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Behind the Scenes of “I Want it All”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

This idea came to me randomly bc of some pictures I saw. It’s not an idea I’ve been tabling for a while, and it doesn’t really fit into the larger picture of iwia, at least not now since it takes place in the future. So I guess I’m starting the behind the scenes series up again. I don’t know if anybody is interested in this, but I felt compelled to write it. (no surprise, but it’s longer than I planned, 2.5k). I’ll eventually post it to the fic, but I have a few more ideas I might add to the series first. That way I’m uploading a more substantial chapter.

This takes place when Amelia is about 3.5 years old.

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Maybe it was the Pajamas

Robbe and Sander’s flat wasn’t small, all things considered, but it wasn’t exactly huge either. With just the two of them, they’d made it work easily, their belongings separated into each of their rooms and plenty of room to spread out in the main room. Now, of course, they shared a room, and while they’d been able to make that work by donating furniture and items that were doubled, heckling over who deserved more space in the wardrobe, and determining exactly how much of the room was considered Sander’s “office,” they still had a problem. Amelia.

Her things continued to accumulate. Everywhere. They seemed to increase exponentially every day, and there was little they could do about it. At first it had just been bottles piled up in the sink, and too many loads of laundry. Now, no place was sacred. There were toys stored in bins all over the flat. Her play area had taken over their family room, blankets and stuffed animals everywhere, pillows thrown about, and piles of books on every surface. Her special (aka colorful plastic) dishes and cups exploded out of their already full cabinets, and her treats and snacks took up half of the pantry. As annoying as all this could be, it wasn’t their main concern. The problem was her bedroom.

Now that she was older, toddling about, her bedroom had become the repository for everything she outgrew. The swing sat dismantled in the corner, precariously balancing on an overflowing box of baby toys and playmats. Several haphazardly stacked boxes of baby dishes and bottles, bibs and burp cloths, and random accouterments stood next to it, her old high chair leaning against the pile. Her travel crib took up another corner, and both her dresser and diaper table overflowed with items they used regularly. More than anything, though, scattered all around the room in every available space were bins or bags of clothes, so many clothes, some she’d grown out of, others she needed to grow into, many of them gifts from friends and family. Every season was represented in every size. They had bulky coats and boots, jackets and sneakers, sun hats and sandals, sweaters and hoodies galore, swimsuits of every size, piles upon mounds of leggings and tops, and let’s not forget the collection of Princess dress-up outfits shoved in a duffel under her bed that she’d gotten from the grandparents for Christmas. What the hell was going on? The clothes (and, if they were honest, the toys) kept accumulating, and within a year or two, they’d be forced out of their own home.

Finally it was too much. Robbe and Sander had to do something. They both knew it, but neither of them wanted to be the logical one. They didn’t want to face what it meant.

Robbe brought it up first. They stood in the doorway together, Amelia asleep in her crib for a nap, a knuckle stuffed in her mouth, butt up in the air. “San, this room is a mess,” he whispered. “We’re going to eventually trip on something, or that,” and he pointed at the boxes piled in the corner, “Is going to fall over. Either way, one of us could get hurt.”

“I know,” Sander said, his voice small, defeated.

“What if it’s Amelia? We need to do something.”

“I know.” Sander’s eyes roamed the room, his lips dropping into a frown. “But—”

“I know,” Robbe agreed sadly. “I don’t want to either, but it can’t stay this way.” He stepped behind Sander and wrapped his arms around his middle. “We don’t have to toss everything. We just need to clear out some space.”

Sander exhaled a shaky, “Okay.” He placed his hands over Robbe’s and said, “There’s just a lot of memories here. Good memories. I don’t want to forget them.”

“We won’t,” Robbe whispered into his back. “You took a million pictures, remember?”

Sander huffed out a soft laugh, dropping his head forward. “Yeah.”

“And we’ll always have them here too.” Robbe tapped Sander’s forehead and then ran his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp until Sander melted back into him with a sigh.

“It’s just–” he started and then hesitated.

“Go on, San. What is it?”

He turned in Robbe’s arms and hugged him tighter, resting his chin against his cheek. “It’s just, you mentioned you would be open to more.”

“Mmhmm,” Robbe hummed into his neck, pretty sure he knew where this was going.

“Well, so would I. What if we did? Wouldn’t we need all this shit?”

Robbe kissed his jaw, and then smiling, said, “That’s a Euro, baby.”

“Shhh, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

Nuzzling his neck, Robbe responded, “And I’m trying to distract you from stressing. C’mere.” He removed Sander’s arm from his shoulder, interlaced their fingers, and led him to their bedroom. They lay down facing one another, and Robbe took his hand again as soon as they were settled. “Think of it like this,” he started. “Do you want to move?”

Sander blinked at him, his face full of confusion, and he finally managed, a soft, “No.”

“I don’t either. It’s either find another place or fit into this one, so that means we have to do something. Some of this has to go. We have too much already, and you know we’re just going to end up getting more. People just throw things at her, at us.”

“Uuuugh,” Sander groaned, turning his face into his pillow. “Why can’t they leave us alone? So much stuuuuuuff.” It sounded a little garbled, but Robbe got the gist. It was rough, honestly. With Amelia being the first baby in their family and their friend group, they were always the recipients of random gifts–”I saw this and thought of Amelia,” or “Isn’t this the cutest thing?” or “I’m sure you need one of these” or, the most common, “Wouldn’t she look adorable in this.” It was a real problem.

He chuckled at Sander’s dramatics and rubbed his back reassuringly. “I’m sure this is pretty common. If we actually had storage space, it wouldn’t be an issue, but as it is…” he trailed off.

A muffled, “We’re screwed,” came out of the pillow.

“Yep, and,” Robbe leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck, startling him enough for him to roll over and face Robbe. “Like I said,” he continued, pushing the hair out of Sander’s eyes and smiling into them, “We’re not getting rid of everything. If there’s something you want to keep, we will.” Sander nodded, a half smile appearing slowly, and Robbe kissed his shoulder. “And maybe, after we shovel out, we can try to set some boundaries.”

Sander lifted his eyebrows, snorting ironically. “Do you really think that will work with my mother? Or Zoe and Jana for that matter?”

Robbe tugged him closer until he was half sprawled across his body, his forehead resting against Robbe’s cheek. Robbe kissed his temple and said, “We can at least try.” He hugged Sander closer, enjoying the familiar weight of his body and the tickling breaths on his neck. After a minute, he added, “And anyway, we can’t start now. Why don’t you get used to the idea, and we can attack it tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Sander snuggled closer, pressing his lips onto Robbe’s collar bone and asked, “So that’s tomorrow. Did you have any plans for now?”

“I do,” he said, snuggling a little further down in the bed and readjusting his arm underneath Sander. “We nap.”

Sander exhaled a laugh and kissed the corner of Robbe’s mouth. “A nap sounds good.”

They tackled Amelia’s room the next day and several of the following weekends, sorting everything into three categories: give away, throw away, and keep. The swing and the box of bottles and dishes were easy. They took them to the donation center first. Then came the baby toys. They kept a few of their favorites–the first one to make Amelia laugh or the one she’d played with the most–but there really wasn’t a need or a place for them; so off to the donation center they went. A few things were so broken or gross (teething had been difficult on the toys and blankets), they had to trash them, but they tried not to as much as they could.

It would have been infinitely better if they’d had someone they could just pawn everything off on, like Zoe for instance, but no, none of their friends were ready for children. Zoe insisted she was happy to play Auntie for the time being, and the rest of them weren’t anywhere near interested. Even so, they might have kept a box aside specifically for Zoe and filled it with items they thought she might eventually want, like toys or clothes she’d bought for Amelia. Robbe figured they could drop it off at her house any time, and Zoe would easily be able to store it out of the way somewhere.

The hardest part for both of them was sorting through the clothes. It was a huge, time-consuming, tedious task, made worse by the fact that it was difficult to balance practicality with nostalgia. They started with the oldest clothes and made it no further than the third outfit before both of them were crying over a pair of rainbow footie pajamas, the ones she’d worn home from the hospital.

“She was so small,” Sander said, holding it up. It was barely the length of his forearm.

“She was wearing this the first time I saw her. So beautiful, so perfect,” Robbe said thoughtfully, his fingers caressing the fabric as tears slid down his face. “I fell in love with her instantly.”

“I know,” Sander said, smiling soppily at him. “I could see it on your face, and I thought my heart would explode. I’d never been so happy.”

“And then I went and invited myself to live with you.” He grinned back at Sander, curling his fingers around the onesie. “Because that’s a totally normal thing to do.”

Taking advantage of Robbe’s grip, Sander tugged him forward into a hug, and Robbe landed in his lap, legs sprawled out to one side and arms hooked over his shoulders.

“Normal or not,” Sander began, pausing to peck kisses all over Robbe’s face before continuing, “It made me even happier, and now look where we are. Marital bliss.” He held up the onesie between them and said, “Maybe we owe everything to a pair of pajamas.”

“Dork,” Robbe snorted. “I’m pretty sure it was the little girl in the pajamas, particularly the fact that she was your little girl.”

“Hmpf,” he replied, noncommittally, “Either way, this one definitely stays.”

“I agree. Keep pile.”

Sander reverently placed the outfit into their slowly growing keep pile, and after a rather soggy make out session, they turned to the next one.

And so it began, they “oohed” and “aahed” and cried their way through the clothing, stopping to comment and reminisce as they went.

“I always liked this print.” (“That’s because it’s neither pink nor purple.”) “True.”

“Oooh, this is what she was wearing the morning she interrupted us by saying, ‘Dada’ for the first time. Do you remember?” (“I’ve never been so pleased and so frustrated at once, so yes.”)

“Oh look at these cute booties. Can you believe her feet were that small?”

“Did she even wear this?”

“Why are ruffles on the bum so cute? Why?”

“She threw up on me wearing this. I can’t believe it’s this clean!” (“She puked on everything, San, and I am a laundry wizard.”)

“Ewww, she chewed on this. Gross!”

“These snaps, oh how I hated these snaps. Death to all snaps!”

“Why do we even have these? She was born in the summer, and these boots are for infants. Infants can’t walk in the snow. Ugh, dumb!”

“Ahhh, yes, the dress she refused to take off for a week because she wanted to be a princess.”

“Oooh, I loved this one.”

“Uh oh, this one looks like the cat got it. Holes everywhere.” (“Are you sure those aren’t from her teeth?”)

“This jacket, oh my God, she looked like a puffy little marshmallow, waddling about running into things.” (“Yes, I vaguely remember her bouncing off the couch at a dead run.”)

“Your mom gave us this one.”

“So much for the laundry wizard. That stain is never coming out. Ick.” (“Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to remember why that stain is there.” *shivers*)

“Remember how chubby her legs used to be in this?”

“I never liked this one.”

“Her leggings have so many holes. What has she been doing? Crawling across gravel?”

“Why am I crying over a shirt?” (“Because it was the first one we bought for her that says, ‘Daddy.’”)

“Ugh, glitter! Fu–freaking Milan!”

At one point Amelia walked in, taking a break from the movie she was watching, and asked them why they were crying. When they explained that her old clothes made them both happy and said, she just gave them the “my dads are so weird” look and went back to her cartoon.

For the most part, they agreed on what to do with everything. There were many outfits they both wanted to keep, like the dress she wore at their wedding and the “I love my Dads” onesie; however, there were some that were special to one and not the other. Sander was attached to several that Robbe wasn’t, and there were a few outfits Robbe insisted on keeping: the one she wore to the hospital when she had croup, a blue romper with pink flowers his mother had given them, and a unicorn hoodie they’d had to buy her on a unexpectedly cold day at the beach. When they’d bought it, her eyes had glowed, growing round in amazement, and she hadn’t been able to stop touching the horn or playing with the sequins for the rest of the trip. She wanted to wear it all the time, so Robbe made a game of it. She’d ask if she could wear it, Robbe would shrug his shoulders and say, “If you can find it;” and she’d go search the flat for it. He had to find increasingly difficult places to hide it, but they had a lot of fun.

In the end, they had a large pile to donate, a smaller pile to keep, and a nice box for Zoe. The clothes destined for the bin didn’t even make it into a pile, instead finding themselves the casualties of competition. Robbe and Sander had had a blast chucking them at the rubbish bin across the room, trying to score points. Robbe won. By a lot.

Once they cleaned up and moved everything to where it belonged, Amelia’s room was finally less cluttered. There were no more tripping hazards, and nothing looked like it was going to fall over.

Robbe and Sander were battered and bruised, still reeling from all the memories, emotionally and physically exhausted, but they were happy, filled with a sense of accomplishment.

When they plopped down on the couch together, Robbe turned to Sander, elbowing him in the ribs, and asked, “Should we tackle our room next?”

“Don’t press your luck,” Sander responded, before kissing him into the cushions.

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #behind the scenes of iwia #i want it all #this is a parenting story #domestic fluff bc that's what i do these days #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #i hope you like this #it's a bit different but also very them so i dunno

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 15

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Ladybug woke up the next morning to her phone going off like an alarm. She groaned and slowly reached to her bedside table, gently nudging away fabrics in search of her phone. She found it, eventually, and tapped her finger on the screen repeatedly in search of the snooze button, but it didn’t seem to be working.

She grumbled to herself, snatching the phone off the table and looking to turn it off…

Only to realize that it was a good hour before she’d set her alarm to go off for her meeting with Audrey Bourgeois. She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she watched another round of notifications come in.

Ugh. That’s what she gets for turning her ringer on at night in case her friends had nightmares. She silenced her phone and fell back in her bed.

After ten minutes of staring at the ceiling and attempting to trick her brain into thinking she was asleep, she reluctantly pushed herself out of her bed. Phone in hand and blanket around her shoulders, she shuffled downstairs for a cup of coffee.

She waved to Chloe absently when she saw her in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal and got a hum in response. That was their entire conversation, though. Chloe always seemed to know when exactly it was a good time to tease her or not without Ladybug ever saying a word.

Maybe she should have figured out that Chloe was some kind of minor telepath.

Whatever.

She scrolled through her phone as she waited for her pot of coffee to finish.

The Parisians on TikTok were going wild.

There was a group freaking out about Chat’s account (because it was cute, but also because he might actually be a dog person considering that was the first thing he’d uploaded). Carapace’s video was full of comments analyzing their group dynamic or pitying the people who had been on shift at the time. Rena’s account had thousands of people screaming about having actual information on the miraculous holder’s daily lives for once and people attempting to use the footage to figure out where they were living. Chloe’s video had people speculating on what she would be doing or commenting on their day-to-day outfits.

And Ladybug’s…

It was full of people saying things along the lines of “of course Ladybug would have a lifestyle account”.

Part of her was kind of offended. Sure, her persona was definitely different than her and if she knew a person like ‘Ladybug’ in real life she probably wouldn’t be all that close to them, she’d made it that way on purpose… but still. It kind of hurt.

Then again, there was another part of her that was tempted to sing. Her ruse was working! She had accurately guessed what would be in character for her persona! Nice!

She poured herself a cup of her quickly cooling coffee and headed up to get properly dressed for the day.

Ladybug couldn’t help but be a little anxious as she changed from her red and black pajamas into a completely different red and black ensemble. Her mind wandered to all the messages she was getting about how consistent her persona was.

If she didn’t give her persona any kind of depth, how long would people keep falling for it?

She didn’t know. She was out the door in minutes and heading off to the park where Audrey had wanted to meet, the prototype of the dress she’d made for a ball in the United States in her hands. She had to remind herself constantly that, even if the stuff she’d used for the prototype was just there to simulate the real thing and wasn’t all that expensive, she still needed everything to be intact when she gave it to Audrey.

She was a little distracted during the meeting, her mind on what to do about her persona, so it was a good thing that Audrey’s only complaint was that the prototype fabric was a little coarse. That could be fixed.

The persona thing…? Not so much.

Rena was already suspicious, Ladybug could see it in the way her eyes narrowed ever so slightly whenever she let little things slip through.

(Thanks for telling her that everyone has personas, Carapace, now she had to be even more careful.)

She forced herself to relax. There wasn’t anything to gain from worrying about people figuring out just how fake she was outside of a possible akumatization.

No. Instead she would concentrate on something she could fix: Hawkmoth. If she figured out his identity they could beat him, and then she would never have to worry about personas ever again.

The moment she got home she walked over to the conspiracy board. She glared at the millions of closeups of every part of Hawkmoth’s body.

~Want to skip some calculations? Here’s your chance! I nerded out a little, sorry~

Hawkmoth was about 230cm tall in costume. That’s what Rena had found out through calculating his height in comparison to some of Nino’s plates in the photo, but Ladybug had (stupidly) offered to do the math to see how tall he would be without the miraculous stuff...

She knew the man’s shoes gave him a little extra height than most normal shoes would; she’d seen them up close, they were practically heels.

She spent literal hours sitting down with her computer at the kitchen table, a cold look on her face.

(Thank the kwamis for Chloe, because every time someone came near she would quickly come up to play interference. Ladybug didn’t know if she was doing this for their sake or hers, but either way it was appreciated.)

She scrolled through page after page of shoes, trying to find a model that looked close to the fashion disaster Hawkmoth was wearing.

Did she have a theory for the type of shoe they were? Yes. Was she going to just go with that? Of course not. She was Ladybug! Ladybug doesn’t GUESS --!

Maybe she’d been pretending to be Ladybug for too long. She made a mental note to go out with friends as a civilian sometime.

Still, it took until midnight to find a model that was similar enough for her to feel comfortable using it as a base. She printed out the picture and put it beside the picture of Hawkmoth’s shoes and nodded to herself. Great. His shoes added about 3 centimeters to his height.

Now onto the next part of height calculations.

Miraculi gave everyone extra height.

She didn’t know for sure if it was a flat rate or proportional, so she went out on the town, looking for some kind of measuring tape -- the type she used for work wasn’t long enough for a person’s actual height. She managed to find a place unfortunate enough to be open past midnight and she and the person checking out her item shared ‘I wish I was dead’ expressions.

It was here that she dragged everyone out of bed to measure their heights as civilians versus as heroes (without shoes, obviously).

They were clearly very annoyed by this, but it was nearing three o’clock at this point and she had spent an entire day looking at shoes. The look on her face was absolutely murderous. They opted to just quietly do what she said so they could go back to sleep as soon as possible.

5 centimeters. Everyone grew by 5 centimeters.

She wasn’t quite sure why this happened, nor did she really care. It was just important for her calculations.

~Calculations over~

So he was anywhere from 215 to 225 centimeters. Unreasonably tall, really. There could only be a few people of that height in Paris.

After doing some searching she figured out that there were probably about 5 people in all of Paris that were that height.

She just had to… find them? Somehow?

Whatever. She should also do some quick things to distinguish Hawkmoth from the others. She grabbed an extra sheet of printer paper and started writing things down.

A semi-muscular build, possibly bald, stupidhead, terrible fashion sense...

She fell back on the couch for a quick breather.

She was getting a headache. What was it from? The caffeine? Dehydration? Was she clenching her teeth? Who knows.

Ladybug pulled her phone out and checked the time…

Four-thirty.

She had time to finish that sketch for Jagged Stone before their eight o’clock appointment. It would be close, though.

She changed while she waited for her coffee to brew (How many pots had she had since yesterday? Four? Five? Whatever, it was probably fine) and then got to work.

She looked up a while later when Chloe walked down for breakfast. It was seven now, then. She would need to leave soon…

“Kwami, Ladybug, you look awful!”

“Thanks,” she said, her eyes falling back to the sketch. It didn’t have enough… yeah, that was the end of the sentence. It was too plain, but she couldn’t seem to --.

She felt hands rest over her cheeks and she looked up to see Chloe standing over her. “You need to sleep.”

“I need to get to an appointment.”

“I WILL use Sticky Situation if I have to.”

Ladybug wasn’t impressed.

“Pollen, buzz on.”

Ladybug blinked at the miraculous holder in front of her and then gasped. Of course! She’d forgotten accessories! No wonder it felt empty!

Kwami, she really was tired, huh?

She put some quick accessories down, careful to make all the items kind of tiny so Jagged wouldn’t be able to tell the ideas weren’t fully fleshed out yet, and then smiled at Chloe as she got up to leave. “Thanks, Queenie. I gotta go, I’ll sleep later.”

“But --!”

She was already gone.

The meeting went well. Yay. She kept her job.

She walked home, happy to just be done with that really long day --.

She randomly chanced a look in the window as she passed and winced when she saw Chloe waiting for her on the couch. She was far too tired to deal with a lecture. She transformed and flew into her room through the window.

… now what? Should she sleep?

Nah. She had patrols that night. Might as well just stay up through it all.

She yawned into her hand and headed down to Rena’s room. She might as well tell her what she’d figured out.

She knocked her head against the wooden door instead of her fist in an attempt to wake herself up a little and smiled when it opened.

“You look…”

“I’ve been told. Anyways, I’ve finished doing math and stuff. Come look.”

Ladybug grabbed Rena’s arm before the other could even say anything and pulled her down to the kitchen where she’d done the calculations.

Rena looked over everything for a few moments before her eyes widened.

“... hey, quick question, why does it say he has a ‘condom-head’?”

That got Ladybug awake. Her eyes found their way to the list of attributes she’d written while sleep-deprived.

Her eyes went wide with horror.

Because there, in handwriting that was definitely hers, were the words ‘stupid-looking condom-head’.

Fuck.

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palettepainter · 3 years

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Can we know more/see some stuff with Ecto’s parents? How did they react when they found out they where going to be parents?

Their designs are still just sketches right now and as I mentioned in a past ask, I won’t be uploading for a while but when I’m ready to post I’ll share them (and hopefully the story of how Higari first reacted to meeting them) also don’t have names for his parents yet so they’ll be referred to as Ecto’s dad/mum

Here are some notes on their story though and when Ecto was little!

-Ecto’s dad was a singer with a light based quirk. He could absorb light and then shoot it out in light beams from his palms or eyes - if he absorbs natural light he’ll be happy and peppy, if he absorbs artificial light he’ll be more serious and will often tend to fake his feelings, and if he can’t absorb a lot of light (during winter or something) then he’ll be grumpy. He takes Vitamin D supplements to help when touring and in winter. He was never interested in family at the start of his music career, he got into the music industry at a young age so the fame went to his head, for many years he was purely focused on being in the lime light and preforming. Ecto’s mother was head worker in backstage and special affects and possed the quirk Anthropomorph, she could make human like clones from any human sized object and control them at will. Being the head of backstage and special affects she worked closely with Ecto’s dad when his singing began to gain a lot more popularity. At first he viewed her as just a member of his stage team, nothing more, and it took years before their co worker relationship developed into genuine friends

-Being on a stage and preforming for so long took a toll on Ecto’s dad, being around all the artificial light thanks to the affects of his quirk left him most days feeling drained once he was behind the safety of his private tour bus. He’s a natural at hiding his feelings so after preforming he tended to be bitter towards co workers, faking feelings could be exhausting, especially when you had to sing also. One day after a tour of America Ecto’s mum comes into the tour bus with her bosses ordered food, only to find the man laying down face first on his sofa in a sad heap. He’s whining and fussing, all the artifical light from stage having turned him into a drama queen, insisting that he’s loosing his touch, the tour was a disaster, and how his career might as well be over. Ecto’s mother, still calm, places down his food and insists that though one day yes his career will come to an end, it won’t be today. She sits there to offer him company while he eats, and once he’s finished and has taken some Vitamin D supplements she takes her leave, wishing him a goodnight on the way out.

-When they arrive back in Japan Ecto’s dad is more then a little embarrassed at the incident on the tour bus involving his immature behavior and Ecto’s mum. At first he tries his best to avoid her, not wanting her to bring up the topic, but in the end the embarrassment and worry she may tell someone becomes too much, and so he pulls her aside to sheepishly ask she keeps the incident to herself. Ecto’s mum reassures she hasn’t told anyone of what happened, but is prompted to ask why it was he had gotten himself in such a state, when he seemed perfectly fine minutes before he got onto the bus. Ecto’s dad doesn’t want to explain the functions of his quirk and how it affects his personality around other staff members, but he does feel like he at the very least owes her an explanation (he didn’t want her thinking he was acting like a child just for the sake of it). After work he takes her into his office and shyly explains how his quirk works, how all the artificial light on stage makes him cranky, and how he always has to keep vitamin D supplements handy preforming, and how he doesn’t host any performances during the winter time because of this. Opening up such a vulnerable part of him to someone he hardly knew was hard. and in the following weeks kept a close eye on Ecto’s mum to make sure she didn’t gossip. To make sure she doesn’t he promotes her to his personal manager, where the two are forced to spend more time together. Ecto’s mum has her suspicions that he was keeping her in line by keeping her close, and so once again, is prompted to ask why it was he chose a music career if he didn’t want people to know of the drawbacks to his quirk. He answers sincerely that he loves to sing, and from a young age has always wanted to preform. In school talent shows, to his family, in the theater production, he did it all. Singing was his talent, and he loved to do it, even if that meant some days of preforming on stage where harder then others. Yet again he opened up another vulnerable part of himself (he didn’t really get to talk about all this personal stuff much, so a small tiny part of him was glad she asked because then he could get it off his chest). Ecto’s mum however, smiles at him, and before he can ask, she promises she won’t tell anyone.

-This was where the friendship began to turn into something real. Ecto’s dad felt as though he could expose the vulnerable and more negative sides to his personality in her presence, and Ecto’s mum offered an ear or just company for him to be with. With Ecto’s dad being a singer it was hard for the two to go on dates/spend time together after his shows, so most days they’d spend their time together in his private estate. The first thing Ecto’s mum was surprised about was how big and well kept his garden was, Ecto’s dad having a light based quirk wanted to have a house with a BIG garden, gardening is one of his more personal hobbies outside of singing. When they spend time at his home, Ecto’s mum gets to see his more positive side, the side of him that comes out around natural light. He’s funny, he’s charming, he’s...surprisingly eccentric and funny, and is a huge dork. Now when he’s preforming she can’t wait to see the dorky side of him when he’s back at home, this is where the two become something more as best friends then boss and worker. Years into their friendship on his birthday Ecto’s mother plans a special surprise in his schedule - Ecto’s dad’s birthday comes just after winter, when he’s the most miserable. Ecto’s mum basically became his babysitter in this time because he hardly left his bed. Ecto’s mum wanted to give him something special for his birthday by organizing a week’s vacation for him off in the country. Ecto’s dad is so ecstatic that he pulls her into a giant hug and spins her round the room, and then - after his mother got over her shock - eagerly invites her to join him on his holiday. The two spent many lazy afternoons laying in giant fields, doing all the typical country holiday things - packing picnics, star gazing, sleeping in till gone ten. To this day that holiday is one of their fondest memories together

-Their first kiss happened when the two went out into a big field to have a picnic, Ecto’s dad was goofing around to try and get Ecto’s mum to put down her silly book and come have fun with him instead. She rolls her eyes, pretending to ignore him, but cracks up laughing when he trips on a stick and ends up toppling down the hill. She rushes down after him, still laughing away, to find him face first in the dirt. For about two seconds she’s concerned, before he rolls over also howling with laughter. The two spend the rest of the day rolling down hills, blowing grass in the others face, sun bathing and enjoying their picnic, where they then have a tender moment together and have their first kiss, both are blushing idiots afterwards and are equally giddy. When dating came into the picture Ecto’s dad was pretty upfront about it, being a singer who was pretty famous he wanted Ecto’s mum to understand that dating him would also mean she’d be the eye of attention too - of course she agrees to date him because she’s in love with this dork. They keep dating as private as they can, though it’s often hard as the two have this sort of silent flirting thing going on at work. Sometimes he’ll randomly pull a stupid face that’ll make her snort when she’s trying to be serious. and sometimes she’ll give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he goes up onto stage - they’re a very lovey dovey couple. Ecto’s mum was the one to bring up the topic of kids and a family, and though initially nervous about the idea, Ecto’s dad agrees and lil Ecto is born. Parenting is hard, especially with their careers thrown into the mix. They took a leave from singing and preforming when Ecto was very young, and would often have him babysat by someone close when his dad was preforming. The day his quirk kicked in, which was earlier then most quirks, was when the two had a proper talk about the future and what they had to do - they couldn’t constantly be working and parenting at the same time. It’s heartbreaking for his dad, but he quits the singing career, as much as he loved music he loved his kid more, and he didn’t want his selfish behavior to backfire and mess Ecto up in the future.

-They move into his estate with the big garden where Ecto grows up, his parents are a bit sheltering off him with his dad still being a well known singer for his past career. He’s sent to a private primary school for gifted children and then later on UA, his dad ends up loving lil Ecto even more then he did his singing, spoiled him a lot when he was little and still does, even though he’s an adult. Later down the line when Ecto is in his early teen years his dad is able to pick up music again, only this time he does his singing from home - he and his wife where able to make their own singing studio out at the back of their garden, run fully on natural light and the light he absorbs, he’s much happier recording from home then he ever was on tour, even if he’s not as popular as he once was.

Small side notes;

-Whereas Higari’s mum and dad called him and his siblings sweetpea, Ecto’s parents called him angel when he was little. Sometimes they’ll still call him angel to tease him

-His dad cried when Ecto showed interest in singing, proud dad moment. He was over the moon about it. When Ecto came home from UA the two would sometimes go to his singing studio to sing together. They also went to karaoke

-Ecto’s quirk caused the two a lot of stress. In the beginning Ecto didn’t have a lot of control over his quirk, so sometimes would accidentally make a duplicate of himself without realizing, mostly when he was yawning. Imagine the shock his parents had when they where out in the garden, lil Ecto would trip on a stone and just, sploosh, he turns to goo. It gave them a heart attack every time

-His dad sung him lullaby's when he was little

-They where ecstatic when they found out Ectoplasm had kids of his own. Finally Ecto you got them some grand kids took you long enough. They love Haiya and Riley so so much, Ecto tells his dad not to spoil them, but jokes on him he’s going to spoil them rotten and theres nothing Ecto can do to stop him

-Higari was terrified about meeting Ecto’s parents for the first time, since they where previously famous singers back in the day he was worried they wouldn’t approve of some dirty looking engineer dating their son. Ecto’s parents actually love Higari very much, heck Ecto’s dad actually very much enjoys listening to his stories from his time in the country. With Ecto’s dad being a fan of gardening he likes to hear all the stories Higari has of how he and his siblings would mess around in their garden when he was little

#MHA #Ectoplasm #Ectoplasm parents #Headcannons #Ectoloader

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1 - When was the last time you were at the beach? What did you do there? 2019. It was a daytrip with a few friends, and for the most part we had just sat by the sand and then taken dips in the water whenever we felt like it. We went when there was supposed to be a typhoon entering the city so the resort was literally empty. Anyway, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing that would’ve been such a fun and wholesome memory in my head if not for the fact that my ex tagged along for that trip.

2 - When was the last time you updated your profile picture somewhere? What is your current photo of? A week or so ago, I think? I had had a few drinks and tipsy-me changed my profile photo to something goofy; by the time I woke up the next day I just changed it right back to the profile picture I had before the change.

3 - Who was the last person you spoke to online? How do you know this person? Someone from HR since I did a minor booboo on the website where we have to clock in and out, and I was asking how I could help fix it.

4 - When was the last time you got a blister on your foot? A fewwww months ago, I wanna say? I remember struggling when I recently bought a pair of adidas sneakers.

5 - What was the last reason for taking painkillers? Did they work to make you feel better? I only ever take painkillers for my headaches. Yeah, they always work.

6 - Which do you prefer - Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr or TikTok? Ooh idk. I enjoy each of them for different reasons, but I guess I’ll go with Facebook since I never run out of funny content/memes over there. TikTok I like too but then again all the TikTok clips I run into are on Facebook anyway.

7 - If you drive, how much does it cost for you to fill your car up? If we’re going from a nearly-empty tank, I think it takes roughly around P1500 to fill it up, or roughly $30.

8 - When was the last time you walked over five miles in one day? Maybe last July when I went to the mall with friends. I remember doing quite a lot of walking that day and I’m sure the total distance was more than five miles.

9 - What's your favourite brand of ice-cream and which flavour from that brand do you like best? I don’t really like ice cream, but I guess the yummiest I’ve had are Aice’s coffee ice cream and Ben & Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough.

10 - Are you a fan of scented candles? If so, what kind of scents do you like the most? I am a fan, but it’s not something I’m obsessed with enough to buy for myself. I’ve gotten scented candles as gifts and I can live off of those alone, lol. As for scents, I like ocean-y or sweet ones, like cinnamon.

11 - What did you order the last time you went out for a meal? The last time I went out for a meal...I think that was Taco Bell. I got one of their burritos and some deep-fried side, but I don’t remember which one it was. But right now I literally also just placed an order from KFC; I got a Double Down (FINALLY), and two orders of Fun Shots – one for me and another for the delivery guy as a way to thank him for taking my order at midnight.

12 - Who was the last person to visit your house? What were they there for? Ooh we haven’t received visitors in a while. I wanna say the last guests were still Angela and Hans, from the time we watched Sowoozoo together.

13 - If you could change one thing about your appearance, what would it be and why? I’d fix my teeth so I can finally feel entirely confident when smiling.

14 - How many miles/km's do you drive/walk on an average day? LOL like 0.5. I’m always at home.

15 - What's more annoying, a stone in your shoe or an eyelash in your eye? STONE IN SHOE. It hurts like hell and I have to stop whatever I’m doing to get it out, too.

16 - Do you get your groceries delivered or do you prefer to go the store yourself to pick them? I don’t do the family’s groceries but when I’m craving a snack or need toiletries for myself or whatever, I order online.

17 - How many surveys would you say you take a week, on average? Probably like 5 or 6. I only ever get to take them during the weekends now, but occasionally I’ll get to sneak in one or two in the middle of the week.

18 - What percentage is your phone battery on right now? 76%.

19 - What have you had to eat/drink so far today? Are you planning to have anything else before you go to bed? I had chicken fillet with rice for dinner, andddd that’s all I had for today haha. Right now I’m just waiting for my order to arrive. I do feel bad for giving into a craving but I’m trying to justify it by saying, 1) I literally sponsored three birthdays in the last two weeks, 2) this work week had been particularly been brutal, and 3) the Double Down is a limited-time offer thing so best to get it before it randomly disappears again for the next like three years.

20 - Have you ever donated to anyone's GoFundMe before? I don’t think so, no. But I’ve shared links.

21 - Have you ever won money on a scratch-card or lottery ticket? What did you spend it on? Nope.

22 - What was the last reason for you to leave your house? I went to Angela’s house for her birthday last Wednesday.

23 - Assuming you had all the money, space and knowledge necessary, what animal(s) would you love to keep as a pet? I’d still choose a dog.

24 - How many times a week do you get takeaway food/drink? I try not to make it into a habit. I get food delivery probably only once or twice a month.

25 - Are there any pets in the room you're in right now? What are they doing? Nope. Both dogs are downstairs.

26 - What was the last thing you took a photo off? Did you upload it onto social media anywhere? Yeah, Anj gave me Taehyung’s Persona postcard. Funny story about that; she had kept pushing it onto me but I vehemently refused because it’s her merch, until she finally said, “it’s fake, just take it” for me to take the bait. A day later she messaged me saying, “by the way the postcard’s an original” :------) Anyway after that I took a photo and uploaded it so I can thank her.

27 - How long have you know the friend you've known the longest? It’s 16 years this year.

28 - Have you ever had a job where you had to wear a uniform? No. We have a dress code, but no uniform.

29 - What time do you tend to get up/go to bed on a weekday? 8:30 AM/1 or 2 AM.

30 - What's your soda/soft drink of choice? I don’t like soda and I try to remain un-into it, but I tried Pepsi a few months ago and actually liked it, so I guess we can go with that.

#survey #surveys

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twiceblackvelvet · 4 years

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Whose Voice Is It Anyway?

A/N; this idea randomly sprung into my head at 2 am one night and has haunted me since. so i had to try and bring it to life. enjoy.

The white walls surrounding the closet area have become a well-known back-drop as of late. The majority of the videos created within this space usually include ridiculous dancing or lip-syncing to silly voice-overs, but today is more of a laid-back style of simply speaking to fans or anyone who happens to drop by the live stream. She gives herself a once over in the mirror and then on the screen before finally hitting the live option on her phone.

A few people immediately join and begin spamming the comment section with emojis, a few say hello whilst others flat out say “I love you,” which earns an internal chuckle for a response.

“Hello!” Jessica’s voice goes up a pitch with excitement seeing all of the people merrily interacting among themselves until random questions begin to pour in. “I’m at home right now, I just wanted to speak to you all, how are you guys?”

Light slow-tempo music fills up the silence around her, not wishing for the atmosphere to be awkward as she reads the many things flying up the screen too fast for her to be able to comprehend what most of them are saying.

“A new video? It’ll be out on Wednesday! Are you looking forward to it?” She asks after multiple people spammed about a new JessicaLand upload. A tonne of reassurances that people are indeed enjoying her content flows afterward. “I was so worried no one would watch but you all seem to like it a lot, it makes me so happy, in fact, we should probably change this!”

She shuffles around briefly with the camera not showing her arm stretching out for the device that is playing the background music until she pulls it into view.

“This music is too sad if we’re all in a good mood, let’s change it,” She readjusts herself upon seeing her reflection on the screen isn’t showing her face properly before speaking again. “Alexa, play happy music.”

The Echo flashes a blue ring around the top to show it has registered her request and immediately switches to a more upbeat pop song. The lyrics evade Jessica’s mind briefly but eventually, she catches onto which song it is and sings along to some of the words whilst reading the various comments.

“How are you guys?” She asks curiously. “Are you all taking care of yourselves?”

A stream of responses floats up the screen at a rapid speed, some positive, a few negative, and the rest not even answering the question and instead, hurling their own back toward her. A steady conversation ensues discussing the possibility of a new album, Blanc & Eclare’s latest collection as well as what Soojung has been up to recently.

The music playing in the background soon changes to a more doo-wop, R&B sounding melody with what Jessica thinks is a beautiful voice singing along to it. She begins to hum along with it herself mindlessly.

“Wow, isn’t this song pretty everyone? The voice is so beautiful, I could fall asleep listening to it.”

Her words are aimed towards no one, in particular, however, the startling response of people seemingly losing their minds after her compliment is rather confusing. Many people spam expletives, some simply repeat the word “omg” a bunch of times. Just as she’s about to ask what has caused this sudden uproar, it finally clicks when she sees her name repeated in some of the comments and her heart drops to the pit of her stomach.

Taeyeon.

Without even realizing it, she had not only managed to sit and listen along to Taeyeon’s voice singing beautifully without noticing who it was nor did her brain recognize the signature voice of her former group-mate, but she had complimented her in front of thousands of people. The first time she’s acknowledged her existence in years and it’s by far the most embarrassing way to do so humanly possible, Jessica thinks.

She quickly scrambles to change the song to something, anything other than what is playing, however, the damage if you wish to call it that has already been done.

As yet another airy pop song replaces the sweet tone of Taeyeon, Jessica is frozen in place and unable to figure out what to do or say next to everyone still collectively losing their minds over this brief interaction and nod to her former life.

Despite it being probably the worst way to move on from this blip, she decides to simply ignore it and pretend that it didn’t just happen with many witnesses who will no doubt rush to discuss it elsewhere and hopes that continuing the live will distract them from it altogether.

It doesn’t.

The conversation between herself and fans continues for another ten minutes, though, it’s a lot more difficult to find talking points now among the sea of people simply plastering Taeyeon’s name but she manages until it all becomes a little too much.

“I have to go now guys, but I hope you all remain well. I’ll see you all next time,” she waves goodbye to the screen and brings the live to an end with a deep sigh.

It doesn’t take long for both Jessica and Taeyeon’s names to trend on various social platforms, in fact, it’s rather impressive how quickly the news of it spread. Some fans initially couldn’t believe that such a thing would happen and put it down to people making something up to fit their narrative. However, when someone eventually revealed they had managed to screen record most of the live including what Jessica had said about Taeyeon, any and all doubts were put to rest.

In turn, it didn’t take much longer for news to reach Taeyeon either.

Sitting inside the back of a small coffee shop, hidden away enough that people won’t bother her with a manager flanked on the opposite side of the table. The steam from the warm drinks is Taeyeon’s only focus, watching it swirl out of the small cup forcing her to zone out a little.

“Taeyeon, look at this.”

The words alone cause a rush of anxiety to build up in the pit of her stomach, even more so once he places his phone in front of her showing the trending topics page. A headline reading ‘Jessica forgets Taeyeon’s voice’ sitting atop the page. She decides to read through the article, though she mentally refuses to acknowledge it’s because she’s intrigued. Instead trying and failing to convince herself it’s just because she has no idea what it could possibly be about, and yet, it makes her sad regardless.

It’s not that Taeyeon expected Jessica to remember what her voice sounded like after so long apart, but to have her forget it completely feels painful somewhere deep down inside in a place buried long ago and forgotten. The only saving grace being that Jessica complimented her before she realized who it was she was praising. Taeyeon chuckles to herself at just how air-headed Jessica clearly can still be at times.

The phone is quickly handed back to her manager as she scoops her own out of her jacket pocket. Her thumbs instinctively begin to type out a text message.

“How could you possibly forget?”

“Has it really been so long you don’t know what I sound like now?”

“Don’t you listen to my music nowadays?”

All of the possible things she could say to Jessica end up deleted. Her thoughts all begin to muddle into one until eventually, she closes the messages app after growing unsure of whether to bother sending her a text message after all of this time. She may not even have the same number. Instead, she hesitantly opens up Instagram, heads toward the story option, and snaps a picture of her coffee sitting atop the table. The pattern the barista managed to form being of a small heart.

She begins to type out a small message to go along with the picture and publishes it without thinking twice.

A few moments pass before the manager once again startles her out of her reverie.

“Do you know that you posted this?” He turns his screen to face her with the Instagram story of her coffee pulled up on it this time, pointing towards her words clear as day below the image of the cup.

“Yes.” is all she offers as a response and returns back to staring anywhere but at him or the phone.

“Don’t you think it will make matters worse?”

“It’ll be fine, it’s about time.”

The two names continue to trend with more and more people discussing the two former group-mates except now, more specifically, what Taeyeon’s words in response to Jessica could mean for them both.

“Your voice is still beautiful too.”

Jessica doesn’t see the story herself, not wishing to fall down the rabbit hole that is Taeyeon if she happens to look at the many pictures depicting her life now. However, she does see the many screenshots people tag her in for days afterward.

She would be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel all the things and more that Taeyeon now sings about.

Happiness.

#snsd #kpop #girl group scenarios #kpop scenarios #girls generation #kim taeyeon #jessica jung #snsd scenarios #snsd imagines #girl group imagines #taeyeon #jessica #taengsic #taeyeon x jessica #girls generation scenarios #girls generation imagines #snsd taeyeon #snsd jessica #jung sooyeon

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notasdriedapricots · 3 years

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The Tender Trap: The Origin Story

This is just pretty much a disclaimer for the disaster that’s coming.

I TALK A LOT OMG HOW DID YOU KNOW? Here's a TL;DR: -The Tender Trap is canon as shit, because I never intended to write a fic, and much less to publish it, but one thing lead to the other and I ended up kinda liking it. I love them so much. There's quite a lot added to it, but there's still a fair bit of the original thing in there, because again, that was the original goal. -However, if you think there's too much still there, let me know! I think I've modified it enough, but that's only my opinion. -If you catch technical mistakes, grammatical errors, weird vocabulary... let me know! English is my second language. -There's an after-villa sequel in the oven that has more angst (the game doesn't leave much space for that) and honestly is more fun. Or at least I've been having so much fun with it. I have to finish it first, though. I might hate it by the end, but we'll see. -Funny story: It was untitled for months. The day I randomly found a title while listening to Ella Fitzgerald, I kinda decided to 'fuck it, just upload it somewhere'. And so here we are. That was literally yesterday. -The first real chapter will likely be posted on AO3 on Thursday/Friday, depending on how much longer I keep messing with it :D

800 words of me rambling under the cut. How annoying is that.

I transcribed the whole goddamned game. In past tense instead of present, mind you. As one of the most popular memes in my country preaches: Why? There is no 'why'?

Well, there is. Just for clarification, that transcription is not what I will be posting. I'm not that dumb. No, I wanted to add nuances to the story without altering it, so I used what the game gives us as the skeleton. I wanted to see if I could make nonsense dialogue and the whole amnesia deal make sense by turning it into inside jokes, sarcasm, and anxiety. (Prosody is a wonderful thing). I tried my best to not contradict what has been explicitly said, regardless of how. much. I. wanted. to. change. it. That was the challenge, to reframe it so it made sense. Did it interfere with the 'creative process'? Nah, it was pretty fun, and I work well with a structure in place. The post-villa thing is way freer and oh god it's so over the place I have to put some order to that I don't even know where it's going but I found out I love writing domestic shit and I LoVe Lucas' mother.

This idea lead up to extending some scenes, adding others I felt were missing, composing internal monologues... And I ended up writing fiction again after like ten years. Which is not a "take it easy on me" card, by the way. Be ruthless, I can take it, mainly because I did this just for fun. I know I'm rusty, what's new? I know it mainly shows in the first chapters because the game forces a pace that's too fast and too slow at the same damn time and there's only so much my brain can do. I might rewrite them at some point, who knows. Also English is not my first language, so I can only hope there's something that sounds hilarious in there somewhere that you can point out so we can laugh about it. Let me know! I've loved this language since I was three, I want to use it properly. Also punctuation is sometimes different (commas and the necessity of explicit pronouns in English are a pain in the ass compared to Spanish) so you're welcome to correct that as well if you catch a mistake. So I don't intend to put myself at the same level as some of the fantastic writers in this fandom; you keep writing art, I'm just here for shits and giggles, and because this was insanely fun for me.

But going back. I started getting sidetracked, as I tend to do when I write, as you can see, so I had to get the scissors and cut those parts that weren't adding much to the main plot (telling Gary to apologize to Marisol is very nice but this chapter is already over 8000 words long, SIR) to make room for other parts that needed more depth, so amongst other things we have the emotional breakdown and apology we deserve after CA (or at least one that makes me feel bad, I don't know) and a lot of chats so these two actually get to, you know, know each other? Oh, and smut, ejem. Yeah. That.

In between I wrote half the after-villa sequel, canons for Liz, headcanons for Lucas, (head)canons for them together, pages and pages of questions and answers from both of them, fashion headcanons, families and exes, best friends; I put together pinterest folders with pictures of so (so) many people, clothes, apartments; I even wrote a musical episode where Liz has a karaoke battle with her ex in a jazz joint that's one of my favourite things because the songs are just *chef's kiss* I mean, Liz singing 'Cry me a river' is so cathartic... Anyway I started adding shit, mostly thoughts, to the game's dialogue, and it ended up in this abomination that never intended to be anything but fun. I'm not particularly proud of the first couple chapters because the cut/don't cut thing looking at the wordcount, trying to decide if I butchered the original dialogue, reduced it to a general paragraph, or pretend the scene never happened, all while having a chapter that was too short to split into two (or that would have one of them containing too little new stuff) but so long to be just one... was painful. I'm still dealing with that as I tweak the next chapters, but as soon as I have a somewhat definitive word/chapter count, I'll let you know. Just know that it's long, so do with that what you will.

SO, welcome. Take a seat, help yourself to a drink, and stay for as long as you like. When I got into this I went to the ball, so now I'm just dancing.

#TTT #dont say i didnt warn you #lets gooo

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Onision: IRL EP: 1 - Onision’s Response videos summary Part 8 (Final part for episode 1)

“Shiloh Exposed For MASSIVE Lies About Onision on Discovery Plus Documentary” (19 of 21)

Clip from the doc. They show the video “Garden Hugs” (re-upload) where it starts off with Shiloh trying to record a video. James interrupts her by yelling, “SHUT UP!” Randy asks how is this going to end and what’s the final chapter. James says they showed the clip out of context. He skips ahead to when he and Shiloh hug at the end of the video. He sarcastically says, “what an abuser.” In the clip, James makes faces while hugging Shiloh and noises while he kisses her. As he’s watching, he comments that he’s “funny as fuck.” He says that is obvious slander.

He’s playing the end of that clip out of context. What he didn’t show was Shiloh getting upset after he yelled at her. In the clip he even points out her eyes were getting teary. She tried continuing to record her video, but then it cuts to him cheering her up with a hug.

Clip continues, Randy says there’s no way this is going to end well. James says Randy sounded like Shane Dawson and that's why he’s so haunted by Shane. James says they played the clip of himself and Shiloh as if it were doom and gloom, but it was a literal make-out session. Doc plays again, Shiloh says he would shoot her and kill her in a lot of their videos. James sarcastically says if you ever pretend to shoot someone in a comedy sketch, you are now a predator. He plays a clip of Cyr pretending to accidentally shoot him in a sketch. He says he guesses Cyr abused him according to Shiloh and Discovery + logic.

The doc plays a clip from Shiloh and James’ fake prank video where he and his friends shave the side of her head while she pretends to sleep. Shiloh says she was an entertainer- he stops the clip. James shows a tweet from Shiloh to prove she was in on the prank. The clip continues and she says she was degraded for comedy. They play more of the fake prank clip. James says the documentary is framing that like it is real and people are going to think he shaved half of her head without her consent.

I think it’s obvious it was fake? She’s literally talking about how she was degraded for comedy and how she was an entertainer while they show the clip.

He says he doesn’t know how it’s possible to shave someone’s head during sex. He says you move too much.

She never said he shaved her head while they were having sex. She claimed during sex he told her he wanted to shave her head, then brought her to the bathroom and shaved it.

He shows a snippet of an old blog post from Shiloh to prove she chose to have her head fully shaved. He points out she said she “made a stupid decision.”

That could be in reference to her allowing him to shave her head. It doesn’t disprove her claim.

He plays the clip where he licks her bald head and sarcastically says she’s clearly a person who didn’t want to be in that situation and points out her smile and says she has joy in her face. He goes through the “Greg Abuses Me” clips again, but I already summarized his points in a previous summary.

“Shiloh Scammed, Lied About and Cheated On Onision (PROOF) Discovery Plus Documentary SHAM” (20 of 21)

Doc again, Shiloh says it [Onision comedy sketch videos] was the only creative outlet that she had. James says that’s a lie and again uses the clip of her in a professional studio (at the very beginning of their relationship) to prove she recorded music during their relationship. They play the candy corn clip from “Greg Abuses Me.” He, again, proves it was from a sketch. He says they shows it out of context because they wanted to fit the definition of slander.

Again, I already talked about the studio clip and summarized his candy corn points all in this post.

Clip continues. Shiloh says because of her career and status, she think he used her. James pauses it to point out she slit his throat in the sketch the documentary played while she was speaking. Shiloh says she believes he was making $30,000 a month while they were shooting videos. James says that’s wrong and laughs. He says he was way more successful with his husband than when he was with Shiloh. He shows Google Trends for Onision to show his relevance go up during his current marriage. He says Shiloh was not a significant blip on the relevance radar. He shows it was almost nothing until Banana Song. He says Shiloh is a crazy ego maniac. He says UhOhBro was his most profitable channel and he didn’t start that until after Shiloh.

She didn’t claim he was at his most successful during their relationship. I’m curious about how much he actually made while they lived together. Surprised he didn’t drop any receipts on that. 🤔 Especially since he started publicly threatening suicide over his $1k monthly alimony payments shortly after his relationship with Shiloh ended.

Shiloh says she never saw any of the money James made off of Youtube. James laughs and shows their emails from when he sent her money when she was in Canada. He says he also paid for flights and hotels while she worked in studios. He says he paid for her rent and food while she was in Canada. He says he paid for all the restaurants they went to while she was recording in the studio. He says she’s a fucking liar. He also shows the emails where she said she would pay him back and gave him fake money transfer info. He says she never paid him back. He says she did make that profit.

When I watched the doc, I got the impression she was saying she wasn’t paid. Like, she never got a cut of the monthly paychecks from their sketches. Not that he never gave her money or paid for anything. Also, the emails he shows where he sent her money were from the very end of their relationship, when she went to Canada to receive medical treatment. That’s a yikes if the only time he gave her money was at the end of the two years they were together. Especially since she made so many videos with him.

Shiloh says you’re essentially his property, his slave. He shows the “I’m Sorry” apology blog post Shiloh made after she was caught cheating on him. He points out she apologized and said she wants him to be happy. He says that doesn’t sound like a victim. He says it sounds like someone who cheated and got pregnant with someone else’s baby, completely lied and betrayed someone. He reads another portion of the blog post where she says she still thinks about him and when she looks at his pictures she cries. She said she calls his phone just to hear his voice. She said she was jealous when he moved on. She said she loves him and she deserves what is to come.

So because she’s apologizing for her wrongdoings and still has feelings for him right after their relationship ended means he never could have done anything wrong to her?

He says she is out of her god damn mind. He points out she admitted to emotionally cheating in her blog post, but says she had a baby 9 months later. He shows a picture of her and her baby, the baby is blacked out, which he says he did. He says here she is with her baby who died of SIDs, “according to her.” He says as he proved, you can’t trust her. He puts the baby’s birthday in a date calculator. He shows an email where someone talks to him about Shiloh cheating. He points out the email was from February 8th, so he says the cheating happened on or before that date. He uses the calculator to say it was 283 days between. He shows the average pregnancy lasts about 280 days. He says her boyfriend also bragged about having sex with her, which is why he broke up with her.

I hate when he insinuates Shiloh lied about her baby passing away. It’s so fucked up. How could someone as infamous online as Shiloh get away with lying about a child’s death for 8 years? Does he think she is hiding an 8 year old child somewhere? Believe me, if she lied, we would have known by now. She made a lot of enemies online over the years that would have loved to expose her for another lie.

I’ve explained this before, but I’ll explain it again. Back in the day Shiloh was HATED by almost everyone who followed her relationship with James, not just his fans. There were many “anti-o’s” who continued to shit on Shiloh way after their relationship was over. By the time her child passed, the baby’s father was not on good terms with her. A prominent anti-o reached out to the father to find out if she was lying. He confirmed the baby passed.

“Shiloh Embarasses Herself and Destroys Documentary on Onision With More Lies (Discovery + Exposed)” (21 of 21)

Shiloh says James convinced her that wearing makeup was something that sluts do. James says that’s easy to disprove. He shows Shiloh wearing make-up in the video where they announce she is back with James after a 2 month break-up. He points out she shoots himself and Cyr. The clip continues, Shiloh says she had no way to contact the outside world and she wasn’t allowed to leave the house. James randomly shows this on screen with no context:

It’s not relevant at all to what he’s speaking about. Also that’s not a message. It’s a public tweet. This was during the time when she was being civil toward James and refused to speak negatively about him.

He asks if she wasn’t allowed to contact the outside world, why did she have her own blog? He shows her Draculoh blog and says he clearly had no control over it because she would post when they were not dating. He says none of her statements are making sense. They show the “Greg Abuses Me” clip where he says everything she wants to put online goes through him first. James again, points out he was pretending to be the Joker and they were making a comedy sketch. He says in the blooper video, she was pretending to be sad and she was pretending to cry.

On screen, the doc says “after almost a year together, Shiloh and Greg’s relationship implodes.” He says it imploded far sooner than a year. He says he dumped her numerous times. He says he dumped her in Toronto and back in the States. He shows “The Truth” clips where she threatens to destroy him because he destroyed her. He says that’s pretty scary. He says the police showed up because she threatened to kill herself and make it look like he did it. He shows the clip of him speaking to the police. He tells the police she threatened to kill herself. He asks Shiloh what she said, that she was going to “make it look really bad.” A police officer interrupts James and asks Shiloh if she said she would kill herself. Shiloh says she did. Text on screen says, “there you go, she admitted I was telling the truth about her.” He said she was hauled away by the police.

The video does not prove James’ claim that she threatened to kill herself and make it look like she did it. She was asked by the police if she said she was going to kill herself and she says she did. That is not an admission to what James said.

While Shiloh speaks, they play the fake prank James and Shiloh recorded while he records her in the shower. Text on screen from James says Discovery + is a slanderous, corrupt company framing the clip like it is not a comedy sketch.

Again, they put this warning at the beginning of the episode. They don’t have to clarify which clips are comedic and which ones are serious. Fir the most part, it’s kind of obvious which clips are from sketches imo.

Shiloh says she tried to leave a couple of times, but he would find a way to stop her. James laughs and says that’s literally not true. He plays more of the police clip where he says Shiloh refuses to leave his house. He high fives himself and says he love receipts.

In that particular video, one of the things Shiloh says while she was crying was that she had nowhere to go. It seems like he was trying to kick her out. She was in a foreign country with no friends or family. She didn’t have a relationship with her parents at that point. Like he said earlier, they had a lot of break-ups. This does not disprove her claim.

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Babes in Chuckletown

OHO BOY, am I angry.

I was in the middle of a very long chapter in my fanfic when my computer randomly decided to restart, costing me NOT ONLY a very long chapter, but the ENTIRE THIRTEEN-CHAPTER DOCUMENT. I thank god that I uploaded it all to AO3 up until the thirteenth chapter (which is going to be a pain the ass to rewrite), but now I have to go in and copy-paste, re-bold and re-italicize everything.

So that’s how my Halloween is going. Excuse me while I cry.

Anyway. Please enjoy this one-shot I’m making up on the fly about Arthur having no choice but bringing his small child to Ha-Ha’s because he has nobody to watch her. Me being in an angry mood helps me to channel Hoyt’s ... Hoytish-ness. Hoyt was definitely an asshole in the movie, but I feel like the lines “I like you, Arthur” and “I’m trying to help you” flew under the radar in light of his dickishness.

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while, I just have no conceivable idea where this would logically fit into my fanfiction, so I gift it here. I’ll let this be a birthday present for the incredible @funsizedshrimp, since they seem to love my Carrie Fleck as much as I do and I absolutely should return the favor for all the lovely art they gift to me. I love you lots, you wonderful person you.

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“Hey Peanut, can you do me a favor?”

Arthur’s voice was soft, nearly indecipherable. The pudgy hand that had been grasping at his shirt collar suddenly pushed against him, exerting the energy to be able to lift her head up.

One bleary eye opened to look at him. Her cheek was rosy from her uneasy resting spot on his collarbone. Neither the time nor the place allowed for such coddling, but he continued to rock her on his hip uneasily.

“Mm?” she questioned.

“Can you put a hand over your ear?” he asked, softer still. “Daddy has to talk to someone and it might be a little loud. Not suitable for a baby’s ears.”

Although Carrie grumbled something that only he could decipher as “Not a baby,” she conceded. The sharp bone in her ear pressing against his collarbone hurt, but in the magical age where she began repeating every colorful phrase she heard from the television, he couldn’t risk anything.

Taking in a wavering breath, clutching the bag in his hand tighter, Arthur opened his boss’ door.

“Oh, how fucking nice of you to ... what the fuck is this?”

Hoyt looked up from his stack of documents -- chiefly the words complaint, absence, and Carnival bore into his head from a yellow slip on his desk -- to see Ha Ha’s resident hooky flinch in protest. What he first thought was an overgrown ragdoll, he realized with some incredulity was a toddler, pressing its head into Arthur’s neck.

“You brought a fucking kid into my shop?” he asked, voice rising.

“Hoyt ... please --”

“Please what? This should be good.”

It gave him no pleasure to watch Arthur be so hopelessly awkward, dropping the paper bag in a vain attempt to hike the kid further up on his person. He knew the guy was going through a rough patch with the wife. That it happened on Hoyt’s dime, though, made him hard to sympathize with.

Fumbling for something to do besides stand uncomfortably and rock his daughter into a sleep that she couldn’t attain, Arthur sat in the green chair across from Hoyt’s desk. He positioned Carrie to be able to rest easier in his lap. At a groggy whimper, his hand instinctively pressed against her arm, hoping it would keep her semi-warm. He didn’t know why Hoyt kept the AC on at all hours of the day.

“Well aren’t you a real mother hen,” Hoyt observed, devoid of anything Arthur could recognize as a positive emotion. “What’s it doing here?”

“I ... I had no other options,” he blurted out. “I can’t afford another day off work, but I have nobody to watch her.”

“Do I look like I’m runnin’ a charity ward, Arthur?” Upon further thought, “You didn’t bring her through the locker room, did you?”

“Nobody else is here,” he said quickly, realizing how bad that might’ve sounded once it reached his own ears. “And I made her close her eyes.”

Two scraggly grey eyebrows rose in vague surprise.

“Your mistake, not mine.”

Arthur felt the tips of his ears burn, unsure if he guessed correctly what Hoyt was referring to. Carrie may have been a surprise, but she was no mistake.

“How are you supposed to keep track of the kid on assignment?” Hoyt questioned, flitting through the ever-expanding pile of papers on his desk. “You’re booked for Amusement Mile today. That’s fuckin’ dangerous.”

Awkwardly, Arthur cleared his throat, feeling unable to meet Hoyt’s disbelieving eyes. His fingers rubbed Carrie’s arm up and down. She burrowed further into the crook of his neck, keeping her hand dutifully over her ear as promised. Her face was hidden from view by a crop of blonde hair -- the little veil he had left that kept work and home as two separate realities.

“I - I, um ...” A giggle got caught in his throat, as thick as a billiard ball. He forced it down. “I was wondering if I could keep her here. Just ... just for --”

“What?”

“Just for today, a -- and tomorrow, I’ll be sure --”

“Are you stupid?” Hoyt cuts in, and Arthur’s hand moves from his daughter’s arm to the small hand over her ear like a reflex. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“W -- well, Randall brought in his kid a few w -- weeks ago ... I thought maybe ...”

“Randall’s kid is twelve already, not three.” Hoyt heard a soft mutter of “she’ll be five soon,” as if it would sway the argument in Arthur’s court at all. “What the hell are you thinking in that fucked-up head? No relatives, no friends?”

“Nobody,” he said, and it surprised Hoyt that he hadn’t seen Arthur ... quite so sad before. He’d been sad, sure, but not pitiful. He couldn’t be more pitiful if he was dressed as Carnival doing this begging. “My -- my wife just left, I don’t know where she is. My in-laws are on vacation in Burbank and my mom is in the hospital. The neighbors won’t take her and -- and the preschool is closed ‘cause of a rat infestation. Hoyt, I’m ... I’m begging you.”

Something about the sight was so pitiful, so unfunny in his desperation, that Hoyt narrowly refrained from cutting back with My mistake for thinking you’d have friends.

“Mmf, Daddy,” the source of the frustration croaked. “My arm hurts. Can I put it down?”

“Yeah, Peanut,” he said quietly. The hand slid out from underneath his warm palm and found its way around his neck once again. A thumb brushed away a few strands of hair from her face, unveiling a curtain for her to view this strange new room.

Hoyt almost let slip a surprised “holy shit” as the kid’s head rose to look around the office, wide-eyed in her wonderment, but he thought better of it. But holy shit, did she look like Arthur, in eyes and face shape at least. Slap on a greasy brown wig and she could’ve been a pint-sized clone.

“A jack in the box,” she said quietly, pointing at the dumb clown statue out of his sight in front of his desk. “Daddy, jack in the box.”

“Yeah, Carrie, I see.”

Hoyt bit his lip, at a loss. It was always harder to turn a kid away when he had a name and a face to set to them. Until then the kid could’ve been a delusion for all he knew, the way Arthur talked about her like there was no god damn tomorrow. Who on this green earth would ever think to --?

Ugh. Fuck.

“You owe me, Arthur. Big time.”

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Nine in the morning rolled around to a relative calm. The kid was, to his relief, quiet and weedy for the most part, like her quiet, weedy father. A long stretch of silence ensued -- half-hour? Two hours? He didn’t fucking know -- where the rhythmic punching of the time cards from the locker room and pen (or crayon) on paper substituted for awkward and mindless conversation he didn’t want to indulge in.

His only indication that she was there at all was the knowledge that his door hadn’t opened since Arthur hurried out to get ready and dropped her in Hoyt’s proverbial lap (had it been a literal instance, he might’ve tossed the kid through the window on reflex), and the occasional kicking of leather sandals and bell bottom pant legs barely visible from his vantage point.

“Hey, don’t get any crayon on my floor,” he warned, wondering internally if she made up for in mischief what she lacked in outward annoyance.

“I won’t,” she replied, too high and cheery for nine in the morning. “I draw pictures to stop Daddy being sad.”

Well isn’t that just fucking lovely. But he had a schedule to amend.

He could send Arthur to the kids’ hospital in Randall’s place -- the kids seemed to really respond to Arthur better ... god, why did Randall have to be such an obnoxious prick of a clown with the kids? It was getting harder and harder to place him--

The rustling of paper and a soft grunt made him look up. Hiding her face from his view, the kid was holding up a drawing of ... colored dots? Big whoop.

She pointed to a bright green one, taking up the center of the page.

“That’s -- that’s my daddy at work,” she explained. He raised a brow. Quite a likeness. “And that’s me, with an ice cream.”

Her little pointer finger trailed to the scribble next to the green -- a flurry of yellow and brown and pink. Was that what she’d spent the last hour on?

“What’s that then?” he asked before he could stop himself, not realizing any words had left his mouth at all until the cap of a chewed blue Bic pen tapped against a blue scribble, neatly tucked away in a folded corner.

“That’s my mommy,” she explained, as casual as though he’d asked for the time. Oh. “She’s taking a break.”

He nodded, not trusting himself to say something he might regret in the hours to come. Before coming to the realization that it was not his business nor his time to care, a question flitted through his mind if Arthur had told the kid about her mom at all.

“I got work to do,” he settled. “Read a book or something.”

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Hoyt never thought he’d ever be disappointed to have a knock on the door that wasn’t Arthur.

“C’min,” he said distractedly.

“Hoyt,” Gary said. “Barney needs the key to the storage closet. Forgot his shoes at home.”

“Second time this week,” Hoyt tutted. Standing up, he allowed himself a stretch that popped his back in several satisfying places, and reached for the key under the strip of tape marked STORAGE. “Tell him this had better be the last damn time.”

“I’ll try.”

Their eyes, as though having just materialized in the room, landed on the girl, still lying on the floor but looking up at Gary, saying nothing. Gary’s face softened.

“Oh, hello,” he said amiably. “Is this your daughter, Hoyt?”

Don’t ever say something like that again --

“Nah.” He shook his head and sat back down. “Arthur’s kid.”

A moment of recognition passed where Gary’s eyes lit up like a damn Christmas tree. His smile grew wider.

“So this is the Carrie we’ve heard all about,” he exclaimed, sticking his hand out. “Pleased to meet you, Miss Fleck.”

At the lack of response, Hoyt looked over the desk. A blonde crop of hair was unmoved, and even quieter than she’d been before.

“Didn’t your daddy teach you not to stare?” Hoyt probed.

“She’s alright, Hoyt,” Gary countered, keeping his eyes on the girl. “She’s still very young.”

No time like now to teach ‘em not to stare

“Thanks, Hoyt,” Gary continued. At the door frame again, he smiled once more at the kid. “It was very nice to meet you, Carrie.”

The door closed. As if cued by the click of the lock, she turned quickly to Hoyt.

“He was small!” she whispered.

“Yeah, and you’re rude.”

“How rude?”

“It’s fuckin’ rude to stare at him ‘cause he’s short,” Hoyt snapped, pulling yet another litany of papers in a barely-together manila folder from an overstuffed desk drawer. “He doesn’t stare at you ‘cause you’re a girl.”

“But that was scary.”

“There’s a lot scarier guys to be on the lookout for, kid.”

“Who?”

Your daddy, for one.

“I don’t wanna be rude,” she said quietly, beginning to stand. She swiped a bit of dust from the knee of her bell bottoms, putting a nagging word in the back of his mind to sweep the office soon. “I wanna be like my daddy. He’s nice.”

He looked at her briefly before returning to his papers again. Crudely and off-tune, he made out that she was attempting to whistle the Andy Griffith theme.

Andy Griffith. Sheriff Barney Fife. God damn you, Gary.

The back of a blonde head was cast in varying shades as she stood in front of the window slats, drawing a little pointer finger over the sharpie-marked letters. MIME. WHITE FACE PAINT

I have no doubt you’ll be exactly like your daddy. Good luck with that.

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Two o’clock gave Hoyt his first opportunity to get a real look at the Fleck girl. That still felt weird to say.

“Here,” he said stiffly, digging into his back pocket to produce two dimes. “Go down the hall ‘til you reach the Pepsi machine and get us two sodas. It’s lunch time.”

She swiped the dimes from his hand. The contact of nails against his palm made him shiver more than he expected. She felt startlingly real.

A few hesitant steps later -- and he really had to question how poor Arthur was that she looked at the dimes like she’d never seen them before -- she turned to look at him. The pink clip holding her bangs back suddenly bobbed on her head.

“Daddy not let me have soda,” she said.

“Your daddy’s out working. Skedaddle.”

“But what if he come and sees?”

She was lucky her little girl charm made up for the annoying inconsistency of her grammar. If there was one thing Hoyt hated, it was inconsistency.

“We got two hours ‘til you gotta worry about that.”

He looked down again, swiping a red mark through Randall’s name. Another complaint from a kid’s parent from the latest birthday party. God damn --

A clanking made him look up, and sigh. She couldn’t reach the door handle.

“Every paper I can’t sign ‘cause of lookin’ after you is coming out of your daddy’s paycheck,” he threatened, standing to open the door.

The kid was made all the more startlingly real, assaulting his senses as he had to grab her arms and push her forward to get her to stop gawking at the animal statues and props in the storage closet that swallowed the hallway. At least the locker room was empty.

What the fuck are you thinking bringing her here, Fleck?

Leaning against the opposite wall, he watched with waning curiosity as she rushed over to the machine, concluded she was too short to reach the buttons, and pulled over a yellow chair (the uneven wobbly one that grated on his nerves to hear scraping against the ground in uneven increments) to stand on. Licks of curls rested on her shoulders, reminding Hoyt of her mop-headed father.

Rushing back to him, she triumphantly handed him a blue Pepsi can, keeping the Mountain Dew for herself. Eh, he’s had worse.

“Stay,” he said gruffly, unsure of what else to say. He was more accustomed to dogs than kids, but felt satisfied by her listening skills when she climbed into the yellow chair next to the black trunk-table.

Two minutes later and he found himself in the impossibly weird scenario of not only having lunch outside of the comfort of his office, but tossing a banana to a kid who, by all the laws of nature, should not really be allowed to exist. Cute as she may be, to see physical proof of Arthur Fleck’s sex life made it hard to look at her for more than a few seconds.

Hoyt looked anyway, a little annoyed at her inability to open the soda can with her frail little finger. Weak like her damn dad. He swiped it, opened it with a secretly satisfying hiss, and watched her take a great sip. Scrunching her nose -- thank god for her, it wasn’t like Arthur’s -- she stuck her tongue out in derision before reaching over to set it on the table.

Hoyt switched the cans. He hated Pepsi anyway.

He also hated bananas, and the leftover couscous his wife made the previous evening. Mentally he made a note to pack his own damn lunches from then on.

So the banana went to the kid, less out of concern for her eating and more as a means to stop any bellyaching from either her or his wife later.

“So your dad doesn’t let you have soda,” he found himself asking. Why his brain was unable to catch up with his mouth, he wasn’t really sure.

Through a mouthful, she shook her head at him. Swallowing down a sizeable bite, she said, “The sugar bad for my heart.”

“Hmm.”

“My mommy let me have soda, though,” she said, perkier now in a way that made him feel a little rigid. “She likes Coke.”

Hoyt held back a snort of derision and surprise. There were funnier things to mock Arthur about than his wife hitting it big and leaving. Coke was for the rich, he knew. Poor people ... drank Pepsi, he supposed, looking at the kid and the soda can again.

She seemed much more content with the Pepsi can. Metaphorical? Maybe. He was never one to think of analogies -- nor did he really care.

At the sound of the entrance banging open, her eyes widened and she went red. Her hands stayed firmly around the soda can as her proverbial cookie jar.

Whatever jaunty tune Randall was whistling as though he wasn’t twenty minutes late was cut short upon making eye contact with the kid. Hoyt saw something that looked friendly, but not in the same fashion that maybe Gary had in mind.

“Didn’t realize you paid for ‘em so young, Hoyt.”

An inexplicable burning sensation flared in the tips of Hoyt’s ears.

“It’s Arthur’s kid, now fuck off,” he said quickly. “And you’re late.”

“Car broke down again.”

“Well get it fixed, or don’t let it break down on my time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Randall sighed, breezing past them with his nicotine-smelling clown suit in hand, chief of the parents’ complaints.

The girl’s eyes trailed after the huge man, staying on the hallway long after he’d left. She leaned in just after he took in a mouthful of cold, crunchy couscous.

“What did he mean?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t ask questions.”

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Hoyt’s leg bounced, eyeing the clock out of his peripheral. If Arthur believed Hoyt was letting himself be saddled with the kid for one minute past four o’clock, he was really out of it.

The kid was getting restless, and relentlessly annoying. She surprised him with her expert knowledge on blowing up and tying balloons -- of course Arthur would teach her that, what a valuable life skill -- but the inefficient scraping of two ends of a tightly-woven balloon into a barely-decipherable balloon animal made him wanna pop the thing right in her face. God damn, why did he keep a pile of them within her reach?

She made a snake, she declared. Or a worm.

Upon reaching for another one, it came with an unnecessary avalanche of wormy friends as the corner of a plastic bag scattered a cluster of colored balloons on the carpeted floor.

“Shit,” he grumbled, rounding the desk to collect them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her put back the one she’d originally grabbed. “You’d better hope your dad has money to pay for new balloons, kid.”

“Shhh ...” His eyes narrowed at her, watching her lean down with him to collect handfuls -- albeit smaller handfuls -- of long balloons. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

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Two minutes to four, Arthur came into the office, looking like a man on a mission. It was to his visible relief, Hoyt noticed, that the kid was happy and very much alive.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, hopping from the chair to take aim around his pant leg, leaving her picture book on the ground. A hand stroked some hair behind her ear and she smiled sappily up at him. “I drew you pictures and -- and I made you a balloon snake, but it popped.”

Groaning, he pried her arms away and bent down to her level.

“Were you good for Hoyt?” he asked, the faintest smile threatening to split on his face. Eight hours of work would not stop him from enjoying how soft her hair was, or how she smelled like cherries when she hugged his hulking, sweaty form.

“Just aces,” Hoyt smiled cloyingly, twisting a pen cap between his fingers. “Get a sitter for her tomorrow or don’t bother coming in.”

“That good, huh?” Arthur questioned, groaning again in achy protest as he stood up. “I’ll find a sitter for her, I promise.”

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Three hours and two much-needed baths later, Arthur was finding a familiar rhythm in twirling his best girl around their little living room, not minding that he got lost in the mask he wore in front of her. Their old turntable warbled and scratched, but he scarcely noticed.

Carrie didn’t smile at anybody the way she smiled at him. He hoped she knew the flip side to that was true as well.

Que sera sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera sera

“I talked with Mom on the phone today,” he mentioned, watching her face brighten into a widening grin. “She said she wants to meet up with us to take you to lunch on Saturday.”

“Is she come back?” she asked. With her left hand enveloped in her father’s, she shifted her right arm so it rested against his chest and she could lean back to look at him. His face fell slightly.

“No, Peanut, I don’t think so. But you’ve been doing so well with school ‘til it closed, I thought you could tell her all the new rhyming words you learned. You learned what rhymes with bit, didn’t you?”

Her eyes traveled up to the ceiling, scrunching her nose to remember.

“Split,” she concluded, aglow in his proud smile. “Now you.”

“Befit. You?”

“Uh ... grit.”

At a very inelegant dip, which sent her into shrieking giggles as she felt her ponytail brush the floor, he said, “Banana split.”

“That doesn’t count!” she laughed.

“Oh, really? How does it not count?” he humored.

“Cause I said split! No cheating!”

“Then tool kit,” he smiled. “But now you have to think of two words.”

“Quit, and ...” She stopped to consider. “Oh, I learned one today! Shit.”

____________________

“Hoyt?”

“What do you want?”

Arthur looked from the paper in his hands, to the area of space between his person and the paper, filled in by the sight of his feet doing an awkward little soft shoe. Should he even question Hoyt about this? He was as honest as he could be, but something about this didn’t seem to add up.

“It’s just, uh ... my paycheck seems higher than it should be?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, no, but --”

“Then what is it?”

A nervous sweat started to form at Arthur’s hairline.

“It’s just that ... I did the math, and -- and it looks like you paid me for one of the days I didn’t work.”

“Are you tellin’ me you don’t think I did my math right? Go get a fuckin’ bank job if you think you know better.”

“So ... I’m -- I’m fine if I deposit the two hundred from the check?”

“Your money,” Hoyt grumbled, signing away another mindless paper. For being a clown business, he sure did have a shitload of paperwork. “Pay your rent, buy a hooker, some booze ... a snazzy divorce lawyer.”

Turning, Arthur felt something air-light in his chest, still disbelieving of the good fortune.

I can pay the rent, he registered. I can pay the rent and I can buy Carrie some new toys.

“Hey, how’s the little ankle-biter, by the way?”

He turned again, slower.

“What?”

“Kelly, the -- the kid you brought in on Monday. Raised hell in my office.”

“Oh ... Carrie?”

Arthur looked down at his shoes again, smiling. Staying with his mom and her newly-broken arm, bellyaching about wanting Hoyt at her babysitter again because “Nana can only make TV dinners.”

“She’s just aces.”

#arthur fleck #dad!arthur fleck #hoyt vaughn #joker #joker 2019

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More Shiro-Sora things

I haven’t uploaded these tidbits to tumblr yet.

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—Catchphrases— Iroha says “nyaa” at times SeeU has a habit of saying “meow” Dex says “woof” sometimes Nigaito’s verbal tic is “gyuu” Miki says “Chun chun!” A lot... to be cute. Haku tends to say “Uwaah!” A lot. Uta’s catchphrase is “Yare yare...” (“Good grief...”) Taya’s catchphrase is “Is that sou, desu ne?” (“Sou desu ne” is basically “Is that so?” in Japanese. I combined the two. —Quirky behavior— Lapis carries around a toy wand and pretends to cast spells. Anon is just... chaotic neutral, in the way Luana and Isadore (OCs) are. She does things like eating Lunchables in the bathtub at midnight in the dark to prove that Lunchables float. Why midnight, and why in the dark? Because she doesn’t want dust bunnies to see her boobs. She’s also a very skilled mime. Kanon is wacky, and chaotic good. Like Luana and Isadore (OCs) but in a different way than Anon. She’s the type of person to immediately press a random button she found that says “Do not press.” She likes to annoy people with sound effects from her slide-whistle. She also likes playing dramatic kazoo. She also has clown skills, like juggling, and the ability to ride a unicycle. Teto is like Fuuko (Clannad) Taya is smart and dignified but... very clumsy and naive as well. Uta is badass, but kind of “chaotic dumb” in certain ways. Sometimes she forgets to do her homework while doing her homework. Don’t ask. Taya loves sweets, and his favorite is strawberry shortcake. He is also a good pastry chef... Uta is horrible at cooking! She is so horrible, that she makes things mega-explode! She is so horrible, she needs Taya to cook for her just so she can get by! Gakupo has some pretty sick ninja skills, just saying. Miki sometimes slips into “animated mode,” where she begins to act like a cute shoujo anime protagonist. Miki also sometimes runs with bread in her mouth when she’s late for school. When Ruko was late for school, she ran to school with an entire plate of breakfast in her mouth! Taya gets completely drunk after just a few sips of alcohol... Haku sure can hold her alcohol. She can beat everyone in a drinking contest... Nigaito is endearingly moe. He likes drawing pictures. Miki sometimes lends him cute manga about hamsters, his favorite animal. Ruby likes starfish for some reason. She always assumes every star-shaped item is supposed to be a starfish... Taya’s recorded voice has a tendency to break headphones. Nobody knows exactly why. Ruko is a very big eater. Akari likes stars. Ruby likes starfish. Piko likes stargazing. Yukari likes star celebrities. Nigaito likes the Big Dango Family song. Ruby tries to convince him that starfish are cuter and proposes the Big Starfish Family. Taya and Momo get into a rather heated argument over whether strawberries or peaches are better. Uta asks herself why she’s surrounded by airheads. Uta buys Taya a strawberry Squishmallow for his birthday. In no time, Taya is able to think of a personality and an extensive backstory for his new plush friend... Uta is impressed. Yukari fakes being mysterious and sophisticated to impress IA. It doesn’t work. —Funny Moments brainstorm!— Group chemistry! Misunderstandings... One time Taya tried playing Uta’s violin instead of his usual cello. He played an earsplitting tune and ended up breaking the violin. Not only does it just break, it comically explodes into little pieces! 46 of them to be exact... Taya mistook one of Akaito’s spicy habanero peppers as a new type of strawberry. He ate it, and it was so spicy that he temporarily lost the ability to speak.

“He’s just standing there... menacingly!” -Len, talking to Rin, referring to Kaito “Why did you set me on fire, Uta? Why didn’t you just write your essay?” -Taya ”Qingxian, I used your clarinet to unclog the toilet...” -Taya ”I am the darkness, I am the edge! I got this bruise falling from the ledge! Oh yeah!” -Zatsune “My voice is just naturally bass-boosted, I guess.” -Akaito ”You make the bass drop in my heart! I want to be together, with you.” -Yuuma, to Mizuki, in front of... everyone ”People all look the same to me. They all have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, arms, and legs. But Taya... you’re different. I can tell your soul apart.” -Uta “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen.” -Taya. He was practicing lines from a short play he wrote himself. This captures Uta’s heart... “Take my hand... I’ll take you to a place where miracles happen... Now, shall we go?” -Taya, this time for real. He is reaching his hand out to Uta. He is trying to comfort her after an emotional moment. Both of them are about to cry. This is right before he confesses his love to her at the top of a hill under the stars.

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Random details- Taya is very polite, and selfless. He's always willing to do favors for people. He speaks in polite language. He bows at many occasions (Even in this universe that takes place in the USA, and not Japan.) He is humble as well. These may seem like quirks or obsessions as first, but it stems from his feeling of obligation to do things for people and "not be a burden," because he had friends and teachers who treated him like a burden before. When his anemia caused him to faint or miss classes, everyone treated him as a burden. When he starts hanging out with Uta, she comments on how he feels like a butler and tells him to loosen up, it's okay to be a bit more relaxed, and selfish even. Uta is pretty sarcastic, blunt, and sort of kuudere, so it'll be interesting to see her with the pure Taya Uta just lost her passion to depression, but that's touched on eventually/later She's all like "I hate life" but that's because of depression Taya tries to help out Uta and make her smile but... he ends up upsetting her... When Taya finds out how depressed Uta really is he starts crying for her and saying "I'm sorry..." and Uta is like "Why are you crying? Nothing is your fault..." And Taya apologizes again and says it's a habit that he feels responsible for his friend's sadness. Uta hugs him. "I haven't been able to cry for years, so I'm a bit jealous..." She says. "But... I still don't want you to cry though... I like to see your smile, ok?" Well I think the day Uta finally cries is when something bad happens to her but Taya comes and saves her and then confesses his love for her And then come the waterworks, from both of them! ——— There are magical moments where all 46 characters come together and do or create something. Such as a musical play. Do all 46 characters eventually become a gigantic group of friends? Imagine the 46 of them renting out an entire restaurant... and all taking turns performing karaoke! ——— List the backstories, secrets, sad hidden depth, tragedies, stories... and quirks! The quirks are how we grow to fall in love with these characters before we reveal the sadness. In the novel, it all ends happily... If it ever becomes a game, well... there would be a possible “good end” and possible “bad end”... ... Haku Yowane- Haku’s story is that she’s been lonely and insecure for most her entire life. Neru Akita- Neru’s story is that she has found herself alone and misunderstood for most of her days due to her temper. Miku Hatsune- Miku’s sincere, earnest dreams are crushed and she falls into a deep depression when she is diagnosed with an illness that will progressively damage her vocal chords. Miku never sang for selfish reasons. She sang out of love. She sang to connect others. She now compares herself to a caged bird, or one with broken wings. She wants to write a song about it... but she would rather have her final song be a happy tribute to all those who have helped her. Luka Megurine- Is Luka slowly fading away from this world somehow? Teto Kasane- Is Teto a spirit or something or other? Gumi- Gumi was bullied a lot since she was young, which traumatized her. Now people show her the tiniest bit of dislike, she panics or cries. Meiko Sakine- Meiko’s parents were neglectful, leaving her to have to mature on her own. Lapis Aoki- Is Lapis simply a wish fragment? Merli Aoki- Merli is still traumatized by the tragic death of her parents. Lily- Lily wants to change her image to someone more tame. She originally became a delinquent in middle school due to her parents’ constant fighting. IA- IA’s parents are divorced. It started after her mother had a miscarriage. She would’ve had a little sister named IO. Yukari Yuzuki- Yukari feels very insecure a lot... Uta Utane- Depressed, and doesn’t see much in life. Usually bored and glum. Once a bright girl with lots of dreams. Deep inside, she is passionate and caring, really… Can it be restored? Miku Zatsune- Insecure and hates Miku Hatsune for being more popular than her... Rin Kagamine- Rin has a mysterious connection to Len. Whenever Len is sick, Rin gets sick too. If Len were to die, Rin will suddenly die as well. Len Kagamine- Len has a mysterious connection to Rin. Whenever Rin is sick, Len gets sick too. If Rin were to die, Len will suddenly die as well. Kaito Shion- Kaito is actually an adopted child... not from this world... and doesn’t belong... Akaito Shion- Dell Honne- Dell is usually in a bad mood. He currently lives with a father who barely acknowledges him. He tends to keep it all inside, and he’s really just lonely and needs to find someone to vent to. Gakupo Kamui- Yuuma- Piko Utatane- Piko is a shy and compassionate person, but whenever he opens his mouth, he sounds very strict. He is bad at socializing and making friends, which leaves him quite lonely. On top of that, he is sickly and absent from school often. Piko wishes to make a friend. Mizuki- Nigaito Shion- He is sickly and is usually under the weather... Dex- Daina- Ruby- Taya Soune- Thinks of himself as a burden... Longya Yuezheng- His younger sister Ling nearly got into a tragic accident when they were younger, traumatizing Longya. Ling Yuezheng- She feels lonely that she doesn’t have many friends and is devoting her life to studying. Momo Momone- Is always passing out randomly... SeeU- Has a mysterious illness. Ruko Yokune- Ruko was always insecure about their height, six feet and two inches tall. They always wanted to be petite and feminine, but their body wouldn’t stop growing. Ritsu Namine- Ritsu used to be a bully. He remains to have a tsundere attitude... Deep inside, he has an earnest wish to apologize to everyone he ever hurt. Ruko is one of the few people who understands and knows this about Ritsu. In his childhood, he bullied Gumi for being a “coward.” Now he wants to apologize, but... Miki- Miki is too idealistic. She sees the world through rose-tinted lenses... but what happens when those lenses shatter? Aku Yamine- She wishes to have magic... she hates the state of the world. She hates evil, which is ironic... considering her name is pronounced like the Japanese word for evil. She wishes to cast out the darkness... which is ironic because her last name has the kanji for dark. Because of this, and because she tends to be a nuisance, Aku feels as if she is just a curse. Bruno- Bruno’s mother died when he was young. Clara- Clara was bullied a lot as a child. Iroha Nekomura- Yuu- Wil- Kyo- Akari Kizuna- Cheerful and sweet, and wants to make others smile… even though many heavy thoughts are hiding behind her own smile. Qingxian Mo- Being self-absorbed, Qingxian eventually begins to take advantage of Taya’s generosity and inclination to do favors. She may seem a somewhat spoiled brat, but she is lonely... Anon- Kanon- ——— College dorm antics... ——— Supernatural elements? Does the world have magical properties? How about the characters?

List them here...

All 46 characters mysteriously acquires a crystalline “star fragment” sometime during their journey. There are 46 pieces in total. Each character mysteriously acquires one when they are fulfilled. The fragment is from their heart. At a climax scene where all 46 are present, all the pieces are put together to form a beautiful kaleidoscopic star in 46 colors. This crystalline rainbow star can grant a grand wish, any wish... What will everyone agree will be their wish?

#Shiro-sora #my writing #vocaloid #utau #fanfic #life of pastell #brainstorm

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username-echo-is-taken · 5 years

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Roadtrip~CNCO Headcanon

OMG GUYS THERES 300 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME LIKE WTF IM SHOOK!!!! In celebration of that I decided to finally finish a request I received MONTHSSS ago! But I hope you guys enjoy! I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰❤️

Requested: “headcanon about the guys going on a long drive with them being the driver” by @cedanana 3 MONTHS AGO ASLKGSHFL I’M SOOOO SORRY!!! I started working on this forever ago and welp here we are now, and it’s not even good 🙃and it’s not even what you really asked for sorry bby 😔

Warnings: horrible writing skills LMAO

Author’s Note: this is wayyyyy too long to post as one so I’m posting one half today and the other half tomorrow when I finish it! So sorry for the inconvenience!

Zabdiel: Sightseeing as much of Puerto Rico!-several hours and stops

It’s your first time visiting Puerto Rico and Zabdi is sooo excited for his amor to explore his island with him

Neither of you slept much because y’all stayed up late going over your route plan for the 10th time

He wakes up earlier than you to make breakfast

Brings it to you in bed like the gentleman he is...but you’re two bites in when he starts rushing you out of pure excitement lol

You ask him to pick out your outfit bc 1.) he knows the weather and activities so he can dress you appropriately and 2.) you want him to enjoy EVERY little thing about your trip...he thinks this trip is about you but to you it’s all about him, seeing him so happy and excited makes your heart melt UWU BITCH 😭

Your first stop is to get snacks obvio

He takes you to all the cool spots close to his house to get them out of the way *insert small photo shoot*

The next destination is about an hour away so cue the carpool karaoke!!

Of course he’s singing like an angel on Earth and well let’s just say you were not that impressive YIKES

You got videos of both but only the ones of him are posted so you can keep some of your dignity lol

Zabdi being Zabdi, he randomly pulls over to the side of the road, jumps out of the car, picks a pretty flower, and gives it to you, “una belleza pa’ mi bellisima novia”

YOU LOVE THIS MAN™️

Little do you know that he has been taking secret pictures and videos of you to add to the album on his phone so whenever he has to go away on tour he can always have a piece of his amor

By the end of the trip you are completely IN LOVE with the island, appreciating all of its beauty with the love of your life

When you get back, after you’ve had a shower and are in bed you get a notification that Zabdiel De Jesus has uploaded a picture….you look over at him and he has a tiny smirk on his face and he lets out a giggle bc he uploaded the LEAST flattering picture of you from when you caught him taking a picture so you made an ugly face at him

Butttt don’t worry he also posted nice ones bc he’s nice like that

Joel: Disneyland!-Hesperia to Disneyland-under 2 hours depending on traffic

It’s Christmas time and it’s your first year spending it with Joel and his family (ok but who wouldn’t want to spend it with them?! It looks so fun!)

They all find out you’ve never been to Disney and it’s like a bullet to the chest to them LMAO

Soooo Joey has taken it upon himself to take your Disney virginity lol

He likes to be very organized so of course he made a list of which rides y’all are gonna go on and in what order

He makes sure you’re all asleep at a good time bc he knows how you get if you don’t get enough sleep lol

You two wake up a little earlier to help his mom make sandwiches and snacks for the journey

Since there are so many of y’all going you have to take two cars, his mom driving one and him driving the other

He asks everyone for songs to add to the playlist he created and y’all jam tf out

The music is so loud his mom has his little brother call you and tell y’all to TURN THAT SHIT DOWN cause they can hear it from their car OOPS

When you make it there, barely alive bc Joelito decided to get distracted by some freakin birds...yea...birds... you’re a little worried if his plan will work because it’s PACKED, I mean c’mon what did he expect around Christmas

He knows it too and he has a sad little pout on his cute face making you sad too because who wants to see this baby sad???

He just wants this to be the best first experience

What he doesn’t realize is that you could literally just sit in silence with him and you would be over the moon

You spend the day, holding hands, walking around, riding the rides, just having an amazing time

You’re having sooo much fun you don’t even think about getting some pictures together but don’t worry his brothers and cousins have it handled lmao

Your favorite is a video of you and Joel dancing when he twirls you around and pulls you back into his chest for a hug, and you definitely feel like a princess

During the drive back home, everyone in the back seats are asleep and you whisper to Joel how much fun you had and how much you love and appreciate him for everything

Homeboy wants to cry deadass lol

He holds your hand while he drives and every so often he brings it up to his mouth so he can give it a kiss

When you get home he makes you a hot chocolate and you stay up for a while just talking and enjoying each other’s company before snuggling up to go to sleep

Richard: Universal Resort!-Miami to Orlando-3 ½ hours

This papi wants to take his 2 girls out for a fun weekend, and where can you have fun all day without getting tired..? UNIVERSAL!! (not that I would actually know bc i’ve never actually been LMAO)

The 3 of you are beyond excited, although you might be a bit more excited than Aaliyah, but shhh no one has to know

The night before, you sit in Aaliyah’s room, asking her about certain outfits before putting them in her little ‘going-away-bag’, before tucking her into bed, not noticing that Richard has been watching with a smile on his face, until you hear him walking towards his baby girl to kiss her goodnight OOF

Soft Papi Richard makes you swoon™️

You guys then move to your room to pack your stuff

We all know he would take longer to pack his stuff because “this shirt matches these pants, but so does this one...i’ll take both...but what shoes tho?”

Since you’ve been so excited you already mentally planned your outfits lol and maybeee,just maybe, you bought 2 new swimsuits that you know he would drool over

You’re already in bed by the time Rich is finally done, you’re halfway asleep when he gets into bed so he just kisses your forehead and plays with your hair

In the morning, you get up a few minutes earlier than planned so you can make a few sandwiches and a few other snacks, but you already know they’re gonna be gone within the first hour so a pitstop for food is a must lol

CNCO is playing the entire ride because Aaliyah wants to hear Papa sing, but who are you kidding, you want to hear your angel sing too

When you finally get to Universal you quickly get to your room and leave just as fast as you got there lol

Y’all spend the entire first day going on rides and just walking around admiring all the beautiful things

You and Richard are both half asleep on the way back to the room, and Aaliyah is asleep in his arms

The next morning (almost lunch because y’all wore yourselves out lmao) you have brunch in bed and watch a movie for a while before getting ready to go to the pool!

Let’s just say that your man’s jaw drops real quick, and he most def can’t keep his hands off of you

You spend a few hours at the pool, enjoying the water and the sun before heading back to the room to take a nap before dinner

Y’all were going to a somewhat fancier restaurant so you spent a bit more time doing your hair and makeup before putting on a beautiful dress

You then get Aaliyah into her dress and you do her hair all cute and shit while Richard is finishing getting ready

After dinner comes desert obviously so back to the park you go to find some ice cream!

You quickly but thoroughly enjoy it before heading back to the room to change into comfy clothes for the drive back home

#cnco #cnco imagines #cnco imagine #zabdiel de jesus #zabdiel de jesus imagine #cnco fanfic #zabdiel de jesus fanfic #joel pimentel #joel pimentel imagine #joel pimentel fanfic #cnco headcanon #richard camacho #richard camacho imagine #richard camacho fanfic

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|CV SQUAD | Social media AU

MIAMI NEW YORK LONDON LA

CV SQUAD TAKE: MIAMI,NEW YORK, LONDON, LA

AU WARNING: SMUT WISE, THERE WILL BE A MIXTURE (F/M) (M/M) (M/F/M) SO IF THAT OFFENDS YOU DO NOT READ ONCE POSTED!

JIMIN/OC CENTERED AU (OT7 SUB FOCUS, THE OTHER MEMBERS ARE IN THIS A LOT)

SOCIAL MEDIA AU : SMUT/HUMOR/LIQUOR/LANGUAGE/RECREATIONAL DRUGS

POSSIBLE LIGHT ANGST IN THE FUTURE

BACKSTORY:

Jimin (23), Y/N (24), Namjoon (25),Yoongi (25), and Jungkok(21) all met in college, for Media Arts, and ended up coming together for the sole purpose of a group project. From that “Candid Vibes” was born a podcast hosted by Jimin, Y/N , and Namjoon that’s now streamed by millions 3 days of the week.

“Candid Vibes” is a space where you're free to talk about everything from politics to bullshit. Nothing's off limits and no opinions wrong, your free to think and feel how you want...the only requirement is that you leave filters and judgments at the front door. Fast forward 4 years, and a couple million followers later and you have the “CV Squad Tour” to celebrate their podcast turning 3 and there youtube channel which just hit two million subs turning 1 year old! A mixture of content dances through there Youtube channel streaming a live recording of the podcast once a week , as well as daily/weekly vlogs, behind the scenes footage ETC.

One of the many perks to their social media presence is of course the sponsorships, starting with the fact that JETTLY volunteered to sponsor the air transportation. Of course in exchange for “clout” ...pictures, hashtags, snaps, vlog footage..you name it, as well as AirBnb are handiling the living accommodations. In addition to numerous other brand deals which I’m sure you’ll see tagged in almost every tour related post this group uploads over the next 16 days. Especially because they've also created a separate IG account specifically for the tour appropriately titled CVSQUADTOUR.

OH, then there's that, their going to 4 different places over a 16 day span, each city having its own live podcast, filmed in front of an audience that holds between 3-5 thousand people. As well as a meet and greet the day before the show, and an afterparty at a club immediately after the podcast wraps. The show has always been known for being very interactive with it’s listeners, as well as having an alternating guest host at least once a month. One of their listeners favorite guests come from another popular Youtube Channel “TEAMJTH” or simply Jin (25) Hoseok (25) and Taehyung (23) (Try guys/ Buzzfeed unsolved vibes, they all have individual talents that gained them followers. But together they are known for their chemistry,personality and just randomly hilarious videos).

This threesome will also be joining them on tour, not making an appearance on every show..there tagging along more so just for shits and giggles. But they will make appearances at, at least 2 of the 4 live podcasts along with a couple of the after parties! This octet entered the game around the same time,and despite all the rumors and fake drama scandals trying to pin them against each other. As the years progress they’ve only managed to get even closer, in more ways than one.

*****Essentially, TEAMJTH, live almost an hour away, and also have there own thriving careers and YT channels, so they don’t hang out with the members of the CV SQUAD every day. Not to say they don’t talk on a regular basis but they probably only see each other like 3 times a month. So anything that has or hasn’t happened sexually in the past between the 8 of them(Even within the CV SQUAD who live together) it’s not a common occurrence, it’s also not something that’s “expected”.

But It’s been a while since they’ve all been together in this sort of setting, which makes things even more tempting ! I.E living and traveling together, going out to clubs, immense amounts of alcohol and jet lag....

****The plan is 4 parts...one per city..

I’m NOT promising smut/smutty moments with EVERY member but at least 4-5 of them!

-All of the ‘Characters” are BI including the OC, also Yoongi is the CV squads manager/creative director, while Kookie is there videographer and editor!

There all very tanned BTW since they live in CA

JIMIN-(SY TOUR Jimin, when his hair was dark and kinda long all over, parted down the middle! Jimin is tatted a pierced(s) though...you’ll just have to wait and see where!)

NAMJOON- (BWL ice blonde joonie, lightly tatted, and maybe an unexpected piercing or two...)

HOSEOK (5TH MUSTER Hobi style wise, long and parted down the middle, BUT color, it’s that deep burgundy-ish brown he had once the bright red started to fade. He also has a tiny hoop in his nose, and one tattoo but it’s a big one.

TAEHYUNG (5TH MUSTER Tae Tae, long ,wavy, fluffy, either messily falling in his face or parted down the middle when straight. Taehyung has his tongue pierced and that’s all I’ll give away

KOOKIE (5TH MUSTER/FLUFFY AIRPORT Kook, just long, dark,bouncy and typically parted down the middle. Kookie has a half sleeve

JIN (5TH MUSTER/ Jin with his fluffy lavender hair )

YOONGI- (Ice blue/blonde MIC DROP/DNA ERA YOONGI) Pierced Yoongi…….

Y/N( OBV I keep this vague but she’s tatted as well, and has her nipples, and nose are pierced.. Aesthetically she is an influencer though so, nails,hair,makeup...the common outline lol )

I have a OT7 series “Private sessions” and after part 1 I didint like the way that one panned out...so this will somewhat replace that one...BUT this has nothing to do with “LOFT 26″ part 2 is coming VERY soon!

PART 1

SOCIAL MEDIA EDITS

PART 1

PART 2

NO PREMIER DATE AS OF YET: BUT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SECRETLY FOR A WHILEEEEEEEE! I JUST REFUSED TO POST ABOUT IT UNTIL I DID AN UPDATE ON MY MAFIA SERIES!

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI!

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please don’t think i’m rushing you i’m just curious but when do you think you’ll do rena rouge? and do you have like a order in which you’ll do a set? love your work btw and please, take your time

Hi! I was just going to upload a post with pics of finished Chloé. So, after I publish her I’ll keep working on Rena.

I have an order for the main sets (the ones named as Set### and that “contain” the proper holder of the miraculous). Things got a little messed up, especially with s3 events and info, and I ended up creating new categories that, instead, get updated randomly based only on my inspiration.

My “work schedule” for now is this one:

So the publishing schedule for now is (the ones in italic are “maybe”):

Chloé 008

Antibug (with a mask for AkumaLB illusion that shows up in Catalyst) A01

Chat Blanc (after his episode comes out and I have it in HD) A02

Queen Wasp (after Felix comes out and after I watch and have the finale in HD because from the unfortunate spoilers I’ve heard, she’s akumatized again in the last episodes)

Rena Rouge 009

Multifox F03

The making schedule of the main sets is:

Alya 010

Carapace 011

Nino 012

Mayura 013

Nathalie 014

And this ends the first row of the Miraculous Box, continuing with the zodiac:

Luka 015

Viperion 016

Kagami 017

Ryuko 018

I haven’t decided an order for the other holders and most likely s4 will already air by the time I start working on them. I surely need more reference for Monkey King and a little for Pegasus. For Alix I need to understand if she’s going to use the miraculous in her teenage age too (due to the different hair and civilian clothes). Rose and Juleka are assumed by the opening of s2 and s3 since it was right for Mylène and Lady Noire/Multimouse.

Sets that I might make and publish after Rena Rouge (in a random order):

Jade Turtle/Master Fu (after Carapace, might be a single set with his hero and civilian clothes)

Aspik (after Viperion)

Dragon Bug (I would say after Ryuko but maybe before, like Multimouse)

Snake Noir (after Viperion if he already appeared in the show, DON’T SEND SPOILERS)

the four power ups listed above

some of the Civilan outfits listed (and not listed if there are new ones) after the main civilian sets are made (I’m almost convinced to put Marinette loose hair in her Pajamas set)

The things you see in yellow are the ones I’ve already started to work on. When I made Ladybug almost 2 years ago I decided I was going to work on them following a precise order, but since this project became 10 times bigger (without counting the furniture I started to make last year and the kwamis I wanted to make but are abandoned for now) I decided to “go with the flow” and follow my inspiration (that’s why Viperion is in yellow and I already had a base for Multimouse done after Zag leaks).

To summarize, yes, I have somehow an order but I can’t give you precise dates for a series of reasons (university, lack of inspiration, need of time away from this project, life in general etc). In any case, if I work on a set during the day, I usually make a post at night here on tumblr were I write my progress along with pictures (they are all saved under the “faq” tag, I know they are not faqs but when I started this blog the things I posted were different and I didn’t make so many CCs).

Sorry if this post is extremely long (and took me too much time to write), but I wanted to be as clear as possible. Hope it helps understand :)

#AleNikAsk

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The following morning, Katrina walks into the dining area to find it empty. She shrugs it off and gets food. It wasn’t until she’s walking back to her room that Katrina realizes that it’s too quiet for the rest of the team to be there. Katrina didn’t see anyone else in the hub until she found Sage and Pop in the common room hours later. As she approaches them, Katrina notices that they have the specs for what looked like the archive from the alternate battle zone.

Katrina: Hey Pop and Sage. *Sage waves and continues looking through notes* What’s going on? I haven’t seen the rest of the team at all this morning.

Pop: Oh, hello Katrina. A storm shock had opened not too long ago. Vert led the team in and it may be a few hours before they get back. Vandis is supposed to be around here since the rest of the team left but we haven’t seen him.

Katrina: I’ll look for him in a minute. *takes a closer look at the specs* Isn’t that the archive? I didn’t realize you guys had the specs and maps for it.

Pop: Ah that. Sage had gone threw her old files after the mission you found Vandis on and found them. We’ve been going over them to see if we pinpoint how to get to our version of the zone.

Katrina: Sweet! I would love to look around the archive more once it’s found. I wonder if-

The sound of the Saber’s engine echos from the parking area nearby as Vandis races out of the hub. Katrina races over to the Thunderbolt and races out minutes later. She follows him across the salt flats, heading towards the plateaus near Handler’s corner. Vandis weaves through the twists and turns of the plateaus, leading Katrina on a three-hour chase. Vandis pulls off into a small cave just as Katrina thinks that it’s going to go on forever. He jumps out of his Saber and rushers further into the cave as Katrina parks moments later.

Katrina hops out of Thunderbolt with a camera and flashlight in hand, turns on her flashlight, and walks deeper into the cave towards Vandis. She finds him at the dead end of the cave and stops dead in her tracks. Katrina moves her flashlight around at the weird symbols and images on the cave walls around them. She walks over to stand next to Vandis in front of the largest set of images in the cave. The way the images connect, Katrina starts to get curious about the message it may contain. She starts taking pictures when she feels Vandis’s hand on her shoulder.

Vandis: Amazing isn’t it? I found it while waiting for you and the rest of the team several months back.

Katrina: It is but there’s something odd about these. I can’t quite place it though. We should get some more photos to show everyone back at the hub.

Vandis: Why should we? It could be our little secret. The rest of the team wouldn’t know we knew beforehand.

Katrina: *glances over at Vandis and notes an odd look in his eye* Hey are you ok? Your acting weird. There might be something in here causing it.

Vandis: *waves her comment off* I’m perfectly fine. We should stay a little longer.

Vandis moves closer to examine some of the smaller images while Katrina puts her camera away in the bag she has. As she moves forward to talk to Vandis, Katrina notices that the odd machine on Vandis’s neck was glowing slightly. Katrina moves her hand over to touch it when Vandis, seemingly on reflex, took the hand she was reaching out with and silently walks back with her to their cars. They drive back in an eerie silence all the while Katrina was wondering what was happening to her friend. After they get into the hub and park Katrina is walking over to Pop and Sage with Vandis when he randomly collapses, nearly taking Katrina to the floor with her. She, with Sage and Pop’s help, move Vandis to his room where he could rest. Katrina just finishes explaining what happened and getting the photos she took uploaded for Sage when Vert and the team drive in with the battle key.

Vert: Hey, sorry that took so long. That battle zone was crazy!

Stanford: Terrible is more like it! That track of doom nearly killed half of us!

Zoom: Says the guy who screemed like a girl for half of it.

Stanford: Says the one with the broken arm.

Agura: Enough boys. Seems like something happened while we were gone.

Katrina: Oh, ya something happened. And it was supper weird. But first, let’s get some food. Let’s head over to Zeke’s.

Katrina starts walking over to Thunderbold when Vert walks up besides her.

Vert: Aren’t you going to see if Vandis wants to come with? He wasn’t too please we left him behind last time.

Katrina: Trust me, it’s best we leave him here for now.

After getting Zoom’s arm set, they all hop into their cars, Zoom riding with Stanford, and race over to Zeke’s dinner. Luckily for them, the dinner was empty when they walk in. Katrina spends the nearly an hour explaining what happened in a way that their covers wouldn’t be blown by Grace and Zeke, the only workers at the dinner. It wasn’t until she mentions how she noticed that Vandis had acted weird when the machine on his neck lit up and feinted when the light went out that the others start to weird out.

Zoom: So, that feinting spell that happened to Vandis when we were in that battle zone might have been because of that odd thing on his neck?

Katrina: That could be what happened. Could’ve been dehydration too honestly.

Sherman: It is odd how the machine seemed to use Vandis to lead you to those weird images. There might be something there that connects the machine to it.

Spinner: Right. Like a radio signal or magic.

Vert: Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. From now on keep Vandis in your sights at all times Katrina. Who knows what may happen to him next time the device activates.

Katrina: Will do. Now let’s finish eating before the rest of the food gets cold.

They finish their food and hang out in the dinner for a few more hours before Stanford and Spinner start arguing about best bands. By the time the team drive back into the hub, fresh food for Vandis in hand, Vandis was out in the common room talking with Pop and Sage. It comes to light that Vandis has no memory of the cave after Katrina questioned him. After that, they continue on with the rest of their night.

#hot wheels battle force 5 #i LOVE this show #vert wheeler #agura #zoom #stanford #sherman and spinner #ocs #my ocs are my children

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