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aberooski · 3 months

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Picture it:

Some years after graduation in their mid twenties, Chazz and Atticus get engaged.

Chazz, as much as he's thought about it, is far too awkward with feelings and emotions even still to manage a proposal. Or rather, Chazz tries to propose, but after shuddering and bumbling through dinner like a fool, Atticus laughs and takes over, reciting precisely what Chazz was going to say back to him and answering him happily that he will absolutely marry him! No questions asked!

Everyone is overjoyed for them, it's a whole thing! Alexis gives Chazz her blessing to marry her brother but totally gives him the "if you hurt my big brother, I will hunt you down. And kick your ass." talk, but she's happier fort them than anyone, after all, she's already thought of Chazz as her second brother for a long time and now it's going to he a reality!

They have a moderately sized wedding, not overwhelmingly large, but not exactly small either. All of their friends plus the entire Rhodes family are in attendance. The Princetons aren't as, well, cool as the Rhodes' plus neither Chazz nor Atticus wanted his abusers there, so they weren’t invited.

The ceremony is beautiful, so moving, many tears from the gallery and the wedding party, including the officiant, Crowler who got ordained online specifically for them

The reception is very classy of course! A beautiful ballroom overlooking the sea. Food and champagne, everybody's having a marvelous and merry time! There's toasts, speeches, and the couple shares their first dance. But sometime later in the night, they sneak off to an outside rooftop terrace kinda space just off the main ballroom to share a private moment with a few words and two glasses of champagne.

As they sip their drinks and marvel at the sight of the moon and stars reflecting on the sea, they hear music from inside, one of Atticus's favorite songs. And under the moonlight, they dance to Beyond The Sea.

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sannyo-appreciation-posts · 2 months

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Sannyo discovers WWE

More specifically, the outfits

#sannyo komakusa #touhou project #lotus eaters #WWE #wrestling #cute #Sannyo news #Cody Rhodes #roman reigns #dwayne johnson #This mental picture is hilarious to me #I thought it would be funny if Kakashi Spirit News offered information completely useless to Sannyo #And since Hatate has a computer. I could pick absolutely anything and it would still be at least half plausible

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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Found Family (2/?)

Hey, so I genuinely expected zero reaction to the first part (because the nysm fandom has cooled down a lot since the second movie came out) but it was great to see people reacting to it! (Even if it was just 2 likes 😅)

Anyway, here’s the next part! To those few of you reading, enjoy 😉.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just you sharing a pizza with Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

The six of you spent the next hour going over the plans and working out the minor details. You and Lula were to make your debut with the Horsemen on the stage at the launch in three weeks’ time. With less than a month to prepare, you were to work with the other three Horsemen on a set for the performance.

Having been a duo for your whole magic career, Dylan suggested you and Lula split up for this first performance and do your acts with Atlas and Merritt respectively. It made sense, considering you were an escape artist, just like Atlas’s last partner had been. Henley.

When he heard what your specialised area of magic was, Atlas looked at you with an unreadable expression. It was a little unsettling and you got the impression you had let him down in some way.

“Okay, let’s wrap it up for today,” Dylan said, rolling up the blueprints.

With a sigh you realised you and Lula still had to catch the subway home.

“Yeah, we have to go now, Lula, if we’re going to get home before midnight,” you said, pulling your leather jacket on.

“Actually, ladies,” Dylan added, making you pause your search for your keys, “It might be easier if you both lived a little closer so we can all stick together. I have an extra room in this apartment for one of you and Danny has another in his.”

“Oh, I call crashing here!” Lula said, flopping onto the couch and giving you what she probably thought was an inconspicuous wink, “I looked around earlier, this place is nuts.”

“I guess that leaves Y/n with me,” Atlas said, catching your eye.

You gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

“Jack, you don’t live too far from here, do you?” Lula was asking.

“And that is my cue to leave,” you said quickly, grabbing your phone and making your way to the stairs.

“Yeah, me too,” Atlas said, following after you.

Once outside, you suddenly realised you were going to be spending a lot of time alone with Atlas if you were living with him. It was a jarring thought. You also realised — as he climbed onto his motorbike — that you had taken the subway here.

“Um, any chance Dylan has another one of those lying around here somewhere?” you asked, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets.

His quirked his brows, an amused smile playing around his mouth, “Nope. You’re riding with me. Here.”

He extended an extra helmet to you and you took it, quickly placing it on your head and hopping on behind Atlas.

“Hold on,” he said.

Settling your resolve, you held onto his waist.

Unfortunately, you had never ridden as a passenger before, so the minute he pulled away, you panicked and wrapped your arms around him for dear life.

“Jesus, I wish I was driving,” you muttered, making him chuckle.

Luckily the drive took only ten minutes, and before you knew it you were stopping in a garage underneath an apartment building.

“I’ll ask Dylan to uh… acquire another bike for you,” Atlas said as you climbed off and began unbuckling the helmet.

“Acquire…?” You asked, frowning slightly at his strange word choice.

“Uh, yeah, because he doesn’t buy them.”

Your eyes widened, staring down at the bike you were just on.

“Don’t worry,” he added, “Only from big multinational companies who’s profits are barely affected.”

“Well, okay then,” you said, feeling a little surreal.

You followed Atlas to the stairs and the two of you climbed them to the third floor.

The apartment was actually quite nice. There was a couch and a television on one side and a good sized kitchen on the other with a corridor branching off in the middle. You guessed that that was where the bathroom and bedrooms were. You suddenly realised you didn’t have your night clothes with you. Or any of your stuff for that matter.

“Um, I don’t have any clothes or toiletries,” you said softly, feeling a little awkward standing there as Atlas moved about the apartment.

“Actually, you do,” he said, opening the fridge, “Dylan moved all your stuff here. It’s in your room. First door on the right, by the way.”

You were shocked. Not because Dylan had somehow managed to move all your stuff here, but because of your lack of shock that he had. Barely twenty-four hours into being a Horseman and you were already getting accustomed to the abnormality.

“Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, walking down the hall and opening the door he’d instructed.

Sure enough, a suitcase full of clothes sat on the bed, and two boxes full of books lay on the floor. There was a large window with the curtains drawn and an empty bookshelf against the wall.

All in all, it was probably the best room you’d ever had.

Changing into your tracksuit pants and a spaghetti strap top, you walked back into the main space.

“Did I hear the doorbell?” You asked, padding into the kitchen where Atlas was typing away on his laptop, his eyes focused intently on the screen.

“Uh, yes. I ordered pizza. Got a Hawaiian and a ham and mushroom. I’ll eat either, so take your pick,” he replied, jerking his head at the coffee table where there were indeed two pizza boxes. Your stomach growled in response to the idea of food.

With a grateful smile, you gathered your confidence and said, “You know, since we’re gonna be living together, we should take this brief period of respite to get to know each other.”

His hands froze on the keyboard and he slowly retracted them from the laptop, turning in his chair to face you, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

You shook your head and leaned against the armrest furthest from him, gesturing for him to sit down opposite you, “Come on, Atlas. Don’t leave me hanging.”

He sighed, but it seemed less frustrated and more playful. You grinned as he got up only to plop down next to you. Leaning forward, you grabbed a pizza.

“I’ll eat half of this one, and you eat half of the other, then we’ll swap? Deal?”

He nodded, grabbing the other box.

You grabbed a slice of ham and mushroom and hummed happily at the familiar flavour.

“Okay, I’m just going to get this out of the way quickly so we can clear the air,” you said eventually, tucking your legs underneath your body and avoiding his gaze, “I’m sorry my sister broke into your apartment. I know you and the others aren’t exactly overjoyed to have new teammates, but I promise we’re not just run-of-the-mill, amateur-“

“Oh no,” Atlas interjected, a slice of Hawaiian balanced precariously in one hand, “believe me, you I don’t have a problem with. You seem sensible and probably a necessary addition to the group considering the maturity level you already witnessed today. Plus, you’re an escape artist and our old one left a while back.”

Your expression softened, “Yeah, Henley, right? You guys were together?”

He nodded, “Uh, yeah, but that’s irrelevant. My point is, you I don’t mind. Your sister on the other hand…”

You laughed softly, glad to see the tension seep from the room, “Lula… she’s my older sister, but I’m the one who looks after her. She’s always been unpredictable and a little erratic, but once you get to know her you’ll see there isn’t a more loyal friend you could have. She’s the reason I got into magic, actually.”

Atlas quirked his brow, tilting his head in silent query.

“When we were kids, Lula was obsessed with Lionel Shrike,” you began, aware of his eyes fixated on your face, “She would read every book on magic she could find just to see if there was any information about his tricks in there. She idolised him. I was 7 and she was 9, and while she was gushing over his card in the tree trick, I was frightened by his failed safe. I knew one day Lula was likely to out herself in a similar situation, and unless I learnt how to break her out of anything, I would lose her.”

“That’s a lot of responsibility for a seven-year-old to take on,” Atlas murmured.

You shrugged, fiddling with your charm bracelet, “As I said, she’s the oldest, but I protect her. I always have. Anyway, from then on I began teaching myself magic tricks. While Lula taught me card work and illusions, I took it upon myself to learn the art of escaping. Trucker’s hitch, Bowline, Clove Hitch, you name it, I learnt how to escape from it.”

“So you became an escape artist to save your sister if she ever tried something stupid,” Atlas summed up and you nodded, “But you do like magic right?”

“Oh of course! Somewhere down the line I obviously realised I had found a passion in magic, but that didn’t divert my attention from my main goal,” you said.

“Is that why you decided to join the Horsemen?”

You gave him a bemused smile, “This is a lot of questions from someone who seemed content to sit in awkward silence ten minutes ago.”

He huffed a laugh, “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be uh, standoffish. At least, that’s what others tell me.”

“I get it,” you mused, “I’m the kind of person who enjoys her own company more than other people’s.”

“It’s just easier, right?” He agreed, “You can’t control social situations. It’s like jumping straight in the deep end every time you enter a conversation.”

“Merritt was wrong, you definitely don’t have control issues,” you stated, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

He nodded, “Yep, I stepped right into that one.”

You laughed softly, chewing and swallowing another bite of pizza, “Jokes aside though, I do get it. We might have more in common than we thought, Atlas.”

“You can call me Danny,” he said, “Atlas sounds far too much like Dylan or Merritt. If we’re going to he living together we might as well be on a first name basis.”

“Good point… Danny. In that case just call me Y/n.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n,” he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face.

“Likewise, Danny,” you replied, grinning. Then, reaching for the deck of playing cards lying on the far side of the coffee table, you shuffled around with them before spreading them out upside down and instructing, “Alright, pick a card, any card.”

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rippinsinners · 1 year

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Location: Reed's Childhood Trailer Home

Closed: @buryeden

The door to his mother's bedroom had remained shut since the moment he had arrived back in his hometown. Reed had avoided the trailer all together in an attempt to circumvent any of the terrible feelings that would inevitably arise. He dealt with her funeral which was nothing more than him and a few friends sharing a drink, her end of life will and everything else. Yet, Reed couldn't get the nerve to go into her room and clean it out of her things. A lonely night drove him to stare down the bottle of whiskey and pop a few benzos he found lying around the trailer to calm his nerves.

Even after all of this, he still couldn't will himself to open that shut door that he avoided so much. The pills made him feel heavy, unable to lift himself off the dingy carpet he had known so well. Even if everything was still the same in his home since he left, it all felt foreign. Reed felt like a trespasser in his own life and he didn't belong here.

Fingers pulled at the fabric below him, trying to find something to hold onto to desperately, but he seemed to fail, just like he failed to save his mother. Rhodes told him this would happen, but selfishly he left without a single care and now had to deal with the fall out. Grasping the bottle of the amber liquid, he damned the cup all together, sipping straight from the source.

In an attempt to do what he felt he couldn't do sober, he crawled towards her bedroom, but before he could open the door his body became heavy, pinned to the floor while his vision blurred and Reed felt like the air out of his lungs were disappearing. He tried to tell himself it was nothing, but his mind already worked itself up. A cry ripped through his chest as he finally allowed himself to feel what he had avoided for the few months he had been back.

#c: rhodes 004 #reed: conversation [on the street when i forgot the city breathes when i do not]#tw: drug use #tw: sadness #tw: mental breakdown

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nomsfaultau · 4 months

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SBI SCP AU character playlists

Tommy:

Rose by The Oh Hellos (I mean I'm doing an entire animatic wip, it fits and I have essays to prove it. Anyway violence, the power of names/narratives, truth, hypocrisy, how sacrifice and love tie together.)

Sunken City by David Wirsig (Tubbo associations, mostly symbolic/vibes past the prison break. The euphoria of escaping and how the world beyond is confusing and unrecognizable. The idea of journeying with a friend to the ruins of what was once your life. 6th verse as finding a new home in found family. 'God free me from the burden of my thoughts')

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives (Tubbo, and how Tommy tries to distance himself to protect them/is the only reason Tubbo stays in a group with people they abhor. Touch starvation, hands as dangerous, seeing himself as a monster/burden. Again. Did an animatic for this one.)

Wilbur (yes they're all by Will Wood for the bit):

Misanthrapologist by Will Wood (Philza, for their light/dark dynamic and untangling of Wilbur's loathing of society and himself. WHiT Constellations interlude. I imagine 'can't keep a straight face while I'm praying' as Phil trying to get Wil to meditate but they end up laughing + 'don't you revolve around someone else' as a chide to Philza post Anderson's death)

Love Me, Normally (If he were honest with himself. Wilbur is wracked with jealousy for humanity that he disguises as hatred. Die young mentality, insomnia, bridge 2 addressed to the void, 'Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?' as a comment on the danger of anomalies and if they should be contained)

BlackBoxWarrior (An entire life spent running from the Foundation and their experiments + trauma, repressing the past, general void madness, 'a map to every victim of his love' as the scars the void has left)

The Blade:

Red Water Dreams by Aviators (The sea motif of the voices, being a vessel for The Blood God, finding blame in those who unleashed his apocalyptic revenge. The entire chorus fits so well. 'Vicious thoughts are stirring/And I hunger for their power')

Paralyzed by Aviators (He's just an Aviators boy, what can I say, it's the violence and upbeat tempos man. Really this is The Blood God's song. His challengers as a duty to cull, as he's forced to hunt down every last foe that laid a hand upon his vessel. The thrill of battle, impending doom, 'I will give you one fair chance' because he really does seek a good fight. The Blade is the one paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as his body is used for destruction)

Turn Out the Lights by The Crane Wives (Because The Blade does actually handle The Blood God/voices pretty well. I feel this song captures the way he just sorta rolls his eyes and shrugs off the intrusive thoughts most of the time)

Philza:

Rule #9 - Child of the Stars by Fish in a Birdcage (Wilbur as a wanderer, but works for any Collected for fostering their growth. Father vibes. Philza raising his children to be strong, independent people. A gentle expectation of greatness, because he picks out the exceptional among humanity)

Hot Tea by Half Alive (His sheer adoration of his Collected, also fun to swap the roles so that it is the god showing devotion. The pure warmth and sweetness matches Philza. In retrospect I need a song about protective violence but eh I set a 3 song limit.)

Time Machine by Miracle Musical (Amnestic arc. Particularly with loneliness and the vehemence in 'look at what you've done now to me', as well as 'I'm leaving today, today' with his confused insistence that he leaves at the end of the week. The way Philza is dragged in and out of grief at the whims of the Foundation, left free floating and disorientated)

Tubbo:

Soap by The Oh Hellos (Actual perfect Tubbo song. WHiT Croplands interlude. Themes of pacifism, how Tubbo is made of pieces, the separation between humans and anomalies and how the Hivemind can cross that barrier. Learning when to let go/hold on with the Tommy, Hive members, Willow. The 2nd chorus as Rhodes trying to convince Tubbo to leave Tommy in Jasper, with the response of 'I think that you’re worth (keeping around/holding onto)' to both Rhodes and Tommy's Never Love an Anchor. And imagining Tubbo saying the last stanza to Tommy makes me so soft)

Escapism by Rebecca Sugar (Dissociation. Grey chapter in general, specifically Pewter for being firm in convictions: 'shouldn't show a trace of doubt' and telling Rosalind the sacrifice won't hurt them, as well as trying to force a dissociative episode when their hand is sawed off)

Saint Bernard by Lincoln (ok this is a troll but also fits well for Cinnabar and Old Gauze. The guilt of failing one's morals. Technically Tubbo is in Indiana satanic and chained up, but I'll let it slide. The Saint Calvin verse is so good for the Rhodes-Tommy tension + Foundation destroying families. Also the way Tubbo blames their self-loathing on Rosalind, making the chorus apt for the Hivemind mess) (but also its funny to give Tubbo the classic edgy character song)

(Bonus) Dr. Blake:

Take Me to War by The Crane Wives (She sees herself as forced to be ruthless to survive against powerful anomalies. 'And I'll rankle the beasts with words' for her manipulation. Also epithets in the dehumanizing way the Foundation avoids names. Verse 3 is Tubbo 'corrupting' the guards when they saved humans from Philza)

Solaria, Kevin / End-World Normopathy by GHOST (Tommy, with religious themes and verse 5/Kevin understood as The Blood God. The cold cruelty of the Foundation, sentience as a failure/flaw in a tool (Tommy), Dr. Blake completely separating her personal and professional selves because to have humanity is only a weakness anomalies will exploit. 'Though you’ll never die, you’ve found that/All eyes are staring at your hands' is an absolutely perfect line for summoning sessions)

#did I actually put an npc named david wirsig in Fault and have Wilbur eat his arm. Yes. It's called admiration.#moving on.#using never love an anchor feels so over done but i mean #would've been hilarious to use exclusively wilbur soot songs for Wil but frankly i don't listen to him enough to over analyze song lyrics #balancing the blade's edgy fight songs with a sweet upbeat song abt mental health was fun #was thinking both sugar pills and razzmatazz (idkhbtfm) for Phil #but time machine was better for amnestics even if it missed the obsession aspect #and. idk man i can hella read razzmatazz for the hallway but its also fundamentally about fame #also didn't include Ribs for Wil bc the lonely + accepting darkness worked well but it felt too connected to femininity #felt like it took the teeth out of the song to give to a male character #also i had enough crane wives songs already. They just make good character songs #tubbo was an utter pain to find songs for until I realized I was looking at the wrong artists #I keep saying rhodes-tommy tension like its obvious that Rhodes is behind the morals that try to hold Tubbo back from their friend #still snickering at giving tub- 'moral heart of the group' -bo the DARK EDGY IM SO EVIL song #yeah i over analyze everything way too much wahoo im so normal #fault au #sbi scp au #scp philza #scp tommyinnit #scp wilbur #scp technoblade #scp tubbo #scp oc #character playlist #technoblade #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #tubbo #sleepy bois inc

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