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madhare0512 · 2 years

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Escape the Night, Escape the Memories

a small bit about the Survivors and how they work within the mafia!verse. it’s sort of like ETN is there, but also... not. The Savant is also not in this (though he is a Survivor), he lost his mind after going through three different slaughters and ran off in a panicked fit. the other Survivors meet up once or twice a week to talk about everything that happened. also!, Tiv is the only one who made it out of the Circus. so he’s kind of double fucked in the sence that he doesn’t have a partner and the only other person who knows about everything ran off after losing his mind.

the good news is, i have a plan for this. the bad news is, you have to wait for it.

content warning: ptsd, anxiety, death mentions, spoilers for Escape the Night (seasons 1, 2, 3), exessive drinking

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Tiv doesn’t usually sneak away from his brother. He doesn’t have to, of course, he’s allowed to come and go as he pleases. It’s just hard for him to admit that he’s going to what amounts to “grief counselling” for him and the other Survivors of the slaughterings.

Tiv ignores the shiver up his spine, ignores how it feels like he’s betraying his second family by not telling them. How is he supposed to tell them? Hey, I’m Tiv Setter, you’re long-lost twin brother. I have memory issues stimming from an accident when I was younger, and chronic anxiety. Oh and, by the way, I died and was magically revived!

How are you supposed to tell your brother and your secondary family that?

So, Tiv just doesn’t say anything. He only tells his brother that he’s going out and he’d be back later. He goes out, making sure he isn’t followed, and ducks down ally-ways to the Warehouse District. There, he meets old friends.

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He’d met Nali in a bar one night. He was getting drunk, despite his policy to never touch alcohol, and trying to forget the memories of what he’d been through and what he’d done. Nali had found him, had recognized that haunted look in his eyes.

She sidles up to him at the bar stool and asks. “You know Sav?”

Tiv startles, then glancing over, he nods. “Knew him,” he replies. “He’s gone now.” Tiv knocks back another shot, grimacing at the burn.

Nali hums. “The alcohol doesn’t do much. Not in the long-run. I have a few friends, we’ve been meaning to reach out-”

Tiv laughs, high and reedy. “It dulls the senses for a while,” he interrupts. “That’s all I need.”

The woman sighs. “You’ve had enough for tonight,” she says softly. She takes the shot glass out of his hand and waves the bartender away. “It’s time for you to go home.”

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Tiv had followed her back then, just like he’d follow her now. Just like he’d follow any of them now. The truth was, Tiv trusted the four of them more than he trusted himself. More than he trusted anyone, even his own brother.

It sounds terrible, he knows. But these people, they’ve seen him at his worst, when he was drunk and screaming about a Strongman or a Snake woman. Or that time he was concocting antidotes in his kitchen at 3am because he’d had a nightmare and thought he was still in the Circus. Or that time he was investigating a case that was remarkably like the cheerleader with the control collar.

These people have seen him in just about every state of being, sleeping, awake, half-asleep, angry, drunk, sad, and more. They’ve watched him cry his eyes out over losing Jet and throw things across the room because he wasn’t able to protect Trouble.

Tiv loves his group and he knows they’re always going to be there for him. He’s always going to be there for them as well.

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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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stop flirting with the nurse, it’s embarrassing.

it’s hard to act cool if james’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate.

tags: james potter x gn!reader,, modern au,, hospitals,, nurse!reader,, remus pov,, melodramatic sirius and peter,, fluffy,, crack(?),, short around 1.3k wc,, no mentions of y/n

a/n: contrary to the title, there are no flirting just james being awkward lol,, i have no idea about the process of how vital checking goes sorry,, finding photos for this probably took longer than writing the fic itself rip.

it is to be noted that remus, resignedly, accepted it was only a matter of time before james got hospitalized for his recklessness.

now, with sirius and peter on either side of him, they wait for james to gain consciousness from his surgical procedure. it was a minor one, hardly one that needed 24/7 surveillance that sirius begged him to be a part of nor is the blubbering phone call from peter about james dying. the doctors even said he could be discharged the same day, if he woke up within the hour or so.

but remus is nothing but a people-pleaser. so, he stayed to watch over james as sirius requested and comforted peter that their loud, obnoxious (/fond) friend will wake up soon.

the room ridiculously quiet, a word rarely used as an adjective if they were involved, but it was. the only sound in the room, is the constant slow stream of the heart monitor and james’ soft breathing. remus can attribute this peace that the unnecessarily frantic and ballistic duo has now gone to sleep on the hospital’s stiff couch.

your head poked in first through the curtain before offering the gentlest smile and a silent request for you to come closer. you had been nothing but kind and attentive, to the point you were somewhat spoiling his overdramatic friends and their bemoaning about death and pain.

acknowledging their concerns with facts, reassurances, and empathic smiles. though he couldn’t miss the twitch of your lips as you try and stop, what remus imagines is a bellowing laughter at their dramatic reactions over james’ “demise.” not that remus blames you if you did let out a little laugh, it was getting theatric for a simple, small, and successful surgery. but he understands that professionalism comes first, such reactions might not be appropriate.

“well, everything seems fine here. your friend should be waking up anytime soon, if he does, don’t hesitate to ring us over so we can have him checked and he can be discharged. but before i leave the room, do you want me to do anything for you, any questions or concerns?” you say, voice gentle and firm

“no, we’re good, thank you.”

you nodded and gave a pretty smile, “okay then.”

you adjusted the curtain to close it fully, giving a stirring james and the sleeping visitors some privacy.

it wasn’t long before james woke up, groaning and stretching as if he had just been napping. albeit, a little delirious still, from the anesthesia no doubt.

he had opened his eyes now, unnaturally drooping and hazed, remus reached over and thwacked sirius and peter on their heads, “james’ awake.” he hums, giving nothing but an innocent looking smile as they glare for their rude awakening.

any sort of complaints from the smack quickly died out when they saw james, crowding over him and hugging him as if he’s been gone for 3 years and not 3 hours.

peter grabs james’ hands and recounts his experience of how he heard the news (from a text). at the same time with sirius exclaiming,

“oh, i’m so relieved you’re alright!” sirius cries, cradling james’ head to his chest, nuzzling through the knotted mass of curls to which remus only rolls his eyes at the theatrics of it all.

leaving remus no choice but to call you back into their section and have him checked for the last time.

“i’m fine,” james rasps, giving a sleepy smile and sluggishly patting both of the melodramatic thespians as comfort.

he looked fine, his hair no doubt knotted, his lips cracked dry but still rosy-cheeked.

when you arrived, sirius and peter have behaved themselves to sit down on the chair beside james’ bed. you slid the curtains fully, letting the light into their area. the fluorescent lights behind your head creating a soft halo as you kindly smile at james.

he looked to be stuck in a dazed trance. eyes still drooping but wider than when he first woke up, mouth slightly open, and body seemed to be frozen in place.

at first, remus thought of this due to the lingering effects of anesthetics but heard james’ heart rate steadily increase in speed.

the beeping machine seemingly louder now than before.

“hello, james. how are you feeling?” you hum, walking to go near him to do your routine check up.

the beeping seem to have picked up in speed as you neared his bed.

remus looked to the others to see if they noticed. the three of them, doing their best to cover their mouths to muffle their laughter.

“..’m fine..” james mumbled, starry-eyed gaze stuck to your face as you check his file and vitals.

“no pain? or headaches? any discomfort?” you ask, jotting down notes.

“jus’ perfect. ” he said, sounding a bit breathless.

the beeping was just going incrementally faster, the nearer you go to him.

you look at the monitor, face looking confused and worried all the same. “is it okay if i touch you? i’m just going to check on something really quick.”

the beeping stops for 2 whole seconds before continuing its raging beats. by now the three boys are having a field day, face red from the silent laughter and disbelief.

his heart literally skipped a beat, what even is this guy really? remus amusedly thinks to himself.

james couldn’t seem to say anything but give a measly nod. you grab your stethoscope, and listened to his raging heartbeat to see if anything was wrong. but james’ heart rate just seemed to have gained more momentum as you gently place your hand on his shoulder.

you move away, and slowly the heart rate slowed down, but still fast enough that you looked at him in slight concern.

“your heart rates a bit fast,” you noted, looking straight at him.

james’, oh sweet james, cheeks bloomed a glowing red and bashfully looked down.

you wrapped the stethoscope around your neck again and gave him a sweet, reassuring smile, “but other than that, everything looks to be in order. i’ll bring over the papers you have to sign and then you guys are free to go.”

when you finally walked away, james heart rate seemed to slow down to the normal speed once more. lolling his head to the side, as he groans in utter embarrassment and self-loathing.

“what is wrong with me?” he groans, cheeks still aflame.

sirius smirks, “your usual weakness to utter babes, that’s what.”

“your heart was going so fast i thought it was going to pop.” peter gushed laughing.

james playing with his starchy blanket, muttering lowly, “you think the pretty nurse heard that?”

the boys snorts out a laugh,

“i think the whole bloody hospital heard it mate,” remus cackled.

you came into view again, attending to another patient checking their vitals. offering the same kind of glowwy smile you gave them not a minute ago.

and because james just loves torturing himself, his gaze lands on you again. the same dazed look, body frozen but his eyes actively following your every move. the boys heard his heart rate—the beeping sounds picking up again.

this time sirius couldn’t stop his bark of laughter, causing you to look over them, curious.

your gaze connecting with james for a solid second.

they heard the monitor give another long pause before resuming its fast beeps. remus shook his head laughing, telling you not to worry.

you give remus a small nod, before looking over at his flustered friend, giving james a smaller, but somehow the sweetest smile you showed all day and abashedly looking away.

and james looking undeniably enamoured by your brief exchange. letting his tongue wet his dry lips as a giddy, rather boyish smile erupts from his face.

hopefully, this doesn’t give james more reason to be reckless and get himself admitted to the hospital more often. but if he does, at least it’ll be a funny story.

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darkinfinity · 1 month

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Hi, happy 28th! I decided to join the 28th appreciation, so here are all the fics I read and enjoyed in the past month! Fics are organised by word count :)

🌷Tell me it's the strongest shape by @louandhazaf (E, multi, 73k)

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others.

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

🌷A crown of heartache by WordsInBloom28 (E, 70k)

The Royal Tail: an alpha den, a strip club, a place where secrets are concealed and consent is medicated. It’s also the place Harry has been trapped for the last three years.

Through luck or fate, Harry finds his way to Louis, a kind alpha who offers safety and comfort. After being freed from the confines of the den, Harry struggles to shake the darkness from his past.

He has a choice to make. Live in a mental prison of his own making or find the strength within himself to face his demons head on with Louis at his side.

🌷In the still of the night by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 68k)

In a society where omegas are expected to follow a predetermined path, Louis strives for more; for his voice to be heard, for recognition, for true love.

In a world where your past defines your future, Harry fights against the system; for equality, for a different life, for acceptance.

When their two worlds collide, will they be beaten down by conformity or will they rise up and forge a new path together?

OR the Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

🌷Chasing, searching, dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (E, 46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

🌷Four, five, finished? by @beanno28 & @lalalaartje (E, multi, 45k)

Now that they've all settled down in their relationship dynamic, Zayn, Harry and Louis agree it's time for the next step. A new phase in their lives, so to speak. They're having a baby! Or well. That's the plan. As usual for the three of them, nothing goes as planned.

Adjustments have to be made, emotions have to be lived through and discussed and all in all, our three boys need to buckle up for the ride and hope to reach their final destination without major figurative car crashes.

🌷A hopeless connection by @parmahamlarrie (E, 34k)

In a world where everyone has a soulmate, what do you do when you don’t have one?

As soon as Louis Tomlinson was born, his Timer, the one that determined when he would meet his soulmate, was already at zero. He’s spent the last twenty-five years of his life looking for that void to be filled with faceless strangers. Can he still find love?

🌷Santa baby honey by @sadaveniren (E, 29k)

“Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?”

aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

🌷Thespian sweetheart by orchidsinnewyork (16k)

Harry definitely was not. He’d stopped listening.

Across the room, someone had caught his eye.

The stranger’s light brown hair fell into wisps, framing his mask. His cheekbones could be seen even with half his face covered, and his slender fingers were brushing along the buttons of his coat. He was smiling even though he had no one in company. He seemed to glow as he stood under a chandelier, the fragments of glass reflecting bursts of light onto his frame.

Harry had never seen someone like that before. He’d been staring for too long, completely ignoring Count Paris as his gaze focused on the stranger. And he hadn’t realised it until the stranger turned his head, and their eyes met.

Harry saw his lips part, and curled into a small smile as he removed his mask. Staring back at Harry were a pair of brilliant blue eyes, twinkling at him like twin stars. The stranger winked at him, and his head felt giddy.

Uni AU where Harry participates in a Theatre production, and is supposed to perform a stage kiss that winds up becoming quite real. Featuring awkward encounters, insane dreams, OT5 and peanut butter.

🌷I'll look after you by @elmeiko88 (M, 15k)

I mean, when Harry inherited his late uncle's hybrid, he didn't necessarily expect this...

Where Louis is a nice hybrid cat who's never lived with anyone but an old man, and who discovers the freedom of living with Harry...

🌷I dig your cinema by @silverstuff50 (E, 13k)

It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career.

It's just that he wanted to watch it on his own, in his flat, with a soft blanket, beer, ice cream, and a large box of tissues.

🌷licking sugar off taboos, we pour wild honey and wine over the walls by @larentslovebot (E, 10k)

Louis Tomlinson is a big name in the industry. A lyrical mastermind, who does not appear in public and dedicates his existence to music. Deciding to find aspiring musicians for his label, he expected to tutor young talents and make them the next heads of show business. What he didn't expect was to meet Harry Styles, omega with attitude and a captivating scent.

🌷Woke up feeling knotty by @jaerie (E, 8k)

Beta Louis has a kink for knotting and the secret aesthetic porn blog he runs about it is more than proof. When he accidentally finds out his alpha best friend Harry is one of his biggest fans, he knows he has to come clean after everything that has already happened between them. Harry just might be willing to help him out anyway.

🌷I'll keep you warm by @parmahamlarrie (T, 6k)

Louis is the kind of guy who keeps his head down and minds his own business. He’s lived on the same street for years and barely would recognize the buildings, let alone his neighbours. That’s all about to change however, due to a broken key and an unexpected snow storm.

🌷Pretty and preposterous by @brightlyharry (5k)

Harry donates a copy of Pride and Prejudice to his little free library. He never expects what comes next.

🌷What the silence said by @larrysballetslippers (E, 3k)

“Our lives were just beginning, our favourite moment was right now, our favourite songs were unwritten. ‘Love is a mixtape’, Rob Sheffield.”

Or, Louis has tried to ask Harry, the quiet and cute librarian at his local library, out for some time. He never expected that quoting Harry's favourite books work so well for him. A very silent Valentine's day fic.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #april fic rec #larry fanfiction

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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sorry im coping with aus again oopsie daisy. anyway here's my take on a fantasy au

it all started with me rewatching the D&D movie and thinking "hm. what (broad) classes would the neighbors have?"

and after much thinking i came to the conclusion: Barnaby = Bard / Eddie = Paladin / Sally = Sorcerer / Julie = fighter / Frank = monk / Howdy = Artificer / Poppy = Healer / Wally = 'Wizard'

those seem fitting! BUT i don't like restrictions or rules so in this very light worldbuilding for a casual (strongly glaring at myself here) CASUAL au, it's only dnd-esque. not actually dnd yk yk

in my head, they're not technically puppets for this au. they're flesh and blood, they've got bones, etc. they're actual Creatures, though they still look like Them! Julie's still pink w/ candy-corn-horns! Frank is still a gray tube! Barnaby is a big blue dog! they're just... not puppets. it's the same for the other beings in this fantasy world - they all keep the style, but they're all flesh n' blood if that makes sense. a cartoony fantasy world

so they have their little found family adventuring group titled, of course, The Neighborhood. because when they were first forming, Wally went "oh! are we a neighborhood? i've always wanted neighbors!" and it Stuck. so they all lovingly refer to each other as neighbors, even though the closest they get to being actual neighbors is pitching their tents next to each other & staying at an Inn in neighboring rooms

like your classic group of adventurers, they're almost constantly on the move. the longest they stay in one place is a couple of months - the rest of the time they're wandering! they take quests, get roped into general Shenanigans, etc. they adventure! and get into a lot of battles of varying severity

so Barnaby is still kiiiiind of a bard? best i can describe him is jack-of-all-trades moral support! he provides battle music, keeps the mood light, and stands off to the side to offer quips and tips. he prefers not to fight, and only Gets Involved when the others need Backup. even then, he usually takes the role of defending his neighbors. he has a good eye for whether or not physical support is needed - he never needs to be asked when there's a legitimate need for him! unless he's thoroughly distracted from the goings-on. he does have magic, but it's more for show / defense-based

Eddie's still pretty classically a paladin. healing powers, armor, there to be on the front lines and Protect! the group's sword and shield! he technically serves a god but he forgot who <3 he just makes the occasional general offering and mumbles some vague prayer. he's super friendly! super helpful! super willing to dive into the line of fire! Will disregard his own safety without a second thought! his magic is pretty much restricted to healing, and it's weak healing at that (maybe because he can't properly serve his god...), so it's mostly good for quick mid-battle heals and little wounds. temporary fixes!

Sally has innate fire/light magic, and she's very showy with it! she puts Flair and Pizazz into all of her casts and is very dramatic on the battlefield - she manages to turn her fights into a performance. She tag-teams keeping the Neighborhood entertained with Barnaby. he handles the humor/lightheartedness, she handles the escapism/encouragement. she writes scripts & stories in her off-time, and often reads them (or spins a new one) after dinner. when they have weeks / month breaks in one spot, sometimes she'll recruit local thespians to create a play

Frank is all about that hand-to-hand combat babey! he wants to feel bones break under his fists! he wants those split knuckles! he very often starts fights, and even more often finishes them - what he lacks in raw power he makes up for in vicious tenacity. he just Keeps On Going! he seconds as the group's Knowledge Guy. while his hobby is studying insects, he also catalogues/studies monsters and enemies and terrain so that the Neighborhood can always be prepared. the only time he stays out of fights is when he's researching or note-taking. he tries to micromanage the battle from afar anyway

Julie is like... put a druid, a fighter, and a barbarian in a blender. she's got a big sword! she's got seemingly endless energy in battle! she can talk to plants, especially flowers! her flora magic is very minor, so it's not like she's making giant roots burst out of the ground and strangle people. but plants can give her information, and if she asks nicely and they feel like it, sometimes they'll help her out. in battle she's a force to be reckoned with! nothing will stop her and her sword! she's usually the second (closely following Frank, with Eddie hot on her heels) Neighbor charging into battle - but she's the one with the stellar war cry! & where Sally and Barnaby tend to the Neighborhood's emotional wellbeing & entertainment, Julie keeps things fresh with Physical Activities during their downtime!

Poppy is a powerful healer! she draws on an individual's energy (often taps into her own as well) to convert it into healing power. it's draining but it's damn good healing! she also takes the role of the Neighborhood's cook (the others still like to help, especially Frank who is essentially her sous-chef) and makes sure they're all healthy. she hangs back during battles, waiting to (and hoping that she doesn't have to) heal a wounded Neighbor. if one of them is badly hit, she forces herself to run into battle and drag them to safety before working on their injury. she has a tiny bit of illusion magic, which she'll cast from afar to assist her Neighbors. she tries not to use it outside of emergencies - it takes a lot of energy, which she tries to conserve just in case.

Howdy has Zero Magic! none! four hands and none of them are magical! however, he's a damn good inventor & a whiz at potion making. he can Use magical items like there's no tomorrow - he just can't wield it himself. he supplies the group with potions, helpful items, all sorts of goodies - given that they can trade for it with anything he'd accept in-canon. the only exception is when they're mid-battle - he hands stuff out when needed without haggle. he supplies the group with their cash when they're not getting it from looting/quests - he has a magic backpack that can unfold into a fully-stocked merchant stall! he sells at towns, on the road, anywhere he can! In battle he hangs back with Poppy and, yes, supplies items, but he also uses ranged attacks - magical weapons that cast for him, magic 'bombs', that sort of thing! but there's a little secret - he's the Neighborhood's secret weapon. he invented fantasy guns! four magic revolvers that, when the 'second safety' is turned off, multiply into a giant clusterfuck of guns (with ammo ranging from magic 'bullets' to essentially rocket launchers). unfortunately he can only use this setting once & for a limited time before the guns overload & have to be manually repaired. so he either uses them off of the first safety (i.e, they're 'normal'), or not at all. you know shit is Really hitting the fan when he joins a fight

and Wally! Wally Wally Wally... you may have noticed that i put his class 'wizard' in quotes. that's because he says he's a wizard, but he's not! he just says he's one due to the automatic stigma and fear of what he really is - a Warlock! his patron is Home, an eldritch horror that many would classify as a demon. they have a very special, codependent pact that neither of them can live without - Wally wears their 'seal' as a house-shaped pendant on a choker (necklace) hidden under his clothes. Home is extraordinarily powerful, but Wally barely taps into that power. he has a grimoire that Home inscribed with a bunch of sigils that convert into spells when drawn & then cast in the air. the only other powers he uses are seeing-in-the-dark, seeing-magic, and opening teleportation doors! Wally can't sleep, but he can doze - though he's never fully unaware of his surroundings (its kind of like how dolphins only sleep with one half of their brain). he still eats with his eyes, which both feeds him & acts as a form of providing daily energy to Home, since Home can't exactly consume souls every day. If Wally uses too much magic, he has to rest inside of Home's house-form, which is the only time he actually fully sleeps. no one knows about Home, or that Wally is lying about his wizard status.

Home is a lovecraftian being with three forms. the first is the lowest power level - a cute one-room house with Eyes! i.e: Home Classic! Wally's pendant unfolds into it, and it's the main way Wally and Home physically interact & communicate. the second is possession - if Wally explicitly allows it, Home can completely take over his body and kind of 'tuck him away' to have a nice deep nap while Home takes the reins (Home can technically force this, but it's very difficult and would not go over well w/ Wally - it would also be an unstable possession). the third is Home's true form - a massive shadowy eldritch monster made of writhing darkness and nightmares that no one in their right mind would look at, let alone fight. Home has very complicated feelings about Wally & the Neighborhood. they are also, quite literally, Wally's heart - which is part of their pact.

i have some scene ideas & little Plot Concepts (most notably the times the Neighborhood learns two Very Big Secrets about Wally, one of which being the warlock/Home reveal).

but yeah that's moooostly it. basic stuff yk, not very in depth! just fun things to feed my maladaptive daydreaming & escapism

#warlock-masquerading-as-a-wizard wally is fun #cause youve got this funny little guy! in his little wizard outfit and his staff and classic wizard eccentricities!#but he has a lovecraftian horror curled up in his chest excited for its next opportunity to consume souls #home when making wally's body: ah fuck how do people eat again??? with their eyes right??? that sounds right... thats how i eat...#home a week later: shitshitshit their MOUTHS they eat with this Mouths goddamn it.... too late to fix it now #cut to wally internally panicking while watching other people drink/eat normally #hm i Realized that like... half the Neighborhood more often than not doesn't outright fight #poppy hangs back. howdy hangs back. barnaby rarely joins. frank is often busy researching #and then you've got eddie & julie going full-tilt nonstop absolutely mowing down enemies like there's no tomorrow. sword besties <3 #wally and Sally casting from the middle ground...#wh fantasy au #maybe the howdy enthusiast in me is jumping out lately but hes soooo good in this au i swear #he's out here bargaining over a potion with his own neighbor mid-battle #bc he Will be funny about it when the stakes aren't high #forcing them to go through transactions even though he'd give the goods to em anyway #him vibing with poppy & barnaby while explosions go off in the background #and then when shit hits the fan he gets to be a Certified Badass and whips out the big guns with the cockiest grin you've ever seen #hes fun. i love him.#they're all fun. i love them.#home & wally make me especially Ough in this au. their relationship is so messy and you literally cannot have one without the other

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leafy-mints · 26 days

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Jujutsu Kaisen Theatre AU Character Page

Just a few character headcannons for my AU.

Satoru Gojo

head director!

the drama teacher.

has his bfa & does some acting at the community theatre.

loves the stage & wants to share that with the future generations so he became a drama teacher.

definitely the type to post callback lists & cast lists LATE ASF 😒.

Suguru Geto

co-director & choreographer!

gojo's assistant some days.

doesn't work at the school, but he does pop by often to help gojo out.

got a minor in dance cause he was bored, but he lowkey loves it 😭.

always comes to help to choreo for the school's productions.

Kento Nanami

set builder!

gets hired to do most of the set building.

very good in woodworking & really makes set ideas come to life.

Ieiri Shoko

set manager!

an art teacher at the school.

her & toge do pretty much all of the painting & set design.

they do the sketches, run them by gojo, & get to work 🙏🏽.

Yuuji Itadori

actor!

a track athlete that's always wanted to try drama & doesn't get taken seriously at first since he's a jock.

actually does really good & gets a lead.

juggles both extracurriculars, but his heart is honestly more on the stage.

gets incredibly emotional on closing nights.

Megumi Fushiguro

crew member!

doesn't like all the attention from being in the spotlight, but loves all the technical stuff about the stage.

mainly does lights.

an excuse to focus on a certain someone 🌚...

assistant stage manager.

gets a little emotional on closing nights & posts about it a lot.

Nobara Kugisaki

actress!

runs the drama club's instagram account.

a true thespian honestly.

she's loved the theatre since she was young.

she's an incredible actress & has hella stage experience.

does great with any role she's given; she's pretty versatile.

SOBS on closing night, like she cries as soon as the curtains close.

Toge Inumaki & Panda

crew members!

the two most efficient crew members at that.

everyone fears for the productions after they leave.

panda is the head stage manager, so he does a bit of everything.

but mainly curtains & set moving.

toge mainly paints & draws set ideas.

don't get super emotional until their senior show.

they honestly just start planning for the next show/possible shows.

Yuta Okkotsu

actor!

definitely a theatre nerd

he becomes a different person when he preforms & honestly dissociates a little while he's on the stage (real).

a very versatile actor. give him any role & he'll deliver!

he gets so nervous pre-show & auditions though.

not-so-fun-fact: every opening night he either has a panic attack or throws up :(

toge or maki are always there to help him through that though.

Maki Zen'in

actress!

contrary to popular belief, she actually got really into theatre.

mai & her were originally forced into it by their parents, but maki's determination to be better in it than mai oddly made her love it.

she's a very serious actress though & doesn't bullshit AT ALL.

so she gets EXTRA stressed during tech week, anything going wrong just sets her off. it's never pretty 🙁.

if you liked this & wanna see more, here's my JJK Theatre AU Masterlist!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #toge inumaki #panda jjk #itafushi #theatre au #jjk theatre au #jjk theatre au 🎭#leafy writes ✍🏽

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darlingkirstein · 3 months

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thespian’s coquetry 🎭 — act i, scene iii (eremika)

broadway actor eren x costume designer mikasa. chapter three.

beta read by: @likesunsetorange 🧡

#eremika #darlingkirstein fics #fic writing #my fic #thespian’s coquetry #theatre au #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eremika fic

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changbinisms · 8 months

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Coup De Grâce - Park Seonghwa x reader (Part Two)

coup de grâce

/ˌkuː də ˈɡrɑːs/

Noun

A final blow or shot given to kill a wounded person or animal.

An action or event that serves as the culmination of a bad or deteriorating situation

wc: 1,971

Royalty au / Arranged marriage au

contains: angst, time period specific discrimination, misogyny, classism. more will be added as the series progresses.

this work is not proofread (as usual)

feedback is welcome and encouraged

[a/n: this fic may not be entirely time period accurate, but it will contain time period specific discrimination (i.e. misogyny and classism)]

As you strolled around the lavish gardens of your home, you tried to maintain your composure. Your mind was still reeling from what the prince had said. Whatever dream you had of a happy, loving family in your future was shattered within minutes of meeting Prince Seonghwa for the first time as your groom-to-be.

You thought back to your reaction – or lack thereof – there wasn’t much you could do or say, your mouth had hung agape before starting to wobble. You had quickly schooled your features before clearing your throat and giving as short; “If that’s what you so wish,”.

He didn’t give much of a reaction however you did notice his eyes widen and mouth part, just ever so slightly. Almost as if he didn’t expect for you to react that way. But you would be damned if you allowed him to get a petty reaction out of you, you weren’t raised that way, and you weren’t raised to let a man manipulate your emotions. You were compassionate and empathetic, maybe a little prone to daydreaming, but certainly not mutton headed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take a walk around the grounds. You’re welcome to accompany me,” you don’t even give him the chance to respond before you turn on your heel and make your way down the hallway, nodding to Seungcheol and Mingyu on your way.

Alas he had joined you after all, most likely to keep up appearances. He matched your pace, eyes trained forward. He must have taken thespian classes, you thought, either that our he had some sort of split personality because there was no way that this person was the same person that you saw at banquets.

Your skin itched for you to make small conversation, but you didn’t see why you should make an effort with someone that had no intention of properly getting to know you. You didn’t care for the opinion of other nobility, the lion doesn’t care for the opinions of sheep, as your father would say.

He seemed to be of the same mindset. You couldn’t decide if that was fortunate or not. The silence stretched on, so much that there was no way that you could try and ease the tension even if you wanted to, but the longer it went on, the more you felt the need to break the silence. But again, you refused out of sheer stubbornness.

You snuck sideways glances towards him occasionally, trying to suss him out. What reason was there for him to be so short with you? To the best of your knowledge, you hadn’t done anything indirectly to insult him. Had you done wrong by one of his friends? Maybe he held another in his heart and he intended to marry them but had those plans ruined by the arrangement set in place by both your parents.

Thankfully, you were relieved of your silent suffering shortly after by Hye-Jin making her way towards you.

“Your Highness,” she bowed at you both, “apologies for interrupting, however the King and Queen have requested that you both join them for supper,”

Wonderful. Just wonderful. At least you wouldn’t have to endure any more awkward silences (you hoped), since you would be in the presence of your families.

The journey to the banquet hall seemed to stretch on forever, almost as though Lady Luck had something against you. It took every nerve in your body to not take your heels off and make a mad dash down the hallways until you reached your destination. You hoped and prayed and were ready to start bargaining with whatever deity there was to end this suffering and tell you that it was all a prank, and you were never in this position to begin with.

Dinner passed without a hitch, making conversation with both Prince Seonghwa’s mother and your own about your upcoming nuptials. The most exciting thing to happen was hearing your father mention that the war between Felcrest and Aunroda that was happening far off towards the Western Isles had finally come to an end, although you didn’t quite catch who had risen as the victor, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You, however, refused to outwardly acknowledge it. If the prince wanted to play mind games, you weren’t interested.

Time seemed to fly by, who knew that preparing for a wedding was so time consuming… You unfortunately had to spend more and more time with Prince Seonghwa, to be fair, what did you expect? He is your intended after all.

All too soon, it was the day of your wedding had arrived… You felt like all you had done the night before was toss and turn, and what little sleep you did get was plagued with nightmares of being trapped in a loveless marriage like so many royals before you.

Deciding that sleep wasn’t an option, you decided to go for a walk, hoping that it would tire you out even a little. You didn’t pay much attention to where you were going, maybe if you didn’t put much thought into it, your brain would eventually allow you to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard a door open slowly that you realised you were in the hallway that the King and Queen of Rosefall along with Seonghwa were residing in for the duration of their stay. You remained silent, hoping that you weren’t about to be caught and scolding, something that had happened many times before (you distinctly remember your mother’s previous lady-in-waiting, a stuffy old woman who took far to much pleasure telling you off, chastising you for being awake at the time you were, deeming it ‘unladylike’ for whatever reason). What you saw shouldn’t have been as much of a surprise to you. If anything, you thought that you would happen across one of the royal family members sneaking out for the same reasons as you. However, what you saw was a handmaiden of the Queen of Rosefall leaving the prince’s room. It all added up. She was beautiful. No words could begin to describe her. It all made sense. You knew for a fact that she was smart and could converse in a way that would impress most nobility since Rosefall was rich in history and culture that was taught throughout their kingdom. If Prince Seonghwa had just explained that he had another in his heart, you would have understood. You could have worked something out. Instead you had been subjected to whatever the hell that was on the day he had first arrived.

Once the coast was clear, you quickly but silently made your way bad to your bedchambers, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

That morning left you no time to think, you had been practically ripped from your bed and forced into the bathtub, before being poked and prodded, and finally being helped into your wedding gown. All things considered, you made a beautiful bride (dark circles from the lack of sleep aside, of course). It almost made you wish that you were to be wed out of love, but alas, you weren’t that fortunate. You were doomed to a marriage of convenience like all the women that came before you in your family and even more unfortunately, there wouldn’t be much likeliness of you learning to love each other.

You barely remember being walked down the aisle by your father, you barely remember making your vows, sealing your marriage with a kiss, or dancing your first dance. You were currently sat at the long table, having taken a break from all the interacting, masking it as a need to have a drink from your goblet.

It was then that everything seemed to stop as there was a moment of fanfare and the master of ceremonies had announced; “His royal highness, Prince Wonwoo of the Moondust kingdom,”

Your heartbeat quickened. There was no way. It had been years since he had gone off to war. When he had stopped writing to you, you had assumed the worst. You grieved him.

As the doors opened, revealing the person standing behind them.

The man that emerged from the open doors looked like Wonwoo. But he was taller, more filled out than the scrawny (barely a) man that you had cried over. As he walked closer and closer, a genuine smile gracing his face, there was no denying that this was your best friend. It was a hard struggle to not run out of your seat and into his arms. Instead, you slowly stood as he greeted you.

“Hello, princess,” he laughed, his deep voice reaching your ears was a blessing. Another thing about him that was different. You wondered what else had changed. Did he still like to sing? Play the guitar? He was notorious for serenading the girls before he was sent off to fight.

Instantly, you pulled him into a hug, almost crushing him in your arms, “I missed you so much,”

At least one good thing came out of this. Aside from the alliance between Tuline and Rosefall of course.

“Would you grant me the honour of this dance?”

You nodded, not needing to think on it. You took his hand as he guided you to the dancefloor. Oh, how you wished that you were married to Wonwoo. Although it wasn’t a romantic love, if you had to be in a situation like this, you would have wanted it to be with your best friend, at least that way you would have a good foundation on which to build. But life doesn’t work that way of course.

Little did you notice that your now-husband was watching you both with a sour look on his face.

The moment you were dreading had finally arrived. The moment where you had no more buffers between you and Prince Seonghwa, that your time catching up with Wonwoo was cut short, and you were expected you consummate your marriage with the Prince of Rosefall.

Admittedly you both made a great pair, as your ability to play the part of excited newly weds was incredible. You were led to your resting quarters, that you suppose now belonged to the both of you, by your lady-in-waiting and Prince Seonghwa’s equerry. His arm was wrapped lightly around your waist as your head rested on his shoulder.

That was short-lived. The pseudo-love that you had portrayed to the wedding attendees ended abruptly as soon as the doors closed.

As you turned to ask the prince for some privacy to change out of your wedding clothes, you were cut off rather harshly.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, nostrils flaring. “Do you have any idea how it looks that you were throwing yourself at another man? A man that isn’t your husband!”

“Excuse me?!” you scowled “throwing myself? Not that any of this information is any of your business, I was dancing and reconnecting with my friend whom I haven’t seen for years, so you can keep your snarky opinions to yourself.”

His chest heaved, seemingly not happy with your response but remaining silent. Since he was still silent, you chose you continue on with your rant; “I don’t question what company you keep and who you allowed into your bed chambers, so you have no right to tell me how I interact with my friends. Moreover, in what way does it matter to you? You’re my husband in title and nothing more, remember?”

This seemed to render him speechless, the anger leaving his face, his shoulders easing the tension they held. He said nothing else as he backed away slightly, before changing his mind and making a beeline for the balcony doors, shutting them harshly behind him.

What a bizarre man.

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagine #seonghwa royalty au #seonghwa arranged marriage au #seonghwa fanfic #changbinisms writes #Coup De Grace

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telomeke · 6 months

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THE SIGN EPISODE 4 – MUCHNESS IN THE MIX (BUT THE NAGA AND GARUDA STILL PEEK THROUGH THE MUDDLE)

This episode of The Sign somehow managed to be a LOT and yet not quite enough (for me) at the same time.

After the languid pacing of Ep.3, set in far-off, semi-rural Nong Khai and punctuated only sporadically with moments of drama and foreboding, Ep.4 took a jarring tonal leap back into the darker, sleeker world of modern Bangkok as the boys got stuck into their day jobs as newbie investigators for a mysterious crime involving rape, abduction, torture, murder and media manipulation. 👀

Maybe it's just me, but the show is starting to show signs of having bitten off more than it can chew – with aspirations to being a fantasy, a procedural crime drama, a supernatural thriller, a comedy and a love story. Is it some of the above? All of it? At the same time? It's early days, but there are hints it may be going down the same meandering path trod by KinnPorsche, flailing in several directions on a whim. (At least KinnPorsche flailed with style, but I'm not sure The Sign has quite the luxury of a Romsaithong budget to ladle on the bucketloads of sugary gloss needed to make a ramshackle raft of uncohesive elements at least superficially appealing to the palate, if not exactly good for your soul.)

Don't get me wrong though. I think there is a place for the mixing and even blending of genres in media, and there is a long history of this in the Asian cinematic universe (what's coming to mind are Bollywood/Kollywood films in which a mafia tale can also be a love story and musical for example – echoes of KinnPorsche here, though most of KP's musical bits were tacked on in the after-concerts – and also Hong Kong movies of decades past where a martial arts movie could also be a slapstick comedy and nobody would bat an eyelid).

A culinary metaphor might be the easiest (laziest) way of making my point: the mile-long ingredient list and complex spicing of a curry may seem like you're inviting nothing but clashing and competition in the claypot, but careful dosing can stew them up into a sumptuous, unified result. And the myriad of ingredients in East and Southeast Asian noodle soups and flash stir-fries not only foreground contrasting textures and flavors in a single dish but actually celebrate them. Both approaches assert that artful assemblage and the right dosage can bring together disparate components (that might seem uneasy companions in their raw and uncombined state) to finish up with a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts.

I'm no media expert (necessary caveat inserted here) but I think The Sign needs quite a lot more finessing with all that it's taken on, and getting the proportions, mixing and balance correct will be the tricky bit given the wildly contrasting ingredients they've already added to the pot. I'm not convinced KinnPorsche got it right and I have concerns The Sign may slide down that slope too (if Ep.4 is anything to go by).

Even the acting is starting to betray the fact that Kruu A's assured directorial hand, so evident in the first three episodes, is possibly losing its grip on all the disparate threads and themes. (It's not too late for him to pull it back though, so I think the next two episodes or so will be critical to see if The Sign can live up to the promise of its first three episodes.)

I think this loss of control is especially noticeable in Billy's acting for Ep.4 – his thespian chops had been confident and dependable enough in Episodes 1 to 3 (even during the high tension fight scenes and especially during the quieter emotional interludes with Babe). But in Ep.4 he crossed the line repeatedly and was visibly overacting in almost every take. I'm guessing they needed to amp up the energy level of his portrayal since Phaya is supposed to be a hot-headed garuda after all. But I think the actorly resources currently at Billy's disposal don't quite allow him to pull off the bigger emotions and scenes with authenticity, not just yet anyway. (Babe showed characteristic restraint throughout though, and I thought he consistently did a good job.)

Unfortunately Billy wasn't the only one falling short in the acting department; the extras and bit players were also allowed to ham it up no end (yes, I'm sorry for the kid who was sexually assaulted, but the hysteria on display was jarringly and completely inauthentic, and drew more mockery to the predicament rather than sympathy, which is such a shame). 🤷‍♂️

Special mention also for the OTT expressions of the investigative group during each team meeting – they all appeared to be reacting exactly in unison to every turn of events, whether it was exaggerated focus on new findings, flinching in collective disappointment whenever their leads were thwarted, or looking around suspiciously and suddenly when it was suggested the murderer might be one in their midst. It looked far too much like a group of actors responding to instructions from outside in, rather than a team of individuals reacting from inside out, each with their own agency but choosing to align themselves as one. And this should have been weeded out by the director, since we know this team was largely able to deliver on the acting front in the first three episodes.

I stand with Inspector Akk whose confused expression in most of the group scenes seemed to be saying "What the hell is going on here?" 🤣

(above) "Inspector" Akk Akarat Nimitchai: "What is going on? Why am I here? Why did I listen to my agent? I am an Actor!"

Although this is probably just The Sign telling us that Akk knows more than he's letting on, and the newbies he's assigned are doing a far better job than he thought they would (and which is maybe not the desired outcome?). 🤔

Anyway the writers dialled back somewhat on the naga/garuda mythology in Episode 4 to shine more light on the NCIS-style criminal investigation, and this isn't doing The Sign any favors because the mythological themes roiling beneath the surface were what set this series apart in the first place and made it such a fascinating watch.

We still got to see some of it though. Whenever the naga and garuda's inner energies are especially stoked, the lighting often plays along (e.g., the brightly sparkling lights that accompany garuda Phaya charging up his batteries at Ep.1 [4/4] 14.20 and Ep.3 [2/4] 19.07, PhayaTharn's toilet encounter at Ep.2 [4/4] 9.12, the Mekong rescue at Ep.3 [2/4] 19.18, and Tharn's erotic dream of him and Phaya having shower sex at Ep.4 [2/4] 5.52). When it's fiery garuda Phaya and watery naga Tharn experiencing this together, the lighting dances between warm tones (suggesting the flames of the garuda) and cooler blues (suggesting the watery world of the naga).

I think that's why they made such a big deal with the blue and red lighting in this scene:

Phaya and Tharn have just survived an encounter with an armed and possibly insane killer. The flashing lights (blue for the marine naga, red for the fiery garuda) quite literally signal them recouping their respective beast energies after their near-death experience. (I also like that in the screenshot above, the light on Phaya is blue while the light on Tharn is red – each seems to be reflecting what the other is giving off. 👍)

There are also a few other examples of the naga and garuda dynamics in Episode 4, if we look a bit more closely.

Naga Tharn really had to fight to overcome his aversion to the flames in the abandoned mental facility (the Molotov cocktail is also I think a callback to the naga fireballs of the previous episode); garuda Phaya on the other hand breached the fire without a second thought.

But in hand-to-hand combat with the masked Molotov man (an agent of the malevolent naga out to get him and Tharn I suppose) Phaya is swiftly overcome – take a look at where they're fighting though (at Ep.4 [3‌/4] 12.25); it's a forest clearing right at the water's edge (with water being the nagas' stronghold, while it seems to weaken garuda Phaya's abilities).

When Phaya insists he and Tharn have dinner, it's at a hot-pot place (a culinary experience of both fire and boiling water at the table, another metaphor for the coming together of the naga and garuda). And the red and blue lighting of the restaurant also pays homage to the mythological pairing:

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When Tharn is cooking breakfast for him and Phaya, it seems the sizzling on the stove is all it takes to remind him of his sex dream with hot-as-fire Phaya (although that is likely an induction hob though, not an open flame 🤣):

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And when offered the breakfast, Phaya lets us know in no uncertain terms he prefers the more liquid option (just as his garuda self has chosen a waterworld naga):

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OK so on to the most direct reference yet to the fantasy world-building in Episode 4 of The Sign – the visitation from the mysterious old woman spouting warnings and exhortations to Tharn and Phaya:

Her serpent bracelet and subsequent physical transformation show that she is most likely a nagini from Tharn's past life, come to warn the pair that the vengeful naga whom Tharn betrayed previously (see Heng Asavarid's interview spoiler here) is nearby and out to get them (remembering also that at least some of the nagas have the power to shapeshift).

My guess is her golden eyes and general coloration at Ep.4 [1‌/4] 15.40 are signaling that she's Wanwisa, Tharn's sister in his previous life as a naga:

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Going off-tangent just a little, the mysterious gran/golden dragon lady is another example of a wise and mysterious elder popping into a Thai drama to dispense life-saving wisdom.

Not sure if it's enough to be a trope, but The Sign's psychic gran calls to mind a couple of other almost deus-ex-machina plot-helpers:

the loong with the time-portal crystal ball in Be My Favorite; and

the wise monk at the end of Nang Nak (the Sine Inthira version).

There are surely others (but I just can't recall them at the moment). I also can't help but think Uncle Tong in Bad Buddy fits this mold as well, because his wise, unworldly advice helped PatPran re-think and re-chart their lives (except that Director Aof had the good sense not to spring this sage and magical loong on us at the very last minute, and introduced him to us earlier in BBS Ep.6).

Anyway, on to Ep.5 of The Sign. I can't wait to see what's in store, and hope they can get the series back on track! 💖

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#the sign #the sign the series #the sign episode 4 #naga and garuda #billy patchanon #babe tanatat #phayatharn #billybabe

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hlficlibrary · 2 months

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Hello, can you please recommend me some fics (over 5k) where they play in the school/university Theater and they have to kiss on stage / stage kiss

and some fics with the same think but they don’t like eachother. It would be amazing if you could recommend both (normal or friends and enemies or rivals) thank you so much!

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Unfortunately, there really aren't that many fics with stage kisses and most that I could find don't happen in a uni school play. I kind of figured you were really after the stage kiss thing though, so here are some that have a stage kiss in them...

Thespian Sweetheart by orchidsinnewyork

Harry definitely was not. He’d stopped listening.

Across the room, someone had caught his eye.

Uni AU where Harry participates in a Theatre production, and is supposed to perform a stage kiss that winds up becoming quite real. Featuring awkward encounters, insane dreams, OT5 and peanut butter.

whatever you feel like doing in this moment by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

Louis gets all that he's ever wanted during his favourite game at their group's weekly improv show.

You Look So Wonderful in that Dress by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

Best friends Louis and Harry are the stars of an English Renaissance theatre troupe that travels the countryside performing history and morality plays. Louis plays all of the male lead roles, and opposite him, Harry plays all of the female lead roles. They've been secretly in love with each other for as long as they've been friends, and the manager of their company, Niall, has finally decided to do something about it.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #kissing #theatre #actorlouis #actorharry #quickedween #4ureyesonly28 #orchidsinnewyork

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howlingday · 6 months

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Omg! Theater camp au w/ Jaune and Blake please?

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“Psst! There he is!” Whispered one of the girls. “He’s still practicing as he’s sweeping!”

Sure enough, Jaune Arc, a young man of twelve was sweeping the outside of the backdoor to the kitchen. The play this year was Dancing on the Roof, a tale Blake felt very close to once she heard of it. It was the sad story of one man struggling through poverty as his three daughters break the tradition of their once peaceful village. While, yes, it was romantic that the girls betrayed their father’s trust for their happiness, it was also tragic that he’s forced out of his home with only his wife and infant child at his side.

“Oh, Brothers, you have made so many, many people poor…” Jaune stopped his sweeping. He shook his head. “No, no. It’s poor people. You have made so many, many poor people. I realize it’s no shame to be poor.”

“He’s so dumb!” Giggled one of the girls.

“No, he’s not.” Blake said. When everyone looked at her, she flinched. “He’s… He’s just dedicated.”

“Ooh~!” One of the girls crooned. “Do you have a crush on Jaune~?”

“I do not!” Blake shouted.

“Is someone there?” Jaune called out. The girls scattered behind the corner. Suddenly, though, Blake felt herself shoved out into the open. “Oh, hi, Blake!”

“H-Hi, Jaune.” Blake said, pink in her cheeks. “What, uh… What are you doing?”

“Sweeping.” He answered. “I’m on sweeping duty this week.”

“R-Right.” Blake had sweeping last week. She tilted her head. “Don’t forget the spot behind the steps. Sometimes food falls out back there and raccoons get into the kitchen looking for more.”

“Oh, thanks!” Jaune said, turning to dig his broom into the crevice. “You’re a good person, Blake.” She smiled. “Even if you’re a little off-key sometimes.” Blake frowned.

“I am not!”

“B-But you are, though!” Jaune said from shrunken shoulders.

“When?!”

“When you sing your lines!” He answered. “You’re too low during the wedding song, and you’re too high when you sing about Holder!”

“Hodel!” Blake shouted back. “And I sing just fine!” She then stomped up and took the broom from his hands. “And I’ll prove it!” She stepped back and took a deep breath. “Okay, you start.”

“Uh, o-okay.” Jaune hated remembering his lines, and so far, nobody questioned if he knew them or not, so being put on the spot to recite them made him nervous. So nervous, he forgot them. “Uh, h-how does it start again?”

Blake sighed. “It starts with you singing, ‘Is this the little girl I carried?’.”

“Oh, right!” Jaune cleared his throat.

“Don’t do that!” Blake chided. “It’s bad for your vocal cords!”

“R-Right!” Jaune instead rubbed his throat. His voice cracked, but he started.

I-Is this the little girl I carried~?

Blake waited for a moment. She sighed. “Is this the little boy at play?” Jaune nodded.

Is this the little boy at play~?

I don’t remember getting older-

“See, you got too quiet.”

“I’m being somber!” Blake defended her mumble, making him wince.

“Uh, what’s a somber?”

“It’s-” She took a deep breath. “It means sad.”

“Oh, well, you can still be sad and have everyone hear you.”

“I can be heard just fine!” She pouted.

“Well, uh, I can’t, so try to be louder.” She shot him a glare. “Um, please?”

“Fine.” She snorted, then tried again.

I don't remember getting older~

When did they~?

"There you go!" Jaune said with a smile.

Softly, they together sang in near harmony. Near as in, sometimes Blake would drift too quietly or almost scream her lines while Jaune kept forgetting his. By the performance at the end of camp, they were so perfectly harmonious, they won "Thespians of the Summer". And it would be the best summers of their lives, especially since one of them never came back to theater camp.

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #blake belladonna #jaune and blake grew up watching musicals au #my submissions #my submission

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