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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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Hi omg I loved your hcs so much it was so cute 😭😭 idk if u do platonic asks but if so can I request Craig & Tweek finding out their close friend (f!reader) has a secret + famous tiktok account with fanart of them??? No worries if u don’t!!

EEK sorry this took so long lovely! I'm still figuring out how to write South Park characters heheh ^^" so sorry if it's a lil ooc

also thank you for your sweet words!! You’re too kind!

Word count: 816

South Park - Craig & Tweek Finding Out About Your Secret Art TikTok

You hummed along quietly to the music playing in your ears, masterfully adding details to the sketch you were working on. You were enjoying the warmer weather while it lasted; though, living in South Park, that wasn’t saying much. Any non-resident would deem the weather to be too chilly to be outside already, but you knew it was going to get much colder when fall finally set in. So, there you were, out on a park bench, sketching merrily, barely noticing the way the breeze nipped at your nose.

“Speak of the devil.”

“Devil?!”

Two familiar voices sounded from somewhere behind you. Startled, you clapped your sketchbook shut with a yelp. You had recognized the voices instantly. They were the exact people you absolutely did not need to run into right now.

Plastering on a nervous smile, you turned around slowly. Sure enough, there stood your best friends Craig and Tweek. Craig had his phone out, and judging from how close the two were standing, they had both been looking at whatever was on it.

“Hey guys. Enjoying the weather?” You began nervously as they approached your bench.

Craig had a mischievous grin as he plopped down beside you. “I guess. Pretty cold, though. Wish I was at home, snuggled up like this.” He turned his phone so you could see it.

To your horror, art from your tiktok was on the screen. It was a doodle you did not too long ago of Craig and Tweek cuddling. At the time you were proud of it, but now you buried your face in your hands to hide your embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?!” Tweek fretted. “Craig, you’ve upset them!”

“No, no,” you reassured him. “It’s just… you guys weren’t supposed to know about that.” Your face was so hot that you could no longer feel the cold at all.

“With the numbers you’re pulling? Honestly I’m surprised we didn’t find out sooner.”

You had sort of liked having such a large following, but it seemed that your blessing had become a curse. Feeling shameful and regretful, you pulled out your phone. “I’m sorry, guys. I really am. I’ll take the posts with you in them down. I know it’s super creepy and—”

“Hold on,” Craig grabbed your arm, stopping you before you even unlocked your phone. “It’s not creepy; you’re our friend. The only thing that’s creepy is that you kept it a secret.”

“Yeah! Why did you keep this from us? Did you think we—ack—wouldn’t like it?”

“...don’t you?” You stared at them both with a befuddled expression.

“Are you kidding? Your art style is really good. Plus, you make us look… cute… together.” Craig glanced at Tweek, giving his boyfriend’s hand a squeeze.

“So… you’re not mad?”

“I’m mad that you kept this from us!” Tweek flashed a smile. “We’ve totally been missing out!”

Craig nodded. “We’ll be looking forward to seeing more of your art. Not just of us, of course.”

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, slouching on the bench. “I was afraid you’d be mad. I mean, I was kinda drawing you without your permission.”

“I reiterate: you’re our friend. We don’t mind.”

“So, just to be clear, it’s cool if I keep drawing you guys?”

“Of course. We’re looking forward to it.”

You couldn't help but sigh again. You smiled to yourself, overjoyed to have your friends' support, especially when you had been expecting quite the opposite.

“Say, isn’t that your sketchbook?” Tweek jabbed a finger towards the book in your lap.

You perked up, remembering what you had been drawing. “Oh! It is! Do you guys want to see what I was drawing?”

You opened it up to the page you had been working on. “You guys get to see it before the rest of my followers.”

Little smiles graced your friends’ faces as they examined the work. It wasn’t finished, but it was a sketch of them both sitting on a park bench, Tweek’s head on Craig’s shoulder and their fingers intertwined atop Tweek’s knee.

“Here, Tweek, put your head like that,” Craig gestured to the page, and Tweek stiffly planted his head on Craig’s shoulder.

You giggled as they attempted to mirror their pose in the drawing. “Perfect,” you said, positioning yourself to resume drawing. “Stay just like that; I’m turning this into a still-life piece.”

When you finished, you showed your muses. Tweek’s mouth dropped open in awe. “You’re such a good artist!” He gushed, ripping the sketchbook from your hand and putting the drawing inches away from his face. While he was absorbed in admiring your work, Craig looked away somewhat bashfully.

“Do you think we could do this more often? Pose for you, I mean.”

“To give you an excuse to be cute with your boyfriend?” You teased. Then, more seriously, you told him that there was nothing you’d love more.

Unfortunately your followers didn’t enjoy the realistic piece as much as your stylized art, but to you it was the most beautiful drawing you’d done in a long time.

Thank you anon for the request! And thank you for reading! <3

(divider by saradika)

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker #tweek tweak #craig x tweek #creek #south park creek

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yhwhsdaughter · 2 years

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L as a sugar daddy 🍰🍦🫖🍫

strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, main character death, ooc near, gender neutral, 1 mention of sex, depression, grief

I wanted it to be fun and cute but this turned dark so fast 😬 enjoy?

. It all started with you trying to score a free ice cream by flirting with the vendor at the park, having no money for food, when you noticed a weirdo sitting oddly in the bench—earning himself strange glances from parents

. Even so, you had no choice but sit next to him—at the very end of the bench—since the rest were occupied. That, or sit on the dirty cement. “Hello” he said. You nodded in acknowledgment, choosing to concentrate on the melting cone

. The two of you sat there, childless, eating ice cream in silence. After a while, the dark haired man stood up to leave. Glancing in his direction, your eyes bulged when he entered a sleek, black car. He was rich???!!

. Dumping the nearly finished treat on the trash, you mounted your bike and followed his car. Oh! Life had given you lemons and you sprayed them on your eye instead of making lemonade !

. Not planning to fumble the bag twice, you pedaled continuously, stalking following your potential future bank. L was quick to notice of this and allowed you to do so

. It wasn’t til you arrived at a luxurious hotel that things went south. Knocked out by an unknown force, you woke up tied and blindfolded

. After a thorough interrogation, you were free to go. You’d also been forced to reveal your intentions. L, despite being the greatest detective in the world, was rather lost when you revealed in wanting him as a sugar daddy

“Why would I want to be your fructose father?”

. Watari had to, painfully, explain what being a sugar daddy entailed. This just resulted in L asking if Watari was HIS sugar daddy. Unknowingly, you’ve caused the old man so much trauma

. As you were being released from the restraints ooh kinky, L managed to get a good look at your face and body. Coincidentally, he was working a case in which models had been disfigured and brutally murdered

. Normally, he wouldn’t take such a case but the killer was incredibly interesting. Suddenly he wanted your input.

“I’m not a model, but thanks.”

. He offered money. Lives were at stake here, you guess you could offer some insight

. Being his consultant was basically the position of a glorified wall. Most of the time your ideas were ignored because L had already thought them and discarded them before your brain could even formulate one

. Still, you couldn’t complain. There was a lot of desserts and even though eating too much sweets would upset your stomach, you were too starved to notice. Watari, bless his heart, brought you actual meals

. You were essentially getting paid to keep Ryuzaki (as he said to call him) company. So in a way, to an extent, he was your sugar daddy.

. Eventually, you had to leave. L spun in his chair, looking slightly confused at the suggestion

“Where are you going?”

. The restroom was next door, why’d you have to announce it? Since he was unable to get the hint (social skills zero) you had to reveal that you were literally about to get evicted and you needed to pack your stuff before it was thrown out

. L, in all honesty, had gotten used to your presence, regardless how useless it was. Kind of like Watari, but in more friendly manner

. Spinning back, L casually said that he would pay for your rent as long as you came back. He needed someone to bounce ideas off …. as if he couldn’t already do that with Watari 🙄

. Things were fine, until they were not. L kept getting annoyed at the time it took you to get to the hotels. It wasn’t your fault that they kept changing places everytime

. To the detective, there was one simple solution… he asked you to move in with him. You blinked. He probably did not realize how intimate that proposal sounded, but it was L so perhaps it was just more of a roommates situation..?

. No longer worrying about being kicked to the streets and starving, you enrolled in some online courses. It was better than having to attend university and have to deal with another traveling dilemma

. Actually, you loved online classes. Because if you had a problem, you could ask L for help since he was really smart.

. At this point he had revealed he was L, and you were like 🧍‍♀️ok..? and im (name). He knew that, having done a background check the moment you met. Since you didn’t make a big deal out of it, L shrugged and went back to his laptop

. Anyways, when I say help, it was just code for L answering your question silently and returning to work. He would do the same for tests, even devising a way to cheat

. Academic morality? Gone. Your grades? High. Graduation? Complete. You weren’t sure if you deserve it but L seemed to think it valid so you took it as a yes

. L having you work as his assistant which, again, was a fancy title to keep his company. Him, accidentally admitting you’re his first friend. Kind of sad but you feeling warm upon hearing that??

. Occasionally taking breaks from work and having fun. L liked amusement parks, you didn’t peg him as the type, and he insisted on going on every single ride. A bit excessive but overall an unforgettable experience. The two of you came to a consensus and held hands to avoid losing each other. Your heart went pita patta pita patta though you’re sure it’s from the roller coaster

. You teaming up with Watari to force L into a shower because it’s been days. Heat flared against your cheeks upon fist seeing L’s torso. It wasn’t anything special,, he was skinny and pale but also incredibly soft??

. You also cutting his hair because it’s getting too long. L trying to gaslight you into thinking he DIDN’T moan when you pulled his hair. You complaining about not signing up to be his mother and him saying

“What about a partner?”

. No shut up, because your entire face felt HOT. You would have to tell Watari that the air conditioner was malfunctioning

. Finding out that L had heirs, Near, Mello, and Matt. Your brain going ????? Because when did L have kids? Are they your competition for his fortune now? Wait, are they YOUR kids now too????

. You proposing a friendship bracelet or something and L presenting you with two silver bands, one for him and one for you

. After recovering from the mild concussion you received after fainting from L sliding the ring down his finger and then yours, you finally admitted that you liked him, to which L went

“Aren’t we married already?”

. Um, okay. So you clearly missed some steps there but you’re not exactly against it

. Being intimate with L was difficult because both of you had limited experience. There was a lot of firsts for you both. It was awkward, it was sweet, it was passionate, it was intimate, it was kind of gross, and it was rare

. You enjoyed his presence more than anything. Somehow that was enough. You could honestly admit that he was your soulmate. The two of you understood each other without fail. At a certain point Watari believed you formed a telekinetic bond because one look from L and you were already nodding. Hello???

. L accepting the Kira case, taking risks but absolutely refusing to show others your face and name because you’re the only whose safety he prioritized over everybody

. L leaving you a young widow with a lot money after his death murder so you could live comfortably, until your own time came

. You struggling with grief. Sleeping in L’s clothes for days, hoping to retain his scent for as long as you could. Stuffing yourself with his favorite strawberry cake till you were vomiting. Having no support system because Watari, who was like a father, was gone too

. You searching for his inheritors to bring Kira to justice. Briefly bonding with those genius kids that reminded you a little too much of your beloved

. You breaking down after Mello’s and Matt’s death. It was happening all over again and you couldn’t do anything to stop it

. N having to deal with the fact that L, Mello, Matt, and you were dead. Him catching Kira in honor of those who died trying

. N visiting your grave once, which was situated next to L’s. The time he knew you both was brief but everlasting, not that he would admit it

. You finally reuniting with the weirdo who sat oddly in a bench, eating an ice cream whilst getting looks from concerned parents. Your L.

#l death note #l lawliet #l x you #l x y/n #l x reader #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x reader #death note #death note l #l lawliet x y/n #death note x reader #death note x you #death note x y/n #light yagami #mello death note #near death note #matt death note

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mcsaiccfmusesa · 2 years

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all of them❤️ for the Munday questions

@naivefell LMAO you asked for it

When did you start writing on Tumblr? around 2013 ><

Who was your first muse? Kenny from South Park

Who are your longest rp friends? @anomaliae @kissofthemuses and @scribedhorror

Favourite thing about roleplaying? Digging deeper on canon and expanding characterization to the point I know how my muse would react in any situation

Least favourite thing about roleplaying? The drama ><

OTP for your muse? LMAO I have so many... um going off my Euphoria muses; Fex.i and Kat/Ethan

NOTP for your muse? Not into NoTPS

What are some similarities between you and your muse/muses? I generally choose muses that I can relate to on one or two issues but not EVERYTHING... otherwise, I get overwhelmed by all the processing I'm doing for me and them at the same time. Like this is why I won't write Kat, Maddy, or Lexi ever--love them all but they have too many of the same issues as me. Whereas like Fez--he's protective of a little brother, very loyal, and feels very on his own (all of which I relate to) which gives me space to feel my relationship with my sister and build on it without overwhelming me with shared trauma. Allison Reynolds is probably the muse closest to who I am.

What are some differences between you and your muse/muses? I have more differences than similarities with most of my muses. I'm a lot more bold than Ethan or Fez and I'm a lot more motivated than Ethan as well. Usually I only relate to my muses on one or two major axis'

Would you be friends with your muse if they were real? I would love to be friends with Fez or Ethan or Jules lol... Most of my muses I think I'd like to be friends with at this point. Looking over my muse list... Peter Hayes is really the only one I think I would not be friends with

Would you write with duplicate characters? How do you think your muse would react? I don't have a problem with duplicates! As a multi, I really can't get in my head about it or I'd never have anyone to write with :) sometimes I think duplicates are scared of me but like you don't need to be ><

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back? Not at the moment no

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know? Ashtray likes to read a lot of shit especially financial new online

Who is an author that inspires you? Stephen King and Janet Fitch

What do you look for in a rp partner? Someone who is patient and someone who will be flexible in the muses that they write with. My muse is all over the place and I can get fixated. Partners that will talk OOC about real life and/or muses without expecting me to be productive writing wise

Favourite trope? Bed Shariiinngggg

Least favourite trope? LOVE TRIANGLES!!! Keep that shit away from me

Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet? Not off the top of my head but I love AUs and crossover verses especially :)

Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music? I listen to music that stimulates my muse. I make playlists for most of my muses and it's usually some combo of music they like, music that makes me think of them, and Taylor Swift

How do you overcome writer’s block? I don't! I take a few days off and then when I'm feeling it again I come back. I've learned over time that stressing and worrying about not being able to write always makes it last a lot longer. I might also try to write different muses or on my OC blog for a bit and/or watch things with my muse or that remind me of my muse

Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards? lmao yes >< lil sad sensitive bastards--Harry, Fez, Roy, Theo, Remus, Five... also very often sassy characters LMAO

Short, medium, or long threads? Depends on what we're trying to achieve. I like short for getting to know a dynamic between muses. Long if we're playing out a big moment that requires a lot of emotional depth. But I'd say Medium is my preference--like 9-15 lines small print is the sweet spot.

Do you ever get jealous when rping? How do you handle this? No. I do not. It is childish and I don't have the time or energy for that shit. If you do feel jealous, that's ok and you're valid but also like take ownership of that feeling--it's your feeling not something you need to project or express to someone else other than trusted friends. We all get insecure (I do get that way but not in comparison to others), and I think the most responsible thing to do is just focus on yourself

What about your muse are you most proud of? Harry Potter, Fez, Ethan, Jean... those are the ones I think I've developed the most; I've made them my own

#ooc

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hiddenwashington · 4 years

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As time goes on, more and more people find themselves stranded in Washington DC, away from their homes and families. But as the seasons change and the weather grows warmer, it becomes easier to see the bright side of things. The sun is shining, the days are longer, and the sounds of birds singing and children playing fill the air. Coats and boots are shed in favor of sandals and t-shirts, students are finishing up the school year, and the relief is clear in all their faces. Young couples and families with children wander the streets, enjoying the sun on their faces, and groups of teenagers lounge on blankets in the parks or by pools.

In an attempt to lift everyone’s spirits further, a letter goes out to every citizen of the city, creamy white envelopes addressed in perfect cursive. Once opened, you’ll find a beautiful invitation, gold writing decorating pure white stationary. A gold bow wraps around the center of the paper, with pressed flowers tucked into the ribbon. And though there are no postal markings, stamps, or even an address beyond the name of the recipient, it is clear upon reading where the invitation came from.

You are cordially invited to Washington DC’s summer masquerade gala, beginning May 16th. Hosted by our own President Leia Organa, the masquerade will take place in the White House. Food and drink will be available to all who attend, and of course there will be live music to dance to. This is a gala, after all, and what’s a gala without dancing? There will be photographers roaming the ballroom throughout the night, along with aerial and acrobatic artists performing in various parts of the White House for your entertainment.

In addition, later in the night, there will be an auction held for anyone interested. There will be plenty of exciting items to bid on, and it’s for a great cause! All the proceeds will go towards improving the city funded housing for those who arrive in Washington with no place to go. In addition, there will be one very special item available that will be revealed as the grand finale! All we’ll say for now is that it’s something that can grant what many of our citizens deeply desire. We promise that it will be worth the suspense!

This will be a formal event, so be sure to look your absolute best, and don’t forget your mask!

This invitation will grant you access to the White House, so keep it on you at all times!

As the invitations are received and the citizens get excited, rumors begin to swirl. What could this mystery item being auctioned off be? Many speculate it’s some sort of magical artifact. Some say it can return someone to the world they came from, some say that it can restore the lost memories of a loved one, and others still claim it will give you protection against some of the city’s more… dangerous tricks. But no one knows for certain except those involved in the planning, and they aren’t talking. Soon, the whole city is abuzz with gossip, and it only increases as the gala draws closer. Even those who have no desire to participate are curious as to what it could be, and excited for a night partying in the White House!

The White House will be closely guarded by secret service agents the night of the event, and they plan to make sure everyone is on their best behavior. They will explain to you upon entering the gala where you’re permitted to go and what is permitted. The White House itself is decorated in black and gold, with lanterns keeping the room dimly lit, adding to the mystery of who is behind each mask.

The event will take place mainly in the East Room, with bar tables set up in corners for anyone in need of refreshments, and smaller tables spread around both the edges of the room and out in the gardens, and a huge dance floor in the center of the room. There are floral centerpieces and candles in glass jars at each table, and there are silk curtains along the walls. In the State Dining Room, there will be long serving tables full of all the food you could want, extravagantly displayed on silver platters. Feel free to linger there, but know that all the fun will be taking place in the East Room.

The auction will take place in the blue room for anyone interested, with a small auctioneers platform set up on one end of the room, and rows of chairs for the guests who choose to participate. Upon entering the room, you will be given a paddle with your number for the auction. Feel free to exit and reenter at any time, just be sure to keep track of your paddle so you can claim your winnings from the Green Room the end of the night!

Also open are the gardens and the South Portico, for anyone in need of some fresh air. The garden paths and the balcony of the portico are lined with fairy lights, creating a beautiful atmosphere for an evening stroll if you’d like a moment away.

All other areas of the White House will be locked off, and guests are not permitted to access them.

tldr ; a summer masquerade and a mysterious auction are being held at the white house here in dc, a party for everyone to forget their woes, and a shot at gaining something many citizens desire. president organa has arranged a gala for one night, to allow all the citizens a night of enchantments and intrigue! you are invited, along with the rest of the people of washington, to the white house for a night of drinks, dancing and enjoyment! find a date, come with a group of friends, or even go on your own, just make sure you look your best and remember your invitation, or secret service won’t allow you inside!

OOC INFORMATION

hey there angels! welcome to hiddenwashington’s ninth event! we thought it would be nice to do something a little shorter and a little more lowkey after our big event at the beginning of the year! we are so unbelievably excited to get to release this one for you all, and we can’t wait to see what your characters make of it! continue reading below for more information on what’s going to be happening, and please drop a like on this post so we can know you’ve read it all!

DATES :

may 16th - may 20th may 22nd

in character the event will last for only one night, but we guarantee it will be a night packed with fun, excitement and just the right amount of drama!

please feel free to have your characters begin planning their outfits and dates/groups now and get excited!

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE GALA :

below is a short list of things your characters will be able to see and experience once they enter the white house! everyone will have plenty to do and explore, whether their intentions are innocent or a little more mischievous :

a basic layout of the white house : first floor (where the gala will take place) , feel free to explore more following this link , while most rooms will be locked off, that doesn’t mean that guests can’t get “lost”, or sneak off in search of “the bathroom”. just be sure to watch for secret service agents.

food and drink : free food, desserts and beverages will be available to everyone, so please help yourself and enjoy!

dancing : of course this is a gala, so go wild during a faster number, or finally extend an invitation to someone special to dance to one of the slower songs. request songs from the band and enjoy in every way you can!

the gardens : the gardens will be open to the public for those looking for a moment to enjoy the warm weather, so feel free to take a stroll!

outfits : dress to impress, whether in a gown or a tux, whatever fits your style best. and feel free to post outfits and looks now if you so please!

get creative : there are more guests than agents, and they can’t watch everyone, so feel free to explore and slip away if you wish!

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE AUCTION :

if you choose to take part in the auction, there is a list of terms that may be helpful right here!

there will be multiple things up for auction, starting from little trinkets and paintings, to experiences and electronics, and finally the most valuable item will be available at the end of the night.

the final item to be auctioned off has been rumored to bring to life what one desires most. be that a loved’s memories to return, a way to return home, a large fortune, revenge on someone who has wronged them, or even peace among everyone. whatever you’ve desired, it can grant just that.

please keep in mind that money is still being used for this auction. make it reasonable for each character. if your muse is struggling for money, they wouldn’t be able to bet over thousands of dollars. if they are swimming in cash, would they help out those around them? will they scheme to steal the final artifact for their own gain? remember, anything is possible, but don’t make it feel implausible.

TAGGING AND PLOTTING

once the event begins, please hold any and all non event threads. you may pick them up once it’s over, or start fresh with your characters cheerful and relaxed after a magical night.

please tag all interactions/starters/outfits with hwevent09 !!

feel free to have your characters start talking about the gala and auction and discussing it with their friends or potential dates! think of this post as the invitation arriving to your character! all of dc is now aware of the gala being planned and the city is filled with excitement and of course, gossip!

keep an eye on the main for any more information regarding the event, including after it’s begun!

you are free to decide how your muses feel about the event and what they plan on doing at the gala! but just know that we do ask that every character shows up at the white house that night, even if it isn’t something they’re really excited about. come for the food and drinks, the dancing, your friends or of course, the auction! whatever gets your characters there is fine by us, but the event is mandatory!!

and as always, have fun, get creative, think outside the box and enjoy this fun new event!!! we cannot wait to see where you all take this exciting opportunity! and please, again, like this when you have read it all! ♥

#hw: event #hw: ooc #hw: admin #hwevent09 #surprise !!!

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undead-park · 5 years

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Rules

Welcome to the rules page! Please make sure to read through these before sending an application/joining!

It’s important to read through and follow both the general and IC rules on the server itself. That was somewhat obvious.

You have to be 17+ to join the server

You can have up to 4 muses. They can be canon/OC,it’s up to you. Note that these muses can't be from the same gang,so you can't have Craig and Token or Stan and Kyle.

Check the masterlist,it’s regularly updated

Please make sure to choose factions for your muse(s). There are 5,and then factionless survivors. NOTE: Keep in kind that if you don't choose a faction for your muse(s),they will be put in one of the five. There is a 1/6 chance for them to be a factionless survivor. The reason for this is that otherwise,everyone'll want to be a factionless survivor and that's not fun. I use a random number generator to determine which faction the muse will go to.

In this house we don’t allow sexism,racism,transphobia,lgbtaphobia, nazis, terfs/swerfs,maps or anything of the sort. I know some muses are horrible,but you yourself can be like this,it'll get you banned.

Be nice,and please don’t fight among each other. If you have any issues with something or someone that you can’t sort out in PMs,ask an admin for help.

You’ll need to look at the characters list,just in case you want to play as a canon character someone else is already playing as. Don’t get mad if you can’t play a canon character because of that,either. We’re all mature people here.

Keep the main chats,both OOC and IC SFW. There are NSFW channels for NSFW topics. Keep it there.

It's okay if a character is a little OOC,but don't go overboard with the OOC stuff. Please.

Please do NOT force ships/smut on people. If you are politely asked to stop, please do. Make sure you communicate your intentions with your roleplaying partners clearly

Try to stay active. Post at least 3 or 4 times a week,and mention if you won’t be able to post. Inform an admin if you’re leaving the server

Don’t go picking fights with people because you dislike the character or how they’re played. Don’t go trying to get them to ditch muses because of that either. I know there are some characters that can be problematic. However, that does not give you right to be rude.

Do not randomly invite people without informing admins who they are.

Keep in mind that this is post apocalyptic South Park,where cults and cannibalism are a thing,where raiders put their victims’ heads on sticks,where people are gonna be horrible. There are a lot of triggering topics,such as gore,violence,alcohol abuse and torture that are gonna be played.

If you kill a muse off,that muse will be put up as {Dead/Deceased} on the masterlist. Said death will be permanent,so nobody’ll be able to play that character again. Not even you. So think before you do anything crazy.

No romantic relationships between family members or between adult and kid or person and animal. We don’t support pedophilia,beastiality nor do we support incest. If you wanna roleplay that shit,you’re gonna have to find yourself another group...or just like...fall off the earth or something.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to kill other people’s characters,no matter who or what they are,without their explicit persmission. If you want to get one of your own characters killed,just make sure the people you’re roleplaying with are okay with it. It also needs to be discussed with an admin. Faction leaders can’t be killed off. Neither can people involved in big plots. Everything to to be discussed.

Try to interact with others and not just roleplay with yourself. That’s why it’s a roleplay in the first place.So people’s characters can interact with each other

Drama IC is encouraged. Just don’t overdo it or do anything extreme without informing admins and the rest. We can discuss it. Let’s not constantly have big drama/angst. It tires people out,and can be very draining.

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5. since how long do you write?

Oh lord like idk since I was 12 really?? But long before that little Chelsea was dreaming stuff up and telling herself stories at bedtime.

13. hardest character to write

*sideeyes bram van helsing* Uh well someone has been causing me writerly trouble lately but overall I have more trouble with my OCs because they start to get wildly OOC from how I designed them. The little bastards.

14. easiest character to write

I have this weird thing where if I listen to someone/read them for long enough I can hear the words with their voice. Which is apparently A Thing. But at one point the answer was Dr. Miguelito Loveless because he had such a unique dialogue style that it was hella east to just hear things in his voice. Right now? Golly, right now it’s probably one of my OCs but most recently it was HM Murdock.

29. favorite story/poem of another author

Right now I’m hella into Lovecraft like I’m literally typing out one of his stories so I can get the feel of his heady-ass unnecessarily purple-as-fuck prose. It makes my head hurt if I don’t hydrate adequately before I read it. Favorite story by him is, currently, The Statement of Randolph Carter because it’s so short and perfect and it has a gr8 ending. My favorite poetry is by Stephen Vincent Benet and I’m just going to link you to some because otherwise I’ll talk about it all night. And I’m leaving my favorite piece of poetry by him under the cut because it’s hella long.

INVOCATIONAmerican muse, whose strong and diverse heartSo many men have tried to understandBut only made it smaller with their art,Because you are as various as your land,As mountainous-deep, as flowered with blue rivers,Thirsty with deserts, buried under snows,As native as the shape of Navajo quivers,And native, too, as the sea-voyaged rose.Swift runner, never captured or subdued,Seven-branched elk beside the mountain stream,That half a hundred hunters have pursuedBut never matched their bullets with the dream,Where the great huntsmen failed, I set my sorryAnd mortal snare for your immortal quarry.You are the buffalo-ghost, the broncho-ghostWith dollar-silver in your saddle-horn,The cowboys riding in from Painted Post,The Indian arrow in the Indian corn,And you are the clipped velvet of the lawnsWhere Shropshire grows from Massachusetts sods,The grey Maine rocks--and the war-painted dawnsThat break above the Garden of the Gods.The prairie-schooners crawling toward the oreAnd the cheap car, parked by the station-door.Where the skyscrapers lift their foggy plumesOf stranded smoke out of a stony mouthYou are that high stone and its arrogant fumes,And you are ruined gardens in the SouthAnd bleak New England farms, so winter-whiteEven their roofs look lonely, and the deepThe middle grainland where the wind of nightIs like all blind earth sighing in her sleep.A friend, an enemy, a sacred hagWith two tied oceans in her medicine-bag.They tried to fit you with an English songAnd clip your speech into the English tale.But, even from the first, the words went wrong,The catbird pecked away the nightingale.The homesick men begot high-cheekboned thingsWhose wit was whittled with a different soundAnd Thames and all the rivers of the kingsRan into Mississippi and were drowned.They planted England with a stubborn trust.But the cleft dust was never English dust.Stepchild of every exile from contentAnd all the disavouched, hard-bitten packShipped overseas to steal a continentWith neither shirts nor honor to their back.Pimping grandee and rump-faced regicide,Apple-cheeked younkers from a windmill-square,Puritans stubborn as the nails of Pride,Rakes from Versailles and thieves from County Clare,The black-robed priests who broke their hearts in vainTo make you God and France or God and Spain.These were your lovers in your buckskin-youth.And each one married with a dream so proudHe never knew it could not be the truthAnd that he coupled with a girl of cloud.And now to see you is more difficult yetExcept as an immensity of wheelMade up of wheels, oiled with inhuman sweatAnd glittering with the heat of ladled steel.All these you are, and each is partly you,And none is false, and none is wholly true.So how to see you as you really are,So how to suck the pure, distillate, storedEssence of essence from the hidden starAnd make it pierce like a riposting sword.For, as we hunt you down, you must escapeAnd we pursue a shadow of our ownThat can be caught in a magician's capeBut has the flatness of a painted stone.Never the running stag, the gull at wing,The pure elixir, the American thing.And yet, at moments when the mind was hotWith something fierier than joy or grief,When each known spot was an eternal spotAnd every leaf was an immortal leaf,I think that I have seen you, not as one,But clad in diverse semblances and powers,Always the same, as light falls from the sun,And always different, as the differing hours.Yet, through each altered garment that you wore,The naked body, shaking the heart's core.All day the snow fell on that Eastern townWith its soft, pelting, little, endless sighOf infinite flakes that brought the tall sky downTill I could put my hands in the white skyAnd taste cold scraps of heaven on my tongueAnd walk in such a changed and luminous lightAs gods inhabit when the gods are young.All day it fell. And when the gathered nightWas a blue shadow cast by a pale glowI saw you then, snow-image, bird of the snow.And I have seen and heard you in the dryClose-huddled furnace of the city streetWhen the parched moon was planted in the skyAnd the limp air hung dead against the heat.I saw you rise, red as that rusty plant,Dizzied with lights, half-mad with senseless sound,Enormous metal, shaking to the chantOf a triphammer striking iron ground.Enormous power, ugly to the fool,And beautiful as a well-handled tool.These, and the memory of that windy dayOn the bare hills, beyond the last barbed wire,When all the orange poppies bloomed one wayAs if a breath would blow them into fire,I keep forever, like the sea-lion's tuskThe broken sailor brings away to land,But when he touches it, he smells the musk,And the whole sea lies hollow in his hand.So, from a hundred visions, I make one,And out of darkness build my mocking sun.And should that task seem fruitless in the eyesOf those a different magic sets apartTo see through the ice-crystal of the wiseNo nation but the nation that is Art,Their words are just. But when the birchbark-callIs shaken with the sound that hunters makeThe moose comes plunging through the forest-wallAlthough the rifle waits beside the lake.Art has no nations--but the mortal skyLingers like gold in immortality.This flesh was seeded from no foreign grainBut Pennsylvania and Kentucky wheat,And it has soaked in California rainAnd five years tempered in New England sleetTo strive at last, against an alien proofAnd by the changes of an alien moon,To build again that blue, American roofOver a half-forgotten battle-tuneAnd call unsurely, from a haunted ground,Armies of shadows and the shadow-sound.In your Long House there is an attic-placeFull of dead epics and machines that rust,And there, occasionally, with casual face,You come awhile to stir the sleepy dust;Neither in pride not mercy, but in vastIndifference at so many gifts unsought,The yellowed satins, smelling of the past,And all the loot the lucky pirates brought.I only bring a cup of silver air,Yet, in your casualness, receive it there.Receive the dream too haughty for the breast,Receive the words that should have walked as boldAs the storm walks along the mountain-crestAnd are like beggars whining in the cold.The maimed presumption, the unskilful skill,The patchwork colors, fading from the first,And all the fire that fretted at the willWith such a barren ecstasy of thirst.Receive them all--and should you choose to touch themWith one slant ray of quick, American light,Even the dust will have no power to smutch them,Even the worst will glitter in the night.If not--the dry bones littered by the wayMay still point giants toward their golden prey.

#replies #liggytheauthoress #hi my name is chelsea and i only like one poem but its a novel length odyssey style telling of the civil war and its rad

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BDRPWriMo Task #16: TV Soundtrack

Task: Jukebox Musical/TV or Movie Soundtrack - come up with a playlist of at least 10 songs, write a scene summary to go with each one.

AU: The Robinsons is a hit multigenerational Netflix show featuring an ensemble cast, chronicling the lives of main couple Franny and Cornelius Robinson from childhood all the way through their marriage, and the lives of their families. Rated TV-14 some episodes, but some have mature content rated MA.

These aren’t in chronological order, I was too lazy to fix everything because the ideas came to me out of order.

tw: violence, marijuana use, underage drinking (in the US anyway), abuse of prescription medication (ADHD meds), mentions of abortion (a side character), sexual themes, car accident

tagging my husband because lots of these involve him @nottomsellecksorry

[ooc: these events all happened, just obv not with cool background music]

Episode Title: Song

1. The Mugshot: Oh, Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison

(Inspired by the use of Istanbul in the diner fight scene in The Umbrella Academy)

Background: Since the beginning of the series, Franny Robinson has had a framed mugshot of herself throwing up the rock n’ roll hand gesture with a cut on her face on the wall of the Robinson home. This episode is where the mugshot’s origin is revealed.

Franny and Cornelius had only been married for a little over a year when they visited Franny’s parents in Georgia for her mother’s birthday. One night during their stay, they went out drinking in the city (Atlanta) with Franny’s youngest older brother (Art) and a bunch of Franny’s hometown friends. A man at one of the bars, one with a gorgeous outdoor bar, where the scene takes place, wouldn’t leave Franny alone even after she flashed her wedding ring. The situation quickly got heated and before Franny’s brother or friends could step in between them, the man shoved Franny back into a table.

[background noise is edited out in post-production, there is no sound but the sound of glasses falling and shattering on the bar’s patio as Franny looks down at her sandaled feet, now bleeding from glass cutting them a little.]

And then;

[the first notes of Oh, Pretty Woman]

“He put his hands on me first. He shoved me first, you all saw that, right?” Franny said, holding out and index finger and pointing it at her husband, at her friends, at Art, and at strangers who had long since begun to spectate.

“He touched me first. So this is self defense.” She said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before launching herself at him. All five feet five inches of her came at him like a missile and absolutely knocked the crap out of this guy. Her big brother didn’t even need to throw a punch, she had this all on her own.

[Mercy!!] As Franny slams the man’s face onto a table.

As they were both clearly fighting, both Franny and the man were arrested and taken to the police station, and while they took her mughot, Franny threw up the rock n’ roll gesture with a bored expression.

2. Payne Lake, Georgia: Blue by LeAnn Rimes

Background: Cornelius’s first EVER visit to Franny’s hometown of Payne Lake, Georgia. The first time she introduced him to her family.

Neil and Franny join some of Franny’s friends at the little town’s bar on karaoke night, they’re hangin’ out, munching on the bar’s specialty - Irish Nachos; waffle fries with melted queso, scallions, ground beef, salsa, and black beans - with her regular hometown crew. But then her high school voice teacher (who is a bartender too because ‘Murica) is like “Franny Framagucci, it is KARAOKE night!!! Sing!!!!”

And Franny’s all like “Noooooo” because Neil’s only heard her sing in musical productions through NYU, or at showcases for jazz studies. So meticulously practiced and critiqued performances. She’d yet to invite him to any open mics she was going to or anything like that. This man thought she was perfect!! ! ! She needed to make sure he kept that myth as truth.

So Franny was all “no, I simply CAN’T” but then her teacher started chanting ‘sing, sing, sing’ and her friends joined in, and then people around them recognized Franny - small towns, gotta love ‘em - and someone shouted out “Do Blue, Franny!”

“Haha, no way”

“Come ooooon”

“Well, if you inSIST”

When Franny was in high school, she’d learned to yodel to she could knock Blue out of the park to show up some bitch she hated at the county fair. Very South, Much Georgia, wow. So naturally, she stood on stage and rocked Blue in all her Georgia glory in front of her very Yankee boyfriend, exposing her very uncool country bumpkin side to him for the first time.

Except, it only made him think she was even MORE wonderful, he just got even bigger heart eyes than usual.

3. Am I A Crazy Bitch?: Science vs Romance by Rilo Kiley

Background: Earlier in the episode, Franny had gone off on Cornelius because she was insulted he’d offered to pay for part of her tuition for the upcoming semester so she wouldn’t have to work as much. Because the last episode, he found out she’d been abusing Adderall on a semi-regular basis to be able to stay awake long enough to juggle school, work, a social life, and seeing him. And confronted her about it. So this episode, he was like “let me make it easier for you.” And Franny went off on him because she was A. insulted, and B. so mad at herself, because his response to his girlfriend abusing Adderall shouldn’t be ‘give her money for college.’ He should be!! Disappointed in her!! He should!! Hate her! And she felt disgusted with herself that he didn’t.

SO.

The song plays while it flips between scenes of

A. college-aged Franny sitting on the bathroom floor of her apartment smoking weed #hating herself after she went off on Neil before he left for a business trip to Europe. She can be heard muttered “stupid bitch, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you” as she moves to straight up laying down on the bathroom tile.

B. scenes of Neil in Berlin; in the back of a car halfheartedly listening to his assistant reading off the agenda for the day, pretending to listen to what his German nerd counterparts are saying as he’s just spaced out and sad, only picking at his food across the table from his assistant

C. Art (Franny’s youngest older brother) typing an e-mail to his parents because he’s too afraid to tell them in person he’s dropping out of university for the second time

D. Sophie (Franny’s mother) sitting alone in the kitchen of the Framagucci home after having woken up from a nightmare about her life under the Khmer Rouge, drinking hot tea

E. Delia Weiss, one of Franny’s closest college friends and eventually lifelong friend, smoking a cigarette and standing outside of an abortion clinic that opens the next morning, after having found out earlier in the episode she was pregnant with her shitty ex’s baby, hinting to the audience she planned to come back tomorrow to terminate

4. Cambodian Independence Day: I’m A Cuckoo by Belle & Sebastian

Background: Franny, who had up until this point in her life, never cut her hair more than a few inches, was told she would need to bob her hair to star as Millie in NYU’s production of Thoroughly Modern Millie. Long hair is a cultural thing for many Cambodian women and while it didn’t carry too much significance to Franny personally, it very much mattered to her mother, Sophea (”Sophie”). The episode happens to be set on November 9th, which is the day Cambodia became independent from France.

I’m A Cuckoo plays as Franny’s standing in the kitchen of Cornelius’s NYC apartment, scissors in hand, just chopping off her hair that went down to just a couple inches above her tailbone. She keeps repeating, “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m so dead.” Then says “Mak’s gonna skin my hide alive then use it as a lampshade, Ed Gein style.”

When Cornelius laughs at her joke she whines, “It’s not funny, I’m serious! When my mother kills me say somethin’ nice about me at the funeral.”

Scene skips ahead to Franny examining her hair in Neil’s bathroom mirror, biting down on her lip and whimpering. He slips his arms around her waist and kisses her cheek, “I think it looks nice.”

“I’m going to be buried. Alive, most likely.”

“Shh.”

“Mak’s going to kill me, revive me, then kill me again.” *whines* “I look like a Boy Scout.”

*Neil turns her away from the mirror to face him. “You look beautiful.”

“You always say that.”

“It’s always true.”

Aaaaaand some more kissing later, they’re having Hot Sex against the bathroom counter. They’re horny 20-somethings, what can ya do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5 & 6. Am I A Manic Pixie Dream Girl?: I Held Her In My Arms by Violent Femmes // Prove My Love by Violent Femmes

Background: Franny decided to give Cornelius a glimpse into what poor people do for fun. When she couldn’t afford concert tickets, she and her friends both back home and in NYC would go to parking decks overlooking amphitheater venues to see concerts. So she took Neil to a parking deck to watch a Violent Femmes concert - and planned to, for the first time ever, open up about some parts of her life.

I Held Her In My Arms plays and Franny’s dancing, having a great time, and tbh this is sUCH a manic pixie dream girl moment, I’m ashamed. She’s ashamed. God is ashamed.

Fast forward, and she’s back to sitting down, her legs fit under the barrier between the parking deck and the drop to the concrete below, so her feet are comfortably dangling in the air as she-- know what, lemme just copy-paste a selection from our Discord DMs

mckala 10/26/2019 Oh wow wanna know the first time Franny was Purposely vulnerable in front of him vs. he-caught-her-at-her-worst-moments

mary 10/26/2019 uuhh yes pls, i say knowing i will regret

mckala 10/26/2019 OH the good news is, it's not SUPER sad, but it's #revealing SO

She opens up about how poor her family is, and how much she'd been bullied for being Asian, biracial, having an immigrant mother and Swiss immigrant stepdad and their funny accents, and how she puts all this pressure on herself to succeed since she couldn't be smart in the "right" way (STEM), so she HAS to do well in the arts against all odds to make her parents proud, and to make enough money so that her mom and dad don't have to work past retirement age. "So my mom can enjoy her life after what she went through in Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge."

But she does it...lowkey romantically, like

Franny takes Cornelius to the parking deck overlooking a lil amphitheater concert venue to watch a Violent Femmes concert, and now Franny has like a part-time job while in school so she CAN afford tickets -- and she has a rich boyfriend -- but she purposely took him to the parking deck to listen to the music and at one point she turned to him and said "When I was in middle and high school in Atlanta, we'd do this a lot. It was the only way we could afford to go see live shows."

And then she's like "We were - /are/ poor. Really poor. Not like you." Bc she assumes he was always decently well-off once he was adopted since his mother probably made at least six figures by her estimate.

And she's monologuing pretty much until her eyes water without her really REALIZING. Just monologues about how much pressure she puts on herself to BE perfect, to BE the best, to not make mistakes because she already made the big mistake of not "Being smart enough to be a doctor, or an engineer, or a lawyer, or half as smart as you."

mary 10/26/2019 oW, my hEART meanwhile neil is just like, "there is no right way to be smart. and you're smarter than me in a million different ways, so we're going to put an end to that line of thinking right here and now." because he didnt look at music as anything other than white noise until she came into his life

mckala 10/26/2019 OHHH MYYYY GOD

SO. They’re all snuggling and kissing for a bit, then at one point Franny’s like “We need to go to the car right now so we can ;)” and he’s not picking up what she’s putting down because he is far less sexperienced than her lmao, so he’s like “...what? Wait, but - oh. OH.”

And Prove My Love plays as Franny gets nerdy, newly sexually active Neil to have sex with her in a his car in a public parking deck, SMH. At [special favors come in thirty-one flavors] the camera pans to Franny’s face as she’s receiving oral ASDFGHJKL; and at [third verse, same as the first] the episode goes to end credits.

7. I’m Twenty-Two Years Old: I’m Sixteen Years Old by Ros Sereysothea

****TW: CAR ACCIDENT*****

I’m Sixteen is a running musical theme throughout the episode

Background: The previous episode, Franny and the rest of the cast that were NYU students have graduated from NYU. Last episode ended with Franny and Cornelius celebrating her graduation with both of their families, and plenty of nudges from both sets of parents ‘sooo, can we expect a summer wedding, orrrrrr does Franny want to take the summer to think about masters’ programs?’ A lot of Franny and Neil hissing at their mothers ‘Mak/Mom, stoooop’ but earlier that episode Franny and Neil actually talked about getting married next spring, once they figured out whether or not they were staying in New York now that Franny was done with NYU.

The episode I’m Twenty-Two Years Old begins with Franny driving at a comfortable five over the speed limit on the interstate at night. A cassette tape of Cambodian 60′s and 70′s psychedelic rock is playing in Franny’s car as she’s finishing up a phone call on her good ol’ Nokia 5190. (Remember, this was 2002.)

[I’m Sixteen begins to play in the background during the phone call when it was on Franny’s end]

“Yes ma’am, I should be at the house in about an hour.”

[camera shows Lucille Robinson in her neighborhood finishing up a night jog]

“Franny Framagucci, you know I told you to call me Lucille. You and your manners.”

“I can’t help it, my mama would kill me if she knew I let Lucille slip sometimes.”

“If you marry my son you can just call me mom.”

“What d’you mean if? It’s when. It’s for sure when, we just- we want to sort a couple things out post-NYU first.”

“So you’ve talked about it?”

“Mmhm. I’m going to talk to him about it again when he’s back from Beijing. I’ll tell you everything when I get to the house. Thanks again for lettin’ me crash a couple days. I dunno, I just feel kinda melancholy about graduatin’. Didn’t wanna be at the apartment all alone for a whole week.”

“You’re family, you’re welcome anytime.”

“I know. Love yoooou, see you soon!”

She tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and turned the music up. [I’m Sixteen is now playing loudly.] Soon, a car going the wrong way comes speeding at Franny and Franny screams shrilly above the music as she’s aware there’s no avoiding impact. The scene fades to black and a countdown clock appears on screen.

9:00:00. Nine hours, zero minutes, zero seconds before the accident.

Franny’s dancing around their apartment in one of Neil’s shirts and her underwear listening to that same cassette of Khmer 60s and 70s music. [I’m Sixteen is playing.] She’s singing along and when Cornelius steps out of the bedroom wheeling his suitcase behind him, Franny briefly interrupts her dancing to wave at him before she grabs a handful of Swedish Fish gummies (her favorite American candy) from an open bag on the countertop and pops one into her mouth while dancing.

She dances her way over to Neil and shoves a Swedish Fish in his mouth and asks him. “Got your deodorant?” He hums an affirmative. “Backup underwear and pants in case you spill stuff on your lap thrice in one day again?”

“Must you have so little-” he’s given pause when she shoves another fish in his mouth. “-faith in me?”

Franny grins. “My love, I have all the faith in the world...in your clumsiness.” Commence some cute kissing before Franny’s like “hey, heeeey, no getting handsy. Because then I’m going to take your clothes off and you’re going to miss your flight, and Tanya [Neil’s assistant at the time] is going to kill me.”

Scenes between several of the cast of characters happen, yadda yadda.

Eventually when the clock strikes 00:00:00, Neil’s plane from his first layover at Dallas-Fort Worth touches down at LAX at the same time of Franny’s car accident.

The scene cuts to the wreckage of the two cars, it is out of focus and shaky with occasional flashes of clarity to show important actions. Franny’s car falling into place upside down, Franny’s neck not supporting her head anymore because she’s unconscious and her head the rolling to one side, other drivers leaping out of their cars and running to the wreck.

Cut to what can be assumed to be a couple hours later, at LAX. Neil’s still waiting on his flight to China and just chilling, humming the tune of I’m Sixteen because it was in his head from this morning. He begins to mumble an approximation of the lyrics, but he’s immediately disgusted with his lack of ability to speak Khmer. He turns to Tanya.

“Do you think I should learn Khmer?”

“Huh?”

“Khmer. I should learn it.”

“Oh, that language your girlfriend speaks? Good luck. It sounds rough. Every time she’s on the phone with her mother I think they’re fighting.”

Cornelius shook his head. “I think it’s beautiful.”

“You’d think it was beautiful if it was just high-pitched screeching because it’s to do with her.” Tanya poked affectionately.

Neil’s phone rings. Caller ID says Art, Franny’s middle brother.

[I’m Sixteen plays over the background noises of the following scenes spliced together]

Cornelius shooting out of his seat and listening with wide eyes before running to the nearest counter to find the first flight back to New York, Franny in surgery, Bud and Lucille (who were the first people Franny’s family in Georgia called to ask them to go to the hospital since they’re in New York, they’re in Georgia) scurrying out of the house, and poor Tanya looking frustrated as fuck as she realizes Cornelius is about to just throw away important investment opportunities to fly back to New York for a situation he has literally no control over.

8. Brothers and Sisters: She’s Actin’Single (I’m Drinkin’ Doubles) by Gary Stewart

Two years before Franny even met Cornelius, she was an eighteen year old high school senior and her oldest brother was Going Through Some Shit. Specifically, a breakup.

He was laying on his bedroom floor listenin’ to sad cowboy music and she was like “fuuuuuck no” so her 5′5 ass grabbed her over six foot tall big brother up off the floor and hissed “We’re going to Uncle Lemmy’s garage right the fuck now!”

In one hand was the cassette Gaston was listening to, tucked under her armpit was a bottle of Maker’s Mark she swiped from their vati’s (father’s) collection on the way out, and she had an iron grip on Gaston’s hand with her other hand.

Unlce Lemmy was a Vietnamese man actually called Tất Văn Hữu Liêm in proper Vietnamese naming custom, but to the neighborhood kids he was Uncle Lemmy.

“Bác Lemmy!” Franny called out in Vietnamese as she let herself in after knocking. “We need to use the garage. Gaston’s girlfriend just broke up with him.”

“Oh, dear. Do you kids need anything?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have any goi cuon laying around would you?”

“I can roll some!”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Bac Lemmy.”

“Nonsense. Gaston is in crisis!”

In Uncle Lemmy’s garage was a karaoke machine. Franny popped in the cassette of sad cowboy music and shoved the mic into Gaston’s hand. “Sing it out, you sad bastard.”

She opened the bottle of Maker’s Mark and took a swig, handing the whiskey out to Gaston, too. The songs you listen to in your sad cowboy hours? They covered them all. All My Ex’s Live In Texas. Neon Moon. Long Gone Lonesome Blues. (”Whooo, fuck that bitch!” shouted Franny at some point during Hank Williams.) Misery Loves Company. I Told You So.

The highlight of Framagucci siblings drunk karaoke at 2:30 in the afternoon? She’s Actin’ Single.

[I've seen men look at her before And they think, I don't see] “God,” Franny slurred, very, very drunk. “How fucked is that? Fuck off, partner, that ain’t your woman.”

[I know she'll be lookin' back The minute I'm not there While she pours herself on some stranger I pour myself a drink somewhere] “Daaaaaaamn, bitch.”

By the chorus, Franny and Gaston were just wasted scream-singing the lyrics at each other.

9. Go Ahead: Go Ahead by Rilo Kiley

Basically, the song the soundtrack team put over the scene where Franny took Neil’s virginity lmao. You can tell I stayed up til 6:30 am yesterday working on this task, and now it is almost 4 AM the next day and I’m still trying to finish, so I’m very much trying to stop being Extra now.

It was v soft and giggly and the most wholesome sex scene in cinema mmkay

10. That Damned Penguin Song: Papa Pingouin by Sophie & Magaly

One week when Wilbur was very small, Cornelius and Franny made the mistake of letting Franny’s Swiss Italian-French-German speaking father be the main one to watch Wilbur for a four-day period when both Franny and Neil were insanely busy. Adrien was a godsend, really. Whenever Wilbur was being fussy he would sing and dance to the 1980 absolute BOP that is Papa Pingouin.

But when Adrien Framagucci left Swynlake after his visit?

“Muuuuummy, Daaaaaaaddy. Penguin! Sing penguin!”

Except, neither of them knew what the actual fuck Wilbur was talking about, until Franny suddenly remembered from her childhood. When Adrien, who wasn’t her biological father, was trying to convince Franny to like him so she’d let him marry her mother, she vaguely recalled a French song relating to a penguin.

In her memory, six year old Franny had demanded Adrien do something stupid in public and he obliged by singing a French song and acting like a penguin.

Slowly, tentatively, Franny sang the first few bars

Le papa pingouin, le papa pingouin Le papa, le papa, le papa pingouin Le papa pingouin s'ennuie sur la banquise...?

“Muuuuuummy noooo, you gotta do dance! Pépère does the dance.”

Franny inhaled sharply and turned to Cornelius. “How much do you love me, dear?”

“Huh?”

“You married me. It’s not like a Wal-mart where you can just return me if you bring the receipt, yes?” “Uh...”

“I’ll explain after the little guy is satisfied.” With that she turned to Wilbur, sighed, and did Papa Pingouin with full enthusiasm. If French wasn’t Cornelius’s best second language, it was by the time Wilbur outgrew Papa Pingouin.

The penguin song was Wilbur’s favorite until he outgrew it. For years. Years. Y E A R S, Neil and Franny were in a loop of Papa Pingouin. Cornelius is now 45 and Franny is about to be 40. Papa Pingouin still haunts their dreams.

IT IS 5 AM ON DAY 2 OF WORKING ON THIS LMAO FINALLY DONE

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Mike "Vampir" Makowski- Accepted

Mun Info:

Name- Bon

Age- 24

Pronouns- they/them

Time Zone- GMT +1

Discord- Mike Makowski#1605

Ic Info:

Character’s name- Mike “Vampir” Makowski

Age- 19

Gender/pronouns- Bigender, but they are not out to anyone about this. Pronouns are he/him, she/her or they/them when identifying as a male, and she/her and they/them when identifying as female. Again, no one knows this! Everyone believes Mike uses he/him only.

Species- Human

Physical description-

Mike is the definition of a bean pole. Being 5 feet & 10 inches tall, lanky and thin with long arms and legs, as well as struggling with an eating disorder, Mike is a pretty frail looking person despite his height. There are no muscles to be found here. Mike still looks like he did when he was younger, dressing in the same jackets, cloaks and flashy outfits, and never leaving his house without his makeup on. He’s gotten a few new piercings in his ears, as well as a snake bites piercing. His favourite one is the one on his neck, where he got two studs resembling the holes of a vampire bite. He still wears plastic fangs that are attached to his corner teeth.

Mike’s hair is surprisingly not as long as one would expect it to be after so many years of sporting long hair. Because of reasons unknown to even the other vamps, he cut it off when he was around 17 years old. It’s grown out quite a bit now though and ends around his shoulders. His hair is black and has underlights in bright lime green, and he’s still sporting that silly little cow lick on top of his head. Mike has long bangs covering the left side of his face, not only because it looks stylish, but because he is covering up his left eye, that he is completely blind in. It is foggy white in colour because of a cataract in it, while his good eye is bright green. He never shows his eye to anybody, so people do not even know that he is blind in it.

Personality description-

Mike is the passionate leader of the vamp kids. He loves to organise events and play around with the other vamps, loves to roleplay online, LARP, write fan fics, draw, etc etc… He loves to educate and bring people together! He adores every single vamp kid to bits, and would take a bullet for them any day.

This doesn’t mean he’s very brave though, or good at fighting. He’s been abused his whole life, and will flinch if someone moves their hand too fast in his direction, and is very easy to manipulate. He is bad at saying no, and if someone tries to speak over him, he’ll shut up and let them talk.

He is generally a very friendly person, and always feels a need to help and look out for those around him. He’s the big brother friend for sure. Or big sister, depending on the day. The only ones that can make Mike angry or bring out a good amount of sass, are the goths. He tries to ignore them if he can though. Over all, Mike is an outgoing weenie who loves his friends.

Background-

Mike grew up in an abusive household, away from his mother and Mr. Adams. When he was little his parents divorced early on, and he stayed with his father, while his twin brother went with their mother. His father blamed the twins for the divorce, convinced that the fault was in him and their mother not being ready to have two kids instead of one, and not because of his actual flaws as a person. He is physically and emotionally abusive, very manipulating, and the reason why Mike can seem like a pushover and hesitant to fight back. However he is also trying to overcome his struggles, so don’t think that he’s a door mat or anything for you to walk all over.

Growing up Mike always loved the occult and scary things, and was a huge fan of vampires way before the trend took off at school. If anything, what pushed him to really get the fad going, was the sudden popularity of the Twilight movies, and he saw a chance to express his love for vampires more openly. He surprised himself when he naturally fell into the leader role of the vamp kids, and with the position his confidence grew, he made some great friends, and the club pretty much became his life. Even as an 19 year old, he’s still managing the club with great passion.

Head cannons-

Mike is trans bigender, but still in the closet, presenting himself as a cis male. Only one or two people know about his actual gender, and Mike has told them to not tell a soul. He sometimes identifies as male, and sometimes female. He never knows how long he’ll identify as either, it can be a single day, a week, a month, or a whole year. He vastly prefers the name Vampir when identifying as female because it is gender neutral, and therefore always asks people to call him Vampir, to make it more natural. (OOC I might refer to Mike/Vampir as he/him, but also she/her. I kept the pronouns as he/him and referred to him as “Mike” on this application to make it easier to read as a whole)

Mike has a lisp with or without the clumsy vampire fangs, because of a tongue thrust he’s had to deal with his whole life. It could have been corrected with braces, but his dad never bothered to get him any luxury like that. He struggles the most on s, c, z, sh and th sounds, and it is very noticable.

Mike has ADD. This mostly presents itself in his wild imagination (he loved to play pretend when he was little, specifically that he was a vampire..), the way his mind jumps between topics, and how he’s bad at keeping things in his head. He has a short attention span and struggles to show interest in stuff he’s not passionate about (and he jumps stuff when he IS). He misreads things and sometimes skips certain words when typing something up. When he ends up in arguments, his mind goes completely blank, and he’ll either leave, or completely lose his side of the argument. He however is very calm in general, and laid back. He takes Ritalin when he feels the need for it.

Mike wants to become a teacher at South Park Elementary, an art and history teacher to be specific. He loves to draw with great passion, especially old buildings from the gothic revival, but he also draws more lighthearted stuff like characters and animals. He has his own webcomic that is starting out around this age, it’s about vampires (of course). It’s very good, and surprisingly innocent. He takes commissions and just loves to draw vampsonas for his friends (or whatever you might want from him… weirdos).

Mike can summon spirits, has a lot of experiences in spiritual games and rituals, such as using a ouija board, and playing “One-man hide and seek” by his lonesome. He’s made some poor choices in the past, and today he never goes into these situations without making sure it is as safe as possible.

Mike can see dead people, spirits of those that have passed on. He actually can’t tell them apart from people who are actually alive most of the time, which can lead to some awkward moments. He can’t sense the difference between the living and dead, but he can see and touch them no problem. It’s plagued him every since he was little, and he learned early on that he shouldn’t talk about it, because it’d anger his father, have him end up calling him crazy, and more often than not resulted in him getting hurt somehow.

Sample roleplay (two paragraphs)-

The last people Mike had wanted to run into this morning were the goths. He avoided them all like the plague, and he always made sure to never be left alone with any of them if he could. It was shameful to admit, but he just didn’t feel safe around them, and really, how could he? They had jumped him and beaten him up when he was just a kid, and sent him somewhere far away all alone. Even if they would’ve tried to apologise, it’d be difficult to accept. The encounter had been bad, he had said some things he would regret, and he was now in a sour mood… But it was nothing that the other vamp kids couldn’t fix.

As soon as he spotted them by their lockers the frown was instantly flipped upside down, and he picked up his pace to meet up with Larry, Katie, and the rest of the vamps. Years had passed, some of them were not as into vampires as they used to be… but they all remained friends. He excitedly told them about an event that he had planned for the younger vamps, or ‘baby bats’ as he so fondly called them, and quite a few of them said that they’d love to help out. With a dorky, fanged grin, the lord and dark master of the vamps took the lead down the hallway, excitedly exclaiming “It will be a night they will not thoon forget!”

Free Hat 👌

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