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phxntomhives · 14 days

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"The parade of battlers" analysis

SINCE NO ONE IS DOING THIS??? WHY??? I WILL DO IT

Hopefully my wrong takes will trigger someone and you all will get a decent analysis

Eng lyrics because I don't know japanese are from the official music video! Also warning, English isn't my mother tongue.

Lost in an unacceptable tragedy

An unfading warmth quivers blue in the depth of my eyes

Stifling impurities leave keloid scars and

Even now, still mourn for days gone by, never to come back

Staking my life, spitting blood and vomit

All I want to do is lead a beautiful life

But why can't you hear

Me telling you not to stumble

Love turning on its head, fiction caught in a tangle

Say bye bye to mundane concepts

See how the compensated formless stand imposingly

Their presence is a sight to behold

Rip apart, drag and reveal

Throw away all inferiorities

Even the raw emotions of cursing someone

Take them in like an offering

Just skilled at pretending to be human

Searching for those other than monsters

Like the blue shimmer of

A star of the first magnitude

Far from having enough faith

This utterly ridiculous destiny won't retreat

Fill the air with the echo of the marching boots

Let the parade of the lonely ones begin now

Everything in this world, there isn't much

Difference between the atrocious or noble as you think

Somewhere up in the sky, someone is making selections

To ensure the cycle of birth and passing is upheld

Though we have prayed and knelt down

Our prayers have been cremated

And ignored with a "So what?"

So kind

A colorless encounter, pupils of glass

Thought they may shatter to pieces,

You laugh your head off, saying, "you must be kidding"

You give the finger as you spew poison and let it all out

Scorched, boiling and trembling

A blazing fire from the past still smolders

That remorse still within me

I'll burn and retaliate in full

There is no such thing as eternity, so

There is no ending until all turns to ash

Then why not play

With fire in a refined manner?

No more need for empty rhetorics

Such hollow, scathing criticism

Burn this ceaseless stone-throwing

The parade of the lonely ones has just begun

There's no love, no love, there's no love there

There's nothing, there's nothing, there's no truth

There's just one, just one

In this world, just one person, one person

Question fanatically and

Live the shit out of this world

ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THIS BITCH IS LONG

ALSO MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA!!!

Yana, dear, are you sure this is the intro for the Weston college arc??? And not the blue cult??? LIKE, REALLY REALLY SURE??? My comprehension of text can be lacking in more than one way and I just followed the vibe but... I don't think I am that wrong on some points? You are seeing it too, right?

I feel like the song has a mix of present, past and future along with different POVs and I hope I have been able to separate them well.

The colors are just to show the lyrics and i changed it because pretty.

What I can actually connect to Weston Arc

"Then why not play with fire in a refined manner? / No more need for empty rhetorics Such hollow, scathing criticism. / Burn this ceaseless stone-throwing" Which could very much be related to O!Ciel's pyromaniac episode lol. He didn't forget

"The parade of the lonely ones has just begun" : at this point the "parade of the lonely" could very much be the parade of the bizzare dolls considering the amount of reference there is to them. And it would be nice considering in this case the sentence is right after the stone-throwing Purple house, since the students were "transfered" in the there.

If the previous point is correct then also here, we are talking of the bizzare dolls: "This utterly ridiculous destiny won't retreat / Fill the air with the echo of the marching boots / Let the parade of the lonely ones begin now". I guess the "echo of the marching boots" could be the sound the dolls made before getting free during the midnight tea party? As for why they don't retreat well, we have seen they aren't exactly rational for now.

"Scorched, boiling and trembling / A blazing fire from the past still smolders / That remorse still within me /I'll burn and retaliate in full": this could be a description of what O!Ciel is feeling in general. His determination coming from everything that happened is still going strong.

Onestly, these are the only thing I can see strictly related to the present and this arc in particular lol. Everything else goes deeper.

Memories of the past

This part will likely make the least sense, because I am still sobbing over the whole past ok.

"Lost in an unacceptable tragedy Even now, still mourn for days gone by, never to come back": We all know the past. The safest bet is that O!Ciel is mourning, but is he? He never had the time to mourn, he moved immediately to revenge and working for the queen. So either this is just to hit us in the feeling, or maybe it's my favourite victim of this analysis: Undertaker. Could it be him? Possibly, but this being O!Ciel breaks my heart more. I am excluing R!Ciel because at the moment of Weston arc his version should not be that complex. And Sebastian is Sebastian.

"Staking my life, spitting blood and vomit /All I want to do is lead a beautiful life / But why can't you hear / Me telling you not to stumble": I feel like this either O!Ciel talking to himself, admitting that he would like to just be happy but still forcing himself to be strong and act to revenge his family. Or, high on copium, the first part is O!Ciel's wishes and the second part is O!CIel using the R!Ciel allucination make himself stronger (I doubt it, but it adds to the sadness).

"Rip apart, drag and reveal / Throw away all inferiorities /Even the raw emotions of cursing someone /Take them in like an offering": I got the epiphany after several times of reading this and yes it's about revenge hatred yadda yadda yadda. But what if, in particular, it's related to the moment when O!Ciel summoned Sebastian? I think it's the only time I remember "offering" being mentioned/relevant in the manga. O!Ciel is throwing everything away for revenge, assuming a new identity. So this could be either O!Ciel talking to himself during that desperate time. Or, just to hurt myself more, him allucinating again a conversation with R!Ciel where R!Ciel is the one that is saying all this. I will go cry now, brb.

"Everything in this world, there isn't much /Difference between the atrocious or noble as you think / Though we have prayed and knelt down / Our prayers have been cremated /And ignored with a "So what?" " : God, this section is killing me. Memories of when the twins were captured, For them and all the other children, it was an atrocious experience, while the nobles were truly thinking they were in the right, that there was nothing wrong in what they were doing. They believed to be noble enough to be above everything and ignored absolutely everything in regards to the children.

Undertarker is not being subtle. Like at all.

Somewhere up in the sky, someone is making selections/To ensure the cycle of birth and passing is upheld: here I am conflicted. Undertaker is sure making selections when he is creating the bizzare dolls "you get to be revived. you don't". But at the same time he is not uphelding anything. He is doing the opposite infact. Unless this is supposed to just describe the Shinigami's role to show how Undertaker is going in the opposite direction.

There's just one, just one/In this world, just one person, one person/Question fanatically and/Live the shit out of this world: we only really see two characters question stuff: O!Ciel with the murder of his family and Undertaker with the Cinematic record ways of working. Now, i don't really see O!Ciel "question fanatically" and "live the shit out of this world", while we can debate about how "fanatically" he is searching for the culprits, how are you telling me he is living his best life? He is surronded by trauma, has to go on a mission for the queen every other day, has to live as his dead twin and in this specific arc he has to act all cutesy and adorable when he hates it. He is far from any best life I am more surprised he didn't become histerical yet honestly. The one that IS living his best life is Undertaker (well... more or less). In the Weston Arc he did say he was enjoying being the headmaster. Plus he could make some more esperiments on Derek&co which, on top of that, were mostly successful! Do you know how much serotonin a succesful experiment gives you? A LOT. TRUST ME.

Bizzare Dolls (BD for short because I am lazy)

Well, ofc they are the protagonist of the animation, they are everywhere in the song too.

"An unfading warmth quivers blue in the depth of my eyes / Stifling impurities leave keloid scars and": Are the BD warm? Idk, but I don't think so? A body is warm when the blood is running because the heart is pumping it. Do BD have a working heart tho? I doubt the original version do, but what about the new and improved versions? Agares could have probably be our best bet but he always wore gloves (even when he was alive) so we don't really know.

Warmth aside, what I am quite confident IS a reference to the BD is the keloid scars. I did a reseach and a keloid scar is a "scar keeps growing and becomes bigger than the original wound. They are developed after a skin injury". The scars we have seen are O!Ciel's scar from when they marked him, or the BD's "surgery" scars?

Ofc it could be just metaphorical about the trauma just keep on growing in O!Ciel. Maybe it's more this one but again, I am take things directly

"Love turning on its head, fiction caught in a tangle/Say bye bye to mundane concepts/See how the compensated formless stand imposingly/Their presence is a sight to behold": cambridge dictionary say that "turn something on its head means to cause something to be the opposite of what it was before". Apparently, there are many things that are the opposite of love, depending on your source: hatred, fear, indifference. I think in this case, since we are talking of the BD, we can use indifference. They aren't moved by real emotions at this moment (Weston arc) and even later, they are probably fake emotions based on fake memories (from the orphanage children but I will not elaborate, other theories have done it better). Fear could also work since well, most people are rightfully terrified of them. Being far away from mundane concepts? I would say they fill this box. And they sure are a sight to behold, nothing against it. What confuses me is the "compensated formless" I don't have any idea of what it could mean

"Just skilled at pretending to be human / Searching for those other than monsters + Like the blue shimmer of / A star of the first magnitude / Far from having enough faith": We are looking at the current arcs here in the first lines. The one skilled at pretending to be human and searching for things is Sebastian (it can't be O!Ciel because he isn't pretending to be human). What he is searching is the headmaster, that we know being Undertaker and it ends up bringing with him, again, the BD. In particular, it specifically mentions R!Ciel. You know what is the name of the biggest star of first magnitude that is currently known? Yeah, you are correct, it's Sirius. And we have known Ciel is Sirius for a while now. As to why the star does not have lot's of faith, do I have to remind you "Dear God, why are you smiling?".

"So kind /A colorless encounter, pupils of glass /Thought they may shatter to pieces,/ You laugh your head off, saying, "you must be kidding"": Listen, I have seen a couple of people mentioning "oh it's a reference to monochrome no kiss". But I don't think that's the case, not completely at least. I think this is a parallel of O!Ciel and Sebastian's meeting to R!Ciel and Undertaker. First because one of the people involved is laughing, and Sebastian smirks but has never really laughed out loud, the one that spends his time laughing is Undertaker. Second is the pupils of glass that can shatter to pieces. I wonder if it means that R!Ciel could be using glass balls for his eyes? When we have seen his not-completed form they look pretty empty and they are made of soft tissue, so maybe Undertaker changed the "real eyes" with glass? Idk. The shattering could also indicate the fragility of the BD that are still far from perfect.

There is no such thing as eternity, so /There is no ending until all turns to ash this made me scream Undertaker's BD because we know he needs a full budy for the creation of his dolls and bringing back to life his loved ones. And we know he can't bring back Vincent because his body was too ruined by the fire. So fire IS the only ending in which a person can just die with no possible interference from a Shinigami with resurrection intent.

Tragedy twins

I had no idea of these lines other than, it just fits the vibes. Until I remembered how much Yana likes to mirror the twins.

There's no love, no love, there's no love there: this one is R!Ciel singing. Undertaker may have started to work on the BD out of grief for his loved ones, but it feels like it turned into an obsession.

There's nothing, there's nothing, there's no truth: let's add some angst because this one was not enough. O!Ciel never gets to discover the truth behind the murder of his family before he dies. Maybe we, as readers, can see it. Maybe from Sebastian's eyes. But yeah, we don't have a guarantee that O!Ciel will ever know anything, he could just die with Sebastian being unable to prevent it (either because it happened due to a Shinigami, or maybe an angel or god knows what).

But of course, we can also swap them! O!Ciel was so confident people wouldn't have liked him coming back alive and so started the whole identity swap, so he could still feel like the love he is receiving now is fake, since it's built on a lie. While R!Ciel's truth could now be either the murder or the family again, or the fact that he isn't "real" now. He is a BD, his action and thoughts are based on memories that are likely not his own. He has become a fake, a lie. "There is no truth" because that is a BD similar to him, and not necessary him.

I am exhausted I haven't thought about something this much since my thesis. Yes some of them are quite the stretch, hopefully I will trigger a smart person and finally we get a good analysis. Meanwhile you have to deal with me. Feel free to add your opinions pls, I love hearing theories.

PSA: I have formatted this half on computer and half of phone so idk how weird the formatting is I will check again tomorrow, now I'm tired of rereading it.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji theory #kuroshitsuji theories #ciel phantomhive #I'm tired #I put my soul here #I'm exhausted #But it was fun

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket D Second Half!!!

These ocs will compete on Monday 3rd at 5pm GMT!!!

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255. Sunshine777 (@noztraem)

256. Aurae Farren (@that-bi-fan)

#bracket d #brackets #oc championship

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bapydemonprincess · 4 months

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Public School Arc but with Ash and Angela

Heyyyyyy so happy new year ect ect I made this sloppy drabble thing and I have done what I could, but also had to stop because I'm muddy headed trying to reach the conclusion I wanted but like, having to work up to it.. So, just being honest, this ends in cliffhanger territory and idk if I'll continue immediately.

Also spelling might be in shambles because IDC I am too tired and this is no professional fic grhrtdjyfkugyl

So enjoy what I managed, the sebash, the angelamey, and the hints of sebamey... And the rare MeyAsh...????? If you can call it that!

Ash and Angela stay with the servants as the Earl and Sebastian Michaelis go to Weston College.

It's nothing of consequence. A school of miscreant youthful boys, and the cursed boy and the demon going in to look for a missing student in particular.

...

Plus Mey Rin is still with them.

Angela wins all arguments as always.

And so the time passes and passes and because the infamous Earl and Queen's Guard Dog is missing no intruders arrive.

And things are calm and boring and Angela is happy with Mey Rin and Ash is moping but behaves and sees no reason to cause a scene.

What's the point if Sebastian isn't there to shut him up?

Exactly.

....

And then they all receive a letter (Well, it's addressed to Tanaka..) from Sebastian himself, giving them all a full report on the progress at Weston, and that currently, they are preparing for an annual cricket tournament.

"Although it is in your best interests to protect the manor at all times, one or two of you could come to see the event if you so wish. The young master is going to be playing in this tournament as well after all."

Thus there is a big discussion next on who should go and who should not.

...Except almost everyone WANTS to go.

Everyone except for..

""We won't mind staying behind at all, if need be, to watch the manor," Emily says.." Snake pipes up hesitantly, ""schools have always been quite intimidating for us.""

And thus the rest happily approve and agree and prepare for the trip.

And Angela is nagging her Other the whole time they pack.

"It'll likely be a one day affair. The trip to get there will be long, then a few hours of cricket, then we'll be returning."

A few hours is enough. Give me at least this much. It has been.. FOREVER since I have seen him...

"And yet.. you know he will be busy with whatever he and the boy have been doing all this time.."

Angela.. j-just LET ME HAVE THIS..

"...And so you resort to a tantrum finally," She huffs, snapping their suitcase shut.

Back out of the room Mey Rin is seen, fiddling with a cute little hat for the trip in a hall mirror.

"Ready to go?" Angela purrs, forgetting her irritation (with the sobbing voice in her head) completely.

"O-Oh yes, I think I am, I do!" the maid chirps, whirling about and fiddling anxiously with her long dark maroon skirts.

"I can't wait to get to Weston, no I can't.. I hope young master and Sebastian are doing okay so far! I-I mean from the letter it appears so, but.. I just.. I.. um.."

Mey Rin reddens, smiling in embarrassment, unable to look up at her angelic love.

"Sorry, Angela, I'm just happy to get to see Sebastian again, I am, I-I can't help it.." She admits timidly.

The angel sighs but certainly doesn't look put out. How can she with Mey Rin?

"You and Ash both," she simply replies, and gets a giggle for her trouble.

...

And Ash quiets down for now.

Good.

______________________

Now at Weston, and on the sidelines of the cricket tournament's field, all the servants are a buzz.

Especially Ash...

Where is he?? Do you see him, Angela?? Where is he, I can't see him from here, is he not going to be out here with the rest? He said he was a Professor of one of the Houses. Blue House. But I don't-

"Is.. e-everythin' alright, Angela?" Mey manages to somehow interrupt Ash's long barrage of griping.

They are both settled nicely on the picnic blanket set up for them via the chef, sitting side by side together to watch the match, and the maid takes a moment away from observing the goings on to place a hand gently on the other woman's.

"...It could be better," Angela admits as their head throbs thanks to Ash as well as the rowdy crowds of excited humans around them.

Angela especially prides herself on being up to snuff on socializing in public when need be.

But this is pushing it...

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I am. M-maybe we shoulda stayed back with Snake, we should.."

The sweet maid takes Angela's hand fully in both hers and squeezes it, as if to make up for not being able to hold the other woman here and now.

Angela's delicate high cheeks flush, as they are known to only do because of Mey Rin.

"Maybe, but even then we likely wouldn't have.. It was inevitable that we'd all bustle here to see these events.. and those we miss."

Once again the little mortal woman flushes up to her ears and looks down bashfully.

Angela swaps their hands so she is squeezing the maid's.

The match goes on and the best most of the servants can make out is the Blue House's team is losing..

And then somehow the American chef Bardroy comes through to explain what is all going on.

And also that he made a special meat pie for the occasion.

As Mey and Finny begin to openly fret over the young fiancee of the Earl sitting among them being poisoned by the chef's meat pie, the angel suddenly senses...

Sebastian???

"Huh? Is Sebastian here??" Mey asked, perking up from her worry and looking over at Angela.

Angela blushes, a hand over her lips.

You've made me slip up.

But Sebastian is-

SHUT UP.

"F-forgive me, I.. thought I saw him, but no, it was merely one of the more fancier dressed nobles up there, in those upper-class seatings.."

She points in the location described..

...And then realizes she also senses another non human presence from EXACTLY that location!

Is that... a grim reaper up there..?

What in God's name is going on at this cricket tournament.

______________________

The second half of tournament becomes quite peculiar too, when during one round, the Red Team seem to all abruptly come.. under attack?? No.. Poisoned?? No... Sick from something they ate..

And thus the Scarlet Fox House forfeit and the Sapphire Owl House wins.

Most of the Sapphire Owl House themselves seem baffled by this.. All except the little Earl Phantomhive, smirking away.

While most of the Earl's servants are confounded, the angel Angela shakes her head, lilac gaze looking out, directly at the boy, with judgement as usual.

______________________

Another break arrives.. and somehow the chef's meat pie has been changed.

A perfectly made pie is in its place, with arrangements that look and smell very familiar- if unconsciously -to the servants.

As usually the angel doesn't need to eat..

But...

A small piece is offered, from the maid's own fork.

Angela is ready to apologize and deny the offer, when-

Ash dives in, snarfing the piece from the presented fork, and chewing like a man whose starved of hunger for ages.

We cannot taste food as a human.

We never have.

We do however taste well prepared ingredients at their core

And sense the energy of the one who prepared this food.

The demon..

"I-Is... it good?" Mey asks, as before her Angela's closed eyes start to... weep.

"Y.. yes," Ash's familiar deep voice answers at first, choked up, and then as a hand goes up to rub at their drowning purple eyes, Angela's voice chokes out next, trying to answer normally, "I suppose it is, for.. a ah.. pie of meat."

Mey Rin simply giggles and offers a napkin.

"Between us, I think Mr. Tanaka some'ow got a meat pie from Sebastian, he did," she whispers to the angel.

And is met with a shaky sigh and laugh.

"..We think you might be onto something," Angela whispers back, dabbing at her eyes.

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The Green House defeats the Purple eventually, and so it is down to Green vs Blue.

And while things are starting up in the last round, the audience anticipating a grand and interesting last event...

The angel is bored.

Starting to question if this was worth it, only to see the mischievous little Earl Phantomhive and his Blue House pull little trick after trick to get through this...

And...

There has been no sign at ALL of the demon!!!

Mey Rin blinks, as suddenly Angela flops down, head in her lap.

"A-Angela??"

The woman's eyes close.

And she openly pouts in a way very unlike her.

"We want to go. This wasn't worth it. Who cares about hitting a ball repeatedly..."

It's Ash's voice.

Mey Rin is stiff, uncertain...

Ash and her are on agreeable terms and even at times amiable.

But.. if Ash is in a mood this bad that he is griping through Angela...

Mey carefully puts a hand on the crown of white hair in her lap.

"I'm sorry you think that, Ash. It has been a long day, it has, but I'm sure once the cricket tournament is over proper.. we can see young master and Sebastian right away! ... A-at least.. I hope so too..."

Overhearing the sad and dour crack in the mortal woman's voice, Ash opens their eyes and slowly rolls over to face the maid.

She isn't looking right back, though.

Mey Rin appears also quite down, eyes away, distant, uncertain and emotional.

Her lips quiver but she tries to keep up the tiniest sad smile.

Ash's eyes widen, and the angel feels this familiar sting in their chest.

Of.. of regret...

Not in the way he has in times past; pulling off a stint of foolish proportions in order to gain attention and then proceeding to regret it when the attention gained was anger and yelling and unfortunately not sex and then a punishment of being left alone to think of what they've done.

But some kind of deeper regret, of just unknowingly not thinking- not realizing- something...

And although this is Angela's body still, Ash and she both move arms to wrap around the woman's waist, and hug her firmly.

"It'll be alright, Mey," Angela coos.

"... I hope so too," Ash murmurs.

Again Mey Rin's little hand is in their hair, stroking soft white locks.

Suddenly, a band across the field starts to play...

There has not been music this whole tournament, but suddenly someone has decided to start something up.

And it's something fast and very upbeat and Ash and Angela grimace...

While they distantly hear the maid gasp for some reason.

"I-Is that... 'Old on now.." She mumbles, and fumbles with her spectacles.

And then GASPS again!

"IT'S... THAT'S... IT'S SEBASTIAN!!!" She cries, over the loud roaring music.

"WHAT??"

Both Ash and Angela's voice cry in unison, and the angel shoots up from the maid's lap to look around urgently.

"There!! Look!! The one conductin' the band!!" Mey shouts again, one hand on their shoulder and one pointing in the proper direction.

And finally the angel sees.

The demon.

Across the way.

In front of a musical band of students, turned away, in some kind of robe or cape.. (i-is that a..) ...snapping his hand around in the air briskly to the beat of the music with a conductor's baton.

"Ohhh, Sebastian's so talented, he is!!" They manage to make out Mey Rin squealing, "Who knew he could conduct music, too!!"

"Yes, quite a feat," Angela manages distantly to answer, almost honestly...

And yet why is he do this...

But that answer becomes clear as they catch on that every clash of cymbals, one of the Blue Team hits a ball.

But before the angel can roll their eyes at this new gimmick, it's already ended, the Green team having still outwitted them, and also..

The conducting demon is gone..

Leaving behind the band standing there in confusion and a young fellow student holding the baton now.

....

"What??? Why did he leave so fast??"

"....Hm, maybe to plan another tactic."

"But... then why... what was the POINT.. that.. THAT STUPID DEMON, I AUGHT TO FIND HIM AND-"

"He was wearing a ferraiolo cape..."

".....What."

Ash's voice had snapped out from Angela's lips harshly at this observation his Other had made.

And yet he could not refute it, for he too knew what it looked like, and it and he had been wearing all black from top to bottom, and he had said in his letters he had become a professor and...

Weston College was known to hold a long standing history of... Catholicism...

"The demon... dressing not only as a teacher but as... a.... p-p-p... priest...."

Ash was uttering in a low voice.

"...I do think I saw a rosary 'round his neck at one point, I did,"

Mey Rin muttered.. behind her hand. As if she herself was afraid of what her sharp eyes had managed to see.

"Th..... That..... that......."

"A-Ash.." Mey hesitantly warned.

"That.... damned...... DEMON."

Angela's form was standing, and storming off in a flurry.

And Mey Rin promptly covered her eyes.

"Oh dear.. This is probably why he didn't want all of us to come, he didn't.."

???? The End/ To Be Continued ????

#kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #mey rin #ash landers #angela blanc #sebamey #sebash #angelamey #my writing

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alexis-royce · 3 months

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Youuuuuu got it @windienine ! Updating an old post since the formatting broke on it:

Like any good OC gremlin, I have playlists for all my favs. The one I’ll put before the cut, though, is Kinesis’ theme song, written by Andrew Huang. He legit wrote it for Evil Plan. It’s both about my OC and it has a slick guitar theme that is just….EVERYTHING. It is the best character theme I have and I adore it.

Here’s a pile (though not even close to all) of character songs under the cut:

Evil Plan

Kinesis: Upside down - Barenaked Ladies, Defeat You- Smash Mouth, half the Dr. Horrible Soundtrack because of course, Evil Genius - Pat Benatar, Bank Job- BNL. A reader also once sent me “Sexy Supervillain” by Fanatical, and I laughed so hard I nearly fell out of my chair.

Alice: Science Vs Romance, Rilo Kiley , Do It - Spice Girls.

William: Vanishing, BNL.

Lemon and Lime - Sunday Morning - Maroon 5

Sire

Anna & Susan - Odds Are - BNL

(Cannot for the life of me find the rest of those playlists. I’m sure there were a ton. Anyway I know a fuckton of weird old musicals, it’s mostly them.)

morphE - Mage: The Awakening Campaign

Campaign Theme: Dark Blue - Jack’s Mannequin

Ammi: Esperandote - Rika Muranaka & Vanesa Quiroz

Sanguine (The First One) - Mister Blue Sky in G Major

Amical: Golden and Green - The Builders and the Butchers, Hurricane - Panic!, Killer Queen - Queen

Billy Thatcher: Every fucking song from Chess, The Musical, by Tim Rice and the boys from Abba

Hendrik Rakove: Hurt So Good - John Mellencamp, Lovefool - Spencer Day’s Cover, Love Me Dead - Ludo, Grace Kelly - BYU A cappella cover, Talk about You - MIKA, It’s All Been Done - BNL, The Show Must Not Go On - Harvey Danger, Circus- Drew Gasparini and Lindsay Mandez.

Talaiporia- Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Andrew Cross: Camisado- Panic!

Closing Shop - (The weird experimental meta campaign that literally ate itself)

Steam Rising - Murder By Death, Devil’s Calling - Florence and the Machine, Talkin at the Texaco - James McMurtry, Keepin’ It Real - Barenak BLOW BY KESHA BLOW BY KESHA GET MY SONG RIGHT GET IT RIGHT, Sometimes the Line Walks You - Murder By Death

Exit Signs- Slashers/mixed nWoD Campaign

Season One theme: What if I’m Wrong - Damien Rice

Season Two Theme: I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

Cyril: Disaster - Drew Weston, A Little Irony - Tom Milsom.

Dea ‘Exit’ DeLus: When I Grow Up - Tim Minchin, Break Your Heart - BNL, If I Had a Heart - Fever Ray, Crystalline - Bjork, Still - Ben Folds, Come Into My Head - Kimbra, Dinner at Eight - Rufus Wainwright, What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club, Big Dark Love - Murder By Death, Bitter and Sick - One Two,

DRT: Bitter Rivals - Sleigh Bells, Passcode - BNL.

Swing: Boogie Feet - Kesha.

Deirdre Whitman: Welcome to the Ball - Rufus Wainwright.

NonPlatonic Forms

I’m Gonna Win- Rob Cantor Boomerang - Lucy Schwartz, Hate that you know me so well- Bleachers, Jericho - Rufus Wainwright, Guster - Center of Attention, Toe to Toe - BNL, Give It Back to You - BNL, Limits -BNL (I apologize for nothing I love Silverball), Blood - ANIMA!, and of COURSE- Dead Inside by Patricia Taxxon!

- Other characters -

Channery Keene

Artificial Heart - JoCo, Erase Me - Ben Folds Five, Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench, Haunted - Maya Kern, Cake - Melanie Martinez, Bulletproof- La Roux, Cassandra - Area 11, Stolen - Greentree, Guster - Simple Machine, Make Me Feel - Janelle Monae, Could I Leave You - (specifically Donna Murphy at the Sondheim’s 80th concert).

Chrome and Prism

Kiss with a Fist - Florence and the Machine, Langhorns - Spybeat, Dancing’s Not a Crime - Panic!, Thanks I Hate It - Simple Creatures, Sweet Talk - Saint Motel, This Is Love - Air Traffic Controller, Nothing Without You- Vienna Teng

Harold Ludicael

Consequence Free - Great Big Sea, Sea of No Cares- Great Big Sea, Don’t Threaten me with a Good Time - Panic!, Dust and Ashes from Great Comet, I Need to Know from Jekyll and Hyde; Boy Decide - Murder by Death, Spring Break 1899 - Murder By Death, My Type - Saint Motel.

#ocs #character songs #I think I also have a playlist for Gray Jacket but I can’t find it #I apologize in advance for no Academic songs yet #haven’t been listening to enough new music lately #But I used to burn CDs for my tabletop groups #I made cover art and liner notes with art for the tracklists too #And I also spliced songs together on occasion #the Keepin’ It Real track in Closing Shop started glitching in the middle #before turning into Kesha’s Blow #It was a way to both characterize the villain AND have them pull off a 4th wall break #The fact that I don’t do webcomics or twice a week tabletop sessions anymore is #like I took the weights off #if anyone wonders how I make so much stuff #it’s because is was forced in a terrible crucible #XD

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barethemusicalbutjasonlives · 2 years

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Queer characters in Casey McQuiston books

Henry Mountchristen Windsor- RWARB; Gay

Alex Claremont Diaz- RWARB; Bisexual

June Claremont Diaz- RWARB; Queer

Nora Holleran- RWARB; Queer

Amy Chen- RWARB; Trans and queer

Cash- RWARB; Pansexual

Rafael Luna- RWARB; Gay

August Landry- One Last Stop; Bisexual

Jane Su- One Last Stop; Lesbian

Niko- One Last Stop; Trans (FTM)

Weston (Wes)- One Last Stop; Gay

Issah (Annie Depressant)- One Last Stop; Gay

Chloe Green- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Bisexual

Shara Wheeler- I Kissed Shara Wheeler: (Spoiler Alert!!); Lesbian

Chloe’s parents- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Lesbians

Georgia- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Lesbian

Ash- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Non Binary

Benji- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Gay

Rory Heron- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Gay

Smith Parker- I Kissed Shara Wheeler; Queer and possible non binary

#casey mcquiston #henry mountchristen windsor #rwarb #Jane su #augest Landry #one last stop #OLS #i kissed shara wheeler #Chloe greene #Rory heron #smith Parker

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Hi Sarah! What wip have you been focusing on lately? Who has your heart the most, character wise? How have they changed over the time you've been writing them

Hi Ash! Thanks for the ask! I've been writing Chrissie's of London for the last few weeks. Always a fun time when the brain worms make me write Chrissie's tbh, I'm not mad! Just looked it up and I've written 16k words in about 3 weeks :)

Silas Chrissie has a special place in my heart. I love that boy so much (and it helps that Tumblr seems to love him too).

More than any of my OCs, Silas revealed himself through the narrative. His voice came through so crystal clear in the early part of the draft, and now that I know him better, it was so clearly his OUTSIDE voice, his flirty, suave, charming, distant mask:

The penthouse comprises the whole top floor. Back in the day, there was a time when all of us were there: Grandpapa, Mama and Papa, and my sister. But the elders are gone, and Georgie is married, so the penthouse is all my own. ---

But for now, there’s work to be done, and Miss Cramps is the usual ice bucket my head needs in moments like these. Though she’s not bad to look at either. And, quite frankly, I don’t know what I’d do without her. When I’m off having fun, she keeps this place ship-shape and seaworthy. Got a brain like a whip, and an eye for numbers, something I was never blessed with. ---

“Well, I heard that Archie Weston died at Passchendaele, so…” On the off-chance he can see me, I offer him a wink. “It’s just you and me.”

How it's going now:

"and - and - Georgie..." I cling on to Loretta, the shape of her somewhat like my sister, but just off enough for me to know the difference. "God, I miss her every day." ---

“Any opportunity I’ve offered is no less than what she’s earned on her own merit. Your daughter is a credit to her profession,” I say with a grin in her direction. “And I’d be out to sea without her.” ---

Like fear, my brain supplies, a moment too late. [...] Like reading Archibald Lewis Weston, 23 in the casualty sheets after Passchendaele, like…

And I'm going to keep it - it's so satisfying letting him reveal himself in his narrative voice like that.

#a man lives rent free in my head and he is called silas chrissie

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Nieche questions Amanda?

a song that reminds me of them:

what they smell like: vanilla, fresh baking, coffee (she just smells like Weston)

an otp: TBD

a notp: Amanda x Forester

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Amanda & Frank

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with: n/a

the position they sleep in: she usually sleeps on her back or wrapped around a pillow

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Amanda & Grace of course, Amanda & Richie, Amanda & @manyfandomocs' Thomas, Amanda & Willow & Lucas

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: she wears it to work Valentine's day at Fran's, she loves to dress up and decorate for every holiday

Niche OC Questions

#ask #answered #the witching ash #amanda weston #about amanda

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"i know there’s an old man scientist and if you wanted plain old old man yaoi youd ship him and gashu satou" unfortunately for that idea. gashu IS old man scientist. bandage guy you talked about is part of the death game, and theorized to secretly be mr. chidouin/saras dad bc the sprites are basically identical among other things (though not proven), so you are close to correct but Guys are Backwards. and we know what her dad looks like from a flashback scene. was that all the questions there?

THAT MAN ISNT A UFUKCING GASHU SATOU. THAT NAME DOESN FIT HIM. his name should be the (japanese equivalent of) edward magcregor. gashu satou is liteally not . fitting him. he should be called weston ronald. gashu satou is what youd call. papa from witchs heart. papa from witchsh earts name is gashu satou now ive decided.

anyway thats so funny you probably shouldnt ask The Person Who Blocked Every YTTD Tag about your yttd ships because i literally think the two ashe bradley guys are the same person and keep mixing up syrup girl and meowsky girl

#Anonymous #answering tag ☆ robin edition

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llumisims · 1 year

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Age up time! Although relations with her mother are strained, Ash still decided to invite Jordan. He and Morgan actually got along pretty well.

#gen9 #galchallenge #sims 4 gameplay #ash #morgan #jordan #ada #weston

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Unwrapping the Wonka Bar: The Leftovers Vol.1 - The “Woman in Shop” Theory (and a Birthday Celebration!)

Greetings readers,

This side series builds off my work from the main Unwrapping the Wonka Bar series, basically, whenever something gets cut from a post of the main series but I still feel it has some value, I post it here as a Leftover for you all to enjoy. And to commemorate an important date for us in the CATCF fandom, I give you all this Leftover!

Now, this post has nothing to do with the original question of where Charlie’s town could be located, but while conducting the last analysis, I resurfaced this thought that I have had rattling around in the back of my mind for a couple of years now and I thought I would finally share this with all of you. While the actress who plays the “Woman in Shop” is named and has amassed a small list of credits over the years, I am here to propose that “Deborah Weston” is not a real person. In fact, I am here to propose that the “Woman in Shop” is being played by none other than our very own Dr. Julia Winter, because don’t you tell me that they don’t have the same creepy, high-cheekboned smile.

Bear with me here, my theory of the case goes that at some point in the 2040s, Doctor Winter grows tired of giving prostate exams and having to check if a patient’s particular bodily fluid should be that color and one day just says eff this and begins to regret forgoing acting to become a doctor. Her midlife crisis drives her to purchase one of the new Tesla Time Machine that Elon Musk just released, you know, right after he finished reducing Twitter to nothing but ashes for the seventh time just that month, and she time travels back to 2004 where she manages to sneak back onto the set of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at Pinewood Studios in order to relive her glory days as an actor. It is then that one of the crewmembers confuses her for one of the extras needed for an upcoming scene, the one where Charlie finds his Golden Ticket and gets harassed by adults into selling it to them. While this might have been the moment where others might have cracked under pressure for getting caught and admitted to being an imposter, Doctor Winter, always quick on her feet, quickly unpacked her acting skills she kept stored away in the corner of her mind since she was a teenager and quickly commits to her new role with pride. Even going so far as to play the role with a North American Accent, while also not doing the totally smug European thing where their North American Accent is just an impersonation of a Texan or a southern hillbilly, but instead made her character sound like a normal person one might find somewhere in Anglo-North America.

She of course plays her part well, overwhelming poor little Charlie into staying frozen in between two vultures until Bill the Shopkeeper has to shame the adults and tell the lucky winner to run straight home with his prize and is praised by her fellow scene members as soon as the camera stops rolling. Now, while this praise was a great change of pace from the thankless infected scab treatment and other duties a doctor must attend to, acting did not offer Doctor Winter the sense of purpose that she hoped to find once again. But that was until she looked off to the corner and spotted a young girl practicing her lines yet struggling to remember them. And so she approached the young girl in order to help her and in the spirit of an afterschool special, it turns out young girl was her eleven-year-old self. It all came back to her now, performing on screen for the first time as stressful for her, but Doctor Winter bucked up and imparted some cliché wisdom about perseverance onto her younger self. It was only until she saw the confidence in her younger as she quickly scurried off to the stylist's trailers so that they could doll her up to play the little brute that Doctor Winter remembered why she became a doctor, her true calling is to help people. And with that sense of purpose restored, Doctor Winter returns to the 2040s where she can continue to offer the good people of Sweden some of that good, old-fashioned socialist healthcare.

Well...that's enough shitposting for one day.

But in all seriousness, I believe I speak for the entire CATCF fandom when I wish Dr. Julia Winter a Happy Thirtieth Birthday!

Happy.

Thirtieth.

Birthday.

Veruca Salt is thirty years old. (P.S.: Veruca Salt is actually 28 because her character is nine years old in the film. But still!)

I don't know how I feel about this. Is this what it's like to feel old?

That’s it for the first installment of Unwrapping the Wonka Bar: The Leftovers. Join us next time we post a quick little insight into Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Also, make sure to check out the original Unwrapping the Wonka Bar series and follow us to keep up to date for when we post updates and other content.

Also, if you have better quality images of the scenes from the film I included in this post, feel free to share them with me so that I may replace the ones I used to improve the experience for the reader.

See you all next time!

#unwrapping the wonka bar #unwrapping the wonka bar: the leftovers #charlie and the chocolate factory #charlie and the chocolate factory 2005 #unwrappingthewonkabar #charlieandthechocolatefactory #catcf #catcf 2005 #dr. julia winter #julia winter #juliawinter #happy birthday #veruca salt #verucasalt

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Gullible

Word Count: 3,970

Status: Requested!

Ask: I'm a sucker for him anyway LOL. And please write more of him!

@: @violetoquinn54

Fandom: Back To The Future Series

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Violet O’Quinn (Not my OC)

Summary: They had their fights, they had their agreements. They had their prejudices and they had their prides. They had their reputations and their futures. But, even when they’re so different, yet so alike, why do they always manage to find each other after pushing themselves away?

Warnings: language, fighting, alcohol consumption, weed and cigarettes, lewd jokes, slightly angsty, implied sexua activities/assault, mentioned deaths, slight bullying (on Violet’s part and her short temper)

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @brooklynpa-c}

“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm,” Violet nods, victory curls bobbing as she exaggerates her movements. She wasn’t particularly listening anyway, placing and pinning bits of different fabrics on her plush mannequin.

It was the same tale, Lorraine droning on and on about boys, particularly the invincible Biff Tannen, and how either none or all of them want her; it really depends on the day it seems. Violet tries her best to balance the corded phone on her shoulder, eyebrows scrunching as she tries to wrap her creative brain around the style she’s aiming for.

Sighing, she places the container of pins down, settling her easily bubbling nerves as she feels the frustration itch underneath her skin. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out a cancer stick, placing the thin roll of crushed drugs between her heavily dyed lips, flicking the lighter for a match.

Inhaling the thick cloud of nicotine, she feels her nerves begin to ease, perching herself on her window sill. Allowing the smoke to escape out and into the warm breeze of summer, she finally decides to indulge Lorraine in a little bit of attention, finally zoning in on the topic.

“He’s just so... so ignorant,” Lorraine sputters, recounting Biff’s attitude towards her earlier today.

“It’s not something he usually doesn’t already do, Lo. He’s had the hots for you since we were at least fucking five,” Violet flicks the burnt ash at the butt of the cigarette.

“Yes, but why must he pester me everyday?” she groans, Violet joining her as she knows this’ll bring on another onslaught of complaints.

Pretending to check her watch, she chokes on the puff she inhaled, the time reading 11:45 pm. “Hey Lo, I know you’re all riled up and ready to beat him down to a stump, but we should sleep at some point.”

Violet hears a rustle and a sigh before Lorraine speaks again, “Yeah, like you sleep anyway.”

Violet snorts, feigning offense by gasping, “Don’t you know I need precisely 8 hours of beauty sleep? A minute more or a minute less would give me bags under my eyes, and - oh - the stress. It’ll break my schedule and surely mess with my hair growth!”

Lorraine giggles as Violet smirks to herself, the pair knowing all too well who she’s mocking. Sure, to some this would be cruel, but if you’d spent at least 5 minutes with Magenta O’Quinn, you’d instantly understand where the drama checks out.

“Besides,” Violet heaves after a good bout of breathy giggles, “We do need to sleep if we plan on going to the Weston Annual Party.” Violet’s face shines in mischief just thinking about the possibilities; she hadn’t had much fun this year with the inheritance, family business, and trying to somewhat stay grounded with decent grades at school.

Maybe she could even branch out, given it’s her last year. Maybe even move on from the familiar broad-shouldered, blue-eyed boy she oftentimes finds sneaking into her room more times than she could count.

“Are you sure you want to get caught up in that mess, Vi? You know who’s gonna be there and you know how he gets with his alcohol,” Lorraine twirls the cord of her phone between her fingers, brain swiping through all the endless scenarios in her head.

“Trust me, ain’t no one messin’ with you there Lorraine. And, if he tries it, he’s never met Violet O’Quinn on a bad day, especially if he thinks he’ll ruin my one night out,” Violet flicks her cigarette out the window, closing it with the lock at the top as she stretches to close the curtains, too. “God knows I need it,” she mutters, staring at the stars outside.

“If you say so, Vi,” Lorraine yawns, “Anyway, we really do need to head to bed. I don’t want my Pops hollering.”

“Alrighty, good night Lorraine,” Violet draws in her signature Southern accent, making sure to talk long and slow to give her one last laugh.

Putting the phone back on the holster, Violet takes a moment to stare at her bed; fluffy, untouched pillows and comforter begging her in with warm arms. Then, slowly, she turns towards the array of mannequins, and with a defeated sigh, her hands find the container of pins again, inspiration spiking once more as she gets lost on her new design.

She couldn’t recall when she’d passed out, but with the horrendous banging and yelling on the other side of her bedroom door, she finds herself jolting up from the cool of her hardwood flooring. Painfully, she hisses upon rubbing her face, pulling one of her pins out of her cheek. “Damn,” she hisses, little dabbles of blood percolating at the small pinprick.

“Violet! Let’s go!” more banging pursues, angering Violet in the slightest bit as she tries to wake up peacefully.

“I’m...Up!” she hollers back.

“Come on, Violet, we only have 5 minutes or you’re gonna be late!” Rusty calls from the door.

“Shit!” Scrambling to her feet, she slides across the flooring with the rest of her pins from the night before, mentally cursing herself for not allowing her the simplest task of just going to sleep for once.

Searching through her clothes, she finds a dark pair of roughed up, denim jeans, rolling the bottom cuffs to allow her boots some wiggle room. Sliding into a white T-shirt, she ties the bottom in a knot, rolling up the tight sleeves and tucking her pack of cigarettes there, completing the outfit with a black belt.

She would’ve gone for something more Violet inspired, but she really had no time to worry about the little things. Lunging for her door, she makes sure to lock it behind her, shuffling down the slim staircase behind a wall, allowing her out of her comfy attic-bedroom-turned-loft.

She grabs her bag at the kitchen counter, catches the side-wandering gaze of her envious younger twin. To make matters worse, Violet steals the toast on her plate before scurrying off to the front door and on the bus before Magenta has the chance to catch her. Opening the window, Violet sticks her head out, “It wouldn’t be so hard to run if you weren’t wearing 10 inch heels, Priss.”

...

“Violet!” the high-pitched girly voice calls after you from the other end of the hallway.

Shoving the rest of her books into her locker, she half-salutes the girl in the huge dress as if to signal she’s coming. Satisfied with what she’s taking and leaving for the weekend, she shuts the locker, places the lock and messes with the numbers, walking down the hall to meet the three teenagers at the end.

Violet tries to ignore the looks she’s given, she has for her whole life. Before her parents’ passings, she was the spoiled Priss who couldn’t manage to even look feminine; unless it was for fashion advice, then Violet was useful and the greatest thing Hill Valley’s ever seen. After the deaths, the looks were mixtures of knowing glances, disgust, and to be made fun of. Either way, she was simply...weird.

“Looking good, Shortcake,” the infamous mountain of a man cat-calls.

“Not too bad yourself,” Violet smiles, taking a small detour to indulge him in conversation. Had it been anyone else, Violet would’ve ripped them a new one, truly wish they’d never spoken or even learned how to talk in the first place. Biff Tannen was special, however.

“I heard from a little birdie that you’re gonna show up to the beer blast tonight,” he smirks, making eye contact with a very disturbed and flustered Lorriane that accidentally catches his eyes.

“That little birdie would be correct,” she states with a neutral expression, hand coming up to his cheek and moving his face back to train his eyes on her. “Though, it’s very rude to speak to someone without the respect of talking directly to them. I’da have to slap you for that one.”

“I wouldn’t be too mad about a little love tap, Shortcake,” he smirks, catching her hand in his lightly, despite his reputation.

As quickly as their hands meet is as quick as she pulls away, hand coming back to hide underneath her books, cradling it to her chest. Suddenly, her foot becomes more interesting than his cute face, shuffling her shoe around as if to look for dirt smudges.

Lifting her chin with his index finger, Biff leans in just the tiniest bit, “I expect to see you there.”

His sentence comes more off as a demand than a question, to which Violet nods with the slightest of a tint in her cheeks, green eyes finding his blue ones to make an unspoken, and rather unneeded, promise.

Scurrying off, her elbow is pulled by Lorraine, “Took you long enough! Come on, us girls are going to find outfits for tonight!”

“Lo, please, I don’t need to be taken on this extravagant shopping trip just for us to end the night with spilled beer, puke, and dirt all over us.”

“First off, ew. Secondly, we need your creative tastes!” Lorraine begs, grabbing Violet’s bag to place it in the back seat of her topless convertible.

Begrudgingly, Violet hops over the car door to sit in the back diagonal of Lorraine in the driver’s seat, side-glancing Babs as she gags way too obviously. “I saw that,” she all but snarls in warning.

Babs straightens in her seat quickly, looking the other direction as Betty rides shotgun. Both girls share a look between themselves and before they have time to check themselves, Violet shuts them down, “I saw that shit, too.” Pulling out another cigarette, Violet lights it and continues, “I also know that neither of you wanted me here,” she smirks viciously, “You aren’t too good at hiding it. I know I was only invited for Lorraine, however, you’re gonna need me if you think you’re gonna be a showstopper tonight. Hell, even a makeover, if possible.”

Easily, both girls take offense and open their mouths in surprise, Lorraine choosing to appear as if she hadn’t heard anything, and Violet blowing a puff of smoke into Babs’ face with a devilish glint in her eye; she accomplished her mission in getting back at them, she didn’t need to say anything more.

...

The shopping, even as entertaining as it was, gave Violet quite the laugh and exhaustion throughout the two hours of being there with the other girls. So much so that she divulged herself in an hour’s nap in order to recharge. She didn’t buy anything that afternoon, no, she had made something better, something much more extravagant.

Standing in the center of her bedroom was a single mannequin, plain except for the outfit bestowed upon it and begging to be worn. Hand-sewn was a cropped tee, the sleeves and edges worn and roughed out to appear used and almost dirty. A crisp white with the word “BITCH” bolded in a deep black. Riding high up to the waist was a black, white, grey, and purple plaid pair of trousers; Violet’s personality shining through with the double belts on the top that hang low to the knees, two zippers on the kneecap and lower thigh and matching set on the pockets and very ends of the ankles. To top off the look, there was a black beanie and purple long sleeved shirt underneath the T-shirt.

Once woken up and prepared for the party, Violet wore the outfit like a badge of honor, one of her greatest works to come by. Before leaving, she added her black boots and grabbed her spiked black denim jacket to sling over her shoulder.

...

Waltzing into the party with a dark pair of shades, Violet quickly feels the overcrowding of people get to her, almost as if she’s becoming claustrophobic. Taking a red solo cup, she fills if with beer ans chugs it fast, refilling the next cup in desperate need to feel the tension in her shoulders leave. It’s been too long since she’s been in a public setting like this, and now that she’s here, all she can feel is the worry and stress of the days to follow this night.

“Ah, fuck it,” she groans, discarding the cup somewhere on the floor to find something stronger. Walking around the house, she finds the living room, people of many kinds either drinking, dancing, making out, smoking, or playing games.

Leaning against the door frame, she observes the people lost in the moment; she used to be a friend of those feelings, so care-free and happy, knowing that one night couldn’t possibly mess with her plans ahead. She was a kid then, a few months changing her almost simultaneously, and now an adult is left behind feeling like she’s missed so much.

Kids cheer in the corner, the familiar game of beer pong causing her to laugh as the poor boy passes out with the sheer amount of shots he was forced to consume. Violet almost considers joining in, but the tap at her shoulder pulls her from her thoughts swiftly.

“There you are!” Lorraine screams, trying to be heard over the loud music.

“Here I am!” Violet calls back with a smile, “Enjoying the party so far?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing!” she smiles, stumbling a little, “I’m having the time of my life! I’m talking to this boy, he’s real sweet!”

Violet nods questioningly, taking in the lack of details and obvious state of her friend, “How much have you had to drink, Lo? Who have you been hanging around with?”

“Roy! Come on, let’s go meet him!” she steals Violet’s forearm, tugging firmly.

“I-I don’t know, Lorraine!”

“Stop being such a wet end, just relax! Roy’s reeeeaalllyyy cool and he’s been such the charmer.”

Violet staggers a bit, staring at Lorraine slightly taken back, following the drunken woman weakly’ her mind working 100 miles a minute and not liking the odds of what this boy seems to be trying to obtain from her friend.

Strolling up to a group of loud boys and girls leaving not a bit of their bodies to the imagination, Lorraine calls out to the boy she spoke so highly of just moments before. “Roy, I want you to meet my friend, Violet O’Quinn.”

“Roy Holtz.” He stood tall and broad, shoulders squared and arms displayed nicely underneath his tight muscle shirt, dark blue skinny jeans displaying his package to what only he feels is a show-stopper. He looks Violet up and down from head to toe, the stupid toothpick bobbing around with the continuous movements of her tongue and grinding of teeth.

“Oh, great, a true charmer,” Violet rolls her eyes, crossing her arms to display a sense of unwant and protection, defensive.

“I don’t think your friend likes me too much, Lorraine,” he giggles, “Why don’t you come and hang out with me instead, huh? I can show you a fun time.”

“Lorraine isn’t going anywhere with you, Dick.”

“Oh no, and why’s that?” he snarls, stepping up to be almost chest to chest with a much shorter Violet, her 5′2″ stature being no match to Roy’s 10 inch difference. “You want some of me instead, is that it? You jealous she’s getting my attention?

Shoving him away from her with the tips of her fingers, she looks him dead in the eye, “You’re stepping on the wrong toes if you think you’re gonna get lucky with her tonight, you hear me? You’re severely mistaken if you think you’re gonna do so much as even touch her.”

“Oh, look at the mouth on you,” Roy advances towards her again, Lorraine being long forgotten. “Just imagine all the wonders it can do,” his hands snake around to grip her ass firmly, giving it a nice squeeze.

Quickly, Violet’s hand balls into fists at her sides, shoving him off of her with immense anger. Roy falls back at the force of her and, with a few shuffled steps, Roy gathers himself with an almost matched anger. “You Bitch,” he spits, scolding the girl for her defiance.

“Fuck you,” she spits at him, saliva gathering all over his eyes.

Her actions, albeit greatly intended to piss him off, are greatly regretted as Roy cocks back his arm, fist colliding with Violet’s face before she has the chance to dodge it. Staggering back with a hand to her jaw, her vision quickly shines red, body lowering to tackle the taller guy, shoulder jabbing into his stomach to throw him off balance.

Lunging on top of him, Violet’s hands land endless blows to Roy’s face, pummeling him to the ground. Snatching her elbow just as she goes to land another punch, Roy pins it back in a painful angle, throwing her body off of his as he goes to switch their positions, a fist flying into her nose intentionally.

Somewhere, in his sick mind, his desire to see her bleed grew as the first hit didn’t quite break her nose. Her eyes tear up as another blow was thrown directly after the last, a small dabble of blood finding the rim of her nose as she feels the audible crack.

Knee hiking up from underneath Roy, Violet aims for the groin, missing but managing to use it as a block. Pushing up again, her knee pushes Roy off her once more, hand grabbing his arm and pinning it behind his back. Sitting on top of the boy again, Violet pushes the arm high enough to earn a pained cry, other hand fisting his hair to bring his head back.

Forcing him to look her in the eyes, green eyes devoid of any emotion, she all but snarls, “You ever think of using another girl again, I’ll know about it. When you think of harming them, you’ll think of me.” Violet forces her hand down, smashing Roy’s head into the pavement below them before forcing his head back again, “Do I make myself clear?”

He nods.

“I said, ‘Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?’”

“Y-Yes. Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought. Let this embarrassment be your warning, hm?”

“Yes.”

Dubbing his fear an earned win, Violet lets the boy go with the drop of his head, removing herself from on top of him. Standing above him, her eyes find the crowd that had formed around them, suddenly feeling the center of everyone’s attention. Looking for Lorraine, she watches as the girl makes a run for it, Violet quickly tearing through the crowd to chase after her, “Lorraine!”

Lorraine makes a break for the sliding glass door of the patio in the backyard, turning around momentarily to remark how close Violet was getting, eyes widening as her eyes catch something from behind. “Violet!” she calls, Roy getting up and gaining on Violet once more.

However, her warning was too late, Roy tackling Violet again, throwing her head into the pavement just as he head, only he repeats the actions multiple times. Just as Violet feels her head spin and vision start to display stars, all actions stop.

Lazily, her head turns towards her side, just catching the end of Roy’s continued war. A swift blow effectively knocks all sense of consciousness out of him, the tall victor standing above him like a waking nightmare. Fully aware of the damage he’s done, he stares at his knuckles, then turns to meet Violet’s eyes.

“You love getting yourself into trouble, huh?” Biff’s warm and deep voice paves a way through Violet’s clouded mind, huge arms coming to wrap around her limp body.

“Pervert deserved it,” she mumbles, eyes heavily lidded with the awaiting bruising and pain, adrenaline starting to run low.

“I know,” he smirks, opening the sliding door and walking you up the stairs to the bathroom in his friend’s room. “Sometimes you need to pace yourself, though. You almost didn’t make it through this one.”

“I knew you’d come to the rescue,” Violet smirks, allowing Biff to place her on the sink to get a better look at the damage.

“It’s still stupid, Tex. You don’t have to assert your dominance over every guy.”

Violet laughs, eyes closing at Biff pats the warm wash cloth over her eyes and forehead, wiping up the blood. “It’s not my fault they have shrimp dicks.”

“Guess that means I don’t have a shrimp dick then, huh?” he smiles widely.

“Oh hush,” Violet giggles, cheeks just dusting with a red tint.

“I’m serious though, Tiny, you could’ve gotten extremely hurt,” Biff’s hand finds her chin again, lifting her head with the intent of meeting her eyes and further exaggerating his point.

Suddenly, Violet feels the air shift, smile leaving her lips to show her full attention, “I know, Biff, but I had him. He was trying to use Lorraine and - I don’t know, I-”

“You felt the need to protect her,” he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah because I care for her. She’s my friend.”

Biff sighs amused, “Tex, why do you think I’m always here to end your fights for?”

Violet’s eyes widen at the question, both confusion and awe causing her walls to fall down and collapse around her. “I-I don’t know.”

“Well I ain’t taking punches just because I’m your friend, Tex.”

Violet gasps again, “Are you saying you have feelings? Biff Howard Tannen, are you saying you care about me?

“Well, I’m still here, ain’t I? I haven’t strayed like everyone else has.”

“So, you do then. Even with all of our fighting and bickering? The constant one-upping?”

“Are you really gonna make me say it, Tiny?”

“I think I need a little clarifying,” Violet grins, face slowly inching forwards.

Biff finds himself lowering his body, hands on either side of Violet’s thighs on the sink, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Violet O’Quinn.”

“You wouldn’t want it any other way, Tannen.”

Lips colliding in a passionate frenzy, Violet’s hands wrap around the huge man’s neck, hand playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Biff’s tongue drags along the bottom of her lip, begging for entrance, but in Violet’s defiance and typical teasing, she doesn’t allow him access. Groaning, his teeth nibble at her lip, encouraging a gasp that lets his tongue slide in freely.

Quietly, Violet whimpers, legs widening to allow Biff to step in closer, his hands lifting to cup her jaw carefully. With the begging of their lungs, the pair pull away with labored breaths, Biff capturing Violet’s bottom lip in her teeth for a moment before pulling away, foreheads colliding against one another’s.

“I love you, Tex.”

“I know you do, Tannen,” Violet giggles, another groan meeting her as his head falls in the crook of her neck. Slowly picking his head up with her hands, she watches as he molds to her like putty, face nuzzling into her palms. “And, that’s why I love you, too.”

“Don’t say the ‘too’ at the end... makes it sound like you’re agreeing with me,” he smirks, eyes trained on her face with adoration.

“I love you, Biff Tannen.”

“There it is,” he smiles, leaning in for another kiss.

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