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intoxicatingimmediacy · 11 months
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rafaelcasal | I want to draw some attention to what wound up in the frames of this episode, captured by our brilliant DP collaborator @tarinanderson and our camera team, and designed by so many departments workin in tandem - art dept, prod design, set dec, props! Wardrobe, stunts, lighting team, grips! electricians, teamsters, our AD department - we shot this whole episode in FIVE DAYS.
Our big theme is the way a child’s imagination becomes a coping mechanism for trauma, and how parents try to keep their kids safe from adulthood as long as possible.
We steered away from real guns in reference to our gun scene the Blindspotting film, which made for a great VFX convention. We shot on wide lenses to give you every inch of the blocking and production design. Our score is based on the whistle daveed performs and first appears in ep. 3. We focused on how sex workers were the main developers of the west, and the law was just the biggest gang.
We used the bay areas raiders/niners feud as a way to look at somewhat superficial rivalries about who represents and subsequently owns a place, when both are ultimately settlers. And for Sean, that’s a rivalry his father is invested in, so imagines these as rival gangs in the west.
The sides also represent this time in California history when vaqueros (of Spanish, indigenous and African ancestry, or combinations of the three) in Alta Califas where experiencing an influx of Anglo cowboys making their way to the west in search of gold and land, right before/after California became part of the US, and the gold rush + boom of San Franciscos population began. It is a gentrification story again, at it’s core - hence the use of the (nineteen) forty niners.
Things like these represent our humanity, our values, our voices. This little tribe of people that make this show. And it starts with writers in a room, dreaming up a world that doesn’t exist until it does.
Fire off any questions in the comments, I’ll do my best to answer. We want to draw attention to the people, unions and departments that make a feat like this possible, while we are industry-wide fighting for livable wages.
Thanks @blindspottinglove @blindspottingfan for stills
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toughtink · 7 months
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genshin time! i did 2 of the main quest lines plus the whole 4.0 archon quest so far!! still need to do the main melusines quest line, but i’m gonna put my rambly and spoilery thoughts here:
i’ve found the trials/case-cracking equal parts exciting and frustrating. i keep jumping too many steps ahead to the conclusion while the story insists on forcing a misdirection as part of how the plot’s meant to play out. regardless, i can’t wait to break my trash bf out of jail in 4.1.
i love how we’ve had these themes set up at the end of the 3.0 quests, and especially in that last area of sumeru + the nymph’s dream artifact set dropping all that lore about the naz-whatever institute.
speaking of, in ann’s quest the friends she had were petit chou, al, jak, kate, and mori. the folks mentioned in rene’s investigation notes and in other lore around fontaine are rene, ann, alain (guillotin), jakob, and…various others?? i’m workin from memory rn. they mention a director and vice director along with a mr. karl who, in the virgil quest, is described as the adopted father of those children.
al➡️alain and jak➡️jakob are easy, but what about kate, mori, and petit chou? also, the nymph’s dream set lore kind of implies that the “hero” becomes a villain or a dragon in the story, which i remember someone online thinking that was speaking metaphorically about rene who seems obsessed with the energy issues that the institute is studying which would make rene narcissus in ann’s quest. 🤔
unrelated to any of that, the designs or animals particularly birds in fontaine are so cute!! i’d absolutely make a pokemon team out of them.
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laplacesdevil · 11 months
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@autismrobot5 yes. Yes tou can. I am SO sorry it took this long
We'll go over Miss B first because MMMMWAAAHHH!!!!! I LVOE HER!!!! YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MUCH SHE IS JUST SO!! OOOOOOO!!!!! All of this will be under cut because it's gonna be Lengthy. Most information can be found on their toyhou.se profiles as well! (They're in the Main Projects folder!)
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Miss B is a reporter! Specifically, she broadcasts to an outer audience (technically, us), making most, if not, all drawings with her canon. She also hosts podcasts, but she prefers to be seen the most! She has fourth-wall breaking powers where she speaks to the audience! I'd like to keep her backstory a secret for now, as I'm working on it on-and-off, but I will say she's drastically different from who she was back then and WILL stuff down all negative feelings bc of it. They hate talking about their past. I. Still haven't figured out their reporter voice, but their normal speaking voice is bugs bunny. They are both bunny-adjacent.
Miss B has her own universe btw! It's a floating-in-the-void studio mixed with a penthouse. Multi-floors. Middle floor is her whole studio. There's a compartment in the studio where all folders of possible candidates to interview. Btw the folders kinda hold like an wikipedia-level amount of knowledge on those characters.
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Oh yeah forgot to mention, but Miss B also has a little sidekick of sorts! His name is Frankie :3 (he/ted/hun) n he's a friend's oc! At the moment, while said friend also doesn't know Miss B backstory, Frankie is Miss B's cameraman! Also he is 2. (He's actually like. 7-10 I'm gonna be honest I don't remember.) Miss B and teds parents are on pretty good terms with each other. Miss B also cares a lot for Frankie and always makes sure ted stays behind when it's on dangerous interviews + when hun is sick. Miss B doesn't actually need a cameraman, as it knows it's always (or usually) being watched, but it appreciates the company! Think of them having a slight Sonic-n-Tails friendship
I need you to know that she was originally my fem Springtrap human design before FNAF 3 came out OK? I'm putting her old pic here. Her name was Boldenzie, if u even care...... also her red suit is inspired by old Spamton. Sorry for the gunshot. As for Miss B herself, she came to be because i thought boldenzie was pretty. and i wanted her back. she was actually gonna be a feddyverse oc (Rivals with gracie) but it wasnt workin. also she was gonna be a bit like junko from . the. the. the. the rompers. i thought it would be fun for her to be multiverse, i think bc of santana
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now..... santi..... My dearly beloved.
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so. Fun fact. He's been meant for MANY projects before, but I couldn't make him stick, or I couldn't figure anything for the universe he was in. His "most recent" (abt a year ago, tbh) universe, he was named Marikit Guinto, nicknamed "Calamansi"/"Kalamansi". He had a partner named Rey Basa (they/it), nicknamed "Juniper"/"Juni". Tammi's siblings were in the universe too, but like I couldn't figure out what the universe could be like, so I trashed it. Tammi's siblings are ok btw. Would love to draw them digitally some time. Santana's original design + personality were based off of vry2k gordon because he's so fucking pretty
So, how did Santana FINALLY get to stick? So you see, I had a dream where it was like fnaf roblox building mode. And then there was a pretty cute health inspector because Of Course There Was. I don't remember much abt what happened, but when I woke up, I IMMEDIATELY went to drawing him. Thats when I noticed "Hey this looks like cala". Not sure how I got to him being multiverse, tbh, but then i incorporated his past selves
anyways. to ACTUAL santana stuff.
santana is an angel. He has a true form, but he never feels quite comfortable exposing it, unless in dire situations. He was aware of his past universes, and used to answer to a being called The Almighty One, who he sees as the one who created all the universes he's been in. His backstory goes into it a bit, but basically, after so many requests of a new universe, The Almighty One offers Santana a deal of providing him a universe: record all of the universes that had been created. Santana was desperate and accepted it, and The Almighty One sends him off.
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so like that was a lie btw. well. not PARTICULARLY a lie, but it's an imposible task. The Almighty One isn't even the one who creates the universes, and there's different ones created every second.
OH OH OH. WAIT IM COPY AND PASTING THIS SHIT FROM MY DISCORD MESSAGES
Anyways I think I've said this before, but part of Santana knows his task is impossible. But he doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't want to admit that all this work is for nothing. Because if it's for nothing, then what does he have left?
He tries to make himself believe it's for something. To keep going. That the promise will be kept
By the dubs. he was also lied to that he couldn't interact with others. He can! The last time he did, The Almighty One FUCKED with him. Look, I've drawn Santana a few times and he seems elegant and shit, right? I promise you he is NOT that man is emotionally constipated but he's forcing himself to stay stoic and unattached because if he lets one vulnerability he's scared he will not be able to handle it.
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So, unlike Miss B, he has to record everything himself in a journal he conjures up! btw i need you to know miss b sometimes has santana conjure up accessories for their outfits smtimes.
oh this is important. santana and miss b relationship. they certainly do got sm stuff btwn them. problem is that they both have partner problems (i.e., for santana "i watched my boyfriend fucking die in front of me"). Miss B acts real sweet on Santana (she calls him Santi!) and finds him really fun and interesting! Like, wow! Another multiverse traveler! A pretty and smart one too! So fashionable!!! And there's no info on him too? Wowza... Santana, on the other hand, does enjoy Miss B's company after going so long without interaction (will not admit it) and believes she (and Frankie) are the only ones he can interact with safely. But also he pushes the both of them away because he's kinda scared otherwise. He does care for them though.
Santana and Miss B want to get close to each other, but at the same time, the two of them keep their secrets guarded HARD. they complement each other really well.
anyways here's their playlists
miss b: youtube spotify
santana: youtube spotify (missing a song </3)
btw i should note this bc i havent gotten to drawing it yet, but santana sometimes gives himself tits because he likes havin em. he's got some kind of gender going on and i want it
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Wild Hearts Chapter Nine
The next few days were the hardest for her, mostly because they had to get back to work. Bill was still very happy. More so than he’d ever been. They had a ton of fun at work, probably more than they really should be having. The best she could figure was he finally felt not only free but at peace with himself and his life. She could only imagine getting to live out one of his biggest fantasies, at least in part, played a huge role in this. She was more than happy to be the one to help him with it. Not only that, but learn more about herself through the whole experience and make the connection with him. They didn’t talk about Aurora, ever. It was just them. He even got her off the set one day for a picnic in a nearby field. Something he’d planned entirely. She’d never had anything like this in her entire life. Scott had never been this romantic, even when they were just dating. 
On Wednesday, she was giving a brief rundown of everything going on to the executive producer. More or less a progress report on Bill and the status of the other horses, when Bill entered the stable with another guy. Someone she hadn’t ever seen before. That wasn’t saying much because she assumed when it came to production stuff there were a ton of people she was never going to meet. He motioned over in her direction and they came towards her. 
“You wanna be in the movie?” Bill asked her. 
“Hold your horses there Bill,” The other guy laughed, “There’s a whole process before that point.” 
“Yeah but she’ll do great.” Bill insisted. 
“I’m sorry what’s this about?” She asked, she couldn’t exactly say she didn’t want to be in a movie. It had been a dream of hers long ago but she’d written it off for a myriad of reasons. The most she’d ever done were a few plays in high school and one stage production locally right after she’d been married. She would have continued but Scott had put an end to that too. That was five years ago and she’d given up on all of her dreams entirely shortly after. 
“Bill here thinks that you may be a better onscreen match for him than who’s supposed to play his wife.” The guy said, “The only reason I’m here right now is I kind of agree with him. Their screen tests are lukewarm at best.” 
“You want me to play his wife?” She asked, “In the movie?” 
“If you show any more promise than that annoying Amber Slate woman, yes.” He said. She looked at Bill, kind of stunned to hear this. More than that. Outright shocked. This wouldn’t just be her first movie but she’d be right up there next to Bill. Could she actually pull this off? He seemed to think she could. 
“I’ll be working with you too, see? You trust that I know what I’m doing, right Chris?” Bill insisted, “If she can teach me all this shit about horses which she did, I can teach her everything I know about acting.” 
“Honestly I believe if anyone can do that, it’s you, but it’s more about chemistry. You gotta give me something here.” This guy now known as Chris said even though she still had no actual idea what his role in any of this film was. 
“One day,” Bill said, “All I need is one, then she’ll audition.” 
“Alright, I’ll want you in my office tomorrow at nine. Got it?” He asked, “I’ll get the others there too, casting, producers...whatever.” 
“Thank you, so much.” Bill said. The guy gave her another look and then walked out of the stables looking like he was not very comfortable being in there. She couldn’t imagine he would be given his designer suit and all the smells around them. “How fast can you learn a Russian accent?” 
“Not in 24 hours. You’re insane.” She laughed and shook her head, “As nice as this idea is-” 
“I’ll call my dialect guy.” He said, “I learned it.” 
“No offense but you’re already from Sweden and that accent is weird anyway.” She said, “Right now you’re workin with a girl from the south. Dallas. I gotta lose this accent in 24 hours to audition? Ain’t no fucking way, Bill.” 
“Do you want this?” He asked, “Don’t lie, I saw how your eyes lit up. Whatever it is, you like the idea you just don’t think you can do it. Is that right?” 
“It’s not as simple as all that.” She said, “Besides what if they don’t think we got chemistry anyway?” 
“For one, we do, I know what on screen chemistry is. I’ve had plenty of it. Secondly, if you really want this I can teach you what you need to know. You have to believe that.” He insisted. She sighed. She guessed that it wasn’t really going to hurt her to try. 
“If I don’t get the part I still get to keep the horse job right?” She asked, “And what about that anyway? I can’t just go from lead horse wrangler lady to...what? Supporting actress? I got no time to be doing both.” 
“If you don’t get the part I’ll make sure they let you keep your job. If you get the part you’ll be replaced. Please? That actress is...she’s not a bad actress but we got nothing between us. It’ll ruin the movie.” He insisted. This seemed very important to him, just like all the kinky pony stuff. At that point she definitely trusted he knew what he was doing and saying. The world of acting was his expertise, not hers. Though it did kind of get her wondering what his on screen chemistry with any woman was like. She still hadn’t even seen a full movie that he’d been in. All she had seen were some clips of Pennywise. There wasn’t time to sit down and watch a two part movie that would amount to being four hours of her day. At night she was just too exhausted and during the day she was busy. She’d thought about asking to watch it with him then thought that would be weird. 
“Fine, I’ll give it a try but on the condition I get to watch you in some movie somewhere and you don’t get all squirrely about it.” She told him. 
“I was never stopping you in the first place. Might want to start with Hemlock Grove.” He said, “Come on, we have a lot of work to do.” He took her arm and started to pull her out of the stables and back towards his trailer. She supposed that was the best place to work and prepare for this. It was exciting even if it also made her kind of nauseous with anxiety. Was this really happening? Even worse, what the hell was Aurora going to think when she got back. If things went the way he seemed to want them to go this was only going to make his life worse. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be a catalyst to that sort of situation. 
*****
The rest of the day was grueling. Far more so than just working with horses and training Bill how not to fall off of them and kill himself. She found she actually wasn’t bad at acting, not with him. He made it so easy. Probably because he was so talented. Hearing him with a Russian accent was constantly driving her crazy. There was no way that hurt the performance because whenever he did it she got turned on and couldn’t stop looking at him with such a hunger that it made her soul ache. 
He laid out the movie for her and went over the script. The role was indeed supporting, not close to main. Enough screen time to make her character important but not enough to draw focus away from him. The good thing about the story was that the husband and wife were very much in love. Two very psychopathic people who enjoyed the hunt. Somewhere along the lines they’d grown bored with dangerous game and turned their attention to humans. The movie made it seem like it was some sort of foreplay for them. It was a dark and gruesome plot, but it was very well written. Her character was cunning and dangerous. A woman meant to compliment everything that his character was. 
The worst part was the dialect coach. Not that he was bad at his job but she was terrible at changing her speech patterns. She was pretty sure both Bill and this new guy, Matt, were about to wring her neck for not being able to get anything right. She could deliver the lines just fine if she didn’t have to do that Russian accent. That was what they spent the most time on. Over, and over, and over. She just couldn’t get her mouth to do any of that. Especially not the whole rolling R thing she was supposed to do on quite a few of the words. 
It probably wasn’t until around nine that night that she started to kick her brain into gear to function correctly enough to start, just barely, doing it right. The first line she actually spat out correctly made them cheer loudly. It also made her laugh because she was relieved that it had even worked. They’d spent ten hours discussing this, trying to teach her, even over lunch and then dinner. It just never stopped. It gave her a whole new appreciation for the dedication that Bill was putting into his work. 
“Good just keep doing that.” Matt told her, “Don’t stop, keep speaking in that accent so you don’t lose it if you have to.” 
“I’ll keep her on her toes. Don’t worry.” Bill said. 
“I don’t think it matters because I’ll probably go to sleep and it’ll all be wiped from my brain.” She said and yawned. 
“Then I will just have to speak with a Russian accent all the time until after the audition.” Bill said, using the accent exactly as he was explaining. She wasn’t even going to complain about that because it was so fucking hot. She didn’t think it would help her one bit but if it wasn’t a big deal for him there was also no reason to make him stop. 
“You think that will be a punishment for me?” She laughed. 
“Well, whatever you two got going on here, he was right. He has no chemistry with Amber. I’ve seen them.” Matt said, “But, I got shit to do so good luck let me know how it turns out.” 
“Of course,” Bill said, “We’ll get lunch or something.” 
“Sounds good. Have a good night.” Matt told them and then headed out of the trailer. Krystal looked over at him and sighed. 
“It will be a borderline miracle if we pull this off you know.” She said, “It’s not just my acting it’s the chemistry...the fucking chemistry.” 
“Then there’s no reason it shouldn’t work. We got this.” He said putting an arm around her and pulling her close. She laughed softly and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. It felt good to be in his arms like this again, even if she knew there was no way this could actually last. It relaxed her, though, and she was definitely going to need that to be able to get enough rest to pass the audition in the morning. 
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At nine o’clock sharp the next morning, they were at some large office in downtown L.A. It was big enough for a group of people and here she was supposed to perform these lines with Bill. Prove to everyone who was probably investing an ungodly amount of time, money, and effort into this project that she was worth it. She was barely worth her weight in horse manure so she also wasn’t sure why Bill was trying to sell her so hard on this. Maybe to him she was good but he had to be biased right? Maybe it was some kind of rose color glasses or he was just drunk on whatever lust she’d been providing him. She was so nervous she also thought she might puke. She hadn’t been able to eat anything for breakfast. Her only saving grace was that she didn’t have to do this audition alone. He would be there and he’d help her keep focus. At least she hoped. 
The introductions were very quick. She was aware they were busy because they made that abundantly clear. It seemed they were really only putting up with this based on Bill’s word and the level of respect they had for him. She didn’t play into the equation at all because they didn’t know her nor did she have any clout in the industry whatsoever. She heard Bill talking to them, explaining the situation. From what she understood, the guy she met the day before had been the director. Also in the room was the casting director, a few of the producers, and the lead script writer. It seemed that if this was going to be decided it would be all of them who chose her, even though she knew that she’d already won Bill’s vote. 
“Alright are you ready?” Bill asked, turning to her. 
“Not really but guess there’s no better time than this.” She said and laughed nervously. He put a hand on her arm and turned her to face him, so the men who were watching were in the corner of her eye. They’d still be able to see her and what she was doing but she wouldn’t need to focus on them. He put his hands on her face and moved her head to look into his eyes as he looked down. 
“You can do this, just us here okay?” He said, “Deep breath, I’ll read you in. Like we practiced. Remember?” He was nodding his head a bit as he said this like he was trying to convince her. She just nodded and took in a deep breath. He dropped his hands and stood up quite a bit straighter. His posture took on the confidence of the man she’d seen in the bedroom in that equestrian outfit in the bedroom. He was dressed normally hear but picturing that certainly helped her to loosen up, even if it only was a bit. 
“This? This is the one?” He asked angrily, “This one, he will be no fun. Weak.” He motioned as if he was holding something in his hand. She knew that according to the script they were supposed to be looking at pictures or something to decide on their next target together. It was somewhat of a chilling discussion to establish them as horrible elitists who only ever others as below them. Cattle. Or worse. 
“No this one, very deceptive.” She said, “Maybe small but crafty. Give us a challenge.” She motioned to his hands as if he actually had a photograph there. 
“You are mad, I could snap his leg like twig.” He insisted. 
“Perhaps,” She said, “But he is a thinker, educated. We need to worry about this one, I told you...I have seen him sniffing around. We invite him and take care of problem ourselves.” 
“Hardly any meat on this one. I shoot him when he comes in the door. No effort.” Bill scoffed as if what she was proposing was ridiculous. 
“No fun in that,” She shook her head, “When have I made mistake before? Hmmm? Tell you what, if I wrong about this then you choose next pig. It is my turn and this is the one I want.” He laughed and grabbed her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close. His hand stroking gently over her cheek as he looked into her eyes. 
“How could I ever say no to you?” He purred, “My sweet princess can have this poor cow if that is her wish.” He pulled her into a kiss because that’s what they were supposed to do and she kissed him back eagerly. After all, they were supposed to have something resembling chemistry here and it really wasn’t hard to fake it while kissing him. He released her a moment later and she found herself trying to catch her breath. She turned to look at the rest of the men there. 
“Give us a moment please, outside.” Casting director said. She was fairly sure his name was Kevin or something. She hadn’t really been paying attention thanks to how on edge she was. He nodded and took her arm, pulling her out of there before she could think of anything to say in her defense. 
“Shit that’s bad right?” She asked once they were out in the hall. 
“Trust me if it was that bad they’d have stopped us from saying our lines way before the kiss.” He laughed, “It’s normal, they are just going to discuss it. You don’t have anything to worry about, I swear.” 
“And if they say no?” She asked. 
“They aren’t going to say no.” He told her, “Come on, want some coffee or something?” He motioned to a table that was set up just outside of there that had an assortment of refreshments. 
“Water is fine, I think I’ll puke if I have anything other than that.” She told him. He nodded and went to grab her a bottle, holding it out in her direction. She took it from him and opened it, taking a small sip to help deal with how dry her mouth had gotten. The door opened and the director poked his head out and looked around for a moment until his eyes landed on Bill. 
“Bill, can we see you in here a minute? Just you,” He said. 
“Yeah, Krystal just have a seat okay?” Bill told her and headed back into the office. That was easier said than done so she didn’t do it. She just paced instead. It seemed like eternity before the door opened again and Bill came out of there he was holding something in his hand which he then held out for her to take. It was a large packet of stuff. She looked at him but took it anyway. 
“What is this?” She asked. 
“This is the part where you find out about all the paperwork that comes with being in a movie, that and your copy of the script.” He said. 
“Are you serious?” She asked, “They...they want me? They said it’s okay?” 
“Yes,” He smiled, “We’re going to need to do a lot of work for this but it will be worth it. I promise. You’ll even get your own trailer, well, it was going to be Amber’s but they don’t need her around anymore do they?” 
“Yeah but I don’t want her to-” 
“Truth be told she wanted off the project.” He said, “Look, it’s no hard feelings between any of us. She’s not even a bad actress but sometimes the chemistry just isn’t right. I think we both knew that and she already had something lined up. Her schedule was pushing filming really thin for her. She wasn’t sure after finding this out, it was worth it. She’d mentioned maybe trying to sweet talk someone into a replacement and I thought you were perfect. I can have her tell you herself if you don’t believe me.” 
“Oh...really?” 
“Sometimes that’s just how it is.” He said. “Besides, the last thing I’d want to do is start your career by making you an enemy if that was the case I’d have had them bring in another professional. No offense.” 
“None taken because I still think that might be a better idea.” She laughed. 
“You’re working with me, I’ll teach you everything I know, and you’re going to do just fine. I promise. Have I steered you wrong yet?” He asked. 
“No, but in all fairness it’s only been a little over a week so you have a lot of time to fuck something up.” She joked and punched him in the arm playfully. He stumbled back, all dramatic, as if she’d actually hurt him then started to laugh. “Oh shut up.” 
“Come on, we have a lot to do and very little time to do it. We need to get started. Are you ready for this?” He asked. She nodded. In all honesty she didn’t think she was ready. What she thought was that he would show her the way. Guide her. Help her learn everything she needed to know in order to be able to do this. She did trust that he could do that, could get her prepared. In that moment she was very unprepared. More so than she’d ever been but she had faith he could get her to where she needed to be. This seemed to be like all the good karma she’d been waiting for after so many years in that nightmare she called a marriage. 
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Two undead boys just chillin. 
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ssomepersonn · 3 years
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more kh doodlyboops
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{NOTE: This is just a rough draft! [Or whatever ya call it in art.] TCS’ design might get changed later.}
Ain’t she… uhh
… plant-like?? 
Ah don’t trust myself enough to fully color ‘er in, but ah kinda like it that way. I did the ‘ombre’ thingy to the legs, ‘cause plants look like that sometimes. @the-blue-waddle-doo, what’cha think?
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imagine-that · 3 years
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Good for you
Pairing: Loki x reader
Warning: angst? Anger? Idfk, breaking things, rage ig.
( A part 2 to White Horse )
AN: I didn’t have this one planned as a part buttttttttt I heard the song and I had a Loki’s perspective idea for this fic and I just started writing it and now it’s finished andddddd I kinda like it even more than I liked White Horse 😊😊 here’s the song if you want to listen while you read or whatever ❤️❤️
Loki glared up at the ceiling, staring up at the art of a mural painted over the surface for what seemed like the thousandth time that day alone. He showed absolutely no desire to do much else lately, not unless visiting Heimdall counted as something to do, but he never did that just for the purpose of chatting.
Since you’d ran away, he was even worse than he was before. He was cold towards anyone who approached him, he snapped at the very slightest of things and he spent his days obsessing. Obsessing over where you were, what you did, who you were with. Essentially, if it had anything to do with you, he demanded to know even the smallest of details.
For whatever reason, he didn’t dare go down to Midgard to look for you. Heimdall believed it was because he only worried for you and somehow deep down he knew this was better for the both of you but he kept this theory to himself, not wanting to further enrage the god.
“Where is she/he/they now?” Loki barked as he walked through the gates, not bothering with a normal greeting.
“Y/n is just out for a coffee your highness, there is not much to say from the last time you asked.” Heimdall said simply.
Loki shakes his head with a cold laugh. “And? Who is she/he/they with then? Midgardians typically go for coffee in pairs. They use it as a date.” He sneers, glaring just at the thought.
“It seems that she/he/they is with another person yes.” Heimdall says, hoping it won’t send Loki over the edge to hear.
“Of course.” He mutters under his breath, storming away without another word to Heimdall, his brain flooding with an overwhelming amount of memories with you, making his jaw grind as it tightened.
Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks
Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world
His thoughts were plagued with the idea of you with another, your hand held in someone else’s, your laugh being another persons treasure. It filled him with an envy as green as his cloaks, his blood boiling at the mere idea.
He stormed through the throne room, ignoring his fathers shouts of anger for the interruption, ignoring Thor’s cries of concern and heading straight to the only place he felt he had left of you; your room in the palace.
As angry as he was, he gently shut the door behind him rather than slamming it, not wanting to disturb the peace in the empty room.
To others, that was exactly what it would look like; an empty and vacant bedroom waiting to be used. But to him it was the last place he’d seen you, the last time he’d ever seen his one true love was in this room and he couldn’t handle the idea that it could be the last time ever.
He glanced at the photos you’d left decorating your dresser, the only sign that this room was ever once used for anything more than a guest room.
He stared at one of the photos with a blank stare, grabbing it off the dresser and looking down at your still smiling face intently, as though if he stared long enough, it would pull you right out of the photograph and back to him. But then he flashes back to the last night you two had been together, the way he’d been so blinded by his love for you that you’d managed to deceit him and he cried out in anger, tossing the frame across the room where it smashed as soon as it hit the wall.
He was breathing heavy, collapsing down to the ground on his knees.
He remembered Heimdall telling him that you had been seeing a therapist, coping much better with the trauma he’d put you through when you started seeing the professional. Despite his love for you, he was jealous beyond belief.
He was a god, he was good looking, he was a prince. He should be the one thriving without you, so he thought. But instead he was the one falling apart at the seams.
And good for you, I guess that you’ve been workin’ on yourself
I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped
Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl
He cried out again, anger filling his entire body with a hot rage.
Thor slammed the door open, rushing over to his brothers side. “Brother, what is the matter?” He asked, crouching down beside him.
Loki laughs humourlessly. “What is the matter? WHAT IS THE MATTER? The one person in this world who has ever chosen me over all else, who has ever loved me unconditionally has ran off into the sunset, probably with a mere mortal. And I am at fault for it. That, dear brother, is what is the matter.” He growls, a sad smile painting his lips.
“Y/n will return brother, at which point you may apologize for the problems between you two.” Thor assures him.
Loki scoffs, looking up at his brother with narrowed eyes. “Dare not speak her/his/their name brother.” He warns, his jaw stiff again.
Since your departure, the only person who’d said your name was Heimdall. Not even Loki himself could bring himself to say it, the pain still too raw.
Well good for you
You look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask
“It will happen Loki. Give it time.” Thor says again, ignoring his brothers threat as he rises to his feet, patting Loki on the shoulder sympathetically.
Loki doesn’t move, stays in his spot planted on your floor, surrounded by his memories while Thor leaves.
He pulls himself up, but only to let himself lay on your bed rather than looking so pathetic and powerless on the floor, feeling he at least deserved that much dignity.
“Dearest I miss you.” He murmurs to no one, staring up at the ceiling once again, this time not quite glaring. The intricate golden and silver designs on your ceiling were more delicate, softer than the ones in his own or in any other room in the palace really.
“Loki I don’t need my own room in the palace. I have yours! That’s plenty enough for me.” He could practically hear your voice, your hesitation at staying in the palace officially due to the royalty part of everything fresh in his mind as though it were only yesterday and not three or so years ago.
Now you were probably off living your dream Midgardian life, something that was completely beyond him in your eyes apparently. He could almost see you, walking around in the streets on Midgard, savouring everything you saw, smelt, tasted. From what Heimdall had said, you were perfectly content being so ordinary.
Good for you
You’re doing great out there without me, baby
God I wish that I could do that
He hated thinking of you, every moment he did was a moment he had to spend missing your presence. In yet another fit of rage, he threw a crystal vase at the door, the shattered pieces spreading across the floor.
He forced himself to his feet, making himself leave your room, abandoning the broken items as he simply walked around them, slamming the door behind him. He’d already disturbed the peace in the room just by being there, he knew, and to think otherwise would be foolish and stupid.
“Prince Loki, are you alright? I heard something break and it sounded as though it came from your room.” A young maid asked as she approached him, worry apparent on her face. Loki recognized the girl as one who had been crushing on him for years, one who often made you bubble with jealousy whenever she was around.
He smirked at the girl, a new idea popping into his head, one that would surely have hurt you as bad as your leave had hurt him.
“I am alright, I slipped and knocked down a vase, that is all.” He explained, trying to regain his usual charm and confidence.
The girl nodded, a small smile on her lips. “I’m so glad.” She says, batting her eyelashes his way in a manner he was sure she thought was attractive to him. He ignored it, focusing on his goal.
He grabbed the girl and pulled her into his room, shutting the door and pushing her up against it, wasting no time as he attacks her lips with his own. She lets out a gasp of surprise but immediately returns the gesture, kissing him hard. He holds her at the waist with one hand, going to cup her face with the other but opens his eyes for a mere moment and is suddenly seeing your face.
He blinks harshly, until it’s the girl standing in front of him again, watching him with a confused pout. Just as she’s about to speak, more than likely to ask if he’s alright again, he pulls the door open, shoving her out and closing it behind her, his eyes wide as he runs a hand through his hair, breathing heavy once again as he falls to the floor, his back against the door.
“Loki she was staring right at you! She’s practically in love with you! And I’m standing right there and she still makes googly eyes at you!” You had scoffed whenever the maid was around.
He so badly wanted to be able to laugh about your jealousy towards a girl who meant nothing to him compared to you, whose name he couldn’t even remember. He wanted to caress the side of your face, the pad of his thumb to your lips while he reassured you that he was all yours, no one else’s. But he couldn’t turn back time, this he knew.
“My love I’d give anything to get you back to me.” He chokes, starting to sob into his lap.
I’ve lost my mind
I’ve spent the night
Crying on the floor of my bathroom
He spends the whole night there, leaned against the door, getting nothing but an hour or so of sleep. The next day, he uses a simple spell to make himself appear fine, not able to bear the embarrassment of others seeing him breaking down like this.
He ignores any castle staff onlookers, going on in his stride straight back to the bifrost, following his newfound unhealthy routine.
“Prince Loki I must advise you as to how toxic this is becoming for you.” Heimdall warns him, letting out a sigh as Loki holds up a hand to silence him, watching expectantly for an answer to his unasked question.
“Y/n has been settling into her/his/their new life. She/he/they is starting a Midgardian job today.” Heimdall finally explains, giving up on his attempts to preserve Loki’s feelings.
“I see.” Loki hums to himself, the gears in his brain shifting.
“Was that all?” Heimdall asks, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Send me there.” Loki says suddenly, looking over at Heimdall for the first time in all of his many visits. Heimdall looks back in slight shock.
“What do you believe that will accomplish your highness?” He asks, trying to fight Loki on the matter respectfully.
“I need to see my love there, happy. I need to see it for myself.” Loki responds simply. Heimdall glances at him once more, nodding as he knows he’d never be able to talk him out of this idea. He tells him where exactly he’d be able to find you reluctantly.
Heimdall opens the gates wordlessly, sending Loki on the way down to earth. Loki arrives, dusting off his clothes as he uses another spell to make himself appear completely different from usual.
Though he’d only spent a brief period on Midgard, he knew his way around well enough that he could find the address Heimdall had given him fairly quickly, walking through the streets of New York to find it.
“Of course she/he/they would pick New York.” He thought to himself bitterly, winding past other tourists until he reached the building he was looking for. He was about to enter when something caught his eye in the window of a small coffee shop next door. He saw a flash of y/h/c, the exact shade he’d seen so many times and froze, staring on at the source.
And there you were, with men and women and people all around you, chatting, laughing, drinking with them. He saw the warm smile on your face and his heart melted knowing he wasn’t the source of it this time. He couldn’t hear what was being said through the window but he knew it was important from the sole fact that it was making you laugh. He felt tears starting in his eyes, a wave of hurt hitting him again and again inside, drowning him.
But you’re so unaffected,
I really don’t get it
But I guess good for you
He watched, unable to move from his spot, eyes glued to the familiarity of you. He wanted your warm embrace against his cold to the touch skin, your lips on his.
But he felt another wave, one of anger. You’d left that touch, that safety net, for this. For midgardians, mere mortals. How could they possibly offer you more than he could, he wondered.
He took a deep breath, stalking into the coffee shop and getting in line to order, wanting at least one thing to come out of this disaster of a thought to come to where you are.
“No no, my ex... he’s a good guy. We just weren’t really meant to be, I guess? It was... complicated.” He overheard you say, his eyes darting to you. He tries to turn his gaze away, realizing what he’s doing but you look up, your eyes meeting his. For a moment the both of you keep eye contact, Loki too scared to look away and you confused as to why this man you’d never seen has such a familiar stance to him.
You blink a few times, turning back to your group and continuing your chat, making Loki breath a small sigh of relief. He mutters his order to the poor barista, her swooning over him, even in his disguise. Once his order comes up, he storms out, not bothering to look back at you as you start talking about your new job, new apartment, your new life essentially. He frowns at the thought of you being in any place that would be unfamiliar to him, trying to think of how you might feel living without him.
Did you miss him as much as he missed you? Had your comment in the shop been a hint that you were miserable like he was? But he knew that neither of those would possibly be true. Your smile said it all; you were already moving on perfectly fine without him. It was as though you were almost trying to erase your history with him, from his perspective anyway.
Well good for you, I guess you’re getting everything you want
You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off
It’s like we never even happened, baby what the fuck is up with that?
Unable to bear the thoughts multiplying in his mind, Loki ducked into an ally, curling into himself against a wall, starting to cry again.
He groaned in frustration, his head in his hands. You were unraveling him, he wasn’t sure how and he didn’t like how it felt. He’d always been at least somewhat levelheaded but with you gone, his mind was always clouded, his thoughts were infected with you nonstop.
It was like a disease had overcome his entire body and he had no cure, no antibodies to fight it.
“What have I done?” He asks himself, sighing into his hands, staying in his position crouched on the ground for a quiet moment, seeking nothing but a bit of peace.
He’d only wanted to show you he truly loved you but instead he’d driven you away, into a new embrace.
He runs a hand over his jaw, willing himself up. If he couldn’t hear to see you, there was no purpose in him furthering his stay. He decided silently that the best option for him was going back and waiting for Heimdall to open the gates, to get him as far away from your soft features and glowing personality as possible before he did something he’d regret, like approaching you and outing himself as a stalker, not that he really cared anymore. You’d never see him the same as you once had, this much was clear.
Memories of the first I love you came to his mind suddenly.
“I love you Loki, and I know you love me too so stop acting so silly and just say it, please.” You had begged him. He had merely smirked and ran off, telling you you had to catch him to hear it back. You’d chased him around the gardens and the libraries and balconies of the entire palace until you’d caught up, out of breath as you’d grabbed his cloak and pulled him towards you and kept him rooted to his spot until he returned the words.
He’d been hesitant, merely to tease you but he’d said them back, said them multiple times while he had kissed you all over, overjoyed by the sense of protection and love he felt with you.
He shook his head with a bitter laugh to himself at the bittersweet memory, seeing as how things were for you now.
He trudged his way back to the gates opening, kicking a rock aggressively all the way there, trying to contain himself enough to not scream out in anger the way he had been doing in his room. But every time he managed to calm himself, your smiling face found it’s way into his brain, making him lose all feelings not involving anger.
He kept trying to remind himself that it had been your choice, that you’d left him without a goodbye or anything of the sort on purpose to make the wound sting more but it did nothing but make him feel agony for the hurt he’d put you through.
And good for you it’s like you never even met me
Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you
Well screw that and screw you, you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do
His rage was finally starting to blind him again as he marched to the gates, just how he liked it. The idea of you with another person was still what really set it off. Seeing you hurt but watching you thrive and move on was more, it was worse. It filled him with feelings he’d never thought he’d feel towards you in his life but he was and he didn’t feel as bad as he thought he would.
‘No one leaves a prince. Not unless they are absolutely crazy.’ He thought to himself smugly, waiting at the gates for Heimdall to open them. He gets pulled through, up to Asgard where he dusts off his smooth suit, relieved to finally be out of the disguise he’d chosen.
The smile on your face when he’d seen you with the Midgardians was glued to his brain, his focus flying all over the place at the memory. He couldn’t figure out quite what it was that was making him so agitated himself, knowing he missed you but suppressing the extent of it.
Asgard felt empty, superficial almost without you there to watch everything in such a natural awe that he’d so admired for so long. It was as though all the colours of the home he’d so cherished for so long were drained right down the gates when they’d opened and swallowed you whole.
He couldn’t bear that you’d managed to run off with not only his trust and dignity but his sanity along with it.
Pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind, Loki stormed back to his own room, avoiding yours at all costs as he forced his doors open, slamming them behind him and grabbing anything breakable in sight, tossing it at the balcony doors. If anyone had walked in they would’ve thought he’d truly lost his mind but to him, that much was at least somewhat true.
Maybe I’m too emotional
But your apathy’s like a wound in salt
Your deceit was controlling more of his life, his thoughts, his entire being than he’d ever care to admit. He was consumed with a need for you, a thirst to be near you again and everyone could see it was driving him to the edge of a cliff, the only possible person to pull him back up being the one pushing him to it in the first place. Still, he knew it was all his own doing. That was how he knew part of his latest insanity was due to the built up guilt from so long.
Even so, he was enraged. With you, with himself, with the world. It was a mix of everything.
He could almost feel the gentle touch of your hand to his shoulder when he was upset, your lips pressed sweetly to his temple in attempts to cool him off.
“You can’t hold pointless grudges all your life Loki. You can try but I’m not sure it would be any fun.” You’d teased, making him smile despite his sour mood.
He cried out, throwing another priceless item from his hand, crumbling to the ground yet again. The stress was eating away at him.
Maybe I’m too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all
Thor heard the crashes and smashing coming from his brothers room and went running, pushing open the door with all his strength, his mouth agape as he was met with the sight of his brother screaming in agony.
“Brother, talk to me.” He commands, trying to stop Loki from throwing anything more. Loki thrashes against his brother, sobbing while he yells out, fighting his brother with all his might.
“Loki stop fighting me and tell me what is wrong!” Thor commands and Loki falls to the ground on his knees, exhaustion hitting him like a brick.
“I am fine. Everything is fine.” He murmurs, smiling at his brother easily. Thor shakes his head, not accepting the answer this time.
“Tell me.” He says again and Loki sighs, a hollow laugh choking out of his lips. He removes the spell he’d used, revealing his true self, in pyjamas, his hair an extreme mess, his face sunken in and pale, more so than usual. His eyes were bloodshot beyond belief.
Thor audibly gasped at the sight of his brother covered in his own blood, the shards of the glass having cut into his hands and his feet several times. Loki sinks in against the edge of the bed, looking up at his brother tiredly.
“There. Now you have seen the true me.” He mutters, not saying anything else as his mouth sets in a line.
Well good for you,
You look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask
“Loki... I had no idea it was this bad brother.” Thor said quietly, sitting down awkwardly next to his brother on the floor. Loki quickly pushed away, not wanting to face anyone’s pity for even a moment.
“Leave me be brother, I keep this disgustingly weak display hidden for a reason.” Loki growled, avoiding his brothers eyes, staring at the broken glass laying at his feet.
Thor stands, not wanting to ignore Loki’s wishes and leaves him with his thoughts, his brows still furrowed in worry as he shuts the already busted door behind him gently.
Loki runs both of his hands through his mess of hair, squeezing as though to rid himself of the memories locked in place, taunting him on an endless loop.
“You can never get her/him/them back. Never ever.” They seemed to whisper in his mind, the sound of silence in the room only amplifying their nonexistent voices.
He smacked his head harshly, trying to push them out, trying to get back to the quiet while tears rolled down his cheeks, wondering once again why he had ever done anything so cruel to you as he had.
“I am so very sorry my darling.” He whispered into the emptiness softly, hugging his knees to his chest.
Never once had he ever felt so broken down or lonely in his existence, never once had he ever felt so much remorse mixed with anger as he did right then, knowing it was too late to even apologize in the first place. A part of him wondered if you felt anything regarding him at all anymore. A deeper part of him wondered how long it would be til you purposely forgot him entirely, all emotions about him disregarded just like that. And he knew if you did he had to live with the fact that he deserved every moment of it.
Good for you
You’re doing great out there without me, baby
Like a damn sociopath
Ignoring the blood drying on his hands and his feet, Loki went into the bathroom and splashed ice cold water onto his face, trying to get a more level head out of it. While the shiver it gave him did wake him up a bit, his mind was just as clouded, just as distracted.
He groaned, slamming his fists down on the edge of the sink, nearly cracking it with the strength used. Suddenly his room felt too solitary and confining. He put on his facade again, cloaking any form of injury or sadness with his powers. He walked into the gardens, nowhere else to stay away from others while not feeling claustrophobic, though sending him back in time for a mere moment.
“You know Loki, you ought to spend more time out here. These plants are so pretty. And the flowers all smell so good. How could you not just run away from everything in the world and hide out here from it?” You asked. He had chuckled, pulling you along the path and deeper through the enchanting maze of greenery until you had reached the bench.
“My mother took me here as a child. She said it was our place, for our escapes from reality. She told me to only show it to those I truly trusted or were truly enchanted with. You are both of those things to me y/n.” He had told you as he held you in his embrace, carefully picking a flower and handing it off to you, the first gift he’d ever given you.
He smiled slightly at the memory, thinking how ironic and poetic that he was now doing exactly as you had suggested that day and running from his responsibilities. He missed the way even the most mundane of things had been so easy for you to enjoy.
He laid in the grass, ignoring the stinging in his feet and the twinges of pain in his palms from his cuts, taking comfort in the memories he had. Those, he was thankful you couldn’t have taken with you. He felt pathetic. He felt weak and vulnerable and all the things he’d never wanted to feel in his life. And even worse, it was because of the one person he thought he could always count on to protect him from those terrible feelings.
He hummed absentmindedly to himself, feeling much more calm with the fresh air and sounds of nature rather than complete silence. He still didn’t feel quite like himself but he was unsure if he ever would again anyway. At least now he felt somewhat in control of his own mind.
I’ve lost my mind
I’ve spent the night
Crying on the floor of my bathroom
As he watched the sky, Loki thought of you, every mark, scar, line, feature of yours, drawing out your face in his mind, the most memorable moments with you playing like a film sequence. His smile fell a little as this day, his impromptu visit from earlier came to his mind.
Whether he was truly angry at you for leaving wasn’t the question anymore. Not really. The question had more so become whether you’d really loved him at all or if he had fooled himself into believing you did.
He silently decided on the latter, knowing you had too big a heart to ever put anyone through that level of hurt.
Still, he seethed with jealousy thinking of the boy who had been sitting the closest to you in the little coffee shop, the way he had looked at you the same way Loki always had. And it hadn’t seemed to him like you’d been too eager to pull away either, which only made it sting worse.
He closed his eyes in a small show of defeat to no one, knowing you were better off without him around to flip the world upside down for you. Deep, deep down he knew you needed a stability he wasn’t ready to provide yet, though he would never ever admit that to anyone, much less himself.
No, instead he missed holding what was his in his arms, making you feel safe and comfortable like he had for so many years. Anyone’s hands on you other than his made him feel a blind rage even on his best day and right then it was the worst day he’d ever faced, making the anger spread like wildfire through him.
The image stood at a standstill in his brain and he convinced himself that one way or another, he had to get you back to him.
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it
But I guess good for you
Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
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Lil' Kim Answers Fans Questions at TeenHollywood (May 19, 2003)
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Lil' Kim: Hi everybody, thanks for tuning in!
esjbmj_4ever asks: How did you get started as a singer? Lil' Kim: Notorious BIG, he basically put me on.. introduced me to the industry.
jennsdabest asks: Is it hard to be a woman and be successful in the music business? Lil' Kim: Yes it is.
Jamaul asks: Hi Kim how did the collaboration with you and Beyonce' come about Lil' Kim: She called me one day after The Jump Off came out and she said how much she loved my album!
JJDULCE asks: Wazzup Lil'Kim!!! I'm being a fan of u since Players' Anthem" came out and was wondering how did it felt being d only lady in Junior Mafia? And did it change u in anyway? Lil' Kim: First of all, thank you for being such a big fan for years. Second of all, it always feels good when you're the only girl around because you get spoiled. But sometimes I wouldn't mind having another woman around to keep me company. But as the years go on, I realized that sometimes you need to be on your own and experience things on your own.
esjbmj_4ever asks: Which is the best way for me to go about fulfilling my dreams to become a singer/ Lil' Kim: The only thing that I can do is to say, keep going, don't stop, don't give up!
LilRedd1982 asks: are u workin on a new album now? Lil' Kim: Yeah, I will start working on another album but I only have one single out off the first album.
sxydev asks: how long have you been singing Lil' Kim: Maybe ten years
Popstaryas3 asks: hi lil kim! i just wanted to ask you did you like working with mya,pink,and christina and missy elliot when you did the video? would you work with them again? Lil' Kim: Yes I would work with them again. Working with them was the best!
moni6957 asks: hey what up lil' kim? i just wanted to know what you would want to be right now if you werent famous? Lil' Kim: Maybe a designer or a psychiatrist or an architect
JusDatShawty asks: How do you find people to sign on your record label! Lil' Kim: A lot of times they are just through friends, but some people come by and send their demo and sing for us.
moni6957 asks: do you come up with your own lyrics for your songs? Lil' Kim: Yes I do, I write everything.
D69 asks: Are you planning on staying with Atlantic Records after everything for La Bella Mafia is complete? Lil' Kim: Who knows, I guess!
esjbmj_4ever asks: Why do you call you call yourself Queen Bee? Lil' Kim: The Notorious B.I.G. gave me that name and thats because I am the queen!
JusDatShawty asks: What do you look for in a friend? Lil' Kim: Honesty, trust, sincerity and loyalty.
pete4ya asks: What's something that you haven't done that you want to do? Lil' Kim: I've done a lot of things that I've always wanted to do! I've never been to Africa, I want to go to Africa.
JusDatShawty asks: How do you come up with such hot lyrics for your songs?cuz i know you write ya own stuff! Lil' Kim: ... and I want to go to Russia. I think I'm just blessed with the talent to do so. I'm inspired by where I grew up, and being around Notorious BIG and his influence on me.
jennsdabest asks: i love your style. who makes the decisions on what you wear to award shows etc? Lil' Kim: Oh I do! I make the final decision. I work with a stylist and they pick out certain things and I go through them. Sometimes I bring my own things. I mix and match some of the things that the stylist may have with some of the things that I have, and we come up with a concept. Or sometimes I just style it, I basically use my ideas.
pete4ya asks: What/who are you listening to now? Lil' Kim: I listen to 50 Cent, Eminem, Nickleback, Alien Ant Farm. I listen to a lot of people.
br732 asks: Whats up with you and Mary J. Blige, are ya'll still best friends? Lil' Kim: Yeah, I like to think that we're still cool.
D69 asks: On the song "Hold It Now" you say: "Might give a little head to...." and it cuts off, was that intentional or was something blanked out? Lil' Kim: You can fill in the blank
pete4ya asks: What's your favorite thing to eat? Lil' Kim: I like fish and chicken. and salad.
br732 asks: You are my favorite rapper of all time, who inspires you ? Lil' Kim: I like rice, and crab, but I'm allergic to seafood so I can't each too much of that. I'm not supposed to eat it at all but I love it because it tastes so good. Basically, Notorious B.I.G.. There are rappers from back in the day who inspire me, Salt N Pepa, there are a bunch of people.
JusDatShawty asks: How do you feel when fans run up to you in the street? Lil' Kim: It is overwhelming. It makes me feel good though.
NoelMiami asks: Hey Kim, It's Noel from Miami and the Queen Latifah show with you...I just want to say I am very proud of Labella Mafia and you seem to be real happy with your life right now and I love that cause' you deserve it all...Are there anymore upcoming tv shows or magazine covers or movies or collabs we should be on the look out for? Lil' Kim: Yeah you should be on the lookout for a video with Christina Aguilera that is coming out. And I have a movie coming out called Guns and Roses and it stars myself. I also have an animated film coming out.
Baby_ZeeZee asks: what is ur favorite song on La Belle Mafia Lil' Kim: I don't have a favorite, they are all my favorite songs. I can't really pick...
micke asks: I saw you on E live the other day and i was wondering if your hollyhood line is aimed and women only???? Lil' Kim: Oh no, there will be clothes for men.
Popstaryas3 asks: DO YOU LIKE MICHEAL JACKSON? AND IF HE EVER ASKED YOU IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO DO A CONCERT OR A SHOW WOULD YOU DO IT? Lil' Kim: I'm still a fan of Michael Jackson! I love Michael Jackson, I don't care what anyone says.
pete4ya asks: What do you hate the most about the music industry? Lil' Kim: The phoniness.
D69 asks: Have you ever consider putting together an unreleased/remixes/b-side album? Maybe featuring the cut tracks from NK and/or LBM? Lil' Kim: Thank you for the idea. I hadn't considered that but it is a good idea. We're working on a lot of compilations but I'll keep you in mind when I do it!
QueenBee909090 asks: your album la bella mafia was hot an i really like the radio skits what gave you the idea to do the radio instead of something eles? Lil' Kim: It was an idea that I had from the last album that I just didn't have a chance to do then. Thank you!
ohgyrl03 asks: Are you going to do a song with Trina? Lil' Kim: Probably.
micke asks: when you are relaxing and home what do you like to do? Lil' Kim: Play Tennis. Just chill in the house with my friends.
bombestlck asks: did the advocates and the other artists write their own material on 'the beehive'? Lil' Kim: Yes they did.
TheXaltedOne asks: have you decided on a third single yet for LBM? Or have any rough thoughts? Lil' Kim: Everyone writes their own stuff around here! Its probably going to be "This Is Who I Am", "Thug Love" or "Can You Hear Me Now?"
babydollx55 asks: what was it like working wit 50 cent Lil' Kim: It was great, we had a great chemistry.
gapfashionprep asks: What is ur biggest advice to performers in general when they are performing? Lil' Kim: Just have fun! I always have fun.
AlexDisney asks: Is it true your working on a movie? Lil' Kim: The movie comes out this summer, I don't know the exact date. It is a female version of Young Guns, if you've ever seen it.
pete4ya asks: Who do you want to work with that you haven't worked with yet? Lil' Kim: Eminem, Nelly, maybe Alicia Keys, Michael Jackson
edforema asks: How long does it usually take you to write an album? Lil' Kim: It depends. On this album I took time off to do a movie. It could take six months, it could take three months. I'm a busy girl so you never know what might pop up.
Bigmo asks: How does it fill to be the best female raper there is. Lil' Kim: First I would like to say, thank you so much for giving me that title. It feels great. It is a lot of hard work though.
GUnitLady asks: Hey gurl....Thiz da 1 & only unforgettable Jackie.....I was wondering if you feel as if you have to keep up w/ a certain image just to be portraying sumthang...?! Lil' Kim: I mean, yeah. I don't like to let my fans down so I always have to give them Lil' Kim!
i_dont_wear_panties asks: what kinda jobs did you have before making it big Lil' Kim: I worked in Bloomingdales department store, I worked at H&R; Block and I also was a bank teller.
sassy81590 asks: Lil' Kim, do you think that once you became famous it became harder to just hang out with your friends? Lil' Kim: Yes.
mightylame asks: What was your fav part of doing "She's all that"...by the way you kicked some ass in the movie! Lil' Kim: All the house scenes because they were funny.
AlexDisney asks: Whats your dream? Lil' Kim: To be a billionaire!
ILIKETHEBEST asks: kim what makes u the best? Lil' Kim: I don't know. It is something that I'm born with I guess. My originality!
babydollx55 asks: did people discourage you because your a girl Lil' Kim: No, but now that I'm in the industry it gets discouraging. But, I never give up./
MISSLABELLAMAFIA19 asks: WHAT MADE YOU TITLE YOUR ALBUM "LA BELLA MAFIA"? Lil' Kim: I watched a movie called La Bella Mafia and I could identify and relate to everything that was happening in the movie.
micke asks: did you find it hard in any way to start queen bee entertainment. if so in what ways? Lil' Kim: It wasn't hard to start it but it was hard to get it off the ground.
DarkBlue1988 asks: What's the most recent movie you've seen? Lil' Kim: I saw "Road to Perdition" and "From Hell" and they were both my favorite movies of the year.
CHANELPocketbook asks: kim alot of people feel as though your music is not as lyrical as you were when you first came out, how do you feel about that
micke asks: How do you feel on piracy Lil' Kim: I think that the Internet is kindof good and bad. You can do so many illegal things and you can do so many good things. For instance, I'm able to talk to you guys and that is a good thing but I don't like the fact that people can download artists music for free, it isn't a good thing.
Sexyhawaiianboy asks: How do you deal with all the negativity you get Lil' Kim: I don't deal with the negativity, I don't pay any attention.
queenbee4eva asks: Where do you see yourself in 2009? Lil' Kim: I see myself even more successful than I am now. I really don't know the things that I'm going to be into. I'll probably be more on the big screen. You'll probably see me more! Thank you for supporting La Bella Mafia, it is in stores now. Thank you so much and I look forward to seeing you all in concert in July!
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auncyen · 3 years
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Ok ok so I'd been idly thinking about updating "Chats with Joker in Mementos" for Royal for a while, except as far as I know there aren't any transcriptions for the Royal Mementos chats like there is for Vanilla...
So...after some questionable use of my time, I now have a list of a good chunk of the starters in Royal. Only starters, not responses, since the point of the fic is having Joker be the one to respond, and I didn't transcribe ones I didn't think would be interesting for him to respond to, but still, if anyone does ever look to do a complete transcription, this might be helpful as a start? Or just interesting if you want to see what some characters talk about. Spoilers for third semester below cut.
Ryuji: Man, we really bust our asses to get stronger in here. I wish it meant we got stronger in the real world too.
Ryuji: Man, I had this horrible dream last night… Can’t remember a thing about it, though.
Ryuji: Ya know what? I guess Mona does have a mask, technically.
Ryuji: Yo, the way he jumps behind Shadows is so sick!
Ryuji: Yo, is it just me, or is fallin’ asleep getting tougher every night? At this point, I’m outta ideas of what to do.
Ryuji: Kinda fiendin’ for some ramen right about now… Maybe I’ll hit up Ogikubo when we get back.
RyujI: So lately, I’ve been tryin’ to work some training into my nightly routine before bed.
Ryuji: Hey, is it just me, or is Morgana’s sword basically the same size as Joker’s knife?
Ryuji: My mom made gyudon last night! My fave! Now I’ve got, like, fifty times more energy than usual!
Ryuji: This phantom thief stuff feels real as hell whenever he’s flyin’ around with that grappling hook.
Ryuji: Dude, that grappling hook is awesome! He looks like a freakin’ superhero with that thing!
Ryuji: Aww man, I just can’t get enough of those Akihabara maids…
Ryuji: Aren’t knives kinda hard to use ‘cause of their shortness? I definitely prefer my own shit.
Ryuji: I always thought darts looked easy—just aim for the board, y’know? But, it’s waaay harder than that.
Ryuji: Every try the monja in Tsukishima? That stuff is LEGIT.
Ryuji: Yo, does this outfit really make me look like I’m part of some biker gang?
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Morgana: Listen, it’s not that I look like a cat. Cats just happen to look like me.
Morgana: I repeat: I am not a cat. To prove it, I took an actual bath yesterday.
Morgana: So, cats love to chase mice, right? I don’t get it—where’s the fun in that?
Morgana: I’m always so entranced by Panther’s whip technique!
Morgana: Panther, we have matching tails!
Morgana: You know, I’ve never actually been in a car before. Is it anything like I am now?
Morgana: I definitely made the right decision giving him the code name “Joker.”
Morgana: I’m willing to bet Joker’s skilled enough to use throwing knives.
Morgana: Anime, books, movies… Phantom thieves sure are popular.
Morgana: Last night I dreamt that Phantom Thieves were kicking some serious butt—let’s bring that dream to life!
Morgana: I can teach you everything you need to know about being a phantom thief. Relax—you’re in good hands!
Morgana: *yawn* I didn’t get enough sleep…
Morgana: I couldn’t fall asleep at all last night. I just laid there with my eyes open…
Morgana: I like Yongen-Jaya; it’s a great place for a stroll.
Morgana: Is Shujin Academy the only thing in Aoyama?
Morgana: I was vegetating in front of the TV last night, and I have to say, there are some pretty decent shows on now.
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Ann: The bakery had a sale yesterday and I ended up buying everything they had!
Ann: The Ferris wheel is a must for me at theme parks, every time. I love being able to just relax.
Ann: I have an upcoming shoot at a theme park, but what sucks is how I can’t go on any of the rides.
Ann: Last night I dreamt I was eating a chocolate bar, then all of a sudden, it got mad and started chasing me!
Ann: Every once in a while I have a dream where I get chased by a Shadow…
Ann: I’ve been sleeping really well since I started getting all this exercise.
Ann: I was up late watching TV last night, so I might be a little sleep deprived…
Ann: I tend to do my clothes shopping in Kichijoji—it’s fun looking through all the resale shops.
Ann: I hate when people ask me to say stuff in English just ‘cause I lived overseas.
Ann: It always bothers me when foreign movie subtitles leave stuff out or take too many liberties.
Ann: I was talking to my overseas friend the other day—her straightforward attitude was really refreshing!
Ann: I was talking to Shiho on the phone and before I knew it, three whole hours had passed!
Ann: Joker seems like he’d make a good cook, doesn’t he? I mean, he’s great with his knife and all…
Ann: It’s actually quite exhilarating to attack with a whip. I wonder why that is…
Ann: Whenever my foreign relatives come to Japan, they always rave about how much they love Japanese food!
Ann: Do you think there’s anything I can do about my outfit? I feel like I stand out too much in this…
Ann: Is there a difference between a whip and a grappling hook?
Ann: Ya know, Skull’s always been into skull designs and stuff.
Ann: Wouldn’t a grappling hook be awfully handy in the real world?
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Yusuke: I wish to paint the world as only I see it. The best way to succeed at this is through practice.
Yusuke: It’s fun to walk around and inspect different temples and shrines. The architecture is always impressive.
Yusuke: If Shadows are sentient, do you think their being moved by a painting would invoke a change of heart?
Yusuke: There have been times where I was compelled to create three-dimensional art.
Yusuke: I’m quite curious about Mona’s Western-style sword…
Yusuke: I hear whips are quite difficult to use. Where did you learn how to wield one?
Yusuke: Joker using a grappling hook…. That would make for a picture-perfect composition.
Yusuke: Mona, what exactly do you have in those pouches?
Yusuke: Creating a piece of art is pointless unless I can convey the full essence of the subject.
Yusuke: Art museums stimulate my creativity like no other place—I wish I could live inside one.
Yusuke: Skull and I both use long melee weapons, but they’re total opposites of one another.
Yusuke: Why does my outfit have a tail? I don’t understand…
Yusuke: I considered growing my own bean sprouts, but it seems to be more expensive than buying them grown.
Yusuke: I once had a dream that I washed up on a deserted island. I painted as much as I pleased… So wonderful.
Yusuke: I may specialize in Japanese-style painting, but I’d like to learn some Western techniques as well.
Yusuke: That grappling hook is very useful. I should find a way to utilize one in my daily life.
Yusuke: The other day, I went into the mountains to gather vegetables so I could cut back on food expenses.
Yusuke: I tried to paint a landscape of the starry sky once, but it’s quite difficult to do so from within the city.
Yusuke: India ink isn’t my specialty, but I’ve been experimenting with it in some recent work, just for fun.
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Makoto: I may have stopped being a doormat for adults, but people are still calling me a “teacher’s pet.”
Makoto: A phantom thief’s body is their most vital asset. We need to make sure we eat balanced, nutritious meals.
Makoto: Do you enjoy visiting theme parks? I’ve rarely been to one myself.
Makoto: Fox looks cooler using his katana than I had originally imagined.
Makoto: I had the weirdest dream… I was at school, but I was wearing my phantom thief outfit.
Makoto: Would anyone care to learn how to drive, while we’re here? This place seems as good as any for practice.
Makoto: I know it’s not very healthy, but I do enjoy eating ramen from time to time.
Makoto: Once I’ve graduated, I’m going to buy a motorcycle and go on a road trip.
Makoto: I’ve been working on my grades because I still want to attend college, despite being a phantom thief.
Makoto: I want to read a certain book, but it’s out of print. Where do you suppose I could find a copy?
Makoto: Maybe I’m just burned out, but waking up has grown awfully difficult lately.
Makoto: The grappling hook’s cable seems pretty strong, but it’s scary to think what could happen if it snapped.
Makoto: Once my sister brought home some sushi for me. It was indescribably good…
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Futaba: I heard rhythm’s an important part of fighting, sooo… I started playing a rhythm game!
Futaba: There’s going to be an event tonight in the MMO I play. I can’t wait!
Futaba: This MMO I’m hooked on is really cool. Do you wanna play with me? Oh—it’s in English, though.
Futaba: I’m about to beat the game I’ve been playing. Wonder what I should play next?
Futaba: I’ve been going outside a lot more, so now I’m sleeping way better than I did when I was a shut-in.
Futaba: Guess what? I’m making a game called “Hungry Hungry Mona”!
Futaba: You know who’s a really good driver, is Sojiro. He can parallel park with his eyes closed!
Futaba: If you could shoot grappling hooks from your hands, you’d probably be able to get around just using those!
Futaba: Ya know, I’ve thought about workin’ out and fighting alongside you guys.
Futaba: You guys should try playing shooters! It could help you improve your gun skills.
Futaba: Last night I had a dream my hard drive failed… That was scary.
Futaba: Wouldn’t it be cool if you could mod the grappling hook so it was electrified?
Futaba: Sure, the internet’s convenient, but it’s not like it can do everything. Don’t overestimate its capabilities.
Futaba: I wonder if I’d be okay going to some place by myself if it wasn’t crowded. Inokashira Park seems nice.
Futaba: Yesterday Sojiro bought me my favorite instant yakisoba!
Futaba: Maybe I should get a gun too, just for self-defense… Nah, my hands need to be empty.
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Haru: I found this cafe in Kichioji with phenomenal tea—would you care to try it sometime?
Haru: I ordered kusaya but they refused to make it—they said they couldn’t get the smell out of the kitchen.
Haru: I feel like I need to learn more about the world, but I’m not sure how to best go about it.
Haru: Recently, I’ve been finding rare delicacies rather enticing…
Haru: Even lately, I sometimes dream about doing phantom thief things with Mona.
Haru: If you’re having trouble getting yourself to relax, I recommend herbal tea.
Haru: Asakusa is a wonderful area—I love how it’s this blend of the old and the new.
Haru: Ever since I started high school I’ve been taking the train in the morning, but I’m still not used to it…
Haru: Queen, your mask looks like it’s made of iron. Doesn’t it get heavy?
Haru: Joker’s so acrobatic! He’s really got the hang of that grappling hook.
Haru: I don’t think I’ve gotten this much exercise since I was in ballet.
Haru: Let me know if you ever get a tear in your clothing—I’m good at sewing, so I could most likely fix it.
Haru: I dreamt that the vegetables I’d been growing all died… I was so sad.
Haru: Your weapon seems fun, Skull. Do you want to swap sometime?
Haru: Sometimes it’s impossible for me to fall asleep on days that we’ve been to Palaces, no matter how tired I am.
Haru: You know, before this, I’d never considered using an axe for anything other than chopping firewood…
Haru: My hands have gotten all calloused… I supposed it comes with the territory in gardening.
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Akechi: I have no intention of changing my stance on matters, no matter what anyone may say.
Akechi: Pancakes... I don’t want to hear that word again for a long, long time.
Akechi: We don’t have much time left. Please do what you can to avoid getting sick.
Akechi: The enemies are stronger than ever. Don’t let your guard down.
Akechi: A world that panders to your every whim is so mundane. Where’s the thrill if there’s no competition?
Akechi: Do you prefer my previous outfit or this one? Moving around’s become much easier for me.
Akechi: This place is immense. If there weren’t train tracks everywhere, I’d bring my bike here.
Akechi: We’re working under the constraints of a time limit, so I’d appreciate it if you could be more efficient.
Akechi: If you’re looking for a way to train both your mind and your body, I highly recommend bouldering.
Akechi: You think I’m frightening when I fight? Well, I’m afraid you’re just going to have to accept it.
Akechi: I meant to tell you, regarding Shido… Thank you for keeping your promise.
Akechi: You may not like working with me, but I’m counting on your assistance until our goal is achieved.
Akechi: When we’re riding in the car like this, it’s easy to forget that we’re actually inside Mona.
Akechi: The Shadows here behave differently from the ones in the Palaces, don’t they?
Akechi: I’m getting a bit hungry. I should’ve eaten beforehand.
Akechi: I enjoy spending time in Kichijoji. It’s not very big, but there are plenty of trendy shops.
Akechi: Riding in the car may beat walking, but it doesn’t stop my legs from growing stiff and sore…
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Sumire: I have a few different superstitions for good luck in my routines… They get sort of hard to drop.
Sumire: It was already hard for me to believe Palaces existed, but to think there’s such a massive one under Shibuya…
Sumire: It’s a bit cramped in here with this many people…
Sumire: I get stiff all over from just sitting in the car.
Sumire: Why is the one desert you get to eat during the week so delicious?
Sumire: A phantom thief outfit represents a person’s image of their rebellion, right?
Sumire: I wonder if I should try incorporating another sport into my gymnastics training.
Sumire: I wonder what I could use as inspiration for my performances…
Sumire: Swords are actually pretty hard to wield.
Sumire: Whenever I travel, I always end up buying some sort of good luck charm.
Sumire: Your outfits are all so unique. I can see coordinating them wasn’t a priority.
Sumire: This time of year, a heating pad’s an absolute must for keeping warm.
Sumire: Sometimes people will just walk up to me and ask me to show them a standing split.
Sumire: I’m in top shape today! Let’s keep going.
Sumire: Do you all stretch beforehand? You could pull a muscle if you don’t.
Sumire: It’s too bad gymnastics competitions aren’t on TV more often.
Sumire: Fighting makes for a pretty good workout, doesn’t it?
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while I didn't transcribe responses, I did notice something a bit disappointing: neither Sumire nor Akechi seemed to have responses for anyone else. It's possible I missed one?? But not being able to remember any, they must not have many if they do have some. A bit odd.
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heyitsbugette · 4 years
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Heart and soul
Not even everything in training that Damian Wayne was subjected to in the league of assassins nor the eccentricity of living as the only biological son of Bruce Wayne have prepared him for his greatest threat.
Luka Couffaine.
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Anyone with eyes could see that there was a certain attraction on behalf of the heir for the sweet daughter of the best bakers in Paris, who with her kindness and charms she captivated the cold heart of the Prince of Gotham. And more than once Jason Todd joked with Tom Dupain about how it made a lot of sense for such a sweet girl to come straight out of a bakery, occasionally amusingly saying that the Dupain-Cheng kitchen was magical.
It was really confusing when the Robin was puzzled and stressed by feel tamed in the presence of his angel and surprisingly with the famous heroine Ladybug as well. Of course, he was teased until it all made sense to them, when together they find out the identity of the spotted heroine by Raven's deductions, his closest friend and ex-girlfriend. 
Raven, annoyed by the cowardice of her best friend, motivated him to go after his beloved right away. The youngest of the Wayne clan then did not know whether to feel grateful or offended when in the end he decided to heed the advice of the young woman of serious features.
His angel through his eyes became more and more perfect after the revelation, she knew how to fight and he did not need it to defend herself, Damian Wayne undoubtedly loved strong women. Such was their surprise when The Jagged Stone invited them by Marinette suggestion to reveal his pupil to them, the very one musician who he secretly hid under his wing for an entire year to prepare him to his debut, a boy with the ferocity of a pirate and the intelligence of a predator to words of the number one rocker in lists.
— Luka is somewhat shy at first, but when my little starlight introduced us I knew that the boy was born to succeed... Come on, dude! I mean-... Bruce, I guarantee that our collaboration between Wayne Enterprises, Rolling Stone Company and MDC will be legendary.
— I trust you, Jagged.
The fierceness in the artist's words could be seen for miles, convincing everyone with his confidence, and if the boy turns out to be as talented as they claimed, the launch of Anarka's son could generate a few million if his strategy worked. Bruce, by the way, looked amused despite the fact that his facial expression did not help at all to demonstrate it, always with his expressionless face and a curious gaze direct to his new partner.
But he could not speak in the same way for his children and how they were inusually calm, the ones who had always admired the singer were nervous with his presence, to the point that they were strangely silent behind him as they followed them, which was suspicious for the family's patriarch, they were not so well-mannered, but always noisy.
Damian, on the other hand, although he found Jagged's company pleasant, he had little mind in the older man's new human toy, he did not have time to be interested in another spoiled child with ambitions of glory and fame, because he only agreed to accompany his family for two reasons.
First and foremost, Marinette would be there. Second, he wanted to visit Fang, he had a great appreciation for the playful crocodile.
— Hey B! So will we finally meet the star boy they all were talking about so much?
— Indeed, Jason. Marinette arranged everything with Miss Rolling and they agreed on a small presentation to close the deal.
— Oh, cool.
The youngest of the clan hid his smile at the mere mention of his muse, heading to the recording studio where they took a seat next to some investors while Luka Couffaine was in front in his maximum glory on the stage, being assisted by a small French-Chinese girl who arranged his clothes meticulously between whispers that were dedicated, they seemed close. They laughed together as they whispered, as if they shared a local joke that only the two of them could understand, but it was when she blushed that the frown of Bruce Wayne's son became more noticeable.
No one with eyes could deny the obvious, Jagged's protegé was conventionally handsome; his seductive blue eyes that saw through his lens, a winning and playful smile. Although the boy was tall and slender, it was obvious that he was not a weakling at all, he had the figure in slim-fit, quite strange cause Couffaine had not exactly the kind of the lifestyle of an athlete.
Along with it, dark hair dyed in turquoise tips and aesthetic piercings adorning his ears up to the side of the helix. The guy in question have quite the look, dressed to impress in a grunge outfit designed precisely by MDC especially for him, he had a style that Jason Todd would say "You got it, brother!".
— Marinette, honey, stop. I think Luka looks handsome already.
— Oh, Miss Penny. He doesn't even need my help for that.
After so tender flirting, the aforementioned blushed noticeably in the same red shade that the heir saw in his furious vision. Did his angel flirt with another boy? But, It's not like he could demand explanations from her and he knew it, they weren't a couple or anything remotely similar. Yes, they were close and they spent a lot of time together, but if he saw it objectively she was not his.
Without option he was able to recover his composure ignoring the mocking smile that his older brothers gave him, he looked uncomfortable. But surely Marinette just wanted to be nice and give her friend a compliment to brighten his day only, that's the kind of person she was.
— Come on, Luka!
His mentor indicated as he launched himself into his couch while Penny sat next to him taking his hand. Both saw themselves as a pair of proud parents attentive to each movement that the guitarist made to prepare, the latter meanwhile looking out of the corner of his eye attentive to the little French girl with tender freckles inadvertently present, since of course she was his motivation .
His actions were unnoticed by everyone except for a certain green eyed boy who still did not trust the musician. He knew his kind, womanizers who went from girl to girl breaking hearts left and right, of course he only wanted to protect his angel from a guy who didn't even deserve to breathe her own air.
The punk man was... Like his father, sure. Or so he wanted to believe.
Oh! Yeah, Alright… Mmmm.
Gather 'round guys
It's time to start listening
Practice makes perfect
But perfect's not workin'
There's a lot more to music
That knowing where your cue's gonna be.
Okay, okay. The guy knows how to sing without the need for auto-tune, he gives it to him. But he wouldn't admit it, flattering the enemy is something that would never be available; he would not dedicate him the mere weakness of raising his ego.
Marinette deserves the best, which is indisputable to the dark-haired teen, and such was his victory when his angel realized the same thing when she moved on off the spinleless coward who was Adrien Agreste. Luckily Luka Couffaine would not last a day.
You can play all the right notes
But that don't mean you're movin' me
But if you can jump like David Lee Roth
Or pump your fist like you're Bruce "The Boss"
Bruce was perplexed at his mention, watching amused as the teenager endorsed the stage listeing with pleasure the laughter of the iconic artist who was stroking the crocodile that was rubbing on his legs. Marinette held back so as not to shout in support of Luka with the same passion with which he cheered her up when she triumphed, a star-shaped sparkle in her eyes was present with no intention of leaving.
If you got a heart and soul
You can rock and roll                        
Rock and roll
The American tried to no be disappointed when he noticed that she was not even aware of his presence, but would not allow anyone else to know it, he would be weak to allow the rookie musical to affect him because of how well he grabed the attention of his beloved heroine.
He wouldn't give his annoying siblings the pleasure of driving him out of his box, although Dick was close enough to get him by keep looking at him with pity. No, he don't need anyone's pity.
Strum it
Drum it
Slide across and run it
The stage is your home
If you learn how to own it
Like the greats did
There's no way that you can fake it
Just when he thought the half asian girl would continue to ignore him during the entire performance, he didn't count on her swapping seats with the pesky Drake to position herself next to him. Being impossible for the vigilante not to melt before her happy smile and with her gaze outlining that perfect silhouette that he would be fascinated to paint, he would not deny that she was his art, his source of inspiration.
— I'm so happy for Luka, Dami. You have no idea how hard he has worked.
— He's a lucky guy... I suppose.
She took his hand, pressing it a little against hers as she tried to suppress the emotion of seeing Luka start his career, how shes sitll as always emotional and enthusiastic when someone she loved achieve them goals, crying with them with joy when them dreams came true.
Such was the youngest of the Dupain-Cheng family, Damian experienced it first hand with each accomplishment that he got culminated. His angel always received him with some well made dessert and words of encouragement to encourage him to continue working hard.
That's the type of person she is.
You've got to feel the beat before you can move
Even though you're not wearing blue suede shoes
Makin' mistakes, but that won't matter
If you can swagger like old' pal Jagged
If you got a heart and soul
You can rock and roll
You can rock and roll
If you live and you die
For the music inside
If the one for five never gets sold
Then you can rock and roll
Rock and roll
Luka playfully looked at his idol when he made reference to him in his lyrics, and this one who just left his seat at once to raise his hands in celebration, exclaiming proudly pointed out with determination, as he pull out a Bruce Wayne before the amused gaze of the brothers. He then gave way to a guitar solo finally performed with great technique, heating up the meeting in which investors fully convinced to invest in the musical prodigy.
— That's my kid, you lil shits!
Instead, unsurprisingly, the only one unimpressed was the legitimate heir to Wayne Enterprises. He rolled his eyes thinking that the oldest was a stocking sucker, a mere flattering of cute words and empty feelings.
Someone like that couldn't make his ladybug happy.
However, seeing her so delighted now releasing her hand to take herself putting bot hands in her own cheeks by giving them little taps to lower her blush was the final blow for him to declare his total displeasure to the amateur musician. Wayne hated that feeling of bitterness, so he huffed angrily.
Alright, now take it low.
Now I need my sunshine girl, right here, as the crowd starts to cheer.
Don’t take it personal, mate. Don’t get too emotional.
You know how It is...
"How dare you?! Do you want to die young or what?!" He saw red, of course, the fuckboy is flirting with his marigold in front of him, the nerve. And of course, the musician smiled when he saw him getting angry, it was clear that this was just a game, a provocation on how he was playing with him, only as a Couffaine could when fooling around with the object of his entertainment. 
He loved being loved and hated, it was fun.
— Uh ... We'll soon bury him, right?
— Yup.
Jason whispered to his brothers when they noticed the contained fury of the minor among them, they knew that once provoked the assassin prince there would be no human power to stop him.
Rest in peace, Luka Couffaine. Good friend, good artist. We will remember you for what you were, champion.
If you can scream like Axl Rose
Or sing like Christina show after show
If you've got a heart and soul
You can rock and roll
If you've got a heart and soul
You can rock and roll
You can rock and roll
Ooh, yeah
You can rock and roll.
The performance ended with an innocent smile and an expectant look on behalf of the vocalist as soon as his fingers finished with the last chord of his guitar, so when he took it off he received the energetic baker's daughter in his arms who embraced him warmly when the high command of the label gave their approval of him.
Luka Couffaine would be the next star, the exotic apprentice of the living rock legend and MDC designs' most precious jewel.
Get moving, Austin Moon! Who knows you, XY ?!
— I told you! You did It, you idiot!
— Oe, oe! I must learn better than to doubt your trust in me, ma mélodie.
Tender giggles were heard from the girl's mouth as she hid her face in the teenager boy's chest, aggressively grabbing the lapels of his leather jacket in a desperate attempt to hide her blush at such a loving nickname. Then when looking away and raising her face to meet the relaxed features of the French guy, both succumbed to sharing a giggle at the moment when in a change of position the aspiring soloist kissed the back of the young woman's hand, who he regarded her as his most ingenious symphony.
Little did they know that a certain person burned with anger looking around him in red, after all he thought that he was the only person who made her smile like that. The green-eyed felt weak from falling to something as gross as jealousy, but no one had prepared him to endure a suave musician.
— Heya, pixie pop! Would you mind introducing your friend to us?
—Ah, Jay-Jay! I longed to present you all for a long time.
Luckily, it was the albino tuft guy who intervened to sneakily separate the couple, putting himself in the middle of both while embossing a charming smile and a relaxed expression on his face.
— Sup kid! Here's Jason Todd. You know, the cool one. And these idiots next to me are my brothers...This one at my right is Tim Drake, the coffee rat. And the other one with the stupid face is Dick Grayson, the dick. Oh, and the dwarf is lil D-...
— Damian Wayne.
Suddenly the mentioned one appeared, narrowing his eyes challengingly during the brief exchange of glances he shared with the artist in a non-verbal competition. Too bad the guitarist didn't know he was competing.
— Enchanté, guys. Mon trésor told me a lot about you.
"Ma mélodie? Mon trésor? Yah, this guy is asking for it… ” He chattered his teeth in anger and even without trusting the intentions of the stranger man, as he said before, he knew the ones of his type. Young rock stars were all the same.
— Guys.. This is Luka Couffaine ... My boyfriend.
Has anyone heard that? It seems that something broke slowly inside the american heir as how Damian could almost hear Kagami Tsurugi whispered on his mind: "You hesitated."
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Hothouse Rose chapter 6
Gotta get that last Fell boy into shape!
(words under cut) And remember, the pictures for the Lust boys are all six up on my main undertale blog.
Whip stared at his brother.
“AND TELL ME AGAIN WHY YOU’RE IN MY ROOM, GLARING LIKE I MELTED YOUR WHOLE SHOP?”
“cause ya ain’t actin’ like part of the family anymore and I wanna know why.” Spice was leaning back against Whip’s door, blocking all exit. “ever since baby doll came, you’ve been sulkin’ and hidin’ from’em and I don’t appreciate it. I know ya ain’t a coward, so what is it?”
Whip’s skull began to color in anger, standing to his full height, “BECAUSE THAT HUMAN IS NOT GOING TO LAST. I’VE SEEN THE HUMANS AROUND HERE, AND NONE OF THEM WOULD ACCEPT US IF THEY KNEW THE FULL EXTENT OF WHO AND WHAT WE ARE. THEIR URGES ARE TAMPED DOWN WITH IRON RODS AND CLOSED OFF EXCEPT FOR THE MOST TABOO AND PRIVATE MOMENTS. OR IN OPEN DISPLAYS IN THE SEEDY UNDERBELLY OF THEIR WORLD AND THOSE WHO PARTICIPATE OFTEN END UP DEAD.”
“I know that.” Spice was unmoved by this aggressive display. He was not afraid of his baby brother. “I’ve done my research on what gettin’ my shop going up here would entail, an’ it wasn’t pretty. but bro, just cause it’s private for them don’t mean they ain’t capable of openin’ up. just gotta work harder for it.”
Whip’s hands were gripped into fists, and even though he was looking down, Spice noticed his gaze was on the floor next to him, not on himself, “AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THOSE FRIVOLOUS OTHERS FALLS FOR THEM? OR GETS THE INTEREST FOR A ROMP, HM? WHAT THEN?”
“apparently that already happened today. Boa. Baby doll got embarrassed but they’re still pals.”
Whip flinched hearing that, his glare getting more intense, “SO YOU’RE SAYING THEY AREN’T GOING TO TURN ON US? THAT I’M BEING RIDICULOUS?”
“no, I’m sayin’ you don’t need to try an’ protect yourself so hard.” Spice sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, “bro, you usually aren’t closed off like this with people you don’t trust. You’re good at making them think you like’em so they slip up. why are ya actin’ like a frightened cat? All puffed up and angry?”
Whip’s sockets were filling with red magic, “BECAUSE AT LEAST IF I KEEP THEM AWAY IT WON’T HURT HAVING TO LEAVE.”
“there’s the issue,” Spice walked over to where Whip was shaking in place, quickly putting his arms around him, “ya do like ‘em, then?”
“YES.” The answer was wet and miserable, “THEY’RE EVERYTHING PAPYRUS SAID, AND EVEN WITH SUGAR BEING CAUTIOUS, I CAN’T FIND A REASON NOT TO. SANS…” Whip slowly collapsed to his knees and held Spice tight, “I’ve…I’ve never been so close to someone who actually met my standards. They’re kind, and they care about our alternates, and they’re smart, and funny and beautiful and…Sans, I’m so scared to let myself go because we’re going to lose them.”
Spice rubbed his back gently, “I know, bro. but that’s why we gotta try an’ enjoy it, right? when we’re back in that shithole, we gotta have memories to get us through. Cause what good is it pushin’ away good things just cause they won’t last? Just means you spend more time bein’ sad than ya had ta.”
“I don’t know if my soul can take it, though,” Whip whined, hiding his sockets against Spice’s shoulder. “You know how lonesome it was at home and finding someone like y/n here…it’s not fair. It’s not fair that I found an angel and have to give them up.”
“y’know I understand that, probably better than most,” Spice gave his back a pat, making him let loose so he could sit down, “bro, I get it, but like I said, enjoy it while we can. cause once it’s gone, we ain’t gettin’ another chance.”
Whip sat next to him on the bed and leaned over, head on his shoulder, “You’re right, as usual, brother. I just…I’m used to causing pain, not feeling it. It’s difficult to manage.”
“yeah. but you can do it. I know ya can. cause I’ll be right with ya the whole time.”
After a while, just the slow hum of Whip’s computer and the breeze outside, Whip asked, “What did it feel like when you got to hold them, Sans?”
“real nice,” Spice purred a bit, “their whole body is soft, bro. hair, skin, hands, all pillows. Ehehe, they’d be mad if I said that to’em, though. they’re workin’ with their buddies and pap to get in shape. Spend half an hour outside every afternoon with’em in their leggings and sport top. Nice ta watch.”
Whip nodded, “And do they mind flirtations too much?”
“they’re gettin’ better about it, but you still have ta be careful how far ya go. don’t get all out explicit, but suggestive is fine. They actually shot one back at Sugar yesterday, even if it was kinda weak.”
“Good.” He took a deep breath and sighed as he let it out, “I’m going to try to amend my mistake of avoiding them, but it’ll take some time. Please keep me from making an ass of myself anymore.”
“I’ll try, but I dunno much about donkeys,” Spice quipped, only to get pushed onto the bed as Whip got up in irritation. “ehehehe, sorry, bro, but you walked inta that one.”
“I DID AND I HATE IT.”
--
You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast after waking up late on a rare Friday holiday when Whip walked in. Normally, he’d instantly walk back out looking frustrated, but today he stayed.
It was weird, and you watched as he walked to the fridge, got a bottle of a chocolate protein drink, and sat down near you.
“HUMAN, I….HMGH,” he started, picking at the wrapper on the outside of his drink till he could get the lit loose, “Y/N. I’VE BEEN…COLD TO YOU, TO SAY THE LEAST.”
“Yes.” Where is he going with this?
“I THOUGHT…WELL, I SHOULD EXPLAIN WHY. OR AT LEAST APOLOGIZE FOR IT.” He grimaced while he searched for the words, “I SIMPLY WAS AFRAID OF GETTING HURT WHEN OR IF WE SHOULD EVER PART WAYS. BECAUSE I HONESTLY…I’VE WANTED TO MEET SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOR A VERY LONG TIME AND IT MADE ME FEEL PANICKED. LIKE…FINALLY GETTING TO MEET YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY BUT AS YOU NEAR THE STAGE DOOR YOU BOLT. YOU’RE AFRAID THE REALITY WON’T LIVE UP TO THE DREAM AND IF IT DOES THEN YOU FEAR THE PAIN OF THE MEETING BEING OVER.”
That was not what you expected as his reasoning. Pride, specist thoughts, a general dislike of new people, something like that, but not…this. “I do understand your reference, but I’m still kind of shocked you’re even talking to me at all right now.”
“I UNDERSTAND.” He sighed, taking a long drink from his bottle. “I JUST WANTED TO…WELL, TO TRY AND FIX THINGS. I HAD TO ADMIT WHAT I WAS THINKING TO MY BROTHER AND THAT FINALLY GOT ME THINKING ABOUT…HOW UNFAIR IT WAS TO BE ANGRY WITH YOU FOR BEING YOURSELF. I HAD NO RIGHT, AND IT’S KIND OF STUPID NOW THAT I PUT IT IN WORDS. GOOD GRIEF.”
“How about,” you hold out your hand, smiling, “we start over? Hi, my name is Y/n. I’m Sans and Papyrus’ datemate and I’d like to stay in the house for the foreseeable future.”
He looked at your hand, then his shoulders relaxed and his sharp smile turned soft, “MY NAME IS WHIP, IT’S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU AT LAST.” He shook your hand, “I’D BE HAPPY TO HAVE SOMEONE SO BELOVED BY MY COUSINS STAY WITH US.”
A pool of warmth dropped into your chest at the relief you knew was a mutual experience. You no longer had an enemy in your home, and the comfortable silence as you both enjoyed your respective sustenance was very rewarding.
--
“Sugar, please,” Charm rubbed his sockets, “I’m trying to plan a fun night out for us all, and your pessimism is ruining it.”
“no, I’m seriously worried. Have you not felt the energy change? Somebody’s doing something and it’s none of us.”
“I felt it and I know exactly what happened, but I’m not telling you because it’s none of your business.” Charm kept clicking from one page to another, looking at options.
“what?”
“You heard me. You do realize there is a loving trio in this house, yes? That it’s not just us and the others from similar universes?” Charm swiveled his chair and looked fully at his brother, “Sans, sometimes your anxiety makes you act like a prick.”
Sugar winced, deflating. “oh. yeah. guess I overstepped again.”
“Yes, you did.” Charm pushed his chair over and poked Sugar in the chest, “but I will remind you again. I love you. I want what is best for everyone here. And I am not some babybones who is naïve about the complexities of relationships. It’s just things are tilted differently here, and yes, that was hard to get used to, but it can be done. And besides,” He smiled, “We’re all going out for Halloween. I need to make sure we go somewhere fun since it’s Y/n’s favorite holiday and Papyrus’ birthday.”
Sugar sighed, “okay. okay, maybe you’re right. and sansy’s been trying to get me to lighten up too, so…” He sat on the floor before laying out like a star, “if sweet-pea can trust them enough to cuddle again, I guess I can try to, too.”
“Bully for you!” Charm smiled, going back to his computer. “And Sweet-pea will be here at the house with our candy bowl, so he will get a costume as well.”
“he’s actually going to greet the trick or treaters?”
“Yes! He’s been doing very well since he started opening up more.” Charm double clicked something and absently scanned the text that popped up, “He’s started sitting on the deck with us while we do our yoga and Sansy is seeing if he can set up video chat conferences with a therapist for him. Apparently, humans get this kind of anxiety too. It’s called agoraphobia.”
Sugar nodded, kind of surprised. Sweet-pea was going outside? Willingly? That was definitely a good thing, no arguing that, and…well, he was getting tired of being jumpy about the human all the time, if he was being honest.
--
You were a little shy about it, but Boa and Sweet-pea were both bustling around you in Sweet-pea’s room. They were re-taking your measurements to make sure they were accurate for your costume. You hadn’t had a good idea for a costume, but Papyrus had proposed it being a surprise that they chose for you. Sweet-pea had volunteered to make the design, and you’d been excited to see what he’d do. So far, he’d made you a nightgown that made you feel very ethereal any time you wore it, but he’d been too busy with commissions and orders to do anything else till now.
“I take a break every October,” he told you, sketching away, “it lets me have down time to recover and do whatever things I’d like otherwise.”
Boa was very fast with the measuring tape, barely touching it to your body as you stood in a shirt and shorts.
You felt the goosebumps going over your scalp as they worked, just like at the doctor’s office, and felt that strange far away feeling that went with them.
“Pumpkin,” Boa spoke, standing with his tape, “have you ever been fitted properly for your foundations?” He seemed puzzled as he looked you over. “I just want to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be. Bad support can cause back pain, you know.”
You hadn’t known. “No, I haven’t. What would you have to do?”
Sweet-pea looked up, “just measure around your chest do some more close measurements of your pelvis area. It doesn’t take long. Last time he fitted someone it only took him two and a half minutes. But…uh… you will have to undress. Dunno if you’re up to that or not.”
Boa blushed, but nodded, looking away. “It’s up to you. You’re going to look ravishing either way, but it’s just been bugging me since we went shopping that first day. You deserve to be comfortable…”
It took a moment, as you thought it out. Two and a half minutes, hm? And you trusted them both, at least as much as you trusted the classmates you’d changed in the bathrooms with at choir competitions in high school. Quite a bit more, now that you’re thinking about it, “I think we can do it. It would be nice to know for my next shopping trip.”
Both of them perked up, and you steeled yourself as you undressed down to nothing. Boa’s eye lights shone bright and wide, and you saw the glow start at his throat, but he shook his head and smiled, “I’ll be quick. Thank you for letting me help you!”
True to his word, Boa went fast, around your chest, from your collar to your nipple, and around the area under your breasts. “That’s that, thirty-four triple d, Sweet-pea.”
“thought so.” The younger brother wrote it down somewhere on his sketch pad, but he was still going, “I know someone who would kill for that size for her bleach cosplays.”
You tilted your head and he smiled, “Somebody I know at home. She’s almost as bad as Alphys about anime, but likes JUMP stuff more.”
“Ah, okay.” You were focusing on anything other than Boa being between your legs with his tape, going quickly over your thighs, around your butt, and gently pressing the end of the tape to your core and going up a ways before snapping back and listing off his findings. “Well, that was fast.”
“three minutes. A little slower, but we’ve never measured a human before.”
Boa nodded and handed you your things, “We have everything we need to make you the best costume and find the best things on our shopping trips now.” There was blush on his cheekbones, and his smile was very soft, making your own cheeks heat more.
“Thank you for being fast with it. I’m not exactly used to being naked in front of other people.” You hurry to get your clothes back on, even as you hear something in an almost electronic voice. “Huh?”
Boa blushed, “Um, sorry. I slipped into Wingdings for a moment. I ah…I was saying we were lucky to get a glimpse at such a rare treasure as your body.”
Sweet-pea snorted and giggled, “that’s what he said literally, but wingdings is a monster language, so you don’t get any of the cute undertones and intents that went with it in English. you do look nice, though.”
“You boys are going to be the death of me. I’m going to die of flattery,” You had scrunched up your face from how hot it got, and huffed as you pulled your shirt back on, “and then Papy and Sans will be widowers.”
“You’d have to marry them for that,” Boa smirked a bit.
“smartaleck” you stuck your tongue out at him and walked to the door, “You’re both lucky I love you.”
“we love you, too, y/n.” Sweet-pea poked Boa, who just waved at you.
You shake your head and leave.
As soon as the door shut, Boa’s whole skull exploded in color and he jerked his scarf off as the jewel below burst into brilliant light. “Oh my stars, I’m going to keel over! Humans smell so different and it’s GOOD and they’re so amazing already and then just! Naked right in front of me! ack!”
Sweet-pea chuckled, blushing a bit, “they were lovely. And those hips….gosh, I know kids aren’t the end all be all up here but they look like they could carry so well…”
“I know!” Boa groaned, rubbing the heels of his hands into his closed sockets, “How does Papyrus just have them as his datemate and not keep them in the bedroom all day?”
“He’s just not turned like us, bro,” Sweet-pea sighed, “but I’m glad they’re at least happy with each other. You could smell him on them as soon as the layers came off.”
Boa finally seemed to calm down as the glow in his gem dimmed, “That was reassuring. Now we’re sure they’re not hurting themselves with repression or anything.”
“pretty sure it’s only us that need that regular release for health,” Sweet-pea mumbled. “humans don’t get heats, much less be in one all the time.”
“That still is amazing to me. And there’s so many of them even so! But then again, they are mammals that care for their young a long time. it’s only natural most of their offspring live.”
Sweet-pea laughed, “you should never have dropped out of zoology, bro. you’d have been a great professor.”
“I’ll be a better guardsman slash radio host!” Boa shot back, getting up. “Now, as soon as you have the design ready, bring it to me. We’re going to make the others drop their jaws to the floor.”
“and all in a human-friendly fashion. Gonna be fun,” Sweet-pea waved his brother off, and got down to work. He was going to make the rest of the world see exactly what Y/n was to their household.
--
Whip was uncomfortable. Not because he didn’t participate in the pillow cuddling normally, because he had before the human had come. No, it was because said human had chosen to sit beside him in the pile. He was still jumpy around them, even if he knew they were on much better terms after his apology.
It didn’t help that Spice was on their other side and snoring so loud he could hardly hear.
“MAY I PLEASE WAKE HIM UP TO STOP THAT RACKET?”
“No, Whip, don’t wake him. He’s actually not trying to fluster me when he’s sleeping,” says the human, looking fondly at Spice. Well, they did have a point. “Here, let me try shifting him a bit.”
Interested, he watched as you gently shifted Spice’s head back, and his brother’s raucous snores quieted to gentle, soft vibrations.
“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”
“Snoring in humans is caused by some weird blockages in the throat. I figured, if he’s snoring because of his ecto always being on, maybe doing what helps a human would help him.” You continue to intrigue him in the most unexpected ways.
--
Boa had been almost giddy in his sexy nurse costume when he handed you a bundle on Halloween at noon, “Here, Pumpkin, it’s your costume. Go put it on, hurry!”
Sweet-pea was behind him, a very normal looking scarecrow costume decorating his form, beaming in pride, “if you need help, just holler.”
Curious, you went to back into your room (you’d been leaving it to ask about just this) and opened the bundle. A beautiful Grecian dress, creamy white with golden clasps, lay in a cloud of feathers with a set of very soft, cottony underwear. The ease with which those went on surprised you, and the lifting of the weight of your chest from your back made your eyes widen. “Oh.” Boa had been incredibly accurate in that the wrong underthings could make you hurt.
The dress slipped on, as did a pair of delicate sheer white hose, and some golden sandals. The feathers, you realize, are wings that loop onto the clasps on your shoulders and attach to the golden rope around your waist. You actually get them on yourself, and when you pick up the little harp and halo that were hidden underneath, you grin. “An angel, huh?”
Everything fit like a glove, comfortable but flattering as you exited and came down the stairs. Charm saw you first and gasped, “Oh! Sweetheart, that’s gorgeous, but here, come with me.” He had that sneaky look when he was going to try and goad you or Sans and Papyrus into doing something romantic, but instead of taking you to them, he took you to a room under the stairs that you’d never bothered to investigate. It was like a dressing room in a theater, with lights and make up and wigs of all kinds.
“Welcome to my studio! On of the things I learned from my bestie underground is that half of an outfit is made by your make-up. Let me take you from a ten to an eleven.” He sat you down and gently removed the golden circlet of your halo, setting it down on the vanity. “Now, monster make-up is a lot different than human in that it doesn’t take five hours to do! So, I’m going to turn you around, and in thirty minutes you’ll be the belle of the Halloween ball.”
You only had a brief glimpse of your reflection (thankfully) before the chair was turned and Charm got to work. Smooth, cool creams were dabbed onto your face by his clearly practiced hands, having taken of his gloves to do this. It was kind of hard to keep from laughing, as he’d already made himself up and was wearing a rainbow afro and a red nose on top of his pure white face, blue eye circles, and big red mouth decorations. He was a very colorful clown, and the first clown you’d ever been happy to see.
Charm had his tongue stuck out while he worked, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You reached up and poked it with your finger. “Boop.”
He squinted his sockets and made a short noise that sounded like laughter, then gently told you off, “Don’t boop the beautician, sweet thing. It’s not polite.”
“But you’re my bestie first,” you point out, and his smile grows.
“I know.” He brushes his teeth against your forehead gently, “Now let me work my magic, quite literally.”
You giggle quietly, and he hums, using a puff to place powder over the creams.
He then goes around you and gently begins coming through your hair, adding some things to it as well, “When this is done, sweetie, it’s going to just be you with some polish. You’re always this lovely to us, it’ll just be enough magic to let others and you see what we see every day.”
“Are you sure?” Yes, you’d been pleased with the little bit of change you’d seen in your clothes since starting your daily yoga, but you still felt…gross.
“Oh, I’d put my soul on it.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before returning to his work on your hair, “Papyrus and Sans think you hung the moon, Y/n. And I’d put money on Boa thinking the same. Sweet-pea trusts you more than he’s trusted anyone outside the family, ever. Whip even let his pride go and started to get to know you. That means something.”
“And you and Sugar? Spice?”
“Oh Y/n, I can’t even put into words what you mean to me.” His voice was so soft and full of love, you couldn’t even imagine what his expression was, “and my brother is slowly letting go of his fears. He’ll understand your magnificence when he does. “ A snort of wry laughter, “And Spice would have you be his own private teddy bear if it was up to him.”
You giggle thinking about that. Since he’d gotten over your mutual miscommunication, Spice had been the ultimate cuddlebug when he felt he could be. Which was most of the time. Not that you minded, he was warm, and the thick ecto he always wore was soft and comfy. Plus, you liked his voice. It was different than the others, like Whip’s in that it was gravelly, but smoother underneath, carrying a sweetness you liked.
“Let me paint your nails, and then we’ll be done.” Charm squatted in front of you and took a bottle of what looked like clear nail polish out. He thought for a moment, then nodded, a zap of pink magic infusing the bottle and turning the polish inside gold. “That should be the right color. A touch of Midas, hm?” He beamed at his reference, and you nodded.
You used the time to talk about a movie you saw once, of people trying to gain an item related to King Midas, and Charm suggested you find it online and the family could watch it next weekend. After all, after your group returned from the Halloween carnival, you all would be watching Halloween themed cartoons and family movies (because Papyrus, Sweet-pea, and Boa preferred not to watch horror films) while eating whatever candy remained after the trick-or-treaters.
Looking at your fingernails, not only were they shimmering as if they were covered in liquid gold, but they were perfectly shaped and the cuticles that were normally rough were smoothed down. “Wow! How did you do that with just polish?”
“It’s the magic in the polish.” Charm finished your toes and returned the brush to the bottle, “The polish is just there to change color according to my intent. I needed it gold, and I wanted your nails to be healthy and beautiful, so the magic did the rest. Even after we take the polish off, you’ll still keep the healthy nails underneath. Also, it’s instant dry, too.”
He looked you over one last time and nodded, “Alright, are you ready?”
When you said yes, he placed the halo back on your head and turned you around. You almost burst into tears right there. Your hair was laying around your face in elegant waves, framing it perfectly and without frizz for the first time in your life. And your face, it was exactly what Charm had said. It was you, but your skin was evenly colored instead of blotchy, the texture was smooth and uniform, every pore was clean and tiny. Your eyelashes and brows were present instead of faded out like they usually were, and all signs of the flaky dermatitis that had plagued you since your teenage years was gone from them.
“I’m…..Charm, you did…” you just looked over at him, the water dripping out of your eyes without you even blinking to free it. “It’s wonderful.”
“Just a little MTT Beauty Butter and the intent to clean and heal. The rest is all how your body naturally wants to be. It loves you, just as we do, and wants you to be happy and healthy. It just needed a little boost, now and again, is all.” He helps you to your feet, taking a nearby box of tissues and using them to gently dry your tears. “Now you can see yourself as the angel we know you are.”
You just hug him, far beyond words.
He strokes your head gently, waiting for you to recover before saying, “Now, we should get to the living room to meet up with the others and head for the carnival.”
You felt like you were walking on air as he led you out of the make up room and down the hall to the living room.
The banter had started already, “SANS, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON LAZINESS? IT’S OUR FIRST HALLOWEEN WITH Y/N IN THE HOUSE AND YOU JUST….THAT?!”
Entering, you saw Papyrus dressed as Superman, cape and spandex in red, blue, and yellow, and Sans was wearing a black, cat-ear headband taped to his skull, with black whiskers drawn on his cheekbones sloppily, all with his normal clothes.
Sugar, as a sexy witch, is standing with his broom in a corner, laughing behind his hand next to pirate-captain Spice, long coat sweeping his brown boots and black hat sporting a big maroon feather. Whip was dressed as a classic Devil, though he’d exchanged the red onesie for a bright red business suit. Boa and Sweet-pea were on the couch, chatting.
Charm cleared his throat and that got everyone’s attention, and you were feeling quite small as they all looked at you.
Whip’s eye lights went out, and you noticed a bright glow in the left leg of his pants. Oh no…oh no you’d made him uncomfortable. “I-I didn’t pick this out but…I’m sorry.”
Spice came over, taking your hands in his (where did he find all those rings?), “don’t apologize, baby doll. You’re beautiful. Sweet-pea an’ Boa done good. you too, charm, cause I know baby doll don’t do make-up like that.”
“Bu-but-“
“no buts,” Sans shortcutted next to you and beamed, “you look perfect. We’re going to be the envy of everybody. Though, as an angel, you probably don’t like that, do you?” He winked and you smiled. You couldn’t help yourself if Sans was making jokes.
Papyrus strode over and knelt in front of you, making everyone step aside for him, “AS A SUPERHERO, I WILL WORK VERY HARD TO DO GOOD, SO THAT I MAY GET VISITS FROM THIS UNEARTHLY VISION OF LOVELINESS AGAIN!” He was sparkling -literally-, cheeks flushed orange, as he looked up at you.
“Papyrus, you can see me anytime.”
“I KNOW, BUT YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A MESSENGER FROM HEAVEN RIGHT NOW! THE PICTURE OF THE DELTARUNE’S PREDICTED SAVIOR!” He frowned and got up, “THOUGH, THAT ACTUALLY TURNED OUT TO BE FRISK, SO YOU’RE THEIR COUSIN. BUT STILL!”
Sugar flounced over in the short skirt and tights that were wrapped around his bones, “ooh, our little y/n has graduated from pretty to gorgeous.”
Charm rolled his eye lights, but Boa and Sweet-pea rushed over before he could fire back at his brother.
“Oh, Y/n, it’s absolutely perfect. I was worried about the top of the dress but it’s laying fabulously,” Boa cooed, proud of his work.
“you look just like I thought you would,” Sweet-pea gave a small laugh, “though, turns out real life is better than imagination in this case. Thanks, charm, for finishing off the look.”
“Oh it was my pleasure, believe me,” Charm actually honked his nose, revealing it to be a prop horn, “I might be a clown tonight, but I am a chivalrous guard first and helping our dear Y/n shine their brightest is the least I could do.”
You were blushing so hard, but Papyrus gently scooped you out of the crowd, “NOW LET’S GET GOING TO THE CARNIVAL. I WANT EVERYONE TO ADMIRE OUR ANGEL BEFORE THEY GET TOO FLUSTERED AND MUSS THEIR MAKE-UP!”
There was a murmur of agreement, and as you left the house, you waved goodbye to Sweet-pea, who was beaming as he closed the door.
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goatpaste · 4 years
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god out here seein butchleopardstar talkin bout their old wc oc and i just have this urge to show my old ones ESPEcially ones i still have
also a fun lil look into my shitty old art 
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angel was like my big first MAIN wc oc and she was called angelwing/angelstar and was the leader of demonclan a group of demon monster cats. she was married to a dude named devilheart (who is now a retired oc sorry devilheart) and they had kids and they all fought the forcesss off eeeeviiil. 
i still  own her and love her, my special first oc,,
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Devilheart who is a now retired oc he was angelstars mate and was just a demon who was a big softy who loved his wife but had a temper for annoying people
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dragonflight another member of demonclan and one of angelstars friends, he had the stupid storyline of being in love with angelstar despite her having a family and then also being in an unhappy marriage with a lady named blizzardlove
hes a retired oc
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blizzardlove who was dragonflight mate and had the exact same storyline but with her being in love with devilheart.
she is oc retired now, but if i was smarter then i woulda relized she was in love with angel
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brightflower (now just bright) was one of angelstar and devilhearts kids and was just a very sweet big hearted girl shes still that and loves her mom very much shes just not a cat anymore and is like her current moms story and is in lesbians with one of their evil mortal enemies pride
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puretime (now just pure) was another one of angelstars kids who was just for the most part a regular cat but like a werewolf became a giant unstoppable monster on a blue moon that attacks everyone. hes very shy and nervous and scared of himself current him i still own and hes just about the same but he’s people, not related to angel and whatever but he still got scary werewolf live monsters livin in him
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ghost flower was the third kid of angelstar and devilheart. she was a ghost cat demon thing and was super rowdy and i loved her a lot of the three. she was angelstars deputy.
now she retired having not been used in years
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god THIs oc i didnt even remember existed until i saw her on my DA. her name is Applebabble she was apparently Puretimes daughter and has a speech impediment but the ability to copy voices.
she defiantly got retired oops lol
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Envy who was the daughter of Angelstars mortal enemy Reborn but envhdsgsdk envy hated being apart of a family of evil and just wanted to be a normal good person. shes TECHNICALLY not retired i still draw her mom and sibling but i also havent drawn her in years
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sinborn the first born on Reborn and favirote daughter.
she means and cruel and knows she favorite and plays to it. she steps on her sisters all the time and its a lil bastard
she was retired a long time ago,,,
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Pride who was reborns (at the time son) third daughter who was just a typical scummy bastard who fell in love with angelstars daughter brightflower and is just trying to balance being super evil with being smithened by one of the sweetest lil light in the universe and pride still the same except lesbians now
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reborn, the big miss bady of my childhood she was just totally evil through and through and loved to be bad and be a pain on angelstars life. now shes still angelstars mortal enemy but with homoerotic subtext
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solarspark, this ugly ugly design im so sorry i did that to you apparently he was suppous to be Brightflowers son who had an obsession with know who his mystery father was i guess defiantly a retired oc
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Mirrorpool, Solarsparks brother. who was a lot chiller and big ‘no care’ attitude. he loved his mother and was very sure of himself and his skills.
a retired oc that i still do love the design on. simple but cute
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god plush was a stupid ass character whos whole thing was that he could stand and was in love with a gang member but in a no homo way and was defiantly homophobic
now hes just plush the guy defiantly and openly gay for the hot gang leader. and he still stands and is just a furry oc now
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Nightkit, designed for a wc rp group on DA, drew her once and then forgot she existed lol
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Waxwhisker, also made for that group of wc Rp stuff that i immediately forgot about. he meant to be in waterlcan
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timetravler who was as his named said, is a timetravler. he would just show up around leafclan who take people on timetraveling adventures. and was V gay he would often turn these adventures into romantic gestures for handsome men.
i still own this one! idk why i felt like i couldnt let him go,,,
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east who was apart of my ‘compass ocs’ he was just a fancy cat who raised his adoptive son west and hate siblings of north and west. they really jdshgds didnt have much story beyond that? idk why i made them
hes just a bunny named east now lol
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then west to go along with east. he was just baby cowboy supreme.
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south who was just big big meany, she was just very grumpy and violent. 
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souths brother north who hh is a polar bear now and doesnt have a full up to dte ref, im workin on it lol
but got his old art and design, bad
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spookyfire who was apart of my old rp friends clan Hauntedclan and they lived in an abandond mansion. she ws married to the leader lizardstar and they had maNY baby
she is retired U.U
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Wickedspell, one of spookyfires many baby
she makes potions and is a lil witch
i tried to revamp her a few times over the years but yknow
things happen
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Battlestar, another of spookyfires kids, leader after Lizardstar of Hauntedclan
retired character
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Zerogravity anOTher one of spookyfires kiddos she was a sweet lil lady who was with a guy named Arksoul who stood by her after she learned herself incapable of kids.
retired character
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wire who was the leader of my own baby version of bloodclan, known as savageclan. wire was an absolute monster who abused those around him and threaten even those he loved to get what he wanted.
his clan was located in a nearby abandoned power plant
his mate scrawnyskull left him with their kids after she realized how horrible he was.
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scrawnyskull, Wires ex mate. she and her sister was a pet taken from her home by savageclan cats and raised in their terrible ways. she was later made wires mate. When scrawnyskull realized how far wire was willing to go to get what he wanted, she left behind her life in savage clan to raise her kids in a nearby clan iceclan.
now shes just a big monster lady oc who loves her babies
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flora, shes scrawnyskulls daughter
thats about it, and i still have her around
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phantum, scrawnyskulls son whos just a lil guy
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storm, another one os scrawnyskulls kids, a stubborn lil guy
retired oc
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Flare, scrawnyskulls sister who like swanyskull was taken from her home as a pet and made a member of savageclan. she too late realized how bad savageclan is after her sister left 
now she just a kitty cat furry oc lol shes the fun aunt
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Force, one of my savageclan memebers she hated savageclanbut leaving wasnt  really an option
retired oc
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another savageclan clan oc named scratch, he knew savageclan was bad but figured noone else would have him at this point
retired oc
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twitch, another savageclan character. lazy bastard
retired oc
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killier, another saveclan kitty who was stolen from his home as a kid and is now one of wires trusted bodygaurds
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Fang, lil lady of savageclan
retired oc
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badger and wolf, savageclan bastard brothers
oh they irritating
retired oc
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Hollow, savageclan cat. saved by savageclan warriors as a child would have died if not for them. feels in dept to them
retired oc
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snipe, savageclan warrior taken from his pet home at a young age. learning of his orgins in adulthood came to have a fascination for humans
retired oc
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Fox savageclan lady
retired oc
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Diamond, pretty savageclan lady
retired oc
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leafclan warrior SafariPuma
now hes just a big muscle tiddy kitty
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bright?? who was just a cat made of blood?
retired oc
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cabbitleap, just a cat rabbit grumpy man
retired oc
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icestar, leader of my iceclan i made forever ago
retired oc
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rosedew, daughter of icestar and her mate snaketail
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ragingstar, first leader of iceclan. spunky loud lady
now shes is named flamingo and is mmm creature!
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goddessstar, leader of stellarclan
retired oc
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Dim horrible daughter of goddesstar 
retired ocs
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silentnight, i think i made her just to have that name
retired oc
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his name is fucking coxdream, he was half cat half fox and at age 10 or whatever just DID not relize the motherfucker name sounded like that
now his name is still cox dream and now hes just a horny joke/serious character lol 
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Gracie, a loner who easily fell in love and constantly had her heart broken
now shes a zombie and falls in love and then eats the people she likes which sucks
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B their a ninja cat
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Dagger, cyborg cat who was experimented on
now shes a cool fortune teller with robot parts for fun
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wasp was probably one of my first cat ocs when i started being into warriors  i still have him and love him and im currently designing him a boyfriend,,
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brown who was friends with wasp 
i think she could technically be said to be one of my first fursonas lol
retired oc
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badsmog, never did much wqith her beyond design
still have her as smog and she is creature
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jace-the-writer-guy · 3 years
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What exactly are Aaron's plans for that old bunker he found a while back?
///I'm gonna set this to be after Shyla started her own arms company///
"Well, there's been a few plans we talked about with this place," Auron replied as he slowly walked around the old base, which had been converted into something more. It was definitely one of Mistral's military bases from the Great War as the walls, the main command building, and the two small warehouses were all of Mistralian design, "Me an' my old friends in the Rangers talked about turnin' it into a shelter for if we needed it, an' we did that. We rebuilt as best we could an' got some good solar power here on the roofs of the buildin's. We turned that command post into some livin' quarters, an' we made the command room into a plannin' room for Shyla. But me an' Shy got to talkin' about it too..."
He walked past the eastern wall and stared out over the long gun range that was cleared out for weapons testing and long range shooting. "She came up with the idea of usin' this place as the headquarters for Karmine Arms Manufacturin'. We're still settin' up the warehouse where we'll be havin' a bunch of our old friends work on makin' these guns an' ammo. We took those two warehouses back there an' combined 'em, an' that's where all the stuff will be. Now we're workin' on extendin' the back of it out for some more solar panels on the roof an' have that big area be where we have boxes o' stuff ready to ship out. We made a path back to the where loadin' area is gonna be."
He walked back into the base itself and glanced into the warehouse through its large open doors to see numerous people working on extending the building out. "That should have about a week left before it's done, then we can set up the shelves an' bring in the equipment. Man, Shy really got a lot o' lien for that ammo she made. Now she's got all that ammo patented under her name an' she's livin' her dream..."
"Gods, that woman makes me so damn proud," Auron said and a big smile appeared on his face, "I'm real happy for her. It'll be a small company, but I know she an' all the people she's callin' over are gonna make the highest quality weapons an' ammo they can. Those flashbang shells really got her name out there to everyone in the world. She's gonna be a busy lady in the comin' months, but I know she's gonna love it."
Auron looked over and saw a familiar humvee pulling into base and into the command post through the garage door, and he smiled even more. "An' here's my weapon designin' queen now," He watched his wife step out of the humvee and he waved, "Here to oversee what's happenin'?"
Shyla grinned as she walked up to him. "Isn't that supposed to be your job?"
"I wouldn't mind some company from a pretty lady such as yourself."
Shyla giggled at that and Auron lifted her up, and the two shared a short kiss. "When you put it that way, I'd love to help oversee the expansion~"
Auron set her down a few moments later after they kissed again, and then he looked all around the renovated military base and let out a deep breath. "Lotta bad memories here... but I think doin' this is gonna help wash the blood outta the dirt."
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northwest-writing · 4 years
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This Week’s Numbers: A Short Play
Four coworkers sit in the breakroom at their minimum wage retail job. TIM, twenty-two, is sitting up in his seat at the breakroom table, shaking his left leg and holding a cup of coffee with both hands. EMILY, nineteen, is leaning slightly back in her chair, looking at her phone. MATT, thirty, leans over the table, writing something down on a piece of paper. KEVIN, thirty-eight, is leaning way back in a chair with his feet up on the table and his hat over his eyes. TIM stares up at the clock.
TIM
D’you guys know if anyone’s ever thought of fixing that clock on the wall?
EMILY
Still looking at her phone 
What clock?
MATT
I didn’t even realize it was broken.
TIM
Yeah it’s like always four fifteen? (Beat) Could you imagine if it was always four fifteen?
KEVIN
I tried asking the old store manager about it once. He just said “why do you care about the clock in the break room?” and he had a point so I stopped worrying about it.
There is a silence as TIM stares at KEVIN
TIM
I sort of feel like that story’s not true and you just want me to stop talking before the team meeting.
KEVIN
It’s seven AM, Tim.
EMILY
Yeah, Tim, it’s like seven AM.
TIM
I know what time it is I just--
Enter KATE, twenty five years old, in a good mood one would find inappropriate for a retail employee
KATE
Okay, it’s Monday! You guys ready?
TIM
For the meeting?
KATE
She gets very close to TIM’s face, forcing him to lean back 
Tim, look me in my eyes. I’m the store manager. I hate this store just as much as you do, I just get paid ten extra cents an hour to do it. (Straightens back up) NO! I want to know (digging into her jacket pocket) if you guys are ready...for this she holds up a lottery ticket. 
Everyone perks up except for MATT, who is still focused on what he is writing down. Even KEVIN moves his hat back to reveal his eyes.
EMILY
Oh shit that’s right it’s Monday!
KATE
That’s right, 
as she speaks, she removes her jacket, tosses it onto the table, and begins arranging a chair backwards at the head of the room 
which can only mean two things: I am required to hold a team member meeting or I will lose my job, and I bought a new lottery ticket.
KEVIN
Three things.
KATE
And a pack of cigarettes for Kevin 
she pulls a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and tosses them to KEVIN who catches them effortlessly. 
Matthew, whatcha workin’ on?
MATT
I’m writing to my penpal who’s stationed overseas.
KATE
Well put him on hold. This is important.
EMILY laughs quietly
MATT
Hey, would it be cool if I went first this week? I had a really good one last week and--
EMILY
Maybe you should’ve shown up…
KATE
To EMILY Dude--
EMILY
It took us like an hour to close on Tuesday night.
MATT
It was in the schedule--
TIM
He has gotten up and fixed himself a second cup of coffee since he last spoke
(timidly to EMILY) Well maybe if you had actually--
KATE
The airing! Of grievances will take place after the ceremony...or preferably after you’ve stopped giving a shit about them all together. Beat Aaaaaanyway 
she climbs up onto the chair she previously set up 
I would like everyone’s attention. *ahem* Oh yeah, everyone clocked in right?
TIM                                                                  EMILY
Oh shit                                                            Oh yeah
Begins to leave the room                               she reaches into her                                                                                                 pocket and pulls out her ID card
Hang on one sec                                           Wait, Tim--
TIM looks back, takes EMILY’s ID card, and exits.
All sit silently as they wait for TIM to come back from swiping their cards.
TIM enters and sits down as he hands EMILY her ID card.
KATE
*ahem* Thank you all for joining me today. According to physics, (a collective sigh) there are two major forms of energy: kinetic energy and potential energy. I hold here in my hand one of the greatest sources of potential energy that money can buy from a Seven Eleven. Now, the rules are very simple: everyone will have their chance to tell us what they would do if this were somehow, miraculously, a winning ticket. We will then vote on who has the best version of what one might call The American Dream and then the winner gets riches beyond their wildest dreams and also they get to pick the numbers for next weeks ticket. We will begin this week by hearing from our dear Matthew. Matthew, you have the floor. 
She steps down from her makeshift podium and applauds softly, prompting the rest of the room to follow suit as MATT steps up.
MATT
Alright, so pretty much there’s these like buildings in Germany that were built during World War Two that were designed to be these totally indestructible bunkers that couldn’t be blown up, and so now they’re just still there, because you can’t tear them down no matter what you do. Then the other day I went to clean the men’s room (a noticeable shudder from everyone in the room) and some guy had literally shit like all over the wall. Like he had just fuckin’ exploded. So while I’m in there cleaning it up and just wishing I was dead, I thought that’s what I’d do. I’d fill this room floor to ceiling with that indestructible German concrete and turn the whole thing into a big fossil. So that hundreds of years from now when we’re all dead and gone and this whole store has rotted away to nothing, that guy’s fuckin shit stain would be frozen in carbonite forever, like the Han Fuckin’ Solo of shit.
This speech is met with rousing applause as MATT takes a few small bows and steps down. 
KATE
I love it! Very colorful, Matt.
EMILY steps up next.
EMILY
(To MATT) That’s kickass by the way. Alright um, ok so Friday, or I think it was Saturday. Yeah so Sat-- no I didn’t work Saturday. It was Friday anyway FRIDAY I was driving into work and I was stopped at that light that’s like right by Taco Bell, and when I went to go, my car started making that noise again. I’ve shown you guys all the noise right?
TIM
I thought you said it stopped making the noise?
EMILY
Yeah because I kicked my hood really hard that one time and it stopped for like two weeks but it’s back now!
KATE
Wait what’s the noise? I haven’t heard it.
EMILY
It’s like a...(she thinks for a second then begins making the most ridiculous sound. Get creative.) or kind of like a (she makes a variation on the first sound. Kevin is laughing hysterically.) It happens every time I like rev the engine or drive with the windows down or like go about forty miles an hour. I think it’s just like a thing. But anyway I was like oh if I won I would totally pay to fix my car right? But then I was like well why would I pay to fix a 2003 Honda Accord that used to be owned by like a heroin dealer and sounds like it was dragged out of a river when I could just buy a whole ‘nother car? Duh. But anyway now I have this like shitty car I don’t know what to do with. What am I gonna do with it? So then I thought I’d hire a bunch of guys to like take the whole thing apart piece by piece...and then put it back together in Todd’s office.
MATT
What if it was in his living room?
EMILY
Oh my god yeah! Yeah and the best part is, it still makes the sound. 
The room breaks into applause. As she steps down 
Thank you. Thank you.
KATE
Taking it straight to the district manager. Very cool. Very senior prank. I like it. A tough act to follow. Tim, uh, last week…
TIM
(Getting up from his chair) No no, this one’s not as long.
KATE
(As TIM steps onto the chair) Ok cool.
TIM
(Looking at a note in his phone) Ok. I’m not exactly sure if this is like illegal or not but... (shrugs)
uh so I would fake my own death.
EMILY
Oh shit.
TIM
I didn’t really think through like where I would disappear to but I would disappear like super mysteriously. Don’t worry I wouldn’t make any of you guys look guilty and I’d make sure to disappear on like a night when everyone’s busy so you’d all have an alibi. THEN like a year later, after most of the “oh where’s Tim?” has sorta worn off, I’d start sending postcards to the store.
MATT
Oooooh shiiiit.
TIM
They’d all be from different places. Yellowstone, Dubai, the Eiffel Tower, fuckin’...Des Moines. And they’d each have like one letter on them. And over the course of like five years this collection of postcards would build up and detectives would be like trying to unscramble the letters to figure out where I went. But here’s the best part: they wouldn’t spell out anything. They’re just letters. It’s a goose chase.
KATE
OH SHIT!
TIM
Yeaaaah oh shit. 
Everyone passionately applauds as TIM steps off the chair and sits back down 
Catch me in Barbados or something sipping on a coconut, just writing ‘E’ on the back of a picture of a palm tree.
KATE
Alright. Kevin?
KEVIN
(From his chair) Just like every week. I’d keep all the money and stay working here so all of you’d have to think about the fact that I’m the one sittin’ on it.
TIM
Bummer, Kev.
KATE
I’m confident one week that’ll be the winner. Don’t ever change, Kevin. Beat. She starts to rise Well. If that’s everyone--
MATT
What if we actually won?
KATE
Well we just talked about that. (She points at MATT) Han Solo of shit (points at EMILY) Casa Del Car (points at TIM) Unsolved Mysteries--
MATT
Yeah but I mean what if we really won.
EMILY
Well then whoever we voted--
MATT
Well but that’s stupid.
KATE
Matt--
MATT
I just keep thinking lately like, it’s stupid that whoever has the time to come up with the cleverest way to quit their job gets to have the money if we won.
KATE
Matt, that’s not the point of--
MATT
I think we should give it to whoever deserves it the most...and I think I should get it.
TIM
It’s not--
MATT
No, I’m the best employee here. Like I really come in and do good at my job every day, and I don’t think I’ve ever been recognized for it!
KATE
Matt, it’s not a bonus. It’s just a game.
EMILY
Yeah, besides, you wouldn’t deserve it the most anyway.
TIM
Jeez!
EMILY
What? Matt’s thirty years old and he’s never acted like he’s wanted to do anything besides work here. I actually have a future. If I had the money, I could actually go to nursing school.
KATE
(Making a feeble attempt to reign things in) Ok, this is--
TIM
You wanna go to nursing school?
EMILY
I’ve told you that like twenty times!
TIM inhales to respond
KATE
Tim, please.
TIM decides not to speak
EMILY
Oh come on! Why don’t you ever stick up for yourself!
TIM
Ok fine! I will stick up for myself! I think you’re a bitch! (EMILY gasps) I think you’re bad at your job and you’re a bad friend. (She gasps again) And I think you’d be a bad nurse.
KEVIN
I think I should get the money.
KATE
Oh my god (She crosses her arms and puts one hand over her face)
KEVIN
I smoke like four packs a day. What if I got lung cancer?
EMILY
I bet that’s the first time you’ve ever asked yourself that question.
KEVIN
Hey!
The room erupts into overlapping arguments. Actors should ad lib their own grievances. KATE is irritated but knows yelling will only add to the ruckus. She thinks for a moment, then walks over to the light switch and starts rapidly flipping the lights off and on. The employees become confused and slowly cease their arguing. They all look at KATE.
KATE
God, I knew that would work. You’re all like a bunch of birds! Listen, there’s a woman that comes into this store every day. Her name is Donna. You’ve all rung her up. Her brother had a stroke and he’s in the hospital and they’re not sure if he’s gonna be alright and she doesn’t know how she’s gonna pay the medical bills. And you know what? If this ticket won the lottery, we still wouldn’t give the money to her. Because she doesn’t deserve it.
EMILY
What the fuck, Kate?
MATT
So you think you deserve it?
KATE
NO! Of course I don’t deserve it. And neither do you!
MATT
So who does?
KATE
Nobody! It’s the lottery! Nobody deserves to win the lottery. It shouldn’t exist at all, just like none of us should have to be here every day. The whole system is rigged against us. This is just a dumb game I made up so that we could all survive. Once a week. Once a week we all remind ourselves that if we really wanted to change our lives we could. And then for the rest of the week we can all earn a paycheck not doing it.
There is a long pause as everyone considers KATE’s statement.
EMILY
(Hesitantly) So it’s...like an office holiday party?
KATE
Yeah it's. Yeah.
Beat
TIM
You guys know the guy who comes in every Tuesday and buys a lampshade? And then the next week he brings it back in so he can exchange it for a different lampshade? And he just does that like over and over again every week? Roger? Beat. (He starts to smile. Starting to laugh on the next line) I think he deserves it.
Everyone begins to laugh slightly
KATE
(Laughing still) Why him?
TIM
(Laughing more) I don’t know he just needs something. That guy’s not ok.
The laughter builds with each line
EMILY
(Laughing) What about that guy that always comes in asking if we have any copies of that one Adam Sandler movie?
MATT
(Laughing) Oh Click!
TIM
(Near tears at this point) He gets so mad when we say no!
EMILY
(Struggling to breathe) I think we should give it to him.
KATE
You mean the guy or Adam Sandler?
Everyone is beside themselves with laughter by this point, completely unable to continue for several moments. Banging fists on the table, clapping, etc. KEVIN laughs like an old prospector. Finally everyone settles down enough to continue the meeting.
KATE
Ok…we still need to...we still need to vote.
EMILY
Tim.
MATT
Tim.
KEVIN
Tim.
TIM
(Giggling slightly) Roger.
Everyone lets out one last small laugh.
KATE
Alright. Looks like Tim has it. 
She applauds gently and everyone else follows suit. 
Emily can you look up the numbers for last week.
EMILY
She has already taken out her phone to look up the numbers 
I’m on it.
KATE
Everyone! 
She gestures like she is conducting an orchestra to begin, then digs into her pocket and pulls out a different lottery ticket.
Everyone drums on the table, stopping when EMILY begins reading off the numbers. KATE looks at the ticket from last week.
EMILY
Fourteen! Forty-Seven! Fifty-Four! 
Everyone looks at KATE who is maintaining a flawless poker face 
Fifty-Five! Sixty-Eight! Twenty-Five!
They continue to look expectantly at KATE. Beat. KATE’s face turns to amazement.
KATE
Wow...(Beat) Not a single one.
Blackout
END OF PLAY.
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🎞️ Confessions 🎞️
      “Yer said ya want ta talk?”
      Scarlet lowered her head. Even though the waitress had just delivered their food, Scarlet’s appetite had completely disappeared, replaced by a sinking pit in her stomach. Part of her wished he would have waited to ask until after dinner—this was likely to be one of the last dinners they shared, and she didn’t want it to be filled with negative emotions. She took a deep breath, then broke the news.
      “Yes. My internship is finishing at the end of this month.”
      The statement was met with confusion. Shouldn’t that have been a happy announcement, the Conductor thought? “Congrats, but… what’s the catch?”
      Scarlet clenched her hands together tightly beneath the table. It took her a minute to gather her courage before speaking. “I… I-I haven’t found an apartment to move into. Every place I’ve found is really expensive.” Her beak clicked. “I-I asked the other girls at my internship about rooming together, but…”
      The Conductor’s shoulders fell. “They said no.”
      Scarlet shied away, offering the smallest nod. “Blake and Jasmine are going in together and Lila is moving in with some friends.” God, she felt so embarrassed for having to confess this to him. He likely made more money than he knew what to do with. Having to associate with someone who could barely make ends meet…
      “I’m… so sorry ta hear that, Scarlet.”
      “I-It’s fine.” She lied. “I-I mean, I’ve been looking into apartments on the outskirts of the city. They’re a bit cheaper. I can afford those ones…” At least, for a while. She’d been saving up since her internship started, but even with the money in the savings, she’d likely be living paycheck to paycheck, living on nothing but bread and water. “B-but they’re quite a bit far away from the studio and the train station.”
      At first, the Conductor didn’t say anything. Scarlet could feel the lump in her throat getting larger with each passing second that the silence lingered between them. When his hands rested on the table, her heart began to accelerate. “Scarlet, I think yer a strong an’ independent woman. I don’t doubt that fer a second.” His brow furrowed. “But… I can’t believe ya when ya say yer gonna be fine.”
      Scarlet couldn’t even fake a smile. She averted her eyes. She should have known he’d see right through her lie.
      “Yer wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation wit’ me if ya were fine. It would just mean us havin’ ta travel a lil’ further ta see each other, but the way yer talkin’… Yer makin’ it sound like we’re ne’er gonna see each other again.”
      He’d seen through her façade. She had no way of responding to his argument—he was right, and she wasn’t sure what she could say to convince him otherwise. She didn’t want him to grow any more attached… not when the fear of leaving the country was looming over her head. She loved him so much, and she knew he loved her, too. That was exactly why she didn’t want him to become stuck with someone he’d likely never see again. All she wanted was for him to be happy, even if that meant having to let him go.
      “Scarlet.” The Conductor pulled the chair around to the side of her, taking her hand in his. Feeling his soft feathers touching hers put her on the verge of tears. No… she didn’t want to give this up. She wanted this man all for herself… but she couldn’t hold him hostage and keep him from happiness.  Why was he making this so difficult?
      “I know this might be presumptuous o’ me ta ask, but…” He gave her hand a light squeeze. “Would ya be willin’ ta move in wit’ me?”
      Scarlet’s eyes immediately shot up, looking at him. “Wh-what?”
      “I know it’s forward, an’ I understand if ya don’t want ta, but…” He lifted her wing up. “I’m scared o’ losin’ ya, Scarlet. Yer unlike any bird I’ve ever seen.”
      The snowy owl began to tremble. She wanted to immediately jump on the offer, to scream ‘yes’ and leave everything else behind. A part of her had been secretly hoping he’d offer… Yet she was too scared to say anything in fear of coming off as a freeloader. “I-I would love to, but… I-I can’t afford to split the rent.” The Conductor lived in a loft in one of the high-end districts of the city, where the monthly rent was several thousand pons a month. She was struggling to make enough to afford a five hundred pon rent price.
      “Don’t worry about the rent.” He gave her hand another light squeeze. “I’ve already been able ta support meself wit’ that rent. What’s havin’ one more person there gonna matter?”
      “But… It doesn’t feel right. I can’t just have you support me without me having any way to repay you back.”
      “Then yer can just pay me in whatever ways ya want an’ we’ll leave it at that. Yer can pay whatever price ya can afford, or yer can pay by doin’ house chores—whatever works best fer ya. I just—!” He choked on his words, then lowered his head. “Scarlet… I love ya. I want ta be yer boyfriend. I know it’s incredibly forward, but—I cannae give up on ya. I don’t want ta give up on ya.”
      Every word out of his mouth was making it harder and harder for her to retain her composure. She wanted to say something—anything—but the lump in her throat had her vocal cords completely silenced.
      The Conductor lifted his head back up, his eyes locking with hers. “I’ve known ya long enough to know where yer tryin’ ta take the conversation. I cannae let ya give up on everythin’ ya’ve been workin’ so hard fer. Ya said it yerself: Bein’ a graphic designer was yer dream. That’s why ya took yer internship out here instead o’ somewhere closer ta yer home—ya wanted ta design posters an’ ads out in the big city.” A determined look briefly replaced his worried one. “I’m nae gonna let ya return home before ya’ve seen that dream ta the end.”
      God, it was times like these that reminded her of why she fell in love in the first place. That big heart in his chest that was always going out of its way to make sure she was happy… She didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with the same person again and again, but every time he kept proving her wrong.
      “Scarlet, please… Will ya move in wit’ me… An’… Would ya be me girlfriend?”
      “Yes.” She finally got it out. She could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. She wanted to scream it louder, but her anxieties were holding her back. “Both. Please.”
      The Conductor’s anxious expression quickly turned to relief at her answer. He took the wing in his hand and brought it close, giving it a light kiss. “Thank ya…” He held it for a second longer before releasing her hand. He gently put his own on her shoulder. “Aye, d’ya need ta go ta the bathroom ta calm down?”
      “N-no, I’ll be fine.” She picked up her fork. “I-I’m just… I-I think if I eat something I’ll feel better.” She looked up to him. “Th-thank you… for helping me out.”
      “It’s no problem.” He moved his chair back over across the table, picking up his own fork. “Let’s eat before our food gets cold…”
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      After leaving the restaurant, the two owls left hand in hand. The Conductor refused to let go of Scarlet’s hand, knowing full-well that she was still trying to absorb everything that was happening. Even though the burden was now off her shoulders, she still looked very distressed, and he didn’t want her to feel alone for even a second.
      As they waited at the bus stop, the Conductor looked up towards the sky. It was such a beautiful evening. Clear skies, full moon… it was a shame that the stars weren’t around. They always looked so beautiful back at his childhood home. The next time he visited his parents, he was going to have to bring her along to show her the beautiful view—
      Out of nowhere, Scarlet suddenly flung her entire weight onto him. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, a sudden, loud wail leaving the smaller owl. There was no hesitation from him as he returned the embrace, quietly nuzzling her as she cried into his shoulder. It seemed the stress of everything that was going on had finally caught up to her. He gently rubbed her back, chanting quietly into her ear tuft, “Let it out, Scarlet. Let it out.”
      She spent a good several minutes unleashing her emotions in the agonizing cries she let out. It had gotten some looks from passerby’s, but they were mindful enough to leave the couple alone. When the cries had finally died down and the snowy owl raised her head, the Conductor pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed away at her sodden eyes. “Yer feelin’ better?” He asked with a soft smile.
      “A lot better.” Scarlet leaned her weight into him. “Thank you for all of the help… and I’m sorry I tried to call things off between us.”
      The Conductor gingerly brushed the feathers on her face back. “Don’t worry about it. Water under the bridge.”
      Her wings clenched his jacket tightly. “You saw right through my lie. You were right.” She sniffled. “I wasn’t fine. The apartments I mentioned… Even the cheap ones... they were still going to be too much for me to afford. My plan… my plan was to gamble and pray that I would get enough revenue for commissions to continue living there. I have enough saved up for three months’ rent, but… without my internship to advertise me, I had to hope that the old clients I had would either pay me again for more work or would put word out about me so that I could start making more money than I do now.” She let out a small grunt. “It’s so hard to get your name out there without someone backing you up.”
      “Scarlet…”
      “A-and you were right… If I didn’t make ends meet, I was going to have to move back to Sub-Zero Central. I’d likely never get to work for any more movie or TV shows ever again.” She was beginning to tear up again. “A-A-As soon as I realized I wasn’t going to be able to afford living out here, I got this horrible pit in my stomach!” She hugged him tighter. “I-I-I-If I had to move back to Sub-Zero, I’d never get to see you again! That m-m-made me feel worse than anything else!” As soon as another tear rolled down her feathery cheek, the Conductor once again pulled the handkerchief to her eyes to catch them. “I-I-I love you so much… A-a-a-all I want is for you to be happy… b-but I can’t do that if I’m thousands of miles away from you! It hurt so much to think of you with another girl… but it hurt just as bad to imagine you never finding your happiness because I kept you locked up in a long-distance relationship! S-So I was going to plan to call things off!”
      “Scarlet, ya could have asked me ta let ya move in wit’ me from the get-go.”
      “I-I-I thought about it, b-b-but… I…”
      The Conductor pressed his beak up against her cheek. “Yer were worried about me thinkin’ yer were usin’ me.” He knew as soon as he’d asked that that was the answer she was going to give. She’d been doing it since they met, avoiding asking him for things because of that fear lingering in the back of her mind. He understood where she was coming from—he was becoming a celebrity, especially now after netting his third movie award in a row. He had to be careful with who he associated with nowadays. Sure there were plenty of people out there who were far more famous than him, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t people out there ready to wring him for his fame and then leave him dry. He knew Scarlet wasn’t one of them, though. Scarlet was always going out of her way to show that she loved the owl, not the celebrity.
      Scarlet gave a meek nod. “I-I’m sorry… I should have trusted you from the beginning. I’m sorry…”
      “Don’t worry about it, Scarlet. Like I said, it’s water under the bridge.” He gave her a light kiss on the beak. “Here, if it’s not too much trouble ta ask, why don’t ya stay wit’ me tonight?” He began to lightly rub her arm. “I don’t think it’s a good idea fer ya ta be alone tonight.”
      Scarlet looked up, her damp eyes meeting his. She gave one last sniffle. “Y-you don’t mind?”
      “If I did, I wouldn’t be offerin’.” He tucked away his handkerchief.
      Scarlet finally gave a warm smile. “Th-then I would love to, Sweetheart…” She visibly twitched, her feathers puffing out slightly. “S-sorry, I should ask before giving nicknames…”
         The Conductor chuckled. “Nae, yer fine.” He nuzzled her once again, inciting a giggle from the other. “So long as I get ta call ya ‘Sweetheart’ too.”
      “Hee hee!” She gently nuzzled him back. “Alright. It’s a deal...”
      “… Thank you…”
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