#odd bob the clown

[khruschevshoe]

WAS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME THAT BRADLEY WALSH PLAYED A VILLAIN, THE LITERAL PIED PIPER, IN THE SARAH JANE ADVENTURES OR DID I JUST HAVE TO LEARN THAT MYSELF WATCHING SEASON 2 OF SJA MYSELF HOLY SHIT-

[thingsasbarcodes]

The Sarah Jane Adventures 2x04 - The Day of the Clown: Part 2

[jokeringcutio]

Hi, I was wondering, since you made a post about Buggy prompts if you could do a Buggy x Reader, where Reader is a siren and she must choose between devouring a besotted pirate she rescued from drowning or taking her first chance at true love?

The sea was calm, an endless expanse of shimmering blue under the midday sun. You hovered just below the surface, your tail flicking gently to keep you in place. It was then you saw him, thrashing in the water, his clownish makeup smeared but still unmistakable. The man was a pirate—Buggy the Clown. You had heard of him, known his exploits through the whispers of the ocean. He was helpless, sinking fast.

Curiosity piqued, you swam closer and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him to the surface. His breath was shallow, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. For a moment, his fear was palpable, but then it softened, replaced by something else. Gratitude, perhaps. Or fascination.

You dragged him to a nearby island, a small uninhabited spit of land. As you lay him on the sand, you studied his face, the sharp lines softened by the water, the redness of his nose even more pronounced against his pale skin. Buggy coughed, spluttered, and finally, his eyes opened fully, focusing on you.

"Am I dead?" he croaked.

You shook your head, smiling gently. "Not yet."

He struggled to sit up, his eyes never leaving yours. "Who...what are you?"

"A siren," you replied, the truth tasting sweet and dangerous on your tongue.

Buggy's eyes widened, but he didn't recoil. Instead, he laughed—a raspy, weak sound. "Of course. Only I would be saved by something as mythical as you."

You decided not to answer with words, only flashing him a smile. Your stomach grumbled, yet you didn't bite him. There was something odd about him: his looks distracted you. And then there was his nose. You'd never seen anyone with such a nose before, and since the water hadn't washed it off, you figured it might be caused by some kind of infection. Was it a disease? Was it dangerous? Would it taste good?

A day passed and you remained near the shore. You watched over Buggy and tended to him. His humor returned, his bravado a shield against the vulnerability of his situation. And you found yourself unexpectedly drawn to it, to him. He laughed. He laughed loudly, and often, and about things that weren't funny at all. Yet, his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself more and more delighted to be in his presence. He was different from the sailors you usually encountered. He spoke to you, told you stories of his adventures, of treasure and danger. In return, you told him of the ocean, of the wonders he would never see because eaters of devil fruits would instantly drown. And together you waited for his crew to catch up with him. He believed they would, and so you humored him - although the thought of watching him sail away brought your spirits down.

But always, there was the hunger. The deep, gnawing need that was part of your nature. To lure men to their doom, to devour them. It was what you were, what you had always been. And yet, for the first time, you hesitated.

One night, under a sky full of stars, Buggy looked at you, really looked at you. "Why did you save me?"

You didn't have an answer, not one you could voice. Instead, you moved closer, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I don't know," you whispered. "Maybe I was curious. Maybe... I saw something in you."

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed, how he swallowed as his hypnotic blue-green eyes focused on your lips, ready to lean in and capture them.

"Maybe I was scared the meat was off because of your nose," you honestly replied, a hint of teasing in your voice. "Oi! Don't diss the nose," his voice was sharper but his lips were quirked into a smirk. You weren't aware how exceptional it was that he didn't just strike you down for saying this. You didn't know that anyone who even said a word resembling his sensitive body part would be stabbed or shot without a second thought.

He reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek. "You could have let me drown."

You nodded, your heart aching. "I could have."

The choice was there, unspoken but heavy between you. To give in to your nature, to devour him and sate the hunger that gnawed at you, or to embrace this strange, terrifying feeling that had taken root in your heart.

Buggy leaned in, his lips a breath away from yours. "Then why don't you?"

You closed your eyes, the struggle tearing you apart. When you spoke, your voice was barely a whisper. "I think I might just like a taste."

The words hung in the air, a fragile truth. Buggy's hand cupped your face, his touch gentle. "Then taste me."

You kissed him, a kiss that tasted of salt and tears, of hope and fear. And in that moment, you made your choice. To fight against your nature, to take a chance on love, on something more than the endless hunger.

As dawn broke over the horizon, you held Buggy close, the promise of a new beginning shimmering in the light of the rising sun.

AN: I didn't have the inspiration I needed, but here's a little drabble. I was wondering if you meant the modern mermaid sirens, or the mythological ones from around 3rd century bc? Because I really love the idea to have a half-bird female reader pick Buggy out of the sea. In fact... I might just write that one day as well >D Also... I can do smut. I promise I can, so if anyone is interested in that, mention it in the prompt :3

[lazlolullaby]

Lawyer! Timmy truthers, here's some lore -

...I'm going through the old episodes for Fairly Odd Parents and remember School's Out! The Musical?

YouTube link posted by Nick with the full episode!

TV trope recap link here! Spoilers!

...Flappy Bob was an orphaned clown that the Pixies used in a "37 year plan" to take over Fairy World.

Flappy Bob was raised and manipulated in an attempt to corrupt his sense of fun. When the Pixies are defeated, though -

"Sanderson: Oh, smoof.

Timmy: Yknow, you probably shouldn't've sent him to law school.

H.P.: You might've thwarted us this time, Turner, but mark my words, our next 37-year plan will not fail. When you're 47, you'll pay."

(...I don't think we're at 37 years past the original series, but. Maybe the Head Pixie learned how to speed up the process ? It'd be a fun way to bring both Pixies and Timmy back for sure...)

But anyway. I know Flappy Bob went away with his parents at the end of the special. And Timmy obviously gets his memories altered...

...you think Flappy Bob ever reached back out to the kid that helped bring him back to his parents? Even getting a scholarship to Harvard law? Or just a good word in?

You think that Timmy remembers just a little bit of Flappy Bob? That he thinks that summer break wasn't that drastic, just that everyone was rowdy, went to the Learn-atorium, Timmy led a riot, and convinced the head honcho that being too safe was no good?

That seeing Flappy Bob arguing with his "business partners" over the contract stuck in Timmy's mind enough that he looked into law school himself?

[gripefroot]

hi!! i saw that your requests are open, but i've never sent a request before so if i'm a clown and misunderstanding how this works just uhh block me lmao

i like the sensory prompts "the residual fear and anxiety of waking up from a nightmare" and "the muffled sounds you hear when you're underwater," and vegebul!

godspeed 🙏

Something about Bulma sleeping made him want to stay in bed. 

He needed far less sleep than her, it was true. And he had far better things to do than linger: a part of him urged him to train and train and train, as it always had, and always would. But training was much the same, day in and day out, apart from occasional breakthroughs. Watching Bulma sleep, however, was always different.

Sometimes she slumped over at her desk, halfway through a mathematical equation or still clutching a wrench. Sometimes she passed out cold sitting up on the couch while a movie played in front of her. Sometimes she nodded off during a car rid, head bobbing until he relented and scooted over so her head could rest on his shoulder. For no other reason than to preserve her hard head from cracking the window of the car and getting blamed for it. No other reason at all. 

But at night, when the world slept, Bulma didn’t fade quietly between one task and the next. She fussed. She tossed and turned and sighed and often made comments he could never tell if he was expected to respond or not. She rubbed her eyes and pulled the blankets up and then kicked them back down and took off her socks and rebraided her hair and then, two hours later, she drifted off. 

Vegeta hated it. 

Why did she have to be so busy? And when she was supposed to rest, nonetheless? He might sleep better if she wasn’t so loud and annoying. He’d sleep better in his own bedroom, but he hadn’t had the heart to retreat. Not when she was sprawled out and he was pushed to the edge, and her hair had fallen out of her braid to strew over her pillow and her shoulder rose and fell. Her pajamas—if they could be given the dignity of being called clothing—twisted and rode up her body, exposing all his favorite bits and hollows of her. 

That was why he stayed. It suited his ego better than to settle on any other reason. 

He’d never met anyone who slept like her. No soldier would expose their back in such a way; to sleep without armor or really, any decent clothing at all, and no weapon anywhere within reach. Bulma, naturally, needed no weapon. Vegeta was enough of one. He could guard her against anything. 

Rolling onto his side, he nudged her leg out of his space. She mumbled something incoherent. He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. 

If he wasn’t going to train…if he wasn’t going to seek restful sleep in his own space…he may as well take advantage of it. 

Her hair tickled his nose. Against his will, his eyes closed. 

If he hadn’t been holding her, he wouldn’t have noticed when she started to tremble. He felt it long before he opened his eyes, thinking she was cold. His body heat would take care of that soon enough. But it didn’t stop, her limbs twitching at odd times in odd directions before the tiniest moan filled the room louder than a blast. 

Vegeta’s eyes flew open, his arm tensing around her waist. 

“Bulma?” His voice was jagged. From being startled, not from fear. Not because he’d never seen her so pale, nor sweat break out at her hairline. Her brows were pinched together, shoulders curved inwards as if to protect herself. Vegeta hoisted himself onto his fist, staring at her expression. 

What was—was it a nightmare? That couldn’t be right. She was no soldier. She’d participated in no wars, leveled no weapons at villages where babies were rocked to sleep. Was she sick? Yes, she must be sick. It was logical: the season was turning, and humans often got ill when the weather cooled. 

“Bulma,” he tried again, shaking her shoulder. “You need medicine. Go get medicine.” 

She cried out again, face burying in her pillow before she startled awake with a gasp. Sudden flying limbs sent Vegeta jumping back out of her small range, not wanting an accidental black eye. Bulma scrambled around, breaths coming in short puffs as she grabbed at the blankets, at her shirt, at anything. Disoriented. She’d come ‘round in a minute. 

“Do you have a fever?” Vegeta asked. 

She whirled around, eyes too-bright and blinking rapidly at his face. He waited, cross-legged at the end of her bed. 

“V—vegeta?” 

“Who else would I be?” he snapped. “Do you need medicine or not?” 

She hadn’t come around. By the glazed look in her teal eyes, she was miles away. No, further than that. A pit gnawed in his stomach at the fear that made her bottom lip tremble, at the way she pulled the blankets up to her chest, trying to kick herself away from him but only hitting the headboard. 

Lightyears away. 

Vegeta closed his eyes briefly, and sighed. 

He couldn’t guard her against himself. 

“You’re not on Namek,” he said roughly, opening his eyes again. He wanted to scowl, but didn’t, forcing himself to at least look neutral as he tried to bring her to the present. “You’re on Earth, Bulma. You’re safe.”

Safe was, of course, always relative. And she might be terrified of him from whatever nightmare she’d been having, but he wouldn’t hurt her. 

He could have. He might have. But he hadn’t. 

It was a feeble excuse to offer, but it was the only one he had. No excuses for his past and few apologies. Bulma had rightfully been terrified of him on Namek, as she’d once laughingly told him. When Vegeta had asked if she was still scared of him, she’d joked that she couldn’t be frightened of someone as secretly soft and sweet as he was. He’d hated that answer. 

He hated it because he wished it were true, and not just her affection for him coloring her opinion. 

Each of Bulma’s breaths lifted and lowered her chest. Hair stuck to her damp face, her bare legs extended. Vegeta might have approached her, if he weren’t the object of her nightmare. Touched her to calm her, give her one more verbal reassurances before his patience wore out. 

“I’m…this isn’t Namek.” Bulma’s voice was a thin warble. He didn’t like it. He’d take her shouting at him over this weakness. 

“No,” Vegeta said. 

“You’re…not here to kill me.” 

Kill her? He’d rather kill himself. 

“No,” he said again. The word cracked when it came out. 

“No,” Bulma said. The glossiness was leaving her eyes, focusing on him. “You wouldn’t. You love me.” 

Vegeta’s mouth fell open. 

“Oh…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, apparently utterly unmoved by the damning accusation she’d just uttered. “That was a bad one. I haven’t had a nightmare of Namek for months. I’m sorry if I woke you up.” 

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Vegeta snapped. “And I don’t love you.” 

Bulma’s lips twitched. And when she lowered her hand she looked on the verge of a giggle. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Vegeta’s weight held on his fists on the bedspread, ready to jump right out of bed and leave. This was ridiculous. 

“Well, I love you,” she said. She sounded more himself, so he tried not to be bothered by the turn of the conversation. “Thank you for waking me up. And not leaving.” 

“I’ll go.” Vegeta swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“No!” Her hand seized his arm, pulling him back with fragile strength. He could break away, but her touch was a thousand gossamer threads, tying them together. He sucked in a breath. 

“You had a nightmare about me,” he said. He didn’t look over his shoulder, didn’t meet her eyes. 

“No,” Bulma said. “It was…it was about hanging on a cliff and my hands slipping. And then f—falling. Falling forever.” Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his forearm. 

“You don’t need to fear that,” Vegeta said in a harsh voice. “If you found yourself in such a situation in the future, I would catch you.” 

It was quiet for a moment. Then, “I know. Please stay.” 

If he left, he could sleep somewhere else. If he left, he wouldn’t have to see that look on her face again; the one where she’d still thought he would kill her. If he left, he wouldn’t have to keep lying through his teeth. 

“I have to leave early to train,” he said. 

Bulma’s grip softened. “I won’t wake you up again.” 

“You’re a menace to sleep beside.” But with a grunt Vegeta relented, anyway. Her eyes were magnified; by the late hour or the blue nightlight on the wall. She wasted no time pulling him into her arms, where he went with only a single growl of protest. Her leg hooked over his and the top of her head was snug beneath his chin. Until she tilted her head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. 

“Stop that.” Vegeta pushed her head back into place. “Go to sleep.” 

“If you’re getting up early…we may as well now.” 

“I don’t understand you,” he said. “You wake up thinking I’m here to kill you and then you wish for me to make love to you?” She was already squished against his chest, by her own strength and his holding her around her shoulders. Not even a spiderweb could pass between their bodies. Vegeta would have liked to remain aloof, but the suppleness of her body and the way her cheek nuzzled his chest made his blood surge. 

“It would be a good reminder,” Bulma chirped.

“Reminder of what?”

“That time has passed…we’re not on Namek anymore…” She sighed, trying to scoot closer. Which was, of course, impossible. “I no longer think you’d cart me off to a distant planet to have your way with me.” 

Vegeta rested his cheek against the top of her head. Because it was there. No other reason. “Then you don’t know me as well as you think,” he said. Because few things sounded more enticing than him and Bulma and an empty planet right about then. Her parents had a tendency to…interrupt. 

“Well,” Bulma said after a moment. “Fine. You could still do that. But I’d be happy about it.” 

He wanted to smile. But she’d feel his face move and she couldn’t know that she amused him. 

Maybe she already knew. How awful. 

“Go to sleep,” Vegeta said again, for what felt like the tenth time. “If you truly want, I’ll delay my training in the morning.”

Her tiny ‘yay’ made him want to smile again. So he frowned instead. 

“Vegeta,” Bulma said a while later, when her voice was thick was bleariness and he’d tracked her heartbeats until they were slow and even again. For no other reason than to make sure she wouldn’t have another nightmare and inconvenience him again. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.” 

“Say what?” 

But she didn’t respond. Fast asleep. 

Annoying of her, wasn’t it? To drop off without explanation? Because now he wouldn’t get his answer and likely by morning she’d forget what she’d been about to say. 

Not for any other reason. Not because he liked talking with her, or listening to her. Not because while she was asleep, he couldn’t protect her from her own imagination. And certainly not because he loved her.

[fountainpenguin]

Fic idea I had that I would write if I didn't have 235 other WIPs: Cosmo and Wanda have warned off Hazel from Pixie World, saying it's a terrible place. Naturally, the second C&W have to take some time away for fairy stuff, Hazel manages to find her way to the pixies and meets HP and Sanderson. Obviously, they <3 But now HP faces potentially rising another child that's not: directly a pixie, an anti fairy, OR a clown. HP Not a Dad my beloved...

I like joking that H.P. can't go anywhere or do anything without getting more children piled on top of him. Sanderson. Flappy Bob. Gary and Betty. My long-time headcanon that he might've been Dale's godparent because this kid on the pixie godparent page of Da Rules looks like him. The anti-fairy Jorgen's "Fairly Odd Baby" presentation implies he and Anti-Cosmo raised together. His attempt to kidnap Poof. That one kid at Spellementary who has a pixie-shaped hat and whom I headcanon as his nephew.

I literally have a one-shot ("Health Bars") where H.P. attends his ex-wife's funeral and gets pressured to take in her kid. He doesn't want any kids!! But they keep finding him!! 10/10 fandom characterization. I support it.

My upcoming work Lemonade and Papercuts has a plot point where Dale loses his fairy godparent and gets H.P. to look after him instead. It's fine. It's all fine.

A lot of people like the headcanon that Timmy becomes a fairy after parting ways with Cosmo and Wanda, and I think an equally hilarious headcanon is Hazel becoming a pixie. She'd like that, I think...

I think Hazel would love H.P. and Sanderson and they'd love her too. This is probably a toxic relationship because their admiration for her would not stop them from taking advantage of her. I'm here for it.

I can see Hazel attending an event like the Fairy Reunion (Mentioned only in a comic, but Wanda makes a special effort to point out Pixies are invited) and running across H.P. and Sanderson in a pleasant, neutral environment. She might be intrigued by their work and not pick up any red flags.

I could also see her running into them prepping for an event in Dimmadelphia and she helps them set up some decorations (Probably drawing from her mom's marketing knowledge) to make their booths and displays seem more appealing, and they grow more interested in her.

If Hazel spent an episode as a Pixies Inc. intern (Themed around her being lured in and slowly realizing this is a bad idea), I would die, actually. You wanna show us more Pixie World... You wanna show us those hardworking goofballs so bad...

[gretavangroupie]

Burn (Chapter 1)

Word count: 7.7k+

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, smut, fluff.

Burn Playlist

Your hair hangs in your face as you walk down the narrow plane aisle searching for your assigned seat. 

14B. 

Your backpack is heavy, full of paperwork and your computer, digging into the sore muscles of your shoulders. It has been an intense weekend in Los Angeles for work, and you’re more than ready to get back home and have a bit of normallcy again. Eyes scanning each aisle, you finally spot your seat. You step into the empty row, slide your bag under the seat in front of you and sit down buckling the lap belt. You fish your AirPods out of your pocket and put them in. Your hair hangs as a curtain around your face, shielding you from any conversation or eye contact while you scroll through your phone searching for an album to play. 

You lower the middle arm rest and begrudgingly wait to see who will be sitting next to you for the next few hours. It’s a long flight from Los Angeles to Nashville and you’re more than happy to sleep the entire way.

Scrolling through Spotify looking at your downloaded albums, you settle for a daily mix from 3 weeks ago that has just seemed to hit the spot lately. Comforting songs that take you back to different times in your life, taking your mind off of everything going on in your life currently. Your phone buzzes in your lap.

Jimmy: Have a safe flight, see you Monday.

Oh, Jimmy…

A few weeks ago you let one drink turn into 4 and then the next thing you knew you were tangled in the sheets with him. He is cute and very sweet but something just never clicked for you. You knew that it was probably just a one time thing, he clearly doesn’t feel the same. You lock your phone and shove it under your leg. Leaning into the window you can hear the shuffling of people passing your seat making their way to theirs. 

As a group enters the plane they are slightly loud causing you to look from your phone for a second subconsciously before returning back to your Instagram notifications. You see someone stop at your seat and look over to see them stretching up to place their bag in the overhead bin, their face obstructed by the bag, revealing a sliver of skin and a sprinkling of hair at their happy trail, you look away quickly but a pink leash hanging loosely from their arm catches your eye. Following the leash down to the floor you see a brindle pit bull puppy, proudly wearing a Service Dog vest. Once his bag is situated, he ushers the dog into the floor below his seat. He then sits down, trying to arrange his legs with the dog's body. 

As you look over to him, you’re met with the back of his head as he talks to someone behind him. 

You notice the long shoulder length brown hair tied into a messy low bun. Gold Bose headphones hanging loosely around his neck. 

Ok so maybe they won’t bother you, either. The dog is cute too.

You turn your head to look out the window and see the workers loading bags onto the conveyor belt hastily. Watching the colorful array of bags move up the belt you see a cart of hard cases being loaded with care. Guitar cases and gig boxes ready to be loaded next. 

Huh, must be a musician on this flight. 

As the cold air blows on your arms you reach up and turn the knob to turn it off. Your seat partner pulls out his phone and begins going through what seems like thousands of different notifications on his phone. 

Not that your were looking… 

His headphones are on now and his legs crossed casually as his foot bobs along to whatever music he is listening to. 

Lifting your head from your phone you turn to glance at him out of the corner of your eye and your breath catches in your chest . 

Sam Kiszka? Notorious class clown of Frankenmuth High School? Once your prom date, now turned famous band member and the talk of your hometown? What are the odds… 

You quickly look away, hoping he doesn’t notice.

That must be the equipment you saw being loaded. 

You turn your phone towards you and quickly search ‘Greta Van Fleet Los Angeles’. Results coming up immediately. 

“Metallica throws ‘All Within My Hands’ Benefit In L.A. With Greta Van Fleet, Jimmy Kimmel, Friday December 16th.”

Quickly closing the article on your phone before he sees it, you text your best friend from high school, Lauren. You and her are still pretty close despite your move to Nashville for work. She still lives there and has her thumb on the pulse of the town.

You: You will never believe who is sitting next to me on my flight home from LA right now.

Lauren: Oh, LA this week, huh? Must be someone famous if you’re texting me!!! Who?

You: Oh they are famous alright…you’d definitely know him. Sam Kiszka ring any bells? Guess they had a show here this week. He has no idea he is sitting next to me. I have been hiding my face. 

Lauren: oh. em. god. You are LYING! Is he still a dork? Are the rest of them there?? The love of my teenage life, Danny? God how embarrassing were we back then….

You: I have no idea, I haven’t talked to him and I’m gonna try not to. Also, there is no way I’m making a scene to turn around and see if the rest of them are on the flight. I would assume so though, I saw a bunch of equipment get loaded into the plane. God kill me now this a long flight. 

Lauren: I don’t know, if I had the kind of glow up you’ve had since high school I would be going out of my way to talk to them.  Lol!!! Keep me updated, have fun hahahah

You: UGH bye thanks for nothing 

Lauren: ;)

The captain comes over the intercom stating your flight time and weather conditions and you set your phone in your lap paying attention to the flight attendant going over the safety pamphlet. Still trying your best to hide yourself through you hair, you nervously glancing at the row across from you slowly out of the corner of your eye. 

Oh boy. Yep. Mmhmm. There they are. Okay. Hopefully they won’t remember you. Fat chance, but fingers crossed. 

Daniel and Josh are sitting in the row opposite of you and Sam. Danny has a pair of headphones on and has his head leaned against the window attempting to catch up on some sleep. You can only assume that the life of a rockstar can be exhausting. Josh has his leg crossed across his knee and is trying to write in some sort of notebook furiously.

Some things never change I guess. 

You sit back in your seat and mentally sing along to the song ringing through your AirPods as the plane begins to taxi to the runway.

Sam reaches to buckle his lap belt, his hand feeling between the two of you for the strap. You hold your breath hoping he doesn’t notice you. Grabbing the buckle his dog perks her head up. 

“Lay down Rose, it's okay.” He says patting her head. She lays down on the floor stretching out on top of your feet. 

“Oh! Rosie! Stay on our side!” He says trying to pull her off of you. 

“Oh, she’s okay…” You reply.

“Sorry about that, she…” he stops making eye contact with you. “Oh….my gosh…” he says shocked.  

Well I guess he recognizes you. 

Looking at him, he’s exactly the same as you remember him, just a grown up version. More defined facial structures and a little bit of facial hair now. 

“Hello, Sam…” you say defeated.

“Hi, oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in years! Like what? Since we graduated? You look…fantastic! ” He says with a smile.

“Yep, not since high school… Well more specifically when you left me at prom, and went home with Courtney.” You say with a smug look.

Clenching his teeth together, rubbing his chin with his fingers, “Yeah, never thought I would have to answer for that one, I’ll be honest… funny how your poor choices always seem to come back to get you…I do think about how stupid that was, sometimes.” he laughs.

The plane begins to move rapidly down the runway, lifting from the ground.

Sam reaches his hand down and places it on Rose’s head until the pressure of the escalation evens out. 

You can tell he wants to keep talking when he removes his headphones from around his neck and sets them on his legs. You also remove your ear buds and shut them into their case, tucking them under your crossed leg. 

“What were you doing in LA?” He asks.

“I was here for work, checking out the progress on a new acquisition property. A warehouse renovation in West Hollywood. My firm I intern for is based in Nash, but we kind of have properties all over. I’m always flying somewhere to keep things moving.” You reply.

“Wow, so you’re kind of a big deal?” He laughs.

“You’re one to talk, the only band to ever make it past Fischer Hall!” You joke.

“Yeah, I mean… you’re not wrong. You know none of us saw all this coming.” He shrugs.

“We were just gigging for a while and it kinda… took off.” 

“Is Nashville home for you guys now?” You ask.

“It is, a few years ago we moved down. We all live kinda close but far enough away to get a break from each other.” He laughs.

“Where are y’all at?” You ask.

“We are in East Nashville.” He replies.

“Ah, me too! Love it there.” You say.

“No way! That's crazy!” He throws his arm across the aisle smacking Josh in the arm to get his attention. Josh snaps his head up with a hardened face ready to yell at Sam as he makes eye contact with you. His face instantly softens, “Oh my gosh! I haven’t seen you in years!” He says.

“That's what I said!” Sam replies laughing. At this point Danny looks up to see who Josh is talking to. A huge smile crossing his face as he sees you. “Wow, what a reunion!” He says pulling his headphones off. “What’s it been? Senior Prom? Was that the last time we all hung out?” He asks.

You nod your head yes, Sam throwing his head back rolling his eyes dramatically.

“Yeah Sam, you remember don’t you?” Danny prods him laughing. “When I had to drive your date home?”

“Yes, yes Daniel I recall.” He says cutting his eyes at him. “Back to your slumbers…” he says, waving his hand dismissively at him.

Danny giggles and puts his headphones back on.

“Are you in Nashville now?” Josh asks.

“Yeah! I was just telling Sammy I’m in East Nash. I travel a lot for work and my firm is based in Nashville so it was the clear choice for the move.” You reply. 

“We too, travel a lot for work.” He laughs. 

“So good to see you, we will have to all catch up sometime when we are all in town. Like old times.” He says.

“Absolutely, it would be fun.” You reply.

Yeah absolutely…. Absolutely no intention of seeing them again after you step off this plane. 

Sitting back in your seat you begin to scroll your phone mindlessly. 

“You know, I never did apologize for leaving you there that night. I am sorry about that. The night went to shit after that, so it wasn’t even worth it. Should have stayed with you guys.” He smirks.

“Ahh, it was a long time ago Sam, don’t worry about it.” You smile up at him. 

“You know, I liked you a lot back then. I didn’t realize it at the time, I was much too cool for all of that. By the time I did come to terms with it, we didn’t talk anymore, then we graduated and the band was taking off…” he says, rambling on. “I’m just… sorry for all of it I guess.”

“If it makes you feel better, I liked you too. But I was scared to tell you… It was easier to just be friends.” You reply. 

“You did?” He asks.

“Of course I did, Sam! I went to prom with you didn’t I?” You laugh.

“Well yeah, but I didn’t know you liked me that way? I just figured… well because Lauren and Danny…” he says, rolling the sleeves up on his brown button up shirt.

“I know…but yeah, I did. Part of me thought maybe…” you say before stopping yourself, “Anyways, look at us now, all grown up and doing well, everyones happy…” 

“Yeah, life is interesting for sure…” he says with an inquisitive look on his face. 

Josh taps his shoulder and he turns to talk to him. You take the chance to put your AirPods back in and listen to some music. You turn on your favorite ‘Humble Pie’ album and scroll through a few work emails.

You see Sam turn back to you wanting to continue talking but noticing you have your earbuds in. He puts his headphones on and follows suit.

About an hour later you look over and see all three of the guys sleeping with their mouths open, and you chuckle to yourself, snapping a picture to send to Lauren later.  

All of the sudden from behind you a face peeks through the crack in the seat. 

“You’re going to send that to me right?” Jake's unmistakable voice says.

“Oh god Jake, you scared me! I didn’t know you were behind me!” You whisper, so as not to wake Sam.

“Sorry.” He smirks with a side smile.

“I don’t think I have your number anymore… I’m sure they have all changed by now.” You laugh.

“Surprisingly, no… we have been pretty good about keeping ourselves private. But that picture is some good blackmail material, I could use.” He says.

“Okay well, remind me when we land…” you laugh. 

“You got it.” He says sitting back in his seat.

About halfway through the flight, the flight attendants come by with drinks and the guys all wake up, never missing a chance for a drink.

“I’ll have a vodka soda if you have it…” he says to the attendant before turning to you. “Do you want one?” He asks.

“Sure.” You say shrugging your shoulders. 

“Make that two, thank you so much.” He says smiling at her.

She hands the drinks to him, and he passes one to you. 

“To old friends…” he says, lifting his glass to yours.

“Cheers!” You smile back clinking your plastic glasses together.

“You know, if you’re ever free we should get together.” He says taking a sip of his drink.

You look at him, raising your eyebrows. “Sam, we’re different people now then we were then…” you say, giving him an out.

“I know, I’m intrigued. I’d like to get to know this version of you, I liked the old version too though.” He says with a soft smile.

“Samuel Kiszka, are you flirting with me right now?” You laugh.

“I think so…” he says with a big smile.

You stare at him with a smirk for a second before reaching into your bag and pulling out your business card, and sliding it across the tray table.

“Here.” You say.

“A business card… very fancy. I was thinking we would just exchange numbers.” He laughs.

“My number is on there you dummy…” you reply.

“Ah, yes that makes sense. Noted.” He replies, sliding it into the pocket of his shirt. “For safekeeping…” he laughs, patting the pocket. 

An hour or so later the plane is nearing touchdown and you are so ready to stand up, you have shifted in your seat constantly for the past 30 minutes. You have to pee so bad but you’d rather die than have to climb over Sam’s legs. When the plane finally lands you anxiously wait for the front of the plane to clear out. Sam turns to you, “Do you have a bag? Can I get it for you?” He asks.

“Oh, no I just have my backpack, but thank you.” You reply.

“Oh okay, sure no problem.” He replies. You can tell he is flustered. 

He stands when your turn arises, and slides out, Rose following after him. He grabs his bag from the overhead compartment and again you see that creamy sliver of skin as his shirt rides up. You swallow hard and look away. 

He walks forward and You go to stand. Josh motions for you to go ahead, always the gentleman. 

You pull your backpack on and stand up, making your way down the aisle, Josh and Danny following after you. 

Once you make it off the plane and into the jet ramp, you fix your clothes. You decided to dress comfortably for the trip home, not thinking you would be running into people you knew. You have on black leggings, an oversized band tee and your white high top converse. Your hair has curls left over from the day before, more wavy now and hanging loosely on your shoulders. 

Once you’re satisfied with yourself, you begin to walk up the ramp and hear Jake calling your name. You turn around and see him waving you down so you slow down to let him catch up with you.

“Hey, hey you have to send me that picture now, this is your reminder.” He says elbowing you in the side.

“Oh, yeah sure, hold on, I'll do it now.” You say grabbing your phone out of your backpack.

You pull up his contact and hold it up to him. “Is this still your number?” You ask. 

“It is, but more curiously is why you have me saved under Jakey?” He laughs.

“That’s what we always called you! Are you too cool for that now?” You laugh.

“Yes.” He answers, faking confidence. 

Josh rushes past to catch up with Sam, “Jakey meet us at baggage claim?” He says passing you.

You bite your lips] and look at Jake. “So anyways, you were saying?”

“Alright fine….” he laughs. “But text me that picture, and don't be a stranger.” He says saluting you as he tries to catch up with his brothers.

Danny approaches you, next taking his place next to you. “You are a sight for sore eyes.” He smiles at you. He always did have a beautiful smile.

“Could say the same Danny boy.” You reply.

“God I haven’t heard that since high school.” He laughs. 

“Um, how’s Lauren?” He asks nervously.

“She is good, she is gonna laugh when I tell her I saw you guys.” You say.

“Oh you still talk to her?” He asks.

“Yeah, almost every day. She actually is coming down in a few days to visit. Haven’t seen her in a while.” You reply.

“To Nashville? How long will she be around? I would love to see her!” He says.

“Yes, Danny I live here!” you laugh. “She will be here for a week.”

“Maybe we can all hangout one night, like old times.” He says hopefully.

“Maybe so, I will talk to her about it.” You say, stepping into the baggage claim area. 

“I know Sam would be thrilled…” he says smirking, walking over to meet them.

What? Why…

You quickly run to the bathroom, finally peeing after holding it for 3 hours. You wash your hands and return to the carousel, still waiting for your bags to start coming out. You walk over and stand in an empty space, directly across from the guys trying not to stare at them. They have all changed so much, lost their boyish charm, but now have distinct manly features. Now instead of being the cute boys from high school they are gorgeous, successful men. 

You look up and see that Sam is staring at you. Your hands fidgeting with the straps on your backpack. As your eyes meet his a soft smile forms on his lips. 

The belt begins to move and suitcases start to appear on the carousel. 

Jake strolls over to the group with a large suitcase trolley, and you all begin to study the bags searching for your own. The gig boxes and guitar cases come out first, Danny and Jake loading them onto the trolley, stacking them high. You spot your suitcase coming through and you yank it by the handle and pull it to stand next to you. You look over at the group who is now all staring at you. 

“Bye guys, it was good to see you!” You call across the sea of suitcases.

They all yell goodbye and wave and Sam smiles at you mouthing ‘bye’ sending a shiver down your spine. 

Why does he still have this effect on you? He hasn’t been able to do that since high school?

You walk out the doors heading to long term parking and look for your car. As you walk up to it you dig your keys out of the bottom of your backpack, unlock it and load your suitcase. You get in the car and head home, so ready to unwind from the week and sleep in your own bed tonight.

After you have settled back at home you call Lauren and catch her up on everything that has happened, both of you absolutely cracking up at Sam flirting with you, and Danny asking how she was. You have dinner and get in your bed, so ready to sleep. Travel days always wear you out.

You plug your phone in and turn on the tv attempting to find some background noise to fall asleep to. As you start to doze off you hear your phone vibrate. You push your eyes back open grabbing it, thinking it was probably Lauren or a notification you never signed up to receive. Sam’s name flashes across the screen, you never changed his contact info from all those years ago. I guess his number really hadn’t changed. 

Sammy K: New Acquisition Manager, huh? 

Gosh you didn’t think he would actually text you…

You: I see you didn’t lose my card…

Sammy K: Did you think I would?

You: Honestly, yes…

Sammy K: I have been trying to do better about not losing important things. 

Oh.

You: It was good seeing you today, Sam.

Sammy K: Can’t agree more. 

You decide to leave the conversation at that, already half asleep anyways. You place your phone back on your nightstand and turn off the lamp. A few minutes later your phone buzzes again.

Sammy K: Let's get drinks soon?

You think about it for a minute before replying, weighing your options.

You: Sure, let me know. Tell Rose she was very brave on the flight.

Sammy K: Great I will! Also, she says thanks and that you smelled very nice.

You: Lol, did I? That’s very good to know. Goodnight Sam.

Sammy K: Yes, you did. Goodnight.

Hmm… What perfume did I wear today?

Replaying the plane ride in your mind, you slip off to sleep, finally in your own bed. 

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Lauren arrives in Nashville today, and you cannot wait to see her. It’s been months since you’ve been able to get together and this is the longest it has been so far. You still keep in touch almost everyday, you would definitely consider her your best friend. You met her in middle school and have been practically inseparable since. You had all of your firsts together, first boyfriends, first loves, first heartbreaks and everything in between. She was your comfort and you, hers. 

As you pull up to baggage claim thoughts of the other day begin to flood your mind. You never heard from Sam again as expected, and it’s a relief honestly. Things were only bound to get messy otherwise. As you sit and wait you pull out your phone and turn on you and Lauren’s favorite song that you always sing first thing when you’re together. Just as you get it queued up you see her bounding out of the doors, her smiley fun personality bringing instant sunshine. A smile crosses your face as you get out of the car and open your trunk. 

“Oh my gosh hiiiiiiii!” She squeals. 

“Lala! I’m so glad to see you. I missed you so much!” You say pulling her into a tight hug. There is no better feeling than hugging your best friend. 

You step back and grab her suitcase, throwing it into the trunk.

“Baby girl you are looking fiiiiine!” She says complimenting your new figure. You have been on an intense workout schedule, coupled with your new vegetarian eating habits, your hard work was definitely showing. 

“Oh hush, you are just saying that….” You say pushing her shoulder. 

“No, seriously. You look hot!” She says sliding into the front seat. 

“Are you ready? I have it pulled up?” You ask.

“DUH! Hit it!” She says with a laugh.

You press play and you both start screaming the words to ‘Why Can’t I’ by Liz Phair.

“Whyyyy can't I breaaaathe whenever I think about youuuuu!” Lauren sings loudly, rolling the window down, letting the wind from the interstate blow through the car and add dramatic effect to her performance.

“You are nuts, and I love you.” You say to her through your laughter.

“What are we doing tonight? Let’s go out!” She says.

“We can! Where do you want to go?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, you tell me, you live here! Oh my god let's sing karaoke!” She screams.

“Oh god, okay… I guess that is kind of our thing…let me think. I think there is one place that does karaoke near my place.” You reply. 

“This is gonna be so fun! I can't wait!” She bounces excitedly.

Once you arrive back to your place you help Lauren get settled and check social media to make sure that the bar you’re thinking of is doing karaoke tonight, and low and behold they are. 

“Lauren, it looks like you’re in luck….” You call out to her.

“Are they doing it?!” she asks.

“Yep, it starts at 9:00” you reply.

“I guess we better think of some good ones!” She says.

“We always do!” You reply with a laugh.

She insists on both of you getting all glammed up and getting a few drinks before heading to karaoke. You decide on a black lace bodysuit that almost looks like it could be lingerie, a pair of light wash high-waisted jeans, and black heeled chelsea boots. Your hair hangs in loose waves down your back. Lauren, deciding on a short plum colored dress that reveals far too much of her cleavage and her long dark hair framing her face. 

Your uber drops you off outside the bar and you both walk in and meet the glances of the people standing right inside the door. Lauren pushes her way through the crowd and makes her way to the bar, you following right after her. 

“Hi two Jack and cokes please, both doubles!” She orders. 

A few minutes pass while the drinks are made and you scan the room to see if you notice any familiar faces. Lauren taps your shoulder and hands you your drink as you walk away from the bar to find somewhere to stand, there is a band playing in the back and you both decide to go check them out, also finding out there is a way less crowded bar in the very back. 

You listen to their set for a while, letting the alcohol work its way through your system. You love spending time with Lauren, she reminds you how to be carefree and have fun, something you don’t find yourself having much time for these days, especially alone in Nashville. 

You both down another drink before realizing it's time to head to the other bar for karaoke time. You are so glad you have some alcohol in you now, it will make the singing part less intimidating. 

“Hey, I am calling the Uber to take us to the other place. Do you need to close out?” You ask her.

“Oh yeah, let me go do that, I’ll meet you out front!” She says, waving you off.

As you make your way to the front someone steps in front of you, stopping you.

“Well well, how our paths cross again…” He says.

“Oh, hey Jimmy! I didn’t see you here when I walked in!” you say giving him a side hug.

“Yeah we were hanging out watching the bad in the back.” He says

“Oh so were we! I’m here with my friend Lauren. She’s visiting from out of town, so I am just showing her a night out on the town.”

“Are you guys heading out?” He asks.

“Yeah, we are heading over to Loco to do Karaoke…. Her request, not mine!” You laugh.

“Oh, I love Loco, maybe I will see you there later.” He says placing his hand on your arm, a warm shiver running up your arm. 

“Maybe, see you later…” you say walking outside. You know he just wants to hook up again. Not that you aren’t willing, but it has made things at work less than comfortable.

You call the Uber and it's only a few minutes away.

Come on Lauren, get out here…

“I’m here, I’m here!!” She says giggling, clearly the alcohol has gotten to her.

The Uber pulls up and you get in the backseat, confirming your destination.

You both go over what song you want to sing first and then the rest of your list, if you make it that far.

You pull up and the bar looks way less crowded than the last, a welcome surprise. Less people to embarrass yourself in front of.

“Hey, let’s take it easy with the Jack and Cokes, I might switch to seltzers so I can make it through at least one song…” you laugh.

“Suit yourself sista, I’m going to put our name on the list!” She calls out.

You walk into the dimly lit bar and already you can hear someone singing their rendition of ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’, and to be honest it's not half bad.

You approach the bar, and look at the selection board but it doesn’t list the seltzer options. 

“Hi, what seltzers do you have tonight?” You ask.

“Hey sweetie, we have Bud Light, White Claw, Truly and Topo Chico!” The bartender replies.

“Oh, I’ll do a Lime Topo Chico if you’ve got it! Also a Jack and Coke.” You say hopefully.

“Sure, one second!” She replies with a smile.

Ahhh, you love this place.

You haven’t been here in a while, simply because you haven’t had anyone to go with, and no one likes to go drinking alone.

She slides you the drinks, popping the tab on the can. You grab both and head to find Lauren.

“Lala, I got you a drink, drink up, I feel like we will be up soon.” You laugh. 

You cheers, clinking your can with her plastic cup and laugh. You sit down at an empty high top table, and watch the people slowly go up, one by one and sing their hearts out to familiar tunes. Two seltzers later, your body is feeling warm and your inhibitions have flown out the window.

“Alright, next up we have Lauren and company….”

You both set down your drinks and look at each other in shock that it's finally your turn. 

You make your way up onto the little stage, each grabbing a microphone and waiting for the little TV screen to start counting out the intro. Suddenly the bar is filled with the sounds of “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears, ringing through the sound system. There are little overhead lights that are shining right on you, spotlighting you on the stage. 

Lauren takes the first verse of the song as you laugh and join in for the chorus, you take the next verse and sing your heart out. You are both laughing, smiling and having the time of your life, thanks to copious amounts of alcohol.

‘Something happens and I’m head over heels, I never find out, till I’m head over heels, something happens and I’m head over heels, ah don’t take my heart, don’t break my heart don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away….’

Right as you finish the chorus, you see a familiar face in the crowd leaning against a table with his arms crossed, and a smirk on his face. 

Sam?

All the blood rushes to your face, suddenly very embarrassed by your performance. You look at Lauren with wide eyes, and she keeps singing, not catching your non verbal cue. You finish the song which suddenly seems very long and repetitive, trying your hardest to not even look in his direction but you can't. You look and now he is joined by another smiling face, Danny.

Oh god kill me now…

They are both leaning into each other talking and laughing.

God, just wait until Lauren sees.

The song finishes and you quickly walk off the stage and straight back to your table downing the entirety of the rest of your drink. 

“Lauren, I don’t want to alarm you but we…” you are cut off.

“Well, if it isn’t Lauren Tanner in my city…” Danny’s voice says from behind you. 

You see Lauren's face go pale white and her eyes search yours questioningly, as you mouth, ‘I had no idea’.

“My city.” You reply smugly.

“Ours.” He says with a smile before turning to face Lauren, “How are you? I haven’t talked to you in years!

“Well hi, Danny…” she says shocked.

Soon you see Sam approaching the table, to stand next to Danny, his eyes fixed on you.

You look up to greet him and see a look in his eye that you cant quite place. 

“Hi Sam,” You say.

He continues to stare at you for a second before you see his tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip. 

“Hello again.” He answers.

“Hey Lala long time no see…” He smiles at her.

Lala? He can't call her that. That's my thing. 

“Oh no one really calls me that anymore, just her” she says pointing to you. 

“Got it, Lauren it is.” He says.

“Quite the performance up there ladies…” Danny laughs.

“Oh god, how embarrassing!” Lauren says, covering her face. “You heard that?” 

“Yeah we actually walked in right as you two went up. Saw the whole thing.” Sam answers, looking over to you. 

You roll your eyes and go to stand to get another drink.

“Do you need another, I can get it?” Sam offers.

“Yes, I do, but I can get it… wouldn’t want to wait around for you to come back…last time that happened you never did.” You say pointedly with a laugh.

“Oh ouch.” Danny laughs.

“Fair enough, I deserved that.” He smiles, “But really. I am going up there anyway. Same thing?”

You think for a second, a smirk crossing your face, “Alright fine.” You reply. 

His hand pats your lower back and he turns to walk away. 

Why do I suddenly feel like I’m on fire? He barely touched me.

You, Lauren and Danny continue to talk for a bit, everything from work, music, to old memories happy and sad. 

You notice Lauren and Danny really leaning into each other, just exactly how you remember them to be, almost like no time had passed.

They were flirty in high school, dating briefly before breaking up for typical high school reasons. They were always drawn to each other and apparently that old flame never died. You remove yourself from their conversation and watch the karaoke singers on the stage, just as Sam is returning with drinks for everyone. 

“For the lovely ladies…and Daniel.” He says setting down the drinks, however you notice someone behind him. 

She makes eye contact with you and you smile. She pushes past Sam, who looks sick to his stomach. She extends her hand, “Hi, I’m Morgan, Sam’s girlfriend, nice to meet you!” She says.

Girlfriend… Oh. You read this situation so wrong.

“Hey nice to meet you! Do you want to sit?” You ask.

She nods her head and takes the barstool next to you.

“So how do you know Sam and Danny?” She asks.

“Oh, actually we went to high school together, I didn’t know that they even lived here until I saw them on my flight the other day.” You reply by taking a large sip of your drink.

“Oh you were the girl from the flight!” She says.

“Yep, I guess that's me!” You say giving Sam a strange look. 

An awkward silence falls across the table and you quickly throw back the rest of your drink.

“Lauren, do you want to come with me to the bathroom real quick?” You ask her staring daggers into her, hoping she will get the message.

“Oh, uh sure! We will be right back.” She says.

You both stand and link arms walking to the bathroom.

“Oh my god, kill me now….” You say once out of earshot.

“I cannot believe how good they look.” She says.

“You’re telling me…. What are the odds they show up at this exact bar, right as we are singing.” You huff out.

Stepping into the bathroom, you quickly pee and wash your hands, as Lauren walks up next to you.

“Does Danny have a girlfriend?” She asks.

“Uh…. How would I know? I haven’t spoken more than like two sentences to them!” You reply.

She purses her lips and raises her eyebrows at you, “This isn’t high school anymore, huh…”

“LALA! You aren’t…” you say smacking her arm.

“I might.” She says flirty walking off. 

As the door opens you walk down the little hallway and see Sam leaning up against the wall, immediately standing up taller when he sees you. 

“Were… were you waiting for us?” You ask, seeing Lauren walk off without you.

“No, just you.” He says.

You raise your eyebrows in question.

“Your girlfriend seems nice…” you smile accusingly at him.

“Mmhmm…” he mumbles dismissively.

“Oh Sam, you never had a great track record did you…always someone waiting in the wings…” you reply harshly.

“Not true…I just know when I want something, and when I don’t.” He replies, looking over his shoulder. 

Oh he is definitely flirting with you… and you like it. 

“Well, don’t want to keep her waiting.” You say running your fingers across the top of his belt buckle lightly grazing the small patch of exposed skin on his stomach.

What the fuck did I do that for? God it was so soft...

He bites his cheek and follows you back to the table.

You make eye contact with Lauren, silently telling her that you just did something stupid.

Her and Danny are talking to Morgan, and Sam walks up to her, putting his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his side. Her hand reaches up and intertwines with his fingers.

Instead of sitting you walk over to the bar and get another drink, this time liquor, you need it. 

You also ask for a shot, and as you wait you feel someone walking up behind you, placing their hand on your waist, to pass by you. 

You know that touch, you’d know it anywhere. 

You snap your head around quickly, and sure enough, it's Sam, who has followed you to the bar.

“Quite the little stunt you pulled back there, right in front of everyone too. Very bold, maybe you have changed…” He says with a smirk.

“I told you, we are different people now Sam.” You reply.

"Well I am very intrigued by this new, you..." he says into your ear.

The bartender sets down your shot, and your drink and you grab the shot in your fingers and throw it back, swallowing down the whiskey.

“Shots, huh?” He asks, his hand sliding across your waist and down the curve of your hip, sending a shock through your body.

“Yep...” you say over annunciating the p and walking back to the table with your drink.

As you all continue to sit and talk for a while, you are happy that Lauren is having fun with Danny, who is all but pressed against her at this point. You and Sam have made suggestive glances at each other all night while you talk to Morgan, hoping that she hasn’t noticed.

This is so wrong, I have to stop. But so does he…

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and turn around to see Jimmy.

“I thought I’d find you here.” He says smoothly.

“Hey! I didn’t know if you were coming or not!” You reply, standing to give him a side hug.

You see Sam swallow hard and his jaw tighten.

Oh is he… a little bit jealous?

You don’t even know why you care. He is just an old crush from high school that you just so happened to meet by chance on the plane…. And then again here tonight…now that you think of it, that is a little… serendipitous. Although he omitted the fact that he had a girlfriend...

“Did you guys already sing?!” Jimmy asks.

“Ahh, yes we did, the crowd went wild, and asked for our autograph and everything!” You say sarcastically.

“Ah, so sad I missed it, but it seems you must be the real deal if this is the company you keep?” He says, realizing who you’re with. 

How does he know who they are?

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Danny asks, reaching to shake his hand.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He says nodding his head and reaching out his hand. 

You and Lauren roll your eyes at each other.

If only he knew these dweebs in high school…

“Hey do you want to dance? They are starting the music up front.” Jimmy asks you.

“I don’t know... Lauren, what do you think, should we go dance?” You ask her.

“Always! Danny?” She asks, and he is already helping her off the stool and letting her lead the way.

“Later.” You say, giving Sam a flirty look.

His eyes about bulge out of his head.

Two drinks and another hour later, you have been dancing and having the time of your life. You have pushed the thoughts of Sam from your mind and you are enjoying hanging out with Jimmy. You have seen his eyes on you multiple times, however.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Sam and Morgan dancing together. Jimmy’s hands are on your waist, and Sam’s eyes are trained on them. 

He breaks away from Morgan and walks over to Danny whispering something in his ear. Next thing you know you can see Danny talking to Lauren and Lauren then walking over to you. 

“Hey, Danny and Sam are leaving, and I’m pretty tired too. Do you think we should go?” She asks.

Oh, nice Sam. He is definitely jealous.

“Yeah we can go, I’ll call an Uber.” You say. 

Turning to face Jimmy you pull his head down and lean into his ear telling him that you have to get Lauren home and that you’ll see him on Monday. He looks disappointed but agrees. 

He places a kiss on your cheek and you blush. 

As you walk away you can see Sam biting the inside of his cheek, as Danny and Lauren walk outside together, arm in arm.

“Well our Uber is here. It was good to see you guys, and nice to meet you Morgan.” You say with a smile.

“I hope I can see you again before you leave…” you hear Danny talking to Lauren.

“I think I can convince her.” She replies.

You raise your eyebrows at her and she giggles.

Sam puts his arm around Morgan and nods at Danny.

“Bye, it was good to see you.” Danny says.

“Good to see you too Danny boy.” You say with a smile.

“Sam…” you say, giving him a nod and a suggestive look.

He mouths the word ‘later’, with a wink and they all walk away and you and Lauren get into your Uber.

Ok whatever…

20 minutes later you’re both giggling and drunkenly stumbling into your front door. 

“Oh my gooodddddd, Danny is so hottttt” Lauren slurs.

“Okay, I’ll admit, he is looking a lot cuter since high school…” you laugh.

“He gave me his number… think I’m gonna text him.” She says.

“Wait until tomorrow… you’re drunk.” You giggle.

You walk to the kitchen and make two glasses of water and grab the Advil pulling out enough for the both of you.

“Okay, here’s a water and some Advil and I’ll see you in the morning.” You say kissing her on the forehead. “Love you and so glad you’re here.”

“Awwwww I love you toooooo” she croons.

You walk into your bedroom with your water and purse and throw it on the bed as you set the water on your nightstand. You quickly strip off your clothes and change into your pajamas.

After you remove your makeup and do your skin care, you tie up your hair and crawl into your bed, grabbing your phone out of your purse and plugging it into the charger. You throw your purse on the floor and turn off the lamp. You open your phone to turn off your alarm for the morning and see you have a text. 

Sammy K: It’s later.

He just couldn’t help himself…

You: Is it?

Sammy K: What the hell was that?

You: What was what?

Sammy K: You know what.

You: Where’s Morgan, shouldn’t you be worried about her right now?

Sammy K: Are you jealous?

You: No.

Sammy K: Could’ve fooled me…

You: You had your shot with me Sam, and you were the one that seemed jealous…

Sammy K: Drinks. 

You: We had drinks. Tonight.

Sammy K: No, just us. Alone.

You: I can't. You have a girlfriend.

Sammy K: Let me worry about that. 

You know this is wrong. He has a girlfriend and she’s nice, but god if you don’t feel that same spark for him that you always have. You wonder if maybe he is feeling it too. 

You: I could be convinced.

Sammy K: You will be. Goodnight gorgeous, talk soon.

Oh no, what have I just done?

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[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 4-5: Psycomedian

Apparently this episode doesn't have anything plot-shaking, it's just a good episode. Clown time!

...This better not be another recap episode.

Yes! Marinette and Adrien are just friends.

Yes! Julerose!

[!@#$]

Alright, I liked that. Marinette was being pretty Candace-coded there. Except that Jeremy plays guitar, is in a band, and has a little sister

Another famous person that lives in Miraculous Paris. Either that or a local celebrity, honestly. Or maybe it's like how Youtubers just live in apartments and the suburbs?

Honestly the French Fry movie sounds like something I'd enjoy. Something so absurd yet so serious you stop laughing partway through and you're just in awe.

He said yes! He said yes!

I'm not sure about that, Mr. Clown, I know some great jokesters that shoot out jokes like crazy with no honking or anything. Maybe it'll help, though.

This is embarrassing.

Bob Roth again?

Oh I get that. I get that so hard.

Another great akuma design! Hawkmoth and the team behind this show can do good clowns.

So she only gets the remap when she summons a lucky charm? Odd.

LOVE the 'eyes drawn on eyelids' trick!

Damn. Ladybug is a powerhouse when pissed.

Pfft Chat carrying a tied up Ladybug making grumbling noises

Get his ass!

They're both so angry! I love it!

Oh. She turned into saltinette. That explains it.

This is probably one of the funniest episodes on the account of angry Ladybug.

I actually really liked that episode! The filler content wasn't too grating, and it was entertaining seeing Ladybug being a hothead! Also Adrien is right. Marinette is pretty funny.

[artoatsblog]

(Wakes up in a cold sweat) s-super punch out middle school au.

Birdie mac/The challenger/Toby: The new kid that wants to make friends with everyone and everything and look as cool as possible, the youngest and shortest of everyone in the class but comically strong (as in can kill someone twice his size strong) and stupid as a brick.

Gabby jay: The eccentric vice principal who wants to make sure the kids learn all they need to, even though his ways are odd to say the least, tall and wiry, wears thick square glasses.

piston hurricane: The straight man of everyone else's bs, the only times he really acts out is when it comes to the weather, if a storm is coming, he stars to become overly prepared, (Ie: the bunker is bigger than his house and it has 5 years' worth of food in it prepared), pretty average in terms of looks but has extreme braces and headgear.

Bob charley: Not stupid but defiantly naive, wants to make friends but doesn't have many social skills so just goes along with the group think and has a habit of making the group think worse, silly and goofy one may say, short and small frame, freckles. :)

Dragon Chan: Lives in his own world, thinks he's the main character of his own comic book, still kicks any problem (or anyone he doesn't like) in the face, average height and stick thin.

Masked muscle: Loner, not a bully but doesn't really enjoy...people, is having the "thinks he's smarter than all of his teachers" phase early, tall and while not fat he does have a bigger frame than most of the other kids, his "mask" is just a scarf that covers his mouth, dresses the same as a 2007 emo.

Aarin ryan: First things first, I head cannon the spo Aran and Wii Aran are two different people, second of all kid goes WILD on dodgeball, but unlike that other guy with a suspiciously similar name he plays far, ball of energy, mumbles to himself, shorter than Wii Aran and has curlier hair.

Heike Kagero: Creepy kid who sits in the back of the class and sneaks up on the other kids when there not looking, his only friends are Dragon because they don't have anyone else and Narcis because they like doing each other's makeup, skinny frame he covers up with baggy clothes.

Mad clown: Would be a bully if he cared enough, lies about what his parents do because being a literal clown probably won't help his social life, fat and has big Italian curls, same as he ma. :)

Narcis prince: rich kid who thinks there better than everyone else (so the same as usual), spoiled rotten, chubby and you can take this from my cold dead hands.

Hoy Quarlow: The principal who has no idea how kids work, wants his students to fear him (they do not), vary short only slightly taller than Challenger.

Rick bruiser: Thinks he's the most popular kid in school (He has one (1) friend (Nicky)), his favorite animals are the ones that are venomous, unironic 100 gecs fan, he's tall and fat because I can't imagine him as anything but a brick shithouse.

Nick(y) bruiser: They look scary but there just shy and have staring into your soul eyes, Them and Narcis are friends and now Narcis has a bodyguard, Basically the same height as Rick but Nick(y) is 0.3 inches taller and so Rick is jealous Nick(y) is also VARY thin (I know I just said I can't imagine Rick as not a shithouse but I think it would be cute for them to contrast each other.)

[notmojo]

🎪 Bob the clown.

He's an OC of mine that belongs to an universe I'm currently working on.

The first one was made on Procreate and the other one on IbisPaint!! I use multiple softwares to draw lol.

He is a dangerous entity that attacks anything nonrelated to clowns.

The clown face seems to be attached to his body, which is odd since it has really cartoony proportions on a realistic body.

(Tge other fella belongs to a mutual!)

[tannenfiles]

“ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ, ʜᴏꜱᴇʀ.”

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Seymour’s Updated !! Pinned !!

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Good day! I’m Seymour, my pronouns are he/they, I also use neos, I’m pansexual and a transgender male I’m hoping to start my transition in 3 years (I’m turning 16 this year so at 19) I also have AUDHD, anxiety and ODD. I live in the United States, in the middle of the northern east coast. I’m a fan of 1980s media, music and pop culture. This blog is used extensively for posting my special interests and 80s media !! I’m hoping to make Friends with similar interests to me on here and elsewhere <3

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The Fandoms I’m in currently

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SCTV (Canadian variety show)

Rick Moranis (comedian and actor)

Newsies (Broadway musical)

Little shop of horrors (Broadway musical, Musical comedy Film)

Ghostbusters (Science-Fiction Comedy film)

The outsiders (book, film, Broadway musical)

Bob and Doug McKenzie (Canadian Satirical comedy duo)

South Park (adult animated series)

Smiling friends (adult animated series)

My blue heaven (Drama comedy film)

Team fortress two (Video game)

The muppet show, muppets tonight (Puppet Variety programs)

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Favorite characters in media

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Bob McKenzie (SCTV, strange brew)

Bill needle (SCTV)

The medic (team fortress 2)

Scott malkinson (south park)

Jimmy valmer (South park)

Guy Friday (SCTV)

Seymour krelborn (little shop of horrors)

Walter (the muppets)

Twobit Matthews (the outsiders)

Louis Tully (ghostbusters, the real ghostbusters)

Raymond stantz (Ghostbusters)

Barney coopersmith (my blue Heaven)

David Rose (schitt’s creek)

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Favorite movies [Letterboxd: louistullyirl]

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Strange brew [1983]

Ghostbusters II [1989]

Little shop of horrors [1986]

Ghostbusters [1984]

The outsiders [1983]

BASEketball [1998]

Scott Pilgrim VS The World [2010]

Ghostbusters: Afterlife [2021]

Class [1983]

Asteroid city [2023]

My blue heaven [1990]

Fantastic Mr. Fox [2009]

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Artists I listen to

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Chappell roan (favorite song: red wine supernova)

Rick Moranis (favorite song: pu-pu-pu, parve)

Weezer (favorite song: hash pipe, say it ain’t so)

Taylor Swift (favorite song: Cardigan, picture to burn)

Ween (favorite song: it’s gonna be a long night, the mollusk)

Primus (favorite song: here come the bastards)

Phantom Planet (favorite song: so I fall again, dropped)

Kate bush (favorite song: army dreamers)

Insane clown posse (favorite song: juggalo juice)

Rush (favorite song: closer to the heart)

Big reel fish (favorite song: beer)

Will wood (favorite song: 2econd 2ight 2eer)

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That’s all, thank you for your time !!

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[thingsasbarcodes]

The Sarah Jane Adventures 2x03 - The Day of the Clown: Part 1

[neonganymede]

WIP Wednesday #37

[From the sickfic sequel to Under the Red Umbrella]

Nikolai perched beside his bed, blinking owlishly at the notebook in his lap. He rose up a little to try and read the pages, his head bobbing like an excited kitten catching sight of something interesting. “What’s that?”

“Latin,” Fyodor answered briskly—or, he tried to. As sick as he was, his irritation sounded more muffled than he would have preferred, and he knew that Gogol would likely ignore it. “There is a test on Monday that I must study for.”

“Latin!?” Nikolai repeated, scandalized. With nimble fingers, he plucked the notebook out of Fyodor’s grasp and held it in both hands. He turned the book this way and that in his attempt to decipher the dead language, his nose crinkled as if he’d smelled something revolting. “Fedya, my dearest, my darling, my love—I’m not even sick, and this is giving me a headache!”

“Luckily, you are not the one needing to study it.” Fyodor leaned forward, his aching body moving at a slower pace than normal, and Nikolai used the delay to dangle the notebook out of his reach.

Dammit. Fyodor slumped, hating the way his lungs burned from even that minor exertion. He squinted through bleary eyes at Nikolai’s face, scowling once he saw an infernal grin stretching the clown’s mouth wide. “Gogol. Give me the notebook.”

“Nope~!” Nikolai replied, the stern shake of his head at odds with the amused glimmer in his mismatched eyes. He reminded Fyodor of a child trying in vain to nurse a broken butterfly back to life, foolishly demanding that the pitiful thing rest while he couldn’t resist reaching out a finger to prod at its ruined wings.

When Nikolai was like this, Fyodor could not be certain which would kill him first: the horrible illness ravaging his already frail body or Nikolai with an adoration so destructive that Fyodor could feel the weight of it upon his chest.

Just to spite his most beloved, Fyodor prayed for this victory to go to the common cold.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 10 stray thoughts:

- prom forgetting nants face and realizing he likes nont more…….. screaming

- they actually went for chicken noodles

- hold on is this guy a reporter or tutor ?? also porsche better not be doing what i think he is

- hold on was aob also in a contract with daddy?!?!?! oh we’re finally getting the aob backstory aob enthusiasts let’s gooooooooo. aob baby come home to me i’ll take care of you i swear!!!!! please!!!!

- puen wants me…

- aob puen…………… i will be withholding my reaction at this time….. [explodes into a thousand pieces]

- firstzouey being iconic besties yet again i love them. first my baby boy…

- porsche don’t start beef with bobbed bitch you should know this!!! nvm he rolled up in a crop top odds are tipping in his favor.

- nonts dad can just get cctv footage, who is he?!?!?!?

- the product placement sidjshhdhdjsjd crying

- i KNEW the psychologist wasn’t a good idea. conflict of interest ass scenario first you gotta go outside the family for it

- no not the bribe?!?!?! soong baby boy get those whacks in!!!! oh shit what is he showing soong that made him freeze in those pointy ass shoes

- i love the friendship they’re showing this ep. THE FUCK DID PORSCHE COME FROM HE JUST APPEARED. teena being a comedic king

- is captain wearing the brazilian colors?!?!

- i don’t trust nont in a good mood… oh his parents are politicians. I BET ITS PROM IN THE MASK OH SHIT OH FUCK

- WHAT??!?! WHAT WHAT WHAT THE OLD GUY WHAT WHA

- kejdjjdu is that porsche behind the door?!?? “you don’t know that he hates you he might just be dead” like bro bffr oh it’s nont, nont bffr

- see porsche how don’t care how many crop tops you wear you deserve to have your ass whooped

- leaving captains nosey ass alone was a mistake keen. like ?? but to be fair his weird ass always up to something unpredictable

- hold on- what’s going down between keen and puen?!?!!

- NUTHPHOP MY BELOVEDS also what the hell DOES nuth keep in that cage NUTH IS MY SPECIAL LITTLE MAN THATS MY MAN SHOUTOUT TO MY MANNNNNNN EVERYTIME HE SMILES NATURE HEALS ITSELF ITS LIKE THE FIRST CHIRP OF THE MORNING BIRD AFTER A LONG HARD WINTER ITS LIKE THE SUNRISE AFTER A COLD NIGHT ITS LIKE THAT FIRST SIP OF WATER WHEN YOUR THIRSTY ITS LIKE LAYING DOWN AFTER A LONG DAY STEPPING OUT OF THE SHOW AFTER BEING SOAKED TO THE BONE IN SWEAT ITS LIKE THE MOST DECADENT CHOCOLATE YOUVE EVER TASTED LIKE WAKING UP WELL RESTED LIKE THE SUNSHINE LIKE THE BREEZE THAT CARRIES SOUNDS OF LIFE WHEREVER IT TRAVELS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET LIKE A REFRESHING RAIN LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE

- CAPTAIN YOURE TRIFLING ASS IS DONE YOURE FINISHED IM GONNA GET YOU

- zouey being the voice of reason, unless he’s wrong then he’s a clown just like the rest of em

- IS FIRSTS DAD SOONGS NEW SUGAR DADDY?!?!?!?!

- not calling first a monster, also what is happening

- nvm i don’t need to get captains ass keen gonna get him for me WHY DID THE CAMERA PAN TO THE MASK LIEK THAT?!,!?

- aob nooooo literally nothing more devastating than person who didn’t believe love was in the cards for them getting betrayed like nooooooo

- I KNEW IT WAS PROM WHAT IS NANT DEAD SO MUCN IS HAPPENING AHHHHHHHHH

what an episode… holy fuck

[astarab1aze]

➥ CirQuet Dancer

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Lucyna Kushinada  [ Cyberpunk: Edgerunners ] 04. Voice Claim. TBA

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. Nishka Varonis 02. Alias. Neesh, Ninnie Mouse (given by Faith) 03. Sex. Female 04. Gender. Female 05. Age. 26 06. Birth Date. April 24th   [ Aries ] 07. Blood Type. Sub-type HS-WB+ 08. Race. Witch, American by nationality ; Polish-Latvian by ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Single   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Bisexual  [ Biromantic / no preference ] 11. Residence. In the same shitty apartment complex as Faith (they’re neighbors, actually!) in Salem’s Crossing, Miami, Florida ; She keeps her place as neat and as clean as possible, almost as if nobody lives there.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Nishka has short, iridescent white hair cut into an asymmetrical bob, some illusionary hints of various colors shining through in certain lights. Her eyes are pale white with an almost-luminous white ring around each of her pupils, framed by thick black lashes. Her skin is pale, almost milky white, delicate and soft, unblemished. She stands at 5’3”, slender, petite, lean and lightly toned. She has no scars, but myriad minimalistic geometric tattoos across her back, shoulder, and collar bones, with some mechanical doll-like joint tattoos throughout her body in similar style to the others (sort of…built-in costuming), which she enhances with illusion magic in order to make them glow. She has a wide variety of tastes, but can most often be found in any odd assortment of handmade costuming, enchanted with illustrious illusion charms, and she may occasionally wear a wig depending on the vibe of the show. Salmon lip gloss, red eyeshadow, and sharply-winged eyeliner (thank you, Faith!).

13. Equipment. She doesn’t keep much on her aside from the very basics; A traveling mirror, her cellphone, wallet, keys, her howlite wand, a broom for posterity’s sake, and a change of clothes. Often, she can be seen carting around a suitcase full of costumes and outfits for the Cyber CirQuet. 14. Occupation. Technically, she has many, but the job she was actually hired for was to be a simple acrobat - it just so happened to be that she would play nearly every role in management, customer service, performance, and more. She’s a contortionist, illusionist, dancer, clown, juggler, tightrope walker, special effects specialist, HR– Working for a small-time cyber-themed circus show, Cyber CirQuet. 15. Job Performance. Highly valued, the circus would dissolve without her hard work. They would never have made it out of Salem’s Crossing to New York or Chimachi were it not for her dedication, willingness to sacrifice personal time, and ability to work a crowd. 16. Parents. She’s an orphan, raised by sectarian bloodweavers of the Sightless Eye. 17. Siblings. She considers some of the other orphans to be like siblings, but she wouldn’t say she has siblings at all.

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Performing, making people laugh, smile, or gasp in wonder, lavender and lemon, gin, periwinkle, shrinking violets, FrankenLeeches, boo berry pies, practicing her routines, spinning unique conjurations for the kids, sewing, reading fantasies, stargazing, gossiping with Faith, photography, music, lemonade, chatting up the Bearded Lady for beauty tips, night markets, building ‘bucket houses’ for dumpster fey, etc. 19. Dislikes. Bearing all of both the responsibility and the risk, making mistakes, bruised feet, scarbuncle cheese, the ‘dirty’ aspects of magic, modernist architecture, uncleanliness, dolls, bugs, Sanguinarians, snallygasters, blackwyrms, humans, daytime, popcorn, water, Salem’s Crossing, people who can’t directly answer a direct question, slime, affinities opposed to her own, cleaning up the mess after a show, eye stalks, beanstalk stew, etc.

20. Positive Traits. Friendly. Fun-loving. Hard-working. Compassionate. Flexible. Generous. Resilient. Moderate. Patient. Loyal. Mindful. Gentle. 21. Negative Traits. Proud. Unforgiving. Workaholic. Short-tempered. Stubborn. Picky. Jealous. Cynical. Impulsive. 22. Goals. To bring the Cyber CirQuet to new heights in popularity as an attraction and show, earning enough of a raise in pay she might be able to more comfortably split rent on a possible joint apartment with Faith. 23. Desires. To eventually learn about her birth parents, find some closure and peace there, where she comes from and why she was orphaned. 24. Alignment. Neutral Good

25. Personality. Nishka is somewhat socially detached despite being a bit of a butterfly, uncertain of the world around her and exposed only to illusions and elaborate lies. Other people are separate from her, at arm's length, while she painstakingly recharges her batteries, rifles through her mind on what she needs to prepare for work, what themes she's going to use, whether or not she brushed her teeth and hair, what year is it-- Somewhat scatterbrained, mostly preoccupied, and happily so, putting off her goals in an effort to distract herself from the context. She is a hard worker and often incredibly proud of her work and herself, sometimes to her detriment. She doesn't trust other people easily and will have cynical views of their (presumed) intentions, managing her (and others') expectations - she doesn't like to be proven right, and when she is, well, she can be quite unforgiving. She's lived an interesting enough life that sorta dips to one side or the other - safety and security vs chaos danger, simply put, so she knows not to put too much of her heart into something when its certain to fail, even if she's just stubborn enough to see it through to the end anyway. Ultimately, she's a complicated and somewhat contradictory woman, informed by a number of experiences, loving and good in her own ways but woefully wrapped up in her own little world.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Affinity, Talent, etc.

26. Affinity. Light, Air, some Bestial - low-level but high acuity in select spells and talents, truly above and beyond potential but an inability to apply herself. 27. Shapeshifting. Innate Sugar Glider- naturally capable of shifting into the form of a palm-sized white sugar glider with a single, almost entirely invisible stripe down her back; She cannot maintain this form for long, limited to the transformative capabilities of any low-level mage despite her blood. 28. Utility. Alteration, minor conjuration, light enhancement, Float, barriers, minor telekinesis, charms, animal speech, 29. Specialization. Neon, Prismatic, and Illusions - in combining her natural-born affinities, she’s developed the ability to harness neon gas and prismatic light, using both in conjunction with her illusions to enhance her performances. 30. Graduate School. Dogwood J. Cotton’s Vocational Sorceries - school dedicated to job sorting lower classed and academically unclaimed children into a fitting magical career choice 31. Classification. Non-Anthromorphic Hybrid - Witch & Shapeshifter ; As she is both witch and shapeshifter, she is considered a hybrid between the two, though she lacks the potency of a full-blooded shifter.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

    Yaddayaddayadda working on this later (sorry)

[daily-clown-character]

I'm making sure there's no shortage of clowns! I just checked, and we don't have Mad Clown in the cue! We need Mad Clown from Punchout in here ASAP! Ryuu from YTTD is another quick pick. Ohhh! Nostalgia just hit! The mimes from Odd Squad. Specifically from 'Behind Enemy Mimes'. Wait! Cicero isn't here yet! We need our mad jester boy! Fun one just came to mind! Comedian from Luck Be A Landlord. Barnaby Bob from West of Loathing just came to mind! Charles Ringer from Detective Grimoire. Jester from Totally Accurate Battle Simulator would be fun! Not sure if he counts, but Vince from Darkside Detective. He owns a fair-ground and speaks like this:

Picture too since there aren't any online:

That's probably enough for now. If you need more on any of these my DMs are open!!

I love them all. ARGRGRHAHEHR YIPPEE!!! these are all added immediately. Vince is a small exception bc he’s just so silly and tysmmmm :o)