#Mr.Softee
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A Mr. Softee truck dropped by! I got a chocolate shake!
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Daddy Cant Save You Now, Princess
Summary- 3.8k Robert (Mr.Softee x Y/N) Robert Pronge is a Hitman for hire, and his target, well it's you. He's supposed to kill you, dispose of the body, earn the payout. But he's got a better idea for you. Written for @jtargaryen18 30 Days of Chris challenge.
Warnings- Triggers, abuse/torture, Non Con, Oral, Male Receiving, Erratic behaviours, launguage, Listen this whole thing is just dark and evil. He wasn't a good person, you will find nothing good in this fic.
The man stood over your body, his foot giving your unconscious body a rather hard nudge against the ribs and nothing. He had knocked you out cold. Robert had no trouble weaseling his way into your apartment. His guise as a repairman worked, you so trusting and innocent opened the door to him. The sweetest smile on your face when he told you that your father sent him to repair the sink. You gave him a funny look as if you knew him before opening the door further to let him in. Silly little cunt.
“Of course, I was just telling Daddy that it kept clogging up.” You would flash that soft pink smile of yours that made his cock twitch, and well fuck if it hadn't been a while. His son's whore of a mother had cut him off a while ago. And he didn't feel like shelling out the cash for a hooker. Especially one he had to 'restrain' himself with. Robert made the decision a couple days ago you wouldn't die. Bodies are always just disappearing all the time, would be easy enough to say you were cut up, disposed of all over the fucking place. Well... Wouldn't Daddy shell out a fortune for his little girl, the course would he give you back? Fuck no. You were his. Till your body was no longer satisfying. Or used up.
“Yes, Daddy sent me.” Robert took on a menacing look, cold, killer, his hands itching to wrap around your sweet bird-like neck to feel how brittle you were. Normally it wasn't his style, but you sweetheart made him feel feral. You made it so easy, a rag from his pocket over your face when he locked you in his hold. Once you collapsed in your arms, he took a dragging breath of your hair, and shuddered while rubbing himself against your ass. You were gonna be fun.
And now you were unconscious, for the time being. Robert got you dragged out, how fucking easy was that? Not really. Thankfully you had a fire escape out the back of your apartment, and with some maneuvering, he backed his Mr.Softee Ice Cream truck up to it. It was good and dark when he brought you down the escape, stuffing you in the back like someone might toss in a rug they were pissed off at. Your body thunked against the metal of the floor of the van, and he paid no mind to it. Minor, oh so minor for what he wanted to inflict on you.
When you were waking up on a cement floor, you groaned. A weird taste in your mouth had you smacking your lips, and your tailbone was sore like you had fallen. “What is going on?” you question yourself, rubbing the back of your head as you twist to a sit. And you come face to face with the man who you let in your apartment, his face was literally inches away, you could have rubbed noses with him. Huge wire rim glasses frame his face, and his heavy hair hung around his face framing it. His breath hot and sour, you yelp and try to pull away, but he grabs a fistful of hair, twisting it viciously to keep you from being able to move. “Well look at the Princess, finally awake. Enjoy your beauty sleep Doll? Cause you look like fucking shit.” He laughed darkly, pulling himself to a stand, and dragging you up to, not very graciously, you swore you lost half your hair, making you cry.
“Who are you? What do you want? Daddy will-"
Robert's other hand popped you in the face, mimicking in a high pitched sweet voice. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Come save me Daddy.” he sneered in a way you could have sworn the man had fangs, so deviously looking at you as you struggled, which did nothing to loosen his hold. “Oh please. Daddy ain't seeing you ever again Princess. So you might as well give that up. You're my little fuck toy now. Should have learned not to let people into your apartment.” He yanked on your head again, sending you sprawling forward onto a dirty mattress in the corner of the room. Your face planted in it, muffling a cry and making you inhale against the unimaginable dirty fabric. It was brown spotted with what you feared to be blood, and you rolled quickly to see him shucking clothes, talking to himself.
“Break her in, yes sir. Ain't had my dick sucked in some time, but right now I want to see what she's got under that skirt of hers. Oh Mr.Softee, you've earned this.” And that's when it clicked, the ice cream truck across the street you visited the other day, standing in line till you got to the window, and out popped the driver's head, long hair resting just over his shoulder and huge sunglasses covering half his face.
“Whaddya want sweet thing?” He grinned, his teeth slightly off yellow, like that of a smoker. It was slightly off-putting, but he seemed nice none the less.
“Do you have any of those rocket pops?” You asked with some excitement, all this well it brought you back to Summers on the beach. Right down to the ice cream truck. The familiar logo on the side of the creemee with a face, arms, and legs. An oddball cartoon character of an ice cream cone.
“Sure we do sweetheart, give me just a second.” And he disappeared, you played with your coins, feeling like it was taking a bit longer then it should, a line forming behind you when he came back to the window, the all familiar red, white, and blue ice looking extra cold, extra tasty on this hot day, licking your lips with expectation as you held up your change to him.
“No no, a pretty thing like you, Nah. My freebie of the day.” He pulled down his sunglasses enough to wink at you, and a shiver ran up your spine as you gave a little wave while leaving. Was that the ice cream or the man that caused that.
Robert smirked as you walked away, crossing the street with a sweet little away to your hips under your flowing skirt, the way you would bring that popsicle up to your lips to suck on the ice. Cursing with an appreciative groan thinking of those pretty pink lips sucking his cock in just the same way, the next person in line spoke up. “Are you giving away free ice cream today Mister?”
Robert immediately snapped his eyes to the kid looking hopeful. “What? Fuck no, what the hell do I look like a charity? If you ain't got money, git outta here brat.”
You blanched hearing him, and look wildly around the room, for any way out. Scrambling across the mattress and pulling yourself to a stand, you bolt to a steel door, grabbing at the meat locker style handle and yanking on it. There's a menacing laugh behind you, followed by snorts as you look over your shoulder to see Robert in just a pair of boxers descending on you. You bolt to the right, looking for windows. Maybe you can crawl out a window, and you balk at the wall when you see, all of them, boarded up except for ones ten plus feet up, letting in the morning light. “Where you going, Princess? My little sweet treat? Awww, you think you get to just say no to me? You get to leave? Your such a stupid little cunt bitch.” His voice taunting. You whipped around to face him, on your toes as you shifted towards another door, one that looked regular. He grinned when he saw your plan.
“Do it, Princess, if you can get out that door, I will let you go.” He winked at her, this was the face of the devil, and you spit at him when he lunged, racing to the door, wrenching it open you fall into a closet-sized bathroom, screaming in fear and frustration when he now really does have you cornered, laughing shrilly as he yanks you out, and stuns you with a blow to the head. Not enough to make you pass out like before, but stunning you enough so when he yanked you into his chest, licking the side of your face like you were an ice cream cone, you didn't try to stop him.
“Oh fucking hell Princess, that was good. GOOD. I love it when you bitches do that. Think I'm fucking stupid or something.” This time your heart is sinking and bile is rising in your stomach making you gag. Robert rolls his eyes as you stumble along. Your mind process all he's saying, what is going on. He's had other victims in here before, other women locked in this room. Where he's god and your nothing. This time you try tearing at his hand. “Let me go! LET ME GO!” Your screaming now as loud as he could, and he whips you around to face him, again your face gets it, hard enough to whip your face back and forth and he pinched your cheek in a hold, snarling at you. “Fucking keep it up, and I'm gonna shove something so far down your throat, your fucking little voice will break, Ya Hear Me? Disrespecting little cunt, probably the pussy won't even be worth this effort.”
Shoving you down, he was just as quickly over the top of you, catching your hands and twisting you till you were on your stomach, screaming and calling him every name you could think of in the book. It wasn't many, you were proper good girl cause your daddy expected it, and Robert, will he found that fucking stupidly cute. His cute little dumb Princess. “Please! Daddy will pay anything you ask for, just give me back to him!”
Robert leaned over you, your hands pinned at your back, and his knee shoved hard between your thighs to rub against your core. It hurt how hard he was pressing against you, crashing down on your back so dragging in the air was damn near impossible, pushing your face back into the mattress, he gave a fucking little giggle of delight, you shuddering when his hair dragged across your face you twisted to the side so you could breathe. “Daddy is gonna pay my employer. Everything he asks for, cause he's already got the news.” He ripped your panties off and hiked that skirt up over your ass. Robert pinched it with his free hand, making you arch to get away, but he yanked your hips back up for his access. “His little princess pride and joy is Dead. Killed and disposed of, never to be seen again. Gotta protect your sisters, right? Oh, he's coming up with the money right now to keep your other little snot-nosed brat siblings safe. Your fucking dad has more kids then fucking brain cells.”
Tears fell, and fell and fell as he fucked you right there on that dirty mattress, taunting you the whole time, whipping you around, covering you in bruises and bite marks. They fell when he rolled away, satisfied he 'broke in his new toy' as he called you, and they fell as he got his coat and left you all alone with nothing more than a sore body, dirty mattress, and a single chair table set. This was now your life, your entire existence.
The time he left you alone, you searched the entire room high and low. Trying to pry the boards off the windows that were close to the ground, but when you chipped away at one, heavy bars were blocking anyway out, and you looked, nothing but a desolate lot facing some train tracks. Which you studied for hours. Not a soul passed through, not a train whizzed by. You pulled back and looked around the room again, to find nothing but the giant steel door. Your only way to escape. You stomp over to it, and wrench on the handle, yank and tear at it till your nails are bloodied stubs of what they used to be. Your feet try kicking at it in frustration, crying out when your toes smash against it, and you fall in front of it, sobbing.
A couple of days later he returns, a paper bag in his hand. He whistles as he comes in, shoving the door to lock behind him and looks at you sitting on the corner of the mattress, staring off at nothing, then snapping back at him. “You came back... I didn't think you would.” He snorted as if you were being ridiculous and rolled his eyes with an exaggeration. “Fucking drama queen much Princess? Course I'm coming back. Fucking stupid as you look.” He set the bag down, and you didn't dare move, dare approach him. He yanks out some bags of gas station chips, beef jerky, snack cakes, and a few bottles of water, dumping them on the table. As well as a bottle of soap. “I expect you to stay clean" He tossed the bottle at you that bounced on the mattress. “I ain't fucking no dirty whore. Did that enough with my son's mother.”
He chortles as if amused and you kick the bottle away from you. “Fuck you.” That made him snap ramrod straight, peering over his glasses at you. “What. Did. You. Just. Say?”
“You heard me perfectly clear, Fuck off you fucking dick.”
“Oh your gonna wish you ain't never said that.” and before you could even try to get away, he straddled you onto the mattress, shoving your hands under his knees, he rolled forward to put all his weight into your wrists, making you cry out and screaming even louder. “I told you before, I like my bitches loud. Keep screaming, gives me a fucking hard on.” And he was right, staring you right in your face was a tent in his uniformed pants. wrenching your mouth to open with the use of pressure against your jaw, and using his teeth, he pried the bottle top off.
“Think you can talk with a filthy mouth princess? Gotta clean out all that shit you be spewing with soap.” And he tipped that bottle, squeezing the blue soap to fall into your mouth, slipping to the back of your throat, and tossing the bottle aside, he used the heel of his hand to snap your jaw shut and covered your mouth and nose. “SWALLOW IT!” You start gagging underneath him, tears brimming and falling, heaving as if you were going to puke. Last second he released you, and you rolled spitting up the blue bubbles soap, already starting to get activated.
Of course that wasn't the end of it, he taught you all sorts of things he enjoyed that night. Making you choke on his cock, making you gag and lungs burn like they couldn't breathe, waiting until you were starting to turn red and fought to pull off him to take that breath of air. “You ain't never sucked cock before? all bitches need to know how to handle dick in the mouth.” He shoved you back on him, and you were praying he would finish soon. Tearing you apart from the inside out, leaving you broken again.
After he's sitting on the edge of the mattress, yanking on his pants and grunting as he got up, twisting to look at his back “aww shit, Princess you did mark me fucking up. Just blame it on a whore when the wife asks. Not that she fucking cares.” You try to move, but it just hurts, all of you hurts. He leans down and pops his hand against your cheek and you open your mouth to protest, him grasping your chin to keep your mouth open for a lewd kiss. “Mmmhh, you taste all squeaky clean. Too bad we know your not. See you soon Princess, foods on the table. Better make it last, might be a few days.”
And with that he left, your second time with Robert was just as horrifying as the first. After several hours you nibbled on the cakes and sipped on the bottle of water, grimacing whenever you felt the soap taste in your mouth. You could feel yourself breaking just a bit more with each second passing. You tried to convince yourself that your Dad would save you, he just had to. But you knew deep down he would just take you as a lost cause. He still had your other siblings to worry about.
Your life became routine. He would come for a night or a day, fuck you in all brutal manners, some times afterward he would shove you away from him when he was done, usually along the lines of “Get off me you filthy cunt. Don't you ever clean yourself up? Not even worth the effort fucking you good and proper anymore.” Other times he would have you lay your head on his chest, and he would be... kind and gentle. Talk about his latest hit with his partner Richard. It would make you grimace in horror how he described the use of the poisons when they would freeze the bodies, packing the ice cream he would sell to innocent little kids and there stupid dumb ass parents. Bodies kept the cones more solid he claimed. How you envied those people. They got to have a painless existence with him. Nothing more then shells gone from this world.
You hated them more then you should, and you always felt guilty for it.
The only other constant thing was the gas station food. You would give anything for a piece of fruit, a sandwich, anything that was real. Not beef jerky, and chips. He even limited the bottles of water when he caught you drinking the dirty tap out of desperation. That day when he was shoving shit on the table, he seemed to be fine, even pulling out a hair clipping kit and yanking the chair out to sit down. “Get over here, you any good with cutting hair? I need it shaved off, fucking all gone.” He plopped in the chair. “Come on Y/N, ain't got all fucking day.” Maybe, just maybe if you are good, you can ask him for a favor. You put on your sweetest smile, the one you knew he liked and approached him. Looking down in his lap, was a cocked pistol. He caught you looking at him. “You know, in case you decide to do some stupid shit.”
You sheer off his matted hair, trim it up best you could with what he gave you, and underneath it all, there was not a bad looking man. You were taken aback at feeling that way looking at him, but you were. His hand came up to brush through the bristles, and yanked you in his lap, grinding you against his erect cock. “Good Girl Princess, look at you finally learning to not be a little brat and be good for once.”
“Really Robert?” You bite your lip, and you see his eyes flashing at you, his hand hiking up your skirt and rubbing at your bare pussy, working to make you slick for him. It was distracting, but you wouldn't forget, couldn't forget, and he claimed you were a good girl after all. “would I fucking say it if I didn't mean it? Why do you say this stupid shit?”
He kept fingering you, so far gentlest he's ever treated you and you contemplated waiting, but he was smart and sensed your hesitation. “You should probably just tell me, what the hell is it?” He twisted his wrist and hit that spot he once in a while would have you falling apart for him. “Oh...I... wondered if maybe, you could...” You panted and fisted your hands in his shirt. “would bring me an apple?”
“Your kidding, you want a God damn apple?” Robert's lips curled up, and you knew you made a mistake. He wrenched his fingers out of you and shoved you off his lap to the floor, wincing as you tried to get away from his boots. He managed to plant one, right on your ass to send you skittering across the floor. “I work my ass off to keep you taken cared of up here, your daddy has given up on you. And you aren’t even fucking grateful! I bring you food and company.” He ripping into the bags, and you're crawling across the floor, clutching at his leg. “Please! No, I'm sorry Robert! I appreciate it, all of it!”
“Too late, if I wasn't too tired I would do worst.” He spitting in everything, smooshing it all together and breaking it. “You can eat the soggy crumbs, remember who gives them to you when you eat my spit, Princess. All a cunt bitch like you deserves. Get on the mattress, face down ass up. All your fucking good for.”
At this point you don't have any fight left in you, you do as he tells you, and as he's pounding you from behind, hand fisted in your hair to keep your head tipped back so he could lean over easier and spat in your face, he's having you tell him 'Thank you' over and over, how bad you were, how worthless you were, how loving and kind he was. He jizzed all over your back when he was finished. “Think about what you are worth to me Princess, cause one of these days I might not come back.”
You just stare at him while laying on your side, watching him dress, nodding to him. “Yes Robert, I understand.”
“Do you? Do you fucking understand?” He leaned over and spit in your face one last time to drive his point home before he grabbed his jacket. “Cause I don't have time for you to be a cunty bitch all the damn time. Somedays I'm tired. Tired of the attitude Princess.” He strides towards the door. “See you in a couple of days. If I feel like it.”
A couple of days passed and you don't see him. You figure he must still be mad at you, and punishing you in another sick twisted way. More days pass and madness starts to set in. Another fear, was he serious this time? You pass your days prying off the wooden boards, praying someone will pass, but no one ever does. This is a warehouse, no one comes to look at warehouses, they are the eyesores of the city.
More days pass, your food is gone, your resulting in drinking as much water as possible to keep your hunger pains from making you feel sicker than you already do. Panic, cold and sharp has started to set in. His thread rattling in your brain. Think about what you're worth to me Princess, cause of these days I might not come back. Had you pushed him that far? You cried while banging on that door, listening, praying someone would hear you. And each day there was nothing but silence.
How much longer could you last?
#Iceman#Mr.Softee#Non con#violence#Trigger Warnings#Dark Character#Chris Evans#amber writes#sweater writes#30daysofchris2020
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My friends and I all agreed that the Piragua Guy/Mr.Softee scene in the ITH opening number had the weirdest vibes. Like “exes-who-ended-on-bad-terms-but-still-occasionally-have-hate-sex” vibes. I don’t know how they managed to get that across in all of 30 sec but
#lin manuel miranda#christopher jackson#chris jackson#in the heights#ith movie#in the heights movie#it's oddly specific but true#did anyone else feel that too?#or are we just crazy?
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You’re telling me that Chris Jackson is playing Mr. Softee and Lin Manuel Miranda is playing Piragua guy!
I am calling it right now, there is gonna be Mr.Softee\Piragua guy fanfiction on AO3 when this film comes out.
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In the heights
Haha pun
Let's start with the boys
Sonny 4'11. So for some reason I couldn't find Robin de Jesús's height online so I'll have to guesstimate it. At first I thought maybe 4'7 but then I thought that was too mean. Sonny is a short king. I imagine that when usnavi and sonny hug usnavi naturally puts his head on Sunny's hair because of the height difference. Him being 4'11 results and Pete bending down to kiss him, getting thrown over somebody's shoulder when he's mad or just won't quit, being carried bridal style, Pete picking him up to kiss him, piggyback rides, and SPIN KISSES. Pete will grab him then spin him and then pin him against the wall and kiss him. It's adorable. If Sonny goes on his tippy-toes he still not as tall as Pete. Even when he JUMPS he still not quite there. He understands all of the short people struggles. Would wear heels just to feel taller.
Usnavi 5'2. Irl Lin is 5'9 but that's too tall for usnavi. He is short but not as short as sonny. Hispanic men are just short I don't get to make the rules. His size is probably why People get along with him easily. He's nice and he's small so he's not threatening on the surface. Vanessa and Benny both feel the need to protect him but they protect him in different ways. Vanessa makes sure nobody's trying to pull a stunt on him. Benny emotionally (and physically?) protects him. For example:
Vanessa and usnavi have to walk through a dark ally. Vanessa grabs his hand and picks up her pace so here heels make noise basically telling anybody nearby to "not fuck with them." "Come on Usnavi, keep up with me. We don't need to be here any longer than we have to." But she's also brave about it. "I'd like to see someone try to pull something." Usnavi thinks she's joking and just saying it to lighten up the mood, which it does, but she's not. She's dead serious. She'd take on anybody without hesitation if they dared touch her or Navi. Same situation but with benny. Benny really doesn't want to walk down the dark alley. He knows It can be dangerous. But alas, they have to. Before even thinking about stepping into the alley, he stares into the darkness for a long time trying to see if anybody was there. He whip's out a flashlight if he has one. "Stay behind me." He would say and walk in front of his Navi whilst also putting a hand on his chest to make sure he's still there. He would basically be a human shield and ready to protect him at any moment. He's very cautious and walks very slowly and analyzes anything. Whether it's water dripping from a nearby gutter or a cat making a small noise, he's alert.
Usnavi doesn't get why they at feel the need to protect him but Benny is like "he's a smol bean and if I have to die for him then so be it." Usnavi likes being on his tippy-toes. It makes him feel taller even though he knows he's not taller. He's a short dude.
Piragua guy 5'3.5. in my head piragua guy is taller than Navi but then I was thinking about it and I was like "should they be the same?" So I made him a lil taller than smol boi Navi. Like I said, Hispanic men are short. (But for the part not that short. But I said short representation) but nobody's worried about him like how they are about Navi. Why? Because He's a grown ass man and if he sees you looking at mr.softee he'll wait for you to go to bed and slit your throat.
GP 5'6. wow I never call him GP. I always call him Pete but most people call him GP or graffiti Pete. I imagine he's average male height but considering that the rest of the guys in the barrio are short, he tall. But the attractive kind of tall nothing extreme. The sexy kind of tall is how sonny puts it. Idk I could see him being taller like 5'6.5 or at max 5'7. He's tall but it doesn't stick out. Like while Usnavi is yelling at Pete to "stay away from his cuz." He doesn't even realize that Pete is taller than him. Like obviously Pete's taller than Navi it just doesn't feel like that. He low key tall. you know those people who are tall and when you're around them they're just like "woah there buddy." or "they're are literally towering over me." and they just make you feel really short? that's not Pete. Even though he is towering you and you are really short. He subtle and to him being tall is not a big deal. He's very chill about it and he's looking like "whatever." he thinks that arguing who's taller is stupid because why would you argue over something that you had no control over?
Kevin Rosario 5'8. He's on the taller side. That's probably why he's one of the most intimidating people in the barrio. Also just cuz he's a stickler and doesn't like Benny and Benny is the most chill person in the world. If he doesn't like benny, what makes you think he'll like you?
Benny 6'2. Benny in my mind is the tallest person in the barrio. I I think it just adds so much more to his character and makes him better. I feel like as kids (and even to this day) the people in the barrio would kind of pick on each other about how short they were or argue about who's taller and then Benny walks up and everybody shuts up because he's tallest of them all. It just adds more to his chillness and the fact that he's a himbo. I could just imagine everybody's smiling and laughing with Benny and dancing and overall having a great time. Whenever Sonny gets really riled up he'll just pick him up and sonny will squirm and try to get out of his arms but he can't move no matter how hard he tries. And benny doesn't even bat an eye. Unsavi will stand on Benny's feet sometimes and look up at him with a smile on his face and he can't help but smile back. Benny just loves to hold people. whether it's because they're crying or because they're asleep, whatever. he just loves the feeling of another breathing and living thing in his arms. He's going to love having kids. Just imagine the height difference between lin and C Jack.
I'm going to do the girls in a separate post because this one was really long.
#in the heights#ith#graffiti pete#graffiti pete x sonny#headcanon#pete#pete x sonny#sonny de la vega#sonny x graffiti pete#bensnavi???#benny#usnavi ith#usnavi in the heights#usnavi de la vega#kevin rosario#GP#piragua guy#tall#short#height
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In the Heights Au
In the Heights but with MYCT’s from Dream SMP (PLEASE NOTE: I don’t watch streams much, and my main source of reference are those fan animations and the wiki page, so please notify me if any CC’s are uncomfortable with being put into subjects like Shipping, same sex relationships, and other things, I’ll find a replacement for them in the au.) I’m not completely done, there’s some gaping characters note given a role yet so feel free to suggest.
Usnavi - Sapnap
He seems like one to rap and whilst still being like a softy, I don’t know but hi relationship with Dream’s seems to fit with Usnavi and Benni so I’m going with it.
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Vanessa - (Empty Slot)
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Benni - Dream
The lines in the first ever song of the musical “I’m the number one earner, the fastest learner,” seems to fit Dream well. Benni’s whole attitude of keep on moving whilst being persistent seems to also fit.
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Nina - Technoblade
He seems to be the one to make it to university (especially Stanford like holy shit that’s apparently a good school) he also seems to be a person who would be great stress, though in “Everything I Know” Nina mourns Abuela(this au it’s Bad) so I don’t know how that would work with the MCYT roles but hopefully no big problems.
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Sonny - (Empty Slot?)
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Abuela Claudia - BadBoyHalo (Yes I made him be the role of the old woman sure me)
He just me think of that nice grandpa that’s nice to everyone which is basically what Abuela is in In the Heights. He seems to have a good relationship with others in the DSMP(when not egg infected) and i remember seeing “DadBoyHalo” floating around so this role of Abuela Claudia seems to be good.
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Grafitti Pete - (Empty Slot)
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Mr. Rosario - Philza
He seems to favor Technoblade in the DSMP lore, and that is fitting for Mr. Rosario (who is Nina’s father) also in Inutil there’s the line “I’m going farther, I’m getting on a plane, and I’m going to change the world someday,” and a lot of fanarts/works that I see of Philza include him with Wings, this just seems fitting with plane = flying and wings = flying.
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Mrs. Rosario - Philza’s Wife? (He does have a wife right?)
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Daniela - Wilbur Soot
Carla - Slimesickle
They’ve both got that attitude, though I don’t have anyone right now for Vanessa to complete the Hair Saloon trio, Wilbur seems to be one who would definitely tell others of gossip of cheating, and Slimesickle might go along with it.
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Piragua Guy & Mr.Softee - Ranboo & Fundy (they have an icecream store on the SMP right?)
That’s what I think is all of it. It just plays out like the musical except for slight changes due to it being MCYT’s but I think it’ll work out fine.
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It’s 7:30 and l getting ice cream from the mr.softee truck
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Watch "Maiden Video Voyage (1/5) Mr.Softee -Kid Creole & The Coconuts" on YouTube
Watch “Maiden Video Voyage (1/5) Mr.Softee -Kid Creole & The Coconuts” on YouTube
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1964 Vampire iron on . It was a free give away for Mr.Softee ice cream.
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Now this is a familiar tune to my ears...Mr.Softee Ice Cream truck. I remember as a child we would enjoy ice cream cones in the summer. I didn't get any tonight, but trust and believe tomorrow night it is on and pop'n. Ice cream cone dipped in sprinkles. #mrsofteeicecream #mrsoftee🍦 #childhoodinnewyork (at Queens, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDSXre0hAS-/?igshid=172ya3xxynoli
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East Harlem Thank you for coming out and having a blast with 23rd Precinct and your Community Council. Thank you to all the elected that came out Diana Ayala,Gale Brewer , Robert J. Rodriguez, Brian Benjamin , DA Cy Vance Nina Makeba Saxon representing our Comptroller Scott, CB11 and all of our District Leaders. I thank our Police Commissioner James O'Neill I totally support your leadership and the work you are doing. I thank My Pastor Bishop Joseph Harris Sr and My First Lady Jane Harris for being there with our church and members. To all of our Donors Mount Sanai ,Martina Garcia Fine Fair, McDonalds, Mr.Softee truck gave free Ice cream, white Castle, La Mega and so many others. Thank you to Chef Jose Diego Rivera Santiago your team is always great. To all the organizations who represented and My 25 fellow President/sis Oaklyn Jacksonand Council great Job and congratulations on your event. My 23rd Precinct Officers great job yesterday BRAVO The Community applauds you. To My Community Council exec board(Joshua Jay Mercado) and members thank you for all your hard work. To the 2 hardest Community Affiars Officers in NYPD Detective Miguel Murphy and Officer Peter Gibbons you guys are amazing THANK You is not enough for all you do. To Our Commanding Officer Deputy Inspector Joseph Seminara thank you for the amazing work you do it shows trough out the entire precinct, neighborhood and city. You are a true leader that has compassion for our Community. I say this hesitantly but your career will flourish to higher heights. God Bless us all. UNTIL NEXT YEAR EL BARRIO FUERTO!!!! (at NYPD 23rd Precinct) https://www.instagram.com/p/B03mtUrHAEA/?igshid=sj79vfhzrzv1
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not gonna lie, writing Mr.Softee basically is the most messed up twisted thing Ive ever written and I'm the softest fluffiest damn bitch you would ever met. o.o
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*mounds, piragua, softee, and underworld are sitting at a table*
Mounds: Mr. Softee, recently with many of the local Ice-cream shops have changed their small [cone] size option to a whopping-
Piragua: *pulls out a cone about the size of a 711 soda cup*
Mounds: 64 ounces.
Softee: That's correct! And it's great for the consumer!
Softee: More bang for the buck! Are we putting bargains on trial here?
Piragua: How could any sane person call that "small"?
Softee: Well if the customer truly wanted a smaller size, then there is an option.
Piragua: Oh! Do you mean,
Piragua: *pulls out a tiny cone about the size of a shot glass*
Piragua: this little swallow? Does anybody buy that?
Softee: Some girls buy it for their dollhouses, but there not very popular.
Softee: I mean, for only a nickle more you get 64 ounces!
Mounds: Well, uh, you just came out with a new
Piragua: *pulls out an adult human head size cone*
Mounds: 128 ounce option. Most people call it a gallon, but you call it a regular!
Softee: *nods in approval*
Mounds: Then there is a horrifying
Piragua: *pulls out a toddler size cone*
Mounds: 510 ounce version, that you call
Mounds: "Child size".
Mounds: How is this a child size cone!?
Softee: Well, it's roughly the size of a two year-old child,
Softee: If the child were liquefied.
Softee: It's a real bargain, at $1.59.
Mounds: I'm sorry, Mr.Softee, but why-
Mounds: *puts the cone on her head*
Mounds: would anybody need this much ice cream!?
Softee: It's not my place to speak for the consumer!
Softee: But everyone should buy it.
Mounds: *puts her hand on her head and groans*
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Favourite iron man movies scenes?
i thought about this for like four hours
tony sitting down in the press conference and eating a cheese burger because what a way to deal with things
tony falling to his knees when he gets rescued, that look of relief on his face captured in the span of like 0.7 seconds
the fucking donut scene in im2 because that whole entire thing is fucking iconic, like what a role model, what an inspiration on how to avoid dealing with my own problems
probably anything in iron man 2, just the hair, the face, the Daddy Issues™, the I’m going to die but let me not tell anyone aesthetic
literally the look on tony’s face when howard says “ what is and always will be my greatest creation is you.”
that petty ass moment when tony grabs the replica of steve’s shield and uses it to prop shit up in his workshop because steve hasn’t even been introduced in the mcu yet and like,,,,what a great set up,,
tony’s face in the avengers when he’s about to die and he’s calling pepper and he has that fucking nuke on his back and like the fucking red glow lighting on his face and like his deep breaths and the slow blink of his eyes and how they’re just a little bit glassy but not enough for there to be any real tears,,,,just tony being Down to Die™ because steve bet him he would never be DTD and tony just had to do something about that,,,but also because if im1 and 2 weren’t enough to show you the self sacrificing bastard that tony was always meant to me then this scene seals the deal, tony’s life means nothing to him if it means everyone else is safe
the entirety of im3, the anxiety, especially the scene where it’s so bad he runs outside of that knock off TGIFridays into his suit and rhodey comes rushing to his side and like tony is 100% that he does not have anxiety or ptsd but all of his nightmares are about fucking dying in that god damn wormhole but he’s fine, everything’s fine,,,,there’s just literally about to be a building on fire
tony being like i don’t need a suit and dead ass breaking into that mansion and single handedly taking everyone out with a hoodie and some sunglasses on like w h a t who needs super powers??? don’t worry tony’s got this
the look on tony’s face in AoU where wanda has him live out his nightmare of the team dying and steve blaming him and his hand reaches down slow and touches steve’s chest gently the same way that steve touched his when steve thought he was dead after the invasion,,,its fine that scene means nothing to me actually
every single look of pain on tony’s face in ca:cw, years of hurt and heartache rolled up into a glorious two hours and twenty seven minutes of my whole entire life has been fucked up and all of the people that i love and want to protect just basically said “lmao soooo we wont bother to take time to understand you and we’ll just say you care about your suits too much, k bye”
“don’t bullshit me rogers!” YIKES but yes, thank you
that scene in ca:cw where steve looks back at tony in a “you agree with this?” kind of thing and tony cant even look him in the face and looks down,,,just iconic,,,oscar worthy
UMMMMM most importantly the speech at MIT and the whole barf flashback in the mr.softee shirt because the most accurate description of my son
#tony stark#iron man#i didn't even list everything#i should have#let me just give a detailed description of each scene in all of the movies#a play by play if you will#and my commentary#eobardwellscavanagh
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