Why each of the New Moon Theatre crew needs therapy (fanfiction headcanons + my oc:Zotz)
Moon: PTSD (due to the events in sing 2 of him almost getting killed) and now a fear of heights
Rosita: PTSD as well, but is probably one of the ones that would actually be willing to go to therapy. She still has the fear of heights, but it’s not as bad anymore.
Gunter: I actually don’t know for Gunter? He seems to be having a huge smile most of the time, but he may have slight trauma from sing 2
Ms. Crawly: also like Gunter but now has a slight phobia to paint balls lol
Ash: like Rosita, she’s one of the only ones to actually to go therapy willingly, has slight trauma from the events from sing 2, and has recovered greatly from her break up, and is doing pretty good
Meena: Social anxiety, and has some panic attacks due to it, she gets help from her friends, family, and a therapist now to help her through it. In sing 2 she’s way better than in the first movie, but also has slight PTSD due to the events of 2
Clay Calloway: Depression, due to the death of his late wife. While also doing self-isolation to the rest of the world, now he’s getting help from the Cast and a therapist
(Now to the three I’ll like to call, “a therapist’s worst nightmare” trio)
Ryan: Imposter syndrome, due to Klaus’s ridicule, abuse, and influence towards other students and to Ryan. As well as PTSD due some things that happen in my Fanfic (*wink*wink*) and also self depricates himself (forced to go to therapy by Zotz and Johnny)
Johnny: (Woooof get ready for this) Panic attacks, self-deprication as well, depression in events in the first movie for a bit, PTSD due to events in Sing 1 & 2 as well as my Fanfic, losing sleep and eating less during sing 1. (Don’t worry, Ryan, Zotz, his dad, and the cast forced him to go to therapy)
Zotz: PTSD due to the events of Sing 2 and his past, social anxiety, not as bad as Meena but when crowded, he gets panic attacks, lets say 2x worse then Meena due to him not telling his family or friends, and being alone in a apartment for a few years. Slight hallucinations (for example dozens, sometimes hundreds of eyes watching him.) and hears voices in his head, which is rare but happens, mostly either saying silly shit or self-depricating words. (He is also now being forced to go to therapy by Ryan, Johnny, and the crew)
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Hi there! Just read your intro to your new fanfic and I love it! When you have time, I have a few one-shot ideas…
Perhaps exploring Nana’s story a bit further. It would be so sweet to see her in a romantic relationship, or perhaps a bit more of her personality since she is mainly a supporting (but very important) character in the movies.
Honestly I do kinda ship her with Clay, platonically. I imagine them as becoming good friends that confide in one another. No doubt nana’s past in showbiz was not a bed of roses. She may have become more bitter and hardened with time.
Anyways, Lmk whatcha think!
Hello! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
That's a wonderful idea, and I've considered it myself. The only reason I haven't attempted something like that is because she's a major supporting character that - if I did something people disagreed with - could cause a major problem. I love this fandom, and Nana's a really cool character, I've just had a lot of negative input from many fandom members about backstory one-shots and writing for her, and it worries me.
I could definitely give it a shot sometime, and I have no doubt that she's faced some tragedies. Even her actor has had a really rough life, and no doubt that hardened her. I could see her being great friends with Clay, or even playing matchmaker with him and Ruby in her younger years.
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STORY IDEA!!!!
So recently, a new film adaptation of A Christmas Carol has been added onto the Netflix. A musical, of course. I have seen it and it's fantastic. The animation looked great and the voice acting was decent.
As for the songs, they were okay but one song in particular stood out and made me think of this idea
And it's this song right here.
(Give the song a listen. I'll give you a moment.)
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You got an hint of what I have in mind? Stick around and I shall explain more.
Imagine this....
Before the events of the first sing film, Buster moon was just starting out with the theater. Ideas in mind and a theater crew to help back it up. Not only that, but the support of his loving wife.
Of course, later down the line, business at the theater isn't doing so well. The place is falling apart, Buster is having trouble at the bank, and the shows are doing bad. But through it all, his wife was with him through it all. Buster constantly promising that things would get better later down the line. And at this time, the two were discussing the possibility of starting a family together.
But as the months go by, things are only getting worse. Resulting in Buster spending most of his time focused on the theater.
One day, his wife comes to his office with the intention of discussing something with him as he's on the phone with Judith from the bank. He tells her that they'll talk later but his wife insists on speaking to him. He reluctantly hangs up with Judith and listens to what she has to say.
She explains how the whole situation with the theater is stressing him out, how the theater is falling apart, and that she hardly sees him anymore. He is putting all his time and effort into the theater and it is causing a rift in their marriage. She suggests that perhaps they could sell the theater but buster rejects the idea. He basically tells her what he told Eddie in the film.
This would result in him and his wife later separating. (Perhaps two or three months before the events of the film)
Now, with most sing fanfics in the Fandom, some tend to write songs into their stories just like in the film. A prime example that I've seen early in the fandom is @outrightelm 's sing fanfics. So imagine this song, Later never comes, being used to portray both buster's wife leaving him and him looking back at the memory and wishing he had done more to save their marriage.
Anyways, that's all I have to say for now. Just wanted to share this idea with you guys.
Until the next post, have a great day!
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[Fictober] 17. “Are you serious?”
Prompt: 17. “Are you serious?”
Genre: Fanfiction (LOTRO)
Rating: T
Pairing: Raenor/Wulfwryn
CW: Mentions/description of injury
Summary: On the snowy plains of the Misty Mountains a fight goes wrong, leaving Wulfwryn to deal with the consequences.
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They were surrounded.
All over the snowy plain goblins and wargs raced towards them, flitting in and out of view in the blizzarding snow.
Though her ears rang from the roaring incantations Raenor threw at the encroaching enemies she could still make out the cackling of the goblins and the low, throaty snarls of the wargs.
She hadn’t seen monstrous creatures such as these since the North Downs and Lone-Lands. Long before she’d come to know Raenor’s shoulder pressed into her back or the familiar way they worked in tandem like dancers on a stage.
She slammed her shield into a goblin, tossing it back into the snow. Her sword flashed in a deadly arc, and she yanked it back with a rattling gasp.
They’d been fighting for what seemed like forever, inching closer and closer to the snowy edge of a gully. The goblins were pushing them back towards the foothills of the mountains, hoping to back them into the corner.
“Wulfwryn!” Raenor shouted over the shuffling footfalls of the enemy, “When you say you love me, are you serious?”
When she said…Wulfwryn bashed her shield into the nose of a warg, sending it skittering back with a yelp. A well aimed blow felled that creature too, only for another well on its way to taking its vacancy.
“Now is not really the time!” she snapped back.
Raenor’s voice took a manic edge to it, “Answer me.”
The force in his usually soft, even voice shocked the words from her throat: “Of course I mean it!”
If she were facing him, and his back were not pressed against hers instead, she would’ve seen a grim smile grace his face.
A weight slammed into her back, sending her toppling forward.
Her face wet the snow in a burst of freezing and sharp pain, all breath leaving her body as she was sent rolling by a second force slamming into her side.
A shadow flew above her, a ragged cry with it.
Her vision went red even before she was on her knees, then scrambling to her feet. The snow slid her feet from under her, sending her down again in a flurry of powdered snow and razor sharp ice.
“Raenor!” she roared, even as the snow still blinded her.
She could see just enough, the red path trailing over the edge of the gully. The snarling of a warg warning goblins from its prey.
Her sword knew no mercy as she careened over the edge of the gully, the few foot drop buckling her knees. The warg gave a mighty yelp, snapping at her, but its ferocity could not match the feral rage that set fire to her blood.
In the far distance a horn blew, sending the goblins amassing at the top of the gully skittering back towards their masters.
Wulfwryn discarded her sword, threw aside her shield.
“No, no, you idiot.” she hit the ground beside Raenor, warrior’s hands--not healer’s hands--hovering over the tattered fabric of his tunic.
No elven fabric, made for light battle, could withstand the sharp bite of a warg’s teeth or their sheer jaw strength. Neat punctures lined across his chest and over his shoulder.
Did goblins lace their wargs with poison as they did their blades? She’d never heard of it, but she’d learned long ago never to discount any possibility.
Her head went light at the wounds.
Elves bled as red as men.
“Raenor.” She snarled, ripping her cloak from her shoulders and pressing it tightly to his chest and shoulder. Blood trailed from his temple, no doubt from the dragging fal, “You stupid, stupid elf, what do you think you’re doing?”
She cast around for any sign of…something, she didn’t know what.
This snowy plain was far from any of the dwarven camps, and they would not be equipped to handle this.
He certainly wouldn’t bleed out, of that much her rudimentary skills could tell her, but there were far more sinister things they came from wargish wounds. Their bites were nasty, prone to all manner of festering issues.
“Stupid, stupid elf.” She repeated under her breath before sucking a deep breath in. She did her best to imitate the whistle the elves had taught her for their mounts. They’d left the horses forging for sprouts beneath the snow cover before they’d stepped foot on the plain. She prayed the fighting hadn’t scared them back to the camp.
She tugged Raenor off the snow and half onto her lap, brushing the snow from his hair. It was ridiculous, there were better things to worry about, but all she could think was how desperately he hated the feeling of clumped snow against the back of his neck.
“I’m going to kill you myself if you die on me.” she growled, “I might do it anyway.”
She whistled again and after several long moments a speckled gray horse appeared over the edge of the gully. She would have cried.
The horse perched at the edge of the gully, head overhanging and gave a loud snort.
Wulfwryn extended her hand, “Please.” she’d never begged a horse before, “Please, we need you.”
With another bellowing snort the horse eased its way down the hill, slipping and sliding until halting beside Wulfwryn. It sniffed at her hair before dropping its head to whuffle at Raenor’s cheek.
It seemed to know who its real kin was.
She pushed her freezing muscles to standing, pulling Raenor up with her. He groaned, his weight lolling into her side.
The stories always said elven horses were far more intelligent than they should be, but Wulfwryn witnessed it before her eyes as the horse eased itself down onto its knees. Enough so that Wulfwryn could pull Raenor on and scramble up herself.
She caressed the horse’s neck when it scrambled to its feet, “Thank you.” she murmured, before looking into the swirling snow. She didn’t know if the horses understood the common tongue, or if it understood speech at all, “What is it your people say? Niro Lim, to Rivendell.”
The horse gathered like a spring beneath her, leaping up the embankment. It dug its hooves into the snow and ran like it was made of wind itself.
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