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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @bingusmode - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

#corpse husband #corpse #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse social media au #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband fic #corpse husband social media au #social media au #myso #make you say oh #quackity #dream smp #corpse x y/n #imagine #imagines #reader #xreader

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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so ironwood was confirmed to be dead by Miles in a $42 cameo session, where the person who bought it had asked for "comforting words to soothe our anguished souls" bc she was an ironwood fan and wanted a pick-me-up after that devastating finale. miles' response was to essentially mock his fans (it really sounded like that, especially since he ended with "thank you jimmy, may you rest in pieces, crushed beneath the weight of the kingdom you tried so hard to hold up above your head."

apparently the VA, jason rose, confirmed it in DMs w the same fan who sent in the cameo ask. so like, quite apart from how rude and disrespectful it was of miles to make a mockery of james in a cameo where he'd been specifically asked for comforting words regarding the character, ngl but i think that if you have to confirm a MAJOR CHARACTER is dead outside of canon bc you failed to actually show it on screen.....you've failed as a writer. and also that kind of thing shouldn't be confirmed in an expensive and exclusive interview lmao like how hard would it have been to just talk about good aspects to james' character instead of calling him a dickbag and saying 'don't do a genocide, guys!!'

it reeks of unprofessionalism and also it just makes everything surrounding ironwood's character arc even worse since apparently 'his fate was sealed' from the moment he was introduced to the show.

Me, who received the first Moderna shot yesterday (🎉 🎉 🎉 ): Ugh I feel too crappy to answer asks today

Me, upon hearing this news: You know, I have suddenly found an untapped source of energy

Okay, all joking aside, I watched the vid and it’s definitely a lot. I don’t have any information about the request itself except for what Miles mentions in the recording, so I can’t speak to what the fan may have been looking for outside of that, but some highlights include:

“This is for the filth in my degenerate discord server” - Yeah, that’s how a lot of us (fans) talk about ourselves. It sounds like someone who really enjoys Ironwood and makes joking, self-deprecating comments about their love of a character. That’s familiar to me and speaks to the expectation that they hoped for something other than what they got. At least, if I’d sent in a request like that I wouldn’t be happy with the vid, but that’s obviously my own perspective and not this fan’s. I’d be very curious to know their own thoughts though...

“Sometimes a character we like doesn’t make it, does something we don’t agree with... or both!” - That is indeed how characters work! The real question is whether their death/actions make sense within the story, which is not addressed here. Many fans who enjoyed Ironwood don’t have a problem with him dying or turning into a villain — I’ve been honest about my acceptance of either/both, regardless of personal preference, provided it was written well — and that was always the issue. Not what happened to Ironwood, but how it happened.

“James Ironwood’s fate was sealed the moment his character was conceived many years ago.” - Personally, I don’t believe this. RT makes a lot of grand, sweeping statements about what’s been planned “for years” or “since the beginning” and too often we’re faced with writing that directly contradicts that. Though it’s unlikely we’ll ever know the truth, neither option paints the writing team in a good light. Either they’re straight up lying about what’s been planned (or twisting tossed out possibilities into assurances after the fact. For example, someone once suggested Ironwood might become a villain somehow at some point and now that’s presented as, ‘We’ve deliberately been working towards this specific ending for years’), or they’re being truthful and just... can’t write what they want to write. It doesn’t sound good when a writer says, ‘I’ve planned this the whole time’ and a good chunk of the fandom responds, ‘Then why couldn’t we see that planning this whole time?’

“When James was introduced we intentionally made him look like kind of a big dickbag, but then we realized that dickbag had a heart and was also half metal, and that was pretty cool!” - I don’t even know what to make of this. I’ve deconstructed his introduction before, but to summarize here, he’s presented as no more of a “dickbag” than Ozpin who may not be doing enough to protect the people, Winter who allowed herself to get taunted into a fight on campus, or Qrow who deliberately started that fight while drunk. Glynda is the only one who is arguably innocent here. The implication seems to be that obviously Ironwood became a villain because “we intentionally made him look like kind of a big dickbag” but then... does that mean Qrow will become a villain too someday??

The comments about them realizing he had a heart and was half metal just speak to that lack of planning. No, you obviously didn’t plan this downfall from the start if you “realized” something as basic as him caring for others partway through writing him and then allowed that care to drive his character for so long that the decent into villainy read as OOC, rather than inevitable. You obviously weren’t writing him with a backstory that influenced his character — of which his semblance is a major part — if you “realized” he was half-metal... whenever that happened. The fact that we never saw that backstory, or the semblance on screen, or returned to his half-metal nature outside of a ‘That’s coding for evilness’ theme again speaks to the fact that either a) none of this was actually planned or b) the execution is seriously lacking here.

“Let us all take a moment to thank General James Ironwood for his service to the Kingdom of Atlas, but... at the end of the day, don’t do a genocide [laughs]” - I’m having trouble articulating why I dislike this. I’m really too tired to be unpacking this right now (lol), but it has something to do with — as you say, anon — that mocking tone. Something else to do with the surge of purity culture in recent years. The tone feels like it’s tied up in an unsaid, ‘You like the character who tried to commit genocide?’ accusation when, you know, he’s a fictional character. People can like characters who do bad things. More significantly, he’s a fictional character Miles wrote. There’s something particularly distasteful about writers who feel like they’re laughing at fans for liking something when they created the thing with the intent that we would like it. And many did. So they gave attention, time, money, passion, etc. to the work and then when that part of the work finished, the creator appears to make light of that investment? Idk, I’m speaking about more than just this one line — the tone of the vid as a whole, really — but it feels much less like “You enjoy Ironwood! 😄” and more “You enjoy Ironwood... 😬” Like yeah, fans enjoyed the character that you wanted them to enjoy who you wrote to have a heart and then suddenly commit genocide instead. There’s definitely nothing complicated in all that.

“Thank you, Jimmy. May you rest in pieces crushed beneath the weight of the kingdom you tried so hard to hold above your head. Amen.” - All of the above x2 with the added issue that this was never shown on screen. Miles presents Ironwood’s arc like this seven year long plan when in fact they couldn’t even manage the basic move of telling the audience what happened to the character in his final hour. The fact that a fan had to pay to find out whether Ironwood is dead is not a gold star for the writing.

Every time the RWBY crew speaks about the story in supplementary material the canon itself gets worse. Hyping Clover/Qrow on social media pushes the canon closer to queerbaiting. We’re way closer to that with them hyping Blake/Yang. Long ago comments about Ozpin’s cane suddenly make Volume 8 a retcon. A Q&A about Ironwood’s semblance makes his arc a thousand times more confusing about how we’re supposed to read his character — to name just a few. Now this. When a friend first told me this info had dropped I thought, “Thank god. He’s not coming back then. I don’t want them writing Ironwood’s character anymore,” but really... can we believe anything the crew says? “Crushed beneath the weight of his kingdom” doesn’t mean Ironwood won’t show up in Volume 9 if it’s a spirit world type adventure. It doesn’t mean he won’t show up three years from now with even more metal in his body and a, “We said he was crushed, not that he was dead ;)” explanation. Hell, it doesn’t even mean he won’t show up with no explanation at all because, as established, what’s said in supplementary works and what happens on screen are two entirely separate things. Iffy as the vid may come across to those who did like Ironwood, I was initially happy that it at least gave us some closure... but now I’m not even sure about that.

#rwby #rwde #mymetas #Anonymous

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denimsnake · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic author game: 2, 4, 16, 17, 31, and 33 😈

2) What fandom was your first fic for? What/who was it about?

if non-published fic counts, then it was a Transformers fic that I wrote to fill pages in the journal I had to write for sophomore English (10 pages a week…ick). I don’t remember the plot (assuming there was one), but I do remember Megatron murdered Starscream. the first fic I published on ao3 was probably a Captain America fic but…again…I don’t remember the plot and I orphaned my earlier ones a while back lmfao

4) What made you start writing fanfiction?

The TF fic was just to mindlessly fill space but I decided to start writing & publishing fics because I had stories to tell, dangit, even if they weren’t very good (and maybe still aren’t? jury’s still out).

16) What’s your favorite trope?

This is such a difficult question lmao hm…hurt/comfort is a big one bc I love to see characters being taken care of…….also I love mutual pining. bc it requires the characters in question to be super oblivious and kinda stupid and, like.. same. I love social media fics so much that I actually wrote one – they’re fun both to read and to write! and a nice escape from the pressures of perfect grammar, which I talk more about in #33.

17) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t think I’ve ever gotten criticism?? Not that my writing hasn’t ever been deserving of criticism, but I tend to write about safer topics (no darkfic here!) so I don’t get people after me for writing insensitively about something, and people tend to be nice enough not to comment on poor/my-first-fanfic writing. The edgiest thing I’ve published is probably the Star Wars fic lol and hopefully I handled everything okay there; its audience is small enough that there’s a lower chance of someone commenting harshly, anyway.

31) Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing (as a career, I’m assuming)?

I write for fun! I might publish non-fiction in the future bc of my academic trajectory, but probably not any fiction.

33) Fanfiction pet peeves?

OOC stuff is kinda a gimme. When I write, I try to imagine every piece of dialogue being spoken by the characters, and if it doesn’t feel right in their mouth then I’ll change the wording or eliminate it entirely. Sometimes it’s clear that an author hasn’t tried hearing the words in the character’s voice – not to say that this is the only or best method of ensuring in-character dialogue, but I think (hope) it’s worked well for me thus far – and that can be irritating because as a reader it feels strange even if I can’t always explain why. Behavior can be harder because you really have to delve into a character’s psyche as opposed to using a shortcut and you can’t always faithfully do that if there isn’t much canon material for that character, and even with plenty of material it requires a lot of analysis, though that gets easier as you gain more experience and eventually you’ll be mentally sorting characters into archetypes at a glance.

My BIGGEST pet peeve is poor grammar. It doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things but by god my eye twitches when I’m reading something and there’s a comma splice or something equally benign that nevertheless interrupts the flow. I know it makes me sound like an elitist asshole lmfao but please know I don’t correct people’s grammar unless they explicitly ask me to do so. This is a me-problem. Also I’ll legit proofread your fic for free in order to combat this.

Another stupid one is indentation? Don’t indent your fic, please.* I know this is how books are formatted, but it looks awful on ao3 and, again, pulls me out of the story for stupid reasons.

*format your fic however you want; it’s yours.

fanfic author ask game

#writing tag #makeupmonsters #askbox

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borisbubbles · 6 years ago

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ESC 2019 Preshow #09

09. ITALY Mahmood - “Soldi” Autoqualifier

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👏SOL 👏 DI 👏 SOL👏 DI 👏

ENTRY ANALYSIS

Much like Jonida, Mahmood sort of slipped for me when I grew more attached to other songs, but that does not mean he’s not fucking amazing! I, too, fell in love with “Soldi” on first listen when I noticed the lyrics rhymed “Ramadan” with “Jackie Chan”. 😍 😍 😍 😍.

Other amazing things about “Soldi” include: the 👏 use 👏 of 👏 clapping 👏 as 👏 punctuation 👏, the ~Iconic~ lines in Arabic during the middle eight and the wonderful message. It was the FIRST SONG IN THIS YEAR WHICH MADE ME SHED A TEAR!!! 😭😭😭 I don’t know how or why, but I listened to the song with translated lyrics and it just *clicked* for me. I WAS LYING SICK IN BED WITH THE FLU, OKAY. Forgive me my momentary weakness!!!

So is it any wonder “Soldi” was greeted with near-unanimous critical acclaim and support? No, of course not. It’s a fantastic song and 100% deserved to win San Remo!

...

okay, so San Remo... I did *NOT* watch it but I’m aware of Irama, Loredana and Simone, so consider those the reps if I had bothered with an NF corner. Ideal Husband Material, Blue-haired Rocker Hag and Random Dude Who Reads Poetry (not sings. reads.) respectively <3

Slated to win San Remo this year was Ultimo, who entered San Remo with some pretentious piano ballad called “I tuoi particulari” which as the name implies was particularly boring. God what a yawnfest. However, it as also the audience favourite somehow? Him?

So, the juries marked it down just enough so ‘Soldi’ won instead because again, BORING don’t work. Ultimo, instead of being like “well I lost, but oh well, I wasn’t going to Eurovision anyway*”, showed his true Salvador colours by throwing a temper tantrum on social media and spent the entire press conference uglysobbing about how quality was denied (his own words! He refered to *himself* as quality!).

(*he said he would never do Eurovision because he believes it is Eurovision is beneath him 😬) Oh and some right-wing Forza politicians chimed with their usual drivel that Mahmood was unfit to represent Italy because Mahmood is gay & half-arabic while Italy is a vafanculo blob of fragile masculinity which can only be properly represented by drug-riggen, ugly-tattoo’d brats. Guess what? WE 👏 DON’T👏 CARE. 👏 FOR YOUR 👏 MODERN TIME 👏 PREACHIN’ 👏 FORTUNATELY, Mahmood agreed to do ESC (after a week long thinking period lol) and all was well in this world . 👏 ANOTHER VICTORY FOR QUALITY 👏

Edit note: it has become apparent that my brash and snarky assesment was largely malinformed, but user @wingednerdydude provided a pretty detailed summation of the situation.

It’s a quite long explanation I’ll put a tl;dr to appease the fans: Ultimo did indeed not take the loss well, but the media also took an off-hand comment he made about Mahmood out of context and he retaliated, which led a lot of a unnecessary drama and mutual poo-slinging. It’s not just the ESC fans that overdramatize shit, who knew.

For those who want to read it:

Ultimo never insulted Mahmood or said one single bad thing about him or that his song was better than Soldi, let's make this clear from the start. It's also true that he never even said anything complimenting him or his song. Mahmood actually said he never spoke to him nor heard from him in any way. The only thing Ultimo ever said is that he is happy for Mahmood and his success, that's it. If Ultimo really did compliment him then I never read or watched such interview

The mess during Sanremo's press conference blew up right when Ultimo said he was happy for (I'm quoting) "the other ragazzo, Mahmood". Ragazzo is a really neutral term in Italian, it just means young man, I wouldn't know how to traslate it. The journalists found it "insulting" for some weird reason (Mahmood actually said he thinks it's a totally okay term) and said Ultimo was disrespecting him. More context: Ultimo clearly was disappointed about his 2nd place

The press knew it and since the moment he entered the press room they literally started rubbing his missed victory in his face and kept asking him "yeah, but don't you think you should have won?". Ultimo eventually got pissed like mad and rightfully so. They were literally trying to make him lose his temper because they knew he had a bad character and was disappointed. They wanted a scoop and they got it.

Ultimo told the journalists that they were just trying to get an article out of it and that any thing he would say, they would turn it into something else. Then he said (quoting) "I'm fucking done with you". Boom, all of the press room went crazy and started throwing insults at him (sore loser, shit, bastard, ungrateful etc...). At some point Mahmood entered the room and the situation got chill again. By the way, look at the Il Volo guys while he speaks. They agreed.

Which takes us to the next step: why did Ultimo explode like that? I'll get ther: the day after there was a tv program the contestants were supposed to take part in. Ultimo didn't show up. It was full of journalists who obviously insulted him, they showed the clip of Ultimo insulting the press. One of the journalists though, she gave no fucks and just said the things as they were: and that is, the press insulted him. Not only after Ultimo's insults, but also earlier.

Ultimo wasn't the only artist who got insulted: the guys from Il Volo were too, during their performance and while the results were being announced (everyone cheered cause they hadn't won). The journalist says there were clips of it. Ups, looks like they "couldn't show them". Funny how they found Ultimo insulting journalists, but not the opposite. And those videos exist. In particular, there was a video of Ultimo being insulted by press, days before

There were a lot of talks, clickbaity articles written etc... Ultimo tried speaking in a video he posted and told his point of view. Now, mind you, I don't agree with some of the stuff he said. He said that he was sad about the whole thing and that it had been blown out of proportion, his words twisted to show him like the bad guy. And this is true if you read what I wrote. About the results: he was pissed because he had won the televote by a very large margin but lost.

Here I think he was really wrong, cause those are the rules, jury and televote results add up to the final result, it's maths. It may be disappointing, but that's how it is. Still, he was sad that people had to PAY to vote and their votes didn't matter in the end to choose the actual winner. Debatable. But he did make a good point about one thing: the jury votes are made of the votes of some experts (they're like 10 and actually often are people with no music knowledge)

And the rest of the jury votes are journalists. Now, wait a second: the same journalists who threw personal insults at him and Il Volo for no reason if not a personal anthipathy were the ones deciding if they could win or not. Now this is interesting, cause the jury is supposed to be unbiased. His complaining about this is just right in my opinion, something should have been done about it (journalists faced no consequences for their insults to contestants).

This is where the whole thing ended. Ultimo just asked not to speak about it again, Sanremo's week has now well passed and everyone moved on, so that's literally all. I hope I was of some help to better understand the situation. And please guys, no fighting, let's just enjoy Mahmood's song.

AND LET US NEVER SPEAK OF HIM EVER AGAIN!!!!!! ~moving on~

Autoqualifier Odds: very good

The most important thing one has to take away from “Soldi” is that it’s a fucking excellent song. There’s a reason it received near-universal critical acclaim from all sources.

But, as the saying goes, it’s not the song but what you do with it. Mahmood is making great ~live performance progress~ as more pre-parties are showing his growing expertise, but at the same time I feel like everyone has sort of forgotten about him as a potential winner? Actually my friends posited the idea that Mahmood might be a Jamala-esque winner (by finishing second in both jury AND televote) and I think that is an intriguing possibility we should consider! If Duncan somehow doesn’t come through (and he won’t because Expected Winner’s Curse), it will be Mahmood who shall pick up the pieces and win instead. (unless the audience wants to go for the novelty act again, in which case Hatari or Bilal will win) I recognize that Mahmood could go down the usual Italy trajectory and be sandbagged by juries into a mid top 10 placement, I guess. I don’t want to get my hopes up and overrate his odds like I did with Gabbani. Even under the worst circumstance, Mahmood is definitely finishing somewhere in the top 10 though, as all Italian men (fragile or not) do.

Projected placement: 1st-8th in the Grand Final.

Link to the masterpost

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #ESC2019 #Eurovision 2019 #Italy #Mahmood #Soldi #ClapClap

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comicteaparty · 5 years ago

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February 29th-March 6th, 2020 Creator Babble Archive

The archive for the Creator Babble chat that occurred from February 29th, 2020 to March 6th, 2020. The chat focused on the following question:

What is the thing you’re proudest about regarding your story?

Deo101 [Millennium]

I hope saying "That I'm actually doing it, and that I'm still doing it and loving every minute of it" Is an okay answer ^^ there is a lot that I am very proud of myself for with regards to this comic, but I think I take the most pride in actually sticking with something for this long.

carcarchu

I agree with deo, sticking with it is what i'm most proud of and it's probably one of the hardest things to do

Capitania do Azar

Hah I can't say I'm proud of everything, right?

It's hard to put it in words but I really enjoy the comic making process and I'm proud of what I'm accomplishing with it, both in terms of writing and of art. And I think it's rather visible that I put a ton of effort into it

Spring-heeled Jack

I am proud that I prepped ahead of time because the last two times I tried, I didn't. Both times I got about 10 pages in and quit because I felt overwhelmed. With the story itself, I think I'm proud of my characters. Characters are the easiest part for me (plot and central conflict I always flounder on) but I'm still so pleased with them.(edited)

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

For me, it's just getting the work out there. Actually finishing chapters. compared to the first comic story I want to put out, this story I know for sure where its going and gives me a sense of ease? There's some days when I feel i'm slumping along but in the end, I'm pretty happy how it turned out. Pretty much what Deo and carcarchu said lol: my story is long but not super long, but I'm glad I'm still working on it among my other stories I want to share (edited)

Ash🦀

For me, what I'm most proud of is my artist, Katie. We're a collaborative team, I'm just the writer so I don't do much. And she takes my words and just... adds so much life to them. Seeing every page she makes is so amazing. Every time she's growing in her style in leaps and bounds, and seeing her push her lighting, expressions, and unusual panel styles, ugh, it's just so cool seeing her grow. I am so proud of her and what she's done, she's a total rockstar and I love her. I couldn't have done this without her, and every day I'm more grateful to her.

DanitheCarutor

That is a really good question, I don't really show pride in stuff I do usually. I guess the closest to being proud was either when my new comic passed the stopping mark for my old comic, which was discontinued at chapter 3, or when I got chapter 1 rescanned for print recently. The latter was kinda challenging because I rebubbled the whole chapter, and how I rebubbled was a little... awkward, pasting over the old bubbles in photoshop afterward.

Sorry! Apparently the image file was weird.

keii’ii (Heart of Keol)

I actually semi-recently wrote a raving tweet thread relevant to this topic. Basically, for years and years, I did not know what it meant to be proud of your work. I've been happy with my work, both the process and the result. But was "proud of my work" completely synonymous with "happy with my work"? I legit did not know. Even asked a former English teacher friend, who's very good at explaining this sorta things, and I still didn't get it. Then as I made progress through the most recent chapter, I noticed this brand new, strange feeling welling up in me. Yep, you guessed it. For the first time ever after starting this comic, I was proud of what I was making. Not just happy with it, but proud of it. Took me a while to realize, oh, this is proud. Afterward, something happened IRL that temporarily borked my sense of time (one specific week felt like months). So because it felt like it had been months since I made it, I got to experience the last couple pages of the chapter as a reader, not its creator. And I gotta say, thank you past me, you've made something truly heartfelt, and you had every reason to be proud of this. In short: I'm proud of how my comic is an honest reflection of what my heart wants to see, what I want to read. And I'm proud of my most recent chapter being the pinnacle of that. I hope to make more, higher pinnacles down the road, as I continue my way through this story.

spacerocketbunny

I'm proud of how me and @FeatherNotes(Krispy) have shaped our characters and fleshed them out! I'm also super proud of our team dynamic and how if something didn't feel right in the story or art etc., we've always challenged it and come up with something better and stronger! Because we've been so thorough and willing to reconsider, I'm always perfectly comfortable to stand by what we've put out there, even if we've had to go back and fix past mistakes!

Mei

Hoh boy, the thing I'm proudest about in My Husband is a Cultist is the audience interaction. I've been told the comic is funny, and that makes me immensely chuffed, because it means I'm doing something right. I'm always so nervous when putting my work out there with how it's going to be received. That seeing people engage with the story and find it funny and liking the characters... it just warms my heart so much, and it makes me truly feel like I'm on the right path. I'm also pretty proud of the stuff I've written that's not been featured in the comic yet. I look forward to developing those and making them come to life, and I hope people enjoy the grittier parts of this strange comedy as much as I do! And mostly I'm proud that I'm still doing it and haven't given up yet. My lord, I just don't know how it's gonna keep going! but hopefully just onwards and upwards!

eli [a winged tale]

Reading through all of these and I’m so touched. Super proud of you all!

I’m most proud in finally chasing my dreams. Life threw me a bunch of curveballs and creating this comic is a reflection of how I dealt with things and at the same time be thankful for what I have. When I reread my comic I can see mistakes but I also see parts of myself that are genuine. I can’t wait to continue on the story and let the comic be part of my life moving forwards

LadyLazuli (Phantomarine)

My comic went on so long behind the scenes before I was comfortable enough to share it, so I tend to think of my past self quite differently than my current self. So, I'm very proud of 'past me!' She started the project completely unaware of how long it would last or what it would become - just a few characters and story threads and a whoooole lot of ambition - and my present self has had the pleasure of weaving those threads into a project I'm truly proud of. The comic has brought me so much joy - much of it delayed, like a ticking time bomb - and it's all thanks to my younger self. She wasn't sure of what she was doing - but now I know she made some excellent decisions in the beginning. I'm very grateful she started all of this. It's made my life all the more joyful

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

I got a BUFFER. My first non-fancomic died because of work-comittments and lack of buffer, but on Nyx+Nyssa I manage to work ahead. More than anything I am proud of the discipline I developed to allow for that.

FeatheryJustice

I'm proud of almost completing Teasday. I had some long hiatuses but I will finish the story for now. Also proud of where I grown from the beginning of that story to now. The time and effort shows that I did do a lot, which makes me really happy to know.

Nutty (Court of Roses)

I'm proud of a lot of the work that goes into my comic, but what I'm most proud of was this page. I wanted this to be grand and a pivotal moment if what the comic was about. I don't think even a couple years I could've done anything at this scale, but I split the areas into chunks that I completed over the span of two weeks. Always look upon this page fondly.

eli [a winged tale]

That is gorgeous!

Spring-heeled Jack

Impressive!

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

I can point out four moments in Super Galaxy Knights http://sgkdr.thecomicseries.com/comics/ that I'm the most proud of - 1. The end of Book 1 Chapter 4. Chapter 4 was intended to be a big "growing the beard" moment for the comic's action setpieces - the first three chapters were more about introducing characters and plot elements than actual action, so I consider chapter 4 to be the first "real" fight of the comic. The way the action was presented in chapter 4 would go on to represent how action would be presented throughout the rest of the comic, and IMO I pulled it off fantastically. 2. The end of Book 1. Kinda self-explanatory, but Book 1 was the first major story arc of the comic - the fact that I managed to pull together a satisfying conclusion, something that I theoretically could have ended the comic on, was super satisfying to me. 3. This page: http://sgkdr.thecomicseries.com/images/comics/160/30997a1543363807f2141157006.gif . When I wrote in my Book 2 script "they fight for a bit in a big looping animation" back in 2016 I was hoping my animation skills would advance to the point where I could pull it off. And it turns out, they did. 4. Well... today. Ever since starting the comic back on leap day 2016, I knew today would be a big milestone, and I'm proud of myself for sticking with this project long enough to get to this four year mark.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

oh my god, that looks incredible and I've never seen a page like that before!

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

I am not very far into my comic, but when I try to think about what I am most proud of in my work, it is definitely all the behind-the-scenes work I have put into the comic. The world-building. The map-making, language developing, culture exploring, building a political structure, writing histories, character work, etc. All this time and energy I devoted to something that wouldn't be seen by others for many years to come. It is only now starting to come to fruition, despite technically having been working on this project since 2014, with the first scripts, the first character designs, and the first paragraphs about the world of Whispers of the Past. All this work that nobody will ever see. I am proud of sticking with it and putting my heart and soul into it despite the lack of return for so long. I have given up my adolescence to this project, and I am giving up the rest of my youth. But when I think about it, there is no worthier recipient. Because without this story, I feel like a large part of my identity would be gone.

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

Thank you @Eightfish (Puppeteer) ! The storyboarding alone for that animation took a week so I'm glad you like it!

eli [a winged tale]

I totally get you Cronaj! So much goes behind the scenes but that creates the world’s depths and it will resonate with readers! continues dedicating the rest of my life to comics

SL Black

@Cronaj (Whispers of the Past) yes! There is so much prep work involved. I have three full scripts for UO that will never see the light of day (mostly because they are terrible). Comics are such a marathon. All that hard work will be appreciated so much by your readers!

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

@SL Black Man... That sounds like me. I myself went through at least 3 scripts too. I'm glad I'm not the only one who feels this way about the BTS work

Desnik

I'm proud that I'm putting myself out there with a WIP comic script and learning how to not only write, but collaborate with other writers.

renieplayerone

Im really proud that i started a comic and have stuck with it for a year and just how much ive learned by making it^^

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I'm proud that even after 70 pages I've never missed a scheduled update!(edited)

Tuyetnhi (Only In Your Dreams!)

Awe yeee thats always good to have a streak like that!

eli [a winged tale]

That is #goals!

Cronaj (Whispers of the Past)

Agreed!

#ctparchive #comics #webcomics #indie comics #comic chat #comic discussion #comic tea party #ctp #creator interview #comic creator interview #creator babble

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slifers-executive-writer · 5 years ago

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A Overall Discussion About Godzilla: King of the Monsters 2019.

It has been awhile since I wrote an original piece on my blog, and while I’ve stated this is mostly for my writing and anime fandom, I cannot help but include one of my other passions. That is of course the movies. One topic that has been going around the internet lately is the potential flop that is Godzilla:KOTM 2019. I will put it out there right now, that while this movie isn’t doing as good as I would like, I’m sure it will make its money back and I certainly don’t think it is a flop. But my main reason for writing this particular discussion is to clear the air about where this film stands. I’ve been hearing a lot of reviews both top critical and various Youtubers complain about this thing and my overall observation is a lot of them claim to ‘like’ Godzilla and yet clearly don’t understand a goddamn thing.

A very similar thing happened with Detective Pikachu. Both movies not scoring that great on Rotten Tomatoes and overall critic/Youtuber reception being very mixed, yet the general audience seemed to enjoy both summer blockbusters. Both films suffered from a lot of ‘reviewers’ not doing even the smallest amount of research on source material before opening their big angry mouths and complaining why certain characters or concepts weren’t included.

And example complaint on these films were:

Detective Pikachu: wHeRe Is TeAm RoCkeT?

Godzilla KOTM: wHy ArEn’T tHeRe OtHeR tOhO mOnStErS?

Yes these were real complaints.

Now in all honesty, I know neither of these movies are masterpieces as in terms of depth of plot or character arcs. If I had to choose one, I would definitely say it terms of the human elements, Detective Pikachu was a much better film. So I am fully aware that these flicks are complete nostalgia pandering hunks of cheese.

And yet I still found myself enjoying both films to the point where I clapped at the end. The same way almost everyone and their grandmother did for the Avengers. So what is it about this hot garbage making so many people flock to the theaters multiple times to see them?

It’s the simple fact that we have had these Japanese properties in our lives for several decades. Pokemon (1998) & Godzilla (1954). If anyone grew up on either of these or both (such as myself) then we know that as long as these Americanized films are a loads of fun, we can forgive the lazy messy plots. But perhaps that is why these movies aren’t what we all wish they could be...because they are created on American soil.

You see unfortunately, Hollywood has been in one of the most non-creative/reboot mayhem crisis I’ve ever witnessed. Big corporate studios have to pump out as many safe reboot/non original IPs as possible and it seems to have lost most it’s writing talent as well. If certain directors and producers aren’t behind a project, then the adapted movie (such those inspired by anime and other foreign film franchises) probably won’t have much substance. Not to mention Western filmmakers and our critics don’t seem to fully understand the culture shock of the growing popularity in these Japanese properties. Nor do they understand the appeal of these features, hence all the negative/angry reviews. We have seen this time and time again. And it is nothing new.

Now let’s get back to Godzilla: KOTM. It was a fun ride no doubt. The CGI was incredible, and with certain recent Marvel and DC films, this is a mark a lot of those films miss. So thank Godzilla that our beloved kaijus and other effects looked gorgeous. The cinematography for the monsters was also done very well. There are plenty of moments where we truly understand the grand size of these creatures. Overall the fights were awesome and mind numbing. And the music, oh my god the scoring was incredible. Done by Bear McCreary, who did the recent God of War installation did our Kaiju King a great service. Paying homage to classic Godzilla themes was the perfect icing on the cake. So what was the big complaint?

Lol These dumbasses. The people in any robot/kaiju/creature feature seem to be the hardest thing directors cannot figure out no matter how hard they try. But let us admit that we as viewers are pretty hypocritical in this argument. On one hand we ask for a shit ton of monster brawls and on the other hand, we complain their are too many explosions and that the effect wears off after a while. We want human stories and then we complain that they are in the movie at all. Godzilla KOTM by no means has a good human story. Some moments with the military and Ken Watanabe were fine, but the idiots in the images above this movie did not need...like at all. I especially hated the father and mother figures. Like yeah Eleven (Milly Bobby Brown), I would run the fuck away too. I’m not excusing the writers for the shitty human plot, I’m just explaining as to why we still suffer from this problem. However, if you are a fan of the Godzilla franchise, you know for a majority of the films, the human plot is not much better than what we see here. Maybe that was Michael Dougherty’s point. He claimed that this was the ultimate film for Godzilla fans and quite frankly, maybe he is right.

Aside from the very first film (Gojira 1954), the human elements of these films were always lack luster, silly, and even forced. Yet so many people are quick to judge our American filmmakers for ruining what ‘only the Japanese can do right’ and in all honesty I’ve never heard such a false statement. The image above is from one of my favorites, Godzilla 2000. Japan’s fuck you to the terrible 1998 film. But when watching this, did you really care about this guy, his daughter, and his dumbass girlfriend. Or the scientists and their anime-esque villain. The answer is probably no. In any of these kaiju films, very rarely do we ‘really’ care about the people. We just want to see the action. The plots are always, cliche, predictable, and stuffing in some bullshit environmental awareness message. Nukes are bad and people suck. But we love Godzilla (practically a walking nuke) anyway.

Godzilla KOTM, is the same shit we’ve seen before only with American styled editing and tropes. So lots of quick cuts and a focus on the family unit. But hey the special effects are so much better than anything we have seen previously. I don’t have to laugh when I see wires and crappy green screen, or using the same footage from a previous movie. Nope. All our favorite kaijus are in beautiful IMAX quality and are ready to wreck cities worldwide. This is the film fans asked for and we got it. Oh and before the next person complains that the Japanese can only do it better, here is what was done before this.

We got Evangelion Goji with AIDs and CG Tree Goji with Ramen Noddles Ghidorah. While Shin Godzilla was a masterpiece over seas, if you didn’t understand the political subtext, then this film was an angsty destructive ride by a guy who can’t even finish his own art thesis of an anime. (I totally don’t have mixed feelings over Evangelion lol). I didn’t hate Shin Godzilla. It had its moments, but I didn’t think it held the same power of the film it was trying to emulate. Not to mention the CGI and sound design at points were just dreadful. As for the Netflix anime Godzilla trilogy...just wow. Aside from loving the physical design of this new Goji and his new powers, this story was worse than awful, it was downright boring. Even hardcore Godzilla fans had a hard time defending this mess of bad CG. With a promise of multiple featured kaiju and Mecha Godzilla, we get a hunk of nano metal and the only other kaiju actually featured looking like a pack of Maruchan coming down to like ...basically have a staring contest with Godzilla and then evaporate. What a fight for the ages...

In conclusion, I’m not sure if and when either Japan or American will ever truly get it right. We may like certain aspects of one film but hate the rest of it and the cycle will continue on and on. But as far as KOTM goes, I’m happy it exists and hope it does well enough for Legendary to renew its licenses with Toho. I and many others just want Godzilla in the roster and to continue the legacy. Something for future generations of children and adults to enjoy the romping monsters and hear their iconic roars. We can’t let this current toxic and hating Internet culture bitch and complain about concepts and niche cultures it doesn’t fully understand. Like the anime community, the Godzilla fandom is a unique one and has a niche audience. But perhaps like what the Marvel movies have done for comic book fans, the exclusion will lessen over time and become more mainstream. But for now, Godzilla KOTM is meant for a particular group of people and it seems for that bunch, it has made them plenty happy. Myself included.

So what are your thoughts on this movie and others like?

Feel free to share your comments, reblogs, and however else you would like to respond down below.

#godzilla #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla kotm 2019 #legendary pictures #detective pikachu #rant #discussion #movies #american film #japanese film #gojira #kaiju #kaiju flicks #fuck the critics

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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Mine (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Hello! Could I request a Jungkook smut where he gives you a very rough spanking becuase you obliviously made him jealous. Like it wasn't on purpose, it was because you are way too innocent and didn't realize you made him jealous. Please, if you are unconfortable, just let me know and I'll change my request

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Hai!! Could you do a smut with jungkook where he gets jealous of the other members being around/comfortable with you XD make em super possessive during the nasty, love😩💕

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: spanking, language?, sex (obviously lmao)

Word Count: 3809

Authors Note: Woahh, so this is the first smut I’ve written holy moly (ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli lmao) so I hope this was good enough! I kinda made it CEO!Jungkook, because I drew inspiration from the gif (I could stare at it for days oml halp), and I also combined two asks I got for Jungkook since they were similar. I hope I did my bias justice and wrote a good smut for him lol. Enjoy, as always, and feedback is appreciated! If there are any errors please let me know! Happy reading ^^

“No way, baby girl. I think you need to be punished.”

You watched as he made his way to the edge of the bed, loosening his tie as he went, and gulped. He sat down, zeroed his dark eyes on yours, pointed to his lap, and gave one command.

“Bend over.”

What did you do to deserve such a punishment? Well, let’s go back to the beginning.

Jeon Jungkook was one of the most successful businessmen in Korea despite being a tender age of 19, on the cusp of 20. After inheriting his father’s business at 16 when he passed away suddenly, Jungkook was thrust into a world of numbers, markets and shady business deals – a world he was not educated in. But Jungkook had determination. And this determination to become one of the best drove him to completely reinvent his father’s company in a new, modern image, quickly rocketing him to position of wealth and popularity in his home country and internationally.

Now, four years later, the company is still going strong, with new partnerships being forged and deals finalised. A partnership Jungkook did not expect, was his partnership with you. When you first joined the company two years ago, you were just an assistant. Not even an assistant of his, far too inexperienced at the time to keep up with his endless schedule. Just an assistant of some head in a lower department of his company. You should have been unnoticeable. Except for a meeting that resulted in changing your life and his.

It happened on the day Jungkook called a rare emergency meeting. A rival business had created a scandal in an effort to diminish Jeon & Co.’s light, desperate to gain back the fame they once claimed. So, he called in the head of each department in his company, wanting to get a solution to this problem before the flames of deceit could spread and the company could remain on top.

Despite the apparent seriousness of the situation, the meeting was quite relaxed, all head’s joking around with their assistants standing behind them, seated at the large conference table on the top floor, top to floor glass windows covering the area and giving the perfect view of the economical kingdom Jeon Jungkook ruled over.

Jungkook was normally a focused man when it came to his business and his meetings, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to you every so often, strangely drawn to the seemingly indifferent presence you bring to the room. He takes note of how…normal you are. Normal, but endlessly beautiful to his eyes. It almost causes a chuckle to pass his lips, the absurdity of how you don’t fit in with the top dogs of business and finance bringing amusement to him. It’s charming, in a way, your eyes wide and scanning the room, heat rising to your cheeks and ears occasionally, and how you furiously write down notes, eager to learn and do a good job in the presence of the higher ups.

As the meeting progresses, Jungkook makes an interesting discovery. The keenness and purity you display in the meeting is not a once off occurrence: it’s seemingly in your nature. The only words coming to mind when Jungkook takes note of your confused features when one of the members of the meeting makes a particularly crude joke is honest. Good. Innocent. And it only intrigues Jungkook even more.

He’s no stranger to women. He meets with them all the time, in the company, at business parties, through acquaintances; but they’re all the same. They’re all vixens, out to dominate him and control his will, and he hates it. He’s partial to a woman taking the reins from time to time (the pleasure tends to outweigh the trouble), but it’s never satisfying, nothing more than a quick fuck, and then he’s back to work the next day. The women don’t usually contact him again. Out of sight, out of mind.

So, when he lays eyes on you that day at the meeting, he’s captivated, and Jungkook is a man who knows what he wants.

As it turns out, (from his observations), your nervous disposition near your boss is due to his harassment of you and women in general, something that Jungkook does not tolerate in his company. So, he waits. Waits until the end of the meeting, after everyone has stood up, ready to make their exit, when he garners the attention of the people in the room and your boss, a man who’s name Jungkook doesn’t even know, and fires him publicly, on the spot. The man stutters and splutters, begging for his job back, making a show of himself in front of an audience, but Jungkook shrugs off his pleas, explains his reasons for firing him, and allows everyone to make their leave. He is easily replaceable, his personal assistant already making calls to find a backup, and he adds another task to his assistants never-ending list; the task to move you to a higher position (one near him), and to find you suitable work.

By the next week he’s passed you in the halls more times than he can count, so he stops one day, strikes up a conversation, eventually asks for a date after days of amiable chatting and shy smiles from you, and now two years later you’ve become one of the most well-known women in the world; all because you fell in love with Jungkook as hard as he fell for you.

You’ve been by his side through thick and thin, supporting him and being a shoulder to lean on that he never knew he desperately needed in first place. You loved him, more than he probably deserved, and in turn you became his world, his light, the only person he needed. Someone he wanted to have and protect for all his days. He is your shield, of sorts, your innocent nature only furthering his need to have you all to himself. Jungkook was never a jealous man, not one to take interest in the cat and mouse game women tried to play with him (Jungkook was not one to be considered a mouse), but you were a whole different story.

Only you could unleash the envious monster hidden inside him.

A man of Jungkook’s notoriety is expected to attend various glamorous events in his life, ranging from red carpets, photoshoots, new openings, and his most frequent one; charity balls. You attended each and every single one of them with him, an arm linked around his or his hand on the small of your back.

This one was no different. Another ball held in order to raise money for hospitals around the country, a noble cause, one that many are more than happy to contribute too. Numerous celebrities and wealthy businessmen make an appearance at the ball, be it as a PR stunt or simply out of the goodness of their hearts, these balls are nothing short of extravagant and honoured.

Among those attending the ball, Jungkook’s closest friends and workers also show face in this grand event, men you have met a handful of times but treated you as close as they would Jungkook (“Anyone who makes Jungkook happy is a friend of ours”). You recognise them instantly as you stand next to Jungkook, the both of you dressed up in the finest brands money can buy. Jimin notices you both first, sending a nod in Jungkook’s direction and an eye-curling smile in yours, one you return bashfully. Alerting the other men to Jungkook’s arrival, the group turns to face the pair of you, greeting both of you with smiles and slaps on the back for Jungkook.

The night continues smoothly, many donations of large numbers being made, friendships strengthened and drinks plentiful to match the boisterous mood of the ball. You’ve enjoyed yourself immensely, chatting with the boys and laughing the night away.

It’s when you’re in conversation with Jimin, Namjoon and Hoseok, who are in varying stages of inebriation ranging from tipsy to absolutely hammered, when the night takes a turn. Not particularly for the worst.

You had been oblivious (as you usually were) to Jimin’s advances or smirks, Namjoon’s not-so-subtle winks and Hoseok’s blatant flirting, playing it off as spirited banter between the four of you. So, when Jimin drops a card he was holding that managed to float somewhere behind you, looking up at you with a (too) innocent, surprised look on his face, ‘wondering’ how the card fell in the first place, you laugh and turn around to pick it up for him. Your good intentions were received in a different light, when this gave the opportunity to get a view of your behind as you bent over to pick up the dropped item. Turning around and handing Jimin the card back to Jimin, the boys give you bright smiles, and once again you were blind to the true nature of those smiles.

And Jungkook had the perfect view of what happened from his spot by the bar, mid conversation with the CEO of another company.

And all Jungkook could see now was red.

Not one to leave your side, on the rare occasion he must, he’s always kept an eye on you, not wanting you to be uncomfortable or lonely while his presence is missing, but he trusted the boys to take care of you while he was gone. Trust, he now felt, was slightly skewed.

He’s not stupid. He knows how the boys can be when a woman as stunning as you is with them. He’s seen the smirks and the narrowed eyes when they think he isn’t looking. And he’s ignored it for the most part. They know his heart belongs to you, and vice versa, but this is something that leaves a burning sensation in his stomach, and the selfish part of him wants to drag you away from them and keep you all to himself. He can’t keep you all to himself, he knows this, you are your own person, but for tonight, all he thinks is mine, and decides to bring his plan to fruition.

So Jungkook says a quick goodbye to the CEO who he’s been, truthfully, ignoring for the better half of ten minutes and stalks over to where you stand with the others, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. Namjoon spots Jungkook first, eye’s widening slightly at his stony face.

“Jungkook, you’re back,” he greets, all three straightening up to the best of their abilities. Jungkook heads straight towards you and wraps his arm around your waist possessively, pulling you to his side. He looks down at you, and instantly you know something was bothering him.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” you whisper to him, concern etched across your face but you can’t read his hardened expression, his body taut with tension.

“I’m ready to go home. Get your things, we’re leaving,” he said, and brushed off any questions you asked afterwards, instead fixing his gaze on his three friends, who wilted underneath his cold glare.

Saying your goodbyes, Jungkook walked ahead of you and walked briskly to the car waiting for you outside. You found his behaviour odd, he usually had a hand on or near you. But now, his posture was stiff and unforgiving, and you couldn’t discern what exactly was wrong.

The ride back home was quiet despite your attempts at conversation. Jungkook’s answers were brief and clipped, tone agitated and kept his gaze outside the window, knee bouncing up and down continuously. Eventually you gave up and brought your gaze to your own window, a sick feeling settling deep within your stomach.

Arriving at the gates of his estate, you were eager to go to bed. Hopefully whatever was troubling Jungkook would be forgotten in the morning, and you would wake up to the beautiful man you knew, not whoever he is right now. You’ve seen him angry, you’ve seen him stressed, it happens when someone as young as him has responsibility over one of the richest companies in the world. But right now, Jungkook seems like he’s fuming, absolutely tense with anger, and you don’t know if running your hands through his hair and whispering reassuring words in his ear is going to work this time.

Exiting the car when it pulled up to the front of the house, Jungkook strides towards the door and stops as he reaches it, turning around and waiting for you to enter first. This is something he normally does, but you weren’t expecting this display of chivalry with how irate he seems. You smile gratefully nonetheless, and make your way up the stairs in the foyer to the bedroom you share, impatient to just change and sleep your worries off.

Entering the master bedroom, you slip off your shoes and push them to the side, taking off you’re your jewellery as you went. Facing the vanity in the room and slipping the jewellery into their rightful places, you’re startled when Jungkook closes the door with a bit more force than normal, narrowed eyes positioned on yours reflected in the mirror. He takes off his shoes and shrugs off his suit jacket, gaze never leaving yours as he stops near you. Just staring.

You slowly turn around, meeting his eyes uncertainly. He does nothing, except stare. And stare. And stare. Finally, you speak.

“Are you ok, Jungkook?”

At your question, Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

“Who do you belong to?”

The question stuns you, something you did not expect to come out of his mouth. Ever. He knows you’re not property, knows nobody is, so the question leaves you wondering what has gotten into him, and your only answer is a stupefied expression.

Your silence ticks Jungkook off, and he scoffs, a disapproving stare trained on you.

“You really don’t see it, do you? You really can’t see the way other men look at you, wanting to take you away from me. Sweet, really, how pure you are. But it’s not that sweet when you bend over for other men to gawk at your ass.”

Ah, you realise belatedly, he was jealous. Very jealous. And now you know why he was frigid ever since you both came home, why he rushed you home. He was positively seething with jealousy.

You try to justify a crime you didn’t even realise you had committed.

“Wait…what? I-I didn’t know they were staring…Jimin dropped something so I went to pick it up for him…” you trail off, realising he wasn’t going to back down. His eyes, you notice, are impossibly black, and filled to the brim with lust.

“You know I love you, more than I can say. You own every piece of me I can give you. And I hoped that you would be the same,” Jungkook sighs, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, and yours eyes follow the movement, heat shooting straight to your core. Jungkook was a dominant lover with you, and you lived for it, but this enviousness that you can practically feel radiating off him is new – and it’s exciting. You know jealousy is not healthy, but right now you couldn’t care less, too preoccupied with desire clouding your mind and filling the air in the room. Jungkook continues speaking once both sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his forearms. “You think I liked watching them stare at you like you were meat? That you weren’t with me?”

Some part of you enjoys the envy he’s displaying – it makes you feel wanted, desired. But with Jungkook, that was already a common trait. It’s just…heightened, right now.

“I-I’m sorry…I really didn’t know…”

He furrows his brows and tuts. “You think I can let you get away with this?”

You can’t speak, tongue heavy in your mouth and excitement pulsing through your body.

“No way, baby girl. I think you need to be punished.”

You watched as he made his way to the edge of the bed, loosening his tie as he went, and gulped. He sat down, zeroed his dark eyes on yours, pointed to his lap, and gave one command.

“Bend over.”

With shaky legs, you walked over towards Jungkook, and stopped once you reached him. Unsure how to proceed, Jungkook grabbed your waist and tugged you so you were bending over his lap, upper half supported by the bed and lower half supported by his legs.

Jungkook’s hand trails up and down your back passing over your rear, before going lower to grab them hem of your dress and lift it up, leaving your ass exposed to him.

“There were three of them. Three who stared at this beautiful ass,” he emphasises his words by giving it a squeeze, a breath escaping you. “So, I think that deserves ten slaps each.”

Your eyes widen at that, not expecting that much. He’s spanked you before, but never that many, and not as fired up as he was right now.

“Can you handle that, baby?” he asks, looking towards you. You meet his eyes over your shoulders, and you know if you say anything other than ‘yes’, he’ll get even more irritated and it won’t be an enjoyable night for either of you. So, you nod your head, not trusting your voice and hope he’ll take it. Jungkook seems to accept it and says, “count them out loud for me.”

Nodding once again, you face forward and brace yourself for the slap to come. And quite the slap it was, sending your head upwards and yelp from your lips. But you know that’s only the beginning.

“One,” you count, voice breathless.

A slap appears again, but you prepared yourself this time, reaction not as exaggerated and count “two.”

Slap. “Three.” Slap. “Four.” Slap. “Five.” And it continues until he reaches ten. He stops for a moment, soothing the marks he created with his hand and giving you a moment to collect yourself. You whine, and bask in the comfort. Your legs feel like jelly, and it’s embarrassing how positively dripping you are at only 10 spanks, something you know he’s aware of, if the cocky smirk plastered on his face is any indication.

“You’re doing so well baby, only twenty more,” he coos, and once again you get ready for the onslaught of stings his hand will bring. “Ready?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, and it begins again. Slap after slap.

He stops once again when he reaches twenty, soothing your raw red behind with his hands once more, whispering about how well you’re doing in your ear. Your breathing is shallow, hunger settling deep in the pit of your core. The pleasure outweighs the pain, and you can’t wait to get to the main event. Neither can Jungkook, enjoying this far too much, his rock-hard member straining against pants.

“Ten more, kitten, you can take more can’t you? And then I’ll reward you for your good behaviour,” he says, and it sends heat through you. With a revived sense of determination, you nod, and brace for the last ten spanks.

Once it’s all over with you deflate and feel Jungkook bend down to kiss your red cheeks, sending words of praise to you as he does so.

“You’ve been a very good girl for me, baby. And good girls get rewarded. Can you sit up for me?”

He helps you upwards and positions you on the bed, in which you sit up for a second before flopping on your back against the silk sheets, no energy left. Jungkook chuckles and helps you out of your dress and underwear, leaving you completely bare before his eyes. He looks up and down at you approvingly before leaning down kiss you, hard and strong, a kiss that leaves you breathless and full of want.

“Please Jungkook, I need you,” you whisper out when you part, and it sets Jungkook into motion, not wanting to waste any more time. He straightens up and rips off his shirt, moving to unbuckle his belt and pull off his pants. You admire his physique as he does so, eyes roving over the muscles that you never get tired of seeing. Jungkook smirks when he catches you ogling him, and you pull him down for a kiss when he finally rids himself of his pants and underwear. You feel his erection press against your soaking pussy and impatience floods your body.

“Jungkook, please,” you whimper against his mouth, and he grabs his cock, sliding it up and down your folds before easing in until your hips meet, a sigh leaving his lips. Giving a few moments for you to adjust, you rock your hips upwards, signalling you were ready and a groan leaves Jungkook’s lips as he starts to move.

You’re breathing picks up as his pace does, leaving you breathless and incoherent, muttering only his name and moans, your fingers laced in his hair and pulling. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your core tighten as he goes harder, when his voice makes your eyes open again.

“Look at me, baby, look only at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he moans out, angling his hips and hitting a spot inside you that sets your body alight. You obey, and keep your eyes on him, even as his hand snakes down past your breasts to rub your clit in fast circles, pleasure spiking through every crevice of your being before it bursts, shooting waves of pleasure throughout your form, mouth open in a silent moan but your eyes never stray from Jungkook’s as he pumps in and out of you faster to reach his high, following you soon after, head bowed as he moans out words like “beautiful”, “baby”, and “mine”. He collapses on top of you, spent and presses light kisses of love against your neck that makes you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he rests his head on your chest, his arms tight around your waist as you both catch your breath. You break the silence that has surrounded you.

“So, you were jealous?”

Jungkook cringes and burrows his face further into your chest, making you laugh at his sudden shyness.

“Yeah. I can’t help it though. I want to be the only one you need, the only one to make you feel good. I love you too much to let you go,” he admits, and it makes your heart warm with affection.

“Idiot, I’m not leaving you. I won’t ever, I love you. Not anyone else. Just you,” you reply, smiling warmly down at him when he peeks up at you and he grins, leaning in for another passionate kiss, wrapping you up in his arms protectively as you both fall asleep together.

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Hello! I absolutely adore your writing and with each story you post brings me motivation/inspiration! So thank you for that :") Also! I was wondering if you could write a Boom fic where Amy somehow leaves her diary/journal at Meh Burger, a villager takes it for slam poetry uses, and publicly and embarrassingly reveal Amy's crush on Sonic (while the team is there) to the village during a slam poetry competition? Sorry if this is asking for a lot, feel free to take as much time as you need! ❤

(x) permission given by Artists, please support them as well!

I had to look up ‘Slam Poetry’, and honestly, I just hope I do it justice cause like- Dang! lol, here goes nothing! (And that, precious anon, is why I write, so thank you :’) )

Prompt:

Amy wrote and angrily scribbled and stretched out her hand from the strain upon the paper she wrote on.

So dark and deeply pressed were her words upon those writings that she had to flex and massage her hand before going back at it again.

Just venting, she said to herself.

Finally, she sighed, writing something sweet and lightly, dipping her hand into her cheek and grinning with a blush before closing the diary.

She took a bite of her Meh Burger before seeing the Walrus lady’s baby wander after a ball into the street.

She freak out, pressing her hands to her cheeks and raced out, saving the baby by summoning her hammer and catching it up by swinging it gently to lift it up to the flat tip of her hammer and racing away from the one mobile that suddenly zoomed through the streets.

“Hey! Watch it, you crazy kids!” The swindler himself was parking at zooming speeds into Meh Burger with his two bear sidekicks, before Dave the Intern with his messy broom came over to them.

“Hey, we don’t have parking here.” He complained in his usual manner.

“Keep the change.” T.W Barker pulled out some money and let it fall into Dave’s hands, walking by him as the bears growled threateningly in his face and walked on after him.

“Hhhheeyyyy…. This isn’t even real money! It’s monopoly paper!” he held the money out for them but they were already gone, sitting at the table before he placed the newspaper down.

“Now, my good men. There must be something we can think of to get some decent suckers to cough up some greens around here…” He placed the paper down but it rolled over and revealed Amy’s journal.

Without looking, Barker reached for the ‘paper’ but ended up grabbing the book.

“Hmm? What’s this then?” he opened the diary, and his eyes went big with excitement. “Great scotts! A new novel!?”

“RARRRRR.” The bear pointed to a poster of a Grand Slam poetry competition.

“Heheheh… Even better!” The reward looked ‘grand’ enough.

He slammed the book closed and snapped as if applauding. “Alright boys… let’s get us some trouble!”

The bears and Barker went back to the car, not bothering to order as they slammed the doors and rammed into a tree, backing up even farther to roll over the tree and then drive off; such was the sturdy, brute build of their car they drove in.

Amy came back, waving the family off before freaking out. “Where’s my diary, where’s my diary, where, where, where!?!” she looked under the table, flipped it, and then pulled at her hair as she clenched her teeth into a frown and chattered them profusely.

Later, the turtle introduced the poets, and the bears were boo’d off stage.

“No, no, no!!! This won’t do!” Barker scolded them, “What good is the words if you can’t properly pronounce them!? We’ll have to hire a cheap-sake to read these awful lines…” he scratched his chin, before snapping his fingers, “I’ve got it!”

The little, cute pink girl in overalls began to make her way upstage with her hand-written poetry, before the bears surrounded her and Barker put an arm over her shoulder, “Hey, kid! How would you like to sign a bullet-proof contract and win this shindig without so much as thinking about it!”

“Really, mister?” she looked at the paper and started signing, as Barker looked up to his performing bears and snickered.

She walked onto the stage, as the Sonic team were sitting down in the audience.

Tails had some popcorn as Knuckles tried to reach over, but he slapped his hand away.

“Amy, quit stressing! I’m sure Dave will return the book as soon as he finds it.” Sonic tried to lean back and comfort her, but his words only made her stress more as she bit her nails.

“What if he reads it!? What if he threw it in the trash!? At least it’s safe in the trash… oh! But what if I never get it back!? My whole LIFE is in that da-I mean, book!” She shook him before withdrawing to her seat and bringing her legs up, hugging them and rocking in her chair, at- what she thought to be- maximum anxiety.

“Ehem.” Beth cleared her throat and began reading the book.

Why do colors mean so much?

What’s in a color?

For when I look at your blue, there is no such sorrow.

Amy’s head suddenly shot up.

“Oh, this is gonna be good.” Sticks smiled, having folded her arms before now being up on her chair and wagging her tail. “OWWHHHH-HOO!” she howled, liking the first words. “I think this is about aliens. What a smart girl. Everyone knows Aliens aren’t green. Pfft.” she sat back down, but on the edge of her seat.

But then again, there is a underlying anger.

Why is it that when you lay in your hammock,

I’m forced into a panic.

You rest peacefully, dream quietly.

I’m tossing and turning at a future that may never be.

Do you like me?

Is it possible?

All day you fight badniks

But don’t even know I’m calling out your name, Sonic!

Amy’s mouth dropped.

Sonic and the team suddenly fidgeted as everyone in the audience gasped and looked back at Sonic.

They suddenly turned back around to Beth and started snapping.

Amy’s eyes shrunk as she sweated and trembled in her chair, not able to speak.

Why does love’s possibilities haunt me so?

To tell you true would mean denying.

Playing, tortuous sayings.

Why can’t you just accept I like you?

Is dating that much of a scare to you?

To you.

What am I to you?

A never-ending friendship, though I feel so close to you.

Envious of you.

You with eyes for no one, but a heart to show for none.

At least I see a heart that’s pink as roses.

The meaning of my name’s purposes.

Amy felt like she was withering inside, before jumping up and quickly dashing to try and get backstage.

“Ah!” She was blocked off with her hands in front of her by the bears who gripped her from jumping on stage.

“What is this!?” Amy tried to fight them off, but they held her in air.

Barker laughed, stepping out from the shadows and facing her as an obstacle before the stage light…

“So… this journal’s yours, eh?” he smirked, before snapping his fingers.

“Bravo! I dare say, Bravo, Amy Rose! In a couple of seconds, your deepest, darkest fears are going to be realized in front of all the world!” he spread his arms out.

“No!” Amy cried out.

Beth continued,

I hate that you’re love is adventure.

But love that she cares for no man.

I hate that I surrender.

But love that I’m giving you a tender hand.

Love shouldn’t be so restrained.

Take it without a second thought.

Don’t leave me in this rain.

I think you may mock.

I think everyone would talk.

Shut up!

I don’t need any opinions!

Girls should love without someone calling it an obsession!

Yeah, I get withdrawals.

I feel them when you refuse to stay

or say goodnight and hello at every day.

Okay?

Shut up!

I won’t say a word cause I want the sensation.

I want to be around it on every occasion.

The entire team’s mouths were dropped and absolutely motionless.

Tails’s face broke a moment to scrutinize the facts of how a little girl could be writing this.

People were throwing up snaps left and right to agree with her, but he wondered… he looked carefully at the book, then to the side stage where he saw a tail slightly sticking out.

“…Barker?” he then saw to the other side of the same area of the stage the bears being whacked into the bushes, before rushing back to try and contend again.

“Something’s not right…” Tails figured.

“Yeah, I’m starting to think this girl’s in love with Sonic!” Knuckles accused, before Sonic raised a hand and slapped himself out of it.

“What is it, Tails?” he fully ignored and denied the situation happening around him…

“Look!” Tails jumped up, “Amy!”

Amy was now seen fighting off the bears as they advanced on her.

“I’ll get you for this, Barker!”

“HAHAH! I’ve already won-!”

BANG!

He suddenly twitched and fell over.

Sticks had already crawled through the crowd’s chairs from below, and took out her boomerang to knock out Barker.

“Boy, I was so wrong about that girl.” she started, looking back to Amy. “She doesn’t know the first thing about Aliens! Or how to properly read for that manner…”

“Sticks! That book, it’s-!” Amy could barely get a word out before Tails flew in with Knuckles and Sonic, taking out the bears.

“We don’t know what’s going on, but it’s better than listening to this!” Sonic took out one of the bears, and looked back to Amy.

“Quick! Do what you gotta do!”

“Sonic…” her eyes bent back. For the first time, she was grateful for his obliviousness.

He winked.

And then she was afraid he may know again.

He continued back to wrestling the bears, as Barker started waking up but was crushed back to the ground by Amy’s foot.

She raced onto the stage, “Wait!”

She took the book…

“….Umm…”

The crowd coughed, growing silent.

“Miss Amy?” Beth stated, before looking to the mic, and then her.

Amy started to fidget, before flipping through the diary and taking a shaky breath.

….-Regardless of these rantful longings.

I’ll still be following.

Calling out to you.

It’s not wrong to have the feeling that I do.

Sonic suddenly stopped from arm-choking out the bear and let Knuckles take over, looking off to the stage a second.

He kept his face in a tight line, not letting any emotion show through.

He clenched his fists.

I don’t care if it’s shyness.

If you’re simply just clueless.

I don’t know why i love the color blue so much…

Maybe because it’s just….

She looked directly to Sonic.

You.

She turned back to the audience and pulled Beth closer.

“Love doesn’t need to make sense to everybody.” She smiled, and turned to the audience. “Just because you don’t get it… doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”

Suddenly, the crowd rose up snapping.

Tails and Knuckles chased off Barker and his bears, before turning back to smile up at Amy.

When they met up back with her, Tails asked- “Did you ever find that diary you were looking for?”

Amy sucked in a breath, and hid the book.

“O-Oh um…”

The four teammates smiled.

“Seems to still be lost… huh, Amy?” Sticks winked.

“Aww… I thought the book was her’s-OFFPH!” Knuckles was rammed in the elbow by Tails.

“Well, wherever the book is…” Sonic walked forward towards Amy, making her nervous before he put an arm around her shoulders and turned back to the team.

“Whatever’s in it is still in your heart. So you can just write it again somewhere else… privately… this time around.” he looked back to her and smiled.

For a second, she stared at if wondering if he knew…

She didn’t ask.

Later that night, Sonic offered to walk her home.

She had almost forgotten the book was still hiding behind her.

She forgot to check for it when she had to go upstairs a moment to return something of his.

He opened the drawer she had placed it in and just held it in his hands a moment.

He stared down at it…

“…You don’t care… but you do care…. huh?” he made a strange expression… before tossing the book in up and down in his hands as weighing it.

He sighed out a nervous breath and put the book back, lingering a moment before closing it when he heard her coming back down.

“Here you go! Thanks for letting me borrow it.”

“Thanks for embarr-I MEAN- returning it.” he looked a bit nervous, “Um, I better head out, see ya!” he waved and departed.

Getting home on his hammock, he scanned around his home before picking at the floor.

He took a panel of wood off and lifted up some cloth, unwrapping to reveal a journal titled, “SECRETS.”

He opened it and laid back down on his hammock, letting it sway as he pulled out a pen and started writing something.

The words simply stated-

DON’T. BE. SHY.

He closed it and sighed, looking up and letting a leg drape over the side of his swinging bed.

“I hate poetry.” he finally stated, tossing the book back into it’s whole as pages flopped around and tore in the process.

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stitching-in-time · 7 years ago

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After seeing My Fair Lady at the Lyric Opera for the second time Friday night, I’m just one big ball of squee, so I wrote a second excessively gushing squee post because I have lots of feels:

I wanted to see it again as soon as I walked out of the theater the first time round, and miracle of miracles, they have a 50% off sale for closing weekend tickets! There was no way I could pass it up- I just couldn’t live my life happily without getting to see it at least one more time! (The people at Lyric are damn fools for not recording and/or broadcasting this production in some form- I hope they’ve at least filmed it for archival purposes, since it would make me feel better to know that this perfect piece of theatre isn’t going to vanish from the face of the earth after it’s final performance today.)

But anyway, this time round, I bought a seat house left, in the hopes of seeing all the things I missed the first time sitting house right, and I can gleefully say: mission accomplished! For one thing, the actors played directly to the audience much more when their blocking placed them downstage right than when they were downstage left, which, for me sitting in the second row, was quite a thrill, and made it feel like seeing a smaller, more intimate production despite the grand scale of a 3000+ seat opera house. Friday night’s audience was pretty vocal in their enthusiasm, too, and the Ascot scene, which I could see much better this time, was absolutely hilarious. It was funny last week, but Friday’s performance... omg. Everybody in the audience was fucking losing their minds laughing at every single line, and even the actors looked like they were having a hard time keeping it together, but in that way that fires them up and makes them even more on point rather than screwing them up, it was amazing. I’ve stage managed enough shows to know what it looks like when actors and audience are in a groove together and feeding off each other’s energy, and this was one of those times, and it was just electric and SO COOL.

Bryce Pinkham as Freddie really took that energy and ran with it during ‘On the Street Where You Live’ as well. While not my favorite rendition of the song I’ve ever heard, it was certainly very well sung and very funny- he played Freddie very much as a comic relief character, slightly crazy-eyed and with an exagerrated English accent (think of Amy Yasbeck’s in ‘Robin Hood: Men in Tights’ and you’ll get the picture).

One of the things that makes this production so good is the how much it emphasizes the comedy and really pushes it to the forefront- having a principle cast full of experienced comedic actors lightens up what can be a stodgy show when cast with strictly drama actors. But this cast is very strong in both comedy and dramatic roles, so there was a richer variety of emotional colors to explore in the show, and that’s very interesting to watch.

The romance as well is very unapologetically pushed front and center, and it works with this version of Eliza and Higgins. For one thing, they look like a couple. Richard E. Grant doesn’t look as old as he actually is, and I’m guessing Lisa O’Hare is nearly a decade older than Eliza’s age in the text (21), so it they look like, and relate to each other as, two adults, rather than a creepy father/daughter dynamic that you often see in productions of My Fair Lady where they’ve got an 18 year old baby-faced ingenue opposite a white-haired old man who’s probably come out of retirement to play Higgins as a last hurrah. (I’ve seen some promos for the MFL production currently running in Australia- they initially had Alex Jennings opposite baby soprano Anna O’Byrne, and when they danced together, it legit looked like a grandfather dancing with his granddaughter. Ew. Apparently they replaced him with the much younger Charles Edwards rather quickly! lol)

Other things that I love about this show that I need to talk about: Nicholas Le Prevost is a perfect Colonel Pickering. He’s got the whole ‘bumbling but endearing upper class English dude’ act down cold, and had great rapport with Grant and O’Hare. The three of them made a very convincing and sweet little found family. (He got another ‘awww’ from the audience on the line about missing Eliza again!) He and Helen Carey as Mrs. Higgins had a number or wonderfully funny exchanges as well- their comic timing is impeccable and they could have a sitcom all their own.

Things of note: Higgins got zero applause after ‘A Hymn to Him’ the second time I went. Just dead silence, and I could hear a few people around me do the sharp intake of breath like ‘oh no he didn’t’ throughout most of the song. Grant exited pretty quickly at the end of it, maybe knowing people don’t like it, so since Pickering was still out there doing the rest of the scene, no one even attempted awkward courtesy applause- everyone was out of patience for that sexist nonsense, which is actually kind of awesome in a crowd of 3500 people! Though I hope and trust Grant knew it had nothing to do with him! (I played an obnoxious misogynist little boy once, and I even if you know the audience is only disapproving of the character, it still takes some courage to go out there and take the brunt of their dislike, let me tell you.) We did applaud his reprise of the song though, since it was him out there by himself in front of the scrim, and there was no way in hell anyone could let him walk offstage in silence when he’s out there being frigging amazing all night.

One not so enjoyable thing: on second viewing, the scenes with Eliza’s father were dull as dishwater. The guy they cast plays him as drunk and smarmy, so it doesn’t make him very good comic relief when he’s so unlikable. The dancers were very good, so the songs were alright when they were onstage, but by and large it wasn’t any fun to be around Eliza’s drunken neglectful dad who was literally trying to sell her to some strange guy for booze money. (Stanley Holloway in the movie had enough charisma and comedic skill that it somehow never occurred to me that might be what he was doing. But this time it was very clear, ew!) I resume my former feeling that the dad’s scenes are all annoyingly boring filler that get in the way of the main plot.

But back to more good stuff: I *love* the sets and costumes. Getting to see even more of the costumes up close was awesome, and I wish all stage productions would light their sets so warmly and brightly. I hate going to shows where everything is dark and gloomy and you feel like you’re trapped in a dungeon illuminated only by a single chink of light. There may be certain scenes that call for that, but I like being able to see every actor and every costume, prop and detail of the set. It felt more real, and it lets you get lost in the world of the play more completely.

Yet more good stuff: Lisa O’Hare's beautiful voice. The fact that I never even mentioned it the first time round is a testament to how good this production is- it’s just one more superb thing among this show’s embarrassment of riches. I go on about Richard E. Grant because a likable Higgins is much more hard to find than a likable Eliza, but Eliza is by no means an easy role, and O’Hare tops everyone else I’ve ever seen/heard. Yes, including Julie Andrews, who’s obviously a goddess with the most perfect voice known to humanity and all, but even Julie had the trouble of being a little too refined to be entirely believable as Cockney!Eliza. O’Hare feels equally real and at home as Cockney!Eliza or lady!Eliza, and having a better leading man to play off of gives her the opportunity to explore a more complex range of emotions. She’s adorable, scrappy, sassy, goofy, bold, scared, strong, and everything in between and it all feels seamless and natural. (Also- one thing that stood out for me personally was how she sang ‘Without You’. I’ve always been a musical theatre nerd who sings show tunes all the time and fantasizes about playing every leading lady role. When singing ‘Without You’, I’ve always sung the "if they can do without you, ducky, so can I" line in her cockney accent, as an extra little ‘fuck you’ to Higgins for my own amusement- Lisa O’Hare does the same thing in this production!! I love her so much I can’t stand it. Just damn she’s perfection.)

Also, the quartet of opera singers who played Eliza’s cockney buddies sounded absolutely heavenly and I can’t imagine any production where their parts could have been better sung.

But yeah, back to the romance tho- a lot of the blocking had Higgins facing stage right, so I got to see all sorts of facial expressions I couldn’t see last time that just made my little shipper heart want to explode, such as:

1.) I could actually see the dancing during the Embassy ball scene! Woohoo! My heart just melted watching Higgins and Eliza waltzing- Eliza’s barely suppressed excitement! Higgins unabashed enjoyment! They’re so elegant and gorgeous together and it’s such a perfect romantic Cinderella moment. I don’t care if it’s a cliche, it’s awesome.

2.) When Eliza throws a book at Higgins in exasperation during one of their lesson scenes, he’s grinning at her like a goon as he ducks it and exits. Honestly, one of the things that make Grant and O’Hare are so great is that they bring silliness to Higgins and Eliza. They both have so many moments of dorky amusement and goofy grins and it just changes the whole texture of the play. In most productions, when Higgins calls Eliza a squashed cabbage leaf it seems mean, but it was just hilariously funny the way Grant said it- it got a laugh every time, and it came off more whimsical than as a real insult. No one talking about MFL would put ‘goofy’ or ‘silly’ in a character description of Higgins, or even Eliza, but those qualities are the perfect leavening for their otherwise contentious relationship. They’re both total dorks, and it’s the best thing ever.

3.) The entire scene before ‘The Rain in Spain’. When a tired Higgins, Eliza and Pickering are sprawled all over the set, exhausted from a long night of lessons, and Higgins gets up and puts the bag of ice he’d had over his forehead onto Eliza’s head so gently, and then sits down beside her on the desk and gives her a little encouraging speech and touches her cheek as he looks at her face... just fuck me up. It’s so sweet, and his voice and his face are so soft and earnest, and you can see it’s the moment when Eliza falls for him, and I just about died. I used to have a low-key crush on Richard E. Grant, but it’s a high-key crush now. Damn you and your face sir. (I could see this scene perfectly well last time, I just wanted to gush about how great it is!)

4.) At the end of ‘The Rain in Spain’ Higgins hugs Eliza and squeezes her and they both have the cutest little squash-face smiles as they rest their heads against each other. Awwwww!

5.) When Eliza enters in her ball dress, and Higgins’ nose is in a book and he’s pretending not to notice, after he briefly looks up at her and says ‘not bad’ or whatever nonchalant line it was, he looks back down at his book with the hugest grin on his face :D

6.) During the post-ball confrontation, when Eliza says she wants to give back the ring he gave her, he winces and his shoulders slump as though it physically pained him. (Though this time Grant played Higgins as slightly drunk during that scene, and I don’t think it helped. Higgins would be obnoxious and say that stuff even when he’s sober, so it doesn’t make him any more sympathetic to be saying insensitive things and drunk. It’s a really important emotional climax too, so the idea that Higgins isn’t necessarily fully in control of what he’s saying/doing takes away from that scene because the whole conflict of that scene comes from the fact that he does mean all the stuff he’s saying. Definitely preferred the sober Higgins of last week’s performance.) Also, Eliza tearfully trying to find the ring after Higgins throws it back at her, even though she’s so angry at him... gah, why must you twist my heart this way? ;_;

7.) Eliza’s reprise of ‘Wouldn’t It Be Loverly’: the tears in her eyes and the wistfulness giving way to bitterness when she sings the ‘someone’s head resting on my knee’ verse are heartbreaking, because they’re obviously about Higgins. She’s got Freddie mooning after her, but a kind word from Henry would mean more to her than a million love letters from anyone else. She would love him if he’d just show her some love, but he’s a dumbass who can’t put it together. Arg.

8.) During the ‘Without You’ scene, every time Higgins would say something obnoxious to Eliza, he’d look away from her and wince and fidget, as though he’d wanted to say something more heartfelt and felt all this remorse that he couldn’t get out what he intended to say and kept word-vomiting all this flippant crap instead. He so obviously crumbles when she walks out on him- it’s the perfect irony that this man whose entire life is about words can’t come up with the words to tell the woman he loves how he really feels. (Also, Helen Carey as Higgins’ mother is just perfect. All her one-liners were perfectly delivered, and everyone clapped after both her exits in this scene- the girl next to me even shouted ‘yeah girl!’ after one of her lines defending Eliza from her son, lol. Plus, Higgins calls her ‘darling’ twice in this scene- I honestly don’t remember him doing that last time and I just thought it was so funny and kind of sweet. She’s definitely the most sensible character in the whole thing- one wonders how her son turned out the way he did! ) And can we give Grant an award for his face while watching Eliza sing ‘Without You’? The progression of incredulous to insulted to scared to impressed to turned on is just priceless. If this had been filmed, I would’ve learned to make gifs just to make gifs of him in this show- he’s so animated in all his facial expressions and body language, you’d never know he’s 60 years old what with all the restless, manic energy he’s got. (I’m half his age and I’m exhausted just watching him!)

The whole ending was just fantastic. Grant unabashedly plays Higgins love for Eliza- no Mr. Darcy-esque ‘I grudgingly love her in spite of my sense and reason’ pretensions at all. It’s so heart-melting when he finally and properly sings ‘I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face’. The emotion he brings to it makes the fact that he’s not a real singer less important- he was a little off-key at the first performance I saw, and I forgave him, but the second time he was in better voice and sang it very prettily and it was extra sweet and lovely. And then when he goes back to his study without her and starts straight up sobbing... I can’t even describe the level of feels. When he turns on that record player and just curls up in a ball on his desk chair at the sound of her voice, shaking his head when his own voice comes on, as though he knows what an asshole he was and feels badly for how he treated her and wishes he could take it all back... ;_; He almost made me cry, except that I knew what was going to happen next! When Eliza walks in the door and sees Higgins curled up with head in hands sobbing over her, you can see the moment the realization hits her that he really loves her, and it’s just so perfect. And when she turned off the recording, and he heard her voice and looked up in disbelief, he said her name in such a small, hopeful voice it could melt a heart of stone, and when he asked ‘where the devil are my slippers?’, there wasn’t triumph or complacency in his voice, but relief and gratitude; and then, the best part: he turns around and looks at her. Their eyes are locked on each other and they’re smiling radiantly and they’re both so happy because each finally knows that the other loves them. Oh. My. God. I’m officially dead. This show has killed me. I’m in a glass case of emotion. And of course the little ending where it’s clear they’re gonna stay together for good is made of win. (Though last time I was sitting pretty much directly underneath where Eliza sits on Higgins desk, and while from that angle it looked like she had a notepad and pen in her hand, this time I could see that it was actually a box of chocolates and a piece of chocolate lol. Not as revolutionary, but still sweet considering Eliza dreamed about a life where she would eat lots of chocolate and live with someone who loves her, which now she has! Awww!) Also, the first time I saw it, Grant threw his arms up in an exultant gesture when he sat down at the desk with Eliza as the lights went down, and I thought it made the perfect little exclamation point for the end of the scene and the show. He must have just ad-libbed it at that particular performance, since he didn’t do it at the second performance I saw. That was a little disappointing- I thought it made the ending really sing, and he should have kept it in there! But the rest of the show was so good that it’s a minor quibble.

So anyway, I’m stupidly and ridiculously in love with this production. It’s far and away the best, most enchanting, magical thing I’ve ever seen on stage, and the most delightful way I’ve ever spent time and money. This is now tied with Sir Percy Blakeney for my favorite performance from Richard E. Grant. The fact that I’ll never get to see him play Higgins again makes me so sad! But at least now I have even more memories of this wonderful show. <3

#literally just me freaking out #i'm such higgins/eliza trash now #help i love this production so much #the actual best thing i've ever seen on stage

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