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princesspastel8 · 3 months ago

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Chapter 65

Third POV

Police sirens can be heard, getting closer and closer to the home. The three go back to Eboni's room and climb down the window. Just as they were about to book it into the forest, a sound of a gun clocking. The three turn around, Eboni forced behind Jeff.

"Years, I waited. Fucking waited for this moment."

Eboni peeks around Jeff, sighing heavily. "....Michael? Really? How did you -"

"No one believed a word I said! I knew it was you that killed them, but I know you had help - and motive. Then we came across that kid you claimed raped you. Maaaaaaan, that was something gruesome! Smith still wouldn't listen to me! So I rain off, trusted my gut - now here we are!"

"Damn... you talk too much." BEN grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Jeff claps sarcastically, grinning. "Well, good job, dectivite! I bet this shit is feeding your ego juuuuust right - huh?" The smiling killer mocks.

"Yeah, keep smiling. I'm gonna have the last laugh! And you..." Michael trails off, glaring daggers at Eboni. "I knew you had a few screws loose. A crazy bitch like you should've been locked away in a mental institution ages ago!"

That is enough to make Jeff frown. He steps forward, making the male place a finger over his trigger. "I don't give a shit what you say about me, but you better watch your fucking mouth when it comes to what's mine."

Michael raises a brow, tilting his head. "Well, this just keeps getting better, huh!? I'll get to take away someone you care about - just like how you did me!"

Jeff stares at the male for a moment, huffing. "Gonna have to be more specific here. I have a lot of victims." He chuckles.

At this point, Micheal's face becomes red with anger. "You... YOU KILLED MY BROTHERS!"

Jeff picks at his ear, looking at BEN - the demon shrugging, not having a clue who this guy is still. "Ok? What makes you so fucking special?"

"Does the name Justin ring any bells?" Micheal questions, enjoying Jeff's reaction. "Yeah... yeah, the one you claimed bullied you alongside Spencer! You killed them... Then, after you escaped that psych ward, you killed my parents! YOU TOOK MY FAMILY AWAY FROM ME!"

"No...no I gave them peace. But Justin?" Jeff begins to laugh, eyes now bloodshot with rage. "He played a part in making me. Freeing me even! Why are you playing dumb? Trying to seek revenge for the guilt you feel? You wish you were with them that day? To save them or to die with them? Doesn't matter to me - you'd just be another victim."

Just as Jeff said that, police cars surround them. BEN curses under his breath. He's not supposed to be seen in the public, let alone known. Sure, many know of his existence and back, sorry- but there's never been any evidence to make up many claims. If any of these cops have dash cams, then it can lead to a serious problem with slenderman.

"And you'll just be another inmate on death row!"

Eboni quickly pulls out her gun, annoyed with Michael's threats. There's no way she's losing the freedom she finally gained thanks to Jeff. Just as Eboni aims her gun, a shot rings through the air. She cries out, dropping her gun and holding her shoulder in pain.

Jeff's eyes seem to bug out of his head. The two locks eyes, Eboni's drowning in pain & fear. This isn't how their Christmas is supposed to go. They're supposed to be back at the slender mansion by now. So Jeff looks at BEN for help, but he's let down and also taken aback. Michael has the watering holes, spraying the demon with water.

Michael laughs mockingly. "Not so tuff now, huh? You thought I didn't do enough research? Myth or not, I wasn't taking any chances."

Jeff lost sight of reason and raises his fist to try and punch Micheal, but Mr. Smith shoots Jeff in both of his legs. The killer stumbles but refuses to fall, so Smith & three other officers jump on him, keeping Jeff pinned to the ground and hand cuffs them.

"Jeff!- get the fuck off me!" Eboni shouts, trying to shake the two cops holding her down.

The two share a look of distress. Slenderman should know what's happening. He should be here by now, their back in his jurisdiction. There's no way he's decided to disregard them due to them leaving his bubble of protection? But Eboni's his next project. He can't be this far ahead to see that Eboni will only listen to Jeff - right?

No matter. Jeff will figure something out. He always does - he has to. He can't look defeated in front of her. She's watching his every move, every reaction. Any slight change in his face will make her piece together, his thoughts racing in panic. So what does Jeff do?

He gives her his signature smile.

"Smile princess." He instructs, earning his face to be shoved into the ground.

"Get off of him! Don't do that - Jeff!"

Jeff forces his face up despite the strength of the officer trying to force it back down. "I said smile, princess!" He laughs loudly, snickering in between.

Eboni watches, tears filling her eyes. But she smiles. This time, this short time spent free with Jeff has been the best moment of her life - the best day of her entire existence. Eboni is devoted to Jeff, so no matter what's to come- she will keep her loyalty to him. Nothing can sway her, but if... someone - something can -

"You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of......la- bah!"

Suddenly, all the weight holding the two lovebirds are lifted, followed by the sound of fearful screams and loud gunfire. Jeff stays on the ground due to the flying bullets but crawls over to Eboni. He places half of his weight on top of her to shield her, raising his head to asset what's happening.

His eyes widen at the sight. A being standing ten feet tall, grey gasly skin, glowing red eyes, black horns that seem to glow based on the ceatures mood, razor sharp teeth, pony ears, and sharp claws- reaching six inches. This being is also dressed in a suit similar to Slenderman's, but a few buttons are undone, and his tie is low but still together.

The creature continues its bloodbath, ripping through the officers like pieces of raw meat. It truly is a sight to see. Though, the huge question is lingering within Jeff's mind. Just what the hell is Zalgo doing here? The demon king turns to Micheal, licking the blood off his claws with its long slippery tongue - stretching six inches.

"You humans all have different flavors. All based on your final rush of emotions. Fear, anguish, desperation - but the one I favor the most is rage. The hot, steamy taste of rageful blood has a nice spicy tang to it, don't you think?"

Michael is trembling, having witnessed his colleagues being torn to shreds - but he won't show fear, at least on his face. He aims his gun at Zalgo, emptying the clip. A laugh leaves the beast, one low yet mixed with different pitches & voices. The demon king stretches his arm, his claws digging deep into Michael's stomach.

The male cries out as he lifts from the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. The creature brings him itches from his face, his tongue licking down his cheek to his throat.

"Such fire, Michael. Hope you taste just as good!"

Zalgo would then bite the male's head off, swallowing it whole. He drops the corpse, licking his claws clean. The demon king then turns his attention to BEN, laughing at his pitiful state.

"I question why you went to Slenderman instead of living with your own kind, BEN." Zalgo sighs, using fire from the palm of his hand to dry the water quickly.

When dried enough, BEN quickly glitches away, helping Jeff & Eboni off the ground. She stares at the being, not having a clue who nor what it may be. She whimpers, clenching her shoulder. The bullet lodged in her shoulder. Zalgo moves to step forward, but Jeff is quick to pull out his knife and shield his girl.

"Step the fuck back.", the smiling killer warns.

"Or what? Gonna attack me with your wittle bitty knife? Oh goodness, I'm terrified!" Zalgo mocks, laughing.

Jeff grinds his teeth together, about to lung forward, but Zalgo holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, kid! Jeez, I'm not here for you. I'm here for the girl."

Eboni's eyes widen, trying to look over Jeff. "Me? What hell you want with me? What even are you? Who are you?"

"Soooooooooo many questions, but fine - I'll humor you. I'm Zalgo! The demon king, or Lord. Either is fine - you may have heard the saying 'He comes. He who hides behind the walls.' " He grins.

"Hold on...as in -"

"Yes, yes. My two useless daughters. I am aware that you are acquainted with them. In fact, that's when I took an odd interest in you." He hums, tilting his head.

The demon king notices how still reluctantly the three are to speak, so he sighs heavily. "Perhaps I should present myself in a more friendly form."

Zalgo begins to shapeshift. His height lowers to six five, grayish gasly skin now a pale yet tanned shade. One eye is a normal oval green while the other is inky black with red irises. His nails are painted black, hair a burgundy red, markings on his throat that resemble a choker, rings littering his fingers, and piercings in his ears. He's still dressed in a suit, though this time a vest instead of a suit jacket. Eboni has to admit that he does look fairly attractive for a psychotic demon king.

"Now. Let's talk."

"What the fuck do you want with my girl?", Jeff questions with clenched teeth.

"As stated before, I'm interested in her. Not in the way you're thinking, lover boy. Still surprised you let a mere thing make her make you all soft."

"Zalgo, I'm not in the mood for your shit! Get to talking or -"

"You used to be all for shits and giggles. Jeez, you literally have a smile on your fa-"

"I didn't do that shit myself, and you know it!"

"Struck a nerve, I guess."

Eboni rubs her hand up and down Jeff's back, hoping to calm him. She turns her attention back to the demon king. "I'm nothing special, at least not to someone with high power."

"Oh, but you are, child! Slenderman has been dying to get his hands on you. God, could you just imagine the look on his face when I take you right from under him!?"

"He can't - He's faceless, dipshit."

Zalgo raises a brow, placing a hand on his chin and tilting his head. "My my...you are feisty. Just like your mo-"

"Get on with it, Zalgo. We're all exhausted after today!" BEN snaps quickly, confusing the two.

The demon lord puts two and two together, bursting into a fit of laughter. "Alright, alright. It's not my place to say anyway, but it will be if you accept what I have to offer."

"Which is?" Eboni questions, Jeff giving her a look of warning, but she shrugs it off - doubting she'll even ponder on it.

"Work under me. You know the jest- kill, collect souls - blah blah blah. You get a place to stay, anything you want I'd give you."

"What's the catch?"

"A catch? Oh kid, there isn't one! All I want are souls."

"Don't shit me. I'm not some stupid bitch. What is it that you want from me in return? When deals sound to good to be true, there's always a catch - hidden within the fine print or in your words."

"Oooooooooooo! You're a smart one! Fine, fine! It's nothing too big - nothing major. All I want is your soul."

"What!?" Jeff shouts, now fuming again. "Fuck no! She's mine! She only answers to me! Eboni belongs to me!"

Zalgo laughs, shaking his head. "Cute declaration!" He snaps his fingers, Jeff's lips disappear. "But I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Jeff!" Eboni shouts, trying to keep him from lunging at Zalgo and scratching at his face. Thankfully, BEN steps in and holds Jeff down, using his powers as best he can to keep him at bay.

"I'll allow you to still see your boy toy or whatever he is to you - hehe, look at him squirming on the ground like a worm - anyways!" He holds out his hand, a contract and a feather pin floating in front of Eboni. "Just sign on the dotted line, and all will be w-"

"No."

"No?"

Zalgo is quick to transform back, towering over her but lowering his face down to be itches from hers. "NO!?"

Eboni gags, covering her mouth and taking a step back. To say Zalgo is surprised that the girl didn't even flinch is an understatement. After everything Eboni has gone through , a Demon king is the least frightening thing she's had to face. Despite what this being is capable of, the girl encountered plenty of monsters to know how to deal with frightening situations.

"Yeah, no. My da... Jeff is right. I only answer to him. My entire being belongs to him. And since he doesn't work under you, then I can't either. I go where Jeff goes. He leads. I follow."

Hearing this, Jeff's temper fizzles down. BEN let's him go, and Jeff springs to his feet, taking Eboni into his arms. He glares daggers at Zalgo, backing away quickly. The demon king watches on, his eye twitching but smile stretching.

"No one... has ever said no to me, except one." He laughs wickedly, eyeing BEN who hangs his head low in shame - something the two didn't notice.

Zalgo buttons up his shirt and fixes his tie, eyeing Eboni as he did so. "And that one unfortunately paid with her life. You're just as smart as her, as witty and even more beautiful. Shame, such a shame!"

The creature begins walking off, pausing mid-step, turning around to look Eboni dead in her eyes - the look chilling her, yet she still feels no fear.

"Such a shame you'll succumb to the same fate as your mother.", and with that, Zalgo disappears into the night.

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alanshee-keeper-of-realms · 5 months ago

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Some information that could be useful to you! IRL, Walt viewed his characters as characters. He was very serious about getting their personalities right, without contradiction, and if something was out of character he wouldn't let them go through with it.

If you want to write his characters as his children, you might want to refer to how he was to his IRL children, and then write it as if one of his children also happened to be a child star. He was private about his family life because he wanted to keep them out of the press, and he loved his children very much. This might lead to a distinction between Mickey's time on screen as a stage star, and Mickey's home life. Walt would try very hard to keep his kids out of drama, even if he came across as pushy!

By the way, Walt would definitely visit Oswald from time to time. Just because Oswald's working under someone else's contract doesn't mean that he can't see his son.

Well that's how I exactly write them now you don't see the other side of the others being forced through things that they really didn't want to do Donald was the one forced into World War II Goofy his wife didn't want their son Max being on screen so young the Walt still pushed it Mickey's shorts in comparison to the others was actually very little

And wildly enough Donald Duck actually eclipsed Mickey's popularity at one point in time Donald would carry the shorts until 1961 the last original Mickey Mouse short was in 1953

So this would line up with Walt keeping Mickey out of the spotlight more and more as the years went on especially as he adopted him officially in 1950 in my worlds making him Michael Elias Mouse Disney

Walt took him and his daughters to church on Sundays took him back to the hometown Lillian saw him as her son.

Also it wasn't Walt's decision not to see Oswald, Mintz in my world had an immediate restraining order on Walt to keep him away from Oswald,

Walt knew his beloved child was being abused but he never had hard evidence to prove it because he couldn't get close enough. However he always told Mickey about his elder brother Mickey grew up knowing Oswald from afar

That's why in 2007 when the opportunity to strike came he did

You guys haven't been able to see the entire world's I've been developing because I'm still in the middle of developing them I don't produce a fanfic unless I know 100% I can complete it but trust me I have dozens of fanfics in my Google Documents

I know and have developed over the last 8 months my own characterizations I have watched short after short documentary after documentary to the point I can't name specific ones interview after interview

I know a lot this isn't to say I can't learn more however I do know about Sharon and Diane the latter of whom was adopted and one daughter would go on to have seven kids and the other one would have three for a total of 10 grandchildren

I know that Lillian Disney did not like to be in the social life of Hollywood and that Walt was a very private man had a bit of a temper but was a kind soul who loved his family dearly and like you said tried to keep them out of the drama

In fact that's what led Mickey to be a bit naive in 1966 when Walt came down with cancer and everybody thought he was going to make it Walt made a decision to tell Mickey about his inheritance I have a scene I have written and I will even include here that shows you how I handle these two.

From the Fanfic in Progress No Cinderella Tale a Story of Mickey from the Beginnings to the 21st Century

Standing up Walt felt pain shoot through making him cough slightly causing the mice to pause and look to him, he put on a smile

“I'm alright you two,” he turned, meeting his creations eyes”Mickey walk with me I need to speak to you scamp,”

The mouse nodded as the other walked towards his office, he coughed lightly,

“Gee Dad, that cough don't seem to be getting any better, I hope you're gonna be okay,” The man felt a pang of pain as he easily lied,

“Doctors say it's getting better and looking up,” The mouse looking somewhat hopeful and it hurt more but if it was keeping the other blind to the cruel truth then he would take it, praying he'd be okay,

“And we can get to working on The Aristocats!” He nodded as they entered his office. He went over to the safe in the wall, answering as his son sat down,

“Of course, but first I need you to take care of something for me,” he pulled out the papers the Deeds to Disney not just the Studio but the parks and everything, it was all there as he walked over, feeling fatigued at just that action, “hold your hands out,”

He watched the mouse do as as asked and he gently sat the papers and wrapped his hands around them and pushing it to his child's chest, before kneeling down meeting the stunned eyes of his most beloved creation, he murmured as he cupped the others face,

“Just in case something happens I want you to know, I am handing everything to you my boy. You are the Son I never had Michael and thus Disney should go to you,” he could see worry seeping into those big brown orbs, as he ran a thumb across the toons cheek before he stood up, stepped back and resumed his stern demeanor,

“But nothings gonna happen, I will give you these back when things get better!” A determined expression crossed Mickeys face and it hurt, Walt knew what the mouse did not know, He was not going to get better

With each passing day the cancer only grew more aggressive his treatments weren't working he would be lucky to see the New Year, instead again he nodded, agreeing

“Yeah, once I get better you can give them back.”

The mouse tucked the papers so carefully into his hammerspace, got up and Walt jolted in surprise as the other embraced him,

“I love you Dad,” he felt choked up as he rested a hand on Mickeys head and murmured back

“I love you too Mick,”

#mickey mouse #walt disney #seriously I know a lot I appreciate the help but I do know and have my own characterization that just haven't been shown yet

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abelllia · 1 year ago

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3, 10, 12 !!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

Oh hmmm genuinely hard because I like to mind wipe whenever I see a bad take. The *one* that I remember was from twt too. I'll describe it anyway even if I have talked about it here before. It was something implying that Jon wouldn't take another character's trauma seriously. Since it's the violence ask I'll mention that the other character was Martin. The first time I saw it I genuinely blank-screened in a negative way because it did NOT compute. It was set in S1 but even then I can't imagine Jon not having at *least* an "oh, shit" moment. Especially since Martin's trauma in the thing was childhood trauma. Got me going 😒

10. worst part of fanon

Originally, I had three whole paragraphs about aspects that I dislike but I realized they all just point to one thing— flattening.

Flattening of characters, of morality, of the concept of the entities, yadda yadda. This has happened in every fandom since time immemorial for either comedic purposes or sorting purposes. We love putting things in neat little boxes because it just makes things easier to digest and communicate. Martin is the sunshine one, Jon is the tsundere, Tim is the flirt, Sasha is the Girl™️, Elias is the Ad Campaign Villain with a twirly moustache. It's easy to understand but just less...interesting? I don't want to rag on stuff made for fun/memes, I like funny haha fandom memes. It just feels like a lot of fights about the characters boil down to ignoring the multitudes they contain. The contradictory aspects which make them who they are.

Everyone has probably already said their piece about character flattening so I'll go about the morality thing and how people really like to fight about who's in the right and who's in the wrong. Guys, this is tma, they've all done bullshit. No one is ever going to be completely in the right in this show they've all been shitty people to each other at one point, that's what's *fun* about it. My favourite part is that how, even though I may disagree with a character's actions, I can understand *why* they do it. It makes them feel more like people to me. For an easy example I'll just choose the Gertrude-Michael thing. Yeah, Gertrude sacrificing a human being to an entity who tore his who from his what is pretty shitty. One strike in the wrong. However, from how Gertrude and literally everyone else understood the world at that point, her actions can be considered heroic because in their mind, she just stopped an apocalypse! Saved billions of people from becoming Fear Food. One strike in the right. However, as we soon will know it was basically useless. Gertrude will find out that the Ritual would have never worked anyway so all the sacrifices she did (Michael, Jan, who knows who else) were in vain! Yeowch! Two strikes in the wrong. Ain't it fun? Yet I still see Gertrude interpretations that act like she just did it for fun or something, not that she thought the whole world would end if she didn't sacrifice this one dude to the Distortion.

Honestly I'm not satisfied with this ramble and I think there are plenty of flaws in it but I don't want to write anymore and I don't want to think. Yeah, flattening stuff is fun sometimes but not when it seeps into serious-ish discussions.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Look hear me out– Basira and Peter Lukas.

Basira to me is compelling to me for so many reasons. She's the most mentally....secure? character in the show, like she logic'd her way out of the *Unknowing*, and it's implied that she's had to be like that from a young age. Based on her S3 pre-Unknowing statement about how that's how her father raised her. But, she's also so controlled by her emotions. Most clearly and notoriously with Daisy, but another example is when her fondness for Jon in S2 overrode her goal to catch him for potential murder. Her emotions matter to her but also calm logic. Which can lead to a lot of interesting and *frustrating* contradictory moments. Again, notoriously with Daisy and how she treated her vs Jon in S4. She's so incredibly flawed and I love it. She's so secure in her own mind that she doesn't even challenge her own biases and instead present them as fact. It's *such* an interesting character trait and it would be so fun to dig into. However, I also realize that probably also the exact reason why people dislike talking about her. She's a hypocritical murder cop accomplice and that can give anyone an incredibly sour taste in their tongue thinking about her (it gives me a sour taste rn like, should I really be writing about her?)There's just so much I want to pick her brain about though. Insert thing here about liking her as a character does not mean I like her as a person.

Peter Lukas is a piece of shit, but he's a funny piece of shit and I like that. He's living apathy and he's so useless and skfjejcjsnnd

Yeah I can't even defend him he's just such garbage, but I find him fun to bully. Someone once pointed out that when he lost the bet with Elias he acted like a little kid throwing a tantrum and I found it so funny. This man isn't doing anything, he's not even the captain of his own ship in anything but name, Tadeas does all the navigation shit. He really is just some rich kid. A sad strange little man and he's unwillingly a fave because of it.

#abellasks #choose violence ask game #thanks for the ask i'm still scared but it was fun #def not maintagging this #negativity #long post

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wheredidmyheadgoing · 2 years ago

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Night three

First

Previous/Next

-Well, look who showed up here!

Evan closed his eyes and sighed heavily. He didn't often walk home this way. The pizzeria was literally on the next street, so it usually only took a few minutes to walk to his house. The problem was that he almost always come across someone. For this reason, today he decided to take the route through a side street. He hoped it would be easier...

It looks like he was wrong.

He slowly turned back to his tormentors, pressing plushie to his chest.

They were smiling, and that was a very bad sign.

-Oh wow, man - Peter, the boy in the Chica mask grabbed him by the wrist - What's there to be upset about? We just wanted to say hello!

He clenched his teeth as the bully pushed him against a tree. It hurt.

-What's the matter, little brother? - Michael leaned over him, smirking mockingly - I already said I'll teach you a lesson.

-S--screw you - He tried to growl, but all that came out of his clenched throat was a screeching scream.

Of course, everyone found it very funny.

-Aw, are you going to cry again? - Alec wearing a Bonnie mask puffed out his cheeks - Pantywaist wants to go to mommy? Oh, wait...

Evan bit his lips. There's no way he's going to give them what they want.

-You don't have a mommy.

Their laughter was so unbearable that he wanted to cover his ears.

-Yeah, enough. - Mike rolled his eyes - Your twaddle are more dullness than you. You'd better hold him back.

The boy in the striped T-shirt gulped, seeing the bullies approaching him. He started to back away, then run, but he barely turned around and was already lying pressed to the ground.

-You know you really are hopeless? - Michael snorted - You can't even defend yourself. No wonder Father doesn't love you.

-At least He loves you, huh? - he snapped out, but quickly regretted it, seeing his brother's fury.

-That's how crafty you are? - He hissed - How about that?

Evan froze, watching his brother pick up something from the ground.

Fredbear's cuddly toy.

Oh no.

-What are you doing?! - He yelled - Give it back!

-Come on Evan, we have to share right? Besides, it's just a teddy bear...it can break at any time.

NO.

-Michael, I'm serious - He cried out - If something happens with it, He....

-"He"? He what? - Asked Gabriel, putting the Freddy mask on his face -He will come to life at night and kill you? Haha!

No no NO! Why does no one ever understand what I say?!

-All right guys - Mike smiled wider, clutching the golden plush - Let's give the little man some fun.

When he felt the older boys let him go, he immediately picked himself up from the ground. He couldn't let them take it, he had to get it back!

Otherwise He would be very angry.

* * * *

He tried. He really tried, they...They were too fast and taller than him. And stronger...

Evan wiped the blood from his nose. Everything hurt him, but he had no choice, he had to find the golden mascot. Not because he cared about it, as everyone else thought. It wasn't even one of his friends. It was about something else.

Because if he didn't find the bear, the bear would find him.

"This is your new toy. Carry it with you at all times, You can't put it away."

Those were his Father's last words before he started ignoring him. Well, at least partially, there were times when he would give him some instructions like he did yesterday, but nothing else.

Guess He really wanted that he relied solely on plush.

He twitched when one of the crows started squawking near him, snapping him out of reverie. It looked a bit like it was chasing him away. He would have gladly listened to - it was getting colder and darker, and he didn't have a flashlight with him. He put his arms around himself. He must hold out. Surely it's somewhere nearby.

Just then, at that very moment, he saw golden fur glinting in the distance.

Bingo.

He quickly ran toward the find. Unfortunately, his enthusiasm waned considerably when he realized a serious problem.

The plushie had been thrown into a tree.

-Fucking Michael - He snarled. - Now what I supposed to do.

His brother knew perfectly well that he should not climb.

He looked around. Another moment and nothing will be visible anymore...would he be able to get home then? Probably not. On the other hand, if he comes alone...

He ignored the pressure building up in his chest. After all, it's not such a tall tree...

-Hey!

...What?...

He turned around. Who would come here at such an hour and why? He strained his gaze, trying to spot a small silhouette looming in the darkness.

A kid. Two uneven ponytails, a dress, probably yellow, bandages on her arms...wait.

No way.

-What are you looking at? - The black-haired girl, the same one who bumped into him in the restaurant today, stood in front of him, trying to make a sort of threatening face - And what do you want here? This is MY spot!

-Uh...- He stuttered - My...em...there... - Evan pointed to the branch where his mascot landed.

She looked at the tree, then at him, then at the tree again. It was annoying. And stupid.Stupid enough that he felt like the ground would open up and swallow him.

-Well - she finally spoke up - take it and go away.

"If it were that easy, I'd be gone by now." He thought.

The girl raised an eyebrow.

-Don't say you won't get up there.

-... - The boy abashedly shook his head.

- Really? - She crossed her arms - Well, too bad. buy a new one.

Her words make him off balance.

-What are you waiting for? Butt out.

-W--wait! - He shouted, cursing himself for stammering - I just thought...could you...pull it down for me, please...?

This time it was she who looked confused.

-Why? - She asked - Is it my fault that you threw it there?

-I didn't throw it in there - He denied quickly - actually, my brother--

-Your brother was in my spot too?!

-What...? I don't know, I guess...so what?

-...Ugh! - She fukked irritated - Whatever. Anyway, it's none of my business. Get lost already.

-But---

-GET LOST!

He blinked, unsure of what to do. What is this twisted person all about? She acted as if she was about to beat him up in any moment...

Then something came to his mind.

-I helped you, so you should help me.

The girl turned her look toward him again.

-You...you are the crying boy who was in the pizzeria today?

-...Yes. - He drew in a breath - It's me.

The exasperation on her face gave way to amusement for a moment.

-Gosh, you scared the fatso to death. He had a look on his face like he almost killed you!

-I did it on purpose - He explained - He's...frustrating. Thanks to me, you were able to escape.

Of course, he lied. That worker in the Fredbear costume scared him enough that he wouldn't be able to make fun of him.

-But I wouldn't have had to run away if you hadn't ran into me.

-But it was you who ran into me...

-Do you want this bear back or not?

-Okay! listen - He began - I know that you stole something from our restaurant--

-Food - She interrupted - I took food that no one ate anyway.

-...Fine. But it's still theft - He replied - My Father is one of the owners of that place, so theoretically I should tell him about it...

He felt a small satisfaction when he noticed that there was concern in the girl's eyes.

-Unless - He continued - Unless you help me now. You will do what I ask and we will never meet again.

She squinted her eyes.

-What will you do if I refuse?

-I'll say that you also took this teddy bear.

A deathly silence fell between them. Evan grunted nervously. It had been a long time since he had said so much at one time, so it was a little scary.

Finally, the girl sighed. And then she...laughed.

-All right, you got me - She said frisky - Give me a moment.

Before he had time to say anything, she managed to approach the tree, climb up and drop the golden plushie right on his head.

He squirmed from the hit. He always wondered why it was so heavy?

She giggled again.

-You know what, you're not that bad. Do you have any name?

-Em...I'm Evan...-While he had already been somewhat puzzled by the whole situation, now he was completely taken aback. What the hell was she talking about? - Are..you...?

The beaming girl extended her hand in front of him.

-I am Cassidy.

* * * *

-I'm back - Evan said quietly, closing the door behind him. It seems that no one has slept yet. Elizabeth sat at the table, absorbed in drawing another princess-clowns and Mike stood at the window, smoking and looking at him menacingly.

Judging by the sloppily taped bandage on his cheek, Dad had noticed his younger son's absence and was not happy about it.

Good.

Smiling under his breath, Evan took off his shoes and went to his room.

When he came back to his bedroom, he fell on his bed. He was very tired, much more so than usual. He didn't feel like getting undressed. He just got ready quickly and went to bed...

He took out his notebook and opened it to the page on which he had written this morning. He ran his eyes over the note. It looks like Foxy is back...he'll be ready for it.

-Good night guys - He turned to his animal friends sitting on the floor - it's nice to have you with me. No one can replace you, I promise.

Even that crazy girl.

He swallowed his pill.

-HERE I COME!

#forgotten gift au #fnaf au #evan afton #gregory afton #fnaf afton #fnaf cassidy #michael afton #elizabeth afton #crying child #william afton #fan idea #afton family #five nights at freddy's #fnaf 4

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freelanceexorcist · 2 years ago

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Speculation Time Again!

So I've been bored lately, so I've been going back through old posts of other people's theories. There's one I'm not seeing a lot of, which surprises me, because it's kind of obvious. This is actually part speculation, part musings.

As always:

And this is under a cut, so you'll only have yourselves to blame.

The theory I'm referring to is that alternate timelines/universes are apparently a thing now in the Remake trilogy. I really think they are, based on several things. Don't mind me on this, I'm a sucker for alternate timelines in fiction because of the "what if?" and "what could have been" nature of them.

The first is, of course, Zack surviving. Crisis Core Reunion's ending is no different from the original recipe's ending, so Zack can't be alive in the original game's timeline. Now, with the Whispers out of the picture, all kinds of off-the-books things are able to happen. But maybe they don't happen in the "prime" timeline. So the reason he still rang down the curtain and joined the choir invisible as far as Crisis Core is concerned, is that at this point the timeline split and his story continues elsewhere unbeknownst to anyone in the prime timeline.

The biggest tell is an often-used trope, actually.

So...what's the second-biggest thing produced by Shinra after mako energy?

No, not horrific human rights abuses, the other thing.

Propaganda!

Shinra tries very hard to win the hearts and minds of the people. One must wonder why because they produce a product that the public is dependent on and they're the only ones who can do this. Maybe President Trump Shinra is just a raging narcissist and needs the validation. Anyway.

One of Shinra's propaganda tools is this cute little guy:

Stamp is not just a propaganda tool, he's an advertising mascot as well and his fuzzy mug appears on lots of things, like bags of snacks, such as the one that blows past Zack as he and Cloud are limping to Midgar.

But it's not the same dog. In the prime timeline, Stamp is a beagle. In NotDead!Zack's, he's a Yorkie.

Now, I've seen another theory that this is just a several-years-old piece of trash that's been blowing around the wastelands all this time, the design has since been changed to a beagle and Yorkie Stamp was sent to live on a farm. This tracks, because seeing, say, a candy wrapper with the candy's old logo laying on the side of the road has been known to happen. If the people in charge have a casual enough relationship with litter control, there could be trash from decades ago blowing around.

But the thing is, the bag blows very conspicuously into the frame and the camera lingers on it. This is a common shot in visual storytelling to signal that shit's about to get weird. If it was just a random piece of trash, they wouldn't do that because it wouldn't be at all relevant to the plot.

TL;DR: Yorkie Stamp showing up like that is the same as a character played by Morgan Freeman introducing himself using the name of a character that up until then was played by Michael B. Jordan and the camera pans in on his face.

So yeah, looks like alternate timelines are a thing now.

Which makes me wonder, if Zack's survival occurred in a new timeline, what other things were changed in other timelines?

The presence of the Whispers dredges up some serious Fridge Horror because of all of the suffering in the FFVII universe. For all characters, but especially for Sephiroth, because destiny made him its chew toy from the moment he was conceived. The poor bastard never stood a chance, so it's nice to imagine that there's a timeline or three out there where he got a break. And really, the Whispers intervening at certain points makes a lot of sense, because he and people in his orbit made some breathtakingly stupid and self-destructive decisions along the way.

Some interesting "what ifs" come into play:

What if Lucrecia was on board with Project S at first but balked when she was asked to serve up her own pregnancy for experimentation? Maybe she wanted to run off with her baby and not get him involved, but the Whispers forced her to stay because if Future Sephiroth didn’t turn out exactly the way he was supposed to, it would change destiny.

What if Lucrecia intended to stay on the project if only to keep Sephiroth safe, but the Whispers intervened and forced her to attempt suicide and run off because if she had stayed, no one would have been able to convince Sephiroth that his mother was actually Jenova?

What if, in the Mt. Nibel reactor, Genesis had second thoughts about giving Sephiroth that Hannibal Lecture and decided to find a better way to convince him to help because even he isn’t that petty, but the Whispers intervened and he gave that mind-breaking speech anyway because something had to kick off that Face-Heel Turn?

What if, in the mansion library, Sephiroth recognized early on that he was exhausted, starving and dehydrated and knew he needed rest and food, so he decided that the books would still be there in the morning and he always had the option of returning to Midgar and beating the full truth out of Hojo? Enter the Whispers, and he was compelled to pick up just one more book. Next thing you know, he’s seven days sleep-deprived and on his way to a psychotic break. Couldn’t have him wising up and taking care of his needs when there’s a plot-necessary Face Heel Turn to be had.

What if, even though he was enraged and unhinged, he reconsidered his actions because burning a town to the ground and killing most of its inhabitants wouldn’t bring back the Cetra and decided to go visit Mom, peace out and work on a long-term, less murdery plan for bringing back the Ancients? The Whispers show up and say “no, you must do this because if you don’t, Tifa won't go to Midgar, Cloud and Zack won't be experimented on, Cloud will live out the rest of his life as normal, non-traumatized and with his identity intact and Zack will still be alive, which would really screw things up for our boss.”

What if, while he was in the Lifestream, he changed his mind about the “become a god” thing when he realized he wasn’t actually a Cetra and just wanted to fade away because fuck this torture already, but the Whispers roll up and are all “lol nope, this story needs a villain. Your time to shine, kiddo!”

And most tragically, what if even though Hojo was an absolute monster, he cared about Sephiroth and wanted to give him a comfortable life under the circumstances because even psychopaths might be capable of feeling love for their kids, but the Whispers intervened because his implied horrific treatment of the boy was necessary to turn him into the villain of the story eventually?

Destiny willed that Sephiroth live a life of suffering that ended in villainy and constant defeat that always ended with his death. Oof. No wonder he wanted the Whispers wiped out.

That's all for today. If you've stuck around this long, thank you for indulging me.

#ffviir #zack #sephiroth #spoilers #wild mass guessing

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confoundedluna · 3 years ago

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Here's the Until Dawn iconic and absolutely ridiculous lines masterlist, please let me know if there's any good ones that I miss! Sorry this took a while, I had to be Thorough with this. (no they aren't in any particular order, I apologise for that)

MIKE

Maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out, and see where it goes from there.

Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake.

Oh my God, totally, we're SO gonna make-out!

Shutters are shutted.

That scared the blue out of my jeans!

Alright! Let's get going, ya fucked up sonnovabitch.

What- are you serious? Now I gotta find a fucking keycard?!

Fuck nuggets!

All wrapped like a little present with a bow on top for that thing to tear us apart on Christmas morning?

This is the safe room, Em!

One at a time, boys. There's enough of me for all a'ya.

Got any marshmallows?

ASHLEY

Go suck an egg!

What are you tweeting?! Hashtag there's a freaking ghost after us?!

Chris, if this is your way of trying to make me feel better... you're fired.

We're freezing our buns off out here!

EMILY

Understand the palm of my hand, bitch.

It was just a prank, Han!

Rule number one, Emily is always right. Rule number two, nothing else matters because Emily is always right.

Holy Cannoli.

Ugh. Unfollow.

Oh, did you not hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?

At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you're trying to sleep your way into a job.

Oh God. Here goes six hundred bucks... Better be worth it. I looked great in that top.

Meatbrain? Mister Musclebrawn? Matt the incredible sulk?

I found her head. I found Beth's head. ||| Beth freaking Washington.

JESSICA

That bitch is on crack or something.

You couldn’t buy a moldy loaf of bread with your skanky ass.

Michael! I have the best idea! Let's go hug a bear!

As far as I can tell, I still have all seven of my limbs!

That's what bats do! They bite me!

Maybe nosey nannies shouldn't go nosin' around in other peoples'... nostrils...

Boom shakka-lakka!

Sex-iled.

Stand back, Debbie Downer.

CHRIS

I should have paid more attention in climbing class.

Your ass just got saaaacked!

Panel opens, head explodes!

Boom! You just got monked!

(They don't like fire.) I don't like fire!

I'm bad. I'm a badass.

It's a dummy, dummy.

Any, uh, pro Wendigo tips? Like if I rub garlic all over me they won't be able to smell me or something?

JOSH

Let's party like we're fucking porn stars, okay?

Ooh, a sleepover! C-Can we order pizza?

Can't tie 'em up if they just wriggle around!

Godspeed, pilgrim.

Chris is an ass, Ashley’s a dumb dumb.

Do you have an app that can get you laid? ||| Dude, you don't. The answer is that you don't.

I hope you appreciated my little phantasmagorical spectacle!

Guaranteed for at least three hostages, or your money back!

You know what that sound is? It's the sound of never kissing Ashley, you pussy!

I don't take orders from you. You can't tell me what to do.

MATT

Why do you hate my jacket?

I've seen you fit into some pretty tight jeans, Em. ||| It's a talent!

It's no prob, babe. But you gotta remember that there's more to this guy than just bein' a lean, mean, luggage lifting machine.

I was bein' like... sexy.

This ain't roomy enough for you?

Does this 'spot' start with a 'G'?

Boy I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I let a scary old totem pole bite your hand off, wouldn't I?

SAM

Nice shootin’, Tex!

I see a hot bath in my crystal ball.

Watch out for that Josh, he's a schemer!

The towel didn't turn out to be the best outfit for fighting off killer maniacs.

It was just a cute little baby wolverine!

Can I have my clothes back now or am I supposed to hang out in a towel for the rest of the weekend? ... Towel it is, then.

Spunky for an old timer.

You need to listen to me. I don't care if you believe me or not. Doesn't matter because you will. You need to go down to the mines.

I've seen what's down there... and I'd give anything to unsee it.

#until dawn #quotes #supermassive games #michael munroe #mike munroe #chris hartley #emily davis #ashley brown #josh washington #matt taylor #matthew taylor #jessica riley #sam giddings #samantha giddings

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editorandchief · 3 years ago

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Moving On| Michael Grey

Michael Grey x F!Reader x Isaiah Jesus

Warning: None

"Y/N wait." Michael called after her running down the hallway of Tommy's house.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen, her date, her boyfriend having sex with some blonde toff at a wedding you had come to together.

"Y/N just let me explain." He tried again only to be ignored as she continued her attempt to escape the situation with what was left of her dignity.

Failing as Michael catches up to her grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him.

"Go on Michael explain." She stated pushing his chest. "Explain what I just saw, tell me it's not what it looks like." Her voice rising as she continues her assault growing more angry with is his silence.

Her hand coming in contact with his face with a loud crack.

"Explain!" She shouts her hand tingling from it impact with his face.

"It was a mistake," he muttered eyes glued to the ground. "Please let's just talk about this." He says reaching for her hand.

"What in the world is going on up here?" Polly demanded coming down the hall towards the arguing couple.

"why don't you tell her what's going on Michael?" Y/N asked not taking her eyes off the man she thought loved her. "Tell her how I just caught you cheating on me." She sneered.

"I'm sorry Y/N it was a mistake." He replied once again. "Can we just so somewhere and talk about this?" He asked reaching out for her hand.

"No the only mistake was being with you in the first place." She said stepping away from him. "We're done Michael." She finished turning and walking away.

"Y/N." Polly called after the girl receiving no reply. "What have you done Michael?" She asked shaking her head at her son looking back down the hall to see a blonde girl peaking from out of one of the door half dressed.

"Take care of that girl and the both of you get back down stairs." She ordered stopping away throwing a glare to her some and the young girl that had helped him chase her future daughter-in-law away.

____________________Six Months Later____________________

"Its been a while since you've been out with us Isaiah where." John points out downing his shot. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked the young blinder.

"You know just around." Isaiah replied brushing off the question quickly.

"Doing what?" Finn asked.

"More like doing who right Isaiah?" Arthur joked.

"You got a new girl Isaiah?" Michael asked smiling to his friend. "That's why you've been skipping out on us."

Looking over to Michael nervously a look that didn't go unnoticed by the young Grey Isaiah just nodded his head. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"She must be keeping you pretty busy huh." Arthur teased. "Well don't hold out on us, what's her name?" He asked.

"Just some girl." Isaiah replied with a shrug.

"Can't be 'just some girl' if your spending that much time with her." Michael pointed out wanting to know why his friend was being so dodgy. "Who is she?"

Nodding his head in agreement with Michael's statement he straightens his back taking a deep breath and looking Michael in the eyes.

"It's Y/N." Isaiah revealed not knowing what to expect from his confession. The room had gotten quiet as the three Shelby men also didn't know what was going to happen.

"Y/N?" Michael asked. "My Y/N?"

"I don't think you could call her that anymore." John joked talking another shot before getting an elbow to the ribs from Arthur.

"We started seeing each other a few months back." Isaiah informed. "I didn't know how to tell you."

"That you guys have been fooling around?" Michael shrugged. "Its fine."

"We're not just foolin' around Mate." Isaiah corrected. "We're serious, I haven't been with anyone else since we been together. I don't know what it is, She's different...Special." Isaiah smiles thinking of the girl.

Everyone watched cautiously as Michael's fist slowly closed tightly prepared to break up the upcoming fight, Michael takes a deep breath before relaxing his fist.

"I guess that explains why she hasn't been around either." Michael noted.

"That and the fact that you cheated on her." John interjected receiving another jab from Arthur.

"You alright?' Isaiah asked.

"Of course, Johns right we aren't together anymore." Michael reminded. "She can see whoever she wants."

"Are you sure your alright mike?" Isaiah asked once again.

"If I said no would you leave her?" Michael asked looking intensely into his friends eyes.

Looking away from his stare Isaiah hung his head before meeting Michael's gaze "No."

"Alright then." he said throwing back his shot. "There isn't anything to talk about."

___________________The Next Night____________________

Your back was pressed against the bar of the Garrison as Isaiah pressed his lips against your, one hand in you face while the other was traveling down your waist. After is talk with Michael you both had gone back to hanging out at the Garrison like you used to do only this time it was with Isaiah Instead of Michael.

Pulling away to lean his forehead against yours Isaiah gave you little pecks on your lips. "I love you so much." He confessed the both of you a slightly buzzed. "Your so beautiful." He complements before leaning down to place kissed on you neck.

Laughing at the state of your boyfriend you replied. "I love you too Isaiah."

But before either of you knew what was happening Isaiah was yanked away from your body and thrown to the floor.

"What the he-."Isaiah started only to be cut off by a fist to the face.

"How could you do this to me." A clearly drunk Michael Grey stands above your boyfriend. "Your supposed to be my mate, How could you take her from me?" He asked throwing another punch.

Finally snapping out of the initial shock Isaiah pushes the drunk Grey off of him, quickly standing to his feet. Staggering back to his feet Michael's glare stays locked with Isaiah.

"Calm down mate." Isaiah said holding his hands up in surrender. "Your drunk." He pointed out.

"You took her from me." He repeated.

"Michael." You called out. "Stop this, You should go home and sleep this off." You said.

"Come with me." He said walking over to you. "Come home with me like you used to before."

"No Michael we aren't together anymore." You remind him backing away farther down the bar. "You need to go home alone."

"No I want to go home so we can talk, can't you just talk to me?" He asked.

"We can talk in the morning Michael." You lied. "Okay? people are watching Michael."

"I don't care." He replied turning to face the rest of the bar. "Get the fuck out all of you!" He shouts to the on looking patrons.

"your heard him," Tommy said seeing as no one made any move you leave. "We're closed for the night everyone out." He demanded causing everyone to rush for the door. Looking around you notice the bar was now empty except for the Shelby family, you and Isaiah.

"Now we can talk." Michael offered reaching out and grabbing you hand. "I miss you so much, please just talk to me."

Looking to the remaining occupants of the room you see all eyes watching the two of you as if wondering if you were about to slap him or rush into his arms. taking a deep breath to look firmly back to the blonde boy.

"Michael...no." You stated. "We aren't going to talk, there is nothing left you say. You cheated on me and there is nothing to talk about." you say.

"I'm with Isaiah now and you said you could handle that, obviously you can't and I guess I understand that, But you have no right to do this to me not after what you did." You continue. "This is your family's bar and if its really that hard for you we won't come here anymore but I won't let you ruin another relationship for me for you own selfish reasons." With that you walk over to Isaiah, grabbing his hand and walking to the exit.

"Y/N." Tommy called.

"Not tonight Tommy." You replied slowing down but not stopping. "Please." Exiting the bar walking away from you ex and would-be family.

You had moved on and it's time Michael did as well

Part Two | Masterlist

#Michealgrey #PeakyBlinders #MichaelGreyxReader #PeakyBlindersImagine #MichaelGreyImagine #Micheal Grey #Michael Grey X Reader #Peaky Blinders #Isaiah Jesus #Isaiah Jesus Imagine #Isaiah Jesus x reader

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luisjuanmilton · 3 years ago

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Hello, Ana, I hope you're doing okay. I saw your latest posts and you got some pretty rude anons in your ask box. I'm just writing this to add my 2 cents to what's happening since Silverstone because, as much as I don't agree with a couple of things you say, I think people are completely missing the point about some of your statements and are sending unjustifiable hate towards you (as I recall, an anon was sending asks about you to another blog asking if they were on your side and that's just peak stupidity). So, I'm watching F1 since the 2001 season (yes, I'm above 40) and when Alonso became the WDC in 2005 it was the best season ever for me. Men are not my thing, so I've never felt particularly fond of any of them on a personal level, social media wasn't a thing, I'm also working on STEM, so the technical aspect of the sport always fascinated me. I'm saying all of this because when Alonso won he broke a streak of victories held by Michael from and from a sports perspective, that was awesome. Dominance in the sport is boring. I never had anything against Lewis, he's undoubtedly the GOAT and I actively supported him in 2014 (Vettel's dominance had to end) and even 2015. But since Nico retired and Lewis' dominance became unparalleled (because as much as he has the same 7 WDCs as Michael, Lewis is a much better driver, and Michael played dirty, so Lewis had way more to achieve), and I was wondering when someone would come to stop that (maybe Vettel again?) (+)

Guys this is the first part of a very long three part ask I received which continues in full after the read more, and I want to ask everyone to read it because it’s incredibly well put and well written and it’s so important. I really think it perfectly explains the situation at hand and that’s why I’m going as far as to use Max’s tag, but if you’re a Max fan who doesn’t want to read it this is your cue to not click on the read more - even if I would advise for you to read the whole thing.

(+) The thing is, with the events that happened off track I can no longer wish for such a fiercely fought championship, and the reason why is that I don't trust RedBull and Max's work ethics anymore.

A championship should be decided ON TRACK, not with lawsuits and discourses full of vitriolic racist-toned hatred. It's a fact: RedBull as a scuderia did an amazing job this year, that car is insanely fast, Max himself is absurdly talented, but at this point can we really separate things to the point of sweeping racism under the rug and focus on the championship as if nothing is happening?

I always listen to the mantra "you can't separate the artist from their work" so how can we do it? How can we look at RedBull objectively and still feel happy for their results at the cost of Lewis Hamilton's wellbeing?

I see lots of people messaging you saying you're equating cheering for Max with being racist and no, not everyone cheering for Max is racist, but AT THIS POINT, could you guys cheering for Max ignore how permissive he is?

He has so much power inside that team, he could make Horner and Marko stop their nonsense, he could've issued a statement condemning the racism thrown at the fan, he could, as a public person, take responsibility in his hands and stop that shit. But he's silent. His IG post? Adrenaline.

But now, 48hs later there's really an excuse for his silence? Guys, as much as he's angry, it's not like people are calling Lewis only a bad driver, they are offending his race, their posting monkey emojis to his social media.

In Max's shoes, would you see your rival going through that and remain silent as if your pain due to your crash and missing the race could somehow be equivalent to RACISM? I'm not demanding you all to stop liking Max per se or trying to say he's a bad driver, this is not the point AT ALL.

I was there during the Schumacher era and, believe me, Michael wasn't an angel on track. Formula One always sparkled heated debate, but I've never seen anything like this before. Lewis is silent since Sunday, a couple of drivers are either issuing personal statements or a standardized GPDA text, and Max is still silent.

And in my view, regardless of how I feel about him as a driver, as a human being, he's failing miserably. This championship shouldn't be more important than standing for Lewis against the racists coming for him.

So instead of complaining people are calling you racist for supporting Max, ask yourself for how long you can put his behavior off track behind in a serious matter like this. Instead of asking Ana or any other fan to be better in their statements, go to Max's page and demand him to say something.

You're all aiming at the wrong target. RedBull has black employees, could any of you imagine how they must feel as well? How do black fans feel? As for the championship, I hope Lewis gains a huge advantage soon as Horner and Marko will clearly try everything to have him banned until Abu Dhabi.

Let's move our desire to have a competitive championship to 2022 when, hopefully, Ferrari will give Charles a decent car. Nothing, guys, nothing can be more important right now than a black man - black fans, black employees - wellbeing and mental health. We're crossing a line we shouldn't have and people need to be accountable for their actions.

#thanks for this anon really #it was very eye opening even for me #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #formula 1 #long post #tw racism

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cherrycheridarling · 4 years ago

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'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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franki-lew-yo · 3 years ago

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The Romantic (2009, R, Gothic Fantasy/Horror), aka the most forgotten animated film in the world

What if I told you there was a movie under serious threat of becoming lost media with no clear reason as to WHY it's been lost other than no one has apparently watched it besides me and a few people on Reddit? What if I told you that movie wasn't half bad and would no doubt have some interest peeked if anyone DID know about it?

The name of that movie is The Romantic.

It was released in 2009 and it's Rated R for nudity and sex scenes [insert Robbie Rotten meme here], though none of it too graphic. It was a pet project created by animator Michael P. Heneghan, originally starting as a flash project for his animation class before he expanded it into a feature film. The film was inspired by movies such as The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, but what I see every time I look at it is a touch of Jhonen Vasquez, Tim Burton, and Roman Dirge- the guy behind Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl. It's flash animation especially remind me of the puppet-rigged toons of the 2000s (again like Salad Fingers or Lenore). It's not bad, it's just not inherently 'feature film' quality flash, nor is it exceptionally artistic like Sita Sings the Blues in it's simplicity. Like, really, if you happen to find this thing it's not the worst animated project at all it's just amateur for a professional production. I've seen worse flash movies. Heck, if The Romantic were released in separate parts on youtube or Newgrounds as a series (ala Homestuck) I'm sure it would have been really successful and totally in it's element. But it wasn't.

Because next to no one has seen it and I'm lucky to have not only ever seen it when it was available for free but have also found it recently (hush hush, I ain't telling you how) I'm going to actually give you all a plot synopsis under the cut. There will be some details I leave out and I think I've spelled some characters names wrong. It's a bit of a surrealist film as well, so you might need some things explained.

Spoilers ahead:

The Romantic is set in an autumnal, surrealist world inhabited by humans and monsters and ruled by three gods; Po the goddess of love; Pik the god of Hate; and Pjorrc the god of time though Pjorrc was made to live inside a pumpkin moon as everything he touched rabidly aged and died.

((Tapestry art featuring the main three gods of the film.))

A young man (called “Romance” or “The Romantic” by the other characters) performs a bull sacrifice in order to summon Abbledepopa, the unseen creator of the other gods and ‘storyteller’ of the world. The sacrifice does not conjure Abbledepopa but, when Romance spares a monster that was ready to eat him, the monster tells him of a profit named Patience. Patience is a foul-mouthed dwarf living alone with an army of babies who points Romance in the direction of Po.

((Romance outside of Patience's house.))

Romance wants the god’s help because he has fallen out of love with his girlfriend. Po grants him his desire and restores his love only for Romance to return home and find his girlfriend with another man. Blinded by heartache and rage, Romance kills her. He then swears vengeance on the gods for ‘making’ him do it. In the midst of this vow, a corrupt prophet called Fat Daddy kills the queen of Vauxhaul (Romance's home) and her guards, and forges a new body for his newborn son with their bodies. Fat Daddy rallies the townsfolk behind him in supposedly finding the Queen’s murder into follow a new religion called "The Poetic End".

((Romance (right) besides the monster he spared at the beginning of the movie.))

Patience accompanies Romance on his quest and tells him to take Po’s mask, which hides her true face, once he kills her. Romance buys Po’s trust by weaving her a tapestry that tells her story: in the dawn of time Po and Pjorrc were in love. However, Pjorrc gradually became distant and Po became resentful when their daughter, Love, earned Po's original title as the god of romance and love.

In the present day, Romance sleeps with Po for over a year before finally killing her and taking her mask. He and Patience return to his home of Vauxhul only to be chased out by Fat Daddy’s personal army. They flee to Marshallton, the town nearest to the god Pik.

((Romance's hometown of Vauxhul. ))

The king of Marshallton, King Crookie, tells Romance of a prophecy he, Patience, Fat Daddy and all the gods are a part of and that the world is soon to change. Romance then fights and successfully kills Pik when he shows the god of hate his reflection in a mirror King Crookie gave him, but not before losing his hand to Pik.

When Romance comes down the mountain he learns from Patience that nine years have passed since his fight with Pik began. Patience reveals to Romance what Pik saw in the mirror that allowed Romance to take the killing blow; after Love had grown up and married, Po asked Pik to tell her where her husband was always running off to. Pik reluctantly revealed Pjorrc was disguising himself as a human and married a mortal woman. Po found Pjorrc and his pregnant second wife, forcing Pjorrc to leave his human family behind, but not before asking his wife to name their son “Patience”. In retaliation for his treachery, Po proceeded to sleep with fifty men and produce the fifty bastard children in Patience’s house.

((Fat Daddy, the main villain.))

Marshallton and the entire rest of the world has fallen to the rule of Fat Daddy, who captures Romance and Patience. Fat Daddy tortures Patience into telling him how to get to Pjorrc but is unable to convince Romance to take part in his ‘new world’ or give him Po’s mask. Romance and Patience escape and leave the village to be torn apart by the fifty babies Po had, now transformed into veracious monsters after Patience didn’t feed them for the past ten years. Romance confronts Patience when he realizes the latter is Pjorrc’s son. Patience calls Romance out on his mantra of vengeance and points out that all his decisions are his own, not the gods, and instructs him to seek Love herself in Po’s basement. Patience then attempts to confront Pjorrc but is cornered and killed by Fat Daddy before he can do so.

In Po’s basement, Romance finds Love nailed to a wall, her face torn off and half eaten by her deformed husband. Love tells Romance that Po ripped off her daughter’s face in rage over Pjorrc’s infidelity and Pjorrc did not intervene fast enough. Po then threw Love into her basement, turned Love’s husband into a monster, and wore her daughter’s face as a mask - which Romance had broken into pieces moments ago after Patience had shown him his face in King Crookie’s mirror. Romance then finds Pjorrc hanging himself. As he dies, Pjorrc tells Romance to take the hand Fat Daddy had cut off and sew it onto himself, which will in turn help Romance defeat Abbledepopa.

Romance traverses the wasteland and does not find Abbledepopa, but instead a golden loom. Having seen all the destruction he and others had caused, Romance sits upon the loom and accepts his fate as the new ‘storyteller’ of the world, as he begins weaving a new one...

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I mentioned before the animation quality of the film and why maybe that caused people to overlook it. The only other thing I could complain about on a technical level with The Romantic is it's sound design. Some of the voices and music is a little too quiet and so all these key details I had to go through the film a few times to really piece together. But that leads me to the thing I like about this movie and I'm sure others would to: the lore.

It's very hard to create a new fantasy world w it's own customs, religions, history and rules out of the blue as any YA Harry Potter/Hunger Games ripoff book could tell you. The Romantic is so unique in how it handles the pantheon and culture of these three gods and their kin; really only four or five characters throughout the entire story aren't connected to the gods or prophecy in some way, as there's the main three gods, Abbeldepappa, and the prophets Patience, Love and Fat Daddy, who make up your main cast besides Romance. There's a lot that's intentionally left unexplained and other info that must be explained, like Pjorrc and Po's marriage and Romance's feelings towards the gods, if we want to understand the former. The movie is paced pretty well and knows when to follow up on what, it's just that again some of those animation and editting shortcomings might make it hard to understand...but I don't think THAT hard. Look, if someone can enjoy Starchaser: The Legend of Orin or even better surrealist world-building films ((Fantastic Planet comes to mind)), then I say there's no reason The Romantic wouldn't have a following. There's no other way I can articulate why and what doesn't work about the story except just to recommend you watch it yourselves, but before I get into that I want to talk themes...because I love the themes and tone of The Romantic.

I revisited The Romantic a week before I made myself watch Centaurworld and The Owl House for the first time...and what a week that was~! The Romantic has the vibe of those kinds of shows along with Adventure Time and Infinity Train ((so I hear, I haven't watched the latter)). It's surreal and you'll only marvel at 'woooah wut an acid trip' for so long before you get into the vibe of the universe. It also reminded me substantially of the Broadway musical Hadestown and not just because this movie is also a self-contained, somewhat self aware fable about the relationships between humans and gods - it's very raw in how the characters talk. It's very emotional and blunt in how kind and how cruel they can be, and it doesn't make excuses or really worships any one of them. Romance himself is the world's most likable Incel: he murders a woman he thought he needed to love and blames his emotions on the gods of those passions...except the gods AREN'T the manifestations of love, time, and hate - they simply dictate and oversee it in the lives of men. It's a dynamic I really like in religious works where Gods are powerful but not all knowing or puppet masters to everyone's design- they have morality too and there is only so much you can blame and get from them.

"You made your gods into excuses and your excuses into gods!"

-Patience. This here is a cool quote. I like this quote.

No matter what, The Romantic is not gonna be a film for everyone. We all have our tastes - I think I'm drawn to it and accepting because I've come to love these kind of worlds that used to keep me up at night - these trippy 70s inspired fantasy landscapes given a whole Avatar: The Last Airbender degree of worldbuilding and character worth. It also doesn't feel exploitive in it's violence, it's sexuality, it's grimmness - it doesn't feel like it's trying to hard or going over the top because it happens to be an adult animated film, something that I love in movies like 9 or Hair High but really turns me off in stuff like Sausage Party or Wizards. Whatever go watch The Romantic...

if you can.

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When I first saw this film in 2016 it was actually very accessible and was even uploaded to youtube by the creator himself. I don't know WHAT happened to Michael P. Heneghan, but simply put, the man's disappeared...like...REALLY disappeared.

Lookit his IMDB. He has The Romantic and a wapping two other projects to his name. His Twitter isn't very helpful either. He last updated in early 2020 and he says next to nothing about The Romantic. It's so odd that he would one day be happy with the film enough to host it on Vimeo and Youtube but then just cop out.

According to a Reddit user: "On Valentines Day 2011, Heneghan released the film for free online through all kinds of platforms including direct download, bittorrent, Vimeo, and even directly through Archive.org. He even joked about releasing a 300 gig uncompressed version.

I know I watched it on Vimeo probably as recently as 2016. Now I can't find it anywhere. The website is dead, the Vimeo video went private, even the archive.org version has been taken down. It really looks like he wanted to wipe it off the face of the internet. His newer website mentions it, but again, the Vimeo link is dead and even that website is closed for business."

It's weeeird. What happened Michael?

And yes, obviously, other people worked on the movie.

No - I can't find out anything about them either.

I'm betting on three theories at the moment: 1) this film is an SCP or some Candle Cove weirdness with only me and a handful of people ANYWHERE remembering it, 2) something weird is going on w Michael Heneghan and it involves too something about this film. It was a scam or a scheme or a hidden agenda weirdness, 3) Heneghan's doing okay he just doesn't like this film anymore and wants it hidden while he takes a break.

Look, I get it Michael! What was once our life's worth can become cringe as you improve as an artist - you're not the person making the stuff you were ten years ago...but you should still have the film kept alive somehow. Someway.

I'm seriously the only person to have ever made fan art of this movie on the internet. That just doesn't happen, and I don't think I like being in a fandom of one. The Romantic is a testament to the power of design and storytelling > animation quality itself. Too often I see people equate good animation with smooth animation, with a budget with squash and stretch. These animations are good but art is diverse and there's so many kinds of films out there, the value of the medium can't just be in one style/form. There's a lot of honestly wonderful pieces of art out there if you know where to look and you're willing to see where it leads you.

Don't let The Romantic be the most forgotten movie of all time. Reblog this post. Show it to your friends. PM the animation community reviewer people like Saberspark and someone who isn't Saberspark and smuggle them a copy.

Keep telling the story...

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magmacannon · 2 years ago

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OC ask meme lets go 16-20 and 31 & 32

YEEHAW let's do it... these are fun ones thank u

Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? Best biologist would be Yarrow if he actually focused on it because organic sciences come more easily to him, but also he might not be the best because his focus would be everywhere. Roman is the secondmost likely to do well at it because he's a giant nerd who lives for school and knowledge and just always does that with all his classes.

Any OC OTPs? oOO with my own guys not as much but me and my wife have a few... huge shoutout to the OGs Roman and Vince, still going strong quite literally 14 years now! (Of my own characters besides this I think I'm... forming an otp for two skyship captains... late-middle aged milf rivals is very tempting to me)

Any OC crackships? fjfhd GOOD question. I think Yarrow smash or passing every character I have is very funny as an idea, and maybe the funniest possibility is like. the absolutely world-ending relationships between the primal gods of my setting (the giant 200 mile centipede has the hots for the unknowably huge primal god of earth, go girls!!!)

Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) Okay choosing one is hard but I've been thinking abt him a lot so it's time to talk abt Yarrow!! Yarrow was the first developed OC that I made that wasn't either Just Me but slightly different (i.e. Roman) or tied/inspired by some sort of media (FR, other games I'd played) and like... idk!!! He's very important to me because of that but because he was the first character that I sat down and purposefully made a detailed background for, and is still one of the few characters I have that is intensely bold and has hard edges to him. He represents overcoming obstacles to me and becoming genuinely good person because you want it even if you're not perfect or 100% successful all the time, and then applying that same grace to others. Also he's fun to get clothes designed for and can be a goofy guy on the side which means I have fun with him in serious and silly situations.

Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? Of my developed OCs that I can think of off the top of my head, Roman and Yarrow and Sgositova can for SURE sing and do so enough that others would know about it. Roman's a tenor with the best overall vocal skill of the bunch (he can get very loud if he wants to and still sounds pretty good!), Yarrow's a high baritone who has evolved to be a little more smooth jazz than his original voice claims (somewhere in the slider between Michael Buble and Frank Sinatra), and Tova's the worst singer technically with the most gusto and she's a husky-voiced alto (sea shanties will do that). OCs that can sing decently but don't do it often are Rho (higher alto than Tova, could sing lounge jazz if she wasn't shy) and Leynth (tenor as well, beautiful voice but has trouble with breath support and holding a note without accompaniment).

Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) Gonna pick someone I haven't mentioned as much it's time for Grey because I think his blog would be objectively funny. Grey's blog is aesthetic black and white photos of modern architecture, grandiose party aesthetics, jewelry and suits (with links to buy them that were either there or he added on his own), and advertisements for his own business products (assuming they existed). He'd tag things with a three digit code depending on type and would have everything queued and genuinely it'd be hard to determine whether his account was a personal or company account until one day he posts something notably horny or extremely emotional and then quickly covers it up with about 80 reblogs.

Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? Roman.............................................................. just because he'd be a miserable little bastard who's nearly crying and says "who's there????" at every noise. Special mention to Dehiscence for being the monster in a horror game tho they'd do well.

#ty so much for the ask!!! I'm gonna get to the rest of them tomorrow hehe #c: Roman #C: dehiscence #c: yarrow #c: sgositova #c: leynth #c: rho #c: grey

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years ago

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Lovers at last

Calum Hood x Reader

summary: after years of being friends and even a band mate of the guys, you grow up and experience something you never thought you would.

a/n: this was definitely something from like 3 in the morning so hopefully you all enjoy. also this is during like youngblood era for those who like the timeframes. there are also some typos but i mean it’s okay lol adds on to the effect.

You and the boys have been together as friends since middle school, it was always the 5 of you, when the guys were creating the band and posting videos on youtube you helped them figure that part out and being the technical bandmate, especially when it came to social media. However as time moved along the boys were getting big and had gotten their own team, you didn't take this as a bad thing, it was good they were getting noticed and having their music heard. Even if they were away you were still a part of the band, it didn't matter if it was official or not, you were a part of the band.

You on the other hand, had gotten yourself in the music industry and started as an intern producer for a record label and making tunes for some starting bands. Your talent in creating these tunes eventually brought all types of artists from around the world to work with you. You later got into writing lyrics and started writing music for other artists. Of course this went around pretty fast getting attention from many artists. You had told the guys about this way before you started, they were all sure you were going to make it big as well. In the younger years you had helped the band before with lyrics and tunes or chords. Helping them find their sound.

Skip forward to knowing you were currently texting with Cal as he and the guys were on tour, while you were meeting or well about to meet the one and only Ariana Grande who needed to find some new sounds for her new album. Before meeting with her you were freaking out and needed someone to talk to and that's where this story leads us.

Meeting ariana grande was one of the things you have always dreamed of, of course when you were contacted for some help with producing you thought it was a joke because who would send an email saying they are ariana grande and would like to work with you on their album, that just doesn't happen, but in this case it did for you. You had everything prepared for her to give a listen to and let her decide on what changes needed to be made and for her to just be comfortable with the new samples you made for her.

Talking to her in text was something you were good at but now you were officially meeting her and getting her full opinion about the stuff you made. It was about an hour of you showing her all the stuff you came up with and she was just so fascinated with what you came up with. To be honest you were unsure what she wanted so you made a lot, and I mean a lot of material, so you were prepared for anything that she might need.

“These samples are crazy good! I've been trying to find a new sound and these three simple songs need these sounds, this is really amazing.” she said as you nodded being glad you were able to find her sound, “well i'm glad you like them, im happy to help, it's an honor really.” you said as she shook her head, “i should be saying that about you, you have crazy talent for this. Have you considered moving to LA?” she asked as you shrugged, “maybe one day, i'm not sure yet, i don't know if you know but i'm friends with 5 seconds of summer,” you said as she gasped and nodded, “oh yeah i've heard of them, but what do they have to do with you moving to LA?” she asked as you continued, “Well we grew up together here and i don't know i wouldn't want to leave them and the place where we all grew up.” you said as she nodded completely understanding, “yeah it's tough, but if they are your friends i feel like they would understand because they are growing, it wouldn't hurt for them seeing you grow too.” she said quite simply and honestly as you nodded taking that advice to heart.

You knew that maybe just one day you would move your career somewhere else, but you just didn't want to leave home. Yeah they leave you while on your but they always come back, even if it's just for a while, they come back. A part of you wanted to go to LA and pursue your dreams there, but your home was here. You didn't want to leave the place where you grew up. Of course this needed to be talked with. Not just your parents, but with cal and the guys.

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Weeks later the guys had all come home and you sent them all a message that you needed to talk to them all together. The guys were slightly confused but they wanted to see you anyway so they all agreed.As you were in the old garage where they used to rehearse you were more nervous that you thought you were. You had made the final decisions and you were moving to LA, you had signed off with a good company and you were officially to move away from home. Everything was done, you just needed to tell the guys.They all walked in as they all saw you sitting down with a very serious face and began to worry.

“hey guys.” you said as they all smiled at you and gave you a hug as you looked at all of them and worried how they were going to react. “So why did you bring us all here?” Michael asked partly worried as the rest followed you to sit down, “Well i have some news i needed to share, and well you were on tour and i couldn't interrupt that.” you said as ash shook his head, “y/n, you know we're here for you no matter what, even if we are on tour.” Ash said as you smiled for his compassion, “what is it dovey?” cal asked probably the most worried out of all of the group. He was scared of what was going on and was prepared for any news that could change your life and his plans of telling you how he felt about you. To be frank he had always beat himself up for it whenever the days passed and he didn't tell you about his feelings, he was close to telling you, but with this news he might just tell you now. You two were close and you met cal first way before the guys, so it would be understable if you and cal needed some privacy with what you were about to say.

“Well, you remember when I met Ariana Grande and did some samples for her album?” you asked as they all nodded and luke spoke, “yeah those were amazing by the way, were sorry we couldn't be there to celebrate.” he said as you shook your head softly with a small smile, “its okay, i know you guys were out celebrating out there,” you said with a giggle as they all joined in, “Well we talk about uh.. about moving to LA and i've been considering it, but at first i didn't want to decide alone because well i didn't want to leave home but uh, what i'm trying to say is that basically..” you said pausing as cal spoke, “you're moving to LA.” he said as you looked at him with a sorry look and nodded looking at the rest of the guys. There was a slight pause but that was because the guys were processing this whole situation, you were moving away and that was okay as long as you were happy.

“Im sorry, if this is gonna ruin our friendship, but i feel like i need to go there. Things are good here, but LA is where I can grow and become better.” you said as they all shook their heads, “don’t apologize y/n, how many times have we left you? You didn't stop us, you empowered us to keep our heads up which is what we will do for you.” Ash said as Michael nodded, “as much as it hurts seeing you leave, we know they need you over there, our friendship isn't over, in fact it will grow. We might even create music together.” he said as you smiled and looked over at luke, “it's not the end is all i know, it's a beginning for all of us. I mean who knows we might all be in LA soon, so you won't be alone. We're here for you y/n we always will be. '' he said as you looked over at Calum who had a sad look, but he was happy deep down inside, but he couldn't believe that even more distance would separate you two.

“Cal?” you asked as he looked at you in a certain way and you looked at the guys to give you two some personal space and they nodded and left. You took one look at Cal and knew something was wrong the minute you spoke about LA. For you two him leaving was enough distance between you two, now he knew what you felt when he was leaving, but this time you were leaving for good.

“What's wrong cal?” you asked as he looked at you, this was his time he knew it, it was time despite the bad timing, “this is probably bad timing, but... i love you, i've always been in love with you.” he said as you looked at him in seriousness. You didn't know if this was him wanting you to stay or if these were his true feelings, but you felt your heart beating faster and felt it get warm as your eyes were on him.

“Wait what?” you asked as he looked over at you, “i'm in love with you dovey, always have been. I'm not telling you this to make you stay, I just needed you to know is all.. I just need you to know before you leave,” he said as you looked at him and your eye contact was firm, “what..what do you mean years?” you asked as he grabbed your hands and you didn't pull away. He knew this was a sign, “since we first met there was something about you that just pulled me in, it was everything about you, there wasn't one bad thing about you, i just can't stand keeping it in, i need you more than just a friend.” he said as you were nervous with what you were about to say next, “cal.. I'm in love with you too.” you said in a whisper as he looked up quickly hoping he had heard you right.

“You- really?” he said as you pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips had connected in need for one another's touch after years of thinking one another saw each other as friends. This moment that the both of you had dreamed of was happening. His hands were all over your waist as they traveled up to your cheek and yours were on his jaw and hair. Once the kiss broke you both stared into one another's eyes and you smiled, “i love you.” you said again as cal smiled and took you in for a kiss once again and this was definitely the start of something new.

...

Moving to LA had its perks, mainly for your job, you had met new people and even helped out starter bands or singers with their career and sending them off with a great bang. You have also been working with big time singers and bands and helping them out with some new sound. You were given some new material and had even created some for a band that your boss said would be coming in and wanting some sort of new sound for their album. You wondered who they were not knowing what band it was. All you were told was that they were working on their 3rd album and needed some help.

As you waited for their arrival you texted Cal to see how he was doing. Ever since you two started dating, texting around the day and being near your phone as a must. He missed you dearly and you missed him, so the small messages around the day helped. He also came over from time to time, but not a whole lot.

You were quick to get into the room and you were shocked with who was in front of you. Cal was in front of you and you were quick to run over to him and hug him tight. You gave each other a small peck as you enjoyed one another's company, “what? How and when?” you said as you heard someone cough as you turned around and saw the 3 other boys standing in front of you. “What are you guys doing here?” you said with a smile as you hugged them all in a group hug, you sure missed them after not seeing them for a year. “Well we are here to work on our album, we heard there's an amazing producer here.” Michael spoke and it hit you with the realization that it was them you were working with. “Wait seriously, you want my help? But I thought you were in europe?” you said as luke nodded, “yeah we were there a couple days ago, but we need your help. The album is going great but we still need more sounds and samples.” he said as you nodded, “well okay i can help you with that, but are you sure you want my help?” you said as cal grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him as the boys nodded, “yes we need your help, you know us better than anyone, and well you are the best in LA,” ash said as you smiled, “okay yeah i'll help.” you said looking at everyone and over at cal with a smile.

Before working you all hung out for a while and to also see the vibe they were wanting to find. You were just over the moon that they were here, you had missed them so much and just needed to see your friends again and of course your boyfriend. You were looking through lots of new material the whole day just to see what they like and seeing if you could place it all together and get them something they want so they can start with recording.

“These samples are all good, you could make something with that, but just, we want it simple yet complex.” Michael said as you nodded, “yeah for sure, I should have some stuff in here,” you said as Luke nodded, “yeah also if you want to, we have the lyrics set for these songs,” he said as he handed you the files with the lyrics. The songs titles in here were moving along, more, monsters among men, and one that was titled valentine but that one had no lyrics, “this one doesn't have lyrics? You're making a song about valentines day?” you said pointing it out as ash nodded, “well yeah, it's in a couple days and we were all thinking about how many people were going to make a song and release it as well, we want to make our own version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas but with valentine's day.” he explained as you nodded. You then walked over to the computer remembering these two samples that were perfect for this song, “that's funny because i have this sample, well i have two actually,” you said clicking through and finding them both and laying them out in repeat as the boys all stood behind you watching you do your thing.

“Okay the first one is just a, “dum, dum, dum, dum, um.” over and over, and the second one is just, “valentine,” over and over again as well, but if you were to place it on top of one antoher..you get this.” you said as they all gave it a hear and it was so uncanny but perfect, the lyrics were already flowing in.

The guys were all happy with there they left things off leaving you to rest and of course spend time with cal. You two were walking out hand in hand into your car, you were heading over to the drivers side but he followed you and you looked up confused, “you wanna drive?” you asked as he took your keys and smiled, “yeah, i've got a surprise actually, so i was hoping we could make a stop there.” he said as you nodded, “okay cal..just don't kill me or anything.” you joked as you got on the other side of the car, “ dovey i would never kill you, i would probably kill for you though,” he said as you scrunch your nose and you had reached over for a kiss before leaving.

On your way there his hand was near yours, the most he missed about you was your touch and he just needed a part of you touching him making him feel safe. Ever since you left he had missed you dearly and well of course duke. You couldn't see duke as much which sucked, but you knew that you would see him soon whenever it was your turn to go to visit.

Once you made the stop, you were parked in front of a house, “who lives here?” you asked as he got out to open your side of the door and you two walked over to the front of the house as he held you in his arms hoping you could guess. “Well it's definitely someone,” he said as you frowned as you headed near the door, once the door was opened you saw duke run over to you as you kneeled down greeting the puppy and even picking him up missing the pup’s barks and kisses, you then looked inside the house. You had seen all of cal’s things and then it hit you. “You? You live here?” you said with a smile as he nodded with a smile, “yeah i do, i wanted to be closer to you and I know this is probably way too fast, but i love you so much and I just can't live without you, you are everything to me and i want you to know that i have no regrets and i will never have any,” he said as you started tearing up and smiled at him as you couldn't believe that the distance between you two was finally over.

“You did this for me?” you asked quietly as he nodded softly, “well i'm not gonna lie this is very surprising but im happy, i miss you everyday and this changes that..but what about your parents?” you asked as he sighed, “actually dovey, they were the ones who convinced me to move over here. They saw how much i missed you, i didn't even leave the house i just want to be with you and well they knew i had to move...look if this isn't what you want then-” he said as you cut him of quick, “no, stop, this is what i want, i just want you to be sure cal,” you said as he walked over to you and kissed you as he held you in his arms and had placed your hands near his heart, “dovey i already told you, no regrets. This heart beats for you only. I want this, not just for me but for us.” he said as you smiled and just knew this had to happen.

“Also i want you to live here with me, i wanna wake up with you and fall asleep by your side, i can't stand being away from you dovey,” he said as you smiled and nodded, “of course i will, you're everything to me.” you said as you kissed once again. This was meant to be. It was the beginning. There were no regrets on either side, you were all in. you and him are soulmates, it just took a while to settle.

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Definitely, maybe.

Part three: The one with the biggest head.

Introduction. Part 1. Part 2. Part 4. Part 5.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: angst??? language, misspellings, and me learning how to write properly.

Word count: 5.5 k

a/n: This Timothée is also an actor but not based in the real one, this is all for drama purposes. This took me a long time thanks to college but I'm on vacation now so you'll see me more, also, 150 followers is a lot for me so thanks to everyone that decided that I'm interesting enough.

“He wrote his number on my left boob and drew a penguin with a spade next to it.” You say to Beth, your new friend and the other unpaid helper, a beautiful dark skin woman with two kids, something that made you respect her instantly, being a mother sounds hard enough, but two, Dios.

Two weeks ago was your first day at work, and even when you tried so bad not to get too excited, every single thing in it was even better than you imagined. The movie you’re helping is some kind of Pride and Prejudice, or that’s what you can tell by the costumes since you can’t read the script or go to the set yet, you're some kind of intern anyway.

“Sophisticated” She mumbles sarcastically while you iron one of the extra's pants, of course, do this isn’t the funniest part of the journey but it’s ok, you are learning a lot, meeting interesting people and of course, Jacqueline Durran. People say meet your idols is disappointing but this isn't the case, she's a sweet and hardworking woman, you haven't much time to talk with her but see her in action is enough satisfaction. For now. “My husband hid my wedding ring in my son's tooth under his pillow when I was about to change it for money, so he isn't a standard for romance either.”

“The Tooth Fairy, you meant.” You whisper when some people of the crew enter the trailer looking for something.

“No, we don't do that, I won't let that bitch take the credit for my money, no Santa, no Easter Bunny, anything.” You look at her like she just said her children eat only purple food.

“What, why?”

“I don't like to lie to them and they have the whole experience with gifts, money, and stuff. The point is, people have weird ways to express their affection, maybe Ben wanted you to know how much he likes your body and the penguin is a metaphor of how it's not just physical, a funny sparkle. Oh, and the spade is because he is a serial murder but you are his only exception.”

“What's your problem with Santa?” You ask ignoring the rest of her speech, the relationship with Ben is, weird, sometimes you feel like he likes you too much, and then ignores you for three days, you try not to think about it, you send messages to each other constantly with memes and shitpost, nothing serious, not that you wanted to but no appreciate the confusion. Beth hit you on the head with a fabric roll and you laugh.

“I don't like the idea of an old white man getting in my house in the middle of the night, and you're changing the subject.” But she didn't have time to elaborate because they called you to meet Durran outside the building. All the interns being anxious and ready to jump off a cliff if she asks for it.

“I need extra hands on set so everyone comes with me. You bring an extra makeup box.” She said pointing at some guy you never talked to “And you get ahead and prepare Anya.” She said to Beth. This is the most exciting moment you ever got, meet the actors, see the set and do some real and important work for the movie. “I'll take all the assistants with me today but as usual Mr. Chalamet arrived late so I need someone to prepare him.” She is examining everyone until her eyes stop on you, a little pink Chihuahua full of energy and emotion. “Yeah, you darling, you seem pretty and he probably won't eat you alive, he's in his truck. Everyone else, come with me.” She claps her hands, sign to everyone to do what they have to.

Oh, shit.

On one hand, you have your first important task, on the other, you have to deal with the biggest pain in the ass in Hollywood. Mr. Chalamet is a huge diva, with a bad mood and cute hair, you weren't disappointed to hear that, he already has a reputation as a hot brunette Draco Malfoy being bossy around the set. Why everyone seems to forget that, what's the secret behind being a total jerk and get away with it? Being handsome, yes, being the son of one of the most important actors of his time, ok, but most importantly, he is extremely good in what he does. Everyone thought he would be slowly lost in his father's shadow as many other nepobabies but he got two Oscar nominations for two different movies oh his debut year and since that, every movie he is part of, is a blockbuster.

Being constantly compared with someone must be stressful and sometimes you feel empathy for him; but not now, no when you see him sitting in his trailer like Joffrey Baratheon asking for your head. But that's not the right attitude, you are extremely professional and you promised yourself not to be on the list of fired people by him, and who knows, meet him could be exciting.

“Good morning.” You say trying to sound more self-confident than you actually are, you don't bother to look at him and go directly to the work table, he doesn't seem to care since is too busy watching his phone. His makeup it's done and his costume on, so the last thing to do is his hair, the new American treasure. He is sitting in front of the mirror wall, with a serious face and no intentions of giving you a good first impression.

“Where’s Fake Blonde Big Ears?” He says abruptly, surprising you, You give a little jump that you hope he didn’t see. His eyes connected with his phone with no interruption, not even a glance; you were aware that he is mean but, is he really ignoring your pretty white boots with tiny shiny strawberries that you sewed yourself, on purpose? There’s no way he didn’t see them, he isn’t ignoring you because he’s too cool to talk with an intern like you, he is ignoring you because he’s acting cool, and for some reason, that gives you some kind of comfort.

“Who?” You ask with a voice that sounds way softer and high than you pretended. You cough trying to clarify your throat and start preparing the brushes, you know how to do his hair, you studied every single part of the costume department for a moment like this, all of the helpers did, you don't have any reason to be nervous.

“If you have an audition problem tell me now, I hate repeating stuff, something that obviously isn’t a problem with Fake. Blonde. Big. Ears” He said the last part slowly as if he was talking to a senior person. You grip the brush hard until your fingertips turn white, but you managed yourself and start fixing his hair.

“I don’t have a problem but I don’t know anyone with that name.” Good, a diplomatic answer, kind, polite, no need to start a fight with your temporary boss, tomorrow you will be back at the studio with nice dresses and leather boots, they'd never insult someone for their looks, and most importantly, they can't fire you.

“I’d call acting idiot a problem, you know who I talk about and you choose to play dumb and be nice instead.” You look at him through the mirror to find his big green inexpressive eyes looking directly at your soul, slowly taking the life of it, or that’s how you feel it.

Don't look at a violent animal directly to the eye, advice your grandma gave you once and this is the perfect example of it.

“I don’t see why not being an asshole is a problem.” You almost regret saying that, but he was pushing you just in the right places and your temper is winning over you. Your hot blood gives you confidence enough to keep doing your work, doesn't matter what he says or what power he has. You work for Jacqueline, not him.

“Are you calling me an asshole?” He asks with the same stupid beautiful face, but you take the look away of the violent animal, hoping that's enough for him to not bite.

“Did you call me idiot?” You say ignoring the gaze that is pointing at you like the red dot sight of a gun in your forehead.

“I said you play like an idiot.”

“Then I guess I did.” And before he could say anything else you turn on the hairdryer and keep doing your thing gladly that you have to move your hands too much so he can’t see them shaking. You are pretty sure that you will regret every decision you made since you entered this room but it’s too late to get back to the nice girl.

An assistant knocked on the door giving the five minutes remain and you stop holding your breath, the fresh memory of the world outside this trailer is enough to keep you sane.

“Done.” You say finally putting the things you used back in their place, waiting for him to leave, but he is not leaving, of course, he doesn’t care about getting late for the shooting, everyone is there for him including you.

“You didn’t answer my question.” The sound of his voice behind you gives shiver to your spine even when he isn’t that close. You feel really stupid for giving him that power over you, is just a bully and you're not scared of them.

“Her name is Paulette and she’s helping on set.” Her ears are that big? You never noticed it, that makes you wonder what bad things he sees in you that you don’t.

“You look at people when they talk to you. Turn around.” …What? You do what he asks with frown eyebrows, he must be kidding, there’s no way an adult could talk like that to another adult, you almost break in laughs. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry, is just that I’ve never seen a head this huge.” You respond with a soft smile, and walking beside him, ready to run to your freedom and probably dismissal. His hand in your arm stops you suddenly, the tension of your body warns you that your about to choose violence.

“Brave comment coming of the ugliest boots that ever existed.” You knew he saw them, don’t appreciate the review but he didn’t completely ignore you. “At least I hope they’re comfortable enough to walk through the unemployed life.”

“Oh, they are, thanks for the concern Mr. Chalamet, I don’t understand why everyone says you’re such a dickhead.” You have an extracorporeal experience listening to yourself, you can’t let him get into your head and give him reasons to fire you and take the only thing in your life that has sense. You calm your breathing and look at him with an eased expression. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't...”

“Don’t ruin it.” He cuts you off rolling his eyes and lowering his grip to your forearm, softer and even sweet, like an unintentional caress. Your confused face makes him smile and shakes his head. “Just when you got my attention.” He whispers in your ear and proceeds to leave the truck with no other explication, leaving a shocked and scared pink woman with the eyes wide open and about to fade out. He is even more terrifying when is kind.

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“I’m home!” You yell closing the apartment door behind you, ready to jump into the couch, watch a corny movie that you never would admit you like, and cry. “I need Sheep’s special soup, I had one of those days!” You keep yelling at the empty space and go directly to the fridge.

“She went to the store.” A male voice beside you makes you scream and throw a ketchup bottle at his bare chest since is the first thing you find.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Michael, I’m dating Stella, I thought you knew, hey.” He offers you his hand and you look at it cautiously.

“Prove it.” You respond still hiding behind the fridge's door and looking for another thing to throw at him, something more harmful after the unsuccessful condiment.

“Prove it?” He laughs crossing his arms surprised at your demand. “Ok then, Stella is 21 years old, studies acting, blonde with small beautiful blue eyes, and shares this apartment with his Hispanic best friend with commitment problems and anger issues.“ You gasped feeling hurt by the second stranger insulting you today.

“She would never say that… the anger issues at least.” You close the fridge door now sure that he isn’t some kind of thief pretending to fix the heater to rob your cool handmade dresses and paintings of random people at the park. Not today but those things will be priceless someday.

“Yeah, she didn’t say that part but I can hear you screaming in the background when I call her, so.”This is not a good day to put your attitude in perspective, you don't want to add anything to the stereotype of Hispanic people being loud and dramatic but maldita sea, these Americans couldn't be more annoying today.

“Ok I’m loud, does that means I have anger issues? Typical Michael, judge, nosy, a hateful know it all and whiney, yes she told me about you and I won't tell you which part of that is what she didn't say.”

“Heeeey!” Sheep opens the door at the perfect moment for her to hear you insulting her new boyfriend and you run to hug her because she is the only person that never makes you feel judged “Oh no, honey, what happened?” She leaves the shopping bags and wraps you with her arms softly caressing your back.

“I insulted Timothée Chalamet, he said that my boots are ugly, then your half-naked boyfriend with tiny nipples said I have anger issues, something that is probably true because I called my boss an asshole and I’m surely gonna get fired because he said that I got his attention and I don't know if he was flirting with me o threatening me to death.” You whine on her shoulder releasing everything you kept for yourself on the way back home.

“I'm going to need more information... Timothee Chalamet?” She asks giving a step back to look at you, but you only whine in response. “It's ok love, it's ok, I'm going to make your soup and everything will be more clear later.”

She hurries to the kitchen and you see Michael's gaze mocking at you, you stick your tongue out at him and follow your friend. “Her name is Sheep, you pretentious fratboy.” You whisper when pass next to him.

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“Dickhead? I need to teach you how to swear, that's really the best you could think of?” Ben laughs through the phone making you blush, of course not, you have a thousand insults better than that, but none of those sounds good in English so you stick with the basics.

“Shut up, I was terrified and trying not to be that rude, I love that job.” You answer still doing your homework. When you get a job with industry relevance the college gives you some facilities for you to keep studying, but that includes tons of no mercy homework.

“After the boots comment? No way, I would have punched him in the face right there.” You heard him giggling.

“Careful, I still can get even with someone.”

“No, I’m for real I like them, actually, the next time I see you I want you to wear nothing but them.” He knows that the path to your smile is flattering your clothes because of how hard you work on them.

“It’s easier to say it since I haven’t seen you in a week.” You say making a big effort to not sound that needy, he has a way to make you forget everything around you, and even when that’s not a healthy choice, you crave for that feeling lately.

“I know, I want to see my cute Jigglypuff too but I want you to miss me badly so when I come back you can show me.” He says lowering his voice, making your stomach flinch, you love it when he uses that tone.

“I can show you now.” You say playfully and stopping to pretend that you care about your homework.

“Ok, fuck, just let me go to my room because I’m supposed to be at a reunion with the band and I didn’t know that press you to talk about your day would bring us here.” You laugh hearing his breath get cut for what you think is him running.

His band is making a small tour in towns around, just to make sure they have the zone covered before making a big concert and sold out, he is supposed to be back in a week and you can’t be more excited about seeing him again. His presence is so intoxicant and addictive, not caring about real-life problems, and not being able to see all the things about yourself that you don’t like. But, you like him that way? You have asked that question to yourself the last few days but since you're not ready for the answer, you don’t get deep into it.

↬☀︎︎

The next day you wake up with your phone in your hand, you turned off the alarm in your sleep and now you are terribly late to work. This is unusual in you but Ben kept you awake up for hours and then homework for the rest of the night. Say you had three full hours of sleep would be excessive.

“I’m sorry, I’m here! I overslept but I brought you a coffee and a firm excuse for my first and last delay.” Out of breath you start overwhelmingly Ted, the helper's manager, and offer him the drink you bought for yourself but seems more useful to charm him.

“It’s ok, he arrived ten minutes ago but is still eating breakfast so that gives you another five at least.” He says without looking at you but taking the coffee, you had no idea what he’s talking about and why your coworkers are looking at you like you have a fatal disease you don’t know about.

“I’m sorry, who arrived?” You ask hugging yourself, needing some kind of support. He finally looks at you and scans from head to toe, not rudely, just analyzing.

“Aren’t you...” He looks at his phone looking for something. “Hispanic. Pesky. Nice Ass?” He finishes putting his phone down and ignoring the awkwardness of bringing your ass to the conversation.

“...I guess, I mean yeah, could be.” There’s no other Hispanic intern in that department and ok, you have a nice ass, not sure about the pesky part, especially because you don't know what that means but if it's the way Timothée described you, you couldn't wait to be something completely kind.

“No one told you, huh?” He says with a distressing look. “Congratulations, you are the new cosmetologist of Mr. Chalamet, you are a paid employee from now on... if you see the good part, HPNA.” He says referring to the initials of your new nickname while starts walking away.

“Wait! No, I’m not a cosmetologist, I’m a costume designer, well, I aspire to be, I work for Mrs. Durran...” You start saying following him and trying to keep his track, is way taller than you.

“And she doesn’t care about you, she gets another intern in a second. This is a real and lifetime opportunity, some people would give a hand for a thing like this, and I'd be more worried about doing a good job and put his name in my resume. Now go to his trailer because he specifically asked for you.” You stop walking and see him getting away from you taking your complaints with him. He is right, this is a big moment for your career. But at what cost?

You go to his trailer and knock at the door with a different attitude than yesterday, you are mad, he has absolutely no right to take you of your workplace and claim you as his, and for what? Revenge? Insult you again? It doesn’t matter, you won’t let him win, the filming will last another two weeks and then you’ll be free, with a star in your curriculum and money.

“Mhm.” You hear subtly from the other side of the door. Ugh, he doesn’t even mind to offers you a complete word, no, you won’t give him the pleasure of seeing you mad again. You enter the trailer with a kind smile that obviously he doesn’t see because he doesn’t look at you, again.

“Good morning.” You say joyful, if what he's interested in is you doing drama then that's exactly what you won't give him.

“You are really making an effort to look like a cartoon character.” How could he say that? He didn't even see you, or that's what you think, his gaze never leaves the phone.

Today you chose baby blue shorts and tank top with white buttons in the middle, a necklace with cotton balls all around that look like tiny clouds, matching earrings, and white sneakers with big rainbow platforms. You look pretty, doesn't matter what he says so you give him a soft polite laugh, the one you'd give a teacher.

“Glad you notice.” You answer going for your tools with the same cheerful tone.

“Your hair is even blinder than yesterday.” He keeps saying, clearly expecting a shrewd answer from you, but you still the same when starts doing his makeup.

“Oh, thanks, I use a special shampoo, I can give you the name if you want to.” You answer like an actor of a commercial, credible enough. You lean to his face to cover the shine with a brush but he stops you by holding your wrist.

“How long do you think you can keep this stupid attitude?” He says softly in a velvet voice that would have melted you if you weren't this mad. He pulls you a little bit to his body and you don't put up resistance, not sure why.

“Until the very last moment.” You answer, release yourself from his grip and get back to your work. His smile increases devilishly while yours is weakened.

“Will see.”

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The next days happen as a long nightmare. You wake up every day after two or three hours of sleep, go to work, college, make a lifetime of homework, cry for five minutes, take a shower, and sleep as long as your alarm allows you. But the worst part is, not a surprise, Timothée Chalamet who works hard day by day humiliating and pushing you to your limits making you go for his food, spoon-fed him, cut his pills, ruin his hair to make you do it again, call you names, makes jokes about your clothes or hair and flirt in a passive-aggressive style that made you reconsider how much you want to keep working in films. He's not callously rude, is more like a naughty kid playing with his nanny, in other times you would have gone along with him but you're not there for that and the chaos around you just make it worst.

Ben has been your stand the whole week, making you smile with every message or just distracting you by saying stories of his crazy fans. You're not ready to have a relationship again but eventually, if the things with Ben keep going as great as now, you could give it a try.

“All I'm saying is that no one would blame you if you knock him off, everyone knows he's is a jerk, even me, and I've watched like three movies.” Ben says with a sleepy voice, he insisted to call you before work and since Timothée takes his time to arrive, you've been talking for almost an hour.

“His face must be assured for millions and I'm lucky if I buy a burger to lunch.” You say amused outside the trailer waiting for your headache of the day.

“I'll take you to dinner when I get back.” He replies using his flirty voice showing the multi intention of his offer.

“You'll be lucky if see me for five minutes. You should come one of these days and show him your muscles so he thinks I have a boyfriend double his size, maybe that calms him.” You laugh but he doesn't join you, instead, there's an awful silence that stabs you in the cheast. “Not that we are boyfriend and girlfriend, but he could think that.”

“Oh, great!” Now he laughs and sighs audibly, too much to not be offensive. “I thought we were about to have that awkward conversation where I tell you that we are not dating and we're just friends having a good time, hanging out with other friends too, and is nothing serious.” You laugh too but not for the same reasons. It's not that you want anything else right now, but just friends that see other friends? That is almost hurtful, or just hurtful, that means that he has been living the great life with his friends when you can't even hang out with your actual friends. You're not sure what bothers you the most, there's a long list to check.

“No, we are clear in that, even when we haven't mentioned any of that, and one could get confused... not me, obviously.” You see Timothée arriving at the perfect moment because you don't think that you can keep lying without getting upset. “I gotta go.”

“Ok love, I see you in three...” But you don't let him finish before hang up and enter in the trailer before the brunette does, that surprise him, and the absence of your forced smile and greeting.

“Buenos días.” He says in regular Spanish trying to catch your attention unsuccessfully. It may be the lack of proper sleep, eat, or Ben's new attitude but you are tired of keep playing with him a game that you can't win no matter how you see it. You don't answer but that's not his biggest fixation, your outfit is completely black, jeans, hoodie, and shoes, no sparkle or surprise detail, you look like a normal college student with a messy bun and eyebags. “I don't get the concept of your outfit today, are you the shadow of Peter Pan?”

“Not today.” You murmur ordering the things in your backpack because like if it's not enough you have an important exam today, the reason why your about to break your personal record with no sleep.

“Oh, Princess Bubblegum is moody today, so sad, but you can use that energy to take my car to the service after we're done here.” He starts saying walking to you gracefully, like a panther charming his food, if that has any sense.

“Not today.” You repeat slowly feeling the anger stuck in your throat, you are trying so hard not to yell and show how exhausted you are of everything. He takes another step forward and places a hand in your backpack putting it down forcing you to look at him.

“Shit, you look terrible.” He mumbles looking careful at your face, was that concern?

“You know what, Mr. Charmander? From now on you have the permission of three insults per day, after that, it would be very nice if you shut the fuck up for the rest of the journey. Or even better, what if you just shut the fuck up forever and that's it!” You start saying raising your voice gradually, avoiding look at him because that would take the pinch of boldness you found somewhere inside you.

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“Oh, you know my name! That's a fucking miracle Timothée because this must be the first time you say it and it's sadly the only expression of respect you have had for me.” You feel the blood up in your cheeks while you are fighting against the rage tears threatening to come out.

He waits until you stop talking and gives another step to you, but you are too emotional to care that your bodies are separated by just a few centimeters. He looks at you with affection and concern, for the last days he watched you lose your sparkle and it was almost hurtful. “What else?” He asks in a soft murmur that caresses your ears, the calm of his voice when he's not trying to be a pain in the ass is peaceful.

“Your selfish ass can't help to take everything you want. You had absolutely no right to take me off my job, do you have any idea of how hard I've worked? I can't sleep, I can't eat, I don't even enjoy what I study anymore, and none of that is your fault but being a complete dick and make my life miserable for your own entertainment is.” You realize how high you are talking but you don't care.

“Keep going.” He insists leaning his face to yours just enough to not be intrusive.

“You are rude, arrogant, cynical, and not as handsome in person.” You continue finally looking at his olive absorbing eyes that look more joyful at every second. “I don't know if you have some sort of SM fetish and you enjoy when I insult you but fuck it, don't make me part of this.”

“Are you done?” He asks with a grin and his hand taking the claw clip off your hair making it fall, he moves a lock behind your ear, and is at that moment that you realize the amount of sexual tension in the room, allowing yourself to smell his scent for the first time, perfume more expensive than your parents car, dim essence of herb mixes like mint or eucalyptus, and grape chapstick, you can see it glowing slightly on his lips.

“Enlisting all about you that pisses me off? It'll take several days.” Your voice get back to its regular tone and your eyes follow the trail of his hand that slides from your hair to your arm. You have chills. This is a new kind of mental torture?

“Good, the longer, the better.” His giggles dissolve the stress from your body and you take your time to breathe properly again, the new problem is your heartbeat. You should be mad at how he gets away with the rude things he did to you just smiling like a high schooler and touching you like a dog. But you are not. “I didn't know you wanted to be an intern, I assumed you'd love to work with me... because my head is giant.” He murmurs and you believe in his words, later you could blame the vulnerability that sleepless nights gave you. “I liked you and I thought that we were both playing.”

“I'm not a stray you adopt and play with it.” You stay firm even when his touch is melting you inside. “And tell my boss I have a nice ass, you call that a compliment? You have the romantic personality of a 13 years old boy.”

“Was that or Hispanic Pesky Clown Style, I had to be very specific.” He says amused, not offended by your words.

“Ya tuve suficiente...” You start saying and about to push him in the chest to walk away but he holds your face and takes you in a deep kiss that freezes you, the hold of his hands is soft and warm, not forcing you to stay close but enjoying your presence and claiming for more.

You hold his waist and end the space between both of you, receiving the comfort you didn't know you need. He holds the back of your neck and presses it just enough to make you stand on your tiptoes to reach his relief. You're not thinking clearly with your arms in his lower back and his tongue caressing your lips, it just feels correct at the moment.

He walks forward making you step back against the wall, you gasp against his mouth, he tightens the grab on your neck and you have to hold him harder fir you to not fade out. He gets that as a need for proximity and uses his free hand to take your thigh and lift you up, using his own body to give you support.

The time stops, the entire existence is reduced to a distant memory when you put your hands in his hair, the one you been fixing and secretly wanted to mess up with your fingers like you're doing right now. He lifts your hoody enough to touch the bare skin of your waist, his fingertips are cold but the palm is warm, a proper mix, you think. His mouth goes down to your jaw and leaves small bites that he proceeds to lick, putting out the fire.

You look for the edge of his shirt to lift it up but the five minutes remain knock at the door arrives and you freak out pushing him too hard that he almost fell against the makeup table and you collapse on the floor.

When you see each other seconds later, both burst out laughing.

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