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weirdmorefics · 7 months

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Hello, hope your doing well. Could you do a Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader and she gets overwhelmed at a ball which makes her she zones in/out and Anthony plus the family are really worried because they’ve never seen her like this before? Have a good day/night 💙

A/N- I am doing okay just turned 21 woot. (even tho I hate birthdays because they equal change.)

Pronouns- She/Her

Warnings- Anxiety, Shutdowns, Dissociation,

Word Count- 825

Summary- Basically what the ask says

Life Preserver

This ball was particularly loud and crowded, I don't think I had ever seen so many people in my life before let alone all in the same room. Every noise felt weighted I could hear the clink of every dish, the misstep of every dance, the clink of every heeled shoe. I wonder if this is a normal event for Anthony. I grew up in a small village and only came to London for my introduction to society. I can't say I am used to events like this but it certainly did not seem so crowded at my coming out.

Anthony had been coming and going conversing with others. I felt much like the odd one out. Yes, I wore the clothes and I am married to a wonderful man but I still feel like that country girl who shouldn't be here, especially with this huge crowd. I fiddled with the seams of my gown and searched the crowd for any of the Bridgertons but they all seemed involved in one activity or another. I lingered by the table of pastries and cakes as if I could blend into the wall behind them like a chameleon.

Others tried to introduce themselves to me because I was now a Bridgerton. I had never had a status like this before I was a nobody in my town. Yes, I love Anthony but I do not love the popularity that comes with being his wife. I would respond with a smile that did not meet my eyes and a handshake. It felt like Anthony had left me for hours but I think reality it was only a few minutes.

Anthony arrived back with his mother and sister Daphne. I felt relieved to see their familiar faces but I still felt like was not in my own body.

Anthony looked concerned at my vacant eyes and put a hand to my shoulder, "Are you okay darling?"

I smile and tilt my head to try to act oblivious like I am strong like I should be, "I am fine."

My husband clearly sees through my ruse because concern seems to grow even more and his sister furrowed her eyebrows.

"You don't seem like yourself Y/n," Daphne says her tone full of worry.

I blink my eyes tight trying to come up with a convincing lie but nothing seems to come to mind. I feel so far away like my mind is off swimming in the Atlantic but my physical body is stuck here at a ball. A normal ball! Why can't I just be normal or at least act normal? If not for me at least for my darling Anthony.

Anthony taps my shoulder breaking me from my intense thought spiral. I finally make eye contact with Anthony, and his eyes look full of worry, making me feel even worse for interrupting the festivities.

He wraps his arm around my waist, "I think she needs some air. If you will excuse us." He does not wait for any response and guides me to the garden.

Once the cold night air hits my face, I feel like I can finally breathe even though I wasn't holding my breath to begin with.

"Darling, what is the matter? Are you ill?" Anthony grabs my face and presses his lips to my forehead, "no fever."

I suck my bottom lip trying to prevent the tears that I know are coming soon.

" I am fine Anthony. I am so sorry for worrying you so much," I try to wave him off.

"There is no way you could convince me you are well Y/n. I have never seen your eyes so vacant before," before I can look sad about that comment he quickly grabs my hands and holds them tightly. "You are always so full of life your eyes are like looking into the sun, they are my favorite thing about you! We will not be leaving this garden until you tell me what is wrong."

I sigh, I can't avoid not telling him my feelings because he truly will stay here all night his stubbornness is admirable but also utterly a nuisance. "I am just not used to events like this… I don't think I have ever seen so many people in one room. I-I really did not want to disappoint you. I truly tried my best but I felt like I was drowning."

Anthony brushes my cheek with his hand, "Darling I wish you would have told me. You could never disappoint me you are always my life preserver from my disobeying siblings to calming me from my anger. Let me be your life preserver to your drowning seas."

The tears that I have been holding in finally come out as I take a deep breath, " I will let you be my life preserver if I will always still be yours."

"Always," he smiles and places a chaste kiss on my lips.

#anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n

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rwrbmovie · 8 months

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BTS of #RWRBMovie: 'z' in your last name

TZP via HOLA:

Clifton Collins Jr., who plays my father in the film, was amazing. I knew of him. I’d seen his projects, but we’d never crossed paths before. And then we met and we just got along, thick as thieves. And he’s like an OG Mexican from Los Angeles which was so colorful. He made it feel like there was family on set. Same with Matthew being Puerto Rican. Their influences help you get into that vibe, and then you do the scene and it’s wonderful. You really bring that accuracy to it.

There’s a line in the film when Alex and Henry are in Paris, and Henry asks him a question about his mom’s campaign, and Alex starts telling him about his father and his abuela coming to the States. The line is something like “If you’re an immigrant in America and you have a ‘Z’ in your last name, there’s a lot of people in positions of power that don’t look and sound like you. I’ve been given the opportunity to be someone in the world that my father didn’t see when he was growing up.” As someone with two ‘Zs’ in his last name (laughs), that was a tough scene for me because I had to be there as Alex and not as Taylor. It was very emotional to think of my family and what they went through to come to the United States. Even though they came here a long time ago, you still think about all of the people that are coming to America today and about all of their stories. Alex realizes that his father didn’t have any role models growing up and now he’s a congressman. That fuels his fire to be the change. That was so exciting for me.

From NYT:

For both Zakhar Perez and the director, the character Alex’s biracial identity was particularly meaningful. López grew up in Panama City, Fla., with his Puerto Rican father and Polish Russian mother, while Zakhar Perez is of Mexican, Middle Eastern and Mediterranean descent and was raised in northwest Indiana, where he said there was only one other Mexican family. “Matthew and I talked a lot about the mestizo journey,” Zakhar Perez said in a video call before SAG-AFTRA, the actor’s union, went on strike. “Being part Mexican, part lots of other things, I don’t want to say you’re forgotten, but in today’s world, it’s like, you’re either this or you’re that. There’s nothing in between. I’m kind of a cultural chameleon.” “As a young Latiné queer man, I never read something that centered someone like Alex,” López said, echoing his star. “If I had been presented with this character when I was in my late teens, early 20s, it may have changed how I thought about myself.”

From Windy City Times:

Was the part about having a Z in your last name personal or the book? ML: It was personal. That was about me and Taylor. It came from a conversation that Taylor and I had when making the film.

From Metro Weekly:

Alex has a line about grow ing up in Texas as a kid with a last name that ends with Z, which is I guess something else you can relate to, Florida style. ML: And Taylor Zakhar Perez also. Taylor and I talked about that scene a lot as being something that we both understood. My aunt Priscilla Lopez is a beloved, beloved stage actor. She was in the original cast of A Chorus Line. And there's a story that she tells about Mandy Gonzalez, who was in In the Heights with her, and Mandy once told Priscilla that Priscilla made it okay for her to be someone with a Z in her last name. And that was a thing that Taylor and I spent a lot of time discussing as well. It was important to me that that scene be in the movie. There was never a chance in hell that that scene was ever getting cut.

From Teen Vogue:

TV: One of my favorite parts is when they’re in Paris, and Alex talks about being a young person of color coming up from Texas and not seeing anybody who looked like himself or his dad in politics, and Henry’s response to that simply being: “I’m learning.” I don’t know if you were in the theater for that one, but half the crowd was like, awwwww. ML: Yeah, I was for that. TV: I’m married to a white man, and I was like, that is the perfect thing a white man can say in that situation. ML: I’m married to a white man, too. Speaking as someone who is a person of color married to a white man: that’s like the ultimate thing you ever want your white boyfriend or husband or partner to say. That’s it. “I’m learning.”

ML via THR:

There’s a scene in the movie that is very much me, which I gave Taylor after they’ve had sex for the first time. They’re there in pillow talk mode, and he tells Henry about what it’s like to be the son of an immigrant with a Z in your last name. It was really important to me to talk about growing up with a Z in your last name and even just how our names are pronounced, the spellings of our names sometimes if you have Latin ancestry. To have to answer for your name has always been something for me that I struggled with until I stopped struggling with it. So, I needed to put that into Alex’s story and when it came time to shoot that scene again, it was something I didn’t have to explain to Taylor Zakhar Perez. He got it instantly. The only thing that I did screw him up with is like, “We’re going to do this [scene] as a oner, and we’re going to do it as a top shot that starts in a wide shot and comes all the way down to your face, and we’re not going to leave this scene until you get it right in one.”

#rwrb movie #rwrbedit #red white and royal blue #rwrbsource #taylor zakhar perez #matthew lopez #alex claremont diaz #tzp #*#rwrb bts #rwrbbts #my gifs

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fancylala4 · 3 months

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Honestly I am more sad and disappointed about the Ariana Grande thing(s) than anything else. Because Ariana is a celebrity that I really wish I could like. There's this TikTok where a white guy says he doesn't revel in the fact that Nicki Minaj is a bad person because he used to love her and defend her in middle school. And that's exactly how I feel about Ariana. I never "stanned" her nor was I ever a big fan of her(Melanie Martinez, Marina and the Diamonds, and Halsey were more my speed growing up), but I used to really admire her a lot for the feminist stances in her music(such as God is a Woman/Bang Bang/Don't Call Me Angel) and in real life(like that one makeup vs cell phone interview she had) and how outspoken she was about them. And also her body positivity because she was proud of her sexuality while also being very slender and not having any curves, and as someone who is also flat and curveless it made me happy to see that. But when I found out that she was a race chameleon all of that flew out the window, and now she is also an adulteress and even wrote an entire song about how she doesn't accept criticism for her actions and is proud of what she did.

Also back when I admired her for the reasons listed above i thought she was a brown Latina, meaning in addition to all of the above I embraced her as a woman of color like me. But really she's just white and racefishing. It infuriates me that people continue to give her the benefit of the doubt to this day just because they like her songs or because she has an amazingly beautiful voice, or because she has an "innocent" girl vibe(which just reeks of "white women are inherently innocent while woc aren't", because no one ever says this shit about women of color). And I hate how rancid and hostile her cult of personality is. Like seriously, girlypops. Do better. There are so many better and more talented female singers that you could be stanning instead. Just go listen to them instead of Miss Yes, And? Aside from how terribly she was treated/sexualized under D*n Schn*ider, I have no sympathy for her. 🙅🏾‍♀️

I agree with everything you said. I was a big fan of her first album and I still listen to it. But after she started to do brown face and copying other black artists songs and looks, I started to dislike her. It just reminds of those white artists like Christina and Miley who take black culture and aesthetics just to rebel against their innocence image. When they are done with that, they go back to their old image. Which is exactly what Ariana did. She has blonde hair and no tan now. Which is funny because her stans were yelling that she was dark because she’s Italian (which never made sense because she was always pale).

The homewreaking she did was enough to turn most of the public against her and that trash ass song she wrote just shows us how vile she is. Of course her stans will defend her no matter what. They defended her when she licked those donuts and defended her changing her race every year. They will also go after anyone who is critical of her. They are just like Nicki stans.

#asks #anti ariana grande

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wings-of-waffles · 3 days

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Oh my god, you're THE AUTHOR of that one Mastermind x Chameleon fic on ao3! I'm a huge fan of your work, but I don't have an ao3 account, plus they disabled commenting, but I just wanna say that I'm a huge fan! Keep up the good work! Also, though I've personally never really put relations on the island for Stonemover in my headcanons (makes him more sad lonely British orphan coded to me), I personally am *loving* your idea of Stonemover and Mastermind being brothers. Just a worried older brother faced with so much after they found out about his animus magic and how people on the island whispered of his future madness and how he should be avoided, and the younger, nerdier brother who never fit in due to his nerdiness, and the older just wants to look out for the younger... Though I think I recall Mastermind mentioning in your fic that they grew apart? I'm not sure how you envisioned it, but after reading your fic, I really thought about maybe Stonemover returning to the island, only to see Mastermind gaining some success and he has Farsight and Mastermind claims that they're having a dragonet, while he remains convinced that his own romance can never work out, and then that's when Stonemover decides to leave the island, because he thinks that Mastermind no longer needs him? It'll sure be a doozy if they ever reunite. Maybe they'll figure out how to use the telephone? Maybe Sunny and Starflight will suddenly find out about each other's fathers being related? Anyway, sorry for the ramble, but I think that your ideas are really cool!

FIrstly, thank you thank you thank you!! This ask made me so happy to read, I'm so glad you like my stuff!! And now I'm going to ramble back at you because this stuff has been stuck inside my head for so long and I need to get it out!

And about some of what you said-- yes, Mastermind and Stonemover do grow apart, and some of it is some kind of rivalry, but it's also kind of two sided? Like Stonemover is jealous of his brother being able to do just do all this stuff he was never particularly good at, while Mastermind is a bit jealous of Stonemover not seeming to have to try to do things for the tribe since he just has it in his talons (and also he's a bit salty about his brother breaking the laws of physics and sometimes drives himself a little bonkers trying to come up with scientific explanations for feats of animus magic), and they both don't understand why the other seems to be suffering, even though it's the same reason: ludicrous expectations and severe overwork.

Now, about Farsight and Thorn and all that, although it's definitely an interesting angle, I do personally prefer to sideline it just a bit. Like Stonemover knows his brother has a girlfriend, but not much else, and Mastermind thinks it's a bit funny that Stonemover keeps hanging out in the desert, but hey you can see the sun there, and he's not one to judge. They can freak about them both having children around the same age later when they reunite and feel bad for not paying attention to each other and their struggles more.

Oh yeah their reunion! It is, as you put it, a doozy. Provided nothing changes, it should happen in chapter twenty-one of my current longfic. [(Re)Building Bridges, the one "I had a brother once..." was impatiently spun off from.] It takes that long because Stonemover can't really use a phone from where he's stuck to the floor, and Mastermind never told anybody except for Chameleon about his dead brother, and he doesn't tell anybody else about his dead brother (at least not by name), and so nobody realises they're related until M & C end up down at JMA for plot reasons.

So yeah! Mastermind is horrified by the fact that his brother felt the need to turn himself to stone and feels terrible about it, and then he has to tell him about the RainWing experiments and his intense moral failing and every other terrible thing that happened to him after Stonemover left. Then they have a mutual moment of understanding when Stonemover explains how he was forced to do *something* bad with his animus magic (I haven't decided on what yet) that pushed him over the edge and prompted him to leave, although it's really not the same they can still sympathize. There is lots of screaming, and crying, and Mastermind is kind of mad his brother was practically left to die in a cave after doing this to himself even after others fell out because somebody needs to be, and they find a way to keep in touch and promise they won't ever fall apart or resent each other ever again.

Meanwhile everybody else, who were preoccupied in the plot reasons, is confused as all hell as to why those two (Mastermind especially) are acting that way and Chameleon is like "oh yeah that's his dead brother" and then everybody else freaks out but differently because 1. even though there's no classes right now, they had a bit of a situation going on in their school 2. two of them just got surprise cousin'd 3. oh yeah also this weird green rainwing is here too 4. they still have plot reasons to deal with and finally 5. oh moons there are way too many things going on at once!! It's a whole situation, but the brothers reunite and they stop crying eventually and it's fine. :)

So yeah thanks for the ask, I'm glad you liked my work, and sorry for rambling a poorly formatted essay at you lol. <3

#wings of fire #wof #ask #mastermind wof #stonemover wof #i feel bad for dumping this wall of text on the tags but at the same time i am not letting ramblings of this magnitude go untagged #text post

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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what companions would be furries (+ what kind of animal they'd be)

Cait; Incredible trauma. Substance abuse. Questionable employment. This woman already is a furry in canon, Todd just didn't think it relevant to bring up. Not quite hardcore, but not a casual either. She has art and goes to conventions, but she's not getting a suit. There are a lot of good choices for a fursona, but I'm leaning towards a wolverine. They're small and they're fucking terrifying. Those bitches kill bears. They weigh about 30 lbs, give or take. Y'know what else is 30 lbs, give or take? A COCKER SPANIEL. Huge Cait energy.

Codsworth; Would not be a furry, but would find it endearing. Y'know, the same reaction an adult has as a child talks about their wolf roleplay during recess? "I am very confused but at least you have friends and fun, tell me more!" Robot Codsworth's fursona is an octopus, and a synth/human Codsy is a bird. Like...maybe an owl, or something similarly rounded/soft in shape. Think Owl from Winnie the Pooh.

Curie; She's a furry, not a Furry. She's not going to any conventions, and probably isn't drawing her fursona or commissioning art. Its likely she uses it to, like, educate children, like as a mascot for her clinic or something. Same situation as Codsy, two fursonas for her two different bodies. The synth body, that there is a mouse. Cute and very important to scientific discoveries, despite being often disregarded and more often, abused in the field. The Ms. Nanny bot fursona is a blue-ringed octopus, specifically.

Danse; Not a furry. Would find it very strange if it was explained to him, and would assume it was something kids do. Would be visibly disturbed if explained that, no, this is actually more of a teen-to-adult space. If he looks it up later and finds Certain Things, you will be receiving the bill for his next anti-depressants. However, entirely possible he is a closeted furry and has yet to realize this about himself. I'm leaning toward a bull? Bull-headed, obviously, but also, down to earth, reliable, et cetera...it fits his character.

Deacon; KING OF THE FURRIES. Has multiple fursuits, all homemade. Commissions every artist he can find, every Twitter furry artist has him on their waitlist. Does not half-ass his furriness. This man is the furry you only hear about, the one with all the art and custom costumes and all the money to throw at his hobby. His fursonas are plentiful and ever changing, but his favorite one? A chameleon, with holographic, reflective, ever-changing scales.

Gage; would not be a furry. Well aware of what it is due to exposure to Mason. Wouldn't have been into it even if his introduction wasn't him and his crew. He gets the idea, it's just that the idea is weird as fuck. He's a grown man and he has people to scam and/or murder. Obviously, Gage would be an iguana. They have a ridge and a naturally gruff, bored expression. And the skin texture is about the same, too.

Hancock; another casual furry. Its likely he was introduced to it and brought in by someone else, and just kinda stuck around. There are two options as to what he'd be. 1; a sphinx cat. He's lanky, the skin matches, he has some kitty-like traits. The big eyes are a huge part here. 2; sloth. He's a very chill dude, he's always high (sloths getting high is currently contested but the demeanor fits) and despite being very small and not outwardly threatening, is very capable of fucking you up (sloths will use their MASSIVE FUCKING CLAWS for defense).

MacCready; Is a furry. His fursona is a weasel. This is so obvious i don't feel the need to defend or explain this. Look at him. He's a furry. The only interesting thing to say here is that Duncan would also grow up to be a furry. But Mac? He would be a hardcore furry if he had the money. Funds keep him a casual fan. If he did...would be worse than Deacon.

Nick; A first-gen furry. An elder furry. The very old man at the con who sees that you're lost and confused but trying very hard, with your furry 2008 emo paw gloves and your cat ear headband and painted on whiskers, and shows you around. Takes you under his wing (literally, as his fursona is a raven, obvi) and introduces you to various artists, suitmakers, other furries your age he'd think you'd get along with...this community would be in shambles without people like him. He's been here since the beginning and has seen it all, truly.

Piper; dabbled, couldn't get into it. She'd be a passersby, a visitor of a con but not a participator. Interested in the art of furrydom, the actual art and the suits, but as an outside observer. If Piper were an animal...a ferret, a squirrel, a possum, some kind of street-smart rodent. Something clever and tricky, that's always where its not supposed to be. For a wildcard, I could also see her as a bat of some kind.

Preston; not a furry and completely neutral to it. It doesn't interest him, but he doesn't find it weird, either. It's people LARPing as animals, people have been doing that ever since they evolved from animals. He gets it, he really does. Preston would like nothing more than to be a cat that does nothing but sleep and yell for attention. The cat life is peak existence for him. It's just that Preston is very literal, and the furry thing is more exaggerated. He doesn't want cat ears. He wants to not be a human anymore, please for the love of god—

X6-88; furry. A secret, dignified furry. A pretensious one. A gatekeepy one. This furry judges you if you don't have a suit. He has one. He doesn't wear it, it cost more than some houses, it stays in a glass case like a taxidermied trophy hunt. X6-88 is a furry. His fursona? A Doberman, because they were bred to protect asshole tax collectors, which fits with X6 being a courser. Tall, all sharp edges, an arresting glare, and very loyal and hardworking.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage #Codsworth #ada is a magpie and Longfellow is an angler fish #instead of a bulb angler!Longfellow has like. a beer bottle dangling

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its-me-vixen · 2 months

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I enjoyed talking to you about it, and you said you have more to say, so... elaborate on your kfp 4 rewrite? I've been living off seeing people try and fix this movie, and there's not NEARLY enough variants around. I'd love to hear more, especially since I'm not super well-versed in the franchise lore, specifically Tai Lung as a character.

OOh In that case bestie allow me, as someone who's hyperfixated on the series off and on, to ramble. This might be long becuase I'm justing wingin it lol

So Tai Lung as a character is introduced as basically Shifu's first adopted child, an orphan he took in to train in Kung Fu with the specific intent of making him into the Dragon Warrior. Oogway denied this, causing Shifu to abandon Tai Lung, forcing him out and causing his turn to evil after everything he had trained for his entire life was taken away from him.

This series of events is why Tigress (also an orphan Shifu took in) is raised much stricter, with an emphasis on a lack of feeling.

This also is Shifu's main character arc; the transition from thinking that everything he's done has earned him control over the future but realizing he is at the whims of the universe no matter how much he try's to change things. This is extremely contradictory to how he was presented in KP4 where he's suddenly encouraging Po to make his exact mistakes in KP1 all over again, with even less effort.

Back to Tai Lung - His entire life was consumed with the acquisition of the Dragon Warrior scroll, and the appointment of Po was at odds with everything he had ever believed about the way the world worked - that raw power and skill was all that mattered. Po defeats him of course, and send him to the spirit world.

In the events of the third movie, the chi of all Kung Fu masters in the spirit world is stolen to be used by General Kai, and we can assume Tai Lung was included in that, which would have been another defeat that could have pushed him further from that ideal still. I haven't thought this aspect all too much, but with the way they present the spirit world one could assume some character change and growth from the years he spent there. I think this would contribute to a growing sense of questioning things, along with rage at failing.

This growing feeling would be brought to the surface when Tai Lung is summoned much closer to the beginning of the movie, in an opening scene taking place on the night of the blood moon, or whatever allows the spell to happen. Tai Lung is not the first to be summoned, and witnesses specifically General Kai get absorbed - similar to yours, with no body remaining. The sequence could be made to parallel Kai's own ability to take the chi of others and turn them into Jade figures, maybe leaving them transfigured into some kind of object. I'm picturing that lovely golden tree palanquin, maybe they become the jewels. The process is through a specific item with a single task.

More exploration of the Chameleon as a Sorcerer would be very important. In this scene, Tai Lung would be the audience POV witnessing what's happening. He is powerless in the moment, to his increased and endless frustration, but something unrelated happens that allows him to escape mid-absorption. We don't clearly see who or how the spell is happening, its obscured and more esoteric. The vibe is much darker, in a visible sense.

He is left powerless, unable to remember or do any kung fu, and is forced with very little choice in how to recover his power at all. He has had some ability to observe Po from the afterlife, and knows that he is now well established as the Dragon Warrior, and that he is unfortunately the most powerful person, and thus the one capable of defeating this new evil. He is reluctant, but could have some interaction that sets him on the path, like getting shoved aside by someone now much stronger than him and seeing some kind of poster about Po.

The Dragon Warrior would be more popular in my version, if only like a bit of a Mascot. This guy has saved the capital, he found the lost city of the Pandas, people may not know exactly who he is, but they know the Dragon Warrior. In the first movie, there was merchandising for the Furious Five, so there certainly would be for Po, too.

Cut to Po kicking butt, devolving into a montage of battles that he handles well and gladly, happy in his routine, until there's another transition where he's entering the Jade Palace. Shifu is noticeably older, Po has some new visual changes to his design/outfit the imply more experience and maturity. He regards Shifu with respect before relaxing into his casual, comedic self. Shifu has actually found peace, more resembling Oogway in the first film, his arc has finished and he is enjoying a peaceful life.

The Furious Five has dispersed to create their own schools or take on more permanent responsibilities elsewhere, going where they're needed. Po has put off settling down in any way, and is used to being alone on missions, seeking adventure. He finds it difficult to stay in one place for long now that his world has opened up. His dads have that scene where he's late, he's often far from town these days.

Shifu has been trying to get him to stick around for longer stretches, telling him to teach classes.

(If we consider supplementary media, Po has already had storylines about being kind of pushed into being a teacher, I recommend Kung Fu Panda: The Paws of Destiny, so while that's an aspect of this I don't want it to be the central theme of his arc over the movie.)

Shifu announces to Po that he wants to step down and is naming Po as his successor, and suddenly there's a looming future where he becomes the Master of the Jade Palace instead of the Dragon Warrior.

Po has some kind of imagination sequence about becoming something he isn't, settling down, no longer being a warrior.

Shifu snaps him back to reality and encourages him to oversee a new crop of students, illustrating how there's nothing else that needs to be done. Po oversees a scene with auditioning students. Shifu is absent. He is very bored, antsy for the thrill of adventure, but being forced to let others handle it instead. In a parallel to the first movie, Tai Lung bursts into the courtyard in the middle of the proceedings, causing a full response from the guards, all shaken because they're watching a ghost collapse to the ground. Po jumps at the opportunity for something he perceives as a task only he can accomplish.

{I'm not a great comedy writer, so please assume there's also jokes and light-hearted air to this lol}

Po confronts Tai Lung in private (jail? I'm unsure, I wasn't into how they did that) wondering what the heck is going on. Coming back from the spirit world is a thing that's been established in this world, so he wouldn't bee too shocked I don't think? He'd also be defensively cocky because he's beat this guy before, but seeing Tai Lung's actual state would defuse the tension. Po gains a feeling of sympathy for him.

Tai Lung tells him about a new, growing evil, and that no matter how much he hates it, if he wants to regain his power and return to the spirit world, he needs Po's help. They leave for Juniper City. The journey actually matters this time around, illustrating the growth of their connection, while the dynamic is similar to the journey in the film. Po is overly friendly in the eyes of the pissed off, exhausted Tai Lung, pushing his boundaries. Po is wired and a little stressed, deflecting with a manic energy. Tai Lung is jumpy and snaps often now that he feels powerless. Po offers to help him re-learn, but is quickly shot down, and so circumvents it by acting like he's casually "practicing" things. Eventually Tai Lung would have to ask a question and they would make progress forward. Tai Lung would have been clinging to the idea that he was the best and needed to get HIS power back, and that nothing Po did could be anywhere near as good, being very stubborn etc but Po would casually wear him down. They make genuine progress by the end of the sequence.

Po has a vision about the villain, and the consequences of their plans going unchecked during the last night. There is a moment where Tai Lung shows concern for Po - some kind of emotional connection. They're both awkward about it lol

When they approach the border of the city they have some kind of encounter with a citizen who gets terrified or something? Something that makes it so they have to lay very low, perhaps they're wanted, perhaps the rumor of the ghost of the formidable villain Tai Lung has been haunting the countryside. They end up in a situation where they are saved by Zhen - a fast-talking street thief of Juniper City. Also not Awkwafina lol

Tai Lung is suspicious of the fox, but Po sings the praises of helping others in need and putting good out into the world. He's still trying to be more eloquent with creating proverbs over the course of the movie, but doesn't notice saying decent ones when he isn't trying.

Zhen leads them to the underground crime syndicate place and listens incredulously as Po overshares about their goals. She says that if something like that was going down in Juniper City, she'd know about it! Tai Lung describes the place he remembers escaping from, its the palace (much less dramatic but still heavily fortified). Zhen tells them that they'll need her help to get in.

Other denizens of the underground avoid her and ignore Po, making a few scared reactions to Tai Lung. There is gossipy, nervous whispering. Time passes, Zhen has befriended Po with food and conversation. They even have a small, genuine moment of connection over something while Zhen explains their approach.

The group invades the castle.

Zhen is taken out early and encourages the others to go on without her.

They encounter the Chameleon, we get a reveal of them. I would redesign the Chameleon to be a more shadowy figure, literally, with a constantly shifting appearance in some way. A normal chameleon in this world would be able to shift colors but would otherwise look fairly simple. They are hurt by the world, and feel abandoned and isolated. There is emphasis on how their sorcery has changed them, physically and mentally. I'd also like them more androgynous as a personal choice. They are menacing and formidable, their own guards abandoning the fight as soon as magic kicks up. This is the big, flashy, gorgeous fight scene.

Tai Lung is incapacitated via sorcery. The ability to take any shape is shown here, and the transition is much more complete. Po faces the Chameleon on his own, and it's more of a draw than a defeat. He is thrown off by the mental aspect of recognizing the Masters, Chameleon fumbling with a lack of practice at these new powers. They experience joy at the intense power at their disposal. I think the Chameleon should also be a bit more mentally unstable. There's monologuing where we learn that The Chameleon's goal is to absorb Po, China's strongest warrior, and take over China. There's some kind of dialogue like,

"No Kung Fu Master could ever defeat me!"

Po gets trapped, and is saved by a self-sacrificial move from Tai Lung, forcing his escape through the floor.

Po is alone and ends up back in the underground, feeling like a failure as a leader, projecting the feeling on his running away from his responsibilities. There would be hints of his self-doubt and deflection prior.

The dads' storyline is fine, I love them, best pairing in the whole series tbh. I'd probably just shift it so they end up also in the underground, maybe feeding all the criminals haha

Po meets up with them there, feeling supported by their presence and encouragement, some kind of scene where they help him see his worth and continued potential. Po rises to the challenge of being a leader, rallying the criminals together, and having a comical scene where they all show off their various skills, and Po has to come up with a plan that uses their skills that aren't Kung Fu, the only option is to try something new.

They pull off an infiltration, the group emerging back into the throne/ritual room, there's combat, it's comical and creative. Po finds a restrained Zhen, and is happy to see her until she begins to lose her form - Zhen was always The Chameleon.

{Adored your idea for that so don't mind if I use some inspiration here!!}

A more chaotic fight ensues, everyone coming together to conquer the Chameleon with their unique gifts and new things they practiced that were explored prior. Po has a realization regarding how skills aren't exclusively useful in their original contexts.

The fight sequence ends with the item for the absorption being used against the Chameleon, while also releasing all of the previous victims, and restoring their powers. They also begin unsummoning, Tai Lung taking the item now containing all of the sorcerer magic with him into the Spirit World. Po and Tai Lung have a moment of mutual respect before he goes.

The chameleon isn't sent into the Spirit World, but is instead offered a place at the Jade Palace by Po, offering to help them learn something new.

Po would return to his responsibilities, but also give them his own unique flair!! Time would pass and you'd see The Chameleon/Zhen growing into the better person they didn't think they could be. We get a bright ending showing hope for the future.

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Okay I feel batshit insane after spending like two solid hours on this??

2300+ words later and here I am lol I kept going back and revising to try and make the story beats and themeing consistent, but I haven't like, edited this with any consistency. So don't judge me if somethings don't quite make sense lol And god the pacing feels so off writing like this but hopefully it still makes sense????? Anyways. Thank you so much for asking what I would do, I had a blast thinking about this in detail!!

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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at the last dark hour, the sun will rise again

Ayato and Laito's occasional bedtime routine. (that's bait, it's just a bit of angst)

Haven't got the guts to call him up

Walk around as if you never cared in the first place

But if you never call, you'll end up stuck

Without another chance to tell him off right to his face

Although it was a fact that in between the triplets, Ayato and Laito were identical, some days nowhere felt more alien than under his striking green gaze.

He wasn’t some model older brother who knew his brother relied on him.

Yet he wondered when all was said and done; when the night passed and the sun crouched on the horizon, his blasted phone would go off, he’d let the missed call float away in the emptiness of the room, listening to the birds that occupied Subaru’s garden chirp their annoying greetings.

Then it rang again. Habits die hard.

When he picks up he never expects whom it may be, he’s learned his own couple of tricks over the years where he likes to imagine a face with a voice. The husky ones are brunettes with pretty hazel eyes, the soft ones have pin-straight hair, with the softest-looking cheeks he’s ever seen straight out of Kanato’s collection. Some high pitch red-head who wears shimmery lip gloss with endless legs, a blonde with her blowout all fucked up. Still, the eyes are the smartest grey he’s ever seen, and the pitiful hoarse voices with the nicest pair he’s ever seen with shiny black hair that hangs down to their waist - they never take his number when he offers whilst leaving.

The gruff ones where he knows there’s some pissed dude on the line ready to rip them a new one and shut his bar.

But he’s also never arrogant enough to think he’ll be right every time, but time teaches well, and not once has he ever been wrong when he swore not a single one of the women would have green eyes.

So he receives their address with a little ping, sometimes he picks his shirt off his floor where it’s been since he got home from practice, or a clean one walking around the long cold body on the floor, or getting off the couch at some girl he’ll never see again to get his shoes whilst she watches him asking if he was waiting for his girlfriend all night to call why bother taking her home.

He takes a bus, he drives, he hops over the train barrier, sometimes he likes to walk, no matter how far, the strain is nice on his legs, the early morning air freezing yet refreshing, the pastels making his red locks look rosy, Yui had once said it made him look kind. Like every new day, a softer version of him also opened his eyes or some bullshit.

He knocks three times and waits.

And ceremoniously, his brother is pushed into his arms, no one ever denies their relationship(the resemblance is uncanny), and the door shuts, sometimes with a polite greeting.

Once again it is just Ayato and Laito, haphazard limbs tangled, leaning on each other, against everyone on the other side.

Ayato had always imagined if he had a trail to follow things wouldn’t have turned out like this, the centuries passed in the blink of an eye, the women changed, and his brother grew taller, he could even grow a pathetic patch of stubble now - but he also grew more malicious than the mischievous child he once was.

Yet Ayato stayed the same, stuck in a prison of his own being; the signs that are so obvious now make him wonder if he truly is as slow as everyone thinks he is.

Laito always shone on whatever stage you put him on, it made him so envious as a child watching his brother change colours like a chameleon, doing whatever he wanted whilst Ayato got put in a straight-jacket, caused no harm, always dealt with the screaming, the bruises, the cuts, the burns, and the sharp heel that dug into his ribs whatever novelty that made his mother see potential in him had clearly run out.

His brother tried their best, but he learnt quickly that the comments pointing out the similarities between him and her weren’t just about what looked back at him in the mirror, he grew a temper. Not anger no, because anger can be fruitful, it fights with you keeping you warm when everything else within you is so rotten and hollow, temper seizes your heart like a hummingbird, it makes you vicious and intelligent as it circles for blood ready to fight dirty with whatever is at your disposal before the other party hurts you first.

Even if it means breaking your baby brother’s heart, looking at that identical face that’s twisted in confusion, biting down to stop himself crying, his soul sullied by the one person who was meant to stand by his side. Byt the words didn’t stop, and his carnivorous temper had found its feast.

Perhaps if he wasn’t the one to burn bridges, a long, long away in the distance they would’ve turned out okay. But whenever Laito performed he would always turn his head the slightest winking to let him know, even though Ayato always knew because it was them.

The 2 of them.

Side by side.

Back to back.

If one was suffering the blinding lights of the stage, nauseous and nervous, sweat dripping down his collar, centre stage- the other was just off the side, watchful eyes, in the dark ready to drag Icarus away from the sun.

He didn’t know when Laito had stopped turning to him, he didn’t notice the lacklustre grins, the bloody nails from spending nights trying to drag himself away from the hell their mother had built, the flinching, the lack of appetite, the constant days spent in the infirmary far from his sights.

He didn’t even want to sleep with Kanato and him anymore because of a flimsy excuse, Ayato had believed him even though the violent night terrors, the shivers that would capture him, and the silent tears- oh the silent tears when he jerked away from his own brother’s touch had hurt him like no other. A cry for help that had all been ignored because he was selfish.

Selfish, selfish, selfish.

…he can’t even remember the last time he heard Laito laugh, not the imposter’s laugh that had taken him. The one had sounded like the harsh winters covered with rose petals as if the beauty could distract you from the blizzard about to ruin you.

He wanted his brother back, but it was far too late now wasn’t it?

Because the touches had broken him and scraped all that was good and kind from his brother and it was his fault. And in his desperation he sought solace in the pain because surely this is what love is, this is what he deserves.

Ayato had a multitude of thoughts of all the things he would do if he could do it again.

But in the deepest of shadows, a voice would sometimes whisper to him, that he really was such a bastard because he knew what had happened, he had always known, he had seen his brother’s face drop, and the way the light drained from his eyes during breakfast when Ayato wouldn’t meet his eyes, the way he started avoiding him even though he knew it would make Laito so much lonelier than he already was.

Because if Cordelia had pushed Laito in, Ayato had watched him struggle and fight a losing battle, watched him silently beg for help, as he grew weaker and weaker and Ayato had turned his back.

Because the truth of the matter is Ayato is a coward, he is weak and so terrified most days he thinks he’s going insane, and he is so much more pathetic and evil than anyone realises because he turned away all because it meant putting too much on the line to dive into the water again for someone else.

Even if that someone was Laito.

So he takes Laito home, lets him turn on the music, no longer in the blissful realm of unconsciousness that he drank himself into, and he would take him home.

He picks a direction where the sun hits them, to warm Laito up because his frigid heart couldn’t even be brave enough to hold his brother’s hand, which has always been colder than his. Although now his hands were far bigger and calloused and covered in blood, years ago they were inseparable, hand in hand.

Laito is most docile in these moments, it scares him, and the quiet reminds him of how Laito refused to do anything when he first came out of the dungeons, Laito turns up the music and turns to him, the action makes Ayato anxious.

The Laito in his peripheral ponders something before mouthing something to him.

Bastard.

Why did you come?

I hate you.

You left me behind.

He’s never had the strength to ask.

He draws a bath for Laito and puts his old clothes in Reiji’s wash basket whilst Laito gets in. he waits as long as he can before he enters, towel in hand - as expected Laito had scrubbed himself raw parts of him so pink it looks like the blood will burst out of him. He’s careful not to touch Laito’s skin when he picks him up, Laito notices, he’s always noticed although he is pretty sure they believe different reasons for why.

It makes him sick that his brother thinks he’s disgusted at the thought of touching him, but that isn’t a conversation for now, he will simply add it to the many other things he wished he could tell his brother.

When Laito finally lays down in bed, he puts one arm over his eyes, Ayato knows that’s his cue to leave but rather he takes his other hand, he’s firm with his touches knowing how detestable Laito finds the feather-light brushes. He slides his pinky though Laito’s, like the pinky promises they used to make, he knows Laito still isn’t ready to let him completely back in.

So they stare at the sun as it rises, the light making both of them softer, till Laito falls asleep. Ayato still stares, their fingers interlocked. It honestly surprises him how they lived through to get to this moment.

He would do anything for him, whatever he wanted. Even if that meant, slowly taking his hand away and erasing any sign he was there, leaving before Laito woke up again.

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How does Marcellus act towards Kiera and Catalina?

Marcellus knew the whole of Corona was having problems about becoming a victim of a crime spree. The royal guards struggle to find and capture the criminal responsible, having ex-thieves Eugene and Lance step in and use their expertise to do so, themselves. After successfully apprehending the two criminals responsible, Eugene and Lance present them before King Frederic and the Captain of the Guard. Both are shocked to see that the criminals are two children and contemplate how to punish them as they cannot imprison them. The king comes up with the idea to have Eugene and Lance take the two under their wings, and help them reform to become upstanding citizens. The girls are named Angry and Red shortly thereafter, and though Red quickly grows fond of Lance, Angry is resistant in trusting either, especially Eugene. Desperate, Eugene takes the girls to meet Rapunzel, believing she'll be able to change the two for the better, as he believes she did for him. Red quickly warms up to Rapunzel, even speaking for the first time. Though Angry silently rebukes Red's decision to let her guard down, she, too, slowly starts to enjoy the time spent with Rapunzel and her chameleon, Pascal. That night, Eugene and Angry have a serious talk about why being a thief is wrong. Angry starts to explain the situation between herself and Red that they don’t want to steal, they are just trying to run away from someone, but falls asleep before she can mention the Baron. After Eugene leaves, Angry wakes and gazes through the bedroom window into the cityscape. As she does so peacefully, she spots a familiar shadow creeping through the streets and returns inside fearfully. The next morning, Princess Rapunzel's tiara appears to be missing while Angry and Red are nowhere to be found. Thanks to Cassandra, Eugene and Lance are able to track them down, only to find that they've been captured by the Baron's men, led by Weasel. Eugene and Lance offer themselves in exchange for the girls' freedom, which Weasel accepts. The two then return to their hideout, where Angry hastily prepares to leave Corona. Red, however, believes they should return, as Eugene and Lance are the only people to have ever looked out for them. Though hesitant, Angry agrees, and they two rush back to assault Weasel and his goons, freeing Eugene and Lance in the process. Eugene then offers the girls a chance to end their lives as thieves, though they genuinely don't appear to be interested in doing so just yet. Eugene nevertheless promises to be there for them when they're ready. Back in Corona, Eugene and Lance are reprimanded by the Captain for allowing Angry and Red to leave free. Eugene also takes responsibility for their crimes, though the guards find that all the stolen riches, including Rapunzel's tiara, have been returned, much to the delight of King Frederic, who declares that Eugene has nothing to atone for. Also left behind was Red's flower, and after ensuring that the treasure was found by the guards, Angry and Red board a hay-wain leaving the kingdom, to continue their travels. The three met Marcellus when Marcus joined the trip with Rapunzel and her friends, and soon. Interacted with each other as Marcellus was still going through the Varian's villain arc. The three soon became friends and during Varian's redemption arc, the three shared some things with Marcellus more often than not became close with him even with Varian around them. Marcellus still wants to trust Varian after years but the villain arc of Varian is the problem that is unable to deal with, Marcellus isn't going to hate him just dislikes how he acted in the past when Varian was with them. He just wants to share some details about winemaking with them and Varian who is now going to be with them the whole time enjoys hearing him.

Kiera just huffily sighs at the fact Varian is still with them.

Marcellus offers her a reason to trust Varian cuz he is no longer the villain Varian from before and is not the same but at the same time, still isn't sure if Marcus can trust him yet again. As Kiera and Marcellus are sharing their beliefs on Varian. Yet, Catalina still is concerned about the boy with albinism and Varian's downfall and difficult relationship after the events of Varian's villainy.

Varian is still trying to act like how he was before his villainy.

But Marcellus will give him a nervous smile and shrug it off, pretending to just not worry too much about someone's past cuz he once saw it in the past. Catalina reassures Varian that he would have to take time to trust him again, and Varian just accepts it as Marcellus needs some time to get used to him.

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true-blue-sonic · 6 months

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How Lilac Became An Anthro

As promised, here's the part of the story I'd already written about how Silver and Espio's pet Chao Lilac became an anthro! In case you don't know what I'm talking about: in one fanfic, I gave Silver and Espio a pet Chao that hatched at the very end of it, and proceeded to receive some asks about it on Tumblr. From that Lilac the Chao was created, where we furthermore moved on to her being able to become an anthro. This is how I imagine that went!

Word count: around 2k

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“We can still change our minds, Silver.”

Quietly Silver gives Espio’s hand in his a squeeze, his beloved pressed against him tautly. Cold winds blow over Angel Island, the altar where the Master Emerald rests altogether frosty. How Knuckles manages to survive out here for days on end, the hedgehog has no idea, his pelt fluffed up to give himself and Espio some coverage. Knuckles isn’t here anyway, having agreed to leave the Master Emerald out of his view for a bit to give Silver and Espio some private time at this sacred spot, as he’d called it. “We can,” Silver thus murmurs back. “But we also don’t even know what we want is possible, so…”

“We can never know if we do not ask. But it is a huge responsibility,” Espio responds, beholding the giant green gemstone in front of them with a pensive look. Silver follows suit, trying to make out anything from the Emerald’s depth yet only his and Espio’s reflection meeting his gaze.

“Well, we survived Charmy.” Using said reflection to beam at Espio encouragingly Silver gives his hand another squeeze, giving his backpack that contains what everything is hinging on a nervous jostle all the same. They desire no small thing... He would not at all fault Espio for not wanting to go through with it in the end. “If you truly do not want to, then we won’t ask at all-”

“No, I do,” the chameleon interrupts, face hardening into that ever-so-serious look that Silver knows so well. That look that always shows on his face when caring for Charmy, or when Silver himself had gotten injured, or when everything is going amiss before the chameleon’s mere presence and quick actions make it all right again.

Fierce.

Protective.

A love stronger than any force out there in the universe.

Perfect to raise a child.

“And I do too,” is all Silver has to murmur back, his heart yearning. He’d only known Charmy as a slightly older young child when they first met, and now the bee is swiftly moving towards being a slightly younger teenager, growing a bit lankier and more independent by the day. Which has opened up something he and Espio cannot stop thinking about, a desire shared between them, first mentioned as one-off ideas that got chuckled away immediately before taking a more serious, more wanting turn over time…

A tender kiss gets pressed against his forehead, before Espio draws a deep breath and pulls away. “Careful,” Silver murmurs, the other leaning over to tug open the zipper of his backpack. There is no need for it, the Chaos Emeralds are far too sturdy to be destroyed by Espio’s gentle hands, but the anxiety coiling in Silver’s stomach grows only more with every stone that takes to floating around him. Seven in total, collected with help from everybody they hold dear to grant them this wish.

It is as if they know: they drift away with a shimmer, but before Silver can yelp or grab them with his powers they have already settled in the sky around the alter. Above the rubble in set places, like that is where they belong. “That looks about right,” Espio murmurs, backpack zipped shut again before he takes his position at Silver’s side up once more.

Silence stretches out, Silver’s heartbeat in his ears and the Emeralds glimmering ever so gently, as if they urge them to continue.

“Great Emeralds,” Espio is the first to speak up, Silver swallowing as they shuffle a bit closer. They cannot go back anymore.

“Hello,” he awkwardly adds, giving the gemstones a nod. “It’s… cold up here, is it not? I hope you’re not cold, too.”

“They’ll be fine, they’ve got plenty of Chaos energy to keep them warm,” gets murmured into his ear, before Espio clears his throat. “Great Emeralds, we have a request we would like to make of you, with your Guardian’s blessing. He said it was possible for all seven Chaos Emeralds together to grant wishes, which is why we have collected and gathered you here at this sacred site.”

Silver wishes he could swear the Emeralds glimmer more, as if to urge them on, but it is probably just his eyes playing tricks on him in his desires. “Es and I have a wish,” he adds, before falling silent. Because how can one wish for a child from seven such powerful gems and their controller without it coming off as silly, or desperate, or-?

Espio’s fingers caress his palm, ever so tenderly.

Their heads press together.

And with Espio at his side, Silver can do anything.

“We… want to raise a child, with us two,” the hedgehog murmurs, straightening out his back and staring head-on at the Master Emerald. “Any child is fine! We’ll never give birth to one ourselves, so…”

“It would be an honour if you could grand such a wish for us,” Espio continues. “As Silver said, we are not picky. A child that needs us is welcome, no matter where they come from. All we ask for is one that can grow under our care, learn how to be and exist in our world, and flourish under our love.”

The Emeralds glow.

Shimmer.

Shine.

So blindingly Silver grimaces and a hand shoot up to cover his eyes and Espio tenses beside him as well, before-!

The glow dies down, like a lightbulb that shatters and perishes, and the hedgehog blinks up stupefied at the altar.

The empty altar.

“…Did something happen?” the hedgehog is the first to speak up- though a yelp follows. “The Emeralds!”

“They’re gone?!” Espio gasps beside him; and indeed, where seven gemstones had sat in the sky, complete emptiness filled their spots now. All sparkles and glows that had filled the air around them have dissipated in full, leaving only a chilly wind and the dull Master Emerald, and the two anthros left to stare at each other.

And with nothing akin to a child in their midst.

“…Aw, come on. That’s ridiculous!” Glowering at the giant gemstone sitting so quietly in the middle of the ruins as if to mock him Silver huffs, turning around to kick madly at a rock and express his displeasure that way, Knuckles’ sacred site be darned-

Before a second yelp follows and the rock can barely in time be grabbed telekinetically before it hits a purple Chao, staring up at them from the steps.

“Lilac!” Shooting right over Silver grasps at the little one, who coos at him quietly. “Aw, lovely, I had no idea you were sitting there. How’d you get here?”

“Please don’t tell me you escaped from Knuckles’ babysitting, because that reflects very poorly on his abilities to,” Espio adds, stepping closer as well and rubbing the little one over one of her large floppy ears, as Silver always calls them. The hedgehog laughs at that; they'd left their little pet with the echidna on Angel Island to keep him company, and also because Lilac loves being in their presence at all times. So much she'll even scale the steps of the Emerald altar - terrifyingly large for a Chao, Silver presumes - to get back to them when left with somebody else, that is clear.

Lilac coos again, quietly.

Very quietly.

“I think she’s cold,” Espio murmurs, Silver carefully tucking her away into his mane and arms and rumbling out a few purrs to heat her up again. “We should… go.”

“Yeah…” Without a child, Silver does not say. But any anger he might have felt at the Emeralds for it quickly turns to disappointment, the glance sent over his shoulder at the Master Emerald sitting there so unreachably one of great worry. Had they been too brash after all, to wish for a life to intertwine with theirs in such a way? Yet Knuckles had been certain the Emeralds would be more than happy to grand such a wish…

Beside him, Espio swallows. “The Emeralds work in mysterious ways, Silver,” he speaks, encouragingly, yet Silver can hear a twinge of saddened defeat in his voice as well. “It’d have been strange if a child really did pop up out of nowhere right here, no?”

“Well… I mean, it did! Because Lilac was worried and came to find us,” Silver tries to joke, the little one in his arms getting a loving nuzzle. And to his credit, Espio laughs too, one kiss pressed against his forehead and another against Lilac’s little cheek.

“That she did. We’ll always have Lilac to raise and cherish, if this indeed was a bust.”

“The dearest little one we can ask for,” the hedgehog agrees, nuzzling their pet-turned-basically-a-daughter-already, and Lilac makes a sweet little noise of approval as she nuzzles him back.

But that is all spoken between the three of them as they return to a frantic Knuckles first, and then the bustling world below Angel Island next, and between his quiet grief of their wish not having been granted Silver cannot help but notice that Lilac is being far more silent herself, too.

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“What a day,” Espio groans, all but collapsing into their bed. Not very graceful or ninja-worthy, but after spending a good hour chasing Vector and Charmy downstairs and having had to clean the entire living room plus kitchen on top of a trip to Angel Island, he’s done with it all. Sleep demands he falls right into it, with Silver in his arms and Lilac tucked away in her little spot above their pillow.

The hedgehog in question stumbles through the bedroom like a zombie, golden cuffs clanking onto the desk and boots kicked against the wall. “You can say that again,” gets brought out amidst a huge yawn, and Espio hums in pleased agreement when soft fur and warm breaths roll over his scales as Silver scoots under the covers- before freezing. “Say, where is Lilac?”

“Hmm?” But indeed, the spot above them usually occupied by a cutely-snoozing Chao is entirely empty. “Strange,” Espio notes, rubbing one eye. “I did not see her go upstairs either, now that I think of it.”

“Oh no… what if she did fall ill at the altar? It was windy there!”

“Lilac’s tiny but hardy,” Espio rushes to assure his beloved, though Silver has already scrambled himself out from under the covers again. With the pout pushed away from his face – he was so nice and warm like that – the chameleon moves to follow him, Silver’s hand snugly grasped before the hedgehog can run straight through the door to get downstairs. “You’ll see, she just fell asleep downstairs, and we’ll go pick her up and bring her with us and sleep well,” he adds, even if Silver merely tersely hums in response.

Socked feet pad over the wooden flooring, Silver’s powers making quick work to conquer the creaking staircase without waking everyone else up. “Lilac?” the hedgehog softly whispers into the living room, pushing the door open a bit further. “Lovely, we must go to sleep.”

“We can warm up the heating pad for you if you’re cold,” Espio adds, knowing their little Chao has taken after Silver in that regard. And if Silver’s worries are true and she is ill, they’d best keep her all nice and cosy.

But no familiar coo follows his words.

Instead the cutest snores do, that make Espio sigh deeply in relief. "See? She's just fine, she's merely fallen asleep already," he encourages both himself and Silver as he follows the other into the living room and flicks on a dim light.

“Guess so. Look how cute, she's all tucked away,” his beloved laughs softly, gesturing to the bundle of blankets on the couch that rise and fall rhythmically.

The large bundle of blankets, Espio cannot help take note of.

That seems to contain something far larger than their little Chao, whose usually-tiny but now oh-so-loud breaths also have never made it rise and fall that much.

“Silver?” Espio inquires, tone kept perfectly even, and yet the hedgehog beside him flicks an ear with slow deliberateness as well.

“That’s actually kinda… big, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.”

“Not really like Lilac…”

“Quite so.”

“What the...?” the hedgehog murmurs under his breath, tiny sparks of cyan flitting over to grasp one end of the blanket. Slowly, ever so slowly, it gets lifted up, Espio leaning closer to see…

Two large ears peeking out from underneath it.

And attached to them lays a little girl, half-curled in on herself with her thumb stuck in her mouth and her body a shade of purple that is so familiar it makes him stagger, and Espio’s mouth falls right open as Silver’s does too.

“Lilac?” they both whisper in unison- and the way the girl smiles, and coos, so foreign yet so familiar, can mean only one thing.

And all Espio knows hours later, when he and Silver both sit dumbfounded on the couch with the sleeping little girl tucked away on the hedgehog's lap, is that when he said the Emeralds work in mysterious ways, this was not what he meant.

#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #blue's writing #throwing this out here before I can change my mind lol #I hope you enjoyed!🍀

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artzychic27 · 2 years

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Lab Rats AU?

The world's first bionic superhumans. They're stronger than us, faster, smarter... The next generation of the human race is...

Zoé: In my class?!

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The students were “born” with unique powers and are kept in a top secret government facility until they were nine when Mendeleieve took custody of them

Project Sunshine- Aurore can manipulate any weather around her, cause sunny days to turn into rain in a quick second. It requires a lot of focus, and for her emotions to be kept in check unless you want Armageddon. When she was five, she nearly caused the ice age because one the scientists refused to let her rest. Also, unless you’d like to be struck by lightning, don’t test her

Project Chameleon- Mireille can turn any part of her body invisible, or even her entire body. And when she touches something with a part of her body already invisible, that object will disappear as well. This requires her to be calm, though, otherwise, she’ll “glitch” between visible and invisible. She’ll often turn invisible to get away from bullies

Project Reversion- Marc has a mild form of brainwashing and can alter anyone’s personality, control their movements, and even speak through them. A strange side effect is that his eyes turn black and white, so he wears green eye contacts

Project Unique- Cosette can shapeshift their entire body or just parts of it. They often train with Mireille during the class’ “Gym time”. However, shapeshifting leaves them exhausted, so they require a lot of rest after taking on a number of forms. If they’re just changing five or less body parts, then they only need about ten minutes of rest. Oftentimes, they’ll shapeshift as one of the bullies and do something humiliating

Project Boulder- Denise has enhanced strength and can lift things 500 times their own weight with ease. Their max lift is still unknown. Along with super strength, Denise is extremely durable that a single bullet can’t pierce their skin. Back during the “lab days” Denise would often do most of the heavy lifting, angering their siblings because a bunch of grown ass adults were having a four year old lift heavy and dangerous equipment

Project Tech- Simon has elektrokinesis and the electric power of seven Tokyos combined, but often needs to release some of that energy so he doesn’t have one of his… “Burnouts.” During the lab days, scientists would use him to power large machines that took up a lot of his energy and left him exhausted. Denise was always the one to take care of Simon during his burnouts. Oftentimes, he absorbs electricity without meaning to, making some appliances flicker on and off until they just cut off. Simon can also connect to appliances like phones and just mess around with anything on it

Project Teleport: Name is self explanatory, Ismael can teleport to any part of the world as long as he knows what that particular place looks like. This requires memory training, and he’s gotten better ever since Mendeleieve took custody of him and his siblings when they were nine. The scientists would have him teleport all over the world at a young age without memory tests, often getting him lost. Sometimes it took Simon hacking into every electric car, bus, train, and plane to get him back home safe. Over time, he learned he could teleport other people

Project Diamond: Reshma can turn her arms into sword like weapons that appear to be made of diamonds. She can control them to be any size or shape, but they always come out looking blue in color. Ever since Mendeleieve got custody, she’s learned she’s able to create shields from her forearms and even break off pieces, only for them to grow back. Each of her siblings has a piece of jewelry with her Diamond on it

Project Vocal- Jean can change their voice to mimic anyone as long as he knows what they sound like. Of course, he’s gonna use this for prank calls. Whenever one of the scientists did something he didn’t like to his siblings, Jean would sneak into an office and change his voice to someone higher up, speak into the PA system, and say a bunch of weird stuff. Or, he just calls their spouses and tells them they’re getting a divorce… Jean cares a lot for his siblings

Project Scale- Lacey can climb or walk any surface no matter how wet, slippery, or sticky. However, if something is a certain texture she doesn’t like, she will NOT touch it. Sometimes, she’ll accidentally walk on walls without looking where she’s going and will have to quickly get back down before anyone notices

Zoé Lee- Zoé was placed in Mendeleieve’s class as their was no more room in the other classrooms. Mendeleieve begrudgingly allowed this as she couldn’t deny Zoé an education without a valid excuse. Now the students have to keep their bionics under check and it goes well… Until Zoé catches them using their powers in the room beneath the basement

Zoé: …

Cosette: We were just…

Simon: Doing drugs to each other?

Zoé: … *Fainte*

So, now she has to keep their secret, or they’ll be sent back to the government lab and Mendeleieve will be arrested for letting “super weapons” near minors

Doesn’t mean they can’t have a little fun, though

Cosette: *Shapeshifted into Austin A* I’m a pretty little bitch! Someone spank me like this! *Smacks their butt* WOMP, WOMP!

Marc: *Controlling Chloé and having her slap herself in front of everyone* Why are you hitting yourself so much? Come on, Chloé, cut it out.

Zoé: *Snickers* Now make her say, *Whispers to him*

Chloé: I have horrible foot odor! Will someone give me the name of a foot odor doctor? People in the hotel complain about the smell!… And, uh… PeePee, PooPoo!

Jean: *As Damocles* Today’s lunch will be a nice heaping helping of the mayor’s sweet ass, bull tongue, and Ladybug’s eyeball! Also, I have a large posterior. Don’t know what that is? Look it up. And also, no homework for a year!

Denise: *Snickers* I can’t believe you convinced us to do this! *Lifts the entire school of their head while Mireille makes them invisible*

Civilian: The school is haunted!

Zoé: Time it just right-

Aurore: I know how to use my own powers… Now! *Summons a rain cloud to pour down on Chloé right as she walks out of the salon* Got her!

Ismael: Okay, time to send another asshole to the cornfield.

Zoé: E-excuse me?

Ismael: Yeah, there’s a cornfield maze nearby I teleport assholes like Austin A to. It takes hours for them to find their way out.

Simon: *With a plug in his mouth* Okay… Done! I’m right in Chloé’s phone!

Zoé: Thank God! Do you see the picture?

Simon: Yeah- WHOA! Not your best side.

Zoé: Please delete it!

Reshma: *While Austin Q is not looking, she turns her hand into a dagger and slashes his belt, making his pants fall down*

Lacey: Hey, wanna freak out some Catholics?

Zoé: You read my mind.

*Later*

Pastor: Out, unholy demon! LEAVE THIS CHILD!

Lacey: *Crawling on the ceiling* Come and take me, Pastor! I’m here to stay, boi!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #marc anciel #zoé lee #aurore beaureal #mireille caquet #jean duparc #mlb ocs #mlb oc #lab rats au

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sennamybeloved · 10 months

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4﹕alternate universe.

✭ pairing: senna x seren (s/i)

✭ word count: 2731

✭ note: more stuff for my pride prompts! i was listening to a song and got muse for bewitching senna. lots of awkward flirting and banter in this fic! seren is dumb and senna is a little mean.

✭ tag list: @dragonselfship, @minkymeatshop !!

[ reblogs always appreciated // prompt list can be found here! ]

As the sky grows dark and the air grows colder, Harrowing Eve's festivities begin anew. Each year, it's much of the same; cheesy decorations, pastries and candy, trick-or-treaters flooding the streets. Then, the witches show up, and everything changes, for better or for worse.

Seren recalls what it was like when he first met the coven many, many years ago. They were magnificent, cutting through the crowd like bolts of lighting. Some took to the sky on broomsticks, wings, or plumes of magic, whereas others walked—or crawled, or slithered, or pranced—right down the roads, every once and a while to acknowledge an awed child that caught their eyes. They were all scales and feathers, all neon and glitter, the smell of sweet candy and heady incense.

Every since he learned of their existence, Seren has always wanted to be just like the witches. They’re colorful, proud, and unique, which is all he’s ever wanted to be. It’s hard to dabble in the dark arts when you weren’t born into them, but fortunately, mere months before this Harrowing, Seren was blessed—or cursed, rather, depending on how you look at it—by the bite of an unusual red fox.

He was transformed into a lycan, more specifically a werefox. It was not painful or frightening. He did kill anyone, nor did he break anything of importance. He just feels different, and looks different sometimes, but he mostly feels. He feels Runeterra, the magic laden within its cracks and crevices, unending possibilities hidden behind a smokescreen forged by humanity.

This year, he’ll party with the big leagues. He’ll run with witches and monsters. He’ll eat all the candy he can possibly stomach, and he’ll kick ass at the apple bobbing competition.

In the early days of autumn, he met a witch named Neeko. He was testing out his werefox form, and she was… also testing out his werefox form. She’s a shapeshifter. A chameleon.

“Say I wanted to befriend your coven,” he’d said to her a few nights before the party. They were sitting on the rooftop of a schoolhouse, and Neeko was braiding his hair. “How would I go about that?”

“Just talk to them,” Neeko says like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “That’s what Neeko did. One day, she went up to the spider lady, Elise, and said ‘hello, spider lady!’ She was very nice. Loved Neeko.”

Elise? Somehow, Seren doubts she was all that nice to Neeko. Though, it seems that Neeko doesn’t care how cruel the lady witches can be, as long as they provide her with ample attention. Seren respects it.

“Just talk to them,” Seren echoes, sounding unsure. Neeko nods, egging him on. She’s so confident and encouraging that he doesn’t stop to think that things may go differently for him, a gritty, not-witch with fur for brains.

On Harrowing Eve, Seren sticks to what he knows: apple bobbing. He does kick ass at it, by the way. Those kids never stood a chance.

But he does have to talk to the witches at some point. He promised Neeko, promised himself. His chest tightens and his throat closes whenever one passes him by, throttled by their elegance and beauty. He just has to say hello to one of them. How hard can that be? How hard should it be?

The first witch that really catches his eye, the first one that makes him want to talk, is the one the kids he just defeated in the apple bobbing competition flocked to once they were done sulking. Seren pears over the tiny crowd, honing in on the other side of the square, where a lady, clad in colorful robes and a token pointy wide-brimmed hat, stands beside a creature of some sort. Deciding that this deserves a better, closer look, he follows the children, keeping a safe number of paces behind to avoid drawing attention.

Upon closer inspection, the creature isn't so much of an animal, but instead a pumpkin brought to life. It has sharp fins and a wide maw forged from magic, causing it to resemble a piranha. The lady is feeding it, paying little mind to the children that crowd her. They ask questions, "What's its name? Where did it come from? Is it your pet?" The lady gives half-answers and forced smiles. She doesn't say much.

The children eventually disperse, feeling the sting of her apathetic disposition, which leaves only Seren. He stands there awkwardly, arms folded over his chest, face oddly blank as he watches the lady and her pumpkin-piranha. He only realizes that he's staring when the lady speaks: "Do you need something?"

He startles, blinking rapidly, prying his eyes from whatever he was looking at to meet her gaze. A staggering emerald green.

"Oh," he mouths. "No, ma'am. I apologize. I was just looking at your, uh, pet."

The lady hums. "Not a pet," she says, patting the creature on its head, much like you'd do to a pet, before putting two gloves fingers between her lips and whistling. Seren's confusion turns to awe as another creature—this time made mostly of metal, like a cannon given teeth, which looks absolutely absurd—floats toward her, beckoned from a dark alleyway. The creature's sharp green eyes lock onto the pumpkin-piranha, and within the moment, it gobbles it up.

"It's food." The lady finishes, and Seren's mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

This new creature assumes the pumpkin's place at her side. She leans down and strokes it affectionately, hand ghosting over enchanted steel. Seren blinks. He forgets just how weird things can get around the Harrowing.

"Ah, I see." He says, trying to sound casual, but it ends up coming out strained. The creature chatters its large serrated teeth at Seren, like a warning. Seren steps back.

The lady chuckles dryly. "S'not gonna bite you," she snorts. On a silent command, the creature goes limp in Senna's hands. She picks it up and swings it over her shoulder, resting it there, like a literal weapon—a cannon. It's perfectly still, appearing inanimate, but its eyes still move, blinking and darting around. It makes Seren feel uneasy.

“Hah. Uhm…” he coughs, clearing his throat. “Anyways, sorry to bother.”

The lady dismisses him easily, and if he was smarter, he would’ve left right then and there, but he doesn’t want to let this opportunity go to waste. After a brief silence, he speaks up again, “What’s your name?”

The lady, who was preparing to walk away and carry on with her night, halts and turns to face him, appearing throughly unamused.

“You don’t sound all that sorry,” she says, and Seren swallows thickly.

“What?”

“If you were so sorry for bothering me,” she hums. “You’d stop bothering me.”

An ugly cocktail of shame, embarrassment, and anxiety wells up within him, making him want to flee and hide. Somehow, he manages to stand his ground- sort of, though he’s certain that he doesn’t look all that confident.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m sorry,” he stammers, beginning to slink away, fighting the urge to take off running. “I’ll go. Have a nice night, ma’am—”

Suddenly, the lady witch erupts into bitter laughter. It does little to ease the tension, but it does make Seren stop and listen.

“Stop. Don’t play that game. If you want to talk to me, then talk.”

Seren blinks in surprise. She watches the lady take her gun-creature off her shoulder and prop it up against a nearby wall. It’s beastlike eyes flutter shut, as if it’s taking a nap. Unsurprisingly, talking to a witch feels slightly less frightening when she’s not obviously armed. He gulps down his nerves and rises to her bait.

“Okay,” he says, trying his best not to follow up with yet another apology.

“I’m Senna,” she answers at last.

“Senna,” he echoes. “That’s a lovely name. What’s it mean?”

She gives him a strange look, and he realizes that most people don’t know what their own names mean. That isn't common knowledge. He shrinks a little.

“Uhm… my name’s Seren.” He says meekly. “Means ‘star.’ I think it’s pretty.”

She offers a slow nod. Is she judging him? She’s probably judging him. God, Neeko must be real charming to keep getting away with this.

No, it’s not that she’s more charming, it’s that she’s confident. Seren isn’t. Never has been, never will be. Dammit.

“Well, Seren…” she turns his name into something nasty with her tone. “What are you doing here? As far as I know, werewolves change on the full moon. Thought your kind spend the Harrowing in the forest.”

Werewolves? Oh, that’s what Senna must think he is. To be fair, there is little distinction between a werefox and a werewolf: both have pointed ears, sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and scattered patches of fur on their otherwise humanoid bodies. Seren does very little to hide her supernatural state from the world, though it does earn him many judgmental looks—and maybe something worse, someday, if he’s not careful.

“Oh, no. I’m not a werewolf. I’m a werefox!” He informs her with a smile. “We’re very different. Us foxes tend to change on the new moon, and, not that this matters, but I usually have full control over my transformations.”

Senna gives him another quick look-over, harsh gaze scanning him from bottom to top, as if she’s recontextualizing him as a fox. “Werefox,” she echoes. “I don’t think I’ve ever met one of those.”

“Well, I’m honored to be the first.” He punctuates his words with a stiff laugh. She doesn’t laugh with him—or even smile, for that matter.

“So, you…” he begins, trying to keep the conversation rolling. “You’re a witch.”

She glares at him. “What else would I be?”

Seren tenses. Oh god, she really hates him.

“Uh… I don’t know! I’ve just never seen one like you before.” He says; a very blatant lie. He just doesn’t know what else to say. He still wants to earn her favor, but he’s panicking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She presses, not keen on making this easy for him.

He stammers nonsensically for a moment before answering. “You’re, uhm… the- uh…” she points toward the gun-creature, which is leaning against the wall. “That. Is that your familiar?”

Senna’s gaze flicks from the Seren, to the creature, then back to Seren again. “Something like that, I guess.”

“Cool,” he croaks, his grin turning into something of a grimace. This is unbearably awkward.

Seren should excuse himself. He should dip into an alleyway and run for his life. He should leave the party—leave this town—and hide his face forever.

But, against everything that is good and sensible within him, he harps on, “And also you're, uhm..." suddenly, his mouth feels dry and his throat feels tight, "you're pretty."

There's silence. He spares her a very quick glance. She's staring at him, eyes wide and unbearable green from behind her round-rimmed glassed. He doesn't look long enough to read her expression.

"Not trying to be weird," he follows it up with, wringing his hands anxiously. "Just... saying."

The silence persists for a moment longer, before she makes a sound that is halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "Okay," she says. "Well, you enjoy the rest of your night, wolfie."

Wolfie? No, he's a fox. That would technically make him foxie—oh, and she's walking off. Goddammit!

"U-Uh, yeah. You too, miss!" He calls after her, but she's gone before he knows it.

He's left feeling terrible, ashamed, and humiliated. She really hated me, he thinks to himself. So much for trying to put myself out there. Fuck this party.

But no matter how far he shrinks into himself or how hard he wills it away, the party still persists, and to avoid further fear of missing out, he stays and tries to enjoy it. He keeps away from crowds, hiding in the shadows and munching on candy. Whenever he sees a witch, because they're always bound to show up, he hides his face and quickly flees for another hiding spot. The cycle revolves until it's almost dawn.

He's sitting outside one of the village's less popular graveyards, leaning against the metal fence as he unwraps his final piece of good candy; after this, he'll have to make a venture to get more. Either that, or he'll just go home.

He pops it in his mouth and tips his head back to watch the sky. The stars twinkle like a thousand fireflies, fluttering around the moon, which is as round and iridescent as a pearl. The air is crisp, smelling of dying leaves and rotting earth. It's peaceful.

His peace is suddenly interrupted by a voice, husky and feminine and sickeningly familiar.

"Hey, wolfie."

Oh, god. It's that fucking witch again.

Seren thinks he could just die then and there. He nearly chokes on his candy, managing to gulp it down unceremoniously before looking up at her. She's just as enchanting as she was the first time he saw her, with those full lips and striking green eyes. Thick curly hair pokes out from beneath her hat and billows over her shoulders. The fabric of her hat is slightly iridescent, which is even more apparent in this light. Her cape—oh, she doesn't have a cape. She has wings. Orange, translucent, whispy bat wings. They're only half there, clearly formed by magic as opposed to physical matter. Had she always had them? Perhaps Seren had been so distracted the first time they met that he'd simply written them off as a cape.

Ah, he's staring again. She's waiting for him to answer her, lips pursed, arms folded over her chest. He feels a blush creep back onto his face.

"Hey," he croaks, voice cracking lightly. "It's, uh- I'm not a wolf, by the way."

She cracks a little smile, suppressing a chuckle. A warmth blossoms in his chest. He may be laughing at her, but at least he can make her laugh.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" She asks, and he's surprised by the fact that she's even making conversation with him. He thought she hated him. She still sort of looks and sounds like she does, if he's being honest.

"Party got boring," he lies. "Wanted some peace and quiet."

She hums. "I understand that."

The silence that follows is peaceful instead of awkward, and Seren tries not to ruin it by looking over at her too much, despite really wanting to.

"Do you live far from here?" She asks, apropos of nothing.

He blinks. "Uh, no. I actually live just outside of town. In the woods."

Senna smiles, warm and genuine. Seren's breath hitches. "The coven is busy for the next few days, but if you'd like to spend some time together on, say, Tuesday, you can come over to my house."

Seren sputters. Spend some time together? What in the name of hell is she talking about? There is no way he's talking to the same lady he met in the town square.

"What?" He asks, audibly shocked. "You're serious?"

She rolls her eyes at him. "I don't talk for my health," she scoffs. "You want to or not?"

Okay, yep, this is definitely the same lady.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do." He nods vigorously.

Her smile returns. "Fantastic. Look for a round, two-story cottage in the middle of town. It's covered in tinsel, hanging lanterns, and bones." He nods along with everything she says, committing it all to memory.

"That's great, I..." His mouth hangs open. Every question he wanted to ask dies on his tongue. He looks at her. She's already backing away, starting on the path back toward the village. "Wait, miss-"

"Senna."

"Okay, Senna. My apologies. I have a question-"

"What? I told you where to meet me. I'm a busy woman. I'll talk to you then."

And with that, she's gone. Again. Seren is left standing there, amongst a pile of candy and wrappers, alone on a moonlit night as a party resounds in the distance. He's confused, very confused, but he also feels strangely giddy. He can't help himself from smiling as he ponders the idea of being her friend.

He's worried that he'll mess this up, but considering how terrible he's acted thus far, and how she pursued him regardless, he doesn't think that he'll have to worry about that.

#* �� / death is drawn to life .#senna (🎃)#lotus writes #selfship pride prompts #self ship community #f/o community #oc x canon #self insert x canon

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ginger-grimm · 4 months

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🦦 + Teddy!!

Thank you so much @luucypevensie! Also gonna tag @daughter-of-melpomene, my other Riverdale girlie!

Their favorite childhood show: Hey Arnold!

What they would get at the gas station/7-11: Some kind of energy drink he shouldn't be consuming and a bunch of chocolate bars from various brands some more energy in between science study sessions.

What they wanted to be as a child: Scientist

Their favorite flower: Daffodils

What animals they always wanted/still want to see first at the zoo: Chameleons (he loved watching them change to their surroundings)

Their guilty pleasure reality show: Extreme Cheapskates

The first DVD/CD they ever owned: Saw (it was a bootlegged DVD he got from Reggie because he was curious about the movie - he was scared for weeks and his mom barred him from hanging out with Reggie for months), as for the CD it was Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park because his sister was into them at the time and he was a bit of a follower lol

One thing/moment they're really proud of: The first ever science fair he joined he won and still displays the medal in his room.

Their go-to YouTube video genre: Growing up it's sketch comedy but that eventually morphs into reaction videos for him.

Something ode they like: The smell of chemicals

#answered #oc: teddy green #adding the gif in a bit lol

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heretherebedork · 2 years

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it's so scary how smart vegas is being during the whole porsche and kinn situation. we had a completely sober porsche being so touchy feely with vegas to the point that they even hugged at the end. something that hasn't happened with kinn yet. and that's because vegas is treating him like a human not something he owns. i wonder if vegas will ever ask to be his bodyguard again. although i don't see him saying yes i'd like to see him ponder or at least threaten kinn with it.

I think Vegas is gearing up entirely to ask for Porsche to come with him and be his bodyguard so he can take him away from Kinn. That's all Vegas wants (I mean, besides the rape and torture...). He wants a leg up, he wants the power, he wants what Kinn has and he wants it however he has to get it.

That's what makes him such a dangerous enemy. He has no limits. Vegas has no morals and no hesitation and he knows, exactly how to play into other people's weakness. He sees Porsche in pain and he offers him something to distract and he offers him something the same way Porsche does everything... with a smile and a laugh.

Porsche reflects the energy you give him but Vegas manipulates the energy he exudes like a master. He can be whoever he needs to be in that moment and he can change energies like a chameleon changing colors.

Vegas got the smile and the comfort because he saw what Porsche needed and gave it to him. Kinn got a frown and a challenge because he cannot change his energy, he cannot meet Porsche where he's at because he doesn't know how.

There's so much going on between the three of them. Vegas who bends to manipulate, Kinn who stays stiff because he does not know how to change and Porsche caught between them, between a snake and a stick, one sneaking up and one that already hit him... but the snake's hug kills and a stick is part of a tree that can protect and comfort and grow.

(no book spoilers)

#kinnporsche #thai drama #thaibl #bl drama #bl series #thai series #thai bl #kinn x porsche #snake and stick #my new favorite metaphor #does it make total sense no #but i like it anyway

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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i. talia

eddie munson x Filipina!oc

part ii || part iii

Talia Evangelista was the perfect girl, the golden child of her family, the Sweetheart of Hawkins High; living the sweet life as top of her class and excellent social life with her numerous friend groups. She was a star, burning brighter and brighter towards an even brighter future. But every star eventually burns out. What happens when she finally drops from the exhaustion, spiraling from all the pressure riding on her shoulders? And What more when you throw in the metalhead dungeon master of the Hellfire club into the mix?

face claim (artbreeder ily)

A/N: i’ve literally been so obsessed w eddie munson u have no idea,, so i made an oc for stranger things as one does when they fall for a fictional character,, also i’ll be posting more of these bc nothing inspires me more than dorks i could fall in love with !! also eddie might be a little ooc, still feeling out his character lol.

TW: none, though her family story is deeply rooted in her country’s history, the Philippines, mentioning the disappearances of reporters and journalists who criticized the government’s corruption during the Marcos Regime, specifically when Martial Law was declared.

Talia Evangelista was a lot of things.

She was top of her class, top of the school. And on top of that, she was a champion figure skater, having ballet classes to help with her choreography, an accomplished musician, and a black belt in taekwondo, she was nothing short of a go getter and overachiever.

Despite all her extracurricular activities, she was outgoing and bubbly, friendly to any and all who approached her, naturally attracted to her sunshine-y persona. She was in multiple friend groups due to her various extracurriculars, from those she discussed with as captain of the debate team, to fellow ice skaters and ballerinas, the band mates she had made comrades with, to some of the smiley, preppy cheerleaders, to even some of the regular party goers and throw-ers in the school. She helped them with their homework, even slipping some of the lazier students cheat sheets, she was seen as harmless, her kind aura naturally made people want to open up to her about their problems, and of course she was always there for them when they needed it! With all her compassion, wit, and friendliness, she was nicknamed ‘The Sweetheart of Hawkins High’.

She had a good reputation, yet another gold star for her ever growing collection of awards.

She was the perfect girl, with a perfect track record and a bright personality to match.

Of course she was perfect. That was what she had to be. What she could only be, in the eyes of her aunt, lest she be worth anything less. Otherwise, she would be tormented, both at home and at school.

In spite of her seeming perfection, Talia loathed herself. She hated how she could never fully, truly, be 100% herself. Sure, she was sweet and charming, but no one wanted a girl who kept talking about her problems, her aunt had snapped at her once; and it was too bad that Talia seemed to have many, keeping each and every shard of her broken heart inside of her.

Any of the people in her life had to be approved by her aunt, everything about herself had to be scanned and approved by her. What she wore, who she talked to, whatever she did, was always closely monitored by her aunt. She didn't have an identity, nothing real anyway. She was always what ever other people wanted her to be, her personality changing around others like a chameleon changing its colors to suit its environment. Introverted with the introverted, extroverted with the extroverted, go along to get along. Sometimes she wondered if she truly knew who she was. Besides this identity crisis, Talia had a crippling case of an inferiority complex, constantly being berated by her aunt whenever she didn't achieve what she wanted her to achieve. Her insecurities ran deep, carefully hidden behind all her medals and honorary certificates. She constantly felt the need to prove herself, to compete, just for her to feel some shred of self worth and temporary happiness.

If Talia had the power to do anything on this earth it would be to reunite with her father.

Joselito Evangelista was a reporter, already one of the most dangerous jobs in the Philippines, even more dangerous now upon the start of the Marcos Regime. Borderline obsessed with his work in order to reveal the truth to the eyes of the people, his fixation on his work only put him into more danger as he was heavily invested in exposing the corruption of their government. This ultimately led him to being "sent away" on a particular "job". But Talia's family knew better.

The sudden disappearances of numerous reporters, the closure of radio stations and newspapers that held any content of criticizing the present government ran rampant across the country. They knew Joselito would be one of them.

Talia, his youngest child and the only girl of the family, a true daddy's girl, was utterly devastated upon realizing what had happened.

And so they were entrusted to their father's younger sister, Auntie Isabela, who took them to the United States of America, not to live the American dream, but to escape the nightmare that was in the Philippines.

The family had done so in order to ensure the children's safety lest they be targeted or used for ransom. And, having no mother to care for them, Auntie Isabela had become their legal guardian and ward.

Auntie Isabela was nothing short of a warden.

A's had to be straight, medals had to be gold, ribbons had to be blue, there was never any room to be second place.

"Second place is first place for those who lose." Her aunt sneered at the thought of her niece getting anything silver or bronze as an award.

Not only that, but Talia needed to have a good social life, told to make connections along the way to ensure her future, her family's future. With Gael, her eldest brother being in the military, Joaquin, her second brother following in the footsteps of his father to become a journalist, Andres, the middle child, having gone to veterinary school instead of pursuing his Auntie's wishes for him to become a lawyer, and Danilo having to temporarily drop out of college, she was their only hope of a better life, as her Auntie Isabela always reminded her.

Talia was never allowed to settle. Why would you settle when you could always have more, be more? Her Aunt said condescendingly. Talia was an Evangelista for God's sake, an old rich family in back in the Philippines, she could only be the best to have the best.

Her family was complicated.

Her father was the black sheep of the family, having been basically disowned by his parents for following a career path far different to what they had set before him, that, piled unto the fact he was forced to become a single father while his wife left him, made things worse for his standing in the family and how they viewed him. Talia's branch of the family had always been branded as the "poor" ones, kawawa, as her relatives would say. They didn't have the luxury of growing up with her grandparent's money, they didn't stay in their ancestral home nor were they raised there, unlike her cousins. Their house was simple compared to the vast, elaborately decorated homes of her other aunts and uncles, sometimes they had struggled to pay the bills and groceries while her other relatives dined like kings and queens without a care in the world.

"Do you really want your family to stay poor? I did my brother a favor by taking you here and this is how you repay me? You go retake that test and give me an A unless you want to be living in squalor all your life. You're in the last year of your high school, the deal was that I would take care of you and your brothers until you turn 19. How long do you think you can stand being without my money? So stop crying! Do your work, study harder until you memorize the entire textbook. You're not having dinner unless you do that!"

But Talia never saw her family as poor. Sure, there were hard days, their house was small and there were times when the electricity took a few weeks to come back, but those days living there were the happiest days of her life. While they had been having troubles budgeting enough money in order for all of them to eat, Tala never had a day where she would go hungry. Her brothers and father ensured that she was well fed. "So you'll grow up big and strong!" Her father would cry with a wide smile and a crinkle in his eyes whenever he would give Talia the bigger half of whatever it was they were eating.

She may not have went to school with the newest designer bag nor had all the branded clothes snooty rich kids had, but she remembered how her father would always come home with pasalubong, homecoming gifts from his work trips to give to her and her siblings. She remembers the times when he'd come home from work, tired, but still with a smile on his face as he handed her the prettiest dress she had ever seen. Since then, she had worn it to mass almost every week, in shiny shoes her oldest brother polished himself, and the charm bracelet left by her mother.

She never had the best toys either, but who needed toys when you had a tin can and slippers? She would always come home excitedly after school as she would always call her brothers and neighborhood friends to play tumbang preso with her, throwing slippers at a can until it fell and they had to run from being tagged as the next it. She didn't need any Barbie doll or action figure when she had the spinning tops her brothers would trade their other toys for to the other kids, knowing it was her favorite to play with.

When her brothers were in high school, sometimes Gael would go to the school supply shop near their house in order to fetch her new crayons or colored pencils and paper for her to draw on. Instead of singing songs to pretty girls like the other high school guitar playing boys did, Joaquin took his time in order to teach Talia how to play after begging him to teach her. Occasionally, Andres would use part of his cigarette money to buy Talia her favorite candies from the store a few blocks down. Danilo, meanwhile, learned how to sew in order to help patch up or embellish Talia's clothes.

Looking back, Talia never felt any lack in her life when it came to material things. "Your wish is my command." Her father would say whenever she excitedly opened whatever pasalubong he had brought home that day.

She and her family were tight-knit, thick as thieves. Her brothers, being her older brothers, were always protective of her, always made sure she was doing okay even though they weren't too okay themselves, and Talia is forever grateful for that.

Imagine the heaviness in her heart when they were forced to go their separate ways, leaving her with the aunt they disdained.

Gael, in service moving from place to place depending on where he was stationed. Joaquin on the East coast, Andres in the west, and Danilo on a long trip to Mexico.

Where have the days gone?

What goes up, must come down. That was Talia's rule in life. No expectations no problem, so long as she was the epitome of perfection, nothing and no one could ever stand in her way.

Until she had caught herself spiraling.

It started out like it typically did, sudden migraines while studying, complete lack of motivation, and the questioning of her life and list of priorities.

She had convinced herself she was just putting on too much pressure on herself, letting her aunts harsh words get to her, and all she needed to do to relive her of her stress was to relax.

And she knew a quick and easy way to do so.

It was no secret that some of her brothers had smoked it, Andres had been a smoker since high school, and her other brother Danilo had his fair share of being laced at parties. But of course, picture perfect, precious little Talia would never touch those sort of thing!

She silences the doubts in her mind, things change. Maybe she wasn’t the picture perfect Talia she was made out to be.

Desperate for some sort of relief, Talia had managed to ask around for dealers in the area, and eventually a name made their way in hushed whispers out from their lips: Eddie Munson.

He had since been labeled by the popular kids as a "freak", bullied and made to be the butt of every joke by his peers for being different and non conforming. Talia couldn't help but envy him, or admire him in a way, with his carefree demeanor and somewhat unconventional ways of expression. He only hung out with people he truly liked, and liked him just as much. He didn’t hide under any false pretenses, he was wholly and truly himself.

While he had an eccentric reputation, Talia's little interactions with him were short and pleasant. Picking up her pencil when she dropped it on accident in class, letting her pass first whenever she walked into a room like a gentleman. Talia liked him, well, she liked everybody, she had always found it hard to hate anyone to the point where she would go out of her own way to make them feel bad.

She was observant, curiosity was simply imbedded in her nature, and she was most definitely curious about this Eddie kid.

So, during one of their classes together, on the rare occasion he went to class, she passed him a note, saying that she'd like to meet up with him after class, on the benches near the track field. He gave her a knowing look and nodded.

At the sound of the bell, signaling lunchtime, she headed for the spot she had asked to meet at.

Talia sat, twiddling with her fingers as she looked around, waiting. It was a fine autumn day, the sun was high in the sky, but the crisp weather of autumn made it cool, refreshing. For a minute, Talia closed her eyes to listen to the trees sway to the wind passing by, to the chirp of birdsong; and it was as if she was transported back home, in the spring pools near Mount Makiling where her father used to take them to every summer.

Her thoughts of home were disrupted at the sound of shuffling leaves and footsteps. She opened her eyes to behold a boy with wild, curly hair and big brown eyes, his shirt embellished with a demon design and the words "Hellfire Club" embellished on the front.

She smiled at him, unsure at first what the courtesies even were for a drug deal. "Hi."

He smiled back, dropping his metal lunchbox onto the table before taking his seat. "Hi."

Talia played with the hem of skirt, still unsure as she avoided eye contact with him. "So um, how does this work?"

“Well, first of all, I accept cash only payments, no receipts or anything, for obvious reasons and uh--”

Talia could only nod, finding it hard to focus on his words, the sound of her heart beating in her ears made it hard to listen.

Noticing that she was spaced out, Eddie waved a hand in front of her face, effectively snapping Talia out of her trance.

“You know, we don’t have to continue this if you don’t want to--“

“No, no, I’m, uh, sorry, I’m just-- I’m a little nervous.” She wipes her sweaty palms on her skirt.

Eddie chuckles. "Hey, you don't have to be all nervous with me, I should be the one all sweaty and stuttering, with one of the most popular girls at school sitting right in front of me."

She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head, her initial tension dissipates.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't consider myself that."

"You wouldn't? You're liked by practically the entire school, faculty included." He points at her, pursing his lips.

She laughs, again, but a heavy feeling settles in her stomach. "I don't know if I'm even half of what anyone thinks I am." What was she doing, confiding in someone who was basically a complete stranger? Talia had no idea why those words tumbled out of her mouth, berating herself inside her head. Great, now he thinks you’re weird or like, fishing for compliments.

"I mean, to me you definitely are," he stands up, his hands behind his back as he paces around the table, her eyes can't help but follow him. "Let's see, the great Talia Evangelista, top of the school, star figure skater, and musician prodigy, the sweetheart of Hawkins High." He turns, now beside her. "Checks all the boxes for me, Ms. Perfect."

She rolls her eyes playfully. "You forgot black belt taekwondo student."

Eddie frowns then takes a bow. "My apologies, well accomplished madam."

Talia laughs again. "Yeah but seriously, people only like me for what I can give them, study notes, cheat sheets, gossip, whatever other petty high school thing there is."

Eddie lifts the lid of his lunchbox, revealing the goods Talia had come for. "Well, Madam Evangelista, it seems you and I have more in common than one may think."

She shuffled in her seat. Was she being rude? Randomly asking someone for weed without getting to know them first? Is there even any sort of etiquette when dealing drugs? Suddenly she felt guilt creep up her throat. She swallowed, no, he's right. That's just how the world works, right? You give something, you get something. Still Talia couldn’t help but try and swallow the guilt that had begun to crawl up her throat.

"So, I can charge you around 25 for this much—?" Eddie's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Um, well, uh, I'm actually kind of new to all this." She muttered.

"Really? I mean, I guess that's expected, straight as an arrow, just like her A's." Eddie joked, but all Talia could do was smile.

"You know, we really don't have to continue this if you don't want to." He says, sensing her hesitation.

"No, no, it's just that..would you maybe mind showing me the ropes?"

Eddie let out a breath. "I mean, I don't usually do this but uh, yeah, sure."

"I'll make sure to pay you for whatever we smoke, or huff maybe? I don't know how this works." She hides her face in her hands, a habit she did when she was embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," He reassured her. "No need, try before you buy, am I right?" He chuckles, again. He absolutely had no idea why he was saying that, usually he only took his payment, gave them weed, and left. But this was Talia, sweet, kind Talia who somehow kept her humanity despite having friends from the popular crowd. Hell, everyone liked her, it was only natural to be attracted to her overwhelming positivity.

"So do I like, need your address or something?" She muttered.

"I mean, I can give it to you, unless you'd like to take a ride on my mighty steed." He joked. She knew he was joking, but Talia couldn't help but be completely entranced by this boy, curious of him.

"I'd like to take you up on that offer, actually," She replies, pulling up her cardigan's sleeves. "About the ride to your place, I mean."

Eddie blinks. Wait, was she actually serious?

"Uhhh really? You'd risk being seen with me?" He points towards his chest.

Talia furrowed her eyebrows. "Why would that be a problem?" She shrugged.

"Well, it may be part of the fact that you're up here—" he lifts his hand up above his head. "—on the social pyramid and well, I'm down here," he lowers his hand up until his torso.

It was her turn to chuckle. Time to throw all caution into the wind. "Who cares if we're seen together? I sure don't, and if anyone does it's their problem, not mine." Talia was tired of pretending, tired of being ‘perfect’, of being someone she wasn't. Fuck anyone to hell now, all she needed was free reign over her life and this would mark the start of that.

"Okay then," Eddie says, tone pleasantly surprised. "I'll uh, pick you up after class?"

Talia picks up her back pack. "We can go now if you want." She smiles, doe eyes shining.

"You're okay with missing classes?" Eddie tilts his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Yeah." She nods, shrugging nonchalantly, doing her best to ignore the pulsating of her heart at the thought of her aunt finding out about this. Oh who cares, Evangelista? Auntie Isabela is out for the week, what could go wrong?

"Alright then, well, I'll lead the way." Eddie smiles, motioning her to follow him.

Talia hesitated, biting her lip before jogging towards him in order to catch up to his speed, pushing any and every doubt or feelings of hesitation to the back of her head.

Fuck it.

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Whitechapel series 4 press pack

Sam Stockman is DC Emerson Kent

How’s filming going?

It’s good to be back, it’s really good fun and a lot of the crew are the same this year so we’ve slotted back in nicely.

What’s different about Whitechapel this time around?

I think Whitechapel is constantly changing and evolving and I think it really hit its stride at the end of the last series. It looked so snappy and cinematic, and was a great homage to horror films. I think this series will feel the same which will be a lot of fun.

Can you tell us more about what happens in the new series?

The new series is a bit spookier, more supernatural. Everyone thinks they’ve been cursed which creates friction within the team. I’m not sure how it ends yet though! We get the scripts about two weeks before we start filming. It’s quite good like that actually – it keeps it more exciting, and we know the writers are going to give us gripping stories.

What makes Whitechapel different from other shows?

What’s cool about Whitechapel is that it doesn’t take itself too seriously and it’s a bit more theatrical – we’ve got a ripperologist living in our basement, which just wouldn’t happen in real life. But it’s great and it gives you license to do things that aren’t real, so we can be a bit more colourful with it. It’s a lot less restrictive which gives it an edge.

What happens to Kent this series?

From Kent’s perspective he’s getting a bit more demonic and angry. He sees reflections of himself that he doesn’t really like so he has the tendency to fly off the handle. At the end of the last series he was indirectly responsible for the death of Morgan. Morgan questioned Kent in the last series and told him that perhaps there was a bit more of a bad cop in him than he thinks. So Kent starts to question himself as to whether he is a bad cop or not. There are moments in the new series where he sees his reflection and it looks demonic and it grows and grows as the series goes on. Kent’s sister also makes an appearance in this series and Mansell falls for her which creates further tensions.

Kent is quite a complex character isn’t he?

He is quite a complex character. There are a lot of unanswered questions with Kent, particularly with his bromance with Chandler, he does love and admire him.

Where would you like Kent’s character to go?

It’s a lot more fun being a bit evil, I’d like him to get really bad! He is very ambitious though, and always tries to do the right thing. Kent always agrees with Chandler, he’s still an eager puppy and wants to get in the thick of the action.

What are the dynamics like between characters this series?

I think this series is becoming more and more of an ensemble piece. Miles and Chandler are still at the forefront with Buchan, but myself, Riley and Mansell are also very much a part of the group. Especially in the block that Steve has written – it’s really brought a freshness to it.

Is there a good sense of camaraderie on set?

Yeah there is actually. On some jobs there are groups and divides that just happen naturally but with Whitechapel everyone gets on. I think it was scrabble that united us. On the first series we all started playing scrabble on our iPhones. We had a lot of scenes in the incident room with a lot of dialogue, so we’d play between takes. Steve is the best scrabble player – he’s a doctor of words!

Do you get nightmares?

The killings in this series are darker, having to top the previous story each time means they get more and more grotesque. I don’t ever get nightmares from working though, I enjoy the gore, and that’s another thing I love about Whitechapel, it’s really dark, it’s blood thirsty.

Do you get recognized on the street now?

No I don’t get recognised in the streets, which is quite cool, I’m a bit of a chameleon. I tend to only get my hair cut and shave when I do this job! I don’t wear suits outside of work, I’m more a ripped jeans and beard guy.

Do you have any similarities with Kent?

I don’t think so he’s a bit too much of a goodie-goodie for me!

What’s it like being the youngest in the cast?

I don’t really notice being the youngest in the team. Ben acts younger then me, he’s the joker! Rupert and Phil get on so well, you can tell they’re very close and I think that show’s on screen as well.

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