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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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03/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys; Samba BTS; Con; YouWear50Well; AdoptOurCrew; RhysRadness; FanSpotlights; Articles; LoveNotes; DailyDarby/Tonight's Taika

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys Darby turns 50 today (the 21st, so technically tomorrow for those of us in the US)!! He graced us with some new Selfie's in Aotearoa!

== Samba Schutte BTS ==

Good Calypso Samba put a lot of videos up today. I made posts for them, so I'll link them here. Literally only 1 picture and 14 videos. The man is a lunatic and I love it.

Video 1: Dream Sequence BTS!

Video 2: "Any other burning questions?"

Video 3: Samba & Madeleine & Vico BTS!

Video 4: Leslie & Nat BTS

Video 5: Zheng Plank Scene Takes

Video 6: Explosion Explanation - Earplugs In!

Video 7: Zheng Planking Stede BTS

Video 8: Samba on the Zipline BTS

Video 9: Revenge Crew Running on the Beach

Video 10: Canons BTS: "Let's try doing away with the pull line, cause I think that's just going to be a fucking disaster"

Video 11: Canon Fire: No sound

Video 12: What Explosions Felt Like

Video 13: "That's How The Pros Do It"

Video 14: More Canon Fire / Plank Walking Stede BTS

= Con O'Neill =

Con's show, Happy Valey haws been nominated for a BAFTA! Bafta TV Awards 2024: The List of Nominations

== You Wear 50 Well ==

Rhys Darby's 50th! There were so many well wishes going around for our lovely captain's birthday! Several crewmates were kind enough to allow me to add their dedications to our captain to the recap tonight! @wanderingnomad @lucybluetiful @PaulineKnip @ourflagmeansfanfiction @eros_the_artist @kaddele

= Tumblr Highlights! =

Our tumblr crewmates had lots of dedications as well!

= @brainfugk =

= @bizarrelittlemew =

= @kiwistede =

= @snejpowa =

= @stjernegaupe =

== Adopt Our Crew ==

The votes are in! Anton vs Louise was darn close! Now it's the final round! Stede Vs Anton! looks like Stede's in the lead!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Our darling crewmate @iamadequate1's #MaxMadness replacement is down to the final round! We're down to Our Flag Means Death vs Coyote Vs Acme!

= Cast Cards =

Thank you our dear @melvisik for tonight's new cast card! Christopher Corbin, while only in the show for a very small amount of time, he made a huge impact! "I'm no prostitute, mate!"

== Articles ==

Coyote vs ACME Interview

= Love Notes =

Hey lovelies! Today's been amazing! Definitely been a lot of engagement and we're getting to celebrate our lovely captain! Soooo many people signed the 50th birthday Kudoboard that ended tonight ( and the Taika Kudoboard that ended yesterday). So many crewmates stepped out of their comfort zone and put themselves out there, and I just want to say how proud of you I am. I know it's hard to put yourself out there in case you can get hurt, but you still did it for the good of something / someone you love, and you should be proud of that! I hope you're getting some joy out of these days. I know it can be a bit of a double edged sword because we miss Stede and Ed and the whole Revenge crew so much. It's reminding a lot of folks of the gravy basket. Just a gentle reminder that things aren't over. Even if we're not fighting full force right now-- it's not over. It'll never be over. So many people are behind us, and so many other shows have gotten renewed later, sometimes years laters. I know you've heard it all before, but this isn't the end. If you feel up for it, take these days that are for celebrating, and even if you do it just with yourself, do something to celebrate the things and people you love. If you're feeling alone and have discord, feel free to join us on the #RhysDarbyFaction server tomorrow. We'll be doing a lot of group stuff to try and keep some of the love going. If you're not-- reach out to any of your crew. We're here, and we care and we want you all to be okay. Remember to lean on each other, you're all such kind, resilient, and wonderful people and kindness is what keeps this world moving in the right direction. Our crewmate @ourflagmeansfanfiction made a lovely picture that felt appropriate for tonight. You are strong, and beautiful, and we're all gonna get through this together. Night crew <3

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

Tonight's theme is microphones!

Daily Darby Courtesy of @celluloidbroomcloset Tonight's Taika Courtesy of @agaywithcoffee

#daily ofmd recap #daily ofmd recaps #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #our flag means death #save ofmd #ofmd adopt our crew #taika waititi #rhys darby #you wear 50 well #youwear50well #samba schutte #con o'neill #ofmd bts

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lovelywriting666 · 4 months

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Strawberry Cream Cheese

Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, lil cameo of Claire Novak x reader (platonic)

synopsis: A day in the bunker with the boys

a/n: Girly reader, younger but like teenager age, takes place in no specific season, but like they all have up to date phones and stuff like that. Also this is a WIP and not proof read at all lolz <3

warnings: None

Hope you enjoy! :D

You were laying in bed listening to music, like classic lady gaga, Government Hooker, Americano, and Judas, while scrolling on your phone when you hear a knock on your door.

"Yeah?" You ask which is an invitation for the person on the other side of the door, presumably your brother, to open it. To no one's shock or surprise it's Dean.

"Hey kid, Sam's making breakfast do you want any?" He asks, his voice still laced with sleep, he probably just woke up.

You fell into the habit of getting up when Sam did so you could get ready for school, Sam was your personal alarm clock on school days and Dean was your personal chauffeur because Dean never trusted those school buses. But that's beside the point, you were used to waking up at the crack of dawn so you've been up for a while.

"Yeah, uh, just a begal and strawberry cream cheese" You respond as you pull yourself out of bed and stretch a bit.

Dean nods, "Alright kid, also change that music put on some good shit not this-" you cut Dean off with "Whatever old man" and Dean lets out and airy laugh and closes the door probably heading back to the kitchen where Sam was.

...

Once you put on something for the day you pause your music. Slide your phone into one of your pockets and head out into the hallway and to the kitchen. Sam was over the stove probably cooking eggs for himself and Dean, the toaster on and Dean with his head in the fridge.

You walk over to the kitchen table and sit down, you leg your legs across the bench and pull out your phone and you get a text from Claire.

Claire : Morning, going on a hunt, just wanted to let you know

You : Good Morning, have fun on the hunt!

Claire : Will do nerd

You : Knuckle Head

A plate clatters onto the table and you put your phone away and its your toasted bagel that Sam places in front of you and Dean sits across from you putting two plates down, one in front of him and one next to him. You gran the strawberry cream cheese container and open to find no cream cheese and you frown.

"What's wrong Bami?" Sam says kinda jokingly, it's the nickname Crowley gave you when you first met him with the brothers, it wasn't your proudest moment because you tripped in front of him, hence the nickname.

"We're out of Strawberry cream cheese" You say with a small huff and take a bite of your dry but good bagel.

"Damn, I think that calls for a food restock" Sam says, Dean and I agree.

Sam gets up from the table and grabs a notepad and pen from the junk drawer and walks back over to the table and sits down. He tosses me the notepad and pen, I scribble down food we need and other stuff while I eat. Once I think it's good I click the pen closed and Dean grabs the notepad off of the table and I continue eating.

"Nope, not buying *snack food* for you again" Dean said looking at the list.

"That was one time Dean! Plus you put it in the back of the cabinets, me and object permanence don't mix!" You sam with a huff and cross your arms.

"Fine, we'll get it but actually eat it this time" Dean says handing the list to Sam, you smirk getting up from the table and put your dishes in the sink. You hear Sam write down some things.

"Alright we'll let Dean finish eating breakfast, I'll wash the dishes and then we can head out" Sam say with a smile, I nod and head to the 'Dean Cave' because it has a bigger tv then in my room.

...

After a while you get a text from Sam.

Sam : Come on kid, we're heading out

You get up from the small love seat you were relaxing on and head to the main area. Sam and Dean were at the 'mission' table.

Sam was on his laptop and Dean was scrolling on his phone. Sam notices you first and shuts his laptop which makes Dean look up from his phone. Sam gets up from the table, Dean puts his phone in his pocket and pulls his keys out of his other pocket and jingle's them.

"Are lets get goin you two" Dean says with a smirk. You and Sam nod and follow Dean out to the garage and all pile into the Impala. You in the backseat, Sam and Dean in the front.

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makeitmingi · 8 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 46]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

After meeting with CEO Kim and the legal team at KQ, then going to th police station to give your statement, you entered your apartment with an exhausted sigh. You were tired and drained, you couldn't even unpack your luggage.

'I'll work from home for the next 3 days. - Indigo'

'I think that's a good idea. You should really rest, Indigo. You were working even when we were there. There's no need to rush back to work. - Eden'

You were grateful that Eden was there with you the entire time through everything today, supporting you and accompanying you since none of the Ateez boys were there. He truly cared for you, not just as a senior but as a friend as well.

'I'm home. Going to sleep after to take the day off just like I promised. - Baby'

You sent Mingi a text and left your phone to go shower since you wanted to sleep. Leaning against the wall of the shower, you thought about the events of the day.

Maybe you didn't want to sleep. After your shower, you unpacked your bags and unpacked the miscellaneous boxes from your move.

'We're having a short break now. I already miss you, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well, baby. - Mings'

Getting changed into a fresh set of outing clothes, you check the train schedule on your phone before leaving the house. You've never taken this train to late before but you knew your heart needed it.

"One ticket, please." You went to the counter.

"Good evening, ahjumma." You greeted as you walked up the steps to the orphanage. She cast you a glance but gave an acknowledging nod. Digging around your bag, you took the envelope of money out and handed it to her. As she looked at the contents, you walked past her and headed inside.

"There's extra dinner in the kitchen." You heard her say as you removed your shoes to go in. Some children were watching a movie on the large projector but Haneul wasn't there.

"Hey there. Do you know where Haneul is?" You asked one of the older looking children.

"Her room." He replied. You went upstairs, leaning against the door as you saw Haneul on her bed, drawing with her crayons.

"Baby." You called out.

"Unnie!" Haneul yelled and jumped off the bed, running towards you. You scooped her up in your arms, spinning around while she laughed. You needed this, you needed to see her.

"You're home. I missed you." She giggled as you set her back down. You hugged her properly.

"I missed you too, baby. So much." You whispered. Haneul was a constant in your life, your touch of normalcy. With everything happening, the threats keeping you away from her, you felt yourself losing that normalcy.

"Did you buy me any presents?" Haneul asked. You pulled away, placing a hand on her head. Of course, she was only a kid, all she thought about were gifts.

"I got you this." You got the stuffed giraffe out for her.

"This is like princess oppa!" She giggled, hugging the giraffe to her chest. You forgot she called Mingi 'big princess'.

"I miss princess oppa and bear oppa." She pouted, shoulders deflating as she remembered the boys. You smiled softly and reached out to stroke her hair.

"He misses you too. All the oppas do." You comforted.

You sat on Haneul's small bed with her perched in your lap. You listened intently as she excitedly showed you all the drawings that she did, including the ones that she wanted to give to boys when she saw them again. She also told you all the things that she has been doing in school.

"You won first place?! That's my girl!" You smiled excitedly as she showed you the ribbon she won during her school's sports meet. Your praise only made her smile grow.

"I want to show oppas!" She jumped up and down.

"You do? I'm sure they will be happy." The time difference wasn't major so you texted the boys if they were available for a quick video call with her.

'For the little bear, we are always available. - Jongho'

'Aww look at the maknae. The kiddo's got you wrapped around her finger. - Wooyoung'

'As if you aren't a sucker for her. - Jongho'

You dialled Jongho's number and it only took a few rings for him to pick up. All the boys tried to squeeze close to him to see the screen but Jongho, not one for skinship, squirmed uncomfortably. He pushed them away.

"But I can't see!" San whined. You sighed and handed the phone to Haneul. She waved shyly to them.

"I won a ribbon! Because... I ran very super fast!" She excitedly showed them.

"WOWWWWW!" The chorus of loud awes and praises were heard on the other end. You couldn't help but laugh as Haneul soaked up all the love from the 8 boys.

"That's amazing! What a pretty ribbon." Yeosang had his face right in front to see the ribbon properly.

"Good job, little bear. I'll give you a prize when I get back to Korea." Jongho promised. Haneul's eyes lit up as she looked at you.

"Jongho, you don't have to..."

"I know I don't have to. But I want to, Indigo. She deserves a present for doing well." Jongho chuckled. You prompted Haneul to say thank you to him.

"Yay, present! Thank you, bear oppa! I love you the most!" Haneul opened pandora's box with that one innocent statement. Because the other 7 protested loudly, all competitively trying to offer presents and bribes to the 5 year old. You face palmed, shaking your head as they tried to be the one Haneul loves the most.

"Okay, I'm taking this back. You're all being too loud, you're scaring the poor girl." You frowned, scolding them. Haneul curiously peeked over the top of the screen before crawling back into your lap.

"We're both princesses right? So we're best friends." Mingi was still trying despite what you said.

"Look who suddenly likes the princess nickname." You rolled your eyes. Yunho snickered, he was the originator after all.

"I love all the oppas." She scratched her head.

"You can love whoever you want, baby. If you want to love bear oppa the most, you can too. Or you can not love any of them." You told her, kissing her temple.

"Hey!"

"Don't encourage her!" More protests came from the boys after hearing what you said. Since you selfishly wanted to spend more time with Haneul before bed time, you hung up with the boys, promising Mingi to call him later.

"But I can't go home with you today?" Haneul pouted as she held onto your sleeve.

"I'm sorry, baby. Not today. Soon, I promise." You shook your head.

"Okay but next time, can we stay with the oppas?" She asked hopefully. It made you soft seeing how much Haneul really adored being with the boys.

"Only if they're not busy." You lightly pinched her cheek. She nodded and pinky promised with you.

"Let's sit together before I go, alright?" You held your hand out. She slipped her hand into yours and followed you out.

You didn't want to leave her just yet so while the other kids were put to bed, you sat in the kitchen with Haneul in your lap as you ate the food that ahjumma left you for dinner. Haneul was more than willing to stay up with you. She hugged the stuffed giraffe, deciding to name it 'Mingming', named after Mingi.

"Are you hungry? Want some?" You held a spoon out to Haneul. She shook her head. You wanted to eat slowly but you knew ahjumma was waiting for you to leave to lock up the place.

"I already brushed my teeth." She said, frowning slightly as she focused on fiddling with Mingming.

"As you should." You patted her head.

"I'm full." You moved Haneul off your lap as you gathered the dishes and brought them to the sink to wash. As you washed the dishes, you felt Haneul lean against your leg.

"You need something, baby?" You stopped to look down at her.

"No, I just want to be with you." She replied, kicking her feet around. You hummed and finished doing the dishes, putting them on the drying rack.

"I'll tuck you in before I go." You said to Haneul. She pouted, unhappy that you were leaving. But she didn't say anything, obediently holding your hand as you walked back upstairs with her. You tucked her under the covers, making sure she was hugging her toys.

"I love you so much." You whispered and kissed your forehead. She held onto your hand.

"Please don't go..." She said sadly.

"I'll take you home with me soon, hmm? I promise. But I'll be here until you fall asleep." You gave her another kiss. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you patted her back.

You watched Haneul try to fight off the sleep but she was too tired, eventually falling asleep.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you more than you know." You said softly. Casting her one last glance, you left the orphanage.

"Sorry for keeping you up, ahjumma. I'll be on my way now, goodnight." You bowed to the lady who was watching television. Quickly, you wore your shoes and left.

"It's never been this hard..." You sighed and looked up to stop your tears from falling. Taking a deep breath, you wore your mask and pulled your hoodie up before making your way to the train station to take the late night train home. You listened to music to try and distract yourself.

'Hey, Indigo. Are you free to talk now? - Jongho'

'Jongho. Yes, I am. I'm on the train, coming back from Haneul... Honestly, I could use the distraction. - Indigo'

'Are you alright? - Jongho'

'I am, don't worry. Today just felt a little harder leaving her than usual. I guess I haven't seen her in such a long time that I wished I had more time to spend with her. - Indigo'

'I understand, that's normal. It's harder that you can't bring her to stay with you like you usually do. - Jongho'

'It is all for her safety. I'd rather her be angry with me than to selfishly put her in harm's way. - Indigo'

'Speaking of, I wanted to ask how the progress of the meeting with the authorities and the KQ legal team went. If you don't mind me asking. - Jongho'

'I don't mind at all. So I went to KQ first, I met with them and the CEO, they walked me through the process. Pressing charges for assault and harrassment against Seyoon. Just in case Seyoon wants to take the case to court and fight it, what the plan is. - Indigo'

'Alright. - Jongho'

'And I'll have to be there is Seyoon decides to press charges against Mingi for assault too. After that, Eden followed me to the police station to give my statement. - Indigo'

'I don't mean to scare you, Indigo. But... do you think Seyoon has to do with the threats you've been receiving? - Jongho'

'I... I never thought about that. - Indigo'

'It's just a speculation. Since he tried de-masking you. Did he make any pass or mention being suspicious about you and Mingi hyung at all? - Jongho'

'No. Yes, de-masking me was one thing. But he seemed like he was just a bad case of toxic narcissim in the way he wanted me to accept his apology and then apologise to him. - Indigo'

'I see. Let's hope this was an isolated incident then. I'm glad that you agreed to pressing charges against Seyoon and that he is rightfully dealt with by the authorities. But at the same time, that means the person sending death threats is still out there and they are working in our company. - Jongho'

'I'll be okay, Jongho. - Indigo'

'I hate this. It feels like we're sitting around and waiting for things to worsen before we're able to take action. - Jongho'

'This is your safety at stake. I'm sure Seonghwa hyung feels the same way as me. - Jongho'

'But we don't exactly have a choice, I barely know the KQ staff enough to suspect anyone. There haven't been any clues that point to a particular person. - Indigo'

'That's true. We'll discuss this more when we get back. Have a safe trip home. And let us know when you arrive home. - Jongho'

'I will. Thanks, Jongho. - Indigo'

Thankfully, the online back and forth between you and Jongho took up most of the long train ride. From the train station, you took a short bus ride back home. Since you had dinner, you didn't need to try and find an open restaurant to get food.

'I'm finally home. You've all worked hard with the last day of filming. Sleep early and have a safe flight tomorrow, boys. I'll see you guys at the office building. - Indigo'

'Thank you! ^^ - Yunho'

'I miss my bed, this hotel bed isn't good. I think I'll sleep for 2 days when I get home. - Yeosang'

'Yes, we've all worked hard. I love filming and performing but I can't wait to see you again tomorrow. I miss you too much :( - Wooyoung'

'Hey, that's for me to say to her. - Mings'

You chuckled as you went to take a quick shower and do another load of laundry from the trip. After your shower, you sat at your work desk. You wondered if you should call Mingi, he might be packing or asleep since their flight home was rather early. But your question was answered when Mingi called you.

"Hi, baby." Mingi smiled. You propped the phone up in the small phone stand Seonghwa got you. You smiled softly, waving to him. Looks like he also just got out of the shower.

"Are you all packed?" You asked, eyes going between Mingi's face and your monitor screen.

"Mhmm, more or less... It's late, baby. You've had a long day and you're still working?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well catch up on some work. Plus with everything that's going on, work takes my mind off things." You shrugged.

"Alright. But try to get some sleep later, please?" Mingi

"I will. You should sleep too, you have an early flight, Mings." You chuckled. He let out a loud groan.

"Ugh... Nevermind, I'll sleep on the plane. I'd rather stay up to talk to you." He grabbed a pillow to prop the phone up as he got comfortable under the covers. You chewed on your bottom lip, you wanted to be there with Mingi now, warm under the covers.

"I wish you were here, Mings." You sighed.

"I wish I was there with you too, baby. But we'll see each other soon. And we live in the same building so it'll be easier for me to go to you." He chuckled.

"Do you feel better seeing Haneul?" He asked.

"I did. I think I've been away from her for too long... It was nice to just spend time with her again, even if it was for a short amount of time." You smiled at the thought of Haneul.

"That's good. You've been working so hard, baby. I'm glad you have Haneul there to make you feel better." Mingi smiled.

"I have you and Haneul. And the other Ateez boys too." You smiled softly.

"That's right, baby. We'll all always be here. You're never alone." Mingi said. He didn't notice how your smile faltered slightly as you were looking up at your computer screen. After chatting with Mingi, you hung up, wanting him to get some sleep before the flight. Of course he refused.

"I told you I can sleep on the plane. I want to talk to you and spend time with you now." Mingi argued.

"But you still have to look somewhat awake when all the media take pictures and videos of you, Mings. I'll see you tomorrow when you come home." You chuckled.

"I like the sound of that." He grinned. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

'Wherever you are, that's my home." He explained.

"Cheeseball." You rolled your eyes. Mingi laughed and leaned forward, as if giving you a kiss. You smiled softly, really wishing he was here to give you a real one.

"Promise me you'll go to sleep in a bit?" He gave you a look. You nodded, holding your pinky up as a pinky promise to him.

"I love you, baby. Goodnight." With a triumphant smile, Mingi bid you goodbye and hung up.

You continued working after that, only stopping when you were done with a section of beat. But you did want to stick to your promise with Mingi and sleep so you got up and turned the system off. When you left your studio to make yourself a coffee, you saw the sun rising.

"Sunrise already?" You scratched your head before checking the time on your phone. When you work, you really do lose track of time. You made a coffee and brought it to your bedroom.

It was around 10 am when your doorbell rang. It was unusual since no one really comes to visit you without you knowing.

"Coming." You yawned, going to the door. You checked the peephole and grew surprised.

"Omonim! What brings you here? Let me help you." You scrambled to help Mingi's mother carry some of her bags into your house. She had 3 big bags with her.

"Sorry for popping by out of the blue. Were you sleeping?" She asked.

"Just snoozing." You lied. You went to grab a hair tie from your room to put your hair up into a bun. Mrs Song began unpacking the bags that she had brought, it was all food items.

"I'll be sure to hand them over to Mingi when he comes home." You bowed gratefully.

"Hand them to Mingi? Silly girl, these are for you! I know you've been busy with moving and work so these food should just make sure that you don't go hungry. All you have to do is heat it up. I'm restocking your kimchi and side dishes stash too." She chuckled. You helped her put the cold stuff into the fridge.

"Really? Thank you so much for doing this, omonim. You didn't need to." You bowed repeatedly, not expecting her to do this for you at all. You were touched.

"I know but I wanted to. We're family, (y/n) ah." She smiled softly. You wrapped your arms around her to hug her tightly.

"I'll put these away. In the mean time, can I get you a coffee? Tea?" You offered.

"Coffee would do." She said. You nodded and brewed her a coffee. She sat on the bar stool with her coffee, watching you put all the food she brought into the fridge, ensuring things were neat and tidy.

"It's nice to talk like this without Mingi hovering over your shoulder. The way he sticks to you remind me of how he used to stick to me." She giggled.

"He's protective. And I'm thankful that he cares more about me than I do of my own self." You chuckled.

"We all care about you, (y/n) ah." She reached over to hold your hand.

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theoneandonlyneonleon · 2 months

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Rottmnt Royal AU

Chapter 2

Surprise cameo's from two characters <33

First - Next

You walk over and get in line, peeking off to the side to catch a glimpse of the princes. You tap the shoulder of the person in front of you, a woman with dark skin and black hair, cut into a short bob. She turns to look at you.

"Hey uh- this is my first time attending an event like this. Can you tell me what's going on? Why are we all lining up?" You ask, curious to the reasoning behind this.

"Well allow me to explain! We're lining up to bid farewell to the princes. It happens at the end of every ball. You go up, bow, and they thank you for coming." That makes sense. Of course the hosts would want to say goodbye to the guests.

"Thank you." She smiles and tell you its no big deal before turning around and stepping up for her turn. She curtsies, each of the princes kiss her hand gently, give her a nod, and she walks out.

You approach the thrones, and the four princes. You bow, and Prince Raphael, the oldest, bows back and kisses your hand. Prince Leonardo does the same, and you almost swear you see him wink. Prince Donatello and Michelangelo do the same, and you walk off to find coat check.

You approach the check and hand the man working there, A bull mutant, your ticket. He disappears into the sea of fancy fur coats and thick winter jackets behind him before emerging with your white faux fur shawl (Madame O'Neil never used real fur, being a vegan). You take your shawl, thank the worker, and leave the castle.

Cold winter air hits you like a slap in the face, your skin prickling with goosebumps. You draw the shawl over your shoulders and revel in the warmth it provides. You start your walk back home, painfully uncomfortable heels clacking against the cobblestone streets until you reach your house.

Its not much, a small one person home wedged between a bookstore, and your neighbor. You walk into your house and immediately pry the shoes from your feet, tossing them aside; you'll take care of them tomorrow. You throw a log on the fireplace and walk to the kitchen to make a mug of tea.

While the tea steeps, you go upstairs and change into your warmest pajamas, grab your thickest blanket, the book you've been (attempting) to read, and head back down to settle into the big armchair situated in front of the fire.

Its a perfect night, you think, sitting all warm and cozy with a cup of tea and a good book that you're determined to finally read. You won't start tonight though- you're out like a light within 10 minutes.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise leo #rise donnie #ao3 writer #fanfic #royal au #rottmnt royal au #bull hop #rottmnt sunita #rise sunita #april x sunita #royaldippingsauce

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spjohnv-blog · 5 months

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five hundred signatures

Hi fellas, I'm in sabbatical from this stuff right now because of some crazy drama, but I have an opportunity and it's time to embarrass myself a little, maybe a lot, with what little clout I still have on this little old site.

As my followers might know, some months ago I posted about a petition for South Park - the goal was to trumpet the fans' love of cameos and Easter egg characters and create an open letter thanking the animation team for their work in this area, and we decided to amend it to include the gentle suggestion to include Gregory and Mole in the background of a future episode.

We ran out of steam around 450 signatures, and I need your help to reach the five hundred signature goal. That's around thirty-two new signatures as of this writing.

I'm going to be honest with you -- I'd love for the Gregory and Mole thing to happen, but that's not what this petition is really about. The real goal is to say "thank you" to the animation team and let them know that doing this stuff brings some of us joy. Even fans of fairly major characters like Craig and Jimmy will sometimes point to some background Easter egg and have something fun to share. It's part of what makes this fandom great, I've always wanted to say.

And hey, if they read the letter, that's all I'm super invested in - if they give us some more cool Easter eggs, that'll be fun for me, too! I'd still love to see Gregory and Mole back up there, if this works. Who knows?

But why am I talking about this again? Me, someone with a track record of running away from failure with my tail between my legs? Me who deletes a lot of my fandom history like it's breakfast?

I have a chance to get this in front of South Park. I'm not joking, this is real. I have a shot to make sure somebody sees this.

When that happens, I want to be able to point to five hundred fans and say we have five hundred people who care about these little background details and want to let the team know it means a lot to them. It's not enough to change the world, but we're not trying to change the world, just change the little South Park world in a way that doesn't even affect the writing of the show.

I'm not going to lie to you and pretend something is at stake. All that's at stake is getting a thank you in the hands of some people who try to make us happy in small ways. Adding a little cred to Kevin and Creek's conversations, throwing Damien into a school assembly, the little pallete swaps we laugh about.

Help us reach five hundred!

#south park #south park fandom #gregory of yardale #sp gregory #sp the mole #christophe delorne

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nicohverse · 6 months

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Hey, it's the final stretch!! Check out some of the talksprites I've been hard at work drawing over the past month- There are 48 hours left in the Entropic Float 2 Kickstarter where YOU TOO can get involved in all kinds of fun things! A download key to a soon-to-be-released DLC joins the download key for Entropic Float 2, available on its own at the $5 tier and together at the $15 tier- A $20 value compared to the planned retail for both separately! These two tiers also get you votes on two different character designs! If you can't afford any reward tier, but you can toss me a dollar? You're still supporting a trans and disabled gamedev, so that's winning too!

If you can swing it a little higher, rewards abound- Commissions at discounts from my usual rates (I could rush it through if you want one as a holiday gift for somebody~), physical merch, and even options for your OC to join the world of Entropic Float, from a simple cameo up to integration as a significant character (following a long discussion to determine where they best fit into the narrative of course~).

Here in these last two days, we're just $271 USD short of our second stretch goal- Creating an actual song for in-universe band Renfield Future! Being able to do this would have many benefits- Bringing the band and the main character from it to life, giving us an option to use in trailers without going through the headache of licensing existing songs, and further supporting one of our amazing voice actors~

I should also note, for the tumblr crew specifically: Midway through running this Kickstarter, I very suddenly lost my day job. I'll be okay, I'll manage- But making a game is expensive, and the more I get on the Kickstarter, the more of my own money gets to stay dedicated to bills and groceries. My two main expenses outside of living ones are game development and stocking my etsy shop (As it takes at least 2 years for most small/indie businesses to start turning any kind of profit). Since every dollar to the Kickstarter is a dollar I get to hold onto for my rent, I'm going to go out on a limb and say supporting it constitutes mutual aid for this transgender bunny boy who's too disabled to work more than part-time out of the house and too autistic to hold down the part-time jobs it gets.

Reaching this point has been truly amazing- And now's the time to double down! If you haven't pledged yet, don't miss your chance, and if you have, share the project far and wide! Help us make the world of Entropic Float better, one game at a time, and thank you, as always, for reading!

#visual novel #visual novel gamedev #gamedev #indie games #indie gamedev #vndev #entropic float #official content #mutual aid #crowdfunding

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characteroulette · 10 months

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A study on prosecutors -- (previous) (next)

A short detour into the many appearances of Payne.

So. What can be said about Payne? He's what we all think of as the Tutorial prosecutor. In all his forms, he only shows up to be a joke, to be the first opponent we face as we get familiar with the mechanics of the game. He's designed to be unlikable, in an intriguing twist compared to most other prosecutors.

And yet there's some part of me that likes him anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I hate this guy. I think he and his like should be retired, give another prosecutor the tutorial reins. But there is something so quintessentially Ace Attorney about a Payne. He's appeared in one form or another in every single Ace Attorney game in the series. Even the Layton crossover has a Payne! He's as much a staple by this point as Phoenix himself.

So, of course there's a part of me that likes him anyway. He's a little rat bastard whom I don't mind trouncing, but it's not unpleasant to see him like it can be some other characters. (Hey the Judge should absolutely retire am I right?)

It all stems from such a nothing part, too! If you look at him in his very first appearance, he has such a nothing part. He's meant to be overshadowed, to be forgotten. Your main opponent in that case is more Sawhit than it is Payne. He gets a joke scene in the credits, which is probably the funniest thing Payne's ever had, but he was such a nothing bit and a nothing character at the start! And then they turn around and give him some actual presence in 2-1. The joke of him being forgettable is still there, but Payne puts up a much better fight here. He actually puts Phoenix on the ropes at least once! …an amnesiac Phoenix, sure, but still!

All this leading up to his appearance in 3-1 along with the reveal that he used to be a hotshot. He went undefeated for seven years, was known as the Rookie Killer. It's so hilarious and unbelievable that it elevates this case to a fun absurdity. Every other factor in this case is great, too, but Rookie Killer Payne? The cherry on top. As well as the end in which he loses all his hair. This man is meant to be a joke and I am living for it.

It's interesting to think of Payne as someone who used to be a big shot and fell to a curse he had no hopes of recalling. It adds a lot to his inability to stand out, that he was shamed so hard that he simply lost all presence. They really did a good job in adding a fun little drop into a character we're meant to hate.

He also gets some fun moments in other cases! He shows up as the prosecutor in Atmey's trial, where we steal yet another win from him. Then again in the phony trial of the third case, a win we overturn on him that never really belonged to him. It hammers home this curse and is so delightful, it really gives a sense of continuity to how much he cannot win against us.

Of course, Payne shows up in 4-1 as well, in all his greasy glory. (Aside, I realised just recently that they reused this character design in a later Payne! That's so rad!) Phoenix calls him the same old, and I have to agree. He's still lacking in presence, still pretty easy to hate, but he's also regained some of that pompousness he had from his Rookie Killer days. He's got a swagger to him, as flimsy as it is, and we get to see it all crashing down once again. (But really, he takes a backseat to the true players in this case and I'm okay with that. He's some nice set dressing to the actual darkness swirling around just below the surface here.)

Payne's small cameos in the Investigations games are so good, too. Even Edgeworth can't remember who this man is. It makes sense, of course, because of Edgeworth's closeness with Phoenix. There's an undeniable curse hanging over Payne's head and of course Edgeworth isn't immune to it.

But it also shows that Payne has some level of seniority and that's interesting. The Chief Prosecutor chose Payne to go with him to see the president's speech, after all. Payne may be pretty largely terrible, but he's got some level of authority in the prosecution's office to have done that much at least.

His British expy in the Layton crossover is definitely a piece of work. Points for the unique angle of anime eyes and some level of corruption going on, considering he was told it was going to be an easy win for him. (If we learn anything more about him through the game I don't know I haven't beaten it yet.)

And then the biggest change up in 5-1: we get to meet the younger Payne brother and fight him instead.

Right away, Gaspen is much more despicable than Winston. He's a snivelling and corrupt little cretin who bullies Athena into a near panic attack. That's a really great way of getting us on board to hating him immediately. The fact that he's implied in the end to have been a part of the corruption plaguing the prosecution's office (but not his brother?) (Maybe??) makes everything about our victory over him all the sweeter. It gets a bit overshadowed by the whole thing going on with Apollo in that case, but hey. I for one relished in our defeating this bastard. Seeing him run out of the country, too, was real satisfying.

Unfortunately, I can't spare any sort of kindness to Gaspen's reappearance in 6-1. Admittedly, I was really tired of the whole Payne thing by this point, so making it Gaspen in particular just got me in a worse mood. The fact that he found the one place where prosecutors are worshipped and allowed to be as corrupt as they desire definitely doesn't help, either. It's a fascinating look into an absolute worst case scenario world that Ace Attorney in general could have ended up in, but I think it's just not compelling enough to carry it through the beginning of this game. It certainly didn't make me want to keep playing, that's for sure.

At the very least, we get to oust him from his position of power here by the end. Good riddance to this guy, I really hope we get a completely different tutorial prosecutor for the next game in the series.

That being said, I think Auchi is perfectly punchable and great for our tutorial prosecutor for the Great Ace Attorney games. I actually really like his whole samurai affect, his slamming his forehead against his desk, and his devolving into haiku at the end. It's also great to see that this is the origin to his curse. Giving a reason to why he will always lose against Phoenix is clever actually and I am all for it.

The Auchi clan will never triumph over the Naruhodou clan. To that, I say hell yeah.

Anyway I never realised I'd have so much to say about Payne, of all people. Whoever thought I could do a deep dive into Payne as a character? Not me!

#Momo writes stuff #Ace Attorney #Winston Payne #Gaspen Payne #Taketsuchi Auchi #Essay time for Momo #The curse of the Auchi clan #Hell yeah #This was a fun lil thing actually #Shoutout to Payne. Anyway we should retire Payne

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kitausuret · 1 year

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#and his BORING resurrection 🙄 sent me into space

Hey MC! I know this ask is like over a month old, but it's in reference this post re: Flash Thompson's resurrection and I'm still thinking about it.

So, like, since Flash officially came back from Klyntar-hive-limbo in Venom (2018) #34, there really hasn't been much exploration at all on how he's been handling it.

(Venom #32, #34; Cates, Coello)

He's been around, yeah, with a small part in Amazing Spider-Man #900, a cameo in Dark Web #1 (which unfortunately did NOT include him beating the shit out of Norman Osborn), and of course fairly heavy involvement in Savage Avengers and Extreme Carnage... But even in the latter two, it feels bland? Like how is this man just so chill about what's happened? He was dead. He was fucking. Dead.

I'm thinking about it because I recently started reading the fantastic Iron Man (2020) run by Chris Cantwell & Cafu, et. al, and it DOES actually address Tony coming back from the dead and how he's going through this big personal crisis. It's really wonderful and it honestly has me a little bit salty that we've had Tony and Flash in the same room and neither of them have mentioned the fact that they were both dead during the same period of time. Like, y'all are just not going to mention it? At all?

More than that, his reunions haven't been much to write home about. The best one so far was definitely with Andi Benton in Extreme Carnage, the one with Peter in #900 was laughably bad (ntm Flash kinda looks like a discount Eddie Brock which is, uh, jarring to say the least), and even though he had this big conversation with Eddie in Venom #33, they haven't crossed paths even once since then.

(Top: Extreme Carnage, Bottom: ASM #900 and Dark Web #1)

On the note of Dark Web, it is actually kind of legitimately upsetting to me that we haven't gotten really anything about Flash's reaction to Harry dying while Flash was still, you know, dead. This is the second time Flash has had to endure the loss of one of his oldest friends, and we just get nothing? At this point we're going to get to Harry's next resurrection before Flash says anything about it.

I will, actually, give this to Savage Avengers. There's a little bit of.. hmm.. shall we say, reading between the lines for it, but there's this little insight from Deathlok (Miles Morales... it's a whole thing) about Flash and how he kind of jumped headlong into his dalliance with Dagger (Tandy Bowen). It's not much, but it's something, and it does do something nice as far as explaining why he would do something kind of impulsive after having been, you know, DEAD.

(Savage Avengers #5, #9, and #10)

Anyways, I think that for Flash's resurrection, he and Tandy and Ty should have a threesome. It would be fun. Rivals to lovers or something.

(Savage Avengers #8)

Overall, I've been disappointed by the Flash Situation since his return, and while I'm glad he's back, I do sometimes wonder if a few more years in the ground wouldn't have hurt. At least let there be consequences to his return! I also wouldn't complain if he stopped being Anti-Venom, but that's another rant you can read here.

Thanks for the ask and giving me an opportunity to go off about something I've been thinking about for almost exactly 2 years!

#flash thompson #savage avengers #amazing spider-man #dark web #extreme carnage #agent anti-venom #venom #asked and answered #so normal about this boy can't you tell!!!!!#half looking forward to half dreading summer of symbiotes #kita talks comics

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Hiii, how are you Chaos???

I haven't read the comics, if I'm not wrong you have, right? Because you know a lot of things about J and It is just incredible

If you have read the comics, could you explain a bit about how Joker is in those? (If you have based your version of J too pls)

ALSO, you said Frost appears in the comics, but the only Frost I've found is this woman

https://images.app.goo.gl/NuHiHAFUWuNNDYDk6

And the only goon of Joker that I've found is this one (I know Neo and Mac are your ocs but I remember you saying that Frost appears in the comics)

WOW CHAOS I WAS LOOKING FOR A PIC OF THE OTHER GOON AND FOUND THIS MAN NAMED JONNY FROST(????

https://images.app.goo.gl/XzVwFc8fH9dDDhNi6

Is this who you based Frost of? I can't find any black man named Frost And he is said to he the mist loyal man

This is the other goon, does he exist in the Chaos universe?

https://images.app.goo.gl/8RJfjhrC3bJL6irE6

I believe his name is gaggy? I'm not sure

I would love to see his dynamic with Joker/his goons, maybe he is part of Joker's past? Someone he had to get rid off

In short, you would do me a great favor if you explained a little about the Joker from the comics and what parts of him you have taken for your story because I find it very interesting 😭

and his anarchist side too because I don't get why does he do all that, does he simply want to watch the world burn? Just Chaos? Is that it, he isn't power hungry nor he wants another person to have political control? Doesn't he do all that because he believes in something?

SORRY FOR YAPPING 😭

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I'm doing lovely! omg Chaos universe has me in a spiral!!! I'm popular enough to have my own universe😫what an honor! And DO NOT apologize for yapping! I read every word with rapt attention.

So let's discuss anon! Grab a seat and a snack, we're going in deep!

Yes, I've read most of the comics save for a few here and there. Depending on the comic..... Joker is either a jester who kills for fun, the epitome of evil who thinks killing is funny, or clinically insane and doesn’t see the difference in anything. He just out here ballin’ or all of the above.

The Joker is so complex I could write essays for the rest of my life talking about him. My favorite depiction of J is from The Killing Joke although in the “Chaos universe” (I love saying that) Joker derives from the Nolan trilogy and the Arkham Games. Heavy on the games; they’re my favorites for a reason. So a mixture of all Jokers really 🤔 Here's a chart if you're interested! I've seen/read/played them all except for 2019.

Anyhoo. Yes! That's Killer Frost a completely different character who is absolutely amazing in her own right. Good call out 😉

AND CONGRATULATIONS FOR FINDING FROST! Let’s talk about Frosty!!! ❄❄❄❄

Although this depiction of Frost sorta kinda betrays Joker and ends up being killed for it, I took some creative liberties with making him my own.

Joker's Loyal Three what a concept. Mac and Neo are of course my OC's (I did not have to go so hard creating them 😤but I did)

Frost is actually albino but since I write for people of color.. I made him African American so he’s kinda a OC to an extent. Frost is divorced in my series and he has a daughter which I named Genesis so I'm staying canon but giving him a Chaos spin.

There are some background conversations that reference Frost in Arkham Asylum (or maybe Origins) and I just felt it was the right thing to do to honor Frost and give him flowers. I think details no matter how small really matter when creating a story.

I honestly don't know this third character Gaggy? so no he will not be making a cameo in any of my series 🤣

Now. As for Joker's schtick. Everything to Joker is funny in some way hence the name. Once you take that away aspect, Joker isn't really that much of a threat. He has no superpowers, no advantage other than being unpredictable and insane-- so the reason why Joker "does what he does" (I think) is maintain his one desire. To be remembered.

His ultimate fear (in the comics) is being forgotten and if no one pays him any attention... 🤷🏾‍♀️poof. So Joker pulls these elaborate stunts, he works hard to gain Batman's attention and be the number one villain to stay memorable and feared by the citizens of Gotham. Yes, he wants to watch the world burn, no he really doesn't believe in anything. That's what makes him a threat. He's unpredictable even after all these years.

Some versions of Joker (the one's I like) he knows what he's doing is wrong, yet he does not care. He isn't power hungry, he doesn't care about the average man, he just wants people to see the world like he does as One. Big. Joke.

He's that de-synthesized, that far removed from humanity that if he dies, oh well. Now if Batman dies... now that's another story. No one entertains Joker's mental instability the way Bats does. A world without Batman is another big fear for Joker.

It's also the biggest fight of them all; good verses evil. Batman vs. Joker. Never ending, an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

Lol, now I'm yapping and quoting The Dark Knight. 🤣😭

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#i hope that answers the question #joker's backstory #Joker's ideology #chaos rant #lore building #Joker's loyal three #ledger!joker #ledger joker #heath joker

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rinwellisathing · 1 month

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It's A Thankless Job: Part 3

Across town from Sharess' Caress, just at the edge of the lower city near the park, a moderately liveable apartment building stood beside a decent little restaurant and the local library. Up a few floors and towards the back, overlooking the park proper, a very good looking young man sat out on his balcony in a pair of work jeans, a towel still around his shoulders, his dark brown skin still glistening with water from the shower. A pair of long black horns curved up from his forehead and he looked out over the beautiful expanse of nature with one dark red eye, the other a prosthetic of stone. Two furry figures lay sunning themselves by his feet, one a cuddly puff of brown and white fur and feathers, the other a soft, sleek white dog, wagging his tail as he looked up at his master, barking a greeting. “Hey Scratch, hey Nibbles. Slept alright?” Wyll asked, leaning down to scratch both of their heads gently with a smile.

“You know for a fact they did not.” A voice came from behind him. A pretty tiefling woman with pale greyish blue skin stood with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the wall. She was dressed in a simple white blouse with a black ribbon pinned at the neck with a small cameo brooch. Her outfit was completed with a long navy blue skirt and a wide brown corset belt. She wore comfortable brown oxfords and white stockings on her feet and a navy blue ribbon was tied around the end of her tail. Her long, pale blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid. “Yeah, would have thought you heard them carrying on.” Another voice joined in, this one belonging to a taller, more powerfully built tiefling woman. Her bright orange eyes alive with energy and her beautiful face set in a wide grin. She was dressed in a black tank top and slacks, her punky red and black hair brushed out of her face and held back with a sweat band. “Oh come now, you two. You can't blame them. Someone was setting off fireworks in the middle of the night in the upper city....which, actually we're very lucky didn't catch anywhere...there is a reason for that particular rule...” He added under his breath, shaking his head. The tall woman laughed and shook her head. “Well there's your reason Scratch can't go to work with you. Not cut out to be a fire house dog, huh boy?” She approached and ruffled the fur on Scratches head playfully, the dog giving her hand a slobbery lick in return. “And there's the reason he doesn't go to work with you either, Karlach. You cook people's dinner with those hands...gross.” The shorter woman wrinkled her nose, but smiled brightly with a little giggle.

The three settled and continued to get ready for their days at work. Karlach took Jaina delicately by the hand and guided her to a chair in the kitchen, helping her into it. Wyll sat beside her, placing some sandwich bags and three lunch boxes on the table. One was a simple metal box with a few band stickers and some character stickers on it, the second was a plastic one, worn with age, with the words 'Street Fighter!' across the front and a combat scene emblazoned on it. The final one was also worn and older, but was made of fabric with muscular humanoid sharks stitched proudly across the front on a holographic pad. Karlach stood at the counter preparing the food and placing each portion on the table for Jaina and Wyll to sort into the group's respective lunchbags while Scratch and Nibbles snuffled about under the table for any dropped lunch time materials.

“So I'm taking some time off next week. The chief's been pretty insistent about mental health days for a long time. He always talks about this big fire near the tenements like fifteen years ago. A ton of families died and they never found this one six year old kid...” Wyll explained, shaking his head. “It's an awful story...I'm just glad there's been hope for most of the people I've rescued. I can imagine how much it would hurt to lose fifty people in a single blaze.” “What will you do with your time off?” Jaina asked as she velcroed the last lunchbox shut. “I mean, I could come to the library and help you with the kids...or do a fire safety thing, those are always good.” Wyll offered. “Okay, but you get how that's not a mental health day if you're still working, right?” Karlach laughed. “Like, you do understand the meaning of 'take a break', right, Wyll?” “I don't think so.” Jaina added, shaking her head. “Why don't we all take some time off and do some outings? We could go on that picnic we always talked about...or check out some museums maybe?” “Hell yeah! Take Scratch and Nibble to the park to play a bit!” Karlach grinned. Wyll thought a moment, nodding his head. “That does sound nice and it has been a while since we all just spent time together that didn't involve a movie or a TV show and being too tired to really do much after work...”

With their vacation plans decided, the three each said goodbye to their animals and headed for the door. Jaina grabbing her cane as she left, Karlach grabbing a large duffle bag, and Wyll making sure to throw on a shirt. The three walked to the elevator and then out of the building together, Jaina and Wyll embracing Karlach and each giving a gentle kiss goodbye as she walked to the side door of the restaurant and headed into work. Wyll walked with Jaina the remaining few feet to the library and gently held her hand. “Remember, there's no shame in coming home early if you start to feel sick. It isn't letting your illness control you, it's being mindful of your body.” He reassured her, pressing his forehead to hers, their horns clacking together gently. “I know...I just hate to let the kids down...Anyway, I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm hosting story time and shelving kids' books, it's not like I'm running a marathon.” She waved dismissively. “Anyway, I love you. Stay safe.” She kissed him softly before walking into the building and leaving Wyll to finish his journey to work on his own.

As he walked, he noticed more of those election fliers going up 'Enver Gortash for Mayor'. It made him shudder a bit. He didn't know the man well, but what he did know was not the sort criteria he could imagine someone wanting in a mayor. He thought of the things he knew Gortash had stakes in, the smoke belching factories that created machines without the sapient elements that would allow for mercy, machines he intended to use to police the city. He thought of the way he'd carelessly sent Karlach to a risky clinical trial for her heart and how long it had taken her to even get to the point where physical therapy was safe. He shook his head and walked a bit faster. Looking at his watch, Wyll realized he was still early for work and a coffee would probably help clear his head. The fire house was visible in the distance, so he popped into the nearby coffee shop for a quick pick-me-up. “Mr. Ravengard! Glad to see you again!” The barista greeted him, his scaly face turning up in a smile, red scales somewhat clashing with the purple apron and cap he wore. “ Usually I don't see you till afternoon, I'm guessing no puppachino for Scratch today, then?” “Not today, he's back home holding down the couch.” Wyll chuckled, reaching into his shoulder satchel for his wallet. “Hey, don't worry about money today, buddy. No charge after your help last week.” The dragonborn raised a scaley red hand. “What can I get you?” “You're sure? Moving a few boxes hardly feels like that big a deal, I don't want you to get in trouble.” Wyll replied. “I'll ask my manager.” The red scaled barista turned to look in the mirrored metal of the coffee pots behind him. “Hey, is it alright if I give Mr. Ravengard here a free drink for his service? Cool.” “Alright, alright.. Just a caramel latte then. Thank you.” Wyll laughed softly. The barista nodded and set about making the drink. Wyll stood out of the way, waiting patiently as he indulged in a bit of people watching. He smiled to himself as he began to make up little stories in his head for each person in the shop. It was a private indulgence, well, at least before his partners. He was thrilled to find that far from finding it foolish or juvenile, Jaina and Karlach eagerly added onto the stories or were quick to interject their own ideas to compare and contrast. Still, Wyll was used to doing it by himself enough to enjoy it while he was out and about without them. Waiting for an order became exciting when suddenly the dark haired, hassled looking halfling with glasses shouting into his phone was part of a team creating a distraction while his secret agent friend hacked a hidden terminal for valuable information...or the young drow girl in cat ears and bright neon clothes was hiding a secret identity as an international pop star. Karlach rolled her eyes, slamming the dish down just a little too roughly, but still managing not to break it as the radio ran another one of those damn campaign ads. She frowned, shaking it off as best she could and taking deep breaths, counting the inhale and the exhale like Jaina suggested. Still, she felt the warmth spreading uncomfortably through her chest, even after all the surgeries and physical therapy. Fucking Gortash. How could anyone even consider making him the mayor when he was responsible for things like this!? “You okay, chef?” A concerned voice came from her right as a dwarven woman a bit younger than her patted her arm.

“Yeah, yeah Elka, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, keep your eyes on that appetizer, soldier. The lunch rush is coming in hot.” She waved off her coworker. “You can take a smoke break if you need to, Bex can come off dessert prep for a bit, you know.” Elka insisted. “Hey, who's head chef here?” Karlach responded, folding her arms across her chest. “ I said I'm fine, didn't I?” “Yes, chef.” Elka nodded, turning back to the pan on the stove as Karlach returned to her station as well, swallowing down her anxiety and pain. It had been a few months since this campaign had been announced and with Ulder Ravengard stepping down and no one else announcing a bit to run against Gortash, Karlach was starting to feel some serious concerns that her former friend and employer had a very real shot at becoming mayor.

She sighed and put her earbuds in, deciding to listen to a podcast she enjoyed instead to try and avoid any more campaign ads. She would much rather deal with shoutouts to shady money handling ads, pubic hair razors, and custom scent delivery services given half the choice. “Welcome back to Three Tieflings in a Trench-coat, the name Rolan has contractually obligated us to remind you he had no parts in. It's your girl Nocturne here with Sentry and Rolan as usual as well as today's sponsor Auntie Ethel's Potions and Lotions. If you're like me, you have to deal with a lot of assholes in your life hassling you about every little thing from late rent to 'too many bathroom breaks at work' which, get fucked, like...it's a bodily function. Or maybe you've just got really dry skin or your horns are lacking a little luster lately. Auntie Ethel's custom self-care boxes have everything you need, my friend! And with her comprehensive new client quiz, your monthly custom box is tailor made for you! Use promo code '3Tieflings' for 20% off your first order! And now onto today's topic. Rolan?” “Thank you, Nocturne, for that absolutely necessary promotional spot which is absolutely a genuinely useful thing and not just ad revenue we desperately need. Today's topic: Supporting your local brick and mortar magic emporium. We discuss the rise of online arcane conglomerates as well as those low priced cross realm options that seem great...until, you know, they don't...”

Two doors over at the library, Jaina was starting to feel dizzy again, the tell tale signs of imminent collapse overwhelming her. Her vision was blurring and her hearing was fuzzy and out of focus. She had finished story hour, so at least there was that, but she still had two hours left of her shift and here she was in the employee lounge, desperately trying to control her breathing as she slumped into one of the old, fraying chairs, trying to avoid being noticed by her boss. “I think you should go home early today, Jaina....” Well, that was a bust. “I'm fine, really, I just....n...need” She coughed a bit, face flushed as she almost lost consciousness right then and there. The gentle half-orc woman shook her head, peering at Jaina through her gold wire rimmed spectacles with concern. “Your health is important, you need to rest. I'll call one of your partners to come and get you home.” Jaina lowered her head, embarrassed. Interrupting Wyll or Karlach at work again over this stupid condition. 'It's a wonder they even stick around' a nasty little voice in the back of her head taunted. 'You're such a broken thing, such an easy job and you can't even finish out the day. How long before you're dead weight with nothing to contribute?' She didn't even realize she had passed out until her vision swam back into focus and a pair of concerned golden-orange eyes gazed down at her. “Hey, soldier.” Karlach extended a hand to help Jaina carefully to her feet, noticing she was still swaying a bit, she lifted her up in her arms, nodding in thanks to the half-orc who passed her Jaina's cane.

“I'm sorry, Karlach...I didn't mean to drag you out of work...” Jaina apologized, looking away, her face flushed in humiliation. “Hey, none of that now. It was a good time for me to get some air anyway. Let's get you home safe and taken care of.” The taller tiefling hushed her as she carried her back to the apartment building and into the elevator.

Karlach sat her gently on the bed once they got inside and gingerly helped her undress and change into her white nightdress, laying her down in the bed and tucking her in gently. Once she was sure Jaina was safely in bed, she got up to get some work done around the house. As Jaina lay in bed, drifting in and out of consciousness, she was vaguely aware of the podcast Karlach was listening to in the background as she worked. “Look, all I'm saying is the art theft aspect kind of goes hand in hand with the other drawbacks of half these services. Like, shoddy magic artifacts aside, I would straight up eviscerate someone if they were selling one of my drawings on, like, a T-shirt without my consent. It's super violating as an artist.” “But my point is, selling low-quality magic items is actively dangerous, Sentry. There's a huge difference and--” “We're on the same side, my guy. You're such a contrarian.” “Hey, did you guys also notice the super weird fetish stuff those sites have though too? Like just food for thought, but uh....if a vibrator costs like ten copper, it's probably a safe bet you shouldn't use it, am I right?” “Okay, actually that's a valid point.” “But what if the dildo were also enchanted with very cheap spellwork?” “Gods dammit, Sentry...Why did you make me think about that?”

“The look on your face is worth it, trust me.”

She woke up fully a few hours later, the sun was beginning to set and Wyll sat on the bed beside her, one hand gently brushing her hair back from her face, the other holding a cup of hot tea in her favorite mug. He looked at her with an expression of concern, but, to her relief, the same pure love and devotion he'd always looked at her with as he set the tea down on the night stand closest to her. She closed her eyes and smiled at the cool touch of his calloused skin, toughened by years of swordplay and his work saving lives. Contrasting with that was the softness of his favorite sweater, a silly romantic gift from Jaina and Karlach last year that Wyll had just fallen in love with. The sweater was absurdly soft and fluffy, a creamy white color with a pink heart in the middle with his name on it. Jaina and Karlach each had a matching one with their own names in the center. “Hey...sorry if I worried you.” She said weakly, slowly sitting up and shakily reaching for her tea. “There's no need to apologize.” He replied gently, reaching out to steady her hand and help her guide it to her lips without spilling. “Careful, it's still hot.” “Karlach had to leave work early again because of me...” Jaina frowned, eyes cast downwards in embarrassment.

“Well, from what she told me, she needed to step out anyway, so if anything your timing couldn't have been better.” Wyll helped Jaina set the cup back down and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Do you need anything before I take Scratch and Nibbles out for their nightly walk?” “No, honestly you and Karlach do enough for me. I'm fine.” Jaina shook her head. “Don't underestimate how much you do for us, my love.” Wyll leaned in, kissing her softly before he stood up to leave.

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July 25, 2010

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omg. jeremy is still sleeping.

Hey guys. Hayley here.. I'm sitting in the front lounge of the bus. Being on voicerest is never fun but it's an almost constant chore when I'm on the road. Maybe I'm getting too old to headbang? I get the most intense "bangovers" (shhh, i know how that sounds).. the first few days of tour and it causes my throat to get a lot hoarser than it would be otherwise. So yeah, needless to say, this off day is pretty event-less. However, typing feels great! So, here I am! 2 days into the biggest US tour we've ever done. My head is spinning. So much hard work is paid off every time I look up and see everyone smiling, singing, and having a good time. We want this show to be fun. And while, we're still getting used to the set-list and the sore necks, it's already everything we could've hoped for. Make sure to hit up Brandon (@branchesbro) on Twitter and let him know what you think of all the videos that we made for the show. (holy capslock, i just realized i have been writing this like an essay... back to the norm). there are 2 videos, in particular, that we shot while we were home in franklin only about a week and a half ago. the one for "Decode" and the one for "Looking Up". there is a small cameo by my younger sister, Erica, in the "Decode" video. she plays a menacing shadow person. that sounds ridiculous... but i don't know what else to call her role hahah. anyways, Brandon pulled off those two videos - as well as a few others - extremely well. and in such a short amount of time. another thing... the clothes. my friend Jen (@bunnyjenny) and I designed some stuff for the guys and I to wear. so much fun. for whatever reason, i really enjoy girl-scout stuff.. one of the first goodwill purchases i ever made was a toddler sized girl-scout dress that i wore as a shirt. there's a pic of it somewhere from 2006 when i brought it on tour with me. so yeah, i still have that sort of obsession.. (mostly with the cookies) and wanted to go with that type of "punk rock girl scout" sort of style for this tour. and since the color scheme was very similar to what the guys like to wear anyways, we just made clothes for everybody! this is my first go-round with the whole designing/costume making biznass. i enjoyed the process very much. still figuring out a way to sew my mic pack into the dress i made without messing with the style of it. we'll get there. i'm just stoked that we actually made some skin-tight pants and they are durable... but stretchy enough that my booty isn't hanging out the back when i jump. that's so embarrassing. ugh, i could go on about clothes for days. sorry to bore you all. i'm gonna post a few close up "making of" pics of all the pieces i'll be wearing on stage over at my tumblr and if you're interested, you can check it all out. >> (yelyahwilliams.tumblr.com) oh, and i've also just started blogging for MTV.com. i think it's just for the duration of the tour... but go and check it out and comment me a lot so i look like a real important journalist. i really hope that jeremy is actually sleeping and not dead. because it's like 3:45. i'm gonna go shake him and tell him our bus is on fire. thanks again if you've already gotten tickets to the shows. can't wait to see you out there. let us know each night what you thought of it... ps, brandon from delaware is a great singer. hayley

#paramore #hayley williams #2010 #livejournal

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Super bummed that Jeff, Dylan, Jamie, Curt, and Kim are not going to be in NPMD but I’m hoping that they are just sitting this one out but will be in future shows

Well technically any of these 5 could end up being the 8 cast member. Though I'm assuming the 8th cast member is playing the villain which we know is named Max Yagermen so Jaime and Kim definitely won't be in it. But anyway we'll get one of these at least but I'm definitely sad we're not getting all of them

I'd love to see a Tom, Holloway and Duke cameo, I mean it especially makes so much sense at a high school for them to have cameos! And Jaime has been in every single Starkid musical except for Ani so it's kinda sad she's missing out on another. And ofc this also means no MacNamara cameo.

But all of them are great actors and I'd love see all of them in NPMD, hey I think they'd all do a great a job at okayign the villain in this as well even, and all of this as well as others like James and Jae! But we'll definitely see them in future productions, Starkid I think just wanted to go back to the smaller casts bc easier to deal with and they're already doing so much and we've seen TGWDLM and TTO which are small casts so NPMD is gonna be great too.

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makeitmingi · 9 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

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-Small timeskip-

Despite what you told Seonghwa, you didn't go to the authorities, you were just far too busy and you knew that if you went to the police, more people would be involved.

The threatening messages didn't stop, they got more and more explicit but you just couldn't give them any time. You and Mingi haven't seen each other in weeks so maybe the person thought you broke up or something, which is why things haven't really escalated to something more.

"Indigo, are you ready?" Eden dropped by your studio. You turned around, blinking. The blank look on your face showed your confusion.

"The production meeting...?" He raised his eyebrows as he reminded. You turned to the clock on your phone.

"Oh, shoot! I didn't know it was so late already!" You jumped up from your chair, scrambling for your things. You saved your work and grabbed your iPad.

"Calm down, we have time. How long have you been working in here?" He asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I lost track of time." You rubbed the back of your neck. You wore your beanie and walked out with him.

"Once you sit down, you just get lost in the process, don't you?" Eden chuckled. You nodded your head in embarrassment. You need to set more noticeable time reminders in the future.

"I'm excited to hear what the time has to propose with the music video and concept outfits. That would be so exciting." You clapped your hands. Everyone was gathering today to hear what the creative production team has to propose.

"CEO Kim will be there?" You asked. Eden nodded to confirm. You buried your face in your hands.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with our CEO?" Eden asked with amusement at your reaction to meeting your big boss.

"I haven't got a reply for him..." You mumbled.

"He's not expecting a reply so quickly, Indigo. Don't worry about it! Your contract with us isn't up anyway. He'll want you to focus on the comeback first." He patted your shoulder as he laughed.

"But what about-"

"Eden hyung! Indigo!" A few voices called, cutting Eden off. Eden didn't finish his sentence, seeing the Ateez boys.

"Indigo! I missed you so much! Did you miss me?!" Wooyoung hugged you tightly, shaking you up and down. You chuckled and hugged him back.

"I did miss you, Woo. I hope you've been well and taking care of yourself." You said, making him grin proudly. He stuck his tongue out at the other members, as if what you said was that you missed him ONLY. Hongjoong plucked him off you but Wooyoung still held your hand to enter the meeting room.

"Hey, your shirt... Looks like the one I bought Mingi for his birthday." Yeosang pointed at your oversized shirt. Mingi choked.

"Yah, yah, Yesoang. Be careful of what you're saying." Yunho covered up his flusteredness with an awkward chuckle. If others have heard it, they would be suspicious.

"Y-Yeah, I got the same shirt..." You lied. You didn't even notice this was Mingi's shirt, you just took it out of your drawer, which is usually a mix of yours and Mingi's clothes from the wash.

"But-"

"It's true, look at Indigo and I. We're wearing the same clothes all the time." Hongjoong sent Yeosang a look to not say anything further.

"That's because you copy me." You scoffed with your arms crossed. Hongjoong just rolled his eyes.

Soon, the remaining meeting attendees entered the big room and took their seats. When the CEO entered with his assistant, everyone stood up to bow to him in greeting. He smiled and waved for everyone to take their seats.

"Let's go through the music video concepts first? Followed by the style concepts. Then we'll go to the producers and finally, finance team with the budgeting." He instructed.

"Yes, boss." Everyone chimed.

"Also, boys, feel free to voice your opinions after each presentation." He said to the 8 Ateez members that were sitting together.

"Thank you, boss." The 8 boys bowed their heads. You turned your iPad on, ready to take notes where necessary. The videography and production team went first.

"Alright, these are the storyboards for the music video." The employee flashed the picture on the screen.

"Ooooooh." You and Ateez had the same reactions. Behind you, Eden laughed, knowing you were amazed by everything in this process.

"Don't laugh at me." You whispered with a pout. Eden still snickered, reaching out to pat your head. You continued to listen to the speaker proposing the location and all the other logistics for the music video shooting. Even if you were not the one in the music video, you felt excitement bubble within you.

Mingi watched you from the other side of the room. He hadn't seen you in weeks. Sure, you've video called and texted but nothing was better than actually holding you. He wanted to just hold you now.

"You're staring." San leaned over to whisper. Mingi blushed, tearing his gaze away from you.

"Sorry. Can't help it." He grumbled softly.

"The location and storyboard looks good. We'll look at booking the film site and accommodation." The CEO nodded in approval.

"These are the outfits for the music video. We will reuse them for some of the comeback promotions. The alternative outfits for other promotional activities are these." The head stylist showed.

"Oh, wow. They're so cool." You could imagine how good the boys would look in all the outfits.

"I'll go through the individual outfit inspirations for each member." She flipped through the slides, going through each member's outfit collection.

"Hongjoong sshi will be in mostly Balmain, sent over from their styling team. Especially for interviews, as we expect questions about you becoming an ambassador with them. Mingi sshi, you will be in Diesel outfits." She pointed out.

"Look at you, hyung. Balmain prince." Wooyoung voiced proudly. Hongjoong shushed him for being disruptive but it was because he was shy from all the attention.

The stylists teams really knew what they were doing, suggesting outfits and styles that brought out the best features of each member.

"More see through shirts for Seonghwa hyung. The fans would want that." Jongho snickered.

"Shut it." Seonghwa glared.

"So with these outfits, there are the hair colours that we are proposing to the members for them to choose." She showed the different options.

"Hmm..." You hummed to yourself softly, deep in thought. You tilted your head, trying to imagine Mingi in all the proposed hair colours for him. To you, Mingi always looked good in whatever he wears. You think he would look good in any of the outfits and hair colours that the stylist team suggested.

"Producer team? You're next." CEO Kim said.

"Go ahead." Eden encouraged you to stand first. You shook your head, you were not ready to present.

"It's okay. Just go, it'll be fine." He whispered. You gulped and slowly shuffled to the front of the room. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat and plugged your laptop in.

"Walk us through it." CEO Kim told you with a little more encouragement.

"This is the progress of the songs. We are done with both title tracks and on the way to finishing the b-side tracks." You explained.

"Title track 1." You began to play the songs for everyone. Even if it was a team effort, you still felt stressed knowing that you would have to accept everyone's scrutiny on behalf of the producers.

"Next song." CEO Kim directed and you bowed, playing the next song for the room.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Mingi seemed to feel your nervousness, watching how emotionless the CEO's face was as he listened to the songs that you played. He wasn't even up there but he felt his stomach churning from the nerves.

"It's good. Good job, Indigo." The CEO nodded his head when the final song finished playing. You let out a sigh of relief before you bowed deeply.

"Everyone, for those that don't know, this is Indigo's first time working with us and I would like to commend her on what a great job she's been doing. She's been surpassing expectations." He added.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir." You bowed again, your mask hiding your heated cheeks.

"Yay. Go, Indigo." The Ateez boys softly cheered, sending you small fist pumps and encouraging smiles, making you laugh.

"Eden, anything to add?" CEO Kim turned to the head producer. Eden nodded and stood up, giving more detailed updates on the progress from the other producers.

"Good work, producers. I'm happy to hear that the songs are coming along well. Thank you for working with the other Ateez members to involve them in the production process. Lastly, we have the finance team with the budget." CEO Kim waved for the next speaker. You and Eden bowed before returning to your seats.

"I told you, you could do it. There's nothing to be worried about, our work is good." Eden whispered.

"If you had told me I would be the one presenting earlier, I would have prepared more to explain about the songs." You complained.

"If I had told you earlier, you would be a nervous wreck, worried about presenting to our CEO. See? You didn't need preparation and he still complimented you." He said.

"Fine." You couldn't argue with that.

You didn't know much about finance, budgets and numbers so you didn't really pay much attention to the presentation.

"Thank you everyone for coming and preparing material to present. I'm glad we are progressing well for this comeback. Boys, it's all up to you now to deliver the hard work." The CEO said. The Ateez boys stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for all the hardwork that everyone has been putting into our comeback, we'll continue to work hard and not disappoint any of you." Hongjoong said and the others nodded in agreement.

"What disappoint? All of you don't disappoint, you always give it your all." The stylist director said.

"Agreed, it's a collective effort of everyone to ensure success." Eden added.

"Thank you." Everyone bowed to the CEO as he left with his assistant. The remaining people bowed to each other as they all packed up their things and left.

"You were amazing!" San lifted you up and spun you around.

"San!" You squealed, hitting his shoulder for him to put you down. You didn't want anyone to start gossiping after seeing that.

"You did good. The CEO really likes you, he doesn't compliment people openly that much." Mingi patted your head with a soft smile. You smiled up at him, giving him a friendly hug. You so badly wanted to give him a kiss and ask him to hold you to calm your nerves but you knew where you were now.

"Thank you." You giggled.

"Indigo, let's go meet the others to update them." Eden called for you and you left the boys to go with him back to the studio. There was a box outside Eden's office.

"Fan mail?" You teased. Eden rolled his eyes but smiled. He bent down to read the tag.

"It's actually addressed to you. The reception must have delivered it wrongly. Let me go get you a box cutter." Eden chuckled. You tilted your head and bent down.

'To: Indigo'

Indeed, it was your name on the box. There was no return address or sender name. Eden handed you the box cutter from his studio.

"Indigo, wait." He suddenly stopped you. Your hands froze, the cold seriousness in Eden's voice made you freeze.

"Don't open it. I'm calling security. Move back." Eden said. You dropped the box cutter and scooted back as told. You went to Eden, who was on the phone. But his words were drowned out when you saw what he saw.

What looked to be blood was seeping out the corner of the box. You completely missed it since it was the corner facing away from you. Eden's free hand wrapped around you to comfort you.

"W-What is that?"

"I don't know. We're not going to find out. Security is on their way." Eden rubbed your back to comfort you.

"Sit." Eden brought you into his studio and sat you down on his chair while he went out. But with the door ajar, you could hear a little of the conversation outside.

"This is horrible... Get rid of it. Now." Eden ordered.

"But sir, the note-"

"I don't care about the dumb note! When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of everything!" He yelled, making you flinch.

"And you guys better be scanning through all the packages that come in through the front thoroughly from now on. This kind of package shouldn't have made it past security, whether it is for idols or not. Someone could have been seriously injured if it was someone else." Eden scolded.

"Doesn't mean there are no idols on this floor means that there can't still be a threat. No more bringing packages up to the producer floor. Everything is to be left downstairs." He commanded.

"Yes, sir." The security replied. Eden entered and you lifted your head to look at him. He took another chair to sit down opposite you.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded your head glumly, staring at the ground in front of you.

"Indigo, have you ever got something like this before?" Eden asked with a much gentler, softer tone. He was worried that you were now fragile.

"No..."

"But?" He prompted, knowing you had more to say.

"I've been receiving threats... In my emails and on online platforms, even my ghost server, that's why I closed it temporarily... And a few weeks ago, someone followed me home from the convenience store." You gulped.

"And you've been dealing with all this on your own? Why would you not say anything? We can help you!" Eden's eyes widened in shock as he heard you list the incidents.

"I can't... Because I think the threat has to do with me and Mingi... And the boys are busy preparing for their comeback, I don't want to give them another thing to worry about, especially Mingi..."

"But you still shouldn't keep this to yourself..." Eden sighed. he reached out to hold your clamy hand.

"Seonghwa and Jongho knows. Jongho guessed something was wrong and Seonghwa accidentally saw one of the emails." You said.

"Mingi doesn't know any of this? Nothing at all."

"No, I can't tell him. Please don't tell him, Eden... Or any of the others... Mingi has been dealing with enough and I don't want to add to that with my issues." You chewed on your bottom lip, tears suddenly blurring your vision. Eden grabbed the tissue box and handed it to you.

"Indigo... You shouldn't be keeping all this to yourself and dealing with it on your own. I'm sure Mingi would feel even worse he if he knew you were keeping this from him..." He said.

"I know but he's going to think that this is his fault. I don't want him to think that when it isn't." Your lip quivered.

"What should I do, Eden? I'm fine with me receiving all the hate but I don't want Mingi or anyone else to get hurt." You asked.

"Silly girl, you're still worried about others even when things like this have happened. Think about your safety too. This is not a small matter." He patted your head.

"I won't tell Mingi. But we will need to do something to protect you more. Even if you're only here for a short contract, you're still considered a KQ employee no matter what and we won't let anything happen to you." He promised.

"Thank you."

"We will implement more security here. I'm more worried now that someone tried to follow you home. It means they have triangulated a plausible location that you're staying at." He frowned.

"Is there someone you can stay with temporarily? Just to have someone around to make sure you're safe." He asked.

"Not anyone close enough. I've been living independently from a young age." You shook your head.

"Let me see if I can get you a house in the same apartment building as the boys. At least the company knows that the security there is good enough to let them live there." He said.

"Okay. I'll just tell the boys my lease was up and KQ offered me an apartment in their building. But please, Eden. I don't want too many people knowing about this. Word gets around too quickly and I don't want to lose anymore control of this situation." You begged. Eden looked at you, he didn't want to agree.

"Fine. But if things get worse, I'm going to implement more safety measures, even if it means telling Mingi. I'm not going to mess around with anyone's safety."

"I understand. Thankfully, so far, this person has only expressed harm towards me and not Mingi." You said in relief.

"Don't just think about the safety of everyone else that you forget your own, Indigo." He frowned.

"Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Eden." You felt bad for always hiding things from him.

"Pabo, what are you apologising for?" He smiled softly. After a while, you headed back to your studio. You saw Mingi inside, sitting in your chair, waiting for you.

"There you are, baby." There was his familiar smile. He stood up and went over to you, engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"Sorry, I was talking to Eden about-"

"It's okay." He whispered, tilting your head up to plant his lips against yours. Oh, how you've missed Mingi so much. You missed everything about him, his warmth, his scent, the way his fingers laced and rested on your lower back when he hugged you.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea." He pressed his forehead against yours. You felt your eyes watering as you cupped his cheeks to look at him.

"I missed you too." You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

"Aww, baby. Don't cry." He stroked the back of your head, chuckling.

"You're doing so well here, I'm so proud of you." Mingi leaned down to shower your head in kisses. You looked up at him, gently yanking him down to kiss him again. You just missed him so much.

"My beautiful baby." He tucked your hair behind your ear. You sat on his lap on the couch.

"How did you sneak away?" You asked.

"I told Hongjoong hyung I deserve a prize for working so hard the past few weeks so he let me come." He laughed. You slapped his chest for calling you a 'prize'.

"As much as I love the fans and can't wait for them to see this comeback, I really wish time would slow down or stop just for a while. So I can be with you and continue to hold you like this without having to leave you for practice, you know, like a normal couple." Mingi sighed. You hummed in agreement.

"But if we didn't have our jobs, we wouldn't have met, Mings. Every relationship has its sacrifices. This is ours." You reasoned.

"You're right. I'd rather deal with the sacrifices than to not have met you, baby." He stroked your cheek.

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khruschevshoe · 1 year

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We're standing tall and looking up, our Father would be proud

And I'm happy to be working my own ground

We'll be the last ones breathing here

Hey, sing your heart out boy

For all the people great and small

Oh, when all else is lost

The future still remains our own

-Stefan, Hope

It takes about three weeks for Noah to realize that if the Megaforce team is going to not completely fail, they can't rely on Gosei for help.

Maybe he was Zordon's Apprentice, but even Zordon could have ended up with a complete moron as an apprentice. He did mentor about four separate teams, so maybe he can be forgiven a little for letting this slip through the cracks. Whatever the reason Zordon didn't dump him, though, it doesn't make Gosei any more competent.

Though Noah's friends all seem okay with Gosei, he's seen the way their eyes crease and their smiles falter when their mentor's name is mentioned. They understand just as well as he does that Gosei is incredibly fucking useless as a mentor. Noah has to change things around here, if they're going to succeed in battle.

Noah’s just gonna have to be careful about rocking the waters. He does have one massive fucking secret he has to hide, after all.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, connect to another source instead

In which Power Rangers Megaforce actually gets to utilize the "returning rangers as mentors" motif that Super Megaforce tried and failed to accomplished- plus an exploration of an Unbonded/aromantic main lead in Noah (and plenty of cameos from your favorite veteran rangers that didn’t get their post-season cameos in canon)!

#aletterinthenameofsanity #fanfic #ao3 #power rangers #power rangers megaforce #noah carver #cam watanabe #rose ortiz #aromantic #aromantic noah #ACTUAL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IN MEGAFORCE #AND SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE RANGER CAMEOS!!!

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 23

We're close to ending the slow burn, some angst in between and done! Till then, here's a small cameo, her involvement in her work and lots of fluff. Sorry it's taking me long to upload and move this story forward! I just love slow burns.

Hope you all enjoy this! Comments are appreciated! If anyone would like to be added to the tag list, then can let me know!

Warnings: Physical assault, a cut out body part, mentions of dying and graves, mentions of cheating, cheesy chapter.

The sun was sinking into the ground. The orange rays kissed Y/N’s face as she stood waiting for Ben and Sebastian for their routine hang out. She was released from her class earlier that day, the only class she didn’t have with either of them. It was Ben’s day to plan out where they would be going this time, and he had been very secretive of the destination, though she suspected Seb knew. Coupled with the fact that they were both pretty late, she was furious. She heard a branch crunching behind her, and was about to turn around, before thinking otherwise. It couldn't have been her friends, they have a habit of announcing themselves as soon as they see her and she had not heard a voice shout, “Hey Buttercup,” anywhere.

Her ears focused on the footsteps hitting the ground. It was almost like the person was trying to walk on their toes but failing miserably. As soon as felt a body right behind her, she swung her elbow, hitting the person right in their nose. Then she stomped her foot on the person’s left one and was about to turn and take another hit before she heard a familiar voice laughing and another one groaning.

Who the fuck had she hit?

“Y/N, love. What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Oh, it was Ben. She had hit Ben. And she really shouldn’t have burst out laughing.

“Hey, I’m hurting here.” A muffled offended voice spoke out.

“You sound funny,” she replied, barely trying to control her laughing.

“Why would you attack me?”

“Why would you sneak up on me?”

Ben looked over his shoulders towards a rock, still a hand on his nose, where their best friend was leaning and laughing. He looked like he was having the time of his life and to be fair, he was. Seb had even created a whole story of this event he was going to tell Y/N and Ben’s kids. He was that much sure that these oblivious idiots were getting married. He had even thought of all the fun he would do with his godchild, though telling them would cause them both to turn deep red faster than he can say yeet.

Sebastian came from his place, walking clumsily due to his drunk in laughter state, and held up his hands in defense, “I dared him.” He at least had the decency to look sorry, though the mischief twinkling in his ocean blue orbs told a completely different story.

“Stupid, both of you. You alright Benny?”

He let out a groan, “I’m gonna die. You killed me. Seb, tell the world how great a friend I was.” For even more effect, Ben dropped to his knees, clutching his abdomen—I didn’t even hit you there—, “Tell them our adventures, dreams. And on my grave, write, ‘Killed by two malicious traitors.’ Tell them how you both conspired and murdered me and cruelly laughed…while I…while I took my last…breath.”

He finished his words with a deep exhale and laid flat on the ground, resembling a starfish. Sebastian yelled a long ass “Noooooo,” while Y/N dropped to her knees beside him, resting his head on her lap. They took some flowers, dropped them near Ben, and wiped a few fake tears. Y/N discreetly clicked a picture, mimicking the meme.

They couldn’t take it anymore, and burst out laughing.

Ben still laid down, he was no longer laughing, no. He was admiring the way the sun rays highlighted Y/N’s features. How it shone brightly in her eyes. How the rays fit her face like a mask. How her eyes crinkled as she laughed, her head thrown back, bright orange rays peeking through the mesmerizing curtain of her hair. He had found a reason to come back from the dead.

Sebastian noticed him staring, and smiled to himself. He was still a little disappointed to see Y/N being oblivious to the love shining in Ben’s dark eyes. It was like light going into a black hole, disappearing inside. He decided it had been going long enough and loudly cleared his throat. In his observation he wasn’t able to see them leaning towards each other at a turtle’s pace. He does ship them hard but Seb sometimes accidentally cockblocks them.

“Seriously though, is it hurting much?”

“I guess so. Kiss it better?”

Who was Y/N to deny him that? And so, she bent down and placed a light kiss on Ben’s nose, followed by Seb. They both laid down beside him, smiling and did not notice when they succumbed to their tired state.

The thorough scolding the next day was still worth it.

Y/N felt cherry on her lips, a body pressing against her. Plump lips were on hers, moving in sync. Her eyes were closed, relishing in the feeling and she smiled into the kiss. The person had his hands on her cheeks, cupping her face oh so perfectly, and whispered sweet promises to her.

She finally opened her eyes, still dazed. What she saw made her back away horrified. She was expecting to see deep dark brown orbs…

Instead her gaze met with an ocean blue pair.

How had she landed here, you ask?

She was in a bliss to remember it. No, she hasn’t lost her memories again. She vaguely remembers getting a call from Sebastian calling her to Atlanta, claiming there was some work they needed to sort out. She went on the set with him, and the next thing she knew was his lips on her.

She really hated this aspect of her job.

Y/N didn’t mind kissing someone, it was for her work. But since she was casted as the love interest of Bucky Barnes, she had to share a kiss with the one person she thought of as her brother. The first time they had to lock lips, the awkwardness felt as if they had slept together in their drunken state. Still, they both handed it professionally. Although that did not stop them from teasing Ben.

They separated faster than lightning could strike on hearing the director’s words cutting the scene. Their mutual friend and co-star approached them, laughing. “You two look like kids getting scared of cooties.”

“Would’ve been even better if we were enemies Mackie.”

Anthony enthusiastically nodded. “And then it would’ve turned into an enemies to lovers fanfiction.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Anthony nodded, “It’s a classic, vanilla ice.”

Y/N had walked away hearing his words to let him continue his teasing on Sebastian. “You gonna tease Ben?”

“You know it. Want to help?”

He was met with another enthusiastic nod.

She definitely hated this part of her profession.

Y/N was currently on a FaceTime call with Ben, who was back home in London. She had received a call from Seb reminding her of her role and that they needed her for some quick reshoots. People knew of her supposed break (that was what everyone was being told) and how he thought getting out of the house for some time would be good. And here she was the next day, back on work.

Ben was telling her about the online interview he had to do today. “And then I introduced myself as Gineral instead of General…”

She was laughing along with him.

She was to stay for five more days. Initially, there was a little disappointment about not being able to see her new show with him, but the directors, after a lot of begging, cut down the time. Nevertheless, she was missing Ben. It was like she was in a relationship with him, thinking about him all the time. But she brushed it off as staying apart after too many days.

“You really need to release that video, Ben.”

An enthusiastic bark prevented him from responding.

“You fucking traitor!” She bellowed. “You brought Padfoot home?” Her tone was not going down.

Ben was avoiding her eyes, suddenly getting too interested in what the dog had to say. He watched as he calmly made him away towards Ben, completely oblivious to the growing frustration of his mother and propped himself on his lap. He lifted an ear as a greeting to Y/N, getting excited at seeing her there while Ben would only watch.

Ben decided to take another chance and started petting the dog while making sure it was in view of his laptop’s camera. He smirked in satisfaction seeing the smoke coming out from Y/N’s ears and slowly disappearing into thin air. She calmed herself down and lifted her hand to try and pet the canine through the screen. Padfoot, as if he could feel it, moved closer to the device and Y/N smirked triumphantly while the one Ben was sporting disappeared.

Her eyes sent a clear message, that’s what you get for betraying me.

Ben tried to defend himself, claiming he was feeling alone and needed some company, plus, he was missing Pads but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

While Padfoot went exploring, Ben apologized. After a lot of coaxing and promises to have Padfoot there when she returned, she finally forgave him.

Y/N was out in the market, browsing through when something in particular caught her eye. A mischievous twinkle shone in her irises when she brought the necessary item, her brain already formulating a plan.

She was returning home today and Ben insisted on picking her up, despite her protests. Sebastian was not returning with her due to the promotional work and while Y/N’s appearance was obvious in the show, it was different from what their audience would have expected. Hence, her promotional tasks, if there were any before, were shifted to be held after her character's appearance and were to be held online.

While Ben was putting away her last bag in the trunk, she decided to execute her plan. She carefully placed her bought item in the car and sat in the passenger seat, rubbing her hands wickedly, chuckles already escaping from her lips while imagining his reaction. She gathered herself and plastered a small greeting smile when she heard footsteps.

As expected, Ben did not initially look towards the place and only when he began to change the gear to reverse, did his hand come in contact with another one. It couldn’t have been Y/N, her hands were resting comfortably in her lap. He slowly looked down to see a bloodied hand clutching the gear and his own clutching the bloodied organ. His face twisted into many stages of fear, disgust and fear. He could not stop the involuntary scream that left his mouth. In his state, he wasn’t able to feel the material of his terrors he held and only looked at the blood that was now also coating his palms.

This is definitely going on the internet.

Y/N, who was happily pretending to type a message on her phone, while secretly filming Ben, looked over at him with a poker face before lips curled upwards and she started laughing. She really was thankful for her acting skills.

Perplexed, Ben questioned her, still not registering the situation.

“Feel the hand Benny.”

It was not flesh. It was actually one of those fake claw-y hand people use for Halloween decorations. He joined in with the laughter once realizing the situation.

At home, Y/N remembered the other item she had purchased and called him from the other room, “It better not be another hand.”

“You got me good, love,” his mind was already working on a revenge plan.

She gasped in mock offense, “Do you really think I will use the same tactic again?” She started scratching behind Pads’ ears to avoid looking at his reaction.

Ben opened the box to find a small silver coloured necklace. It was light silvery coloured on the sides and gray in the middle, with engravings on it. He held it as if it would break just from contact. He put it on, chills going at his neck when it met the cool metal. “It reminded me of you.”

Everything there did.

Ben thanked her with a crushing hug, and promised to never take it off. He could almost feel her gift clinking with the previous chain he was wearing, but had no intentions of taking any of them off. They were hidden by his shirt for now, and were his sense of comfort. While Y/N followed Pads out of the room to search for something to fill up her stomach, Ben’s hands involuntarily clasped both the necklaces in his palm. By the time Y/N returned with marshmallows, he had already suppressed his insecurities.

He would only take off the chain to remove the rings off it and place them on his and his soulmate’s fingers, the day she remembers.

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19 - Outside Country On

Everything Changed At 21

Part 20

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A few months later

Turning my alarm off I climbed out of the bed I entered the closet in a house my parents owned down south. They had bought some patch of land a years before I was born. Growing up my dad would take me hunting so I decided that Luke should bring the boys out here. Tying my cameo boots and shrugging on my jacket I opened my bedroom door. Entering the kitchen I saw Luke was helping Tate with his boots. "Y/n, you're coming with us!" Bo said with excitement when I picked up a crossbow since that was what I hunted with when I got my first deer. "Yes she is Bo Bo. She's gonna be our guide in a way." Luke grabbed the geer walking the trail into the woods away from the house. It had been a little while since I became the fiancee to a country singer. We hadn't started planing the wedding since it seemed easier to just be engaged for a year or so. Luke didn't want to pressure me and I didn't want to make him into marriage. Since it wasn't long that he had been divorced from Caroline. Stopping in my tracks I moved some leaves helping Bo get set up in the direction we hoped the deer would come from.

Luke and Tate sat across the road pressed up against another tree across the front us. Sitting with my back against the tree Bo sitting in between my legs. The crossbow was being held on a stand I had. Glancing over to my fiance he was telling his youngest what he was supposed to do. Tate was trying to get his very first deer this weekend. So I was letting him have that moment with his father. Laying my head back I closed my eyes for a few seconds Bo shakes my arm pointing out the sunrise rising through the trees with a smile. Leaves were falling ontop of us and it was an hour till we heard foosteps coming our direction. "Luke." I called in a whisper his direction so he does a few calls sounding like a doe. Bo holds the crossbow steady against his chest when we locked eyes on a nice six point buck. Another came around that looks like a four pointer. Luke helps Tate hold up the gun up against his chest whispering in his ear carefully instructions. "Which one you taken Bo?" I asked seeing his brother was already lined up on one of them. "The six." Carefully raising four fingers I pointed towards Tate knowing Luke would know what it meant.

Two shots went off at the same time but the gunfire from the gun rang through the woods. The four falls to the ground immediately. But the six runs off a little ways so Bo and I quickly got to our feet rushing forward. "There's a trail Y/n." He pointed to some light drops of blood going down the hill. Whipping my head around to Luke he was patting Tate on the back grinning. "We're gonna go find the other one." I told him before taking Bo's hand in mine and slinging the crossbow which I reloaded over my shoulder. My boots slide down the hill and I fall on my butt laughing a little. "I've got you. Y/n." Bo helps me to my feet where we kept walking to find the deer laying in a small creek. Pulling out my phone I dial Luke since we weren't going to be able to carry it up the hill. "Hey we found it. You and Tate bring yours down here and we'll do pictures." He replied hanging up quickly. "Copy that darling." Bo lifts up the head smiling at the deer when I bend down on a knee ruffling his hair like Luke does. He gives me a weird look where I asked. "What's up, Thomas?" He shrugged his shoulders giving me a weak smile. "Can we call you mom or is that weird?" Avoiding his gaze for a moment I suck in a breath not sure what to say.

Luke and I hadn't had the discussion on them calling me mom yet. I assume we would do it after the wedding or something. "You can call me whatever you want, kiddo. I know you're daddy won't mind." Luke and Tate finally make it down so I had the boys sit behind their kills with the weapon laying in front of them. Luke stands beside me until I shoved him forward holding my phone up to take the picture. "Get in there, cowboy." The three gave me a smile until Luke grabbed me by my belt tugging me down with them on the ground. He holds up the phone so we could all get in the selfie. It took us a few hours to get the deers all taken care of but thankfully we ended up sitting around the campfire Luke had done. Luke wrapped his arms around me with me sitting on his lap hearing me humming a random toon to myself. "What are you singing over there, hmm?" Shrugging my shoulders my hair falling loose down my shoulders I saw his guitar leaned up against his chair. "I think I just got an idea for a song. Give me the guitar.." He picked it up handing it to me where I started playing it since he had it tooned already. "People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country. What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots? Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies? Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth. You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain. Or a plowboy waitin' on the rain. We're all a little different, but we're all the same. Everybody doin' their own thing."

"I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve. On a no cab tractor hauling them bales. Backing in boats, fishing limb lines. Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines. Step side cover down in peanut dust. Friday night spotlighting, that was us. It might not've been you, but I can't judge. Just be proud of what makes you country." Luke caught onto what I was doing so he puts his hand over mine playing the guitar with me. "Does it run in your blood? Did it come from your daddy and mama?. Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio? That feels so right. Did you lock eyes with a little green-eyed girl from Jackson? Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know. Me, I got my Sunday learning in a Live Oak church. Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt. Waiting for the fall to finally come along. So I can grab by gun and get my outside on." Tate and Bo had gotten up to start dancing around the burning fire howling like wolves at the moon.

Luke and I grinned up at each other still singing the song together. He looked handsome in the fire light making me smile. "Might be from a city or a little farm town. Whatever kind of square that you drove around. Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down? You know you gotta let it out. I got my dirt road cred back when I was twelve. On a no cab tractor hauling them bales. Backing in boats, fishing limb lines. Running bird dogs through them Georgia pines. Step side cover down in peanut dust. Friday night spotlighting, that was us. It might not've been you, but I ain't judging. Just be proud of what makes you country." He leans forward kissing me quickly ignoring the boys sounds of disgust before finishing the new song. "Whatever makes you country. You do your kinda country. They doing they kind of country. I do my kind of country. Whatever makes us country." Luke sits the guitar down wrapping his arms around my waist. I lay my head on his chest sighing in relief watching the stars above us until we got tired.

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