#s15 theater au

[puppywritesthings]

Six Sentence (Easter) Sunday

So remember the Luxx/Loosey fic I talked about? Here’s some of it.

But also some added context for no one who did modern high school theater in the States:

- The Jimmy Awards are the National High School Musical Theatre Awards that take place in NYC where they recognize talent from high school musicals. There are only two awards (Best Performance by an Actor and Best Performance by an Actress) and usually people who make it to the semifinals do well for themselves in their career.

“Ugh,” Loosey sighed, interrupting, “they misspelled my name. Again.” She complained as she flipped through the program. “How many times do they have to be told it’s L-O-O-S-E-Y, not Lucy like Ricardo.”

“At this point, you might as well ask them to change Betty Blast to Ariel Moore too.” Luxx teased, causing the entire dressing room to go quiet.  Whoever was left on wardrobe duty scurried past the actors and left, standing outside to overhear whatever actor drama was to come from it. “Come on, be honest with yourself.”

“Glad of you to bring this up on opening night. And we were having such a fun time as a cast, getting along so nicely.”

“You’re saying this as if it was some huge secret.” Isabelle added, “Girl, we all knew you’ve wanted a lead since freshman year and we all knew you’d throw a little hissy fit about it.”

“I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” Loosey stood up as some of her stage makeup smeared across her face. “When have I ever complained about not getting a lead?”

Luxx unlocked her phone and furiously scrolled through her messages. “I have receipts! Hold up, let me find them.”

“Receipts, mama…” Anetra echoed before immediately packing, heading out of the dressing room. “Also why are y’all still in costume?”

The question remained unanswered as Loosey took the rest of her makeup off, letting her face rest in the wipe a little longer than she thought. She groaned, wondering what evidence could possibly be against her.

“Okay, I guess we’re not getting Steak and Shake after this.”

“Fuck Steak and Shake!. This is more important.” Luxx said as Anetra just shrugged, exiting the dressing room with her bags in hand.

“I’ll text you and Jax to see if you still need rides, okay Marcia?”

Marcia didn’t have time to respond as Luxx finished her scrolling to the top of the cast group chat.

“Here it is,” she quoted, affecting an accent similar to Loosey’s, “‘I’m so happy to be a part of this cast. The only way it would have been better is if I was at callbacks with you all! Alas, Ms. Charles knows my typecast too well to be considered for an important part with, you know, more than seven lines. Someone has to be the comic relief, and that’s me. Can’t wait to not be in all the dance numbers! Hugs. Smiley face. Heart. Sparkles emoji.”

Loosey gasped, completely flabbergasted, “I was being genuine! Maybe you just don’t get my sense of humor. It’s called sarcasm, ever heard of it?”

“And then!” Luxx continued, “ ‘Interesting choice for Ariel, but I trust the vision?’ The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” 

“And look how that turned out. I trusted the vision, and the show’s going great!” 

“Right, because the success of this show entirely depended on your trust in it.”

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, it’s going great!  Everything’s fine. You’re getting all this praise. You’re gonna go straight to the Jimmy’s after opening night,” Loosey mocked.  “At this point, you’re gonna pull a Renee Rapp, go straight to Broadway, and then nobody hears from you until a movie adaptation of your big break gets made.”

The dressing room went silent once again.

“The way you’re trying to convince yourself you’re completely in the right is impressive,” Isabelle broke the silence. “And I envy you for that.”

[ltleflrt]

1)PacificRimAU!Supernatural would be so interesting! But Cas actually being a Kaiju trapped in a human body is sending my mind down the path of possession!fic. I don't know much of what the SPN fandom has to offer for that since I'm new, just joining because of the Nov. 5 madness, but now I'm curious how SPN should map to Stephenie Meyer's "The Host". If we want to line up cheap endings, Cas would be transplanted to a comatose Jimmy's body to match the original S15 finale. But I'd prefer a story

2) with Jimmy as a CHARACTER and the dynamics with Claire and Amelia. Or the story could be Sam/Ruby and have the meta in matching "purposely using a comatose vessel so the creator doesn't have to deal with the sketchy ethics". I would definitely like the sexist and entitled undertones from The Host's ending to not be present in the fic though. (Why did she need to be named Pet?! Couldn't being brain dead be the only reason she was chosen, and not her being cute and petite and non-threatening?!)

Pacific Rim is one of my favorite movies, and I’ve wanted to write an AU for it for years. I actually started one with Mass Effect characters, but never got past chapter 2.  I’ve poked at the idea a little bit for Destiel, with Dean as an engineer, and Cas as a pilot who lost his twin and drift partner Jimmy in a Kaiju battle.  Also, the novelization of Pacific Rim talks about the drift expanding outside of the Jaeger and some pilots having a mental connection, and also some Jaegers seeming to sometimes move on their own like they may have some consciousness of their own, and those are ideas I’d LOVE to explore.  But the idea of Kaiju!Cas in a human vessel is fuckin’ sexy and if OP wants someone to adopt the idea, I’m willing to put it on the pile for consideration :D

I never read The Host, and I only saw the movie once way back when it was in theaters, so my memory of it is vague.  I haven’t seen any fics that are specifically stated to be inspired by that story, but there’s stuff out there dealing with possession now and then.  I haven’t read them, but I’ve seen a few dealing with Jimmy and Cas coming to terms with sharing a vessel, and there’s one fan favorite where Cas lose his vessel and lives in Sam’s head for a while.  I can’t remember the name of that one, but it was already a big deal with I started reading fic back in like 2013ish.  I don’t really read canon-verse stuff tho, so I’m sure I’ve missed a lot of fics dealing with possession and vessels etc. 

[puppywritesthings]

wip wednesday (on a wednesday!)

hello! here's some looseluxx theater au i promised in the poll

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The dressing room intercom whirred to life, interrupting any more arguing that could have happened. “Living for the conversation, but can you guys go home?” Irene asked, “Because if you guys go home, I get to go home. And sleep.”

“Since when did you sleep?” Luxx pressed the button, responding with a small chorus of laughter.

“I’ll start once you guys leave the dressing rooms. I finished my performance report. Then whoever’s left of my guys can look over dressing rooms and then I can send that out and like I’ve said GO TO BED.”

“Irene going to bed at a reasonable hour… are you gonna start drinking water again too?”

“Leave my Red Bull alone. It’s how I get shit done.”

Upon realizing the time (and how tense the room had gotten since “Anetra just texted me… gotta go.” Marcia quickly grabbed her bags and left the room.  “Do you guys still want Steak and Shake? She has her mom’s van and she can give like… three more people rides.”

“No thanks, I drove.” Isabelle declined.

Loosey rolled her eyes and answered, “My ride just left, so I think I know where I’m going.”

“That’s amazing. Last thing we want is Lea Michele over here busting into show tunes for roles she’s never gonna get!” Luxx quipped back,

All of this fun camaraderie between her seemed to taunt Loosey. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew what her cast mates thought of her. In fact, they had made it clear just a while ago. She was a girl who was in way too over her head, someone who couldn’t face reality if it hit her with a brick. The butt of the joke. It wasn’t too bad being the butt of the joke. She’d get the attention and recognition Ms. Charles or her parents or employers wouldn’t give her, but that was only temporary.

She could only imagine what they’d talk about if she wasn’t there at Steak and Shake. They’d probably start placing bets over what the spring musical would be. Isabelle would suggest they use real poker chips and strong arm Anetra into making a pit stop and grabbing her dad’s set from home. Salina already left and had no plans until she hosted the big cast party at her place. Marcia and Jax would finally admit their feelings to each other. But who knows?

Loosey figured that their collective hatred of her would come up at some point, so she’d might as well go..

[puppywritesthings]

Here we go! It’s WIP WFriday now, but who’s counting? Here’s some luxx/loosey s15 theater kid au.

“I’m not throwing a hissy fit!” Loosey stood up as some of her stage makeup smeared across her face. “When have I ever complained about not getting a lead?”

“You were Mayzie La Bird in Seussical, and since then, anytime you didn’t get a solo, you’d get all passive aggressive or ask to switch parts with someone.”

“Junior. Seussical Junior. It was seventh grade; it doesn’t count. Do UMich grads put their middle school shows on their resume? No. None of that matters in the long run.”

“But it matters right now, and that was three years or so ago…” Marcia piped up, immediately feeling her contribution to the conversation stir the pot. “Maybe if you put that on the resume, you’d be in the running for leads”

“Did you put the Sour Kangaroo on your audition form, Luxx?”

“Yeah, cause it’s a role.” Luxx answered like it was the most obvious solution in the world. 

“I put Gertrude on mine.” Marcia added once again as if her comment led the conversation further astray. 

Luxx looked at the taller blonde and knowingly nodded her head. “Thanks, Marshall. So you’ve been telling me you haven’t added any of your middle school roles onto this audition? No wonder you got the role you got.”

“You little bitch!”

“I’m just staying, you didn’t show Miss Charles that versatility. You just said you could do bit parts and that’s it.”

“I wanted her to see that I could rise above those parts, but I guess she thought otherwise…” Loosey rolled her eyes. No matter how hard she attempted to defend herself, her back was still against the wall.

Y’all want a WIP WThursday?