work with you", you said, squeezing out another sweet smile.

The corners of your mouth were already hurting, so much you had to force yourself not to just scream out loud.

"I'm thinking of becoming a permanent partner and sponsor of JYP. Maybe we can discuss more details over a coffee?"

This question was addressed directly to you and you could feel the air in the room drop several degrees. At that, he put a hand to your hip and pressed his business card into your hand. You had to suppress a wince when he touched you and Seungmin gave Chan an alarming look. However, he just stared at the sponsor's hand and would have loved to rip it right off.

->Part 8

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[carriedawatermelon]

Ronancetober, prompt three. In which a fish might be dying and Nancy figures some things out. This is silly and soft. In the same universe as my prompt one fic, if you squint.

Prompt: Dead

Nancy’s pulling on her jacket and boots at 11pm on a Wednesday because Robin might’ve killed a fish. 

“He’s dead, Nance. Shit, shit, shit. Or he’s gonna be. Oh my god, Dee asked me to feed him for a week and I’ve killed him.”

Fingers the Fish, Robin’s roommate’s betta, is apparently “lethargic” and there’s “a white spot on his fin, maybe?” and “he’s swimming strangely, Nance, I swear.” Nancy’s pretty sure he’s fine. Nancy’s pretty sure the way that Robin described lethargy is just…being a fish, but also, even if he’s not fine, he’s a fish.

Nancy will not let Dee be a dick over this. She will personally buy Dee another fish. She will sit with Robin when she tells her. She will nod seriously when Robin says she’s sorry and he was such a good fish. She will glare the moment Dee even implies this is Robin’s fault, and Dee will notice and stop, because she’s afraid of Nancy, and Nancy likes it that way.

For Robin’s sake, she will also attend whatever ridiculous fish funeral Dee and her performance theater people put on. The two of them will not be able to make eye contact, because they will both immediately start laughing, a lesson they learned at a harvest moon celebration that involved a set of pained, orgasmic noises thrown across an outdoor stage and into the audience by people dressed in tan turtlenecks. She will stand beside Robin and not look at her and inside she will be running a very lengthy commentary on fake problems and people who have more money than sense, which Dee and at least half her troupe do. 

(She is not dissimilar to her father sometimes, but Robin tells her it’s “style over substance, Nance, which here is a good thing. Dee is more like Ted than you, when it comes to what matters.” A wicked grin. “Try not to imagine your dad on stage next time we see them.”)

It’s halfway through lacing her second boot, hunched on the little stool by her front door and considering which 7-Eleven is the best option at this hour for Robin’s favorite sour candy, that Nancy realizes. Her hands slow on her shoelaces; her back straightens; and her mouth goes dry.

“Shit,” she says into the silence of her studio apartment. There’s some panic attached to it, but not the usual kind. Certainly not the world-ending danger panic that still sometimes rockets her awake at night. Not even the minor crisis kind that comes with leaving an essay at home or cutting it close with editing deadlines. 

It’s more internal, more incredulous. Less what are we going to do and more how could you not have known this? Because with the realization comes the knowledge that it’s been true for a long time. Years maybe. And Nancy has Wheeler genes, which means she is outstanding at ignoring and repressing and turning her head away when she doesn’t want to deal with her feelings. But Nancy’s also spent considerable time trying to learn not to be Ted. She sees a therapist, for god’s sake. 

So it’s a really, Nancy? kind of panic there at her front door, slumped back against the wall as she stares at the little side table with her keys and Robin’s keys and the green glazed little dish Robin had made for her in the ceramics class she took their first year of college. A watercolor she did hangs next to Nancy’s bed. She’s in more than half the frames on Nancy’s bookshelves, in the Polaroids on Nancy’s fridge. She has a drawer in Nancy’s dresser and a nightstand that’s all but officially hers, books of poetry and Greek classics stacked in the opening underneath the drawer, which holds a spare pair of reading glasses that Robin wears all the way down her nose. She’s everywhere, and Nancy only wants more. Nancy’s getting herself together to make an hour-long drive on a weeknight because Robin is freaking out over a fish, and the only thing she’ll be able to do is be there with her. Nancy wants to be there with her. 

Nancy is, as it turns out, entirely in love with Robin. 

“Shit,” she says again, and then forces herself to lace her boots.

After a night of watching Robin watch the fish, of carding her fingers through Robin’s hair on the sofa until she falls asleep in her lap, Nancy drives them both to a pet store, which according to the Yellow Pages ad has considerable knowledge about fish. They talk to a very enthusiastic kid who reminds Nancy of her brother if he ever smiled, and they leave with some droplets. Robin hugs her so hard before she drives back to Evanston that Nancy’s sleep-deprivation-inspired grumpiness evaporates. She holds Robin tightly to herself and breathes her in, which doesn’t feel weird because it’s what she does every single time she says goodbye. 

Really, Nancy?

Nancy has college friends. Nancy has good college friends. Nancy has good, queer college friends, who would absolutely mock her for what is maybe the most stereotypically lesbian thing she has ever done, and she regularly assists with set-building for the plays her friend Jamal directs, tool belt firmly in place. 

She doesn’t call them. 

She picks up her phone and dials a number she still knows by heart and when, on the third ring, Steve picks up with a lazy Hello, Nancy blurts, “I’m in love with Robin.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then, “Nancy?”

“I’m in love with Robin,” she says again, like she has some kind of virus that compels it. 

“Nancy,” he says, slower, gentler. “Did you…did you not know?”

“Did I…” She frowns. “Did I not…”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out. “You didn’t know.”

“Steve,” she says, a little helplessly, which she hates so much it makes her want to hang up the phone. 

“Oh, okay, yeah. Yeah. Sorry. Shit, I’m sorry, Nancy. What, uh…do you want to talk about it?” He tries, and yes, she does, because Steve is Robin’s best friend and loves her deeply and it had felt right, to call him, to call someone who could hear her love Robin and go, of course you love her, who could hum and say, isn’t she something? 

Instead, she says, only half-sure she wants a real answer, “It’s that obvious?”

He’s kind, when he explains that yes it is in fact that obvious. He talks about all the things Nancy knows, the things that had shot to the front of her mind last night at the door and then in the car and with Robin’s head in her lap and while Robin nodded intently and took notes on fish care. 

Really, Nancy?

“Does she know?” She asks, when she feels like she can.

“I mean, I’ve tried to tell her.” A pause. “Sorry about that. I just…uh…” 

I thought you knew, he doesn’t say, and Nancy thinks about what it would have been like to realize because Robin did something before she could, pressed her lips to Nancy’s one night before they said goodbye or didn’t let go the way Nancy never wanted her to anyway when they woke up together. 

“Does she…” She doesn’t finish the question. Steve shouldn’t be the one to tell her, and Nancy is coming to realize she doesn’t need him to, anyway. “Never mind.” She takes a deep breath. “Thanks, Steve. Really. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Steve laughs. “You’re driving back to Chicago,” he says, voice teasing. 

“I am,” she confirms. 

“It’s gonna be good, Nance,” he says, in a tone Nancy never expected to hear this way. “You both deserve something good.” 

“Thanks,” she says softly. “You do, too, you know?”

“There’s actually…there’s someone you should meet. Both of you. When you come home.”

“Melissa?” Nancy asks, and Steve groans. 

“Jesus, Robin. I should’ve known she’d be telling you everything.”

“Not everything,” Nancy corrects. “But she’s very excited about this one. She likes the way you talk about her. She likes the way she makes you feel,” she says, using Robin’s phrasing. 

“She makes me feel good,” he says, and Nancy smiles into the receiver. 

“Good.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, Wheeler, stop talking to me and go get the girl. And be prepared for me to ask you about your intentions when you come home for spring break.”

“I don’t think you want to hear about my intentions,” Nancy says, a little lecherously, and Steve barks a laugh. 

“Uh-huh, stud, good try but remember how we started this call.”

“Stud?” She snorts, but she does remember. “Thank you again. Really.”

“Go, go,” Steve says, and she hangs up and does just that. 

Robin’s got class, and Nancy’s skipping one of her own to make the drive back, but she doesn’t care. It’s an art history survey for a gen ed requirement, massive and boring and Lisa will give her notes anyway. She lets herself into the apartment twenty minutes before Robin’s class lets out, which means she probably has forty-five or so to wait anxiously on Robin’s couch before she gets back. 

She stares at Fingers, at the medicine droplets and the page with Robin’s notes sitting next to his bowl. He looks fine. He looks like a fish. He swims in circles. 

She tries to read, a long form piece mentioned in one of her journalism classes on Robin’s coffee table where she’d left it last weekend. Eventually, she gives up, eyes unfocused on the page. 

When Robin’s key turns in the lock, she’s back staring at Fingers. “Hi,” she calls out.

“Nance?” Robin’s tossing her jacket on the hook, grinning around the corner to see her. Her face falls when she sees Nancy, whose own smile must be an anxious mess. 

“He’s not dead,” she says, voice shaking a little, and Robin’s got her arms at Nancy’s biceps, eyes checking over her frantically.

“Nancy, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Really, Nancy?

“Nothing,” she says, forcing a breath, reaching up to squeeze at Robin’s hands on her arms and then stepping forward and wrapping her own around Robin, burying her nose in the fabric of her sweater. 

Robin’s arms close around her immediately, holding her closer, and her cheek rests on Nancy’s head as she says, “Okay. Okay. Are you sure? Because you looked…and you’re back here even though…shit, Nance, you have class. What’s wrong?”

Last night I was putting on my boots to come comfort you over a not-dead fish and I realized I was in love with you and it’s both the best thing that’s ever happened to me and terrifying. 

That’s not quite what she wants. Nancy’s good at words. She’s going to make a career of it. She’s also brave. She’s had to be. And Steve’s right. This is going to be good. This is Robin, and it’s going to be so, so good.

“I’ve been an idiot,” she says, and then pulls back. Her eyes flash to Fingers, still not dead, and she links her hands with Robin’s, pulls her to the sofa. She wants to look at her and be close to her, so she pulls one leg up and presses it against Robin’s knees where they’re crossed, keeps their fingers linked. Robin’s blue eyes are tracking her closely, concerned, and Nancy reaches up to run a thumb over the furrow between them. 

Really, Nancy? But now she’s going to do something about it.

“You’re my favorite person,” she says, and Robin’s worry stays, but a blush blooms in her cheeks. She keeps talking before Robin can say something sweet. “Last night, I was putting on my boots and thinking about you. That’s normal. I’m always thinking about you. Which is another reason why I’m an idiot for not…” She sighs and Robin’s head is slightly tilted now, eyes questioning and blush deep and beautiful against her pale skin. She stays quiet, for Nancy. “Anyway, last night I was thinking about how to make you feel better about Fingers and I was imagining the nightmare funeral Dee would have for him. And I thought about you laughing at that Harvest Moon performance and I realized…I realized I’m in love with you. And I have been for…for a long time.”

“Oh my god,” Robin says lowly, and then she leans forward and kisses Nancy deeply, hands framing her face and tongue licking into her mouth, and Nancy climbs into her lap and holds tight. 

Six months later, Fingers dies, and Robin shows up at Nancy’s apartment with the flyer for the funeral, bottom lip in her teeth and laughter in her eyes. They go, dressed in  blue and purple as requested, a tribute to his kind. When the lights dim in the basement, a rhythmic grunting emanating from backstage, Nancy squeezes Robin’s hand tightly and does not look at her. When the troupe emerges in jewel tone leotards, writhing and wailing with one another, she feels Robin’s body shaking with laughter. They make it, barely, snacking on vegan cookies and giving a weepy Dee a hug before hustling back to Nancy’s car. 

Tears stream down Robin’s face, her breathing ragged with laughter, and Nancy thumbs them away and kisses her. “Rest in peace, Fingers,” she says solemnly, sending Robin off again, and she’s so gorgeous when she laughs. 

Nancy’s in love with her. Really. 

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Who Framed Wally Darling?~☆

《A detective is the only hope to prove the one accused their innocence when they are convicted of murder.》

《Warnings: the subject matter this ARG has are potentially disturbing. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Welcome Home was created by Clown @ partycoffin 》

-《This Au is going to go two ways.. Enjoy!》

[Cast, You as Eddie Valiant. Wally Darling as Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit!]

All you wanted was to have one big easy paying job. Not helps a puppet on the run.

But... It was your fault.

You were the only one that could prove Wally Darlings' innocence.

You were paid to keep an eye on the star puppet of the hit show. "Welcome Home".

Known for his charm, charisma and soft voice.

The man that hired you, (the boss of the studio that produced Welcome Home.) Wanted to find some dirt on the rising star puppet, believing the puppet had other, side-jobs that he couldn't do due to his contract.

So, you went to investigate.

But after watching him for a couples of day, you were glad to say you had nothing close to what your employer wanted...

So on that note, you went back to the studio and got your pay and headed back home.

[Breaking News: Studio owner of ---- ----, has been murdered! Suspect of the crime has yet to be caught or questioned by authorities.]

Spitting out your breakfast onto the kitchen counter.

You hear a knock on your door.

Opening it up, you see a small frightened puppet on your doorstep

I guess a new case is needed to be solved.

[Cast! You as Roger Rabbit, Wally playing as Jessica Rabbit. Julie and Frank playing Eddie Valiant!]

[I made this for shits and giggles, then I remembered Abba-]

You were a children's show actor, one of the main characters. But not the most prominent one.

You loved to make your audience laugh and learn about the world. Hoping to educate the new generation of young minds.

But others would rather see you fail than succeed.

Your boss had called you down to his office to talk to you, so filming was put on pause as you made your way down to his office.

"(L/N), this is Detective Frankly and Detective Julie, they has something to show you." You nod your head politely to the Detective Frankly and Julie.

After finding out your husband could possibly be cheating on you. You sob and cry, finding a peice of paper and writing down the love you held for Wally before heading home.

Crying softly and sleeping in another room, not wanting to see him. (He was very upset when he noticed you weren't beside him when he woke up.)

On your way to the studio, a news advertisement plays

[Breaking News: Studio owner of ---- ----, has been murdered! Suspect of the crime has yet to be caught or questioned by authorities.]

A photo of you appears on screen as you back away in shock!

You had to get to the bottom of this.

There was only one duo that could help you, Frank and Julie's Detective Agency!

<Just imagine all of this is happening because you told Sally about the movie from your world. And she's so invested in it that she decided to adapt it into a theatrical musical production!>

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[Hope ya'll enjoyed this! It's a bit rushed but I had fun playing with the concept and I hope you guys can too! I wanna see some red suit wally and Julie and Frank being detectives!]