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welcomehomediscordserver · 1 year

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(joking) CW: AGGRESSIVE SUPPORT AND LOVE FOR CLOWN FROM THE MOD TEAM AND MEMBERS OVER AT OUR DISCORD SERVER !!

I have found joy in your little show that I rarely find in things. The overwhelming love and care I have not just for these specific characters but for your art and talent as a whole is astounding. I want you to know that your community, the good parts of it, support you in any endeavor you choose to take. Although this project may have blasted your popularity you are 3-dimensional, you are much more than the creator of welcome home. You are a multi-medial, skilled, talented, and strong artistic being. Throughout all of this I have had nothing but the utmost respect for you. I will continue to no matter what. Just know we over at The Welcome Home discord server have been following your art closely and appreciating every detail! Do what is best for you clown, and continue to do so! -Reggie

It's been a while since something has grabbed me like this... Welcome Home is one of the most precious things I have ever seen, the creation has and will it always have a place in my heart. Thank You creator for sharing this piece of you heart with us. But your safety is more important, I hope that you'll be safe. -Jax

"dear clown, from the heart of one fan to many others, i find so much comfort in your project that i hope that even when things just like now are awful, you know that there's people simultaneously supporting you in every step of the way! We can wait however long you believe is necessary, you deserve to feel respected with your own passion project! And with that to a close, i wish you well! Thank you for giving us a grand welcome home!" -gremints

dear clown, you don't know me. i don't know you either. but everything you've been working on? it's changed my life. and i know that sounds cliche and silly, but it's true. you've inspired me to keep working on my own passion projects, to keep going. because of you, i have found a little community to call home. because of you, i have rekindled my love of silliness and color and creativity. i cannot thank you enough. without you, i would not have found the friends i have now. whatever you do, i want you to know that we're here to support it. and i hope that wherever you go, you also find home. - moth

Hi you dont know me but im Bug, one of the mods^^, I just want to start my message with this, Before I found welcome home, everything for me was going downhill, I had lost so much that was important to me in less than 2 weeks, I couldn't get out of bed and I wasn't doing my favorite things anymore. I couldn't even smile, My eyes were tired and heavy from crying. But thanks to you, Clown. Wonderful you..and your beautiful vibrant creation. With characters I saw and adored right away. I've smiled, danced, sang my favorite songs again, met new and amazing friends & began to draw again. I felt happiness faster than I thought I would again. A peace from your life helped heal some of mine and I'm grateful. Your creations bring me and so many others joy, But even then it as not as important as you. Yes It brings many smiles to people and i hope that doesn't sound to overwhelming.. But although we can't fix the issue people have caused you, we can't apologize for those who don't respect the boundaries you've set and we can't take back what others have done we want you to know that no matter what, the good of the community will always Have what's best for you in mind, in our server we make sure all rules are followed and you're privacy and mental health is respected. Take as much time as you need to take it all in, relax, do what's best for clown. 💚 take care of yourself before aything else. We thank you for all you've done already. -Boogerbug

EVERYTHING BELOW WAS SUBMITTED BY MEMBERS !!

Hi Clown! Just another rando passing through! While I have known about your artwork for a few years now, I never dove into it until Welcome Home became popular, and I genuinely love the vision you have. Your other artwork is also phenominal and genuinely inspires me, and it always has, even before I discovered the Welcome Home website. Your character designs are impeccable, the way you portray the muppets is genuinely awesome and brings back a lot of good memories, as I grew up watching puppet shows. Explains one reason I enjoy your work doesn't it?Despite making godly artwork, people forget that you are a human like the rest of us. Most people who become famous or popular because of something they have done experience this and it is unfortunate, but there are some of us that know you have a life and are already struggling. Take the time you need to rejuvinate yourself and try not to let these people get to you, as hard as it is to do, as even I still struggle with this daily. These are your creations, and you deserve to have control over what happens with them, and the disrespect this slowly growing fanbase has for your requests is terrible. Hoping that things eventually improve on your end, especially since you already aren't in a safe environment, something I also understand. I've already planned on throwing some bucks at you through Ko-Fi once I open my new bank account, and even if I cant, I still want to help prove that you are worthy and deserve better than this. You are incredibly talented and I hope to see Welcome Home and all of your other works of art flourish over time! - Sunnie/Mizo

Now onto the big reveal....

Our server members as well as a few mods all banded to together to create a collage showing our appreciation and support for Clown during these rough times. I hope this can serve as a reminder that despite the shitty people out there, there is a large community who still very much respects and enjoys every aspect of Clowns artwork.

An art collage put together by the moderators with art submitted by members.

Below are more signages as well as the usernames of everyone who participated:

Micah

Maximus

Beans

Wynn

Avery

Global

Vinnzhe

- and lastly, the rest of the welcome home discord server 🩷

@partycoffin

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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Splendorman headcannons; catchup edition

General hcs plus some of the prompts that I did for multiple characters!! Idk how this is gonna look but we'll see (I tend to write these notes before writing the actual... post..) so!! Yeah!! I've been meaning to expand the base list of characters I do for hc posts; esp since it's so small and I dont feel comfy writing romantic stuff for a lot of the popular characters in this fandom <\3

Anyways! I'll have this split off into like. Segments. One for basic hcs, and different areas for prompts I did in the past (ex. Pet names, plushie stuff, ect!!)

This is gonna be a looooong post

General hcs;

To be fair, I'm still fleshing out how I want to interpret Splendor, and how I want to write him into my au

Obviously he's going to be related to Slenderman; as well as Trenderman (whether or not I add trender to this blog isnt decided yet, since I feel like not many people would be interested)

Most days he couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to.. however on the off chance he does need to fight/defend himself; he will

He can be just as, if not more, devasting than his brother

"The devil shivers when a nice guy loses his temper" except its splendorman and he actually is a nice person with a rare but hot temper

Usually his ugly side doesn't show itself unless someone tries to hurt those who are innocent

Perfect segway into the concept idea I have for him in general/in the au; but I like to think of him as a guardian

Now I may be getting silly, since he reminds me a bit of itward from fran bow; but I wanna use itwards whole imaginary friend/whimsical being as a basis for splendor

Also this is propaganda for fran bow; go play it, it's a nice game and it's been a hyperfixiation of mine since it released

Carrying on

But for splendor, rather than solely appearing to children, he appears to all

Bros like an anti dementor; adds life into a room

Actually he's kinda like scp 999

Guys can you tell my minds all scattered with vague ideas

Anyways

Similar height to slenderman; about 11-12 feet by default but he can also shift his height around for intimidation/convenience

Going with the hc that he has bells on his tentacles; you can hear him walking around/j

Said bells are also semi sentient; they still bend to his will most the time but sometimes they can snip at people... lil bites n stuff; like you know how bells usually have those lil.. gaps? In them? Idk what they're called but the X shaped things on them; that's the "mouth" for each bell

Actually unlike slenderman, you can actually see splendorman walk around, whereas slenderman just. You blink and he's moved.

Gives the absolute best hugs; also does the thing LJ does, and snakes his arms all up around you

Adding onto the idea that splendor is basically itward/scp 999, he basically shows up for people who need company, or need their spirits raised

Torn between giving him an actual face, or making it a blank face line slenderman where the smiley face is just markings; if he does have a face I'm also torn on whether to give him a perma smile or not

Idk

I like both ideas

Has clown/magician logic. Can pull next to anything out of his hat and/or suit sleeves/pockets

Reaction to s/o having plushies;

Doesnt mind it one bit!

In a way he finds it cute, and endearing!

Would never ever make fun of you for it; in fact he wouldn't make fun of you ever

Seemingly manifests plushies and accessories and all that for you

Does one have a stain or tear? Hes already working on fixing it!

Makes you handmade plushies as well; they have that charm to them, some having mismatched fabric patches, button eyes, ect

Yes he WILL smooch each of them if you ask him to, even if you ask as a joke

AND he will tuck them in!!!!!!

What he calls you/wants to be called;

He calls you: sweetheart, sunshine, my dear, sunflower, schnookums and similar dumb lil names! I feel like those would be more teasing/joking

He wants to be called: he has no preference, as long as the term is endearing and meant for him, hes happy

Downtime;

Off days with Splendorman usually are filled with fun and activities

If you want to spend time outside, he will pull something together. Gardening, picnics, stuff like that! Unfortunately, since hes still considered... a monster, he needs to remain out of sight, so walking out in broad daylight is a no go for him, unless the area is isolated - so that does make things a little limited in terms of time and location :(

But if you want to spend time indoors, he's more than happy to stay!

Baking, arts and crafts, ect ect! If it's something fun that at least two people can do together, its an option!

I feel like he would have lots of fun reenacting things with you; like dramatic retellings of your favorite books or movies or whatever

He gives a passionate performance

Ideal Partner;

Like most the other characters in the other post I made on thing, he doesn't have many preferences when it comes to partners: both in regards to personality and looks

Looks really mean nothing to him, you could be tall or short, fat or skinny or buff, guy or gal or anything else, and he wouldn't care so long as you're you

Personality? As long as you aren't a bully or otherwise cruel, he can love you with his whole being

That's really it, Splendorman isn't very picky

Just don't be a jerk and you're set

Though he will be thrilled if you share the same energy as him; though it's not required

Perfect date;

I covered a lot of things in the downtime section, so this spot isn't going to be too long, as to avoid me just repeating the same thing reworded

But this dude has a list of ideas as long as he is tall; he is not picky!

He doesn't really have a "perfect" or "ideal" date, as he's down for anything and everything

Well almost

Anything that puts ANYONE in danger in an immediate and hard no, same goes for if it puts anyone in emotional or physical distress

Otherwise anything else is possible! He's free to let you pick and take the lead; however he'll hardly mask his excitement if you tease the idea of doing something he very much enjoys/wants to do

It's kinda like watching a dog get excited after mentioning a treat or a walk

Romantic hcs;

Writing this first before I have the chance to forget: but when hes about to leave, he'll kiss you.... and when he turns around to leave, he'll let the lil bell monster things on his tentacles kiss you all over the face as a extra bit of affection

Now onto how I wanted this segment to start

S tier partner, out of the (creepypasta) characters that I have written for thus far, at least in my opinion

Great listener and willing to give advice, amazing comforter, and generally adds an air of excitement to life while also keeping things stable

Moving on

He gives the best hugs, as mentioned in the segment above, his can snake his arms around you in a similar fashion that LJ does

Speaking of that segment, depending on how you see his face working kisses can go multiple ways

If he does have a face, kisses go as expected; but if he has a perma smile it can get awkward since his face is constantly pulled into that large grin

But if its the "the smiley face is a group of markings" route, he can't really... kiss you.. at least not in the traditional sense

He'd approach it the same way slenderman does and imitates the act by gently nuzzling/knocking his lower face against you

He loves quick little pecks; on the cheek, forehead, and mouth, nose, loves it all

Always gives you flowers; usually defaults to sunflowers and daisies but if you have any particular favorites he'll provide it

Likes using that hat trick of his to present gifts

Just

Takes off his hat, puts his hand in it, and BOOM ! He pulls out a bouquet of flowers for you

If you get sick he'll be a mother hen and fret over you; won't back off until you're back at full health, and even then he'll hover over you for a few days afterwards just in case

He always let's you know how much he loves you; he'll remind you at least once a day

#creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #crp #splendorman imagine #splendorman headcannons #splendorman x reader #splendorman #splendorman x you #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #oc x canon #self indulgence babey #self indulgent #self ship #reader x character #reader x canon

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outwalkingthelocales · 10 months

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My thoughts on Welcome Home's community developement!

These are my opinions, please do not feel hurt by them! It is simply a peppermint that I have not opened and is still on my desk. (Until now!) It is mainly for me, but there is a part of me that would like others to read it.

It's coming very close to the relaunch of Welcome Home! I've been so excited!!! Although, I do make sure to watch myself and save this excitement. I must focus on my life as well! But, I'd like to place this here as a memory before then. As a memory of why I love Welcome Home, of myself!

I wasn't introduced to Welcome Home until the very very early beginning booms of its popularity. At first I was introduced to it by Night Mind, (I thought the voice over was Wally's voice and he was showing us the remnants of his show and friends, I was very wrong!!! I learned throughout the video, I learned I learned!!)

I had it in the back of my mind. I thought it might've been another thing I saw and would drop quickly. (as I had done so many times in this period!) I didn't want the sorrow of that again so instead of investing time, I moved on. Throughout the next little days I saw Welcome Home again and, as my doubts melted away, I fell deeply in love. I was in a bit of a hard place as well as finding it hard to latch on to something I held dear. Welcome home gave me such comfort, a safe place. At the time, I could still say, ah I have no one to share this with...it is a small community! But I am here, I am so happy, I will create content for myself. (I was still so so shy and did not have socials of my own) I watched it grow to such a large size! It was fun for me, I saw the love and care being explored. The characters loved, the story found! What I was too shy to say I saw others recognize, it was so heart warming to me. This time in my life was so special because Welcome Home had been explored based off the canon in the community, based off the real roots of it all. The project. It was so sweet. This was something I was able to follow along to, I got to see the process and not just the finished, it had the warmth of a home! And as the project grew and grew, I can't say that I didn't grow a little sad knowing this was no longer a wonderful secret I knew of. But, at the same time I was so happy that Clown was getting the recognition his project deserved!! Things never stay the same I know, but here in the present it does hurt a little. I understand the want to explore and create, but I am not a fan of all the aus created around Welcome Home. In every corner I see "Creator of ____ au" and such, I remember the scrambling of wanting to make the best au. Having 10 in a day be made and the number grew only more from there, lists to keep track, the craze of being the most popular. It felt like I was watching a competition. Like Clown, I see it as Welcome Home changing its clothes! I have to say, I've seen very cute ones that I like, but I do not seek them. I think one of the main BIG reasons for the explosion of these aus was the idea that Welcome Home did not have a large amount of content. While Clown has stated that yes this is not all of what we'll see and is in fact just a dip in the water, it does not mean that what we've been given is close to pebbles. The project has developed over many years and it shows! There is so much love everywhere! The tellings, characters, worldbuilding, the art, the indirect secrets!!! Even the non canonical, it is there to understand, learn from, recognize and more!! There are ways to explore these characters, their styles, their homes, their interactions, their feelings, background, down to the very smallest thing! The theorizing is part of it yes, but so is the appreciation and love of what's true. I constantly find myself thinking of more than a thousand new things from just a sketch! There are little details everywhere intentional or not! I find it so hard to believe others cannot see them, or choose to ignore. I feel in part, frustrated that Welcome Home is not appreciated in the colorful way it gifts itself. I see some characters be changed so dramatically I cannot recognize them, or become so cubed into one dimension they become boring. And, for these characters that I love so much, to be densly packed into a tuna can, it does make me sad. Give them room to breathe, and play! I rarely see the community speak of it in its most classic form, straight from Clown's heart wrapped in a bow! I might add on to this as I remember my feelings, but I have always wanted to store this somewhere. Again, this is my little ramble, an opinion amongst many! I am not saying Welcome Home's community has to be uptight or that it cannot have fun and explore, I do it too! It is a common nature I believe, to not be so serious and just goof! I just wish, that such astounding work, would have its beauty be seen in the light it deserves.

I would also like to say, that this work has really made me come out of my shell. I love it so much I cannot keep quiet no matter how hard I've tried. I am so grateful to everything this project has given to me and to others, it is so special. I can see it! What my eyes see I wish I could share, what I feel is longed to be given! I have always loved puppets, but it was such a small part of my life amongst other things fighting for my attention, and they were very different from these! Since the discovery of Welcome Home, I've explored more media, sesame street, the muppets, the list continues..... it's truly given me such a lovely home and a look into the childhood I didn't have! Given me a wonderful light in my life! What can I say, but thank you from the bottom of my heart!

A small sidenote!!!

Now if you've seen my twitter, you may have seen the small blab about an important update! No no it is not this! It is coming it is coming! But for now, goodnight!

A silly thing! Oh, I did try to clean it quickly but I was tired and it didn't end up well!! It is scrapped but its ok! I love him all the same!! Maybe in the future he'll be more spiffy🌈 I'm very fond of this jelly smooth animation style, it is a quickly scribbled piece but a tease to the future works! I love frame by frame animations!

#welcome home #myart

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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the @mysmecircuszine! Zen is my favourite, so I had to snag writing his interview piece since I didn’t get to snag his ship for the zine.

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Greetings, everyone. As you know, I, Fair Kang, like to bring you the hardest hitting news. However, in hard times, sometimes we all need a piece of good news. A piece of sunshine amongst the gloom. And what better sunshine than the mysterious RFA circus. Ever since the big tent rolled into town last month for their summer tour, its performers are all anyone talks about. Even my wife and mother have been swapping notes, and they never get along.

Fortunately, I snagged myself an invitation to their backstage, given to me by their enigmatic leader Rika. As long as I don’t get in their way, I’m allowed to ask as many questions as I want. What reporter would turn down the chance to clear the fog surrounding these alluring performers? Not this one.

So join me, dear readers, as I interview each performer, uncovering the secrets behind their performances and their hopes for the future. And if you can, come down later to watch their acts—I’ve seen the show three times now, and each time it’s more impressive than the last.

Fair Kang (FK): My next interview is with the fortune-teller Zen! He’s quite popular here, so I’ll try to make this a quick interview. I can already see the line outside your tent and I don’t want to start a riot.

Zen (Z): (Zen laughs). You’re exaggerating!

FK: I’m definitely not. Anyways, let’s get down to it with the most basic question: why did you join the circus? You’re a handsome man with a great personality, surely you could have found a better job?

Z: (Zen smiles) Thanks. I’m beautiful, I know, but unfortunately, I’m not that smart. I barely passed my tests. I dropped out of high school since there was no point in completing it. I’ve done some acting on the side, but I haven’t yet found a piece that speaks to me. In the meantime...well, we all need money. This looked like a good opportunity.

FK: A good opportunity?

Z: Yeah. There’re not many places that will hire a dropout. And even fewer ones that aren’t manual labour. I can’t do any of that work—I could get scarred and then I’ll have an even harder time getting a role. Besides, when Rika—she’s the ringmaster—found me and scouted me for the circus, I wasn’t sure I’d join. There’re lions here and I’m—achoo—allergic to cats. Even talking about them gives me hives. I thought acrobatics, but while I’m in shape, I’m not that flexible. And I’m not a clown.

FK: So, what changed your mind?

Z: Well, I sometimes have prophetic dreams. I know, it’s hard to believe. But it’s all true. I can see the future. I can’t control this gift properly though, so I can only see small chunks. However, I’ve found that tarot readings helps me organize these visions and find meaning in them. Rika noticed me doing that after I had a particularly strong one and suggested I set up a fortune-telling booth. I did and—wow. I get to meet so many people as I work, so many amazing, beautiful people with problems only I can solve. Young adults who seek love, old grandparents who want to know if they made the right choices in life, parents who worry about their children’s futures.

And I can help all of these people relax. Ease their minds. Just me.

FK: Sounds like you like it your position here! I never knew you could see the future. That must come in handy when you need to make a decision. Do these dreams help your readings?

Z: If only! (Zen laughs). These dreams are a little hard to understand sometimes. I have heard, though, that my fortunes almost always come true, so maybe they do help?

FK: I’m sure they do. Since you’re doing this while juggling your main job as an actor, how long do you think you’ll stay here?

Z: I’m not sure, actually. My acting is starting to pick up, but…I like this job too. I like the people I meet and help. I can handle both, I’m sure. At least for a few years.

FK: That’s a long time. You’ve already been with this group for two years. Now that you’ve done this for a while, I’m sure you’ve got the whole routine down perfectly. Did you get nervous when you first started?

Z: I still get nervous now. For part of the job, I have to hold my client’s hands, and, well, that sometimes makes me want to unleash my inner beast. (Zen winks).

FK: (FK laughs) Resist if you can! Is there any part of the circus you like best?

Z: Aside from my booth? Well…I’d have to say the acrobats. They are clearly the stars of the show. Like I said, I’m not flexible enough to be one, but if I had…well, the spotlight would never leave me. There’s this one acrobat who I like to watch practice sometimes. She’s not very good yet but she keeps trying. I want to check if she’ll do well but my dreams won’t show me her future and I haven’t yet asked to see her fortune.

FK: Oh? That sounds serious.

Z: Not really! It’s just a feeling I have. It might just be nothing.

FK: I see. Well, I hope things go well with her!

Z: Me too.

FK: Anyways, I can almost hear them bringing out the pitchforks and fire. I’ve kept you too long! Thanks for the interview. It was enlightening to learn more about you.

Z: It’s nothing! Seriously, it’s nothing much. It was fun talking to you! Come for a reading any time. (Zen winks). I’m sure your future is bright.

#zen #mystic messenger #zen mystic messenger #zen x mc #lightly #fanfic

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fenic-the-clown · 8 months

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DARK CARNIVAL CHARACTER LORE #3 VIXEN REAVER

(The Carnival's former head of security and at one point its most popular face)

Vixen - You want an interview darling? Why of me? Oh i see for the lore i see i see ok. Well you see my dear for my origin truely began in New Orleans during a shootout between my gang and the florida police they wanted us taken down for good and obviously a woman with needs doesnt want that, but sadly in the end we were shut down and i was taken away and thrown into that horrid little pillow cell until of course i met her....Ther-i mean Fenic she offered me a deal, freedom and the position of second in command and if her plan worked all the money i could want plus more....now once we actually made it out and crafted her "Carnival" we were broke for quite the while her shows were interesting to say the least however it lacked the money she promised so i stepped in and made that little backwoods town circus into a real money maker using my charm and skill in acrobatics and sharpshooting i truely was a master of the craft, in the end i got what i was after i had the money i had the fame now all i wanted was out to make more and to reclaim my family manor back in louisiana, but as you can see that dream was a bit too far away so i instead opened a bar in nevada for criminals and gamblers, i also rebuilt my crew to take on bigger and badder game elsewhere so you see darling it takes more than a circus full of clowns to rule the world.

Vixen Reaver once a badass streetpunk in New Orleans got screwed by the law, joined a circus of clowns and eventually reclaimed her power and set off on her path to reclaiming her family's dark legacy

#ai artwork #image dump #ai art #ai generated #a.i art #ai image #ai #art dump #clown oc #dark carnival

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nat-20s · 3 years

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Part 2 of post-canon Wonderful! Au because it is extremely fun for me to write!

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Martin: Hello again, and welcome back to, uh-

Jon: -the shitshow?

Martin: No! At worst this podcast is like, the audio equivalent a messy living room. If there’s no worms or clowns or, or evil bosses that are actively trying to kill you, it’s not a shitshow.

Jon: You are aware that comments like that are the reason that we have conspiracy theorists, right?

Martin: Hey, I’ve read a fair amount of those conspiracy theories, and a couple of them have been weirdly bang on.

Jon: Martin, love, no, please do not feed into their suspicions. Once again, as general disclaimer, this show has no larger narrative. It really is just us having a nice time.

Martin: Seriously, though, what about our discussions of beekeeping or the feeling of discovering a new favorite album has got people believing we’re secretly vampires? Or from a parallel universe slightly to the left of this one? Could you imagine?

Jon, dry enough to chap lips: Hardly.

Jon: Though I will say, any of the theories that involve one or both of us being supernatural creatures are my personal favorites. I’m fascinated by what people are picking up on there, considering we are two perfectly normal human people.

Martin: Well, you are preternaturally handsome.

Jon: Oh god, shut up! That was terrible! First of all, even if that were true-

Martin:-it is. To everyone listening, my husband is very very good looking. I’d say he’s a trophy husband, but it turns out he’s also smart and loving and funny and strong and kind-

Jon, somehow blushing out loud: Will you stop it! As I was saying, first off, this is audio only, they have no idea how I look-

Martin: -you sound handsome-

Jon:-secondly, my husband outshines the sun, so if anyone should be accused of being preternaturally handsome, it’s certainly him-

Martin crosstalking, pleased:- christ, being on the receiving end of that is awful-

Jon: and finally, weren’t you last week saying something about an embarrassing old men in love quota? It’s wildly unfair of you to deplete our entire allowed supply in one comment at the top of the episode.

Martin: We actually got some feedback on that. Some of it was like, “no quota, we love love”, which is very nice, but trust me, it would result in an unlistenable show, and I’m the one that has to edit it. Most of it was closer to “old men? Aren’t you both in your mid-thirties lol?”. We are, but you know how people have the sentiment of “age is an attitude” when trying to encourage 60 year olds to go ziplining or whatever? Turns out, they’re right, and we’re in our 70s yelling at kids to get off our lawn.

Jon: Speak for yourself. My all white hair and deeply limited ability to care about popular culture makes me an absolute paragon of youth.

Martin, laughing: Of course. Especially by calling it “popular culture”.

Jon: Check the tik tok, it’s the preferred vernacular of The Youths, of which I am one.

Martin, still laughing: Yes, dear. Anyway, now that we’ve said nothing of import for a good three minutes, we should get on with the actual content, huh? Got any small wonders?

Jon: Yes?

Martin: Want to elaborate on that a little?

Jon: I do. There’s. Um. I swear there was something.

Martin: Want me to go first and come back to you?

Jon: Please.

Martin: My small wonder is the third area of feedback we got about last week. Specifically, it’s a five star review from Caitlyn S. that simply says, “I Can Not Stand Them” followed by a heart emoji.

Jon: Thank you Caitlyn. We also cannot stand each other, heart emoji.

Martin: Now it’s your turn to speak for yourself, I can stand you plenty. Actually, I would say I more than stand you, I rather like you a lot, heart emoji.

Jon, fond: Someone’s in a mood today, huh?

Martin: What can I say, it’s the first day of sun we’ve had in two? Two and half? Weeks. Forgive me if I feel like everything is a bit lighter.

Jon: No forgiveness necessary. Actually, that’s my small wonder, the first day of sunshine after weeks of grey, and, more specifically, how it makes my husband obnoxiously effusive with affection.

Martin, not genuinely wounded: Obnoxious?!

Jon: Only for others to witness, darling. If we weren’t recording right now, I would be personally responding to it with some very enthusiastic kissing.

Martin:…

Martin: So that will take us to our ad break.

Jon, laughing: We don’t have ads. Even if we did, this isn’t live.

Martin: What I’m hearing is that you think we should sacrifice artistic integrity-

(Jon snorts)

-and the genuine flow of conversation, before, might I add, we’ve even done our first things, in order to participate in some, ah, distinctly non-sexual but still amorous activity?

Jon: I didn’t say that, but I’m not opposed to it either.

Martin. In that case, listeners, if you hear any sort of audio differences as I talk about my first thing, no you didn’t, why would you, because we’re definitely not going to take a 5 to 15 minute break right now.

[THERE IS A DISTINCT OUT OF BREATH QUALITY TO THEIR SPEECH AS THEY BEGIN DISCUSSING MARTIN’S FIRST THING]

#tma #jonmartin #post canon #jon sims #martin blackwood #this part inspired by someone saying imagine the red string brigade for this podcast #and the thought tickled me SO MUCH #wonderful! au

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strawberries-and-creame · 3 years

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Hello :D May I request a Gamzee with a s/o that has loved clowns and jesters since they were a little kid and their entire style is inspired by HarleyQuinn (having split colored hair and clothing similiar to hers) so they try to get close to Gamzee and turns out they have alot in common *cough* no father figure *cough* :) how would he react?

On Alternia you were very popular with the purple caste due to your appearance. Many of them loved your bi colored hair, and jester like clothing. Though it seemed more modern compared to a large percentage of them.

Other trolls thought you were a purple blood and usually avoided you, except for the violet sea dwellers. Who a lot just took pictures and watched from the Alternian sea. Purple bloods were known to have large amounts of strength.

Out of all of the purple caste, there was only one troll that you had your full attention on, and wanted to pursue. Gamzee Makara.

You first messaged him on Pesterchum, with the help from Rose whom you had a beginning friendship with.

You thought that for someone so high on the hemospectrum from what you learned from Equius that he probably wouldn’t reply to an alien from earth. You didn’t necessarily understand the whole colored blood thing. And found it pretty stupid inwardly.

It was only a few hours later that he replied. And before you knew it the two of you were messaging each other through out the night. Sharing memes, opinions, stories, all of it.

The two of you would message the other often after that. And it usually ended up with both of you video chatting together until you fell asleep.

When the two of you would hang out he would always compliment you on your style choices. Loves the different colored hair the most and he’ll run his fingers through it when you’d visit him at his home.

You noticed your budding feelings for Gamzee when you found him hunched up on his couch in a ball, with only his tall horns poking out from his cocoon.

His Lusus had just visited him since months ago and had just returned to the Alternian sea mere minuets before you had arrived.

You sat on your knees next to him on the floor and brought your hand to his broad shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

When his dark colored eyes met yours, you felt your breath stall in your chest.

His face was without its normal face paint, and you could see the purple tint to his grey skin through his flushed cheeks and tears that made rows down his face.

You wrapped one arm around his balled up position, and the other brushed the curly, soft locks in desperate need for a wash out of his face.

The heat rose to the skin of your cheeks, and your heart rate quicken. “It’s okay, I promise.” You whispered just loud enough for the two of you to hear.

In the days following that you emphasized with him about your own situation with your parental figure. The relationship the two of you had was not the best, and Gamzee and yourself both found comfort in having someone to be able to vent and to talk through things with.

He gives you hugs and gives you cheeks soft pulls to show affection after these times. And he is very affectionate. His feelings only grew stronger and more prominent the more time the two of you spent together.

He is so soft around you, usually quieter than usual. He watches you a lot when you’re not looking and even when you are.

You were dear to him. Just as he was to you.

#gamzee x reader #Gamzee makara #homestuck x reader #homestuck imagines

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There is no position that I am more diametrically opposed to (that like objectively does not matter) than "stop making mediocre musicals movies" which I'm seeing a lot of in the wake of the wicked casting. I have some thoughts about this, and then I just start ranting, let's go:

No musical movie is ever going to be the same as the show. They are fundamentally different art forms that communicate their stories in very different ways. Even movies that are objectively not good™ have moments that elevate them that you simple don't get onstage. Things like close ups and montages are film devices that can change a musical text for better or worse, but either way you're getting something new. The changes made to one don't influence the other in nearly every case.

Movies are able to reach way more people than anything else. You say you want accessible theatre, you say you want your favorite show to tour or stay on Broadway longer? Well it's not going to if there isn't interest. You get a lot more community theatre productions after a film is made, please, go see them. In the the wake of the very bad into the woods movie, my local theatre put on into the woods and it was great, they had an elaborate cow puppet and everything

How many people got into Phantom, Sweeney Todd, Les Mis etc after the movies were made? All of which are.... Oscar Nominated. Not winners. They're all not very good. So many more people are going to see Wicked (202?) Than have ever seen it or in some cases heard of it. We get into a bubble of what is popular hear on tumblrdotcom but than we all saw how shocked people were on twitter after learning what Dear Evan Hansen was About.

The wicked casting really shows of the damned if you do damned if you don't nature of musical casting. People in the tags are asking for unknowns- well that's what they did for in the heights and nobody saw it. The key is, the are not trying to please you wicked lover, they want someone who has never seen wicked to buy a ticket because they really liked thank you next and they watched victorious when they were little. That being said, Cynthia Erivo only had 21 credits on imdb, 5 of which haven't even come out yet, 2 of them are podcasts and ONE OF THEM IS AN EPISODE OF THE BOSS BABY SHOW so while I'm not saying she's unknown, it is safe to say she is not a household name in anyway. Alexia Khadime is the only black woman to ever play Elphaba full time, Erivo's casting is huge deal and in many ways Ariana taking Glinda allows for this to occur

Proshots are good and I want them all very much. But you're living in a dream world of you think the general populace cares. Hamilton was an anomaly, and even then people were clowning on the staging and the theatre acting and the spit and it does not bring wide appeal! You think the Sweeney Todd pro shot brought anywhere near the number of people to be fans of the show as the 2007 movie?? No! And that proshot is excellent, but it is not what most people want! And there's no way we would have gotten the Royal Albert Hall Phantom without the 2004 movie.

More than one version and vision of a show can exist!!!! Let this be!

#wicked #wicked musical #wicked movies #my post

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hpalways · 3 years

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Hiii! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a Genshin highschool au (modern au??? Idk what to call it-) and how Childe, Venti, Albedo and diluc would confess to their crush. Idk I just think it's a cute idea :)

Anyways feel free to ignore! Thanks and have a nice day! Don't forget to eat and drink water! <3

Note: sorry for how late this is but ofc!! thanks for the request and take care as well!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Childe, Venti, Albedo, Diluc

Childe

Lost in your own world, you do not notice the red ginger waltzing his way up to the front of the class. Only when you hear audible gasps from the other students do you glance up, surprise coloring your face.

His azure blue eyes are glued to you, mischief lining the corners of his mouth. Today his red locks are slightly gelled nicely, keeping out of his face and accentuating his features all the more. He dons his school uniform well, looking tall and confident up there, despite having everyone’s attention on him. But of course, that is just who he is as a person -- popular with the student population for being the class clown and a great track athlete with those long legs of his.

Which is why you nearly fall out of your chair at his declaration. “[Y/N],” he called out. Pairs of eyes follow to you, making you still as a statue. “I... I really like you. You are funny and strong and brave and better of a person than I ever will be. Will you go out with me?”

The class ‘awwed’, lapping the entire scene in with excitement. You want to facepalm, thinking how stupid he is for confessing in front of everyone. What if you reject him? Goodness. He truly is such an idiot. “No,” you say. You watch his face pale for a moment and the students growing silent. Unable to hold in the laugh spilling from your lips, you prevent the awkwardness from seeping in. “I’m kidding. I like you too, Childe.”

Everyone burst into applause, as Childe hurries to you, wrapping his arms around you. Unlike before, his confidence has faded away, left with a vulnerable boy who is so relieved to not get rejected by the one he loves.

Venti

Sunlight filter through the windows of the music room, casting a sheen past the wispy dust dancing in the air. A young boy with braided ombre locks peacefully sits on the window sill, his legs kicking forth in steady rhythm. Humming under his breath, his teal eyes dart to the door that opened up, instantly brightening up in excitement.

You peek into the room to find the musical genius, Venti. His childlike charisma is found in the corner, his figure soft and beautiful. After having music class with him, you grew quite close to him -- he never fails to make you smile. He is different from others, a free spirit unable to tied down to anything. Never afraid to seek the thing he wants, he has pushed you to do the same.

“You’re here,” he breathed out, soaring down from the high ledge. “Can I play you a song I’ve been working on?”

Beaming, you sit down on a chair and nod. Touched that he chooses you to hear something so vulnerable first, you are more than willing to do anything for him. He is a cherished friend -- one you never hope to let go. “Please do.”

He starts to strum the golden harp he’s holding onto, the melodic sound of it wavering into the room. He starts to sing words of no meaning, clear and pretty to match with the instrument. It mesmerize you from the bat, your eyes gluing the stunning male in front of you. His eyes are closed, but his actions were soulful, as if every note wants to say something to you.

When he finishes, he stops you before you could clap. “Wait,” he whispers, coming closer to you, his eyes rimmed with tears. “I want to tell you a little secret. I like you, [Y/N]. A lot.”

You drop your jaw, blinking in shock at this newfound confession. For a minute, all is silent, the remnant of the song still stuck playing in your head like a broken record. Your cheeks warm and your heart race, and you realize you already know your answer to his confession. “I like you too, Venti.”

Albedo

In the quiet of the library where you can hear a pin drop, you listen to the soft ‘sha’ of the rain pouring outside of the school. It is the perfect day to study with the renown Einstein of the school, Albedo. You lift your gaze up to see him sitting across from you, crystal blue eyes peering down through his lenses.

He has been very helpful lately, always offering to walk you through problems you are stuck on. It makes your insides flutter, taken off guard by his generosity. Stupid you are, you used to assume him to be a prick, just because he is smart. But now you know better... and the more you get to learn about him, the more you want to see him, not just for tutor sessions.

He looks up from his textbook and you flinch back, ashamed for getting caught staring. How embarrassing. Quickly looking back down, you pretend to study, frantically scanning the unreadable letters painting on the page. You stiffen when you hear his voice. “Do you need help on anything?” he asks you. Even making his way around the table, you grow flustered when he bends down, platinum blond hair falling from his sides.

Not only is he smart, but he is beautiful.

He turns to look at you, inquiry coloring his features.

“Oh!” you force out, chuckling a little. “No... I’m okay for now-- thank you though.”

He nods, yet does not leave your side, with brows furrowing in deep thought. “Well, I need help on something. Do you mind?”

Albedo? Needing help? How strange. Did the world just flip upside down. You nod in response anyway, unsure whether or not you can actually help him.

“I can’t figure this out, but why do I feel so nervous around you?”

You pause, heart pounding so loudly against your chest you can hear nothing else. Did this mean...? He couldn’t possibly? But maybe you are too desperate not to voice out the suggestion. “Do you... like me?” you croak out. “Like... like like me?”

He does not respond for a moment, pondering long and hard about it. Eventually, he sits down on the chair next to you, nodding slightly. “I think I do. I like you [Y/N].”

Diluc

He is your bestfriend, your pillar, the one that has kept you true to yourself this entire school experience. No matter what, he is there for you, the one reliable person that hasn’t failed you once. And because he is that, you have grown to love him -- more than just a friend.

Your arm is hooked around the redhead’s broad shoulder, his soft locks tickling you. In that usual ponytail of his, you always admired his looks, for he could pull off long hair unlike most people. Scarlet hues are trained on you, listening intently to the story you are telling him.

Reaching your locker, you release your hold on him and begin to spin the locker combination. It clicks and unlocks and as you try to find a notebook, something else caught your eye. There, laying in the middle, is a delicately wrapped letter, accompanied by a lone rose. When did this get here? Blinking at it in confusion, you hesitantly take it, pulling at the silk that binded the thick paper together.

Dear [Y/N],

you are my best friend, but to tell you the truth, I’ve always longed more from you. Because I have feelings for you, and you only. No matter how many years has gone and come, it has never changed.

-Diluc

You turn to look at your best friend, disbelief coloring your expression. His head is downturn, his ears growing red in embarrassment. Holding tightly to the rose, you stand on your tippy toe to place a kiss on his cheek. “I have feelings for you too,” you breath out.

“You do?” he echoes, his face lighting up like a puppy, yet too awkward to make a move.

“I do.”

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ok kinda werid question but. a lot of *cough cough* cishet Men™️ see deadpool only as. guns and violence ok? so who are the authors that for you are like. the most dudebros, no emotional intellingence, just. the worst?

hm. huh. this is a toughie, actually. if i don’t like a book it’s generally just something that i put down and forget about, so i don’t have it in my mind who my least favourite writers are. i haven’t even read the stuff where wade erases the memory of eleanor from his mind because i just don’t want to interact with content that i already know i’m not going to enjoy.

i think in most early deadpool runs there’s always something I find to appreciate - wade’s one of those where every writer leaves their fingerprints on him.

duggan and poeshn’s stuff to me is when wade started getting a little too heterosexual for me. i like that they introduced eleanor, but I don’t know, wade got a little too straight-man and I just - stopped liking his interactions with other characters because he was getting just a little too self-pity and he behaves so, so selfishly and not in his usual endearing bratty way but just like, in a general i’m just an asshole kind of way.

that’s not to say they didn’t try for the emotions but they are the emotions of a heterosexual angst man. not my wade wilson.

GODD wade shut UP you’re such a freaking DOWNER you’re bumming everyone out with your sad sad clown routine dear GOD

maybe these panels resonate with someone but i’m just seeing some sad straight guy doing their “woe is me” bull crap - it doesn’t make me feel sad at all. wade is more complicated than this. he has experienced happiness. that’s what makes his low points so freaking SAD.

i think looking back on the duggan stuff a lot of the emotional motivations really don’t resonate with me and it really could be that the writer just has entirely different experiences – but wade is coded very masculine in the duggan run - getting married, becoming a father, and generally striving for authority in his own life. in the end we come out with a very different deadpool from the bratty, bratty bottom boy who just wants to have fun in previous runs.

speaks bounds that the most masculinely coded wade is the one that resonates least with me personally.

duggan’s deadpool run kind of quickly became the most influential though - it was the perfect storm at the perfect time, and the peak of deadpool’s popularity - even though for me, it’s the least deadpool-y book. but it’s kind of left the footprint on deadpool now, and i’m just hoping and praying that one day, one day soon, we can pry my baby boy out of the hands of the heterosexuals, and give him back to the gays (where he belongs).

#deadpool #sci speaks #sci talks comics

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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More than Enough

For @tma-mspec-week Day Three: Polycule

Characters: Jonathan Sims/Sasha James/Tim Stoker/Martin Blackwood

Rating: Teen

Summary:

“But what if-” Once again, Jon struggles to find the right words. He knows their situation is unorthodox to most people, and the thought of Martin looking at him differently is too much to bear. “What if he doesn’t understand?”

“Then explain it to him,” Sasha relays patiently, her hand never leaving his. Things are always so clear to her, Jon envies that. “You’re my partners, you’re dating Tim, sometimes me and Tim have-”

Or: How One Became Four.

It starts with Sasha and Jon.

She’s fresh off six months in Artefact Storage, shell-shocked and stand-offish. Jon starts a few months later and they learn the ropes together. She warms up, divulges little tidbits of her time in the other department that Jon devours. He’s young, hungry for answers and Sasha’s already jaded by her few years in academia. This is just a transitional job, she assures him. It pays better than most research gigs and allows her to keep up a certain lifestyle.

“I’m looking at other places, putting out feelers,” she confides in him one day over coffee. It’s become their daily ritual, a mid-morning break where they can commiserate on the staid academics that ask too much of them and the fanciful statements that end up on their desk. “Whatever you do, don’t get stuck here.” She leans back in her chair, gives a cynical little smile. “Or maybe you should. It’ll be different for you, you’re a man.” He starts a protest but she cuts him off. “It’s an old boys club and you know it. Besides, I know all about your extra meetings with Bouchard. He’s never done that with anyone else. Who knows - in a few years you might be my boss!”

He scoffs at that. Jon feels like he’s treading water. He’s a great researcher, sure, but he hasn’t exactly made himself popular among the others. He’s quick to bite, dismissive, blunt. It’s why he and Sasha get along so well, tucked away in their own little world. Of course she would notice the attention from Elias; Jon’s flattered by it, even if he stammers his way through every interaction. Elias seems to find this amusing, but Jon wants to impress him.

Though not at the cost of his friendship with Sasha. “I always mention your work to him. I’m rubbish with technology, but you-” She rolls her eyes.

“Don’t, he’ll see right through that. Manipulation’s not your strong suit.” Jon stares down at his rapidly cooling drink, an embarrassed flush spreading across his features. But her hand reaches out to grasp his and a fond smile lights her features. “Thank you, though. It’s sweet of you.”

Jon likes Sasha. Their personalities occasionally clash, but never for too long. Jon’s quick to forgive and Sasha’s too fond to hold a grudge, though she’s loath to admit it. So when her roommate suddenly moves out and she’s left in a bind, it’s only natural for Jon to take her place. He’s been rent-poor, living paycheck to paycheck in a shitty studio that’s still an hour’s commute. Sasha’s closer and her flat’s substantially nicer; she offers and he accepts, easy as that. It’s a practical move, and Jon has to admit his lonely little flat is starting to feel suffocating.

They fit together easily, like pieces of puzzle slotting in place. Sasha’s brutally efficient in her personal matters; bills and maintenance that Jon finds overwhelming and confounding she takes care of with ease. He’s heard her on the phone in that light, practiced tone of hers as she casually threatens the landlord for necessary repairs. Jon finds himself relaxing bit by bit, feeling comfortable in his own skin as she snarks at the dinner table over a dish he’s made. He used to cook for Georgie like this. Now he cooks for Sasha.

“You’re good at this,” she comments one night over chana masala. “Loads better than the frozen meals I’m used to.”

“It’s nice, having someone to cook for. Harder to do it for one.” He feels a bit uncomfortable with the admission, though he knows he shouldn’t - this is what it’s like, when you love someone.

He’s never said that to her, of course. He gets attached too easily but never knows quite how to show it. And it’s not his usual sort of love, he doesn’t want to date her. She’s more than a friend, and Jon’s never had many of those; he has no metric to measure this against. He thinks he could stay in this flat with her forever, so long as he could see her smile every morning and yawn every night.

On a Saturday morning she stumbles out of bed and makes her way over to the kitchen. “Morning,” she grumbles, as she reaches for the coffee pot and kisses his forehead. Jon doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

On a Wednesday night Jon drinks too much.

“Sasha,” he slurs, her arm the only thing keeping him from falling off his stool. “I want you t’ know…”

She smiles indulgently, takes a sip of her drink. “Yes, dear?”

“I-I love you.” She pauses and Jon’s heart drops. “N-Not like that, but like friends. Good friends. Very good friends. But m-maybe not.” She’s still smiling, that’s got to be a good sign, right? “I-I just love you, okay?”

And then she laughs, puts an arm around his shoulder and pulls him close. “I love you too. Stay with me forever, okay?”

He takes her hand between his and promises, with all the solemnity a drunken man can muster, that he’ll stay with her forever and then some. The next morning, while they’re both nursing massive hangovers, Jon broaches the subject again.

“Did you mean it?” he asks tentatively, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. “What you said last night. Do- do you want me to stay forever?” She turns to look at him, bleary eyes suddenly alert.

“Yes.” There’s no tease in her words as she leans into his side, a warm weight on his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever meant anything more.”

Jon stays.

______

Two years later, Tim joins the Institute.

He’s handsome; charming, but subdued. He’s been assigned a desk near theirs, invading the quiet little corner that had become their world. Tim greets them both with a smile and a perfunctory handshake before settling down at his desk and powering up his laptop. He doesn’t speak to them again.

Jon watches as he goes back and forth between circulation and his desk, building an impressive stack of books- The Pantomime Life of Joseph Grimaldi, The Congress of Clowns and Other Russian Circus Acts. Sasha told him he worked in publishing, Jon knows she got that information through her usual nefarious means. Perhaps he’s writing a book, Jon says. Sasha thinks otherwise.

“He’s one of those,” she says over sandwiches and tea. She invited Tim, but had been turned down with an apologetic smile.

“Hmm?”

“Like you.” She sets her drink down, eyes him with her steady gaze. “He’s got a reason.”

Mr. Spider doesn’t like it.

Jon shivers at the reminder. Sasha never brought it up after he initially confided in her one vulnerable night last year; she just held him through the shaking and the tears. He’s only told the story twice; once at eight, again at twenty five. It never got easier.

“No one believed me,” he whispered, tucking his face into her shoulder as his body itched from phantom legs skittering across skin. She squeezed him back.

“I do.”

They’re friendly enough to Tim, giving him his distance while still trying to be helpful. Jon points him in the direction of texts and scholars who might be useful, Sasha teaches him a few of her more invasive tricks that Jon refused to learn. Slowly, bit by bit, he opens up. Never shares his story, no- but he smiles, jokes around with them, accompanies them on their lunch breaks and eventually entices them to after work drinks.

He’s handsome when he smiles, Jon thinks to himself as Tim regales them with stories of dates gone wrong. Sasha catches his eye and winks. He wonders if she’ll tire of Jon now that Tim’s around. He’s everything Jon’s not; good-looking, confident, secure in his intelligence. Sasha laughs so freely around him. He could ground her where Jon cannot- they can be a chaotic force, the two of them. It’s why they keep to themselves.

But at the end of the night it’s Jon’s hand she takes, swinging it gently with hers. “Stay with me forever?”

He smiles. “Forever.”

They invite him over to their flat one night in spring, when the trees are blossoming and Jon’s allergies are acting up. He’s sniffling miserably on the couch, Tim sprawled next to him as Sasha pours some wine. Despite his misery, Jon’s content.

Tim nudges him with his foot. “So what’s your deal?” he asks in a wheedling tone, though his smirk betrays an almost imperceptible anxiety. It’s strange. “You and Sash. Dating, roomies…?”

It’s Sasha who answers, handing Jon a glass of wine and standing before Tim, tall and proud. “Jon’s my partner.” It’s matter of fact, and Jon can’t help the warmth that floods him. “We’re not dating. I’m not interested in that.” She hands him his glass with a smirk. “But if you want to romance Jon, feel free.”

Jon sputters as she laughs- he’s transparent, as usual. They’d talked about it briefly- Sasha’s fine with him dating other people, but Jon’s never felt the need to. Sasha’s enough. She still is, but he can’t deny the way his heart swoops whenever Tim aims that smile in his direction. Sasha likes him too, in her own way.

Tim’s still gaping at them and Jon can’t help but join in on the laughter, as embarrassed as he feels. “Is the great Timothy Stoker nervous?” Sasha says in between giggles. “Guess we know how to shut him up now.”

“L-Look, can you blame me?” Tim says, a smile growing on his face. “You two can be very intimidating, not to mention gorgeous-”

Jon kicks at his leg. “Don’t joke.”

“No, we are.” Sasha interrupts, daring him to disagree. She turns that deadly smile back on Tim, delighting in his falter. “So what’ll it be, Stoker?”

There’s silence, Jon can feel his heart racing. They’ve got this all wrong, Tim doesn’t want him, Tim’s going to leave, Tim doesn’t understand-

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?”

Jon blinks. “Uh, yes?”

“He likes Thai!” Sasha calls as she walks over to her bedroom, leaving the two of them on the couch, laughing nervously.

“So you’re bi, then?” Tim asks, scooting closer to Jon and throwing a blanket over their legs and an arm around his shoulder. It’s warm in all the right ways and Jon leans closer, the awkwardness dissipating at the touch of his hand.

“I prefer pan,” he replies. It’s the first term that felt right to him. Georgie used to make some stupid joke about a ‘gender buffet’ and him ‘having one of everything.’ It still makes him smile. “And- and you should know I’m also ace. So there’s some things I won’t be able to do for you.” He looks for disappointment in Tim’s eyes and finds none. “I hope that’s alright.”

“Of course.” Tim smiles like he means the words and Jon feels light, almost dizzy. “Are kisses alright?”

He nods shyly, and Tim takes this as his cue to pepper him in obnoxiously loud smooches- one in his hair, another on his nose. Jon manages to bat him away after Tim almost gets him in the eye.

So Tim and Jon are dating. Tim takes him out to dinner, the movies, one memorable night of karaoke. Sasha joins in when she wants; they go to museums and lectures. One night she laces her fingers through Tim’s, smiling at his wide eyes.

“What?” she says innocently, doing the same with Jon. “I’ve got two hands.”

On Wednesday nights Tim goes to the gym. Jon sits at the table, passes Sasha a bowl of reheated spaghetti before settling down in his chair. He fidgets, not touching his fork.

“What is it?” Sasha asks, setting her own fork down. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

“I-” he stutters, sighing as the words won’t come. Just tell her like you practiced. “I’m not trying to, well- hmm. I don’t want to insinuate anything-”

“You would never.”

“But, I’ve noticed- I’m not- Tim is very handsome.”

Sasha smiles indulgently. “Mhm. Go on.”

“And I’ve noticed. I don’t- if you wanted to-” Goddamnit. Pull yourself together. “I wouldn’t mind it, if you were to - that is, if you’d like to engage in-” He closes his eyes, purses his lips in frustration. “Please stop me.”

“Why Jon,” she replies, her voice coy and teasing. “Are you giving me your blessing?”

Jon sighs, his face warming as he opens one eye- she’s grinning, just as he expected. “...Yes?”

Six months later, Tim moves in.

_______

“Jon wants to bring a boy home!”

Jon smacks him in the arm and scowls. “Tim, don’t-”

“What, it’s true!” He leans back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Jon wants to knock the smile off his face and maybe onto the floor, if he can get a good kick in. “I don’t blame you and in fact, I encourage it. Martin’s a catch-”

“Martin?” Sasha perks up. “Finally!”

“Not you too-”

“Jon, he’s a very sweet boy-”

“-good-looking, too!”

“And if you want to bring him over, please do.” She reaches across the table to give his hand an encouraging, if condescending, squeeze. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“I don’t think I’ll need to go into that much detail just yet,” Jon cuts her off, ignoring Tim’s snicker. “It’s just...what if he thinks it's weird?”

“Weird can be good. And if he doesn’t agree, well - he’s not worth your time.”

If only it were that simple.

It’s been about three months since he first ran into Martin in the break room. He’d seen him around plenty of times, but despite his hulking form, the man can make himself very, very small. It wasn’t until he quite literally ran into him, causing him to drop his newly organized files, that Jon got a good look at his face.

It was a nice face. Soft, kind, with big blue eyes and curly red hair that fell across his forehead. He wanted to touch it, tuck it behind Martin’s ear and he almost did, despite the man’s rambling apologies and meek demeanor. He stood there, frozen, even as Martin handed back the file with a bashful smile.

“Sorry, I’m pretty clumsy. Are you alright?”

Jon was fine. He should probably say that.

“Y-Yes. I’m Jon.” Wow. Smooth.

“I know.” Martin put a hand behind his neck, nervously chuckling. “You’re quite known around these parts.” His eyes widened and his face turned red. A nice red. “N-Not in a bad way, of course! You’re- you’re just very smart and- and direct- and oh Lord, that’s not a compliment, is it-”

“Thank you for my file,” Jon replied robotically, his eyes trained somewhere over Martin’s shoulder and not on his very, very blue eyes. “I have to take my leave now.” Why are you talking like this?

Their next few encounters were similarly stunted and awkward. Martin made tea at ten every morning, coincidentally when Jon got his yogurt from the fridge. He started making Jon a cup as well; he wasn’t sure if Martin was particularly excellent at making tea, or if it just mattered that he was the one making it. Jon tried not to dwell on the sentimentality of it all.

He shouldn’t want another partner. He’s got Sasha, who he loves, and Tim, who he also loves, albeit in a different way. They should be enough for him. They are enough. But Martin makes him tea and asks him how his day is going and smiles at him and people don’t do that. He tells himself he just wants a friend, but he finds his mind wandering- Martin’s hand in his while they walk down the street, Jon nestled into his side on a movie night and Tim’s there too, because Martin is very comfy and handsome and warm. Sasha’s in her armchair reading a book because tonight they’re watching a romantic comedy and she hates those. Jon hates them too but Martin likes them, of course Martin likes them-

No. He’s getting distracted. And he’s standing in front of Martin like an idiot, saying nothing. This is going terribly. Why did he ever think this would not go terribly-

“Jon? Are you alright? You look like you’re about to have a stroke.”

“I’m not having a stroke,” Jon responds on auto-pilot. “I’m trying to think of a clever way to ask you out but you are very distracting.”

Shit. Martin stares at him, mouth open in shock. He’s got nice teeth. Very straight.

“Um- I-I thought you were with Tim?” Martin squeaks out. Oh God, I’ve scared him. Do I keep going? “Or- or Sasha, oh! I’m not accusing you of -”

“No, you’re correct,” Jon grinds out, willing himself to be calm. He doesn’t want Martin to think his frustration is aimed at him. “Sasha’s my partner and I’m dating Tim, and sometimes Sasha and Tim-” No! Abort! “-sorry. We’re together. But, um, I-I also like you, and I think Tim likes you but he hasn’t said- I’m sorry, this is going all wrong.” He looks down at the floor, clenching his jaw. “I understand if you say no.”

“I’m not saying no,” Martin’s voice is lower now and Jon feels a hope rise in his chest. He’s not? “So it’s, it’s like an open thing? You’re accepting applications?” Jon would laugh at the joke if he weren’t so paralyzed with fear.

“Not really? It’s, we aren’t dating around or anything, but I suppose it is open, in a way.” He pauses, takes a deep breath. “Open for you.”

Martin’s smiling like he can’t believe his luck, and it confuses Jon because who wouldn’t want him? Kind, handsome Martin who makes him tea and doesn’t laugh at his stupid jokes but rolls his eyes affectionately and tells his own in turn. Jon doesn’t think he’ll ever understand his humor but it makes him smile and that’s important. And now Martin’s taking his hand and he- oh fuck Martin’s taking his hand Martin’s got his hand and it’s warm, just like he knew it would be-

“I-I think I’d like that.” A squeeze. Jon dies but only a little. “Wow, this is sort of crazy for me, y’know? You’re all so, so intimidating and good-looking-”

“Yes, we are,” Jon agrees, squeezing his hand back. “But we’d like to buy you dinner, if you’re amenable.” Martin laughs and says yes, he’s very, very amenable. It feels right holding Martin’s hand. It feels right to see him with Tim and Sasha, smiling and joking. It feels right to lean into him at the end of the day, to nudge his side in the night and apologize in the morning.

Martin’s lease expires in seven months. They start looking for a new apartment after three.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29032062

#tma #the magnus archives #tma mspec week #jonmartimsasha #archive polycule before there's an archive #jonsasha #jontim #jonmartin #timsasha #jonathan sims #tim stoker #sasha james #martin blackwood #jon is pan #tim is bi #sasha is aro

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imaveryevilenby · 3 years

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Alright so once I get an AO3 account I'll move this over there but until then you're getting it here

Behind The Mask*: Chapter 1

*this is a beta name it's subject to change

So I had the idea of making a story from the perspective of an outstandingly popular teen pop star with a... thriller twist ;)

This will be the first chapter of who knows how many

Enjoy!

Tw for: death, choking, needles, and probably more but idk what they are. Read at your own risk

My outfit was checked one last time before showtime, although it didn't really matter. A million different people with a million different jobs had spent all morning rushing in and out making sure I looked perfect. That every wrinkle was ironed, every millimeter of skin covered in more makeup than a clown wore to make sure I looked like the pinnacle of beauty from every possible angle.

During these times, with nothing better to do, my mind often wandered back to before I had made an international hit song. Before every stadium I went to sold out in the blink of an eye. Before I had "made it" in the eyes of everyone but myself.

Those were simpler times. Small crowds of mainly people I knew personally and occasionally a new face, dressing how I wanted, the feeling of butterflies before each performance that had faded long ago, actually singing the songs that I loved, and much more that constantly hangs in the back of my mind as a stark contrast to my life now.

I snapped out of my daydream to see my manager ushering me to the platform under the stage. His name is rather unimportant, but know that he was an asshole.

He looked me up and down, pondering, and after a while sighed a curse to the designers of my outfit for making it so unfashionable.

"You sure you're ready for this, kid? You look like hell" He grumbled, his ever present kindness as apparent as my sarcasm.

I gave the warmest smile I could to hide my deep hatred for the man and just managed to speak in a cheerful voice, saying, "I was born ready, now come here and give me a hug!"

"Alright fine, but just this once. You're such a weird kid, you know that?" My manager replied, rolling his eyes and stepping closer.

As soon as he got close, my arm darted out of my pocket, syringe in hand, plunging it deep within his neck and injecting a strong poison in a single, practiced motion like a coiled snake strikes at its foe. Shock filled his eyes as he stumbled back, falling against the wall, grabbing at his neck and panicking at his rapidly dwindling ability to breathe. His throat closed up, mimicking an allergic reaction and providing me an opportunity to shrug off all blame once more. He looked at me, pure hatred and fear in his eyes and I stared back, watching the life drain slowly from his body.

My warm smile had changed by then. Becoming something more sinister. A look only the most deranged killers can manage watching their prey suffer from their actions. The last thing you want to see before dying. That is the look I gave that awful scumbag of a human being in his final moments. That is the look I give them all before the life drains from their body. That is the look that you should hope to never see.

Finally, my manager's eyes rolled back into his head and he stopped moving all together. His thread of life cut by my hands. What an exhilarating feeling it always was.

Knowing I'd be dead too if I was caught here, I took the syringe, wiped it down with a disinfecting cloth to both clean it and take my fingerprints off it, and opened the elevator door, throwing the cloth and syringe in the gap between the floor and the elevator. With any luck they wouldn't service the elevator for quite some time, long enough for me to slip on to the next tour destination. Riding the elevator up to the stage, I thought upon my newest victim. Poison wasn't my favorite way to kill someone, I decided, but it sure gets the job done.

Reaching the top, I put on my best performance face and prepared to lip sync songs I hated in front of a massive audience like I had done so many times before.

I walked on stage, my presence causing the crowd to go into a massive uproar. They were completely unaware of what had just happened moments before, none of them imagining that I could ever do such a horrific thing.

A thought crossed my mind: how would each person react to killing someone? Would they be horrified at what they've done or get filled with excitement and look for more? Would their response change depending on who it was they killed?

How would you feel, dear listener?

....

[END TAPE ONE]

#post #behind the mask #ch 1 #i also haven't checked for typos just to show you how beta this shit is rn #the finalized version will be put on AO3 and stuff will probably change depending on feedback i get here #death tw #needle tw #choking tw

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aromantic-enjolras · 2 years

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I humbly ask for "everything is good and nothing hurts" headcanons for Gavroche because those were MEAN

To anyone wondering why my dear pumpkinspice is calling me mean, I wrote a post of headcanons for Gavroche in answer to @juliensorelisoverparty and.... they were not nice. Here you have the post if you're curious. I don't make myself responsable for any broken hearts.

Here you have a bunch of nice headcanons to make you forgive me! ^^

Gavroche and Enjolras don't have a good relationship. Well, to be precise, when Gavroche went with the Amis to his first picket line, he wanted a banner, and Enjolras answered that "when we have enough for the grown-ups, we'll start giving them to the children". Gavroche fired back with "big words from a guy who doesn't even shave yet" and left him standing there gaping as he went to find one. Enjolras will deny it until the day he dies, but it still smarts. He treats him with a cold detachment, and Gavroche finds it hilarious and doubles down every time he can.

He has saved the Amis' hides in multiple ocassions. He knows Paris like the palm of his hand, and several times when they were running from the cops he has gone "follow me!" and pull such a labyrinthine route that they've lost the pigs almost immediately.

When Éponine turned sixteen, she got her independence from her parents and immediately started the legal battle to get custody of Gavroche. It was really easy, because the Thénardiers didn't give enough of a fuck to actually fight for him. Which, is sad, yes, but also, thank God, because her only legal help was some Law students who were in the same political club as her crush Marius, and they weren't really that good... (Yes, this is my origin story for how Éponine got involved with the Amis)

He was Grantaire's dealer for a while. When Éponine discovered it she almost burst a coronary that her friend was encouraging Gavroche's dealings with Montparnasse. "I'm trying to get him out of that world, R! What's so hard to understand!!"

When he got out of that house, he had a lot of homophobic, sexist preconceptions coming from having only M. Thénardier and Montparnasse as his male role models. He changes his mind after meeting Bahorel, because they are an absolute badass on every one of his criteria, while also embracing their feminine side with no shame. If Bahorel can use she/her pronouns and wear corsets and makeup, why couldn't he?

He's not really a good student. He's the class clown, always cracking jokes and making fun of the teachers. He also packs a mean punch thank to Bahorel and Grantaire, and although he's not very fond of violence, he does use his popularity and a certain threatening aura if needed be to take new, bullied or visibly queer kids under his wing. All the outcasts know they can count of him if need be, and most of them are his friends already.

He loves parkour and he's quite good at it. He has a moderately famous Youtube channel where he uploads his stunts, actually. He also uploads covers from time to time, because he loves singing. Éponine wasn't very keen on the idea of him putting himself out there so much, so the compromise they ended up with is that he never shows his face.

He teaches parkour to the kids he "adopts" if they show any interest in it. The entire gang have their own channel, and even though they have a smaller following than his official channel, the ones they have are very dedicated. As their philosophy is that everyone is welcome, they are a lot more diverse than your usual parkour groups, and their fans really appreciate it.

When he was in his "Bahorel is so fucking awesome" duckling phase, he identified as non-binary for a while. He grew out of it, but as he gets older he's starting to play around and experiment with gender for his own sake and not just to imitate his idol.

I hope you like them! <3

#Les Misérables #text posts #long posts #headcanons #my headcanons #Gavroche #Éponine #family dynamics #Grantaire #Bahorel #Non-binary!Bahorel #just non-binary things #modern au #Answer time #Montparnasse (Les Misérables)#The Thénardiers

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imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper · 3 years

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Everything you never thought to ask and never wanted to know about my Josépan playlist/history with and opinions of the ship.

Intro:

The journey of this playlist has been a long one, starting on Amazon Music and my old, janky and now defunct Ipad.

STRAP IN, CHILDREN AS I TAKE YOU BACK TO A MAGICAL TIME WHEN NEITHER LEGENDS OF THE THREE CABALLEROS; NOR THEIR CAMEO IN DUCKTALES HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED YET, MY BLOG ON TUMBLR DIDN’T EXIST (THOUGH I WAS LURKING) AND PANCHITO WAS STILL THE LEAST POPULAR CABALLERO, otherwise known as around late 2017.

A word on the origins of the playlist:

The playlist was not initially Ducktales focused because the two didn’t exist in Ducktales yet. I was rather unenthusiastic back in the day about this ship (oh how the times change) but I had stumbled across a song that didn’t fit them and Donald but fit just them very well and wanted to make an animatic of it. So, I cobbled together some songs I thought fit the vibe and made a playlist.

The history behind the story that inspired it:

I’ll spare you from starting at the very beginning. But, when “The Town Where Everyone was Nice” premiered I was already thoroughly and utterly obsessed with the cabs; I remember how beyond ecstatic I was for the episode. My hype for the Ducktales versions of José and Panchito continued far beyond what seems to have been normal for the average cabs fan. I found myself drawn to the ideas put forth by those versions of them. I don’t really remember what the tipping point was for me to break down and make my own college AU but eventually I did. It was affectionately dubbed “The TV Show That Will Never Happen AU.” José and Panchito were enemies to lovers or at least to friends. And it was around that time I began to go CRAZY with the headcanons as I got more active in the fandom. While my ideas for the Ducktales versions of them grew and grew, so too did the time between them appearing in “The Town Where Everyone was Nice” and their alleged next appearance in the show. When fans noticed the distinct lack of José and Panchito in the season two finale of Ducktales, Francisco Angones, @//suspenderofdisbelief on Tumblr answered these two separate asks that I might have engraved on tombstone one day:

I was GONE for the ship after that. I developed another AU for them based around their time in Baia trying to get people to fund their attempts to become famous musicians. Also, slowly falling in love... It was affectionately titled “The Fan-Comic that Will Never Happen” but not yet connected to my college AU. I don’t have much of a timeline for it after this point, but with that AU I really hit my stride for interpretations of the two characters and their dynamic. The version of them I hold dear in my heart and headcanons came to be. Then “Louie’s Eleven” came out and absolutely destroyed a lot of my headcanons (just kidding, just kidding). Since the new canon material didn’t really jive with a lot of the wholesomeness I had built up I was left with a lot of something else: angst. I LOVE angst, but the two’s bitterness and arguing...It was hard to accept at the time. Me and @cartoon-lizard on Tumblr, my IRL best friend, wound up writing a Josépan fic fueled on a bit of that angst and by her grace, a lot of my headcanons. I titled it “My Reverie is Being Haunted by That Ass.” In it Panchito makes an ass (rimshot noises) of himself by running off with a producer he met by chance during a visit in Duckburg to try to become famous. And doing so without so much as a second thought to the person he’s been living with/sort of dating for over a year. It took me a while but eventually I figured it out. These weren’t three separate AUs, these were three separate pieces of the same AU. And so my masterpiece never meant to be made came to be: “The Trilogy: College/Baia/Reverie.”

“The Trilogy” Itself:

The story will never be written for a variety of reasons, personal and practical. But if it ever were to be written it would be three separate fics, aka: College, Baia and Reverie.

College encapsulates their college years (duh).

To set the stage:

Panchito: A friendly, arrogant and easily excitable musician with big dreams, good grades and a whole lot of anxiety and insecurity. He has complicated feelings towards his identity as both trans and pan and how that might affect his dreams of becoming famous, but is overall bright eyed and innocent enough.

José: A lazy (depressed), charming, pessimistic, tbh kind of a douche and deep in the closet gay man. He tends to push forward a very “Manly man” persona to make up for his own deep seated internalized homophobia brought on by a shitty upbringing. He just got away from said shitty upbringing and doesn’t really have any hopes for his future...Maybe to travel a bit?

José and Panchito start as enemies, both fearing losing their one real friend, Donald, to the other. Despite this the three start a band and the two’s rivalry becomes far more friendly. They get particularly close during the trip down to Acapulco for spring break where the general feeling of being disconnected from life and reality leads to several rather romantic moments between the two...They almost become a thing several times but never quite do. However, they are very good friends by the end of college. The three stay in contact for a while after college but eventually lose touch…

Baia timeskips forward 13 years later (I know it's only 10 canonically, I always say 13 for reasons) to a conversation between Panchito and José on the Sunchaser at the end of “The Town Where Everyone Was Nice.”

Panchito: Life hasn’t been kind to Panchito...His need to be famous, to be something in order to be someone has led him to push a lot of people out of his life so he can better focus on “Work.” Or drive them out by constantly asking for their support, financial or otherwise. He has no friends and even his relationships with his loving and supportive family are strained. Currently, he’s working freelance as a performer at childrens’ birthday parties (in his eyes: a clown) and goes home to a sad, empty apartment every night to stare at a notebook full of half written songs and muster enough energy to eat cereal for dinner for the third time in a row. Needless to say, his optimism is wearing thin.

José: A lot of hard work on his part, some good therapy and mmm; drugs have put him in a pretty good place. He’s more or less got his life together now, is way less of a douche and is more of a realist than a pessimist. He’s also pretty much completely comfortable in his identity as a gay man. He’s been trying to explore romantic relationships, but unfortunately (likely due to the loveless marriage between his parents making him strive so hard to believe that love is real that he puts the unrealistic goal of true love above all else) feels incomplete without one and double unfortunately has a tendency to be drawn to toxicity and abusive situations. So other than a string of (short lived) bad relationships, he’s actually doing great!

Panchito has already asked Donald to drop everything and stay with him down in Baia to try to get funding for the band. Donald said no. José has a steady job, a decent apartment and a supportive friend group back home. He's also long since lost interest and hope in their college dreams of being famous...José says yes. The two have a bunch of wild and wacky shenanigans trying to get funding and both dance around their growing feelings for each other until it explodes and overwhelms them. They rush into a romantic relationship head first with no real ground for it to be built on and unrealistic expectations of what the other can give them. Despite all this, things seem quite happy...for a while…

If you've made it this far, <3, CONT. in pt 2.

#the word of grim #please god don't actually try to read the whole thing #Josépan #panjosé #José x Panchito #panchito x josé #shades of red and green #pt. 1 #this is really meant for my peeps on the cabs discord but if you see this and are inclined to read it #please do I will cry #but like...skim it...

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tazanna-blythe · 3 years

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Done

Chapter 5

~Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie~

"Wellcome ladies so how's school?" Sabine said with a motherly smile smile then placing a freshly baked Croissants on the table.

"Where fine, just another day at the clown house, I swear that our classmates have no brain cells not one of them "Chloe said while spreading butter on her croissant then without any hesitation she ate it.

"I beg to differ dear but i think they still have one connecting brain cell,seeing as they are one and no one can break their bond"Mari and she also ate the croissant happily

"So Dumb,Dumber,Dumbest then? or all equally dumb?" Chloe mumble (she took another bite on her food)

"No it's like they all have an on and off button for their reasoning and common sense and Liela has the button" Mari

"And She uses her sausage her as an antenna the give them signals hahahahahahahhaha"Chloe

"Ladies that's not nice besides everyone has their own preference or style that they think is fashionable ... all though i wanna know who told her having a sausage as an inspiration for a hairstyle especially when she moves her head she looks like a paddle ball a had when i was a kid" Sabine

both Chloe and Marinette bust into laughter

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Collège Françoise Dupont Clinic

*Bell *

Adrien is still sleeping soundly and the kind nurse doesn't want to wake him up and clearly from how pale his face is and how dark his eye bags are and how bone to skin he is, she made a decision to call his guardians to pick him up and have him take a proper rest and some good soul food too judging by how boney he is. this child is a model she understands this but this is to much and it has a medical term called MALNUTRITION so she's not gonna stand by and do nothing.

So she quietly and gentle as she can took photos and notes on Adrien body. because he is wearing a plain white T-shirt and a loose pants all she has to do is hold some of the cloth of the T-shirt to make it tight to show how small and boney he is and she all so did the same thing to the pants. His wearing a T-shirt so his some of is upper arm is shone so the nurse took a measuring tape and measure his arms and leg. And lastly because of the akuma attacks the School funds for the clinic doubled and because of this most of their equipments are brand new and the latest model so the bed has a scale built in it so she took his weight and height. and all of this is recorded in the clinic's CCTV camera she made sure of it.

After all that is done she neatly filed this info on her computer and flash drive then she called his guardians. fortunately for him his father and his assistant is so busy that they cannot answer their phone so it was Gorilla who was called to pick him up.

When Gorilla arrived the nurse was so scared of him she almost scream in fear when he suddenly appeared in front of her luckily she didn't.

"Hello Sir. how can i help you" Nurse

"Hi my name is SImon and I'm here to pick up Adrien" Gorilla (HIS NAME IS SIMON OH MY GOSH I JUST FOUND OUT TODAY!!!)

"Hi my name is Katty and I'm the school nurse nice to meet you"

"Likewise"

"Im sorry but before I hand over Adrien to you i need to see your IDs please"

"Sure"

"Ok it seems that everything is in order then you may take him home, and also my advice is to keep him stress free, eat and sleep more cause we don't want him to suddenly collapse now do we"

"Yes ma'am"

Then Gorilla slowly and Gently picked up Adrien like a porcelain princess and took his backpack/sling bag and went home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collège Françoise Dupont Gym

"Ok class since Adrien is sick we need to still proceed to class. Now, I want all of you to make two lines.One for boys and one for the girls CHOP ChOP!!! " Gym teacher

“Um Sir. What about lila??” Rose

“What about her?“

“Lila Sprained her risk and ankle so she cant stand very long“ Alya

“Ok then Who’s Lila, Raise your good arm“

“Sir. I’m Lila Rossi“ Liela replied with a small smile and leaning into her left foot for effect

The Teacher saw her and slowly walk towards her while inspecting her body for injuries

“Which foot is sprained and which arm?“

“My right foot and arm sir “Liela said weakly.

“Can i check your arm and foot?“ The Teacher ask nicely

“Yes of course“

So someone brought a chair for her to sit while the Gym Teacher inspect her injuries

“Awww, Aw aw aw awaaa that hurts“ Liela cries dramatically like a spoiled dog. While the Teacher was just holding her arm not doing anything other than carrying it like a sausage

“Ok then Lila where's your medical note seeing as this is a “BIG INJURY” your parents shouldn't have let you go to school?“ The Teacher looking and talking to her like a person would to a two year old

“My Dad left us since i was young and my Mom is so busy that she’d forgotten about me“ Liela said sadly trying to make her tears drop not realizing that the teacher don't buy it

“Hush now don't cry dear I’m sure your mom is just tired now why don't you sit here and be quiet while all of us start the class,O.K“

“Yes sir“ with a final fake sob she smile at the Teacher.

“Ok,now two lines people, great now everybody just jog 20 laps then you are dismissed.But remember do not break your line and JOG NOT RUN OK ALIX AND KIM! if i see any of you break your line or run i’ll make everyone do 15 jumping jacks then additional 10 laps. Am I Clear! “

“Yes,Sir!!“ the Students then do as they were told while lila stayed seated smiling at her small victory and proceeds play on her phone and to search for more things to lie to make her even more popular.

While everybody was busy doing their task no one noticed the Gym Teacher also take’s his phone and contacted the School Nurse asking for Lila’s medical records and telling her what happen today.

Faking an injury to a teacher who was an athlete himself was a big No No but he cant just outed the child right then and there because she’ll get emotional and he doesn't want to cause another akuma.He’ll just do it the old fashion way... Making the parents discipline their own child. but first he needed her records.

“Did you just see what i just witness?“ Chloe while looking at her exhausted classmates after they finished 20 laps.

“What?“ Mari while handling her a bottle of cold water

“You really didn’t see that?,Thanks“

“You mean Liela’s ridiculous lie then yeah and so?“

“So? So?, Mari she just gotten away with it and it wasn’t even a good lie and acting“

“No, I don’t think she did“

“Huh?! Would her majesty care to explain?“

“Our gym Teacher is an Athlete who won medals in his time. He out of everyone here would have known just by looking at someone if they have any physical injuries“

“So he just let her go?“

“No. I don't think he would so let's just watch and see what he'll do, besides if he really fell for it then his just another idiot who needs to be replaced” Marinette said as she and Chloe backed their bags and left.

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“Hey Nino do you have any info about Adrien??“ Alix

“Yeah Nino what happen to him?, you were the last person we saw with him?“ Alya

“Well he looked sick so i send him to the clinic, I didn't know that he was that sick“ Nino

“Well I Just hope he gets better“ Alix

“So has anyone gotten started researching yet??“Alya

“Nope we were just hoping that will do it together like in a slumber party?“ Rose

“Actually that’s not bad soo who's house are we going?“Juleka

“What are you guys talking about? and where are we going?“ Liela walked to them when she saw her minions talking without her and of course she was escorted by the ever loyal dog Kim

“I umm“ Juleka

“Yeah where are we going?“ Kim

Everyone was looking at each other knowing that they can fool kim but not Lila.

“Well-“ Alya

“We were planning on a slumber party tonight but we haven't decided where will be staying?“Juleka

“Oh!! why don't we stay at my place my parents arent how so i have are house all to myself and you guys don't have to bring anything with you because and my parents just went to the supermarket yesterday“ Rose

“Really that's great so it's settled will head home pack then will go directly to Rose’s house“ Alya

“Great I can't wait to spend time with my very BEST FRIENDS! but aren't we gonna invite Marinette and Chloe?“ Liela

“No need they’ll just destroy and ruined the party. So what are we waiting for let GOOOOOO!!!“ Alya

After that everyone started packing their bags and left to their respective homes with a smile on their faces.

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