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vaaaaaiolet · 2 months

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“Where are we anyway?” you ask, pulling him to the present. “Maine.” Leon breathes. “Why?” “They’ve um…got good lobster. You haven’t had lobster if it’s not from here.” “Leon.” He lets out a hum, tacking a question mark on its tail end as he stares at the wall. “You remember you’re allergic to seafood, right?”

Leon moves away from the place where he spent 20 years pining for you after it all gets taken away from him in a flash. This is the story of a particularly dull morning in which no boxes are unpacked, no walls are painted, and he accomplishes nothing.

f / m, emotional hurt, hurt / no comfort, implied / referenced character death

i watched one day on netflix and this is my take on that one scene near the end, leon is dexter you are emma, i hate myself for writing this too

word count: 940 // read on ao3

A lull – despite the chaos that comes from unpacking – seeps into Leon’s bones.

It’s the first time he’s allowed his mind to take the wheel from his body in a while. He’s used to it being the other way around, his body chugging along, all relentless go go go, but this time, something at the back of his head urges him to give in. Inner voice, subconscious, whatever the hell psychologists call it.

He ought to sit this one out.

The bedroom wall cradles his back as well as wood paneling and wallpaper can as he slides down its length. In the quiet stillness only early morning can bring, Leon watches as swirls of dust illuminate in the air. The hypnotizing dance of particles flying out from his half-unpacked boxes pulls his mind every-which-way, making his eyes furrow and his head hurt. There’s too much dust, too much he’s doing and somehow not enough, he really should be working on the downsta-

“Rather grim photo of me,” your soft voice snaps him out of his muddied thoughts.

He turns his head to see you sitting next to him, knees pulled up to your chest. Your finger points to a framed picture on a shelf he’d set up yesterday with Claire. The picture had been one of the only things she’d gotten out from his boxes before he’d snapped at her; told her in no uncertain terms that she was messing with his process.

You frown, lowering your finger. “My eyes are all screwed open and I look crazy.”

Leon snorts in response, shifting to shrink the space between you two. It’s the most beautiful picture he’s ever taken of you.

He wishes he was out of the frame so he could see even more of you in that white dress, running along the Aegean shoreline with him. The dress whose hem he’d fingered under the velvet dark of night as he itched to slip it off your shoulders. Your eyes were open and full of stars. Full of him, too.

“Where are we anyway?” you ask, pulling him to the present.

“Maine.” Leon breathes.

“Why?”

“They’ve um…got good lobster. You haven’t had lobster if it’s not from here.”

“Leon.”

He lets out a hum, tacking a question mark on its tail end as he stares at the wall.

“You remember you’re allergic to seafood, right?”

God, and he groans. Puts his head into his hands and rubs his now-bruising temples until he feels the veins shift around. Can’t you let him have this one thing?

“Maine’s not all seafood,” he mutters petulantly back, “it’s got…” Damn it, the only thing he can think of are Cape Cod kettle chips and the lighthouse on the bag. Is Cape Cod even in Maine? “Maine’s got pretty lighthouses.”

“I’m sure you came for the lighthouses, babe.” you chuckle.

“I just…” Words evade his dry mouth. He settles on dropping his head on your shoulder instead, slowly and carefully like a teenager making the first move on a movie date. You throw out a hand, carelessly gesturing towards the innards of Leon’s moving supplies strewn all over the floor.

“I don’t mind, you know,” you say after a beat, “If you just got rid of it all.”

“What?”

The same anger he felt when Claire rifled through the moving boxes with your name written on them surges through Leon again, and he picks his head back up to look at you in disbelief.

“No.” He says stubbornly.

“Le-”

He cuts you off with a tired glare. There’s no bite behind the gray-blue of the eyes you once believed could see right through you.

“I could never do that.” he finally whispers.

He always thought his eyes did the talking for him. This isn’t your fault, Leon tries to make them say this time, it’s mine. I never told you what you needed to hear when you needed it. I know you wrote poetry for me. God, I read it all. I still have the journals your bumbling idiot of an ex dropped off at our house. You can still put your head in the hollow of my back if you try, I’ll let you do it whenever you want, just please. Please don’t make me get rid of what you left behind.

“You’re actually quite gorgeous in that picture, you know?” he interjects his own barrage of telepathic apologies. “You’ve always been gorgeous.”

The smile that blooms on your features at his words is one that’s arguably more stunning than the one in the picture, but Leon won’t tell you. He commits it to memory instead. A safe place where you won’t see the flaws in yourself. It’s the place you live in these days. He thinks you understand anyway because you brush your hand over his and give it three short squeezes.

One: I’m thinking of you, two: I miss you, three: I love you.

“I didn’t really appreciate it at the time.” Your words taste bitter in his mouth even though you laugh.

“I did.”

“Sometimes.” Leon hates how small your voice has become.

He sits there for several minutes, back against the wall, relishing in the weight of your palm on the back of his hand until the sensation becomes nothing but warmth, and then a ghost of that, until it becomes nothing at all. The picture of you laughing with your eyes wide open watches him steadfastly from its perch on top of his shelf.

Eyes wide, alive, in love. That’s how he’d like to remember you, he thinks.

Organizing the downstairs can wait just as Leon once did.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #vivisaidso on ao3 #spoilers for one day on netflix #let's be real is anyone ok after that ending #vaaaaaiolet

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Cool for the Summer

Summary: What you have with Andy is so much more than just a run-of-the-mill summer fling. And you won't let it be damaged by little things like flies, or a casual dash of outdated ignorance. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Light Sexual Themes, Fluff, Cuteness, Light Angst, Protective Andy, Discussions of Race, Racial Ignorance, Racism, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This one might be a little tough for some, so please heed the warnings. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated. All mistakes are my own.

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“Here we go!” You chirp as you weave your way through several already occupied park tables. “There’s the perfect spot just down there, honey. You see it?”

“Uh, yep. Lead the way, baby girl.” Comes the soft rumble of your man’s voice from behind.

“You sure you don’t need help?” The man had insisted on carrying everything himself. “At least let me hold the drinks or something.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Stubborn man. Of course he wouldn’t. You go to adjust the strap of your white, floral sundress as you make your way over to the table.

“Does my bow still look okay?” You ask, trying to feel whether or not the damn thing was still hanging evenly. You’d already asked him to readjust it twice for you. Not that he had minded, since Andrew Barber was committed to using every excuse in the book to get and keep his hands on you.

“Mmhm.” He replies without missing a beat.

“I can feel you looking at my butt, Big Man.”

“Yep.” He grunts, barely avoiding an accidental collision with another random park goer as he gets lost in the mesmerizing sway of your ass.

“You’re hopeless.” You grumble, not bothering to hide your smile even as you feel your cheeks heat.

“Only when it comes to you.”

Likewise, handsome.

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Only when you reach the spot you picked out does Andy finally allow you to help him. Together, you work to get everything settled before taking your seats. He then begins pulling items out of the big, white paper bag.

You stare down at your food as you unwrap it, suspicion clearly written all over your face. After all, just because it looked yummy didn’t mean the damn thing would actually taste good.

“I can’t believe you’ve lived in Boston all this time without ever actually trying a lobster roll.” Your boyfriend remarks as he removes the wrapper from his lunch, which just so happens to be the same as your own.

“Hush.” You mumble, shooting him a playful glare. Holding the roll up to the light you take a moment to examine the famed New England cuisine. “I already told you. I’ve just got this thing about…mayo.”

“But you like eggs, don’t you?” Andy leans back, casually lacing his fingers through yours.

“Of course I do! Or did you forget that I made us eggs Benedict this morning?” You hear him chuckle when you pick up a chunk of lobster with your free hand. But what he doesn’t know is that you’re trying your damnedest not to bring it to your nose and sniff it.

Because that would be rude. Especially since you weren’t alone. Or at home.

“Oh, I remember, baby girl. I remember you complaining about having to reheat everything after you jumped me in the kitchen.” He shrugs, his beautiful blue eyes dancing with mischief.

“You are such a freaking liar!” You exclaim, momentarily forgetting to keep your voice down. “You were the one who attacked me while I was trying to whisk together the hollandaise and –”

“I mean, that’s not how I remember it. But in my defense, little love, have you ever seen the way your hips move when you whisk?” He presses a kiss to your joined hands. “Especially when you’re wearing just my shirt and nothing else? Shit should be illegal.” Another kiss, this time with an added nip of teeth.

“Whatever. I told you it wouldn’t reheat well.” You point an accusing finger at him. “You didn’t believe me. And to top it off, now you’ve got me trying this…thing. ” You screw your face up at him, trying to ignore the fact that he finds you amusing.

“Aw, Y/N.” Andy coos. “You’re so cute when you crinkle your little nose like that. Look, if you don’t like the roll, I’ll go back and get you something else. I promise.” And you know he means it. Your man wouldn’t bat an eyelash if you asked him to throw everything away and take you to your favorite Asian bistro right this second.

Not that you’d ever ask him to do that. It was just nice knowing that you were dating the type of man who wanted you to be comfortable at all times.

“You don’t have to do that.” You tell him, shrugging dismissively. “I’m sure it’s fine. And if it’s not, I’ll just eat my fries.”

“Shh, Y/N.” Andy murmurs, his thumb tenderly stroking your knuckles. “Just try it. If you don’t like it, I will go back over to that little seafood shack and get you something else.” His gentle tone brooks no room for argument. “Okay, sweetheart?”

So bossy.

“Okay.” You breathe as a warm breeze ruffles through your curls. Summer would be over soon, which is part of the reason you’d chosen to have your date at this particular park. You wanted to enjoy this beautiful weather while you still had the chance.

“Take a bite for me, baby girl. I'm curious to see what you think.” He encourages, letting go of your hand. It then occurs to you that you were probably going to need them both if you really did plan to eat this thing.

“It’s just so…big.” You muse as you hold it up, poised to take a bite. “All this meat. I’m not sure if it’s all gonna fit in my mouth.”

“Could’ve sworn you said the same thing about me the first time you – ow!” He hisses before reaching down to grasp at his shin. “Shit!”

“Keep it up and I’ll kick you again, sir.” You tell him as you hold up your small foot, loving the way the sparkly polish catches the sunlight. “Please don’t make me mess up my pedicure. It was expensive.”

And that wasn’t a lie. You’d decided to treat yourself this month, which meant this shit had to last!

“Keep forgetting just how violent my pretty lady can be sometimes.” Andy mutters, absentmindedly rubbing his abused leg. “Kind of turns me on.” And then he delicately grabs hold of your ankle and safely lowers it back to the ground. “Should I be concerned about that?” He nibbles on a french fry, dunking it in ketchup.

“Probably.”

And then you do it. Closing your eyes, you lean down and take a massive bite of your lobster roll.

Go big or go home.

“Oh. My. God.” You moan before diving in once more, making your man chuckle.

“Is it good, baby?” You look up at him, noticing the way his engaging blue eyes seem to sparkle back at you. “Eh, you got a little somethin’…”

Ever the doting lover, he picks up a napkin so that he can sweetly wipe away a small smear of sauce left behind on your cheek.

“There we go, sweet girl. Much better.”

He has no idea just how much the gesture makes you melt inside. You honestly weren’t sure what you did to deserve this man.

“Thank you.” You whisper, suddenly feeling shy. “It’s - this is really good, Big Man. I was a little worried but…this shit is delicious.” You keep eating, scooping bits and pieces of sweet lobster meat with your fingers when they occasionally fall out of the buttered roll and onto the wrapper below.

“Aren’t you gonna eat too?” You ask, licking at your thumb.

Jesus, this stuff was good, but it was also super messy.

“I will.” Andrew is quiet for a moment as a french fry dangles loosely from his fingers. “You have no idea just how beautiful you are, do you?”

Now that takes you by surprise. Not because you were unaccustomed to hearing him say it, in fact it was just the opposite. Your boyfriend was always dropping sweet compliments like that. But what always seemed to strike you the most time and time again was the fact that he…

He actually meant it. Like, it wasn’t just some line he was committed to using to keep you in his bed.

There’s a soft, warm grin on his lips as he cocks his head to the side – his eyes never leaving yours.

“Andy…” You break away from his gaze to stare down at your meal. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m being serious.” He continues, popping a perfectly fried piece of potato in his mouth. And then he picks up another.

“I know.” You tell him, taking a cooling sip of your drink. “It’s – you’re nice.”

“I’m going to keep saying it.” Your man tells you, using two thick fingers to lift your chin. “Until you start to believe me.”

“I do.” You murmur, suddenly feeling like you and Andy are the only two people in the entire park. One of your small hands reaches up to wrap itself around his wrist, your thumb resting over his pulse point.

“Good. Doesn’t mean I plan on stopping any time soon though.” He winks at you then, before finally taking a bite of his food. “Damn if this isn’t delicious.” He takes one more before getting up to excuse himself to the restroom.

“Be back in a minute, baby girl. If you finish yours while I’m gone then please feel free to help yourself to mine too. Just don’t go wandering off on me, okay?” You can tell that he’s joking.

Mostly.

You could tell that he was still dealing with a little PTSD from that time you ditched him when you'd been out on your first date. While it had certainly been a few months since then, your poor Andy Bear still hadn’t fully recovered.

“You got it, handsome. Promise I won’t move from this spot.”

“Thank you.” He breathes a sigh of relief before striding off in the other direction.

As you sit there alone, you take a moment to dig into your french fries, alternating between dipping them in ketchup and tarter sauce. Maybe you could convince Andy to share a basket of fried clams with you as well. Ooh! And the crab cakes.

Not that he would ever let you pay for any of it. The last time you’d tried he’d actually snatched your card and kept it in his wallet for the rest of the night. You knew would get your way eventually, but until then, you would have to keep patiently biding your time.

“Excuse me. Excuse me, Miss.” The sound of someone’s voice breaks you out of your precious reverie. Turning your head, you spy an elderly woman and someone you assume to be her husband waving at you from a neighboring table.

“Are you talking to me?” You point at yourself. “Oh, um..hi!”

“Hello, honey.” She smiles, waving politely. “Sorry to bother you.”

“No, you’re not, Eva.” Her companion grunts, keeping his attention focused on the crossword he’s apparently working on.

“Quiet, Alan. Was that –” She struggles to shift her chair a little closer to your own. “Was that young man your boyfriend? I’m talking about the tall, handsome one who just walked that way.”

“Sure is.” You tell her, feeling unable to control the smile dancing across your face. Not that you would want to anyhow. “He is pretty cute, huh?”

“Oh, he is.” The two of you share a conspiratorial giggle. “How long have you two been together?”

“A few months.”

“So it’s new, then?”

“Very.” You nod, swirling your drink around before taking a gulp.

“Oh, Alan. Alan – it’s new. Aren’t they just so cute?” She snaps her fingers at him a couple of times, trying to get his attention. “Alan!”

“No.” He grunts again, which kind of takes you by surprise.

“Alan!” His wife gasps, looking almost offended as you feel. “Be nice to the poor girl.”

This man, or Alan as it were, finally turns to you then. His cool, gray eyes boring into your own.

“Look, sweetheart.” Alan lets out a resigned sigh as he neatly folds up his paper crossword and tucks away his pen. “You’re a very pretty girl. You don’t need someone like me to tell you that. And that guy, your boyfriend? He’s a very good looking guy. You don’t need me to tell you that either.” He pauses for a moment as he coughs into his handkerchief.

Your chest constricts slightly as what feels like a lead weight slowly sinks to the pit of your stomach.

“And what you two have may be cool for the summer, or whatever it is you young people say these days, but that’ll be it.”

“And why would that be exactly?” The thing is, you had sneaking suspicion that you already knew where this was heading. But you weren’t quite sure.

“You’re too different. I haven’t even known you for five minutes, but it’s blatantly obvious that you come from different worlds. And despite what the movies and the media tell you, it never works. Because it’s not meant to.”

Alright. Got it. Coded message received.

“It’s just not natural, the two of you mixing like this. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be. Trust me.” He shakes his finger at you, almost as if he’s playing the part of a dutiful father warning an errant child.

“Well, I’m afraid that I��m going to have to respectfully disagree with you, Alan.” As flustered as you were inside, and despite the anger coursing through you, you refused to let him see just how affected you were. “It was nice chatting with you, Eva. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going back to my lunch.”

“Oh!” Eva worried eyes flit between you and her husband. “Now see what you’ve gone and done, Alan? You’ve just upset that nice girl.”

She was right. But you were more than upset. Underneath it all, you were hurt.

“Eh, she’s young, she’s smart. She’ll be fine.” He waves away his fussing wife’s words as he stands up, obviously preparing to leave.

And of course, as luck would have it, Andy also picks that exact moment to rejoin you at your little table.

“Hey, sweet girl. Over here making new friends, I see.” He goes to sit down and then pauses, extending his hand to the older man. “The name’s Andrew.”

“And we were just leaving.” Alan informs him, pointedly ignoring your boyfriend’s polite greeting. “C’mon, Eva.”

You shake your head, desperately hating the fact you were allowing one person’s misguided outlook to ruin such a wonderful day out with an equally wonderful man. But sometimes that was all it took, you know?

“Huh?” Andy pulls back, turning his attention toward you. “Did I miss something or..?” He trails off once he finally gets a good look at your crestfallen face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” And with that shift, you know he’s forgotten all about the man standing not even five feet away.

His focus now is you. You are all that he sees as he moves to crouch down beside you.

“Alan, apolgize!” Eva implores him. At least she actually had the decency to look somewhat distraught about the whole situation. “Please. What you’re doing is – it isn’t very kind. This is a new generation. Maybe things might be different –”

But her husband simply isn’t in the mood to hear it. From her, you'd wager, or anyone else for that matter.

“Son.” He turns to address the concerned man at your side. “I didn’t mean to upset your pretty friend here, not really. You’re a couple of good looking kids. Didn’t I say that to you before, sweetheart?”

Alan waits briefly pauses long enough for you to respond, but you don’t. Instead you choose to cup Andy’s cheek, trying to concentrate on the soft fullness of his neatly cropped beard.

“You two are having a summer fling. I get it. I don’t support it, but –”

“Why the hell would either one of us give a fuck about what you do or do not support?” Andy snarls, his hackles raised.

“I’m just trying to warn you because I’ve been where you are.” Surprised by the younger man’s harsh tone, he returns his attention to you. “Look, your Andrew here is lost in the newness of all of this. You’re beautiful, you’re exotic. He’s enjoying a small taste of the forbidden – I know you know what I’m saying.” Alan uses his folded puzzle to fan himself. “Everyone is always so quick to call things racist these days, but what the hell happened to being honest?”

“Hey, my guy. Unless you missed it, I’m a grown ass man who’s quite capable of making his own fucking decisions.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw as he cracks his neck. “And I’ve decided that I want to spend my day, my time – hell, pretty much my every fucking waking hour if she’ll have me – with this gorgeous woman right here.”

Andy closes the distance between them then, their faces so close that their noses are practically touching. ”So, I’m gonna do you a kindness by letting you know up front that I am definitely the kinda guy who won’t hesitate to hit an old man, especially if you say one more disrespectful thing about my girl.”

There’s no hiding the fact that he’s seething, but you can also see that what he’s experiencing runs deeper. You suspect that he’s feeling helpless in a way that he never has before.

“Ask your people, young lady. And I bet they’ll tell you the same -that’s assuming your folks haven’t done so already.” He goes to reach for his wife’s hand. But she’s clearly had enough of the spectacle, so she simply turns and walks away. “I guess that’s one thing the races have in common, wanting to spare our kids any unnecessary pain.”

“But the thing is, Alan, nobody asked for your fucking opinion in the first place.” You hiss, finding your voice again. “About me or my man.” Your hands are shaking, so you keep them hidden under the table. “So I’m not quite sure why you chose to give it.”

“I was just –”

“Go chase after your wife, buddy, before I fuck around and lose my shit.” Old man or not, you can tell that Andy is struggling to rein in his temper.

Finally, Alan does the smartest thing he’s probably done all day. He turns and follows the same path his wife took, calling her name as he does. She doesn’t appear to acknowledge him, not that you felt overly compelled to care anyway.

Now, you were left to pick of the pieces what remained of your date. But at this point, you weren’t even sure if it was salvageable. Maybe you would just ask him to drop you back home. After you made sure he was okay, of course. He would probably need you to reassure him that everything was okay, and that incidents like this would be few and far between, and –

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Andy asks, his heated blue eyes never leaving the older man’s slowly disappearing form. “He say anything else while I was gone?”

But then again, Andrew Barber also wasn’t like most other guys...

“Y/N...what else did he say when I was gone?” His voice hard as he repeats his question.

“Just…more of the same.” You shrug, picking at the remaining half your lobster roll. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.” He responds, his deep voice coming out a little more hoarse than it had only moments before. “I would hope you'd know that by now.”

“I do.” You tell him, wishing you could make yourself get up and go to him. Because you knew you were right. Comfort was the way to go here. Except you were finding it hard to do what you thought might make someone else feel better when you, yourself, were also having a rough time.

“Then why are sitting over there like you don’t?”

“Why are you standing over there like you don’t need me to hug you?” You counter, standing on unsteady feet. “My jelly legs don’t work so good right now.”

“I can come to you.”

“Then come here.” You open your arms to him. Seconds later they’re wrapped securely around his middle, and his are around you too.

“What you and I have – this thing we’re building here – is so much more than some goddamned summer fling, baby girl. You gotta know that.”

“I do.” Because you did. Sometimes things really were that simple.

“Say something else. Something more.” His voice wavers just a touch, almost as if he’s close to begging.

A small sigh escapes as you try to form the right words. And then decide to go with honesty, the usual best policy.

“I don’t just know it, Andy. It - it’s more than that. I feel it. Right fucking here, honey.” Taking his hand, you place it over his heart. “Right here.” You rasp. “Where it counts.”

“Okay.” Your man clings to you even tighter. “Okay, good.”

You two stand like that for a moment, both of you holding on to the comfort you were each attempting to give the other.

“I love you.” Andy whispers into your curls as his hand smooths its way up and down your back. “So much. And I hope you know that man is an idiot who–”

“Shh.” You interrupt, pressing a finger to his soft lips. “I love you too. And also, there’s a fly enjoying your lobster roll.”

“What?” He chokes on a surprised laugh.

“Yep and – ope! Now there’s two.” You confirm, spinning him around so that he can see for himself. “Guess this date’s ruined, huh?”

You bite your lip before brushing your fingers over his furrowed brow, smoothing out the small wrinkles.

“Ruined. Right.” Your man sniffs. “On account of the flies. And not the casual cup of racist bullshit we just had tossed in our laps like it was nothing.”

“Nope." You shrug. “It was definitely the flies, because ignorant assholes like that don’t get to fuck up our days.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmhm. Although, I have to tell you, I’m still a little hungry.” You shoo the flies away before picking up your unwanted food and tossing it in the trash. Have at it bugs. And then go to link an arm through his, gently leading him out of the park.

“You are?”

You weren’t, at least not really. But you didn’t want things to end this way. Neither one of you deserved that.

“Uh huh. Know any place where we could get a nice, juicy cheeseburger and maybe a couple slices of pie?” You bat your lashes up at him, wanting him to go along with it.

“I do. As long as we can get it to-go that I can hold you while we eat.” You allow Andy to adjust your positions so that you can snuggle deeper into his side.

While you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t be today, you knew you both would eventually be okay. And you could always try lobster rolls again some other time. Either at this park, or at a different one. The place didn't matter.

But your company...now that did.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, honey.”

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90snickalways · 1 year

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Bring out the dancing lobsters‼️

#happy Tuesday #90s nick always #90snickalways #the amanda show #dancing lobsters #90s nick #nickelodeon #90s nickelodeon #00s nick

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zimulacrum · 3 months

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Total Drama Camp Island au

Fuck it. Au where Camp Wawanakwa is a Theatre camp. Chris is the director, Chef is the technical director. Mixing Gen 1 and Gen 2, the cast and crew splits up like this:

(PS, if two people have the same role, it’s just double cast.)

CAST

Alejandro - Joined because he enjoyed theatre as a class. He easily gets roles, though his charm is sometimes seen as an unfair advantage to others so he doesn’t audition much.

NOTABLE ROLES

the Phantom

the SQUIP

Emmett Forrest

Rocky

Kenickie Murdoch

Sierra - Joined because OBVIOUSLY she wants a place to nerd out! She gets good roles because she’s one of the only people who put all her emotions and being into her lines AND songs.

NOTABLE ROLES

Sandy Cheeks

Jenna Rolland

Columbia

Ronette

Delia Deetz

Duncan - I can’t decide whether he joined as a joke, or if his parents forced him to hang out with other teens. Maybe both. But surprisingly, he’s a good actor—AND can, surprisingly, do an incredible Mr. Krabs impression. He also constantly fights with crew to not wear a wig, keeping his mohawk onstage.

NOTABLE ROLES

Mr. Krabs

Jake Dillinger

Eddie

Orin Scrivello

Beetlejuice???

Tyler - Joined because he thought it would be like High School Musical. His roles are never big, but he has fun with them and always treats them like they’re the lead.

NOTABLE ROLES

Patchy the Pirate

one of the businessmen that purchases an Audrey II

Harold - He WOULD be a threatre kid if he could. He auditions with rapping EVERY TIME. And it works for him.

NOTABLE ROLES

Sheldon J. Plankton

Kevin G

Riff Raff

Geoff - Joined as a dare, and ended up loving it. He’s super chill about cast lists, and whatever he ends up with, he makes sure it’s including Bridgette.

NOTABLE ROLES

Patrick Star/Larry the Lobster/Gary the Snail

Damien Hubbard

Heather - She likes being in the spotlight. She expects roles, and she gets roles. .. not always. She’s typecast as the mean girl.

NOTABLE ROLES

Chloe Valentine

Regina George

Magenta

Vivian Kensington

Betty Rizzo

Lindsay - Loves movies and musicals and wants to be like that!! But she usually forgets her lines… and when she does, they’re all from Mean Girls. Even if she’s doing Rocky Horror, she’ll say her Karen Smith lines. Oh well.

NOTABLE ROLES

Karen Smith

Paulette Bonafonté

Frenchy Facciano

Leshawna - She has a big voice, so she’ll join to get big roles. Although, she’s never really cast in dance heavy roles…

NOTABLE ROLES

Pearl Krabs

Janice Ian

Audrey II/Chiffon

Elle Woods

Owen - He thought theatre camp could be fun! He has a surprisingly nice voice, and is just really good at embodying characters.

NOTABLE ROLES

SpongeBob SquarePants/Patrick Star

Michael Mell

Noah - “Joined as a joke”. He secretly really wanted to. He has the gay theatre kid energy here… his voice is also quite pleasant.

NOTABLE ROLES

Squidward Tentacles

Adam Maitland

Brad Majors

Warner Huntington III

Trent - Joined for fun since he had a free summer. He always brings his guitar, and sometimes plays it for script read throughs.

NOTABLE ROLES

an Electric Skate

Aaron Samuels

Cody - Family got him to join. They hoped he could get really cute roles, and he acts like he doesn’t care. He does.

NOTABLE ROLES

SpongeBob SquarePants/Old Man Jenkins

Seymour Krelborn

Bridgette - A friend suggested she signed up, so she did—tries to get a couples role with Geoff ever since they got together.

NOTABLE ROLES

Mayor of Bikini Bottom

Brooke Lohst

Janice Ian

Brooke Wyndham

Courtney - She’s done every subject and activity, of COURSE she’ll try theatre! She’s destined to be a star! She takes everything extremely seriously. And if she doesn’t get the role she wants… it’s scary.

NOTABLE ROLES

Christine Daae

Jenna Rolland

Gretchen Weiners

Vivian Kensington

Barbara Maitland

Crystal

Katie and Sadie - They picked a summer camp they wanted to do together, chose this, and auditioned for EVERYTHING together. They don’t really do roles that aren’t a duo.

NOTABLE ROLES

the Delta Nu girls

Justin - Decided to join because he assumed he’d get roles IMMEDIATELY for how he looked. He did not.

NOTABLE ROLES

an Electric Skate

Kyle the delivery man

Cameron - His mom suggested he joined a theatre camp because it felt “safe”—plus, he can actually sing and dance pretty well, since he grew up with his mom’s disco music.

NOTABLE ROLES

Seymour Krelborn

Anne Maria - She REALLY wants a shot at being a lead in a musical, but is painfully… tone deaf. But she’s pretty good at dancing, actually!

NOTABLE ROLES

Cha-Cha DiGregorio

Mike - His psychiatrist suggested he take a theatre camp, since his excuse for his switches is that he just “likes to act”. In reality, Mike… doesn’t really like acting. He’ll take one role, but all his others are usually done by… not. Him.

NOTABLE ROLES

Jeremy Heere

Beetlejuice (Mal)

Danny Zuko (Vito)

Zoey - She actually loves musicals! Big theatre kid! She can make her own costumes and knows way too much about the shows she’s in, but barely says anything about it because she’s nervous about appearing as weird.

NOTABLE ROLES

Karen

Christine Canigula

Cady Heron

Chutney Wyndham

Janet Weiss

Lydia Deetz

Sandy Olsson

Lightning - Joined by accident. He doesn’t know where he is. He likes the attention, though.

NOTABLE ROLES

an Electric Skate

Brick - He was too nervous to join theatre at school, so he tried a summer camp no one had ever heard of… and it was perfect!

NOTABLE ROLES

Perch Perkins

Dr. Scott

Scott - Joined as a joke. Auditions as a joke. Usually tries to get someone to mess up a line or say the M word onstage…

NOTABLE ROLES

Rich Goranski

Dakota - OOOFF COOUURRSEEE she has to be center stage! Of COURSE! It’s not Broadway, but this’ll do!

NOTABLE ROLES

Brooke Wyndham

Miss Argentina

Dawn - (is usually crew)

NOTABLE ROLES

Audrey

CREW

DJ - paints sets!

Eva - helps with exercises and choreography!

Gwen - head of makeup!

Izzy - she does the practical effects/special effects/visuals!

Courtney - she has FOUGHT with Chris and Chef to be allowed to act and do crew at the same time. she does lights. do NOT let her be stage manager.

Ezekiel - also pants sets!

Beth - assists in costuming!

Cameron - prop master!

Mike - when he can avoid acting, he helps Cam!

Dawn - she’s an assistant stage manager, and always knows who’s playing what before the cast list gets written somehow…

B - to save money on hiring various companies for flying or using other big machinery, he handles that himself.

Sam - sound master!

Brick - when he’s not acting, he works on being head of costumes!

Jo - stage manager!

PPS. I know most of these are adult shows, but do you think Chris gives a shit

#total drama island #tdi #tdroti #total drama revenge of the island #revenge of the island #td #total drama #tdi au #td au #total drama au #musical theatre #theatre kid #musicals #total drama camp island

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nyamadermont · 10 months

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You Cover Me With Water

@flashfictionfridayofficial

#FFF 206 Sink or Swim

Avatar: Legend of Korra

612 words

CW: Implied sexual content

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A gift for @slowdissolve ahead of a busy day tomorrow.

Story below the cut.

Lin was running along behind Tenzin and Kya and Bumi when the earth lifted her straight up. She teetered, but kept her balance, just like Toph had taught her.

She frowned. Toph hadn’t said anything. She was just following the others. She started to climb down the rock when she realized just how high she was.

Back on the ground, Lin turned to her mother. “I wanna go with them!” When she stomped her foot, her whole body felt funny.

“I know Kya is a water bender, but Bumi won’t keep track of you and Tenzin at the same time. I can’t follow you when you’re in the water, so you have to stay on the ground.”

Lin crossed her arms like Toph and Katara did.

“I don’t need you.”

Her mother’s face changed a little, and Lin felt something strange.

“You need me more than you think, Rock Lobster. Where is the ground? Under the water. You can’t breathe water. Don’t get in the water.”

An hour later, Lin cried herself to sleep in her mother’s lap with Katara soothing her older son. As she drifted to sleep, she heard Bumi’s voice saying, “She’s so much heavier than Tenzin, I couldn’t keep her from sinking…”

***

“Hey Badgermole!”

Lin scowled at her schoolwork and looked for something she could hurl at the infuriating Tenzin.

“I told you not to call me that, Moon Peach.”

Tenzin skidded to a halt, his face already bright red.

When he didn’t say anything in response, she rolled her eye and slammed her pen down. “Come on, Tenzin. Out with it. I have work to do.”

“Pumice.”

Lin blinked. “Is a rock. Do you even know what a point is if it’s not on your head?”

Tenzin dug in a pocket of his robes and pulled out a small, pale, rough rock. He blew against it gently. It rolled along his hand and when it got to his fingertips, he flipped it up. He grabbed her water glass from her work table, and used it to catch the rock as it fell.

“Hey! I was drinking that!”

He shrugged. “I’m sure you can pull all the impurities out. I watched your mom train you on it enough.”

He stopped long enough to bring the glass in front of her and wait for her to look at it.

Her irritation was growing. She had three papers to write, Toph wanted her bills paid, and she still had to pick Su up from dance class.

“Point, Tenzin. No time, no patience.”

“It floats. Some kinds of rocks float. Even if they’re all rough and sharp to hold.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she frowned.

“So what. It floats. It doesn’t write my papers or do my chores. Why are we talking about pumice?”

“You can float, Lin. Rocks don’t only sink.”

She blinked again, trying to collect her thoughts.

But just as she opened her mouth to say… something, the rock released a little bubble of air, spun over, and settled to the bottom of the glass.

She didn’t even look at him.

***

The water in the pool lapped over the edge, spilling over the rocks. With a final groan, they stilled.

Kya pressed her forehead against Lin’s, pressing down with her whole body.

Lin’s breath shook, and slowly evened. Her arms lay weakly at her sides, her fingers caressing Kya’s legs.

Kya kissed Lin’s face gently, savoring the soft feel of her.

Lin inhaled, and brought her hands up to Kya’s face.

“You cover me with water." She kissed her, pulling her closer.

"I should sink, but now I finally know how it feels to swim.”

#flash fiction friday #fff206 #sink or swim #kyalin #lin beifong #kya ii #toph beifong #lin and toph #tlok tenzin #nyama's short fics

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what-if-nct · 11 months

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Jungwoo: I just think it's funny.

Johnny: Jungwoo we talked about this.

Yuta: No, no he need this.

Jungwoo: How I was pushed out of the thruple I started. And the man who won couldn't handle her riding him. He had to push her off before he came in two seconds.

Hyunjin: You're doing this right now. In front of my wife and son and her adopted children.

Yangyang: Kun just gave me away.

Renjun: I threw Jaemin in for free.

Jeongin: I'm not your son!

Jungwoo: Yeah, I'm doing this now. I was silent for too long. You won't even let me hug her. She wants to hug me.

Hyunjin: Do you sweetie? Fine. You can just be her toy when she's bored but That's it.

Jungwoo: That's all I ask for.

Doyoung: Since Jungwoo had the courage I'd like-

Chan: You can have Mondays and Wednesdays with my wife.

Doyoung: That's all I want.

Yangyang: Our mom said me and Jaemin can be with Felix's girlfriend

Felix: The more the merrier.

Johnny: *bangs a gavel* That is settled bring in the dancing lobsters.

Hendery: *walks out dressed as a lobster and slow dancing with a real lobster*

#Jungwoo #hyunjin #Yangyang #yuta #nct incorrect quotes #nct #nct incorrect texts #nct 127 #johnny seo #johnny #johnny suh #wayv #bangchan #felix lee #stray kids #stray kids incorrect quotes #stray kids incorrect texts #hwang Hyunjin

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half-man-half-lime · 6 months

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Hey, just to put the ask out- does anyone want to join the TTRPG campaign I'm running? We've been in some mini-arcs while I try to put the next big arc together (very, veeeerrry slowly), and the second of those mini-arcs is about to end, and then we'll likely take a few weeks off due to scheduling issues and resume when the arc is done.

I wish I could say it was almost done, I just took a week of half-days with my PTO to try and chip away at it, and I did make progress, but it's not there yet. At the very least, that should give anyone who's interested time to get caught up with the campaign and come up with a character?

This arc is meant to be a big turning point in the campaign as things get closer to the climax, at which point it'll be up to the players as to what to do next.

EDIT:

Anyway HMU if you're interested! Info on what's happened and what the next arc is about below the cut:

The current story- based on a comic I wanted to make for a while, the setting is based on WW1-WW2 America, featuring a team of pilots (at first , before player turnover and replacement PCs) whose society was isolated in an ancient, cracked dome, and set out looking for ways to bring their struggling population out into the wider world- all the while, a war overseas with a secretive, strange army is getting more tense.

Throughout the campaign, the players have:

Saved a literal flying circus from arson

Gotten caught up in conflict between the mob and a corrupt power company, inadvertently leading to two horrific creatures from either side being mashed together into a spiraling deer-tree abomination they had to stop

Played heel-villains in staged superhero fights in exchange for money and strange artifacts

Been morphed into story-book pirates in a patch of warped reality, fighting the ghost of the pirate who kept them trapped there

Gone undercover in a Lovecraftian town where gathered businesspeople and international diplomats planned to awaken the ancient gods, only to get caught, panick, and blow up those diplomats, pissing off multiple governments and a clairvoyant lobster-worshipping cult

Partied and fought racist square-dancing vampires in a New Orleans-inspired town's werewolf jazz festival

Handled one crisis after another at an international war summit in a Wild West theme park, from anarchist moth-worshipping cults to a disgraced Thomas Edison expy burning himself and his workers out with psychic weather machines, to stopping the kidnapping of world leaders by a teleporting sniper who was trying to stop some pretty horrible colonialist violence; and narrowly negotiated their way out of being taken in by the secret agents who came to arrest them

Linking their brains and going on a mind journey in search of one-another's forms of happiness to help one of the PCs with her lifelong anhedonia

And now concluding soon, done a stint as radio interns in a Night Vale knockoff town, working to stop a StrexCorp expy from taking over.

This next arc will have the players exploring one of many ancient, destroyed domes like the one the original party came from, sitting on a native reservation in the desert.

(I confess I've had a hard time doing the research on the real life cultures and history this place is inspired by, I'll do my best about the representation but let's just say I'm glad this one will only be experienced by a small group, I may have taken some shortcuts for inspiration.)

#Excitement and Adventure #Excitement and Adventure Spoilers #E&A Spoilers

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gena-rowlands · 1 year

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jean's films of 2023!

(r) = rewatch

Coming Home In The Dark (2021) ★ 06.01

1408 (2007) ★★½ 11.01

Baby Driver (2017) ★★★★½ 11.01

Along Came A Spider (2001) ★★½ 12.01

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022) ★★★★ 12.01

(r) The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2 (2012) ★★ 13.01

The Guard (2011) ★★★½ 13.01

The Menu (2022) ★★★ 14.01

Don’t Look Up (2021) ★½ 15.01

(r) Barbara (2012) ★★★★★ 16.01

The Danish Girl (2015) no rating 17.01

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 17.01

(r) Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (2022) ★★★★ 18.01

(r) Mamma Mia! (2008) ★★★★½ 19.01

My Policeman (2022) ★★½ 20.01

M3GAN (2022) ★★½ 22.01

The Girl on The Train (2016) ★½ 26.01

Empire of Light (2022) ★★★★ 27.01

Phoenix (2014) ★★★★★ 28.01

Videodrome (1983) ★★★★ 28.01

(r) The Favourite (2018) ★★★★★ 29.01

Red Eye (2005) ★★ 29.01

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (2019) ★★★★½ 30.01

Badlands (1973) ★★★ 30.01

The Craft (1996) ★★★ 31.01

The Father (2020) ★★★★½ 02.02

TÁR (2022) ★★★★½ 03.02

(r) Open Season (2006) 03.02

Vivre Sa Vie (1962) ★★★★ 04.02

Rope (1948) ★★★★★ 05.02

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 08.02

(r) Ocean’s Eight (2018) ★★★★ 11.02

Do Revenge (2022) ★★ 12.02

The Wonder (2022) ★★½ 12.02

The Dig (2021) ★★★★★ 12.02

Nightcrawler (2014) ★★★½ 13.02

Valentine (2001) ★★½ 14.02

The Fabelmans (2022) ★★★★½ 17.02

But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) ★★★★½ 22.02

The X Files: Fight The Future (1998) ★★★½ 24.02

Dial M for Murder (1954) ★★★★ 25.02

(r) Paddington 2 (2017) ★★★★★ 25.02

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 26.02

Wild Strawberries (1957) ★★★★★ 01.03

Torso (1973) ★★ 02.03

The Lobster (2015) ★★★½ 03.03

Nimic (2019) ★★★★ 03.03

Disobedience (2017) ★★★★½ 04.03

Mad God (2021) ★★ 04.03

Road To Perdition (2002) ★★★★★ 05.03

The Lovers (2017) ★★½ 05.03

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 06.03

(r) Mamma Mia! (2008) ★★★★½ 07.03

Scream VI (2023) ★★ 12.03

Audition (1999) ★★★★ 19.03

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 19.03

Barbarian (2022) ★★★½ 21.03

Autumn Sonata (1978) ★★★★★ 22.03

Good Luck to You, Leo Grande (2022) ★★★★ 23.03

Tokyo Story (1953) ★★★★ 23.03

A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night (2014) ★★½ 24.03

Winter Light (1963) ★★★★ 24.03

Persona (1966) ★★★★½ 25.03

Best In Show (2000) ★★★★★ 26.03

(r) The Hunger Games (2012) ★★★★ 27.03

(r) The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) ★★★★ 29.03

(r) The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1 ★★½ 31.03

(r) The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 2 ★★★★ 31.03

The Blood of a Poet (1932) no rating 01.04

The Green Mile (1999) ★★★★ 01.04

(r) The Princess Diaries (2001) ★★★★ 03.04

The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement (2004) ★★★ 04.04

(r) Brokeback Mountain (2005) ★★★★½ 04.04

Faces (1968) ★★★★ 05.04

(r) Blue Jasmine (2013) ★★★★ 07.04

The Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976) ★★★½ 08.04

Rebecca (1940) ★★★★½ 09.04

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 09.04

Dead Poets Society (1989) ★★★★ 10.04

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004) ★★★★½ 13.04

Moonrise Kingdom (2012) ★★★½ 14.04

(r) The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004) ★★★★★ 15.04

All About Eve (1950) ★★★★★ 20.04

Bringing Up Baby (1938) ★★½ 21.04

Meshes of the Afternoon (1943) no rating 21.04

Shall We Dance (1937) ★★★½ 22.04

His Girl Friday (1940) ★★★ 28.04

Hour of the Wolf (1968) ★★★★½ 02.05

A Single Man (2009) ★★★★★ 04.05

(r) Carol (2015) ★★★★★ 04.05

Pearl (2022)★★★★ 05.05

X (2022) ★★ 06.05

(r) We Bought A Zoo (2011) ★★★★ 06.05

The Snowman (2017) ½ 06.05

(r) Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991) ★★★★½ 07.05

Enys Men (2022) ★★★ 07.05

After the Rehearsal (1984) ★★★½ 09.05

Rosemary's Baby (1968) ★★★★½ 10.05

(r) But I'm a Cheerleader (1999) ★★★★½ 11.05

When Harry Met Sally... (1989) ★★★★½ 11.05

The Great Gatsby (2013) ★★★ 14.05

(r) All About Eve (1950) ★★★★★ 15.05

Heavenly Creatures (1994) ★★★★ 16.05

The Silence of the Lambs (1991) ★★★★½ 21.05

Legally Blonde (2001) ★★★★ 25.05

Waiting for Guffman (1996) ★★★★ 28.05

Funny Games (1997) ★★★★★ 29.05

#remaking the post because the old one is being weird #don't let me lose this one!!!!!#jeansfilms #there i'll remember that tag

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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I'm really wondering how long she's going to stubbornly hold out.

At some point, I think she knew her game was up, and she'd realized something was off, but figured "oh, I can keep bothering my ex husband" and tried to play petty she-witch

now, she's here, exposed in octopus jibberish land, staring at tartarus on the superbowl, reblogging things she perceives as arguing with me that are simply re-enforcing things I've told her as to why this is happening, she's hearing fursuit gods on my command, reblogging misheard lyrics posts generally to the same songs we'd been using, and is now posting about the soundbar of the soul.

Like the other reblog was her going "oh no so I got it wrong so what", so like, she knows she's fucking wrong, then goes to scour the internet, but because we use the system and now use her for the system, she reblogged the persona-vs-craftname-as-the-same explanation, and so on, but like, she literally can't bring herself to even read her own signs anymore.

She'll just keep staring at the vehement idol of a bird in a cage as her lone original thought the last several days while I have her dreaming of death, be it in fursuits or reaper skins with the Last Beat Of The Soul on its fingertip. After I post the reaper, Philemon, and Color Your Night. Yeah, that's fine, Shealyn, don't think about it, right?

That cage, who her own disassociative roleplay self, Crystal, would have bitchslapped for me. And has, through time. The very symbol of oppression antithetical to the god she wanted to roleplay pretending to serve so she could groom her friends and family and spouse to rape my face as a cult, and nobody knew better, because nobody there knew real crafts to even know, they just went down the vague sensory delusion and disassociation hole.

That's it, that's the lone original thought she's mustered in about 3 days. If she stopped to even look at herself and her own motivations, she'd hate herself worse than she already does. not in the general way she does right now, but in a very exacted one. A sharp one. It's why she won't look. Like deadass, her ten years ago to her now would tell herself she's mutated into a monster.

Yeah, Shealyn. You're doing fine. Keep trying to annoy me. That's working out great for you. How much is you even trying to save your relationship with Mark and your friends with all your lies anymore, and how much is just you wandering around in the dark knowing no other action than to keep clutching on?

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Now I face out, I hold out I reach out to the truth of my life, seeking to seize On the whole moment to now break away Oh God, let me out, can you let me out? Can you set me free from this dark inner world? Save me now, last beat in the soul

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Bark for me again. Order more MegaBeef. Dance, lobster girl, dance in all that lemon butter. There's intense shrimp activity, squidward downsmash krabs, I'm enjoying pushing the buttons and grinding this out before Rebirth. Plankton is attacking the Superbowl, and Usher's in Tartarus. And it's a carnival, and mardis gras, and fools' week, and the Big game. And Christmas. And grandfather is gone, and it's your fault, and what is left will now follow you.

The collective conscious is mining through you at an exponential rate and you just want to cling to your cage. But don't worry, everyone saved your cat from possession.

You are being replaced, and there's now millions of us being generally directed against you towards a goal via adjacent craft and Work put in to make it happen. See how that works? Badumchink.

So like she can fuckin cling and try to be annoying, but she can just Annoying herself right into the void while spinning in denial unable to read the posts she herself is even sending now. You wanted to be me and him so bad, you signed your everything to us, and even as included in this post helpfully reblogged the explanation in everything from closed lodge teachings to generalized witch lingo why I'm able to shove my hand up your ass like a ventriloquist. So now we're here.

Try to annoy me some more, you weak cunt.

Truth serum available worldwide, Shay Shay.

But if you enjoy the collective of the mundi taking a pickaxe to your entire nature to give me the minecraft blocks to rebuild, you do you I guess. Fucking moron.

Thanks for the free post-apotheosis pantheon pass from having to put on this show now. I guess it's not a fucking cult anymore, you just all gotta personally accept it's me you're humping and actually listen to what I'm fucking telling you to do or not do if you claim to follow me, but you have all proven TERRIBLE at that already, so I still don't want you.

And it's so funny because she will still just think of Work in the vague paranormal end, like if she wishes hard enough. Not like my old 8ball connections and friendships activating into Atlanta or anything. Not like my months of setting her up for this. Not like my basically invading WB so thoroughly it's basically a sacrifice to him even as it dies, so he can make use of its motions. Works, it's about literal fucking works, choices, paths, actions. She never collapsed or felled multiple companies, she never voiced the masses, or led riots or charges, or collected great groups. She couldn't be assed.

In fact, she got very jealous when I did those things, hence her involvement with the people that tried to delete my server while working on the pitch and a bunch of other stuff. It took away the attention from her. I literally Could Not Complete My Works with her there, while keeping the fucking princess happy in her delulu realms. I leave for like a year and a half, I finish my literal impossible degree work, and like, that's not coincidence. She was literally the problem. She is literally in the way. That's why she's so backwards about everything about him, because even when he tried to teach her she always went backwards to disappear into channeling and roleplay land.

Like no, Shea. You truly cannot simply Bullshit up a path of Works you've left by which to do your ~magic on this scale, ok? you just can't. Get over it.

That horrible feeling you want to blame me for that you're experiencing. That's regret. Don't disassociate it somewhere else. I haven't opened my negative emotion psych attacks on you yet, so no, those are yours. Don't worry, that's still coming in time, I'm just waiting for an opportune moment. You gave me a LOT to work with sis.

Sadly, as large as the mansion to me up in your head is, some of this shit isn't even mine while still not being yours. I'm truly wondering how much of you has always been sociopathic mimicry. Who's shit IS this? I mean it's mine NOW but who's all this shit you stole and pretended to be.

Yall deadass.

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