#my brain put 'ill be watching you from the stars' and 'i got what i wanted' together and came up w this

[hermanunworthy]

be careful what you wish for...

[noondefensesquad]

omg you saw it too!! Can you give us a detailed review too pretty please? But if you prefer not to, I totally understand!!

unfortunately my memory sucks and i saw it over a week ago at this point so i'll try my best 😅

i was sitting in row N so closer to the back and there were two people with ipads taking notes on things to change which was cool because im nosy. however, they didn't make a lot of notations and from what i could read, it mostly had to do with lighting so i don't expect much to change when i go see it again in a few weeks.

i love jamie's work and have seen his productions before but was still taken aback by the darkness at the beginning of the play. you can see tom on the screens (i loved the usage of cameras and screens so they could have full use of the theater) as he's backstage and the heavy breathing put me on edge because i was like

then tom sat at the front of the stage and cried and because he is also such a pretty crier and maybe that's my own weird kink i had the biggest smile on my face. however, the girls in front of me were about to cry with him 😂 tell me this didnt do something for you!

but when fran came out, the people around me sat up. she's phenomenal and i want more people to talk about her performance because she's the star of the show. the way she delivers her lines is so funny and they have a great balance of making it feel current while delivering the original iambic penameter.

then as soon as fran and tom came face to face, the audience audibly reacted. not loud enough to be distracting but enough that you know they were into it. i was in love

lots of shakespeare stuff happened, tom took off that sweatshirt and came out in that vest and multiple people gasped. you can see his abs through the shirt 🫠 and when the nurse squeezes his arm and basically says juliet i get it, that line got a huge laugh. my internal monologue was just

this is a married man this is a married man this is a married man

and then intermission came and i talked to the people around me and this was the conversation

fran is so pretty, talented, funny, amazing, we love her

tom's haircut

tom's arms 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

is zendaya the jealous type or would she say yes that's my man (i had to pretend to be very normal about this conversation and said absolutely the jealous type i have no sources 👀)

how do we get to the stagedoor in time to see them (the amount of texts i got about those videos because i am RIGHT THERE with the most in love expression on my face)

the chemistry is unbelievable and we didn't want the show to be over

somehow we made it to the end of the play and i'll be honest, the second half is my least favorite part of the play so it was also my least favorite to watch. i love how silly and romantic the first half can be and the second half is more doom and gloom. i will say, when this exchange happens

"will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?"

"shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?"

my friend and i audibly said "oop" and that got laughs in our section. the best thing about this play was their delivery and when i read r&j, i couldve never imagined how much fun it could be coming from jamie.

anyway, at the end, we rushed out to the stage door and it was insane to see how the street cleared when tom left. and security was the best. really such sweet guys and if you see them being mean to people, they spend the whole time giving instruction is the friendliest way so those people deserved it.

the we got to speak with fran who is the sweetest and signed my customized r&j book with her face on the cover and my programme

can't wait to go see it again in a few weeks. i wish i could have every second imprinted on my brain

[kosmical]

alr i'll bite what's isat

Omg thanks for opening pandoras box! You will regret this

In stars and time is the recent food source of my brain eating amoeba and it Will Not Leave. before i get into why im rabid about it though ill give a brief synopsis . putting a read more here because i suspect this post will get LONG.

its a game about a classic rpg party on the last two days of their quest to save the country from The King who is freezing everything, including people, in time. the main character, Siffrin, is the party's rogue who, upon going into the House of Change (the game's dungeon so to speak) and promptly dying, finds out that they're trapped in a time loop. they're the only one who remembers repeating the last two days- aside from a star named loop who helps him try and figure out whats going on, why, and how to break out.

Now personally ive never been invested in a time loop story?? Im not sure if thats because i havent consumed much media thats implemented it before as its main premise or if i just havent been interested but i think in stars and time meshes the two different genres a time loop story can fall into really well (the mystery and the emotional conflict).

The mystery is what drives you through the game (and there are other questions unrelated to the timeloop about siffrin's origin and the world itself that i think handle a variety of themes like loss of culture and personal transformation really well but thats a different tangent) but the emotional parts are what really got me. You have to watch almost in the backseat as Siffrin is like. Slowly depersonalized from the people they care about. All while refusing to tell them anything about their misery because they don't want to burden them or drag them into his suffering. Even happy moments that Siffrin doesnt mind repeating become tainted because it becomes a matter of acting so that the "scene" doesnt stray from its path and his party doesnt become suspicious.

and yet they still DO, both in regards to Siffrin's World Alteringly Terrible Case of the Mondays and the actual time loop. they notice how tired and fake he seems. one of my absolute favorite scenes is one where you interact with a closet and it provokes a conversation about where Siffrin got their cloak from and how long they've had it, because its really one of a kind. it has temperature regulatory magic imbued in the stitches and is made to grow with him. And siffrin just cant fucking remember. not only because hes been looping so long that its created a haze over his mind but because he has no true "identity." and as he's scrambling to fill in an answer for this hole in his head, a gust of wind hits his face because one of their friends, isabeau, flapped his cloak while inspecting it to ground him. and he disguises it by commenting on the thickness of the cloak.

Getting this scene by accident on my playthrough made me feel so many feelings dude like . Siffrin isn't the only one trying to hide things. Their friends care about him so much and they try to disguise how concerned thwy are and its just. Im . Im Normal.

its not just about that though . Like if you start finding shit a little too fast they'll start catching on to whats happening. a little sound effect will play whenever you know something you shouldn't know and the others notice and whenever it happened i was like. Twisting in my seat waiting for them to call me out.

it all builds up into this really fucking painful emotional climax that i will not talk about because i don't want to spoil more than i already have but omg. I was writhing. It was. Hhhggnngh.hfg. Glass shards in ym mouth yummy

On the topic of shit i cant talk about: My favorite character is this fucking thing

I have held off from talking about loop's role in the story because i cant describe to you why they make me so ill. Not because i dont know Why but because it is something you should experience yourself. They're really charming and funny and their dialogue is fantastic. Of course that's part of the reason i lauve them but theres also the underlying secondary mystery of why they're here/who and or what they are/etc. And when u know. Its. I Cant Tell You. BUT ITS REALLY GOOD. ITS REALLY REALLY GOOD. Just know that if you get to the end and are still confused about them. That theres more than the main ending . AND IT IS PROBABLY WHY I AM SO INSANE ABOUT THIS GAME HONESTLY. I LOVE YOU FOREVER LOOP . im ok

In short: In stars and time is a game that is good and you should play it :) Im pretty sure its on sale right now on steam so yeah go get that.

if you made it through this fucking dissertation length post on isat CONGRATULATIONS ! heres some miscellaneous doodles ive done of it in the past month since ive played it love love

[ellieslovr]

I’ve Got You (e. williams)

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A/N:Okay, so this is entirely self indulgent since I was having a bad night. Mental illness was kicking my ass so here’s the result of that. I’m too tired to know if it makes any sense but I hope you guys like it either way. PLEASE read the content warning below, it’s a bit heavy because as stated, I wrote it for myself originally. I figured I’d share this in case anyone else is struggling. Love you guys, and I’m always here if you wanna chat <3

cw: mentions of heavy intrusive thoughts, and mentions of mental illness and its various symptoms as a whole.

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You’re not sure what causes it. Maybe it’s the stress from work, or maybe it’s just something in the air.

The moment you get home, Ellie’s sat on the couch playing a game. She darts her eyes towards you quickly, still focused. “How was your day,baby?” She asks, flicking the joystick with her thumb.

You don’t say anything. This catches her attention, and she pauses the game and looks up. By now, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She coos, placing the controller down and standing up. She opens up her arms, and you barrel towards her.

She strokes your hair gently as you sob into her chest, no doubt in your mind that you’re probably ruining her favorite sweater.

She doesn’t seem to mind though, as she lifts your chin to meet her eyes. “You wanna talk about what happened babe?” She asked. You shrug, moving to sit down on the couch.

She follows and plops down next to you, putting a hand on your back. You lean into her embrace and sigh, sniffling lightly. “I-I don’t know. It’s nothing really specific, I’ve just been upset lately. I’m not sure why.” She nods in understanding, rubbing your back softly.

While she’s silent, you suddenly feel bad. She probably just wanted to relax and play her game, and here you are, bothering her about nonsense. You knew she didn’t actually feel that way, but you usually preferred to not bring these thoughts up to her.

You were worried that if you did, she’d be upset that you saw her that way. You’d had many intrusive thoughts of harming either yourself or Ellie, and even though you know with absolute certainty you’d never act upon them, they still scare you. Some days, you felt like a monster. Incapable of loving or being loved.

Deep down, you know Ellie loves you. You love her too, more than anything in the entire world. You’d come to the conclusion one day though, that your brain wasn’t wired properly.

Before your thoughts could spiral more out of control, Ellie spoke up. “I get what you mean, baby. Some days it’s just tough, yeah?” She said. You nodded, a few stray tears slipping down your face. “The world just fucking sucks sometimes. Everything’s just so overwhelming these days.” You reply, curling into her side.

She laughs dryly. “You’re not kidding. It’s like in my case, I’m fine most days. But on the days I’m not, well you’ve seen me. It’s like a switch gets flipped or something.” Ellie said, running a hand through your hair. “It’s an exhausting feeling.” You reply, turning to face her.

She smiles. “It is. You wanna know how I get through it though?” You nod, and she cups your face between her hands. “I just think about you. World’s going to hell in a handbasket, but you’re always right there by my side. Remember that time I had a fight with Joel?” She asked.

“Mhm, I remember.” You say.

Ellie smiles. “Well, I was super upset that day. As soon as I stepped in the door, you knew something was off. I didn’t wanna talk about it, so you just kissed my cheek and went into the kitchen.” She paused for a moment, smiling.

“You made me chocolate covered strawberries, cause you knew they were my favorite. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched Star Trek. I’ll never forget that day.” She recalled fondly, her free hand tracing soothing circles on your thigh.

Your eyes well up. “I love you, Ellie.” You breathe, looking up at her. Her smile nearly splits her face in half. “I love you too, sweet girl. Always will, now and forever.” She replied, pressing kisses all over your face.

You giggle. “Ew gross, I’ve got snot and tears all over my face.” She fake pouts, brushing a piece of stray hair out of your eyes. “I don’t care, you still look adorable. Now c’mere.”

You playfully roll your eyes as she pulls you into a proper kiss, her hands cupping your face. When you both pull away, she leans her forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“We’ll get through the hard days together, yeah? We’re a team, you and me. Like the byronosaurus and the citipati. Did you know their nests were adjacent?.” She asks you with a smile.

You laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah, exactly like that. You learn that from one of your little documentaries?” You ask her.

“I did, I watched a really good one last night.” She said. You chuckle, adjusting yourself to lay on her chest. “You’re a dork.” You tell her, playing with the strings of her hoodie.

You feel her chest vibrate beneath you as her laughter fills the air. “You love it.” She tells you, a cocky grin on her face.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and smile back at her. “I do. Not as much as I love you, though.” Ellie blushes, a nervous little smile on her face. No matter how many times you’d told her you loved her, she still got as flustered as the first time. It was one of your favorite things about her, something you’d never get tired of.

“I love you the mostest. So ha!” She exclaimed.

“That’s not a real word baby, but I’ll give it to you.” You told her. She fist pumps triumphantly. You cuddle further into her, and she sighs contentedly.

She picks up her controller and saves her game before exiting it. “What’re you doing?” You ask her. She kisses the top of your head. “I’m gonna put on that space documentary you like. That okay with you, doll?” You blush at the pet name and nod your head.

Ellie smiles lovingly at you before pressing play. As the documentary starts, you completely forget about the stress of life. Sure, things were hard. They wouldn’t change overnight, and it would take time for you to feel okay again.

But right now you had Ellie at your side, and you knew she would be with you every step of the way. She was the love of your life, and you were hers. With her, you knew you could face anything that came your way.

You fell asleep in her arms later that night, surrounded by her scent and warmth. You’ve never felt happier.

[dokidokitsuna]

Slowly, I think I’m getting a handle on this…I tried studying the character art from my favorite dead MMORPG, Maple Story 2, and I think it helped me find a style for the shading and rendering that’s more dramatic but still sort of cartoony.

Plus, I’ve been doing a bit of script writing, which always helps me figure things out. ^^ So please enjoy the additional work I’ve done on these character concepts.

-Between these two, Magolor definitely needed the most work: you can tell because I basically drew a full character design sheet, which is something I almost never do because I don’t like repetition. XP But it doesn’t feel repetitive when I’m totally lost to begin with. ^^; I think I got a little too abstract that first time I drew him, so my focus here was to figure out the specific shape of his body and rebuild outward from there. In stark contrast to my usual Magolor designs, he’s very tall and muscular, with an imposing silhouette (especially with his cape on). Yes, he IS hiding something under all those purple bandages, but we won’t talk about it today. ;)

-I also like that his outfit gets darker the further inside you go, from the solid white cape and glittering chains, to the silver armor and gray scarves, to the skintight navy blue fit underneath. Symbolism??? Perhaps~

-Blade’s design was already pretty solid, so I just adjusted her cape a little, and then dove straight into the Rainbow Malady concept art. ^^ Phase 1 has her sprout a second eye and wings on one side of her face. Her head catches fire, as the power of the Rainbow Sword attempts to ‘burn away the darkness’. In this phase, Blade is already in a lot of pain, but remains fully conscious and can even speak, when she isn’t coughing up multicolored blood. She can recover from this on her own with a day of rest. Phase 2 is much more serious, forcing her organs outside of her body, and growing star-shaped welts over the rest of her skin. At this point, she can no longer recover without Magolor’s help-- essentially, he uses magic to shove all her organs back where they belong and stitch up the open wounds. It’s like setting a bone after it’s broken-- just as painful as the injury itself (if not more), but necessary for proper healing…which takes about a week.  Phase 3 is the last and worst, transforming her arms into elongated wings and her whole body into burning plasma, on top of all the issues from Phase 2. Thankfully, she can’t really remain conscious in this phase-- she’s usually delirious from fever, blood loss, and her brain literally burning away. ^^; Storywise, she needs about a month to recover from this, so she doesn’t use it too often…of course, as the 'player', you can put her through it as many times as you want. =T

-Fun fact, I guess: So the primary love language between these two characters is food. ^^ I was musing about what I could do with a protagonist arc centered around worsening illness (which is…surprisingly rare), and I thought, “so what do you do for sick people? You put them to bed, you manage their symptoms, you clean and comfort them…and most importantly, you feed them.” And then ^that little doodle basically came to me in a dream, and from there evolved the idea of Magolor showing kindness to Blade by cooking for her.

Most of the time, the little affection Magolor shows to Blade is…basically performative. Think of it like a hammy supervillain petting their cat-- it’s more of a character stim than anything else. ^^; The way Magolor talks to Blade (and especially the way he talks about her…) makes it clear that the hand-holding and headpats don’t mean much.

But on the other hand, giving Blade food and watching her cutely devour it, especially during the times when she’s bed-ridden and he doesn’t see her as often…I like to think that might genuinely endear her to him a little, enough to make it a sort of stand-out gesture. Like, if he strokes her forehead when she’s sick, that’s whatever; but when he spends 5 hours making a Maxim tomato consomm�� for her to eat, that’s him trying to say he cares. Maybe it’s just a tiny bit, maybe it’s just in that moment, but a small part of him truly wants her to be happy.

[nyaagolor]

Putting this here bc I need to get it out of my brain but I never stop thinking about the ways that Team Star and Penny's relationship develops over time and how ultimately self-sabotaging it is for Penny. She's the one who brings them together, but purposefully isolates herself and only speaks to them over the phone. They all get closer because they're around each other all the time, but she keeps herself at arm's length and when their plan goes south, she specifically chooses to cut off contact with them and not keep them updated, driving the admins even closer as they struggle to maintain the team in her absence. And then. And then!!! She returns under the impression that they don't need her anymore or hate her for what she's done. Like yeah, they got along ok without you but You Were The One Who Forced Them To

It reads so much like she already has these feelings of not "deserving" her friends or attention and then acting in ways that validate those feelings so she can point at it and go look, see, they don't need me just like I thought. But the thing that drives me absolutely buckwild is that she doesn't actually Stop Doing This. In her postgame, we watch Team Star open up and reintegrate into the academy while she lurks in the background. Even coming off of the gang explicitly telling her to her face how much they care about her and want her around and want her to be a part of their group, she consistently gets in her own way the entire time. She ends up with tangible successes for her friends but never addresses her own issues! It's got such visceral "mentally ill 15 year old" vibes but it also makes my brain rattle at mach 1

We watch the admins recover from their self-imposed suspension, we see how they start to make friends in the academy and explore their interests and untangle their defense mechanisms and whatnot. We see her watch her friends get better while she continuously self-isolates and remains stagnant-- she is abundantly concerned with their well being and whether they are making new friends but doesn't seem to consider that she should be doing the same for herself. She skulks around in corners and meddles, but consistently avoids actually interacting with Team Star. She ends the story in the same place she started, isolating herself and remaining in the background despite the repeated assurances of her friends that they want her to just hang out with them and be a part of their group. She even admits this at the end of the postgame route, but still doesn't make an attempt to connect with them further. It feels like the end of the game is just the beginning of another story with her, but we don't get to see it

[tvcore-productions]

Box full of shards(WIP title)

Chapter 1 of a Gengar taking care of a clefairy egg (1 introductions)

{Currently: only the Oneshot part of it, I need to fix up the fighting scene and than puzzle that it together <3 need that over 1k mark}

Chapter 2/The Filler Chapter

Blanket full of "So?" i don't care {not real title}

A filler full of blankets and Eye's{The fic that's two chapters combined so I can have 1k words}

I just noticed some grammer mistakes, im sorry I feel to laxy not to edit. I apologies, but ima keep going with writing(missed two days of writing 1k a day woops). Im sorry I dont have beta reader, not the best editing ability, ill feel way to down on myself to write. I gotta write more, and deal with plot holes and bad transitions scenes... After novemebr when the challenge is over, or ill fix It in nov 7th if I get an unbiased beta-reader/editer. you can dm or comment my mistakes or criticism please

after all, my motto is "Atleast i have writign to get criticized!" gotta be positive on me having bad writing, when I'm trying to get writing habits

Gengar looks at the Pansage, and the pansage looks back at them. A lot more terrified than the Gengar thought they’d be, even after ran to hide. The air felt stiff, till Arachnia put oranges, and cinnamon sticks in a ceramic bowl of water.

Gengar observes that Arachnia changes the ice-stone with a fire-stone. Just rare items, used for convenience, how rich.

Gengar looks over the market counter for the berries and wood boxes filled with ‘green tea’ or ‘tea’ as carved in footprints. Odd. But it had patterned leaves and a painted color, so that helped.

The Pansage was gone, the door having a smoke of dust.

Gengar strolled around the market, looking at the Zorou and Phantump playing in the middle of the street around the stained glass of the moon with a crashing star being hit by the sun. Their parents watched between the warehouses, in chairs with swirls patterned on the back, drinking herbal tea from the green camping bag the taller tree had.

They glared looking at the Gengar strolling through the other side of the market, near the end of a sturdy little cafe being quite tall over an Aggrons height.

“Hope you take your egg on a nice walk, heard it nice for their soul to gather the energy around them.”

A Kadabra advises, leaning their legs on the table. 

The Gengar glances at their card the one on Kadabra's thumb is shaped like an ornate mirror with a reflective surface in luminous colors, a card with eyes in darkness with distorted borders effect and the third one is not so visible.

Gengar smiled and nodded.

…

“I think the egg they have might be fairy type,”

“How”

“Because I'd hear, and read that Gengar believes that having Aggrons blood is good for their kid, cause of them thinking ol cave divers are a dragon type.” Kadabra slams their cards on the table, showing the last cards a haunter. “That's a why”

The muscular-type Pokemon smiled and rested their hands to look at the Kadabra conspiracy, “Isn't that a little odd?”

“Yes, that is. A typing blood for some superstitious reason and Gengar usually lived here for the human era that was a common superstitious. Gengar might know some dead humans.”

“And… What?” The Pokemon got slapped on the back of the head by a palm, “You don't know what you're talking about, reading Pokemon's mind made your brain scramble.”

“I was there, I just haven't seen Gengar come out often or at all.”

“Yeah but know we might, just with an egg.”

–

Gengar takes their egg on a walk

Gengar looks at the sign with a purple Rattata with a mustache and train station cap.

Looking over the railway station they found themselves. They walked up the stairs with white tiles, up from the dirt path of railways.

“Well good afternoon, I am the train conductor of the station supervising the train tracks welcome.”

Gengar adjusted holding the egg, “Hi…”

“You came out of the railway, well that's unsafe. But I guess from being a ghost type and all, it wouldn't phase you. ”

Rattata peaked over the egg.

“Oh you have an egg, congrats, is it yours.”

“Yeah, em” Gengar looked at the egg, “Found it.”

“Have this.”

Gengar received thin yarn, twiddling the tail of the yarn in its Rose onyx shade (Purple).

“This is a secluded part of ‘Rayvoush Bay’ because it's under my operation for when the train comes in.”

Rattata took Gengar to the next route, to a nice bustling of water and light right on top of the center.

“Visit Frillish’s Grills, they have nice shells.”

Rattata waved, hopping off from the barrel.

Gengar was in the middle of the market, there were a lot of wide bridges and a lot of water sidewalks. Seeing some Magikarps cross paths, and looking down to see its own market to blurry, but the guess was close guess.

Gengar hobbled a little over to more of the land area, that had smaller water paths for fish pokemon to make trades with the rodent marketers.

Gengar could hear the wings flapping overhead, and a crisp orange leaf fell into the water paths.

They pass gazes with a Lucario. Gengar stopped by to look at some heaters, “Oh hey did you come with that Lucario.” Gengar's smile faded as they looked at Lucarios chivalrous stare.

“No.”

Gengar is a bit scared all in all. Just would it be awkward to go in the shadows, they couldn't bring the egg with them… They didn't fully trust themselves it wouldn't break the egg.

Gengar walked down the patterned tiled path more bluer than the second, finding a subway exit.

Gengar had redecorated.

Organized, fixed the place, and rearranged the contents of a box of old collected electronics. Some were gifts from scares, and some were found fair and square.

Gengar had unfolded a patchwork knitting blanket that mostly bled in the pinkest of shades.

The first patch in the right corner was of a mushroom, the second patch was a cloud, and the third was moss shrubs on a tree growing small clusters of purple flowers.

Down the tree and on the second row of patches was a pinned purple mirror on the swirls of the carefully knitted tree, then the star, and then another pair of clouds with flowers.

On the last row, the full Moon sparkled with small purple stars, the second patch was grass with purple knitting, and just by the tree was a stack of purple books.

Gengar turned it around; determination sparked a clear blaze in their eyes.

{This is slapped on part because turns out, up, those words are 957 around it. Wich is good, but ima cut some parts up for conflict cause I ain't editing all that Fr need beta-erader but hey this might be good. Still using prompts, even if its unexcpect}

“Hey! You have a Clefairy’s egg?”

Gengar looked to the entrance of their home, resting on their arm. Seeing a Bunnary with belts and a roll-out bag. Oh yeah and the same Lucario they had seen before, and without the blur of the small crowd their fur is a bit dirtied

“You know as a ghost-type Pokemon the only thing you can do is steal heat for yourself.” The Bunneray gripped their bag, “That Egg won't make it through the winter.”

"So?"

The Lucario beside them’s ears flicked more inwards, pointing at Gengar “... Ah.”

Gengar felt threatened, in their home. What point do they have to come down here? Do they like hunting?

“Hold it right there!”

The Lucario shouted.

“Is anyone here too scared to ask why this Gengar had an Egg!” The Lucario called out.

The Pokemon murmurs ‘Hey fights gonna happen’, Putting Gengar at ease from fully getting up.

The Lucario started to go on a tirade of mournful song, of the swanne’s migrations mourning.

“What you gonna do, you're a cliched fool. You know that don’t you.” 

“If I'm cliche what are you.”

Gengar’s eyes dimmed and sharpened arresting glare. Flinching the Lucario from their half-made stance, their feet patting the dirt in adrenaline.

Gengar gets themselves up, placing the egg behind one of the rocks.

“It’s always the less self-aware ones that are for me.”

The shadows seemed darker or was the Gengar in the shadows? Gengar eye’s intrinsic aura is overshadowed by Gengar's glare. The Lucario froze from taking their last step away.

Gengar shouted, causing to Lucario flinch, “A day of cliches! How Unbearable” A melded fist of shadows hit Lucario straight in the head,

"A day of the Frillish and a day of no task, how disappointing you showed up."

The Lucario seemed faster. Taking a few steps back a bit faster, and zigazing with their claws melding into steel.

Lucario's paws ached, weighing them down at the thought of using ‘steel claws’ again. Lucario adjusted their stance back up.

Gengar was feeling curious punching the Lucario around, until there was the Lucarios head smacking theirs in an agonizing migraine.

Gengar didn't learn any other moves, and might just break the aura detected. Was it even used in battle? I mean it'll probably hurt.

Gengar sure might've been amature in some aspect of being a ghost-type, maybe not average but not bad. There were just posing curses that worked well too.

Making their Bunnery friend have to frag them all the way back from the steps of their homes.

The 3 Finneon circling that usually pool river knew about the curse. The old Clamperl and Shellder couples sure enjoyed the little fight. The Pansage only stared down at the Gengar. After looking at the Pokemon in the river, he tried looking at the Pokemon watching from the cliffside.

The Kadabra beside them was only just as entertained.

"Yknow maybe this is a good resting spot for an old sport like me."

A Qougsire hit the tree, "Sure, and I won the deck of colorful card games from stealing your third card sour Litten"

"It was a rare card"

"It wasn't even shiny like the mirror"

"Yeah, I just could've had a cool combo"

"Haha, yeah it would've been."

Qougsire mumbled the last part out quietly, "I don't know how the game works"

The Kadabra pointed from their tree wagging the hips, "Hah you were fluking!"

"I just joined the game, it felt obvious."

Aggron was one of the many Pokemon that were there, with a Hoothoot kid on their head and a Swanne next to them. They were on the other side of the cliff, being able to see the Gengar from in between the trees.

"Is the Gengar gonna eat us"

"Mm maybe"

The Aggron watched the Gengar pick up their, hidden from the rocks.

Entering back to their den, the Gengar pats the Clefairy egg. Wishing to tell it something more, of things they don't truly know. Because some fears just don't seem reasonable to always tell a child.

Let alone one that hasn't even hatched out of its cradle.

Gengar floats up to their homey room, placing the Clefairy egg on the willow tree's leaves cushions, and pin missiles. With one little wooden thorn, blood dried off on the leaves too.

The Gengar sighs and lays down beside the egg.

--- Oneshot of fluff Fused with Chapter 2

Life… of a train conductor https://traintrackshq.com/life-of-a-train-conductor/ I loved the rattata oc idea, i have 2 pokemon train conducters oc, one from a separate insane 7 sins isekai pmd RPG fic <3

Oc i made it just for filler, my thoughts on ‘mystery dungeons devlopaning recently’ was made in outlines.

Lilith G. F

MOURNING; SIDEWALK; STEPS

i didnt know add mournaning considering the changes, but like. Maybe the lucario died or something, interpertble

I guess the aggron side plot is removed where he helps takes a swanne whos escorted by a lucario named guard to migrate on sea in another forest.

[enden-k]

I haven't watched the Livestream (don't thave the brain capacity right now) but there was smth about inadzuma characters making an appearance? what's that about? is event going to be somehow connected to them?

mostly asking about ayaka because she's cute and I like seeing her (reminds me of a friend tbh so I have a lot of warm feelings for her by association). feel free to ignore this if you haven't watched the stream yourself and stuff, obv, theres probably somewhere else I can look this up as well I'm just not braining good right now

i like ayaka too <3 and ayato, the kamisato siblings have a special place in my heart fr

ill jsut use this ask to briefly sum up the livestream. did skip through it just now

WIFE NAMEDROPPED i thought he was dead

anyway:

main event is the fontinalia film festival set in fontaine featuring navia, furina, chiori (new inazuma character), chevreuse (new fontaine character), kamisato siblings, yoimiya, ofc our buddy xavier from inazuma. basically, we (and furina) are making a commercial for chioris boutique

banners: 1st half navia (5star geo claymore ousia aligned) + ayaka rerun 2nd half raiden shogun rerun + yoimiya rerun + chevreuse (4star pyro polearm ousia aligned)

quests: navia story quest

events: -well the main event in fontaine which gives us a free 4star claymore and several mini games all around film making -ittos beetle battle event returns, this time in liyue bc shinobu (and itto and the lil kid he fought last time) join....plus some liyue character is gonna join but wasnt named -the lost riches (pet seelie) event returns!!! also set in fontaine. the newest color this time is light blue-ish?

-some combat event. also set in fontaine. -marvelous merchandise - liben is back <3

other: -2 new artifact sets. no info on them tho -fontaine realm will be added to the teapot -fontaine card challenges and fontaine designs will be unlocked in tcg -new tcg character/monster cards: lyney, lynette, layla, signora, azhdaha, dvalin, some eremites, 💕💕al-haitham💕💕

cant wait to fucking beat him up in a card game idc about

system optimizations: -we will be able to view recommended sets in the artifacts menu -artifact filter system where you can automatically lock specific artifacts when farming and they get added to inventory -increased the amount of stuff u can put in for artifact enhancement similar how it is with weapons -removed the pop up windows when you level characters/weapons -refining weapons now allows you to add several mats and not one by one -when farming domains, when repeating the challenge we will now be teleported right to the center and not at the beginning to save us all the walking -the chasm archon quest ("in the depths, an unexpected reunion") is no longer locked behind two other world quests now. new players can now directly start -we can now claim all expedition rewards with one click and dispatch all of them without the pain of picking character and time again. its gonna be similar to honkai star rail now -processed ingredients can also be now claimed with one click

thats all i got, was honestly just skipping through the stream so no more details on the mini games or stuff as i usually did. just the important things ig

also, in under an hour the codes will expire so quickly claim them if u can:

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[thegeminisage]

ok it's star trek update time. once again. i've fallen behind 💀 tuesday we did voy's "the cloud" and "phage" (out of order bc plex numbered them incorrectly/user error), wednesday we did ds9's "dentiny" and voy's "eye of the needle," and last night we watched ds9's "prohphet motive" and voy's "ex post facto."

the cloud (voy):

man this one sucked ass

well, i did like janeway's personal log. i love women getting to have the same normal problems a man would. i like janeway a lot, even if she still feels a bit stiff to me sometimes

actually, WAIT, why is the academy TEACHING captains they need to maintain a certain distance? like sure yes it's a bad idea to fuck your subordinates (even though picard said there was NO?? regulation on that...) but surely you're supposed to like. care about them. between this and deanna winning the kobayashi maru by killing geordi i'm starting to wonder if starfleet expects captains to simply not CARE about people. there's something larger at work in my brain re: this thought, like, kirk was always going on missions himself to protect people despite that putting him greater danger, and now they don't want captains to leave the chair or care about people...hell universe. and since picard never left the chair or cared about anyone it may have made for good policy but it made for BAD tv

ANYWAY.

accidentally got spoiled for neelix being the cook bc of reverse ep order lol

tom paris once again insufferable bc he's like dont invite the captain to poker night or whatever. for a rebellious felon he's really toeing that starfleet line. also, the LAST thing in the world i want is more holodeck but ESPECIALLY if i have to watch tom paris make out with realfake holo women on it. HOLO PEOPLE ARE ALIVE YOU FOOLS

i thought this episode was gonna be about coffee and it wasn't :( it was just a few jokes here and there

the nebula plot was stupid. you ram a hole in it and you're gonna fix it by ramming more holes? neelix is the only mfer that gets it. that said, i DO support women's rights to ram ill-advised things through holes - whenever, however, and as often as they like.

chakotay teaching janeway to find her animal guide (complete with the medicine bundle...) being played TOTALLY straight and serious just about ended me. like i knew they werent gonna be like "haha just kidding you are a REALLY gullible white person" at the end but watching them not do that was really really awful

harry kim just casually dropping he remembers being in the womb. alright.

janeway muting the doc when he is trying to speak :( holo-racist

i do like that firstly harry was like fuck tom paris im inviting janeway and secondly that she can play pool really well. those were nice touches. the non-racist janeway stuff was good! i just wish the rest of the episode had been good too lol

phage (voy):

i liked this one MUCH better. first of all, neelix in the cave about to get his lungs stolen very "mistew obama pwease hewp me" core. then perish. rip in pieces poor neelix :(

secondly, what an interesting ethical dilemma...can you kill a person to save a person? not in starfleet ig but if i was janeway i would have been real tempted. neelix is great

kes giving up one of her lungs to neelix was so sweet, actually. kes has grown on me a HUGE amount in a very very short time. i absolutely love her kindness, which was boring at first because i didn't really feel like she was being kind in a way that stood out from any run of the mill compassionate character. but her scenes with the doctor bring out the best in both of them, i think - like, he kicks her out initially, and then asks her to stay because he's in over his head. and rather than dismissing him she stays and asks if he wants to unionize. the fact that she's DETERMINED to treat him as a fully realized person when he doesn't even treat himself that way...she recognizes unmet needs and works to fix them, just because that's who she is. AUGH she's such a good personnn she;s gonna make a GREAT doctor

lung stealing aliens are way cooler than the slaver aliens even if they are horrible to look at. i LOVE how mad janeway got at them. she was like if i EVER see you again its on sight and i believe her. and she scared them so good they fixed neelix <3 kinda goes to show compassion wins...and that kind of compassion/adherence to morals in the face of personal loss and righteous anger IS a kirk move honorific. and winning because of those qualities is a kirk move. ugh i like janeway so much

"one day i'll surprise you mister tuvok" i love them. wah. tuvok reminds me SO much of spock...he's got that eyebrow thing happening

also, neelix getting his lungs removed totally makes this the spiritual sequel to spock's brain

destiny (ds9):

the whole time i was watching this i felt like sokka in that one atla episode. "can your science prove why it rains" core. like just because there are three cardassians and some river went somewhere...it's especially galling to me that kira buys into it completely. i always forget she's religious, and she's so SMART i didn't think she'd get caught up in the prophecy of it all.

recited the 35th rule of acquisition alongside quark which felt. bad. i still haven't forgiven him but i'm trying

cardassian lady accidentally flirting with obrien was EXTREMELY funny. that's twice now he's banged his head on the ceiling and it's incredibly charming

kira and sisko being buddies 🥺 kira like it's had to work for space jesus!!! so true girl. though she literally was sleeping with a space priest. their bits were sooo good though, you can FEEL how much he doesn't want the enormity of his role, and how much kira believes in him - and i personally get the sense it's because she's SEEN him work. like she believes in him on a professional level, as well, because he ALWAYS has her back. man i would totally believe he was space jesus too who can blame her he's amazing

i did at least like the rational explanation for the prophecies- that nonlinear aliens simply just tell people things. i do wonder why they can't just knock on the wormhole and ask those guys some questions, though

anyway, firmly mid. normally i love kira-heavy episodes but i just had such a hard time not going full sokka in this one. sorry, kira!

eye of the needle (voy):

THIS ONE BLEW MY TITS CLEAN OFF!! best voyager episode yet imho

firstly we are still sending things through holes. fantastic.

also, kes went from "eh she is boring" to "i would die for her" at warp speed......her scenes with the doctor are all SO good. kes recognizing his humanity when most people in starfleet don't know holograms are alive/don't care that holograms are alive, when HE HIMSELF does not think of himself as being alive...mwah. david cage wishes. it feels like an inverse of the data situation, because data WANTED to be alive but struggled to fit in with humanity, whereas the doctor didn't give two shits about being treated like a real person until kes started talking to him about it, and would in fact fit in effortlessly with "real people" were he not confined to the medbay.

and the doctor's bitterness! no one speaks directly to him despite asking him to function as an entire medical staff. no one remembers to turn him off, leaving him to suffer through hours of boredom, or people turn him off when he isn't ready, leading to problems with his experiments. and the existential dread of being abandoned on the ship alone while everyone else potentially transports home through the wormhole...and someone potentially forgetting to deactivate him first.

i really like how janeway reacted to the news that the doctor might be alive. she was like "girl no way" and then kes was like "yes way" and she decided to investigate herself rather than be dismissive about it. she was very good in this episode overall but i like that she showed compassion to someone/something she wasn't even sure was alive. it was very siskocore of her.

and finally...that sweet a-plot. letswatchstartrek, my least favorite website that is absolute essential to my functioning, GAVE THIS A TWO. because "well it's season 1 we all know they aren't getting home this episode." those fucking idiots, that's WHY this episode is good!! it's about hope. do they understand nothing

like, everyone trying SO HARD to curb their expectations at first because the wormhole is so small and so decayed and the absolute MOST they can hope for is to get a message through...the agony of the wormhole going back to where they need to be but them not being able to get through and the only person picking up the phone being a FUCKING romulan who think they're prank calling him

and the way that like this predicament utterly humanizes everyone involved. janeway answering the phone in her nightgown. asking about this romulan's family. the barriers between starfleet and romulus breaks down instantly under the shared connection of being adrift without one's family. what a perfect illustration of the compassion one can have for strangers because deep down even aliens are made of the same stuff as we are.

and then of course by the end janeway is like it doesn't matter! secrecy doesn't matter! let's have hope for a minute let's believe this will work! and then IT DOESN'T WORK. or, actually, what's worse is that it could work, they could theoretically go back to the alpha quadrant 20 years ago, but it will fuck everything up if they do, and they can't even prevent themselves from getting stuck out here. all they can do is send the romulan home with their messages and then..........

............have no idea if he found a way to send them before he died ahead of schedule. like. ALL THEY HAVE IS HOPE. like of COURSE you know theyre not gonna get home in season 1 but THAT IS WHAT MAKES IT INSANE.

also, hi, b'elanna not having anyone at home who cares if she lives or dies...this retroactively makes chakotay's protectiveness of her so much more meaningful. everyone who loves her is already on this ship :( aaaagggh

prophet motive (ds9):

god this one sucked so bad. rare L for ds9 and a major one at that

i spent most of it googling whether or not people actually liked the ferengi episodes (to my dismey: yes, people on reddit think they're funny), but i also spent some time googling how many more episodes we had to suffer through this grand nagus bullshit (4) and getting my little guys stolen on chess.

i have been wanting to see the wormhole aliens again FOREVER and wondered why you can't just go and talk to them and then they show up in this of all places...they so nicely let people go through their wormhole and then this dude disrespectfully bothers them...

also, to SELL an orb back to the bajorans...i hope he dies. i hope kira specifically kills him and loots the orb off his corpse.

the only two moments of note in this episode were 1. quark talking ancient unknowable aliens into letting him and the nagus leave unscathed through a combination of fast thinking and being annoying, which would be charming were i not in such dire anti-quark straits 2. rom robbing the nagus blind LMAOOO good for him. i hope he shared exactly zero of it with quark

on a final note, the space station, unlike tng's enterprise, does NOT seem to be self-cleaning. thank god for that.

EDIT I NEARLY FORGOT JULIAN BASHIR B PLOT!!!!! he wanted to win so bad even though he knew there wasnt a chance 🥺 my poor HORRIBLY competitive fella. and then it was three days of marinating in the fact that he was never gonna win

also odo cold reading him about the acceptance speech lmfao. love that

ex post facto (voy):

i would have liked this episode a LOT if it had happened to anyone but tom paris. imagine if a guy you liked had special brain torture every 14 hours even though he was totally innocent and only a mind meld from tuvok could save him. like, picture almost any other trek character in this situation. bashir. riker. even bones. any of them could maybe perhaps do a little kissing of a married woman and get themselves into trouble and it would be one of my favorite episodes of all time. even the plot twist of WHY he was falsely accused was fun and clever. unfortunately, i simply cannot bring myself to care about tom paris.

tuvok my best friend tuvok. he DID HIS HOMEWORK! the eyebrow movements, the way he did the mind meld from the same position that spock melded with dr van gelder in dagger of the mind my beloved. all these things are unmistakably vulcan because leonard nimoy did them first and SPOCK is unmistakably vulcan, despite all his lifelong insecurities. now that i've met other vulcans properly i know that better than ever and i wish he could too.

ALSO, HI, MARRIED 67 YEARS??? lowkey sad he and janeway can't get it now but also, do we think he has BABIES? do we think he has GRANDBABIES?? grandpa tuvok my best friend AAAGHGH. also, since this series is 7 years long and also because of a spoilery gifset EYE happen to know pon farr is inevitable. but i bet his wife had to fix it herself back home too so ik she will forgive him

anyway, if i was innocent, there's no one i'd rather have on my side than tuvok. he went above and beyond the call of duty there. i was really surprised he powered through the meld and experienced being murdered so well. i mean he took that like a champ. that's on vulcan stoicism...also AUGH janeway INSISTING he not do that bc she knows it will be horrible and the long time she spent searching his face before finally agreeing to it. i would never want him to cheat on his wife but they could also theoretically hypothetically get it.

and finally, CUTEST dog in the world this episode. it's so odd looking it does such a great job at jumping around everywhere

TONIGHT: ds9's "visionary" and voy's "emanations"

[s0lar-ch3ri]

ollie centric fic ideas because i love this child (spoilers for jrwi)

a lot will be comforting for me because yes (they may start angst but ye) but anyways first idea is ollie has undiagnosed adhd and has always had focus problems and during one of like the meetings for the riptide pirates theyre going over a plan and ollie is just freaking out silently because he genuinely is trying to hard to focus but nothings working and chip notices and comforts him on it

As they talked, Ollie couldn't find himself able to focus in. He tried fidgeting with his hands, blocking out other sounds, forcefully staring at any of them, but nothing worked. He'd always had problems with this type of thing, but this time he couldn't find a way to focus in and it scared him. He was shaking and trying to hold back tears. What if he missed something important and didn't know what to do? What if Chip got mad that he didn't listen? He just stood there, staring at the floor as the voices around him were simply a blur of noises saying things his brain refused to comprehend.

"Hey buddy, are you feeling okay?" Chip bent down and grabbed Ollie's shoulder's gently. Ollie tried to look at him, but instead just starred at Chip's shirt. He gave a slight head shake no and kept fidgeting. With a collective look, Jay and Gill went off and left Chip to comfort his son.

would probs also add other oneshots in it of adhd ollie being the greatness he is but onto the next one, which is after a night of just not being sleepy, pretzel finds him and they just play around

So this is what being on board a pirate ship is like. Having your dad's I-think boyfriend's pet frogtopus come hang out with you in the middle of the night. For whatever reason, Ollie just didn't feel the need to sleep. He hadn't stayed up, he just didn't want to. Here he was now, drawing in the crow's nest, looking at the moon.

Then he heard the purr. There wasn't any cats on deck, and he knew he didn't purr. When he looked up, right on the rails was Pretzel.

"Pretzel!? What are you doing up, Gillion may get worried..." Having been around her so much, everyone onboard could read her expressions well enough as though she was speaking to them. She gave Ollie the look of "I should be asking you".

"Okay, fair." Ollie continued on drawing. Pretzel climbed onto his shoulder and watched as he drew. As she climbed back down, Ollie shrugged, thinking she got tired and went back to bed. However, barely a minute later, she returned with a set of water proof markers neatly in a bag.

"ARE THOSE GILLION'S?! PRETZEL YOUR GONNA-" She lifted a tentacle to Oliver's mouth and started showing the different colors to him. While the shade names were off by one, together they worked to color the drawings he made.

yes hed carry markers around duh anyways next fic idea where ollie, being his aged up self, asks chip if he could try the bandana of disguise out

"Chip, I wanna try something..." Ollie had thought of the idea before, but never really knew when he should ask. While Ollie had gotten used to this taller adult form, he didn't enjoy it much still. It felt off putting at times and Oliver couldn't tell if he'd ever go back to being small.

"Yeah, what's up?" Chip was undisguised and the bandana fit well in his messy hair. He had a matching one that Chip bought him, but it wasn't magical like his. He didn't even realize until now that the old one was tied around his wrist.

"Could I maybe try something with your disguise bandana?" Chip, with only an eyebrow raise, took it off and handed it to him. "What prank you tryna pull my boy?" Chip had a cheeky grin on his face.

"No prank, just, um, seeing something." After a brief explanation, Ollie tried it out. He was a bit nervous, but he thought of the image he wanted to become. Within an instant, he went from looking down at Chip, to having to look up at Chip.

i do got more but i got homework to do so ill make more later

[phantomofthehoepera]

PLEASE i wanna know all your hcs about the largo siblings and their moms

YAYY OKAY LOTS OF STUFF UNDER THE CUT <3

so basically I've just made a bunch of shit up bc we don't get a lot in the movie and I like to have fun and be myself. none of it is based off like the weird semi-canon myspace stuff I've heard abt?? if there are similarities they are pure coincidence bc I'm not reading all that god bless.

so for the moms they unfortunately still don't have names so I'm just gonna call them by their colours love and light. I've talked abt them before here but the short version of the story is they, along with marni and mag, were in an opera troupe and caught rotti's interest. they sort of just formed a social circle which nathan was also part of bc like idk college besties or something idk. rotti married red and had luigi, after which red was like you know what I'm kinda craving some nathan and left him. during one of her visits luigi killed her not like with ill intent or whatever bc he was like 5 but still he did fully murder her. rotti, not knowing a warning when he saw one, married blue and they had amber, and then blue was like you know what red was absolutely right I also want some nathan in my life and also left rotti. blue was the least well off of the opera troupe, though, and had some unpaid geneco bill lying around so she got repoed. rotti was still determined to have an opera wife so he married ourple and they had pavi and once again one of rotti's wives left him for nathan at which point he was like you know what if this ever fucking happens again that is IT I am DONE. also ourple died badly from a parasite bc me and my friend had just watched venom when we came up with this. at this point rotti married marni and we all know the rest

AS FOR THE KIDS I think luigi would basically always have been pretty unstable so he wouldn't have been put in the spotlight as much as a kid. also if you've seen a lot of my repo art you might have noticed I draw him with this big scar over his forehead which is bc in my brainverse at some point rotti would have had him undergo some sort of brain surgery in an attempt to calm him down a bit tho I can't imagine it worked at all. also think that basically from that point rotti was basically set on at the very least not letting luigi inherit and probably a bit doubtful of his other kids already

I picture amber and pavi being closer in age and like somewhat closer at least for the first few years of their lives. also I feel so strongly that rotti would have given them like ALL the spotlight just to balance off how little the public would have gotten to see of luigi, so I always picture them as basically child stars. when the novelty of being talented kids started wearing off and the public got a little less interested in them I think amber took it the hardest which is why she's so insistent on returning to the opera when mag quits

also with the kids I wanna stress I don't imagine any of this in my head to make them more sympathetic I think in the present they are all horrid bitches and deserve the guillotine but I am also a fan of succession so I was kind of primed to make up a lot of rich person lore sorry :(

[a-gassy-antelope]

Miscellaneous Tag Game

Made by the one and only @ronald-speirs <3

Thank you for the tag @grumpy-liebgott ! Am I finally doing this after being tagged almost a month ago?....maybe

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I haven't been many places truthfully. I loved hiking near Niagara Falls and also hiking in the Smokies near Gatlinburg. (I'm going to Alaska later this year so that will likely take the cake for me!)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Working 3 jobs while also caring for a terminally ill parent. Not to get too sad, but yeah, that was a time.

Favorite books?

Oof, gonna age myself with this. The Harry Potter will always hold a special place in my heart even though it has aged terribly. Because I am Furniture by Thalia Chatlas made a big impact on me as a teenager. One Flew Over The Cukoo's Nest by Ken Kasey is a favorite classic. Recently Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison kept me very entertained with pure shock value (although I just finished The Slob last night and it by far takes the cake for the most disgusting thing I've ever read)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

When I think about the people I choose to surround myself with. I am a very open person with those I love. Once someone is in my inner circle I am a no boundary kinda person. Let's cut the small talk and bare all our trauma and then tease each other about it. Let's rot on the sofa together. It makes my heart happy to know that I have people I can be like this with.

Favorite thing about your culture?

...what culture... I could say there's a certain culture of the American Midwest that i love. Mainly the 'midwest goodbye' where you stand in the front door chatting for way too long, then in the driveway then in your car with the window rolled down. Also, ever had a midwestern dessert salad?????

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Well, my brother is older than me and he was very much ww2 obsessed. So watched Band of Brothers way younger than I probably should've. Probably when I was like 8? When I got into my career there was this song at work that would play and it felt so oddly nostalgic until one day I realized it sounded the intro credit music for Band of Brothers. Then it was put on Netflix and it was all down hill from there. Very different to watch again as an adult vs what I remembered from my childhood.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I just finished Dick Winters' memoir not that long ago! I think I'll read Shifty's next!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Everyone in b.o.b is my precious baby. See that generic white man? Yep, thats my child. Honestly though there are certain quotes from various characters that just scratches my brain. Buck with: "Your ass?!" Webster with: "You ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we doing here?" and the cadence in which he says "Don't salute the Germans!" Liebgott with "Hershey Bar!" Winters with: "What's that? A piece of paper? I dont wanna see another piece of paper" and Speirs with: "You talk to an officer you say 'sir' " (totally not because it made me feel some type of way)

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I have made Band of Brothers stuff here on tumblr, classic text post as memes. Ao3 I've made Band of Brothers, Star Wars and My Hero Academia content!

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

hm....that's hard to pick a favorite. Meryl Streep is always delightful, as is Gillian Anderson. Natalie Portman? Keira Knightly? ok, ok, maybe I should list a man...James McAvoy. Jack Nicholson. I dunno, I don't like picking favorites.

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"I paint self portraits because I am so often alone...Because I am the person I know best." This Frido Kahlo quote really sticks with me because I feel like I can relate to being isolated and enjoying spending so much time on my own. I am my best companion and draw from my own experiences and emotions.

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I am a licensed massage therapist and I work with patients with chronic pain and injuries. I love my job and my patients even though it is a very draining profession.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

I am a writer! I want to say that I'm open to beta readers but I am also simultaneously afraid of others reading my work and embarrassed that people might not like it. That being said, I am working on a multi part Winnix fic rn.

Three things that make you smile?

My pets: a cat, 2 snakes, 2 leopard geckos and a pink tongue skink

Sweet gestures from my partner (or their dumbass jokes)

Writing!

Any nicknames you like?

Instead of Alex, a friend once called me Al Pal and I'm bewildered that it took me over 20 years to ever hear that.

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

Uhm, everyone???? I love seeing people share whatever they're passionate about or find cute and funny. I love when people love things unapologetically! @grumpy-liebgott, @blueberry-ovaries @lewis-winters @easycompany123@andromeddog @hanniewinnix and honestly so many more!

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

I have two options. Get to my Marine Corps brother who is a borderline doomsday prepper but lives an hour and a half away or die immediately.

Favorite movie?

Again with the favorites? Some of my comfort movies include: Pride and Prejudice (2005), Mamma Mia, Hellboy 2 The Golden Army (specifically 2, not the first one) and Coraline

Do you like horror movies?

Yes! If my above mentioned books weren't an indicator. I love modern paranormal, 80s slashers and any Vincent Price movie

Tagging (no pressure!) : Also, Sorry if you've already been tagged! (does anyone else get nervous tagging people for no damn reason?)

@hanniewinnix, @pettypumpk1n @multifandomfanfic @hbowarandchill @fxxiva

[undulinoted]

What are your Star Wars rare pairs?? (Very curious!!)

Hi anon, hope you're well!! This is a good question bc the more I thought about it the more I was like... ARE these rare?! lmao, I'm sure there are fans with much rarer pairs out there than these but my favourite rare pairs atm are:

- Darthfett (Vader/Boba)

- Satidala (Satine/Padmé)

- Windwalker (Mace/Anakin)

- Palpakin (Palpatine/Anakin) - here's the part where you run away screaming from my blog lmaooooo

- Droidcaptain (K-2SO/Cassian)

- Melshian (Melshi/Cassian)

also special shoutout to my fav Star Wars pair ever, ✨Thranto ✨, but I felt it wasn't quite rare enough to include, even though Eli is a novel character and not gonna be as recognisable to some fans, it's still Thrawn's most popular ship I'm pretty sure, so :') and i also rlly love Kalluzeb 🥺

I started writing some reasons for why I enjoy these pairs below but only got two done bc I'm currently sick and my brain is not working so well lol but yeah, if anyone ever wants to hear more ask away!

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Darthfett

lando knows what's up lol

Imagine trying to crack something, anything, the tiniest spark of affection, between these two bucket heads. Honestly just such a fun challenge lol. This pair kinda stems from how if Vader needs a bounty hunter? He hires Fett. This is obv meant to imply that Boba is the best at what he does ofc but I have a very active imagination and when you ALSO ship Rexwalker then it adds some lovely angst to the ship. Also. These two men are seriously closed off, lonely and harboring resentment. They get each other 💁‍♀️ Boba also has balls of titanium steel bc he's one of the only people in the galaxy not protected by Palpatine that can talk Like That to Vader and not get force choked to death on the spot, so. I think Vader likes that 😏

I've read some pretty good fics for these two! Quite a lot of the time Boba is very turned on by just the Look of Vader's suit and how ominously powerful he is and like... same?!? 💚🖤

boba is me 🫠

ALSO also, I just have to throw this in here

jsghxhdh it's so funny, Vader's just like ffs NO but there's no real heat behind it he just looks done lol

Satidala

Yknow that one Clone Wars ep where Satine and Padmé have to investigate a mysterious outbreak of illness at a school on Mandalore? I've watched that ep an unhealthy amount of times lmao - the way Satine greets Padmé and their little moments 🤭

👀👀

They also have dinner together!!! And they change their outfits so many times throughout the ep, which, according to my calculations backed up by zero proof, was done in the same room as each other which all points to the logical conclusion that they were having lots of lesbian sex. Anyway, I just think they look neat together, and imagine the Longing 🤌 They're both so busy but will always put their duties first so in true wlw fashion they would be writing in their diaries about the other and doing a lot of window gazing :')

queens 👑

to be continued maybe lol, thanks anon!

[unabashedly-faulty]

Just had a cry session with my nugget. He wanted to know why I left him this summer. Why i sent him to my cousin and then to his father.

He thought I did not want him.

It is my job to remind him that is the furthest thing from the truth. And I am telling my parts that it will take him time to know that because of how much we weren’t able to be there because of our mental health and everything we had to do in order to get to him.

We went through so much just to get back to him. A shit ton of medical abuse and neglect. The veteran affairs racism. Homelessness. Psych ward admittances. Gang violence. Section 8 voucher discrimination. Terrible apartments with no heat that exasperated our physical medical conditions. Domestic abuse. When I tell you I’d be falling and it would be this man’s doing. His mom suffers from mental illness too and she has this horribly harmful side to her. She got it from her mother and everything else she went through in life. Trauma. Without intervention. Without love. Abuse. That is what manifested within her son. Beating on your kids. Now I even question if his sisters face getting burned by him was an accident or not. Unsafe living conditions of the hood. The stoves that had that shaky iron thing. Enough of that.

So much was lacking but we kept fighting. Whenever I went into the ward outside of VA system I felt safer. In private hospitals. I had to wait to roar like a dragon to get the money I needed to pay all the fucking bills. The military really fucked me in the ass of my life. Denied me my compensation that made me have to fight so hard. One day my son will know my story. Until then I will love him and remind him every time his mind remembers, that I love him. I always wanted him. And I fought the confines of my disordered mind to get back to him. It was like climbing Everest except inside a star.

Now I’m watching him take apart this nerf gun and put it back together. I like that he does that.

He said he has imaginary moms. Some are robots and some are animals. They were there when I wasn’t. The brain is magnificent. Whether he’s like me or not is less of importance because whomever and however he exists he will be loved. Accepted. Heard and seen.

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 20

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

The man slowly approached me as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Oh good, you're not screaming anymore" He chuckled to himself. "So Y/N.. Care for a quick conversation?"

I stayed silent in Dr Crane's orders and just starred at him.

"That's a nice outfit you got on there" He grinned a grin which looked friendly but I knew he wasn't. "Alright..." He accepted my silence to his compliment. "So what happened to your mother huh?" He waited for my response again but I didn't speak. "Oh so you don't talk now? Come on, you can trust me." Another moment of silence. "You know, I knew your mother in high school... I loved her so much. But, she chose your father over me." He sighed. "But now that I am looking at you, you look a lot like her when she was your age. Just as beautiful and sexy as she was."

Still not a single sound from me. I wanted to scream and run but I couldn't. My body was too frozen in fear now to move.

"Still nothing to say? Huh? Answer me!" His face became noticeably more angry. "Talk to me you crazy bitch! Or I'll have both you and Crane arrested."

He got closer and closer to me, becoming more aggressive, a lust type of aggressive.

"Beautiful crazy bitch.." He said under his breath. "Come on baby say something to me."

My blood levels began to rise as anger and fear grew in me.

"Do you want me to have to force you?"

Silence. But with tears welling in my eyes from the yelling.

"Nothing? Okay... yeah you're coming with me" The man grabbed onto me roughly and threw me onto the floor. The impact with my back hitting the concrete floor so forcefully took my breath away. I kicked and squirmed. "Stop moving you bitch! It will be over soon don't you worry." He had an evil grin on his face while he violated me. Touching me and trying to handcuffing me.

I spat on him, right in his ugly face.

He sat there over top of me for a moment. He brought his hand to his face where he put his finger in my saliva and looked back down at it on his finger. His anger increased as his eyes came back down to me. His hand came down with all his force as he slapped me. He slapped and punched me -hardly- over and over. So much I began to go unconscious.

Suddenly the steel door opened and the hissing sound of gas was released. My scarecrow had returned to save me.

"A member of the police committing such a crime? What a pathetic, serious man. Absolutely sick." Johnathan's voice grew lower and distorted to Detective Bullock. Bullock screamed in terror as the gas entered his brain. "Do you what my opinion? You need to lighten up." He through a lit match onto Bullock, making his clothing burst into flames. He screams as the flames begins to reach his skin. I watch as he begins to slowly burn alive, screaming in absolute terror. I crawled behind Johnathan. We both watched momentarily as the detectives skin bubbled and pealed.

Johnathan lifted me from the floor and ran back to his office with me in his arms.

"Oh my sweet baby" Johnathan ripped off his mask holding me in his arms. My face was numb and began to bruise. I could barely see him in front of me. He truly was devastated seeing this happen to me.

He kissed my bruising cheek gently and held me very close. I closed my eyes and sobbed in pain in his arms.

Johathan lowered me onto a chair after a minute and kissed me once more. "I'll be right back". He whispered.

He left me in his office and walked back to my cell. Bullock had managed to stop the fire and charged at Johnathan once he saw him. But before he was able to damage Johnathan, Johnathan had his head in his hands, slamming it against the brick wall. Over and over he brutally beat the detective to death with his bare hands. He was slamming, punching and stomping onto his head until his skull bursted and his blood and brains spilled out onto the floor. But even after, he didn't stop. He continued to rip his body apart with his bare hands. Johnathan pulled away his skin and smushed his exposed organs in his fists. Like an animal.

There could never be enough punishment for this man, because no touches Johnathans girl.

I waited for Johnathan to return. I held my face in my hands and continued to sob.

Finally after 20 minutes he came back to me, with blood on his hands and shirt. He quickly came over to me, wiping his hands then holding my face in his hands. He looked so devastated and angry. "Are you okay?" He examined my face for any cuts. I nodded. "He won't touch you again, I promise."

"Is he dead?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, very dead."

"How did you know he was going to hurt me?"

"I have cameras in every room here. I was watching since the moment he entered."

"Are you going to go to jail?"

"No. I have some of the most smartest men on my team to stage the whole scene. You and I will be okay my sweet."

"Dr Crane!" A nurse bursted through his office door. "There's more police here"

Johnathan followed the nurse out of his office. I heard him say something to the nurse as he was closing the door.

"Let them out. All of them."

The nurse sprinted to the security room where she hit a button, unlocking every cell.

The homicidal patients ran from the cells and throughout the entire asylum. Large groups of police and SWAT ran throughout the building, shooting and yelling.

I ran and hid under Johnathans desk, holding my hands over my ears and closing my eyes.

The only sounds I could hear was the sound of the lunatic patients screaming, and gun shots.

Even with the patients being shot they still ran and screamed, ripping the skin from the police's face. They were like immortal monsters.

Johnathan stayed locked in the security room with the nurse watching it all happen in the cameras. He grinned while his little pets ripped the limbs from the officers.

"Doctor, they're becoming out of control" The nurse complained.

"Let them, if you want to keep your life. Now go get those officers out of here now! Tell them the security systems malfunctioned and it's not safe. And go get Y/N and bring her to me."

"Yes sir" the nurse sprinted out from security to his office. "Y/N, sweetie" She called out. I stood up from under his desk. "Come on, come with me." She took my hand and brought me down the hall to Johnathan.

"Thank you. Now get them out of here" Johnathan said to her as she brought me in.

"Yes sir."

"Hey hunny, come here" He held his arms out. I walked over to him and sat onto his lap. "Are you hurt?"

"No" I looked over the screen and seen what the patients and police had been doing.

"They will be out of here soon don't you worry" Johnathan insured. I watched as the cameras became more and more empty. Of both police and patients. "My nurses here are some of the best. The floor should be cleared in just another few minutes."

"Why don't they hurt her?" I asked while I saw the nurse take them back to their cells. "The patients"

"She's good at her job. And not everyone here is a complete monster. Only when I tell them to."

I laid my head down onto his chest, still watching the cameras. Skinless bodies were seen scattered in every single one.

Normally I would be terrified in a situation like this, but I knew I was safe in his arms. He would never let any man touch his precious girl. Not ever again.

[gummysharklover]

POP PRINCESS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ !

masterlist ! part two !

summary: ᯓ˚࿔ you're a world famous pop star; you and schlatt start off on the wrong foot

notes: ᯓ˚࿔ rollercoaster of both angst and fluff ᯓ˚࿔ ultra fem!pop star!reader (she/her prns) ᯓ˚࿔ reader: has hair that's can be put in a ponytail, is implied to be shorter than schlatt, and is implied to be able to fit into his clothes ᯓ˚࿔ use of y/n ᯓ˚࿔ asshole schlatt (who lives in austin, but is visiting la for chuckle week!) ᯓ˚࿔ ted is so cutesy ᯓ˚࿔ i hope you guys love reading this as much as i loved writing it! ᯓ˚࿔ if anybody wants to see some of the things ive created for this fic (#lore) please lmk and ill be happy to share! ᯓ˚࿔ so much thanks to my lovely mutuals who helped me work on this and give me ideas and such! ᯓ˚࿔ not proofread! ᯓ˚࿔ this is not the end of pop princess! there are mini fics to come! :D

wc: ᯓ˚࿔ 6.8k

Schlatt isn't sure how he got here, but he's stuck in a cramped house that's blaring shitty music, wondering where Ted wandered off to.

Then somebody bumps into him, and his drink nearly sloshes out of the red solo cup in his hand.

"Watch where you're going!" He yells, looking down at you with a scowl.

As you meet his eyes, a weird spark ignites in your heart. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," You frown, feeling the tension between you two.

"Well, maybe use that brain of yours next time, huh?" He sneers before turning around and walking away from whoever the hell you are.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

This party sucks, you determine. You've been here for two hours, and the most exciting thing that's happened is mystery man yelling at you. You keep looking around the crowded house for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Shaking your head, you decide to focus on your upcoming concert. You're going to perform a new, unreleased song, and you're nervous about it. So nervous that you accidentally bumped into mystery man.

Your head was running wild with thoughts.

What if you mess up the words?

What if they all hate it?

What if you start trending for all the wrong reasons?!

You sigh, taking a swig of the drink in your hand—you can't afford to psych yourself out like this.

Backstage, you're seated in the makeup chair, your nerves palpable. The anticipation is almost suffocating.

"Tonight's the big night," Your manager calls out, and you let out a measly squeak in response.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Remind me why I'm here again?" Schlatt spits out at Ted, who is thoroughly enjoying himself with a drink in his hand, face slightly red because he's forgotten to wear sunscreen.

"Because I won tickets on the radio!" He smiles, "Also, I have a surprise for you!"

Schlatt scowls, "What."

Ted pulls out a shirt with your album cover on it. The back reads: "The Candy Coated Love Tour, SoFi Stadium."

"You bought me a shirt?" Schlatt's jaw is wide open.

Ted smiles, "Wear it."

"Wear it?"

Ted gives him a playful death stare, "Put the shirt on. Now."

Throwing his head back, Schlatt groans before taking the shirt and putting it on over his sweater, "There. Ya happy, Ted? Ya happy I'm wearing the pop princess's fifty-dollar t-shirt?"

Ted grins, "Why, yes, yes I am, my good friend. I am thrilled."

Then the lights dim, and Schlatt is surprised to hear an electric guitar.

"I thought you said this girl was a pop artist, Ted."

"This is her opener, Pretty Little Picture. They're pretty hardcore," Ted shrugs.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The stage is bathed in a warm, pink light, and the air is filled with the excited chatter of the audience. About another half-hour goes by before you come out on stage. You can hear your heartbeat as you stand behind the stage curtains. As they begin to open slowly, you reveal one leg, and the crowd roars as they spot your signature pink heel.

Schlatt's eyes go wide as he studies your face, realization dawning on him.

"Ted," He mutters to his friend, "Ted, I yelled at that girl."

Ted looks gobsmacked, "You yelled at a world-famous popstar?"

Schlatt nods, "Remember when you dragged me to that party? Well, she bumped into me, and I might have yelled at her."

You're performing Corner Store when your eyes scan the front row. A little girl sits with her mom; her pink tiara matches the rest of her fuschia ensemble. You wave at her with a smile—feeling warmth fill your heart as she giggles and waves back with the biggest grin.

After Corner Store, you address the audience.

"Thank you all for being here tonight," You begin, and Schlatt scoffs.

Ted gives him a stern stare, "What's that for?"

"She's so full of bullshit. I can tell."

Ted groans, "Just try and have some fun?"

Schlatt glowers, "I just don't see the appeal. She's just another pop star. What's the big deal?"

As you reach the part of your set where you perform your new song, you're determined not to falter. But fate has other plans. You spot your mystery man in the audience, and his harsh words flood your memory, causing your hands to shake. You miss a beat, your voice faltering. A murmur of confusion ripples through the crowd, and you feel your eyes begin to sting.

"She can't even sing right," Schlatt scoffs, and Ted wants to slap him.

"Dude, she had a slip-up. Give her some grace." He focuses on you, willing you to recover.

You regain your footing as you look at the crowd, decked out in their fabulous outfits. But, when the night is over, you stand backstage and begin to cry. Your manager comes up to you, blissfully unaware of your tears.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"What was up with that?" Your manager asks.

And you know exactly what Chris is referring to.

"He was in the crowd," You sniffle, "And it threw me off."

Your manager looks at you confused, "Who?"

You throw your head back and groan in frustration, "Whatever. It's fine. I'll do better tomorrow night," You promise.

"You better be."

The next night unfolds seamlessly, and as the crowd sings along to your songs, all your fears and worries dissolve. The joy and relief are overwhelming, and you're reminded of why you love this in the first place. The smiles you see are blinding, and your cheeks hurt from smiling back at them.

You go on your phone and open social media, flooded with pictures of yourself—captions about your performances at SoFi Stadium and how you did fantastic. You smile to yourself.

On your way to brunch, you run into dozens of fans, stopping to talk to and hug each one, signing papers and t-shirts. Schlatt spots you from the restaurant he sits in, rolling his eyes. Ted turns around to see what his friend is looking at. "Oh my god! She's here!"

Schlatt scoffs, "Yeah, unfortunately."

And to Ted's surprise, you make your way over to their table.

When you arrive, you stop and smile at both of them.

"Hi!" Ted greets, "I'm Ted." He reaches his hand out and says, "Huge fan!"

You smile at him, "Y/n, nice to meet you, Ted." And then you turn to your mystery man, "Hey," You timidly smile. Schlatt doesn't acknowledge you until Ted kicks his shin under the table.

"You're here," He scowls.

You smile at him despite this, and it makes something in Schlatt burn with anger, "Look, we got off on the wrong foot the other night. I'm truly sorry for bumping into you, and I'd like to start over."

Schlatt cocks a brow at you, "And why would you like to do that?"

"Because," You say, reaching your hand out, "I think there's more to you than the grouch who yelled at me. My name is Y/n. It's nice to meet you..."

Schlatt chuckles, "You're persistent, I'll give you that. He reaches his hand out, accepting your handshake, "Schlatt. It's nice to meet you, too, Y/n."

"Would you..." Ted pipes in, "Would you like our phone numbers?"

You pleasantly gasp, "I would love to be in contact with you two!"

You walk back to your table after exchanging numbers with Ted, giddy that you've made a new friend and that your mystery man doesn't completely hate you.

Teddy🧸: Hey, we're having a party. Interested in coming over? I can introduce you to some of my friends!

You: Sure! Send me the address, and I'll be there ASAP!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You walk into the apartment and immediately spot Ted playing cup-pong. Trying to ignore the murmurs, you approach him and tap him on the shoulder. Turning around, Ted practically shouts at your arrival. He shouts your name and attempts to dap you up. You giggle as he drunkenly misses your hand. Schlatt swears he can hear the shrill noise from miles away, and he rolls his eyes as he spots your pretty pink outfit. Despite this, he lumbers over to you and Ted.  

"Pop princess, what're you doing here?"

You turn to see Schlatt, smiling as you do, "Schlatt! How are you?"

"You've got a lot of makeup on. You really get somebody to do your hair and makeup for a stupid party?"

You shake your head, "No. I did it all myself!" You smile at him.

Schlatt lets his guard down for a split second, looking impressed over anything, "Well... You look like a clown. You should tone it down next time."

Ted glares at Shlatt, "Stop being mean."

Schlatt stares down into his cup, "Sorry," He murmurs.

It's truly a bad habit, but you can't help yourself from opening your phone right when you wake up. Your Twitter feed is filled with pictures of you at last night's party—captions suggesting that you have a new boyfriend, popular streamer Ted Nivison. You cock your head, muttering, "Ted's a streamer?"

Opening Google, you enter Ted's name and thousands of results pop up. Not only is he a streamer, but he has a YouTube channel, and then you find out he has a podcast. You binge them the rest of the day.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You: Hi Teddy! How are you?

Teddy🧸: I'm good! How are you?

You: I'm good. Kinda tired. Those shows are no joke.

Teddy🧸: I believe it! But I'm sure you're killing it each night!"

You: Thank you, Teddy! You're so sweet! Have you seen the stuff on Twitter about us?

Teddy🧸: I try and stay off the cesspool. What are they saying?

You: Fair! And they're saying that we're a couple. Isn't that funny?

Teddy🧸: It is! Also, I GTG, talk later!

Schlatt clears his throat, "What's so funny, Tedward?"

Ted looks up at his computer screen, "Y/n is texting me. Apparently, we're all over Twitter."

Schlatt rolls his eyes, "You're really seriously ignoring me and this wonderful podcast for Pop Princess?"

"She has a name, Schlatt."

"What was it again? I forgot."

Ted rolls his eyes.

You groan as your alarm blares, hiding your head under your pillow. After snoozing it about five times, you decide to get up. As usual, you check your phone. You have a missed call from Ted. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you call him back.

"Y/n!" He exclaims, half shocked that you called him back.

"Teddy! Did you need something?"

You hear Ted release a deep breath, "So, Schlatt and I have a podcast—"

"I know!" You light up

"You... know?"

You giggle, practically able to hear the gears turning in his head, "I looked you up. And maybe I watched a ton of episodes of Chuckle Sandwich."

Ted is speechless; not only does he have the phone number of a world-famous pop star, but you have watched his stupid podcast that he makes with his idiot best friend. "Well... did you like it?"

"No, Ted. I hated it, so I watched almost every episode." You say, words drenched in sarcasm.

"You scared me for a second. Almost had a heart attack! But, back to why I called, do you want to be on an episode?"

You beam, "Of course I do!"

"Great! That's... great! Does tomorrow work?"

You nod furiously, "Yes! What time would you like me?"

"Does twelve work? We can grab lunch and then film?"

"That sounds amazing, Teddy! Thank you!"

"It's entirely my pleasure."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You arrive at the restaurant, and you see Ted waiting in excitement. Across him is Schlatt, who is looking down at his phone.

Schlatt looks up at the sound of your heels clacking on the linoleum flooring.

"Teddy!" You greet as he stands up to hug you. Beside him is a man you recognize as Tucker. You outstretch your hand and introduce yourself.

The only open seat is next to Schlatt, who barely acknowledges you.

"Hi, Schlatt. It's nice to see you again," You smile at him.

He glances at you, "You know, Ted didn't tell me you were our guest until about ten minutes ago."

"I only did that because I knew you wouldn't agree if I told you beforehand," Ted clarifies before looking at you, "Don't mind him. He had a bad morning."

Schlatt throws his head back, "Oh, don't even get me started. But I think this afternoon is going to be better," He turns to look at you, "Not because you're here, but because we're at Korean barbeque. Beef bulgogi, here I come. You like Korean barbeque, right?" He's testing you, trying to determine if he should trust you.

"Who doesn't?" You answer, flipping the menu open.

Schlatt looks at Ted, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide open. "She likes Korean barbeque," He mouths with a thumbs-up.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Schlatt almost walks into a pole, too enamored by the swinging of your ponytail as you walk to the studio. He cocks his head, almost admiring you.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Once you're settled in at the studio, Schlatt finally asks his burning question.

"So, Pop Princess," He lets out a sigh, "What's in the fucking bag?"

You smile, "Well... You were at my concert the other night, so you might have noticed all the pink tiaras."

Schlatt looks wary, "Yes, unfortunately, I was at your concert. And, yes, I did notice all the pink tiaras."

"Well, I brought some for you!" You beam, and Schlatt hates how happy you look. He's so furious, in fact, that he can't stop staring at you. You pull one out and give it to Ted, "And I'd really enjoy—" You duck down again to pull out the second tiara. Getting up and handing it to Tucker, you continue, "If you wore them right now!"

Finally, you pull out a third tiara. Schlatt looks at you, then at the tiara, then back at you again, "I am not wearing that."

"But I even brought one for me," You pout.

Schlatt wearily takes the tiara, and he hates how you light up, "Don't get too excited. I'm not putting this shit on," He scowls.

"Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich," Ted says as you and Schlatt stare at one another. You're visibly sad, and something in Schlatt hates it more than when you're happy, but he doesn't admit it to himself—not yet.

"Okay. Thank you for taking it, at least," You sadly smile at him.

When you turn away from Schlatt, you see Ted and Tucker wearing the tiaras, and you gleam with excitement—a childish giggle escaping your lips.

Ted joyfully laughs as he notices your delight, "Hello, Chucklers, welcome back to another episode of the podcast."

Schlatt places the tiara on one of his legs. Clapping his hands together, he introduces you, "Today, we have a very un-special guest. Uh, you might recognize her—she's a Pop Princess who goes by the name of Y/n L/n," He turns to you, "Welcome to Chuckle Sandwich, I guess."

You beam, "Hi!" Schlat hates the little wave you do at the camera as you put your tiara on, "I'm very excited to be here!"

"That makes one of us," Schlatt murmurs.

"Schlatt," Ted puts on his low, warning voice, "Play nice."

Schlatt just childishly crosses his arms and slumps down in his chair.

"I brought something else for you, Schlatt."

That gains his attention, "What?"

You reach back into the bag and raise your middle finger. Schlatt's mouth gapes as you reveal your hand. He looks at the camera, takes the tiara, and places it on his head.

"Audio listeners, love you to death," Ted begins, "Our Pop Princess has just flipped grumpy 'ol Schlatt off, who is now wearing a tiara."

After a good ten seconds of staring at the camera with his mouth wide open, you speak, "You're going to catch flies."

He shuts his mouth immediately and turns to look at you, "Oh, shut up."

"No, you shut up." You retort.

"Oh, we got a real clever one over here," Schlatt points his thumb at you while looking at the camera, "Honestly, Ted, thank you for bringing Pop Princess here. It's so nice to hear her genius."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Your smile is saccharine.

Ted nervously runs his hand through his hair.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Hey, Schlatt, I have a question for you."

Schlatt wearily side-eyes you, "What?"

"Look, it's a would-you-rather question, okay?"

Schlatt slowly nods.

"Okay," you take a deep breath. "Would you rather have unlimited bacon but no more games, or games—" You turn to face him fully, "Unlimited games, but no more games?"

Ted stares in shock, while Schlatt just sits and stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

You try to hold in your laughter, "Well? Which one?"

"I guess I'll have to go with the bacon," He shrugs.

"Really?"

"Well... yeah. You get unlimited bacon."

You tilt your head, "But no more video games."

"But, unlimited bacon." You stare at each other for a few beats of silence before he speaks again, "What would you choose?"

"Unlimited games, but no more games."

He looks gobsmacked, "But you get no more video games."

"Wrong," You smile, "Saying "no more games" implies that I'm allowed to have unlimited games and no more than unlimited games."

Ted smiles so hard his cheeks hurt.

Schlatt shakes his head, "No. That's not— no! No."

"Do you know what a pleonasm is?" You ask.

Schlatt shakes his head.

"The latter half of your question—or, rather, the question from inbox—is simply that, a pleonasm. A pleonasm is when you add more words than needed to make the question or statement more confusing."

Schlatt looks impressed more than anything, "Maybe you do have some brains."

You smile, "I do."

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"Okay, so the podcast is coming to an end," Ted announces, "So we have a very special question that we ask all of our guests," He looks to Schlatt, "Care to ask the question?"

"So... The Chuckle Sandwich is made of two things. I am the mayo."

"And I am the butt ends of the bread holding the sandwich together," Ted adds.

"So, Pop Princess, what part of the sandwich are you?"

You look at the camera, "You know, I've been thinking about this question, and I think I came up with a definitive answer. I am the pink heart-shaped sprinkles."

Schlatt furrows his brows, "You don't put sprinkles on a sandwich."

"I do." You respond.

Schlatt pretends to spit, "Nobody wants your stupid sprinkles on our sandwich."

You scowl, "Your sandwich is literally mayo on bread. You need something fun."

Schlatt looks around the room, "Somebody call security! This woman is going mad!"

"Oh, I'm the mad one?"

Ted looks into the camera, interrupting you and Schlatt bickering, "And that's all we have time for, folks. See you next episode, chucklers! Bye!"

You and Schlatt are practically yelling nonsense at each other at this point, but then you start to smile, and so does he, and you feel your heart rate pick up because he looks so beautiful with this genuine smile on his face—the one that's never been directed at you before.

"You..." You bite the inside of your cheek, "You have a nice smile," You whisper.

Then his smile falters, and you're worried that you've said something wrong—worried that he hates you now.

But then he smiles again, softer, "Yours isn't bad either."

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You're back at the hotel room, ready to unwind, when your phone dings.

Unknown number: Thanks for the tiara

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Schlatt. Ted gave me your number. You aren't half bad.

You stare at your phone for a second in shock, unsure of what to say.

You: Neither are you. Talk later?

Unknown number: Yeah. We'll talk later.

You: Bye, Schlatt :)

Unknown number: Bye, Pop Princess.

You: I'm leaving in two days.

Teddy🧸: I have to say, this is rather upsetting.

You: I'm really going to miss you guys. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow before I leave? Because the following day, I'll be up super early to catch an early flight.

Teddy🧸: Let me check with Schlatt!

You: Sounds good!

Desperate to soothe your nerves, you scramble around your hotel room, continuing to pack up. Your heart jumps with each notification you get.

Then you get a call.

"Teddy?" You answer.

"Schlatt can't do tomorrow, but he can do later today. Does that work?"

"In how long?"

"A couple hours. He said we could go for ice cream. You in?"

You gleam, "I'm so completely in."

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You sigh as your hands flitter around in a rush, messing with your hair for the fifth time in the past three minutes. It's just not cooperating with you today, and you frown.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You stride to Ted and Schlatt with a warm smile, "Hi!" You greet.

Ted smiles back, standing to engulf you in a hug, "Nice to see you again."

You walk over to Schlatt, extending your hand to him, "Schlatt."

Shaking your hand, he's focused on your hair, "Your hair looks nice."

Your body fills with warmth, "Thank you. It was being difficult, and frankly, I don't like how it turned out, but I'm glad you enjoy it!"

Schlatt laughs a little and looks down at your hands, still in a handshake. Upon the realization that you've been shaking hands with him for well over a minute, you quickly pull your hand back to your side.

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"I'm going to miss you guys," You frown as you say goodbye to your new friends.

After hugging Ted, you go to shake hands with Schlatt, but to your surprise, he hugs you.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Pop Princess," He whispers, and you feel like you're going to tear up.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As you board the plane the next morning, you decide to text Schlatt and Ted.

You: Boarding the flight now!

Teddy🧸: Have a safe flight!

Schlatt: Yeah, have a good flight!

You smile down at your phone when you get a separate text message.

Schlatt: Text me when you land. Have to make sure our Pop Princess gets to her destination safely.

You smile until you fall asleep.

Your episode of Chuckle Sandwich is uploaded during your first day in Austin. It's titled: "The World's Pop Princess Did WHAT To Schlatt?" And the thumbnail is a picture of Schlatt with his mouth wide open in the typical YouTuber clickbait pose. You laugh as you click on the video. It's weird seeing yourself sit there, and you fear the look of adoration as you stare at Schlatt is obvious.

Your suspicions are confirmed as you scroll down to the comments. Half of them are talking about you and Schlatt—how you look at each other, how he bickers with you, how you banter back.

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You've felt so alone in Austin the past couple of weeks, so your manager decides it's time for you to go to a party. You're not thrilled as you walk into the venue; the lights too bright, and the music loud enough to give you a headache. After about ten meaningless conversations, you decide you need a drink. You're about four drinks in when you see a familiar figure. Stumbling over, you tap the person on the back.

"Schlatt?" You slur.

He turns around, a confused look on his face, "What're you doin' here?"

"It is you!" And the look you give him makes part of his heart melt.

You swear he looks concerned, "Are you drunk?"

"Maybe," You giggle out.

Schlatt rolls his eyes, turning away from you for a second. He whispers something to the person he was talking to, then turns back to you, "How much have you had to drink?"

"It's so good to see you," You smile, tears welling in your eyes, "I know we text, but it doesn't feel the same," And that's when the first tear falls, "And—"

Schlatt looks at you with so much adoration that you wonder if your drunk mind is playing tricks on you, "Don't cry. 'M not worth cryin' over," He wipes your tears away with his thumbs, "It's okay."

You shake your head with a pout, "No, it's not. I've missed you so much."

"Doll, I swear it's okay. Let's get you to your hotel room, okay?"

You frown harder, "Don't wanna be alone."

"I'll take you back to my place, and you can sleep there. How does that sound?"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As you talk on the phone, Schlatt's arm is around your waist, guiding you to his car.

"Chris, I'm leaving the party. And I don't need a car to pick me up. 'M goin' home with a friend."

Schlatt can't hear what your manager is saying, but based on your reaction, you're not a fan.

"He's the one I met in L.A., Chris. Stop being dramatic," You sigh, "No, the grouchy one."

Schlatt smiles at your description of him.

"I'll be fine. I'll call you in the morning," You pretend to gag, "He's the worst sometimes."

"Okay, pretty one, let's get you in the car."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Schlatt," You whine, looking at him with those sad eyes—bottom lip jutted out.

"Yes?" He murmurs.

"Can't take my shoes off," You look down at your strappy heels, then back to him, "Will you do it?"

You watch as he crouches down, uniting your heels and softly removing them.

"Your feet must hurt," He frowns.

"'M sore all over," You pout.

"Do you want to have a bath? I've got the salts and everything."

You giggle, "Been sniffin' 'em?"

Schlatt nods, "You got it exactly right, doll."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You sleepily walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy robe. "Schlatt, I keep a mini hairbrush in my purse. Can you get it for me?"

He rummages through your purse to grab it, "You can just..." He looks at you, "Just call me Jay."

"Jay," You mutter, the name feeling slightly unnatural as it rolls off your tongue.

"You want me to brush your hair, doll?" Schlatt says, hairbrush in hand.

You nod sweetly, "I'd love that, Jay."

He instructs you to sit on the bed, facing away from him. He brushes your hair with expertise, starting from the bottom and working his way up. You hum with delight, and Schlatt is sure it's sweeter than your giggle.

"There you go, pretty girl. Hair's all brushed out."

You look back at him, "Can you braid it?"

"I don't know how to braid, doll."

Your heart flutters for the umpteenth time at the pet name, "It's easy. I can show you how?" You offer.

When Schlatt finishes braiding your hair, you ask for clothes you can wear to bed.

Schlatt runs a hand through his hair, "Yeah. What..." He swallows nervously, shaking his head to try and get out of his anxious haze, "What kind of clothes? I've got some sweats you can wear—or some shorts. Really, whatever you want, I've probably got it," He rambles.

"Shorts and a sweater would be nice," You smile.

He leaves you to change, and when he comes back, he's sure he sees an angel lying on his bed.

"I'm gonna head to bed, doll," He says, but he's met with your sad pout,

"Where are you going?"

"To the couch," He shrugs like it's obvious.

You look like you're about to burst into tears, "But why?"

Schlatt tilts his head, confused, "So I can sleep."

"You can just sleep here—in the bed with me."

You take his silence as rejection, sniffling quietly.

"Don't cry, pretty girl. I'll— I'll sleep here with you. Okay?"

You look up at him, "Really?"

He nods, peeling the bedding back and laying down beside you.

After a few moments of silence, you hum, "G'night, Jay."

"Goodnight, pretty girl. Sweet dreams," He mutters back.

You wake up the next morning with a raging headache. Groaning, you rub your eyes, and the night before comes flooding back into your memory. You open your eyes, turning to see Schlatt softly snoring.

"Jay," You mutter, to which he groans unintelligibly.

"Jay, get up," You mumble a little louder.

He grumbles again.

"Jay, I told Chris I would meet him at the hotel in half an hour. You need to get up."

Schlatt sits up, attempting to blink the exhaustion away, "Who's Chris?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, "You're being very loud."

"Sorry," He whispers, "Who's Chris?" He repeats.

"My manager."

Schlatt nods, finally looking at you, and he hates himself—he hates himself because he let you stay the night, and now he can't stop imagining what it'd be like to wake up next to you every day.

"Do you need me to drive you to the hotel?" He asks.

"'S okay, Jay. I'll have a car pick me up here. Can I return your clothes another time?"

"Yeah," Schlatt nods, but deep down, he wants to tell you that you can keep them—that you can take every single piece of clothing he owns and keep it, and he would only buy you more.

Schlatt calls Ted the second you've left.

"I'm in deep shit."

"What?" Schlatt can hear the confusion in Ted's voice.

"I'm in love with her, man," He rubs a hand over his face, "I'm so fucked."

"Slow down. Who are you in love with?"

Schlatt deadpans, "Who do you think?"

"No shot," Ted laughs, "You're in love with her? Seriously?"

"She came up to me drunk last night, and I took her back here and took care of her. I—" Schlatt sighs, "I'm in love with her, man."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chris tells you to meet him in your room, and when you open the door, you're met with him pacing the length of the bedroom.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He brazenly shouts.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, "Stop yelling. I have a headache."

"I don't care! You and that guy are all over the press!" Chris sighs.

You glare at him, "His name is Schlatt, and he's a very nice man."

"Well, say goodbye to him."

Your heart drops with your expression, "What?"

Chris looks at you like you're stupid, "Say goodbye to him. He's not good for PR."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? He's not good for PR. Besides, I have a boyfriend lined up for you already."

"A boyfriend? I don't need a boyfriend!"

"I'm doing what's best for your career. I don't want you to be seen with him again. Do you understand me?"

You feel defeated, "Yeah, I understand."

"You're a good sport. Now, get ready. It's time to meet your boyfriend."

You slump your shoulders, "Give me an hour."

"A car will be waiting for you downstairs."

You turn to look at Chris, "What's his name?" You whisper.

"Kaleb, Nelson."

And you feel dread and begin to eat away at your exhausted body. "Like... the movie star?"

"Yes. The movie star," Chris says before walking out of your room, leaving you to wallow in pity.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jay <3: You get there safe?

You look at your phone and frown.

You: Yeah. Thank you for last night.

Jay <3: No need to thank me.

You: I have a question.

Jay <3: And what's that?

You: You kept calling me 'pretty girl' last night.

Schlatt grows nervous; he was sure you wouldn't have remembered.

You: Did you mean it?

Jay <3: Yes, I did, pretty girl.

Your eyes sting with tears as you read the message over and over again.

Schlatt smiles, feeling at peace, seeing the little heart bubble pop up at his message.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You don't want to meet Kaleb. You don't care about Kaleb. Kaleb can go die in a ditch for all you care! You slam your hand down on the bathroom counter in frustration. This is stupid, you think. Chris has your best interest in mind, so why are you so upset? Shaking your head, you re-focus on your makeup.  

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Don't look so happy," Chris jokes as you get in the car—you don't find it funny.

"Out of everybody in the world, you had to choose him."

"You're a good match! Lighten up!"

You glower at him, "A good match? Nobody's buying that. Nobody's going to buy this stupid relationship. For Christ's sake, I've never even interacted with him before!"

"That's why we're taking it slow," Chris explains. You're going to lunch with him today, and tomorrow, you'll be spotted out and about."

"I don't want to do this, Chris."

"It's what's best for your career."

You're silent momentarily, trying to decide what to say, "What if I want what's best for me?"

Chris only laughs, patting your leg.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Kaleb is there to greet you when you step out of the car, and you feel like you'll be sick when he goes in for a hug. Reluctantly, you hug him back with a weak smile.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Schlatt feels his phone ding.

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Check Twitter. Look who's trending.

He furrows his brows, clicking the app open. He smiles when he sees your name trending, proud that you've created such a buzz again. Then, he reads the rest of the tag.

"Kaleb fucking Nelson?"

He's sure that Kaleb isn't your type. In fact, Schlatt's sure he's your type, and Kaleb looks nothing like him. He's bleach-blond with stark blue eyes, and Schlatt recalls something you said on the podcast.

"Some people with blue eyes and blond hair scare me," You giggle.

He remembers how you looked at him when he agreed with you—how could he be so stupid? Your pupils were practically hearts.

You don't text Schlatt for a few days, the guilt that's eating at you growing by the second.

Schlatt is obsessively checking Twitter and Instagram. He opens Kaleb's profile and clicks on his story. There's a picture of you smiling with a bouquet—it's captioned: My girl <3

You: Hi, Jay :)

Jay <3: Hey.

You: How are you?

Jay <3: Fine.

You frown at the text. And it goes on like this for a few more days. His responses are short—they're dry. You don't like it.

You: Is Schlatt okay?

Teddy🧸: Yeah, he's doing okay. Why, what's up?

You: He's been weird.

Teddy🧸: How so?

You: One-worded answers, void of emotion, etc etc. Did I do something wrong?

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: [Attatchment: 1 Image]

Theodore Kennedy Nivison: Dude. You're hurting her feelings.

Schlatt sighs, throwing his phone on his bed.

It's the week of your shows, and you feel like absolute shit. You don't like Kaleb. He's touchy and... offputting. But you have a show to put on, so you scroll through your tag on Twitter to see everybody's amazing outfits, and it brings you some peace. At least you'll be out there doing something you love.

Schlatt checks Kaleb's Instagram story again, and his heart squeezes as he sees a picture of you on stage with your million-dollar smile. He shuts his phone off and takes a sip of whiskey.

As well as night one went, you're equally, if not more, nervous tonight. Kaleb was being particularly annoying tonight, and you nearly lost it. So, you decide to check your Twitter tag again. You smile at the sea of pink, and then you see his face. He's front row, wearing the tiara you gave him weeks ago. You feel your heart jump as you see his million-dollar smile.

Schlatt is annoyed by the amount of people who have come up to him, and he denies a picture with all of them. He's here to see his Pop Princess, not to be pestered. There will undoubtedly be posts about how rude he is on Twitter, but he doesn't care. He only cares about seeing you perform. Part of him is restless, bouncing his leg. You haven't had a real conversation in about a week and a half. What if you hate him now? Then, his phone buzzes.

Pop Princess: Nice tiara, doofus <3

"Fuck yeah," He mutters.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

As the lights dim and the first notes of your opening song play, you hear the crowd roar, their cheers intensifying as they spot your signature pink heel.

You scan the front row for Schlatt—he's not hard to spot, especially with the tiara. He grins at you, and you feel yourself smile a genuine smile for the first time in what feels like forever.

At the end of the concert, Schlatt is sad to hear your final goodbye. He sits in his seat for a moment, thinking about all his interactions with you. Then he feels a tap on his shoulder, and all of a sudden, a tall man dressed in all black is escorting him away from the crowd.

"Dude, look, I know I joke about bombs a lot, but I swear I don't have one!"

The security guard gives him a look of confusion.

Then Schlatt realizes where he's being taken.

As soon as he sees you, you light up.

"Jay!" You run over and hug him like he's about to disappear.

He laughs, embracing you, "I still don't get how you dance in those heels."

You see Chris making his way over to you, "Go to the bathroom."

Schlatt looks at you, confused, "What?"

You point to the bathroom, "Go. Now!"

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Who was that?" Chris asks.

"Nobody. There was nobody here."

He narrows his eyes at you, "Who was that?"

You ignore him, making your way to the bathroom.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"Why are we in the bathroom?" Schlatt asks.

"I have a boyfriend," You spit out.

And, just like that, Schlatt is snapped back into reality, "Yeah, I saw that."

"We're not actually dating. It's all for PR, and—" You shake your head, "I hate him. I'm so miserable, Jay."

And Schlatt feels horrible. You've needed support this whole time, and he's been doing what? Wallowing in self-pity? Drinking his feelings? Ignoring your texts?

He feels like an asshole.

His brows crease, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You frown, "I was scared you'd hate me."

"Why would I hate you?"

"Well..." You're unsure what to say because your thinking was utterly irrational. There's no logical reason Schlatt would hate you after you got a PR boyfriend, "I'm not sure."

He looks at you so soft and sweet, "I could never hate you, pretty girl."

You stare at each other, and right when he's about to say something else, you hear Chris shout for you from outside.

"I have to go. So do you," And you want to say more, but you can't, and you suddenly understand what Juliet felt like.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You: It was nice seeing you today.

Jay <3: I've missed you, Pop Princess.

You: I've missed you, too.

You: Come to tomorrow's concert. There'll be a car at your place at 3.

Jay <3: Will do, pretty girl.

Schlatt is relatively familiar with your set, and he looks on in confusion as somebody brings a stool on stage. You're doing one of your outfit changes, and you're supposed to perform your unreleased song. Instead, you walk out with your guitar in an outfit he's never seen.

Sitting down, you don't address the audience; you simply begin to sing.

We stand worlds apart, bound by chains only we can see

I fight fate with trembling hands in hopes of what could be

You think back to the fight you had with Chris this morning.

"I like him!" You yell, "I don't care if you think it's bad for my image—it's what's good for me. He's what's good for me."

"What about Kaleb?" Chris argues.

"What about Kaleb?"

"He's your boyfriend!"

You angrily throw your hands up, "He's not my boyfriend. He's a douche that I can't stand! He makes me miserable!"

"He's what's best for your career!"

You feel something ignite in you, "No, he's not! How can I further my career if I'm miserable?"

Chris stares at you, "Your streams have increased since you started dating Kaleb. He's good for money."

That's when it clicks for you. Chris doesn't care about you—he never has. Your career has always been about money for him.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

"Look," Chris sighs, "I've looked into this 'Schlatt' guy. He's bad news."

"No, he's not!" You dispute.

I would give my life, I would take the fall I would risk it all, for my Forbidden love, my heart skips a beat Beneath the moonlight where I meet

"He's kind and caring!" You continue.

My forbidden love, they say you're no good But I would risk it all if it means we could

"He's not a good fit! He's crude and not what you need!" Chris yells.

"How would you know what I need?!" You shout back.

"I'm your manager! I know what's best for you!"

I would risk it all if it means we could I would risk it all if it means we could

"Not anymore. You're not my manager anymore. If you actually cared about anything other than money, you'd understand. You'd listen."

My forbidden love, they say you're wrong My forbidden love, they say we don't belong

Chris scoffs, "Fine. Have fun running your career into the ground with him."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You stand, tearing up as you lock eyes with Schlatt, who looks equally ruined. The crowd's cheers fade into background noise as you stare at one another.

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