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cloudyangcls · 10 months

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CHARACTER MASTERLIST

( * ) denotes a character that is heavily verse dependent. these characters tend to have multiple faces or careers and i just pick which version of them i think fits the plot we're writing.

clementine ryu. jennie kim cis woman. she/her. 28. bisexual. actress ( lana condor career claim )

jam zamora. coco jones. cis woman. she/her. 28. bisexual. aspiring broadway actress / traveling hair stylist

saiyr zamora. samantha logan. nonbinary. she/they. 27. bisexual. astrologer.

aries zamora. ryan destiny. cis woman. she/her. 29. lesbian. hair dresser.

hunter zamora. zendaya coleman. demigirl. they/she. 25. bisexual. cashier.

* julien zamora. kofi siriboe. cis man. he/him. 29. bisexual. florist or soul searching read: unemployed .

micah zamora. keith powers. cis man. he/him. 31. straight. owner of a landscaping / gardening business

* kenzo zamora. jonathan daviss / lakeith stanfield. cis man. he/him. bisexual. 26 or 30. cartoonist / any job that'll make him a buck

* quest james. michael b jordan. cis man. he/him. straight. 33. boxer or pediatrician .

auggie grey. charles melton. cis man. he/him. bisexual. 30. energy engineer / trust fund kid.

orion grey. tom blyth. cis man. he/him. bisexual. 29. video game developer / trust fund kid .

grey williams. thomas doherty. cis man. he/him. bisexual. 27. "starving" artist / trust fund kid .

* primrose bennett . jisoo. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. 28. manager @ hot topic or a thief .

* rico bennett . kadijah red thunder. demigirl. all pronouns are fine but prefers just rico. 28. queer. career varies widely based on verse.

bennie bennett. madelyn cline. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. 27. event coordinator @ a non profit.

* beau bennett. alex fitzalan. cis man. he/him. bicurious. 29. owner of a bbq food truck or a captain in the air force.

* becca bennett. rachelle vinberg. cis woman. she/her. lesbian. 27. car thief or mechanic .

kaiden st. james. tom holland. cis man. he/him. queer. 25. struggling former child star ( dylan o'brien career claim )

angel rossillo. cierra ramirez. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. 28. trust fund kid ( got cut off ) turned waitress .

dexter lloyd. chace crawford. cis man. he/him. bisexual. 38. actor .

guppy gallo . jeremy allen white . cis man . he/him. heteroflexible. 32 . chef / sommelier

noah shredder. kristine froseth. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. 27. marine biologist / shark conservationist.

* drew shredder. zoey deutch. cis woman. she/her. lesbian. 28. surfer or surf instructor or mechanic .

* bodie shredder. barbara palvin or jenna coleman. cis woman. she/her. bicurious. 30 or 38. stunt double.

* aza shredder. kiana maderia. cis woman. she/her. bisexual. 27. street racer or car thief or mechanic.

* jovie du bois . cindy kimberly or maia reficco. demigirl. she/they. bisexual. 27. grifter or art and documents forager or waitress

** hex paul. mia goth. demi girl. they/she. lesbian. 27. engineer / scientist / weapons maker.

( ** ) i generally only play hex in dark verses. think zombies, murder, horror, apocalyptic, vibes. it's possible she can be moved to other verses but i usually don't have much inspo for her in those settings.

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halfrican-heat · 2 years

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This Way (Ain't Shit Series)

SUMMARY: Amalia gets to the real reason behind Ransom's sudden visit.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Black!OC; Ransom Drysdale x Amalia Wright

Warnings: Cursing, Dysfunctional Family Dynamics, Depictions of Fainting, Single Mom OC, Slightly!OC Ransom, Emotionally Stunted Individuals, Romantic Tension, Extremely Slow Burn, Angst; WC: 2134

A/N: Hey y'all. It has been over a month since the last update, so I really hope y'all are still interested! I started college so I have been trying to get situated here. Chapter two didn't do super well, but I chalked that up to a lack of Ransom (lol). Still, the responses I got were great! So please keep reading and sharing your thoughts. As always, enjoy!

Song Inspo: This Way - Khalid x H.E.R.

Masterlist / PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Amalia!”

My eyes flutter open and it takes a moment for me to focus. My vision is blurred and my head swirls lazily. The slow pulsing of my forehead has me momentarily dazed. When my eyes finally lock on Ransom’s striking blues, I find his eyes filled with worry. Little strands of hair escape his slick, upkept style. The throbbing in my head intensifies as I struggle to sit up.

“Hey, hey. Take it easy. You passed out for a minute there.”

Ransom stops me from moving too quickly, gently helping me up. I slowly swing my legs off the couch, holding my head in my hands. He places a hand on my back hesitantly, rubbing in small circles. I press the heels of my hands into my eyes, hoping to stop the pulsating of my skull. I barely notice as he rises from the couch, returning with an opened bottle of water. He hands it to me wordlessly. When I’ve drained half the bottle, I hold it out to him. He takes it, setting it on the coffee table in front of us.

I notice pillows and papers scattered on the floor along with Shiloh’s toys.

“What happened here,” I ask, gesturing toward the mess on the floor.

“They were in the way,” He replies simply.

I sigh, leaning back against the sofa.

For a while, I trace nonexistent patterns into the ceiling before sliding my eyes back to Ransom. He observes me pensively. I bite my lower lip, pulling at the dried skin. He looks away, resting his head in his hands. There’s a slight tremor in his knee as he bounces it. His breath is quicker than usual.

I exhale heavily through my nose. He looks back at me, hands clasped in front of him. Ransom arches an eyebrow, waiting for me to speak. I purse my lips.

“I really passed out?”

He nods.

“How long was I out?”

“A couple minutes or so. Felt like fucking forever though.”

I nod at his words, training my eyes back on the ceiling. I trace a few more patterns.

“How dramatic of me.”

I look back to Ransom just as an unreadable expression crosses his features. I worry, for a moment, that I’ve upset him. But suddenly he bursts out laughing. Loud, hysterical laughter that has him throwing his head back. One hand slaps his chest and the other claps my shoulder. The hand on my shoulder, however, retreats as quickly as it comes and rests atop the other on his chest. He doubles over, his voice becoming hoarse from his manic laughter.

I can’t help the way my lips curve slightly, enjoying his amusement. I’ve always loved Ransom’s laugh. The way he puts his entire being into it to express his joy reminds me of how infrequently he feels this way. Laughter like this is rare from him, but far more frequent when we’re alone. Longing fills my bones as I observe his full-body laughter. The moment feels familiar. As if I told one of our inside jokes and he’s now losing it over how hilarious and chaotic we are. But this is different. The circumstances have changed.

Discomfort rises in me as I avert my eyes. Ransom’s elbows rest on his knees. He covers his face with his hands, chuckling occasionally, before sniffing and running a hand over his face. A fist to his mouth hides the smile that still lingers. Then he looks at me, resting his cheek against his fist.

“Leave it to you to make a joke at a time like this,” He says, laughing again.

His laugh is softer this time, a gentle rumble at the back of his throat. I don’t respond but that doesn’t phase him. He presses on.

“That’s always been my favorite thing about you, Mala.”

My cheeks burn. Mala. A rush of desire burns through me as it rolls off his tongue. He says it so fondly, with such ease. As if he’d only been gone for one night and things were still the same between us. But they aren’t the same. They will never be the same. I look away and cross my arms tightly across my chest, heated desire fizzling into irritation.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore. Don’t make this personal.”

“We’ve passed personal, babe,” He scoffs. “Literally. Need I remind you how you fell into my arms?”

I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means you still trust me. At least a little.”

Our eyes clash as his words hang between us. I feel bare, naked under his scrutiny. Warmth filters into his gaze, softening as he observes me. His eyes drop to my lips almost imperceptibly. The caress of his gaze blazes through me, a heated path left in the wake of his roaming stare. I find myself leaning in, watching him with baited breath as his eyes finally return to mine.

It’s when he leans forward that I snap back into myself.

Shaking my head, I stand abruptly. My head swirls as I try to balance myself. I feel off-kilter but I can’t tell if it’s my headache or him. Maybe both. I press my fingers into my temple, massaging them in slow circles. Ransom’s hand comes to rest on my back.

“Careful,” He says. “No need to rush.”

With my millionth eye roll of the evening, I remove myself from his touch and reach for my water. Quickly, Ransom grabs it before I can and holds it out to me. My eyes flit between him and the bottle. Turning on my heel, I head to the kitchen for a new one and ignore the exasperated sigh he lets out.

“You’re so damned stubborn, Amalia.”

“Deal with it,” I shoot back.

“Yeah, I’ve been dealing with it,” He mutters.

I pause, turning to glare at him.

“Wanna say that a little louder, asshole?”

He clicks his teeth, running a hand over his face.

“I’m just saying that a little help wouldn’t kill you.”

“Ha! And how can you help me?”

“There’s no harm in letting me be there for you. This has gone on long enough.”

I know what he means. I know what he wants but I won’t have it. I won’t give him what he wants. A vile, nasty urge wells up inside of me. It rears its ugly head and rises like a lion ready to feast. I narrow my eyes at him, my lip curling slightly. My fists ball at my sides as I take a deep breath to calm myself. Still, the rage demands my attention.

“My sister will be here soon,” I say, my tone biting. “I don’t need you.”

“Mala--”

“Don’t fucking call me that again.”

Ransom sighs heavily and rests a hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t want to argue with you.”

“Oh, but I sure as hell want to argue with you! Don’t play the bigger person and stop this now!”

“Someone fucking has to! I haven't held my son in two years,” he yells. “Two years!”

“It didn’t seem to bother you before now!”

Then, I pause. Ransom continues, his words falling on deaf ears.

“Of course it did--”

His words jumble together in my mind, forming a mishmash of meaningless sentiments. He hasn’t seen his son. His relationship with his grandfather was ruined. He hasn’t spoken to me properly for two years. He can’t go on like this. He wants us back in his life. The words spiral around me.

His son. Can’t go on. Two years. His grandfather.

His grandfather.

Then, it all clicks into place.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

“I get it now. That’s what you’re here for.”

Ransom scowls in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Archie left half of his estate to me. Who got the other half?”

His jaw clenches as he looks away from me.

It feels as though a rug has been pulled out from under me. I should have expected this. I should have fuckin’ known better. But like an idiot I wanted to believe that this time could be different. But all Ransom has ever cared about is Ransom so why would this sudden occurrence be any different?

Still, it pisses me the fuck off.

“Your granddaddy cut you out of the will and now you want to run back to the baby mama, right?”

I throw my words like daggers, cutting deeper with each syllable. I aim to draw blood with my words. Ransom drops his placating stance, throwing his arms in frustration.

“He cut me off a long time ago, dammit! This isn’t about that.”

“I don’t care what it’s about. I don’t want shit to do with whatever the hell you and your crazy ass family got going on.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t mind messing with my crazy ass family as long as Archie was helping you out.”

The words sting like a slap in the face. They fall between us, heavy and full of malice. My ears ring as though I have truly been struck. A flicker of shock crosses Ransom’s face but it's immediately hidden behind an indifferent facade. My laugh is quiet and jaded as I wrap my arms around myself, nodding slightly.

“There he is,” I say quietly. “There’s the Ransom I know.”

Ransom’s body is stone-like as his eyes roam around in an effort to avoid mine. His jaw clenches so tightly that his teeth are in danger of cracking. The way he shifts his weight awkwardly tells me all I need to know as he stews in his poorly hidden guilt. Ransom was deadass wrong for that and he knows it. I give Ransom another moment. Another chance to somehow save his ass. Ransom glances at me momentarily, taking in my piercing stare, before crossing his arms petulantly and turning away from me.

Nodding again, I cross to the front door. My shoulder brushes his as I pass by and I ignore the ripples that surge through my nerves at the sensation. Different emotions rise inside of me but I stomp them down as quickly as they emerge. Still, despite myself, I feel my eyes welling with tears. I pull the door open--

--And stop short as I find Stephania standing there prepared to knock.

Shiloh sleeps soundly in her arms. I glance over my shoulder quickly, hoping Ransom hasn’t noticed. But, of course, he has. He approaches the door swiftly, only freezing in his tracks when I step between him and the front door. A myriad of emotions cross his features, astonishment being the most prominent.

Steph looks between the two of us, a similar look of bewilderment in her eyes. Wordlessly, she turns around and retreats to her car.

I step aside, avoiding Ransom’s eyes, and gesture to the open door.

“Go.”

“You can’t possibly want me to leave now,” He says incredulously. At my silence, he presses further. “Amalia, don’t be fucking ridiculous!”

“I won’t let you drag him into this. We’re done here.”

Stealing a glance at him, I look up just in time to watch his eyes grow cold. His face is hard as he glares down at me. I stand my ground against him, refusing to falter. The corner of his lips lifts into a cruel smirk. He scoffs quietly.

“Yeah? Well, I’m not done with you. This is far from over.”

He snatches his shoes from by the door, not bothering to put them on as he shoves past me. In a blink, he’s gone. I vaguely register the sound of his car rumbling down the road as Steph comes back with Shiloh. Her eyes are wide as she stands in the threshold, looking in the direction Ransom drove off in. She looks back at me.

“So…what the hell did he want?”

She peeks into the living room with wide eyes.

“Better yet, what the hell happened here?”

I take Shiloh from her, inhaling his sweet baby scent. I look at the living room behind me, taking in the mess of pillows and scattered paperwork. The mess taunts me, serving as a glaring reminder of his presence here. But when my eyes land on the stuffed bear he carelessly tossed aside earlier, I can’t help the pride that swells up in my chest. My baby shifts in my arms, babbling sleepily, and my joy expands infinitely.

Shiloh is still here. Shiloh is still mine.

I give my sister a tired smile and slight shrug.

“Nothing.”

Quietly, I turn around and head down the hallway leaving her there slack jawed. Moments later, I hear the front door slam and I know Steph is hot on my heels.

“Uhm, bitch! I know you fuckin’ lyin’!”

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jaedore · 3 years

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[17:34]

→ pairing: jaehyun x reader

→ genre: time travel, angst? romance?

→ warnings: none

a/n: this was inspired by a tik tok awhile ago! I can’t find the account and it’s too far deep in my history of likes soooo yeah I’m not gonna look, but this is where the inspo came from!

→ word count: 574

Peering outside, the rain pattered hard against the bookstore window. A low howl shuttered throughout the tiny store, the small hum of thunder murmuring from the lightning that skimmed through the sky. You’ve spent the majority of the day lazing away; opening books that piqued your interest, only reading a little to halfway, and then setting them back on the shelf to pick another. It was an unending cycle, but one you loved on Sundays. The smell of leather books and felt paper, history, and worlds set on ink and paper. It was a great escape.

You pull yourself from the comfortable chair you molded yourself in for the past two hours and stretch the stiffness from your limbs. The dull tap of your stunted heel boots echoed through the aisle you chose to walk. Your fingers skimmed across leather and hardcover books as your eyes grazed across titles and authors, but none of them caught your eye. You hated being in a reading slump, but you always knew a good book that would bring you out of one. It was in the next aisle so it wasn’t too far. After a few steps, your eyes narrowed when you realized it wasn't sitting in its rightful place.

It’s always here…your lips pursed.

You doubled check the nearby books in case it was misplaced or the new employee accidentally put them in its wrongful spot…but nothing. You hummed, clearly displeased because now you have to actually search for a book that interested you.

Suddenly, a low voice speaks from behind you, “I believe you’re looking for this.”

You turn to see a tall, handsome male smiling down at you, dimples piercing through soft cheeks. Hair sat delicately on his head, fluffy like he didn’t bother to comb it and only used his fingers to do so. In his hand, he holds a book…the book you were looking for.

“Y-you–how did you know?” You stuttered in shock.

The handsome man smirked back at you with a shrug, “Lucky guess,” a hint of curiosity hid in his response.

For some reason, you felt like it was more than that but you didn’t question it because he was incredibly handsome and he held the book you were looking for. He slightly nudged it towards you and with a smile, you grabbed it from him. His smirk became a knowing smile, the familiarity curling in the corners of his lips.

“Thank you,” you peered up to him again, the softness in his eyes melting you.

Seconds passed by without him responding, he only seemed to be looking at you so you rose an eyebrow, “Is there something else I can help you with?”

His smile only grew, a tiny chuckle escaping his lips, “No, I just wanted to–um, never mind, I’m okay. Thank you, have a nice day,” he said turning to leave.

It’s pouring out and he doesn’t look like he has an umbrella or anything to protect him in that matter. Before he made it out the door, you asked him, “Wait–” he turned, his eyes widened, “Do I know you?”

The handsome man closed his eyes, those dimples appearing again as he shook his head, “No," he answered to you walking out, “not yet, but you will,” he whispered to himself, rain soaking his entire being.

Little did you know, it was Jaehyun, your lover all along, turning back time to see your smile just once more.

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wh6res · 4 years

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spectator | jeno

"don't cry, little dove. i'm not even done yet." — ljn

TW mafia au, blood, violence, mentions of prostitution and brothels, mentions of past torture, extreme power imbalance, dumbification, they used a tranquilizer

A/N first half is told in renjun's pov also this is for dino anon hehe thank u for the inspo babes!!

DISC i don't condone anything. this isn't love.

WC 1.4k

renjun was fairly new to the mafia but it didn't take him long to realize the outrageous things they considered are the norms here. one of the first things he noticed is a cute little bunny dressed in scraps that always seemed to tail jeno wherever he went. jeno was his superior, albeit they were the same age, so it sucked that renjun had to use honorifics.

oftentimes he ignores you when jeno stands before him giving orders, or when they pass by each other in the hallways and stop to exchange pleasantries.

as renjun quickly climbed the ranks thanks to his agility and cunning mind, you, unfortunately, remained in the same position—always sitting by jeno's feet like a puppy, a body, a plaything, a whore. there were rumors that the boss gave his executives a chance to pick from the litters before they're shipped off to brothels, kind of like peace offerings in exchange for their compliance.

people said the stoic, muscular young man never really indulged himself in such temporary matters. until probably two years ago, until jeno first laid his eyes on you and decided then and there you were too pretty to become a random whore in the chain of brothels the mafia owned. the petite boy believes maybe it's a disguised blessing on your part, at least you'd only have to deal with one man every night, right?

renjun can only look at you from afar, keeping in mind not to stare too openly nor too intrusively that your owner notices. he's seen the bruises. the purple and black patches of your skin and renjun never gets used to it. his stomach turning at the idea of jeno deliberately marking your skin where the oversized shirt you wear won't be able to cover. the chinese immigrant would be stupid not to notice what that meant—it's jeno's clear sign of dominance, of the severe power imbalance, and not a single man in this building can stop him from doing whatever he wants to you.

renjun managed to piece things together thanks to his naturally observant nature. jeno never punished you for what you did, he punished you because he knows he can't touch his subordinates for something measly such as bumping or staring at his whore. the young mafia executive decides to take it out on you instead, albeit the flawed logic and unfairness of it all—proof that every person in this criminal organization is fucked up in the head.

despite jeno's maltreatment, renjun never heard a single complaint from you nor can he detect a feeling of rebellion out of you. you were so eerily compliant that the chinese can't help but think of what other horrible means jeno did for you to become so broken. renjun tried thinking about it, once, but never again. he can be cruel if he wants to be, but not without purpose. not because he gets a kick out of seeing a face twisted in terror. he wasn't like jeno, who smiled and laghed after blowing someone's brain up in the mafia's torture rooms.

this is why jeno is the only man fit for the job, the reason he became an executive at such a young age—there's no man he can't break for information. renjun doesn't know what jeno does to the poor people in the torture rooms but the piercing screams are enough to decide never to go against his superior.

renjun never thought he'll live the day to hear your screams coming from one of those rooms.

"what?" he does a double-take, eyes wide and unbelieving. "what do you mean she's in there? that's her, right now?"

haechan shrugs, wincing when he hears another scream coming from inside the room. he'll never know why these rooms aren't soundproof, maybe it was a way for jeno to keep his subordinates in line—"hear that? just be grateful that's not you."—you wouldn't want to cross a man who has no moral compass. "yeah. i heard she tried to escape."

renjun doesn't like the cool, amused smirk on haechan's face as he leaned back against the door, looking like everything is okay when it's not. "heard she got like… what, ten feet? give or take—yeah, i think ten feet out the door before jaemin's men tranqed her so much she would have slept for a week."

it was easy for renjun to detach himself, disregard his own set of beliefs and sweep them all under the pretense of "it's just work, nothing personal" but with you, it felt different. he knows you. well, knows of you. it's different, personal even, when he can match a face to those gruesome, ear-shattering screams that wracked through his bones.

he wanted to help you.

renjun wanted to help you.

but no, he didn't want to get shot in the head for insubordination.

jeno manually props you against the wall, cringing at the trail of blood that stains the tiles and pools underneath you. your shirt—rather, jeno's—was soaked through with the crimson liquid, your hair sticking to the side of your head. it feels like you were burning from the inside with every breath you take.

maybe months, years, of compliance made you forgetful. after all, jeno is a man of his word, through and through. he can only threaten you so much until he snaps. maybe he deemed the swift punishments and his harsh words insufficient. but who were you kidding? with the stunt you pulled… fuck, why did you even think of making a run for it? you should've known you won't even make it across the street! stupid. stupid. stupid.

you swore never to make him angry enough to bring you back down here in the torture chambers—this is his domain, and you shivered in fear with every fleeting thought you have about what he does behind those cement walls.

the first time jeno took you down here had been granted by the boss himself (see, the man running the mafia has favorites). jeno's men held you by the arms and made you watch as he killed a poor guy with his bare hands. slowly, excruciatingly, bleeding out because of the wounds jeno inflicted with his fists alone.

the second time was because of your first escape attempt. ah, you had been so energetic back then. always talking back, snarling and cursing him out. after that second time, you've become more compliant and have thoroughly embodied whatever sick fantasy jeno had of you. his broken doll, unseeing, unthinking, who breathes and lives only because he wanted her to.

you've heard him countless times say how much he missed that energetic personality you had. but only because you knew at least then he'd think the cruel punishments are justified.

oftentimes, he'll say it when you two are alone, in his room at headquarters, too disgustingly intimate like lovers and not a whore and her owner. his cold lips leavees a sweet trail on your neck, blood-stained hands soiling your skin underneath the dirty shirt, before finally slotting himself next to you as the cot creaks with the extra weight. he reeked of sweat and metallic and his eyes hazy from that post-bloodlust high.

jeno's boots squelch when he steps closer. never crouching, he wanted you to feel that severe power imbalance between the two of you.

"i won't ask you to apologize. not when i know you don't mean it."

you don't bother to reply. not because you don't want to but because you can't, voice utterly hoarse and scratchy from screaming while jeno breaks and tears you down as if he doesn't whisper the words i love you at night. you're his lover only when he needs you to be. sad, that he rarely felt the need of a lover and more so needed a cunny to fuck.

finally, he crouches. slow and never breaking eye contact. he raises a hand to push a strand of hair away from your face probably. you flinch. he doesn't care. "jeno, please don't touch me." but he touches you anyway.

you feel the callouses in his palms as he caresses your face. the calm before the storm. the deep inhale before the plunge. jeno grabs your chin and tilts your head up, a serene smile ghosting his lips. he looked at peace. satisfied. and you have never been more scared of him than you ever did in the last four years.

"don't cry, little dove. i'm not even done yet."

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jancys-blue-bayou · 6 years

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Any idea as to what could be the positive development in Jancy’s relationship in episode 6 of s3? Obviously there’s got to be one this time around too. At first I thought it’d be their first I-love-you’s, but now with the theory about the Byers moving away, I think it could be something bigger and related to that (in a positive way).

I mean it’s not obvious lmao just because ep6 of s1 and s2 was epic for Jancy doesn’t mean it has to be in s3 too, they’re not structuring the season around that I think, but yes they could keep up the tradition. I mean could be I love you’s, I think either them saying it for the first time will happen during the season, or they’ve already said it for the first time in the gap between seasons and so just say it all the time lmao. I think I’d actually would prefer the latter. And idk about the moving thing seems Jancy surely is occupied with other things during the season. But for what could happen in ep 6, lets look at the episode titles:

1 - Suzie, Do You Copy?

2 - The Mall Rats

3 - The Case of the Missing Life Guard

4 - The Sauna Test

5 - The Source

6 - The Birthday

7 - The Bite

8 - The Battle of Starcourt

Ep 1 and 2 will set up the season and kick the plot into gear. Theeeeen it gets really interesting. Ep 2 def has a double meaning of both the kids being “mall rats” and the actual rats. I wonder how the rats will figure, to me the first association is plague, infections, disease spreading which uh yeah, ties in to stuff… I wonder who the fuck Suzie in ep 1 is. Ep 3 obviously sounds like it has to do with Heather’s disappearance and the mystery around it I think is something Jancy gets involved in as they over the season investigate… something. Ep4 The Sauna Test makes me think of The Thing, a source of inspo for s3, there’s a famous scene in the movie where they using a hot wire tests blood samples to see who’s infected by the virus. I def think Jancy are the ones who first are onto that there’s a virus spreading and maybe it reacts to heat in some way which they discover and test (sauna -> the pool where a lot of shit goes down). Then Ep 5 The Source ofc sounds like to do with the virus too. Ep6 The Birthday I think has a double meaning, I think it’ll definitely be 4th July ie USAs birthday in this episode and then maybe some character’s birthday too or whatever. Ep 7 The Bite uh also makes me think of the virus spreading ofc and then ep 8 is self explanatory.

So what’s interesting to me is that I think you can see a clear connection between in the titles of ep 2, 3, 4, 5 and 7 AT LEAST to be connected and it looks to me Jancy is very involved in the plotlines I think it references. I think they start their investigation early in the season then in the middle shit hits the fan and they link up with the kids who’s been doing their own thing and they work together. But it’s hard to tell what from the trailer could be from which episode, except that the Mayor with the 4th July celebration and carnival thing is ep 6 The Birthday, but we don’t know what Jancy is doing then, are the hospital scenes in ep 6? Or before? I think their around there. Think at least ep 7-8 is mostly based in the mall. You can try to map out some sort of timeline by the outfits, Nancy in the pink shirt and Jonathan in the brown shirt is at Bradley’s Big Buy with the kids getting supplies we know from BTS pics, and they’re still in those outfits at the mall then. Before that in the trailer we see Nancy in the purple dress and Jonathan in shirt and tie at the Hawkins Post then Nancy still in the dress but Jonathan in casual clothes when they’re with the kids in the house and when Jancy is in the hospital, and BTS pics showed them filming scenes outside with the kids in those outfits too. I think they’re in those clothes somewhere in the middle of the season when they link up with the kids and go to the hospital.

According to IMDb the person who works as stunt double for both Natalia and Millie is working in ep 5 and 6, but we don’t know if it means a stunt involving El or involving Nancy. She’s also listed in ep 7 but then only as Millie’s stunt double idk if that’s an oversight by IMDb or what. Ep 7 is also when Charlie has a stunt double. And I think the scenes of Jancy as well as Jake Busey in the hospital is from ep 5 because Bruce looks to be uh VERY infected in that shot and it’s Busey’s last episode, he stopped filming after and isn’t listed in subsequent episodes. So obviously some serious shit goes down in the hospital, in ep 5 to my belief then. So then ep 6 I don’t know, may very well (most likely even) be so that we didn’t see any Jancy ep 6 scenes in the trailer maybe because of their hugeness…

#stranger things 3 #stranger things 3 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #spoilers #stranger things theories #stranger things 3 speculation #jancy #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stranger things

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clowdydrecms · 4 years

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hi all! this is a list of all of my muses specifically to make mobile navigation a little easier for you. bold names are the ones with a pretty complete backstory & headcanons, italicized are a step down with mostly a shaky backstory & any with an asterisk ( * ) are a work in progress! oh and all with their fc crossed out are in main verse ships so not open to others.

micah zamora ( keith powers ) 25-28 yrs old, heterosexual, landscape designer / architect. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

julian zamora ( kofi siriboe ) 24-27 yrs old, bisexual, florist / unemployed , verse dependent. inspo tag. wanted plots.

kenzo zamora ( jonathan daviss ) 23-26 yrs old, heterosexual, uber driver / aspiring cartoonist. inspo tag. wanted plots.

dionne boodram ( leigh anne pinnock ) 23-26 yrs old, heterosexual, uber driver / aspiring cartoonist. inspo tag. wanted plots.

makeba zamora ( kehlani ) 23-26 yrs old, heterosexual, uber driver / aspiring cartoonist. inspo tag. wanted plots.

jupiter zamora ( china anne mcclain ) 20-23 yrs old, bisexual, college student. inspo tag. wanted plots.

bambi zamora ( rachel hilson ) 24-25 yrs old, bisexual, baker / owner of a bakery. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

aries zamora ( ryan destiny ) 23-26 yrs old, lesbian, hair stylist. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

jordie zamora ( kiana lede ) 22-25 yrs old, bisexual, violinist / DJ. inspo tag. wanted plots.

hunter zamora ( zendaya ) 21-24 yrs old, bisexual, temp worker / medium. inspo tag. wanted plots.

jamila ‘jam’ zamora ( alisha boe ) 21-24 yrs old, bisexual, aspiring actress. inspo tag. wanted plots.

sarah jane anderson ( lana condor ) 24-26 yrs old, bisexual, advice columnist / journalist verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

noah ‘baby’ shredder ( kristine froseth ) 22-25 yrs old, bisexual (closeted), marine biologist / student verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

drew shredder ( alexis ren ) 25-27 yrs old, lesbian, professional surfer / mechanical engineer verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

turbo shredder ( barbara palvin / jenna coleman ) 28-33 yrs old, heterosexual, stunt double / mechanic verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots.

azariah shredder ( kiana madeira ) 21-25 yrs old, heterosexual, car thief / street racer verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots.

augustus ‘auggie’ grey ( charles melton ) 25-28 yrs old, heterosexual, energy engineer. inspo tag. wanted plots.

grey williams ( thomas doherty ) 24-27 yrs old, bisexual, potter / etsy seller. inspo tag. wanted plots.

orion grey ( noah centineo ) 24-27 yrs old, heterosexual, video game developer. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

kwon jett ( kim jongin ) 27-32 yrs old, heterosexual, co-owner of kwon diamonds / jewelry designer. inspo tag. wanted plots.

kwon moon-soo ( bae suzy/im jinah ) 26-30 yrs old, bisexual, luxury wedding planner. inspo tag. wanted plots.

kwon pepper ( im nayeon ) 22-25 yrs old, bisexual, co-owner of kwon diamonds / jewelry designer. inspo tag. wanted plots.

sahar khan ( mishti rahman ) 24-25 yrs old, bisexaul, astrologer / youtuber. inspo tag. wanted plots.

adhira khan ( mishti rahman ) 24-25 yrs old, heterosexual, bollywood actress. inspo tag. wanted plots.

matilda pinzon-du haven ( naressa valdez ) 24-26 yrs old, bisexual, singer ( jessie reyez vc ). inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

zahkari du haven ( charles michael davis ) 28-33 yrs old, heterosexual, producer ( kaytrana vc ). inspo tag. wanted plots.

jovie du pont ( cindy kimberly ) 21-24 yrs old, bisexual, grifter / sugar baby. inspo tag. wanted plots.

beau bennett ( alex fitzalan ) 21-25 yrs old, heterosexual, soldier / owner of a food truck verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots.

bennie bennett ( madelyn cline ) 23-26 yrs old, bisexual (closeted), event organizer at a non profit. inspo tag. wanted plots.

rhiannon ‘rico’ bennett ( khadijha red thunder ) 23-25 yrs old, pansexual, singer / youtuber / college student / unemployed. job is verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

primrose bennett * ( adeline rudolph ) 24-27 yrs old, bisexual, manager at hot topic. inspo tag. wanted plots.

roman waters * ( jordan fisher ) 24 - 25 yrs old, heterosexual, wedding photographer. inspo tag. wanted plots.

quest ali ( michael b jordan ) 25 - 29 yrs old, heterosexual, doctor. inspo tag. wanted plots.

winnie slater * ( haley lu richardson ) 24 - 27 yrs old, bisexual, children's book writer. inspo tag. wanted plots.

georgia avara ( camila mendes ) 25 - 27 yrs old, bisexual, grifter. inspo tag. wanted plots.

sojourner avara ( sofia carson ) 24-26 yrs old, bisexual, gallerist / socialite / singer ( dua lipa vc ) verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots. stats / bio.

princess sanderson ( dove cameron ) 24-26 yrs old, bisexual, drug dealer / professional dominatrix / owner of a brothel. verse dependant. inspo tag. wanted plots.

hendrix zardari ( zayn malik ) 24-26 yrs old, heterosexual, rapper ( russ vc ). inspo tag. wanted plots.

phor norwood ( luka sabbat ) 24-26 yrs old, heterosexual, tattoo artist. inspo tag. wanted plots.

#this is just a reference post pls ignore #muse.

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independentstudyfeher-blog · 6 years

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SOURCE ANALYSIS II

SUCCESSFUL SOCIAL MARKETING CAMPAIGNS

1. KFC

Campaign description: KFC is known for its fried chicken secret recipe. Supposedly, the recipe includes “11 herbs and spices.” Towards the end of 2017, Twitter users everywhere started tweeting about the realization that KFC follows 11 people on Twitter: the five Spice Girls, as well as 6 guys named Herb.

Why it was successful: One of the keys to success in social media marketing is authenticity. The fact that KFC didn’t broadcast their clever joke actually makes it more successful, because it’s on-brand and seemingly-genuine, since they didn’t publicize it. When normal people began tweeting about it, the company got a whole lot of free advertising.

2. #REALSTAGRAM

Campaign description: Instagram influencer Kaitlyn Bristowe "wanted to show young people that the images and the airbrushed campaigns on Instagram were not reality, and that ‘being beautiful’ meant being yourself.” So instead of posting typical, edited, filtered photos of herself to Instagram, she took a few breaks to post #realstagrams — pictures of her with no makeup on, pictures lacking the filters and edits people are so accustomed to seeing today.

Why it was successful: Since so many people use social influencers as #inspo (or, inspiration), they often find themselves trying to replicate the idyllic photos they see on the internet. Many influencers, psychologists and experts note that this isn’t healthy; what you see on Instagram is someone else’s “highlight reel,” and it’s not supposed to be compared with your “behind the scenes.” In other words, you shouldn’t compare someone else’s seemingly-idyllic (though staged) life to your reality, because it sets unrealistic expectations, and can cause mental health issues. Bringing this information to light is inspiring in its own way — messages of self-love are extraordinarily pervasive in our modern culture, and it makes people feel empowered more than anything.

3. Wix

Campaign description: Wix began its social media campaign using Facebook Live on the first day of 2017. Each day, until the Super Bowl in February, the Wix team melted a block of ice containing a football helmet. When the helmet fell out, a random audience member was selected to win $10,000. On game day, the prize increased to $50,000. After the $50,000 winner was announced, Wix aired its Super Bowl commercial.

Why it was successful: The prospect of winning a prize draws in an audience, and engages people in a game of participation. Repeating the process on the daily ensures not only that people will return to your content every single day, but also that the number of people participating will grow — especially when you raise the stakes. By the end, Wix had a captive audience of who knows how many people, all of whom were waiting to see the $50,000 winner. Only one person won the prize, but they all saw the commercial. Plus, an engaging experience like that ensures that the brand won’t soon be forgotten.

4. #PUBERTE

Campaign description: Following a hurricane in Puerto Rico, the hashtag #puberte went viral on Instagram in an effort to raise awareness and money for rebuilding efforts. The accompanying photos were images of celebrities (and normal people, less memorably) during their awkward stages.

Why it was successful: Humor is a great way to draw in an audience and design a penetrative and memorable message. At first, it might just seem like a silly, viral stunt, designed by and for social media. However, a second look reveals that the movement was actually charitable, as well. A double whammy for the marketing team.

5. Taco Bell

Campaign description: On Cinco de Mayo in 2017, Snapchat released a limited-edition face filter for users across the globe. The filter turned people’s faces into tacos — it was hysterical.

Why it was successful: Again, it was funny — and humor is a great way to suck in an audience. But besides that, there were two factors that made this campaign successful. First, it was interactive: people could create their own content, and simply add the Taco Face onto it, doubling the humor. And secondly, it was limited-edition. When people heard about it, they likely tried it out immediately, knowing they wouldn’t have the opportunity again. The 24-hour deadline created a sense of urgency in its audience.

#independent study #social media

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