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rainbowsky · 3 years

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Did DLS Out DD During a DDU Recording and Make Him Cry?

This has been making the rounds on Twitter and YouTube and even Tumblr, for a while now. Fancam footage of DLS making a boyfriend joke and then leaning in to a supposedly upset DD and trying to smooth things over.

This whole thing is based on fancam footage taken during the recording of the DDU 20190825 episode. In this episode dating was being discussed using four beautiful young women, DD and QF along with two handsome young guests as a backdrop.

The subtitles of the fan cam present a scenario where DLS supposedly refers to DD as ‘not needing a girlfriend because he already has a boyfriend’ and then leaning into a supposedly emotional DD and apologizing, trying to calm him down; saying viewers won’t understand what was said.

Let’s take a look at the video:

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The full fan cam footage that this out of context clip was taken from can be found here.

If you watch the episode and the complete fan cam footage, you’ll see that this happened during the segment where they were being asked to comment on various dating scenarios. An announcer would present each scenario in a multiple choice format, asking the women to choose between four options based on the type of guy they’d most like to date. For example:

How would you like the boy you like to invite you for a meal on the weekend?

A] Save your weekend for me. Do not say no.

B] You had breakfast at 7:50 this morning and lunch at 12:30. It’s already 7pm now. You have to eat meals on time. Why don’t I take you out for dinner?

C] I tried to explain my thoughts when I look at you, but I failed. So do you have time for dinner with me this weekend? Let’s talk about it.

D] Get out. Dinner.

My opinion

We should always, always be suspicious of anything that is presented without context. 99.9% of the time, when someone removes context they are doing so to mislead audiences. This clip is a perfect example of that. The video creator appears to have removed important context in order to make the clip better fit the narrative they’re trying to sell.

In this segment of the episode, the hosts and guests were seen commenting on the options as they were being read out. The comments DLS is making appear to be in response to something the announcer has said. I don’t think the comments have anything whatsoever do to with DD.

I also don’t think DD looks even remotely upset. Certainly not near tears. Some fans seem over-eager to claim DD is crying. We’ve all seen DD cry, but it’s exceptionally rare and only happens in very personal situations. This doesn’t qualify. It wouldn’t qualify even if everything the video creator claimed was true. DD would be more likely to get angry than cry in such a situation. He isn’t doing either of these things.

Whoever made this video simply doesn’t ‘get’ DD’s personality at all. The people who buy this are similarly unfamiliar with him.

I invite everyone to use your own eyes and your own judgment. Ignore what’s being claimed, ignore the framing you’ve been given of the scenario by me or the video creator, and instead just watch the clip. Does that look like a man on the verge of tears to you?

Second and third opinions

I asked the indispensable @potteresque-ire and @knivescharade what they thought of the clip. I didn’t tell them anything about my opinion, but simply sent the clip and asked their thoughts - are the subtitles correct, what do you think of the lip reading, etc.

@knivescharade

wow, for this person to put this analysis in i would say that lip reading is a very difficult skill. and to try and lip read someone like DLS, who speaks like a bullet train and doesn't really enunciate SUPER well (unlike Han-ge, for example) ... i would say the interpretation is only very vaguely possible at best.

i know both the cand int fandom have a major something for how WYB keeps swallowing around XZ, but honestly. WYB tends to get throat issues. i think swallowing has become one of his habits at this point. so... in conclusion... there are already lots of major, amazing, and irrefutable candies in the fandom already, let's not bother with such iffy ones :D

he is indeed saying that "this man has a boyfriend", but i cant quite remember which part of the show that was in. i watched that episode, it was something to do with love and having 4 guys paired with 4 girls or something like that, and listening to 'types of guys responses to etc etc' so DLS wasnt saying that WYB has a boyfriend - he was saying that 'this man', the one whose voice was playing in the audio, has a boyfriend.

That tracks with my interpretation of what was happening.

@potteresque-ire

Unless people have learned the dialect, Mandarin speakers cannot understand Cantonese, and vice versa. This is why I don't support or wash auditory candies, especially if it involves someone from Northern China (such as DLS, who is a Beijing native). Their local accents make their Mandarin even more difficult to understand.

This dialect restriction is actually not specific to a me, or other Hong Kongers. Someone whose family is entirely from Northern China would be equally prone to making mistakes if they're asked to lip read southern Chinese.

Lip reading also removes tonal consideration, which makes everything that much more uncertain. Have you heard of the Mr Shi Eats the Lion story? This is why, even if I hear some similarities, I'd hesitate to say X has to be saying ABC. Context is important.

Cantonese speakers are especially picky about tone. Mandarin have 4. We have 6 or 9, depending on who you ask. So... I may be more picky than I should be that way too. And I don't want to spoil anyone's fun 😊

The translation was correct in the sense that it was faithful to the Chinese words in the clip I saw, which replicated what DLS said accurately. But the video itself was from a fancam. Where that fancam happened (and got cut off) was at Q3 at the Q & A segment, starting ~9:34 of the official YouTube clip.

DLS said what he said half way through the voiceover of Option A (very precisely, right after the words "I'm the only one"). Technically speaking, therefore, he wasn't talking about DD.

However, it was also a little strange why DLS said what he said. If you watch that segment, all options have a certain personality attached to them. C was very talkative / pretentious. D was connected to DD because it was blunt and direct. A was the so called "overbearing CEO" personality... which is common in het romance dramas but isn't one that has been connected to the gay stereotype. And so, DLS's timing of saying that ... is curious.

Dd did look a little ... I wouldn't say upset, but tense after DLS said that. Maybe it's because that comment kinda came out of nowhere (because of its curious timing), and so it would be read as hinting at something. But that comment is harmless, wording wise.

Alternate theory

I’ve seen some talk from fans about a different theory for why DLS said what he said. Fans say the announcer for option A was Bian Jiang, the actor who did the voice of LWJ in The Untamed. They say that DLS was making a joke about LWJ not needing a boyfriend because he already has one. That actually makes a lot of sense to me as well, and if that’s really Bian Jiang, then I’d say that’s the most likely explanation for this entire thing.

Conclusion

It’s my firm opinion that DLS was not talking about DD having a boyfriend, nor was DD ‘near tears’ in this clip. Whatever DLS said to DD after that, it almost certainly wouldn’t have been ‘words of comfort to placate an upset DD’.

The Bian Jiang theory fits best, but we don’t need to know why DLS said what he said to be able to conclude he wasn’t talking about DD.

Cute DD candy from this episode

If anyone wants a better candy from this episode, look no further than when he emerges from “door #2″, chosen by one of the women as someone she’d like to date based on the food he’d picked out, and immediately launches into “I want to take a man back to my place and hide him.” A LWJ reference (which DLS and Wang Han clarify with him because they appear baffled by what he just said), but still a tactful, perfect rejection of this woman he’s being paired with. 😅

#bjyx #yizhan #ddu #ttxs #bxg fact checking #ggdd entertainment circle #ggdd signs #Youtube

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serialfan666 · 4 years

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The Innocence of Adnan Syed

As many of you know, I have been a fan of the podcast “Serial” for a while and I wanted to explore my thoughts on season one; specifically why I believe that Adnan Syed (the convicted murderer in the case of Hae Min Lee’s death) is innocent.

If any of you have listened to the podcast, I’m sure you can share my frustration with the way that this man has been treated by the judicial system. I did make an actual table with just a few things Sarah Koenig covered in the season but I don’t want to make this post too long so I’m only going to go over some of the key reasons that point to his innocence as well as address the issues with the “evidence” the district attorneys presented. Let’s get into it.

Let's start off with the main thing that got Adnan convicted in the first place; Jay’s testimony and Haes diary. Jay was an “acquaintance” of Adnan’s - they were smoking buddies and Adnan knew Jays at the time girlfriend. Jay was also the state's key “witness” throughout the trials. Jay told the police and the courts that on the day of Hae’s murder/disappearance, Adnan showed him Hae’s dead body in the trunk of his car at around 3:55pm (which is nearly impossible but I’ll get into that later) and he helped Adnan bury her body at around 7pm that night. He also claimed that after Adnan and Hae had broken up, Adnan was furious and said that he wanted to kill. Haes diary also points to Adnan being upset about their breakup and says that during their relationship he was possessive, but this is easily dismissed because...well...they were teenagers, and that's completely normal. Let’s get into the interviewing process. We know that Jay was interviewed by police on four different occasions and every time his story changed a little bit. Of course, the interviews took place months after the events occurred and these were high school students that smoked weed so it is hard to remember exact events, but with an inconsistent story, I don’t believe that Jay should have been taken as seriously as he was. To add to this, there is significant evidence that the police coached Jay to fit their version of what happened. Jay himself even came forward years later claiming that Adnan never did show him Haes deceased body and that that fact had completely come from the police. We know that cops have a tendency to find one piece of evidence and cling onto it and warp all other details to fit their theories and I believe that is exactly what happened here - especially when you consider that neither Jay nor Haes new boyfriend “Don from LensCrafters” were investigated to the extent they should have been, considering they should have been other strong suspects.

Moving on to the DA’s next “strong” piece of evidence...the cell towers. blah blah blah the court used AT&T records based on cell tower pings to place Adnan in Leakin Park and the Best Buy parking lot where Jay said Adnan showed him the body in his trunk. Fax cover sheet along with court subpoenaed “subscriber activity report” was according to AT&T, not reliable nor accurate in placing someone in a location if you're tracking them using their incoming calls, but outgoing call tracking is. The two calls that police used to place Adnan in Leakin park were both incoming calls, therefore rendering the cellphone evidence unreliable and not useable in a court. But at the time the courts for some reason didn't know this and used it as evidence. Now we know that that is not something that should have happened but of course, the American judicial system is shit so they didn't care when he (Adnan) asked for a re-trial after finding out that information.

The next thing that pisses me off is the time frame that Adnan Syed would have had to follow to commit the murder on time before showing Jay Hae’s body in the best buy parking lot. We know that Hae was seen at school leaving at 3pm...Jay says that Adnan showed him her dead body in the trunk at 3:55pm. Adnan had a 21 minute period to get out of the busy traffic-filled school parking lot and streets, intercept Hae on her way to pick up her younger cousin from school, commit a murder, make some calls, and then drive to the Best Buy parking lot. Sarah Koenig, creator of Serial podcast wanted to see if this was even possible so she went out with another person to test it. They followed the exact path that Adnan would have had to follow if he did commit the murder and took into account the length of the phone calls he made at the time. They arrived at the Best Buy parking lot later than he would have. Meaning that they were very very very close for time...but they didn't make it. I'm not saying he cant have done it if he did commit the murder but I do think that it is extremely highly unlikely that he did. If he did kill her during this time frame, the murder would have had to be extremely planned out in advance and quick with no flaws; which, if was committed by Adnan, just wasn't the nature of the crime. It would have been a crime of passion, which leaves room for lots of error and is NOT planned out in advance.

One thing that was nearly completely overlooked during this trial was that Adnan actually DID have an alibi. Asia McClain, a friend of Adnan, says that her, her boyfriend and some other friends were talking to Adnan in the library at the exact same time that prosecutors were claiming that he was supposed to be attacking Hae. The alibi was completely dismissed and not thoroughly investigated as it should have been. Multiple people could have corroborated this but they were never questioned. Unfortunately, Adnan himself didn’t remember at the time of his questioning. Once again this brings up the issue that all the questioning took place months after the events which doesn't help when you're dealing with stoner teenagers, because let's be honest....they’re gonna have a hard time remembering jack.

Finally, the most infuriating of it all. The complete utter lack of physical evidence or witnesses. It really doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this doesn't add up. Hae Min Lee’s cause of death was manual strangulation...Let’s imagine someone is strangling you okay? What is the first thing you would do? Fight them right? You’d be hitting, kicking and scratching that mf with every ounce you have in you. In EVERY death involving a manual struggle between victim and murderer, the first thing forensics do is check the victim for DNA evidence because there's a strong chance there is some somewhere unless the murderer cuts off the victim's hands and takes clothes. But that obviously didn’t happen. What I'm getting at is that there had to have been some of the murderer's DNA on Hae Min Lees body - specifically, I would check under her fingernails. In fact, there was DNA evidence! The only issue was that it didn’t match Adnan. It was a match for a female that they couldn’t identify. The fact that there was absolutely NO physical evidence placing Adnan at the scene of the crime when the COD was manual strangulation makes this whole thing seem like a cover-up. There were also no witnesses that saw Adnan or Hae together leading up to her death or otherwise. There is Jay's testimony which is very clear to me to be untrustworthy, but even if it was true that doesn’t mean that Adnan actually killed her, it just means he found her body and did something with it...which I still don’t believe.

To sum this all up, the state’s evidence was shitty, rocky and altogether completely unreliable. I don't trust cops at all because they just want a win and they'll do whatever it takes to get one in their eyes. I don’t trust the judicial system because there was clearly not enough legitimate evidence to convict and I think the whole thing is bullshit and insulting to Hae Min Lee’s memory. Her killer got away with the crime, and everyone is suffering because of it.

#serial podcast #adnan syed #hae min lee #school project #true crime

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hisoillu-prompts · 6 years

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Really long: Dragon AU

(sorry about paragraphs that seem rambly, this was me throwing ideas together. A fic that I was going to write but never got to it but it NEEDS to be made)

In which Hisoka is a dragon that terrorizes the kingdom of the Zoldycks, stealing livestock from farms, burning down towns, and killing all of their strongest warriors, including the ones sent to kill him. A truly fearsome beast indeed.

They try to arrange for like a meeting with him but he doesnt show up the first time. Of course, the Zoldycks get pissed and Kikyo would throw a fit because how dare that vile creature, but they would call him again and again and just out of one part boredom and one part annoyance, hisoka would show up. Of course, despite how irritated they are, the two heads(most Silva since Kikyo is still internally fuming) would try to negotiate. But although interested in the gold they offered, Hisoka declines everything(as he does what he does for entertainment).

They ask him what he wants. He seems to think for a bit before asking for the whole household to gather in front of him. After looking, he picks killuia(that white haired kid of yours) since he thought he'll be the strongest/have the most potential(so they can fight lol). He doesnt really notice Illumi because he was kinda in a corner and is basically a shadow(as always), but Kikyo offers up illumi instead(he's my oldest[son]) because of course Hisoka cant take the heir- and Hisoka is would just be like 'eh sure he should be pretty strong too' and decides to let killuia 'ripen'.

-a kinda transgression by having it sort of from the servants point of view? like 'the eldest prince, Illumi, was very...strange, even in his particularly weird family. (Mention how he was like robot, empty dark home eyes, almost no emotion, follows orders, has a terrible empty aura kinda feeling, and is creepily good at fighting and killing) i have no idea im sorry

But when he actually gets Illumi the next day or something he's kinda like 'oh u arent scared' and Illumis like 'nah. Now what do u wanna do with me like srsly'

Illumi really longs for his house at first and is sort of at a loss at what to do without any orders, so he kinda just sits around and misses his bed and waits for Hisoka to get back or something. He’s glad that he was taken in place of killuia, as long as his family(and heir) were safe.

-He eventually adjust, realizing that the silence in the cave really wasnt that new or different than in the castle

-Hisoka terrorizes a new town instead to make up his part of the bargain(although he goes back in his human form to see whats up sometimes) and its like most of the time he would just walk around in his human form as it was more convenient to fight people and yet not get him kicked out/ have to deal with the bother of people shouting at him for being a dragon and waving pitchforks and stuff, but he was kinda going for a chillaxing time when he decided to dragon form wreck Illumis kingdom. He had heard that it was a very strong kingdom of assassins, fairly famous, and he had decided to blow off some steam fighting, and he wasn't disappointed. Much.But anyway Illumi's kingdom was a little out of the way for him, he had to take longer time to reach there, the mountainous kingdom. Dragons all had one cave, unless they wanted to move their treasures to another one/ had another cave just for other treasures. His cave took almost 7/9 hours to fly to from the Zoldyck kingdom, and dragons flew pretty fast.

The Zoldyck family of assassins are basically a miniature kingdom, small with a town underneath their mountain that they protect. The town is relatively normal, with most everyone looking up to the deadly family looking after them. But there are some that try to train to become assassins with the zoldycks as inspiration(maybe they sponsor an assassin guild for the smaller kills they dont bother wasting time with).

-A random asshole villager dude saw illumi in town once with a disguise(as a female) and fell in ‘love’ and trains to be an assassin to rescue her(him) from the dragon. Inwardly he also wants to get into the zoldyck family as well, thinking he can if he impresses them with his rescue of illu and then marrying 'her'. Access to all that wealth and power made one considered untouchable. Illu is disgusted when he hears about this and claims that such a weakling wouldnt last a second in the presence of him nor his family.

-Anyway They both go to town together sometimes. In disguises of course, or if Illumi needs groceries

-eventually they just fall into an easy pattern and be friends and include a scene where Hisokas like 'alright Illu get ready another knight is here to rescue you(because they think you're a girl cough cough) and Illumis kinda just reading a book and letting out the occasional 'frightened(more like monotone) scream from his 'prison'(a giant birdcage cuz Hisoka is flashy as fuck) and the knight is kinda like 'ok that didnt sound like a very convincing scream/her voice isnt that great but i heard her beauty was astounding' -anyway so like Hisoka fuckin rekts him of course and one time a knight actually goes "RELEASE PRINCESS ILLUMI' and Hisoka smirks and Illumi twitches and after the knight is turned into crisps Hisoka turns to Illumi with a shit eating grin like "so i guess youre a princess. You never told me.."And Illumis just like fuck you

(very optional/not really fitting angst)

angst in how Kikyo gave up Illumi(the eldest. The strongest of the children. The one whos been with her the longest.) for Killuia, proving that she cared about him more. 'Or maybe it was because he was older, and this was just one of his responsibilities. But he couldn't help the foreign feeling of something shallowly sinking in his chest' Illumi still is kinda obsessed with Kil, but its more because he was suppose to be the heir and also Mil was kinda a bad child and Illumi actually was lonely so kil played with him a lot but their relationship slowly twisted into a sort of love hate for Illumi. Because even though he didnt care too much about the crown, he did care for his family. Although he wouldnt admit it; and his training refused to show a slip in his mask, Illumi did feel strangely empty when his family rained affection on Kil and only turned to him with orders on their lips. But no it couldnt be jealousy, no WAY would he be jealous of his younger bro! Hahaha! (Just keep telling yourself that, Ill)

(optional random angst end)

-Hisoka considers Illumi part of his 'treasure'/hoard and as all dragons are, he is fiercely protective of his hoard. Not that any thief could make it past Illumi, much less hurt him too much.

-when people describe illumi as 'beautiful and skilled' everyone always assumes that 1. Illu is a woman, and 2, 'skilled' meant as in embroidery or the such. Not in fighting/killing/assassinating. Not that he cant do embroidery because fuck yeah he can and frick yeah does it look good.So everyone is surprised when they see him decked out in armor with a blade pointed at their throat

-illumi like dies or almost dies and is turned into a dragon? Very rare, something about dragons being magical beings - anything can happen blah blah hisoka’s magic dragon magic infused into his body and now he’s filled with dragon magic that his strong will and body and mind turned into his own magic (i dont know where this idea came from, or really how else to explain it- just that past me had a good idea in mind that I now can’t remember)

-sleek, completely black dragon with blue gleam in scales if light hit them just right and sharp, wicked spines/spikes. All sharp angles and sharp lines, like any move can cut someone into ribbons. Deadly. He made hisoka, who was by no means a cuddly looking dragon, look almost soft-but despite misleading appearances, hisoka was definitely the more dangerous. What he lacked in looks he made up for in sheer brute strength and cunning.maybe stronger fire range too.

- illumi breathes blue flames, much much hotter. But small range. And could not stay in dragon form for long since originally human and originally not his dragon magic(it was like oxygen, reusable, but still limited). Both of them had hard scales

If you looked carefully, you could tell. Hisoka was taller, bigger, you could see muscles rippling through every limb. Illumi lurked more in the shadows, looking slightly bored. .

#hisoillu #hisoka #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoillu prompt #hisoillu prompts #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter prompts #hxh writing prompts #dragon!au #dragon!hisoka #knight!illumi #this was my fav of all of my ideas #hopefully someone makes it #one day

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avidfanficwriter · 7 years

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I don’t Multi-fic (Chapter 2)

Chris pine x reader

Rated: M?

Summary: Many years ago you and Chris were in a relationship prior to him becoming the great Chris Pine, the household name that everyone knew. Sadly, as most couples fall victim; it fell apart but recently in an interview, Chris is asked of surprising information that brings his past back to the future.

Chapter 2: There will never be an explanation for the things we do while we are intoxicated.

2002

The next morning you awoke tangled in Chris’ arms and legs, his naked body clinging to yours. The soft snore--breathing if you asked him-- filled the room, doing little to help your headaches. Your body felt weak, every muscle in your body was sore plus the familiar raw feelings between your legs and your thighs, stung as you tried to move.

Your hand reached out to the direction of the alarm clock, hitting the empty dresser with a thud. You turn and following the cord with your eyes and see the clock is on the floor. face down. You groan, slowly leaning off the bed to pick up the clock. In big bright red numbers it flashes: 12:20. You sigh, letting the clock fall back down to the floor and close your eyes as you rest your head back on the pillow near Chris. Another breathe drops escapes your lungs as panic sets in.

“Shit.’ You shout, immediately rising up. You nearly fall off of the bed trying to get out, you were late. Late for your first day of work. Chris groans as you stumble around his apartment trying to find your clothes and other belongings.

Just as you pull your jeans up your legs, Chris roles over; his hair a mess and his chest peeking out from the sheet. “Oh--What are you doing?” Chris mumbles, barely opening his eyes to look at you.

“I have to go, I’m late.” You say, walking over to him, slowly leaning down to kiss him on his forehead.

He grabs your hand, squeezing it gently. “Don’t go. Be late.”

“It’s my first day, Chris. I’m going to get fired.”

“Oh, I’ll support you. Shower you with all the gifts you want.” He pulls your arm closer to him, trying to pull you into the bed with him.

“Cereal box prizes don’t count.” You say smiling.

Chris groans with frustration, “Come on, we didn’t even get to welcome the morning the correct way.” He smiles, leaning into you, kissing you inappropriately.

“It’s noon, the morning is long from gone.” You whisper against his lips, “Now I have to go beg for my job.” You arm slides from his hand, unwillingly. You’d give your first born to stay with him, all day wrapped in the blankets and Chris on top of you. Yet duty called.

The afternoon you begged for your job, promising that you would never be late again and that it was a honest mistake. There wasn’t a line in the book that you didn’t use to convince them to let you keep your job and by god, it worked. The boss allowed you leeway only after the tears fell and a sob story came out. The job wasn’t a big deal, in fact it wasn’t even a job you wanted but money was something you needed. Acting wasn’t exactly working out either, so lack of funds was fulling your desperation for this job.

You worked a short shift, a few hours, better than nothing you said. When you got off it was like Chris was a mind reader, he called you the second you walked out of the restaurant.

“Hey gorgeous.” You say, holding the phone to your ear. A smile forming on your face.

“How was work?”

“Stressful, I almost got fired.”

He sighs. “I told you, I would just take care of you.” You can almost see the smirk that is on his face.

“I’m an independent woman who is capable of taking care of herself.” You say, shocked. Trying to make your voice sound strong. “Occasionally.”

He laughs, “Alright, are you free for dinner? I’ve got a hook up with some vegan restaurant.”

“Vegan?”

“It’s free food, Y/N.”

You agree, telling him sternly that there will be no alcohol, there cant be a repeat of last night. It needed to be a simple dinner nothing to crazy that would result in another day of being late.

2016.

Chris remained on the floor, his mind in shock; his eyes dry from refusing to blink. The papers till firmly crinkled in his hand. He resembled a man overcoming shock, the kind you see EMT’s putting a blanket over and handing a oxygen mask too. In the moment, nothing made sense. Most of all, how the information got out.

He chuckles, nervously, gently rubbing his chin with his opposite hand.

“Okay.” He says. Chris stands, stepping on the paperwork, ruining it. His mind is running rampage as he struggles to get his brain to work. He bites his bottom lip as he makes his way to the closet, pulling a box off of a shelf, tossing it on the ground near the pile of papers.

Chris goes through it adding even more papers to the pile, when he comes across a address book. Immediately he turns to the first letter of her name, his eyes starring at the name he hadn’t thought of in years. The name that up until today, he nearly forget about. His eyes fall to the number.

Chris brings the book to the living room, grabbing the last bottle of beer, breaking it open as he continues to stare at the number. He looks at his phone resting on the table in front of him.

How would he approach the situation? What would he say? Better yet what would his excuse be?

--You remember we got married? I never signed the divorce papers were still married. I was drunk, didn’t sign them?

---That wouldn’t work, he couldn’t just out of the blue decide to call her up and lie. He wasn’t drunk, it was coffee stain on the paper not alcohol.

Instead her grabs his cell phone, calling the Los Angeles court house, requesting that a copy of divorce and marriage license be sent to him in his name. They inform him that the paperwork would arrive in three-four days unless he came down in person to receive a copy.

Chris waits until tomorrow to do, he’s far to drunk and still unsure of what’s exactly going on to make his way to the court house and come face to face with the truth. Or better yet, how this would affect his future. He passes out on the couch, his carpet stained with beer and address book resting on his chest. The house lingering with the smell of beer, the divorce papers hauntingly resting on the coffee table.

2002.

It had been a two months since your first day on the job, it was fairly easy and waitress could be, very rarely did you come across rude customers, more than often you were hit on by them. Some even had the audacity to do so when their wife sat right next to them.

You had decided to go shopping when Chris had ran into you outside your apartment building, immediately taking the four bags of food out of your hand and carrying them for you.

“Hey, you.” he says, smiling.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

“Came to make sure you were okay, I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” He glances at the building, “God knows, what could happen to you here.”

“Would you stop it.” You say, entering the building. “It’s not that bad.”

“Y/N, you live in a building that looks like it houses nothing but world rejects and junkies.”

You continue your trek up the stairs as Chris continues ranting, disagreeing with why your living here and as usual complaining about the man in 5C who always left his door open and seemed to enjoy walking around in his dirty boxers.

Chris walks behind you as you enter you apartment, the same apartment that he disapproved of. It wasn’t in a good area of Los Angeles, nor did the building even look like it was up to code. It looked terrible and the owner looked like he had just done time in jail. You toss the mail on the table, annoyed as Chris gently kisses your head before he puts the bags of groceries on the counter.

‘Do you pay your bills?” Chris asks, sitting at your kitchen table,

You chuckle, mockingly at him, getting a can of soda out of the fridge. Chris smiles as he continues to go through the letters, bill after bill. He was shocked by how you were even still living in the apartment with the amount of overdue bills you had gathered.

“They’re gonna turn off your water.” Chris says, tossing a pink letter in your direction.

You smile, “They did that last night, actually.” You give him a reassuring smile.

Chris gives you a shocked expression. “How much money do you need?”

You sigh, leaning on the counter across from him. “I’m okay. I get paid in a few days.”

“How are you going to take a shower? Or drink water?”

You smile at him, proudly “That is why I’m glad my parents live in the same city as me.”

Chris shakes his head with disappointment as he continues to go through the pile of mail. Meanwhile, you start putting the food away, listening to Chris complain about the bills.

“Are you being sued?” Chris asks, his tone serious.

“What?” You ask, confused. Nearly dropping the carton of eggs.

“There a letter from the court house here for you.” Chris’ voice is full of concern as you put the eggs into the fridge not really allowing the news to affect you.

“What’s it say?” The sound of paper tearing behind you, does nothing to you until Chris speaks.

“Who’d you marry?” He asks, jokingly.

“What?” You shout, turning to face him. You are met with a look of confusion on Chris’ face as he continues to read the letter.

Chris chuckles, “This says it’s a marriage license enclosed.” As you watch his expression change, the smile disappears from his lips and his jaw drops and his eyes open wide full of shock. He stutters, “We got married?” Chris nearly shouts.

“What?” You ask, chuckling. You believe he’s joking but as you watch his eyes, the humor goes away. You nearly rip the paper in two as you pull it from his hands. It feels like your breathe has been taken away as you stare at the certificate. A legal document claiming that you and Chris were married.

You chuckle, confused, believing that this was a prank orchestrated by Chris. “Okay, that’s cute. Har, har. I almost believed you.” You smile, gently tossing the paper back at him.

“I didn’t--I didn’t do this.” He says, holding the paper back towards you.

There’s a sense of panic that overcomes both of you, Chris trying desperately to form words but nothing is happening.

“This doesn’t make any sense.” He finally says, rising to his feet.

“What the hell happened? You ask, confused. Mimicking his earlier expression.

“I-I--I don’t know.” Chris shakes his head, his mouth hanging open. “the night of your job, when we went out to to celebrate it. This had to happened then.”

“We weren’t anywhere near a church, we were at the bar all night... weren’t we?” The night was a blur, nothing from the time you made it to ‘Lakeside bar’ to his place registered. You went for drinks and wound up having sex in his apartment that night, the in between was thought to be a normal night of flirting and drinking.

Instead, you had gotten drunk and apparently gotten married.

“We have to go...” Chris says, stumbling. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and heads for the front door.

“Wait--” You shout, trying to stop him from leaving the apartment. “Where are you going?”

“We are going to the courthouse.” He says, tossing your purse towards you before walking out of the door. “We need to figure out what the hell is going on.”

You sigh, catching your purse before everything falls out, shoving the letter into the bag and quickly following Chris. He’s like a panicked child, running to his car.

You and Chris arrive at the courthouse, quickly. Chris nearly running people over in his quest to gather an explanation. Once inside is no different, he crashes into people, dragging you behind him until you reach a empty window where a man dressed in a black button up and dark curly hair sits, in front of a computer behind a shield of glass.

“We need to know if this is real.” Chris says, loudly. His voice echoing through the room. He slams the piece of paper onto the counter, startling the man.

The man, Steven according to his name tag pinned to his shirt, smiles. “Sir, we are not in the business of sending out fake marriage license. If the envelope was a sealed and the paperwork resembles” he pushes a small piece of paper out towards Chris from underneath the glass. “this, then I can assure it is legitimate.”

You pull the piece of marriage license out of your purse and everything else that came with, comparing the two papers. Immediately your heart sinks. “Thank you.” You say, wrapping your arm around Chris’ and pulling him away from the window.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask, making sure Chris stands behind you. Trying to remain calm and collected in your conversation towards the man where as Chris seemed to loose his professional behavior.

“Yes?” The man asks, confused. Chris stands at your side, rushing his hand through his hair.

“Can you tell me where this came from?”

Steven looks at you, giving you a look of disappointment before pressing keys on her keyboard. The clacks echo in your mind as he types, it’s hard to breathe, to even focus. “Alright, it came from the Love Chapel downtown. That’s where the paperwork was sent.”

“Thank you.” you smile, Steven quickly writes the address to the building on a piece of paper and hands it to you.

“Okay, time to go to the love chapel.” You say, smiling at Chris. Chris doesn’t match your expression, instead he shares a look of concern. There’s no room for happiness between you two, only concern and the hunt for the truth.

You two wait a few hours before heading to the ‘Love chapel’ allowing the emotions between you two to calm down. Neither of you say anything, neither of you touch the other, it’s almost like your scared to. When he begins driving, the silence continues, making the air thick. Hard to breathe.

Arriving at the chapel, you notice just how cheap it looks, it was a quickie wedding. The night of the celebration, you two must’ve gotten around town. He puts his hand on curve of your back as you two walk in, the lobby is filled with fake flowers and signs promoting marriage even papers posted on the walls asking for jobs. He taps a bell on the counter a few times, starring at you with fear in his eyes.

A few seconds later, a man dressed in a white suit with golden crystals lined down the pants with a nude colored t-shirt. He resembled a cheap Elvis impersonator.

‘Welcome to the love chapel where Cupid is here to--Hey you guys!” The man says, happily. A large smile on appears on his face. “how’s the happy couple?”

“So we were here a few weeks ago?”

“Yeah! You two were nuts but i think you two may have been the most in love couple i’ve ever seen. It was an honor to marry you.”

“Yeah--about that Elvis--”

“I’m not Elvis lady, I’m Cupid.” Your expression goes blank as you stare wide eyes at him. His voice rises with frustration.

“I apologize, Cupid.” You say, wide eyed. “About that night did you happen to--”

“Save your stuff? Yes, of course. I was wondering when you guys were going to come get it. I had to send your marriage license to shipped because you guys took off before i could give it to you. Hold on.” Cupid smiles, tapping the counter before he disappears into the room behind the counter.

“Wonderful. My first marriage and I get married by a Elvis who claims to be Cupid dude.”

“Relax.” Chris reassures you, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“Christopher, they sent me a marriage certificate with our names on it, they aren’t in the business of sending these out like holiday cards. Something serious is going on” You sigh, annoyed, Running your hand through your hair. “Now if Elvis--”

“Cupid.” Chris corrects you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You sigh annoyed, “Elvis, cupid; donkey; the Easter bunny either way it was real.”

Cupid returns seconds later, holding a large manila folder. p“Here you guys go.” He says, handing the folder to Chris.

Chris opens the folder, pulling out a photograph of you two as well as a marriage certificate. “Cute, huh?” Cupid asks, shrugging his shoulders.

You stare at the picture in shock, trying to remember the events leading up to this. “I didn’t even know they had quickie weddings in L.A., i thought all of those were in Vegas.”

“It’s the turn of the century, sweetheart. Times are changing.” He smiles, completely proud of himself. He leans on the counter, his bow sliding down his back only adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

“Is this real?” Chris blurts out.

You can’t help but groan with frustration as you walk away from the counter, leaving Chris to continue his conversation. You feel like running away, like you should just start running, no exact area in site just to escape. when your outside, you sit on a bench nearby, your heart racing and the feeling of nausea still claiming you as a victim.

Chris joins you shortly after, his hands still in his pockets and he stands in front of you, holding the papers. He tilts his head at you, trying to give you a reassuring smile. “It’s real.”

You groan again, your hands wrap around your stomach. “My fathers going to kill me.”

Chris sits next to you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. “it cant be that bad.”

“Yeah, hey, dad remember that guy that i never told you about, in fact the guy that I've been seeing for a little over six months, well we got very drunk and i married him. How about we celebrate christmas together?”

He nods his head, “When you put it like that.”

A long silence takes up the space between you two.

“So, first marriage?” Chris asks, a smile on his face. You turn to look at him, anger consuming your face as you meet his smile. It’s like the tables have changed and laughter overcomes you two. It’s a fit of laughter at everything that’s happened, the stupidity of the situation.

“Who suggested Elvis?” You finally ask, wiping the tear forming in your left eye.

“Cupid.”

“He’s wearing a bedazzled suit, Chris. Isn’t Cupid suppose to wear a diaper?”

Chris opens his mouth to speak but instead finds himself laughing again. Swiftly, he puts his arm around you, gently pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

“It’s going to be okay.” He whispers ever so gently, near your head. “We’ll figure this out.”

2016.

Chris took the morning to sober out, letting his body relax and the headache subside before he headed to the courthouse, his trip mimicked the vent h shared with Y/N. Paranoia, shock and confusion. He arrives at the courthouse and has to take a moment to convince himself to go in.

He breathes deeply as he approaches the window, “Hello.” he says, giving a polite wave to the woman behind the glass.

She smiles, quickly putting a paper into a folder. “Hi--Oh my god, you’re Chris pine. i love you in star trek.” She says loudly.

Chris nods, “Thank you. I have a question for you.”

“Anything, how can i help you?

She places her hands on the keyboard, “I need to get copies of a marriage certificate and a divorce certificate for a Christopher Whitelaw Pine and Y/m Y/M/N Y/L/N, please.”

The expression on the woman's face is shock at first before she quickly clears her throat, smiling and begins typing. It doesn’t take long before she pulls up something.

“Okay, i have a marriage certificate and a file for divorce but no divorce papers.” she says, her fingers clacking away at the keyboard. “Do you want those copies?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, please go sit over there and i will call you up when these have finished printing.”

Chris nods, walking over to a small bench siting with his head in his hands.He flicks his fingers, patting his thighs. he doesn’t know what emotions, he should be feeling, he doesn’t even know how he should feel. He’d spent the majority of his life believing he was a single man, dating women when he was never a free.

“Mr. Pine?” The woman says, loudly.

Chris rises to his feet, like a child. He’s quick, nearly running to back to her where she hands him the papers. “This is all we have on file. A marriage certificate filed on June 20th, 2002. Then your wife--” She says not realizing the mistake she’s made until Chris face shows a look discomfort. “Mrs. Y/L/N, filed for divorce on February 9th, 2006. Now i couldn’t find any record of the divorce papers ever being refiled to show you two actually got a divorce, i searched in multiple systems. Is this all that you needed?”

Chris nods, awestruck. He doesn’t say anything, he looks like he’s frozen in a trance. “Thank you.” he finally says in a low voice, gathering the paperwork and retreating to his car.

He tosses the paper to the passenger seat, slamming his hand on the steering wheel in a fit of rage. Nothing made sense. It was a mess, divorce papers that were never filed, a marriage that never should have happened and now the world would soon realize his mistake.

#chris pine fanfic #chris pine #christopher whitelaw pine #chris whitelaw pine #chris pine fic #chris pine fanfiction #chris pine x reader #chris pine x you #hell or high water #star trek #star trek beyond #star trek into darkness #captain james t kirk #he finest hours #captain kirk #captain james tiberius kirk

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Anthony and Grayson

Warning before you read! TWs: nothing directly is mentioned but i will say there’s heavy undertones of some kinda physical abuse, death mentioned as well, alcohol mentions, panic/anxiety attack mentions, and tbh deep topics n bad shit in general so if any of this kinda stuff bothers you i don’t recommend reading bout em

The lads are NOT alright here :/

| Names: Anthony and Grayson

| Nicknames: Ant/Anth (there is a certain thing he could be called but, you might trigger something for him then but aha I’ll go ahead n drop what it was… ‘My precious little flower’) and for Grayson, they only have one nickname people could call them, its Gray ofc- but there was o n e particular person that called them Grays but now that brings up b a d memories and r e g r e t s :)

| Gender: Anthony goes by he/him and they/them! and Grayson just goes by he/him

| Ages: Both their ages are N/A

| Heights: Anthony is 5’3” and Grayson is 6’7”

| Species/Race: Anthony’s a human and technically Grayson is but he’s got superhuman powers, he- well, Gray would NEVER call himself a superhero again not after the horrible thing he did ...but I won’t spoil what that is yet

| Occupation: Anthony actually owns a flower shop in the Luxport City and Grayson is technically unemployed but trust me- in his days of superheroing he made a good enough amount to not worry.

| Hair Colors: Ant’s hair is an auburn color and it’s a very messy curly undercut and Grayson dyed his hair black and it’s a mess- more messy than Ant’s ever could be- its like he barely combs it (its curly but god its a r a t nest of hair)

| Eye Colors: Anth’s left eye is a light and soft brown color meanwhile the right eye is clouded over, he can’t see too much out of that eye so he usually wears an eyepatch with a sunflower for the design on it and Grayson’s eye color used to be a near legit Sparkling Sapphire Blue but now its just dull and ironically enough gray (he’s also got REALLY bad dark circles under his eyes as well as them being pretty damn bloodshot like he barely sleeps anymore)

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Ant is extremely pale- like GHOSTLY pale actually, he looks fucking d e a d in that regard- he’s also pretty skinny too- not to the point where it looks like its harmful but he’s just a skinny lad- and Grayson’s pale too but not AS bad as Ant is and his body type is fairly average- no muscular body or anything really, just, average.

| Appearances: Before I get into details, Ant doesn’t really have a circle beard while Grayson does- alrighty- so let’s start off with good ol’ Anthony! He wears a long sleeved yellow and white striped sweater along with yellow pajama pants that have MANY flower designs over it, he wears blue jean overalls with a Coreopsis flower design on the pocket in the middle, he also wears light up yellow and white sneakers with flower designs all over it as well, he has a good few scars but most of them are covered by his clothes BUT…

There are two special markings that always seems new- it never fades- it’s ALWAYS that god awful red color- One over his right eye and then one on the right side of his cheek, it's in the shape of a fist actually but Ant seems to have no memory of it whatsoever, he doesn’t even seem bothered by it- it doesn’t hurt him, hell- he doesn’t even know what the mark is anyways! So it doesn’t matter! If it doesn’t hurt him or cause him any trouble/health issues then it's whatever! Another thing he has, he has a bandaid over the bridge of his nose- ofc its yellow and has all kinds of flower designs on it and even though most of his other non prominent scars/markings are hidden by his clothing just for another smaller detail- he has a LOT of those bandaids over them actually, he likes the feeling of bandaids in general, it feels comforting to him.

| Personality: Grayson used to be pretty strict, righteous, stern, and all those fun things- He used to be everything a Hero SHOULD be both inside and out, and even though he was pretty strict and stern with a lot of things he still had an aura of sweetness, kindness, caring, and compassion to him, he used to be so protective of everyone- There wasn’t a mean bone in his body to be honest even if sometimes his strictness and stern attitude could make him seem a bit harsh- he tried not to be TOO bad, he really did actually- He never wanted anyone to be afraid of him and he still doesn’t- but now? His attitude has changed entirely, he’s not strict nor stern nor even righteous anymore- He’s not a fucking hero, don’t even DARE call him that anymore- Nobody but him knows what happened that night… As of now he’s MUCH more reserved and quiet, not caring about anything/anyone ESPECIALLY not himself, he doesn’t even take good care of himself anymore, he’s very obviously depressed, anxious like ALL the time, hasn’t slept good in god knows how long.

He looks like he’s even haunted by something actually, he hardly EVER leaves his own home or well- might as well call it a Lair, and call him a Villain at this point- He fucking HATES himself entirely inside and outside and wishes he could just disappear and not exist anymore, he hates that people still remember him being a Hero, even though he hasn’t done anything heroic in a long time- The people still thank him, they still love him, and he h a t e s it- he wishes they’d hate HIM too… He has a pretty bad drinking problem as well too, drinking is the only way he can get to sleep at night anymore, it’s either that or on the WORST of nights he needs something like Melatonin to help him pass out, crying himself to sleep never helps anymore he’s worn that out- People do still worry about him too- but he always tells them it's nothing to worry themselves about (the reason people still love n cherish him, he did specify he was retiring and there are other heroes out there to defend them, they won’t hold no ill will against him ...Well, unless they find out his dirty little secrets eheh…)

Finally, Grayson can be VERY defensive and hostile sounding toward certain topics, if certain words are mentioned, etc- but only hostile with words/empty threats, he’ll never raise his fist again unless it’s toward himself… it's best to just leave him alone ...and let him r o t…

Now onto Anthony! Anthony was and always will be a sweet summer child (he is an adult tho, they both are I’m just piss poor at Math and cant figure out proper ages n dumb shit) he’s got a heart of pure gold, he’s caring, kind, as sweet as can be, loving, and childish- now his childish nature can be both a pro and a con (must’ve been a con for Grays then h u h? ...Oops, I'm saying too much now but at this point I’m fairly certain you can piece together that they're tied in with each other somehow) his naivety and gullibleness can get him into serious trouble if he’s not careful… Ant hates it when someone gets angry at him or yells at him he starts going into a panic but that’s not what REALLY gets a panic/anxiety attack going for him, now if somebody raised their fist at him that’s when he literally screams bloody murder and he’ll probs trip and fall back into the nearest corner he can he’s NEVER a loud person, always soft spoken and so kind sounding but in this situation he’s screaming so loudly- screaming apologies and a name he doesn’t even know (he doesn’t know a person named that particular name! Or maybe its just his memory but i’ll get to that in a second)

He’ll scream and scream until his throat gets so raw and sore or his voice LITERALLY gives out on him and even then at that point he’ll probably faint, beforehand though- if he hasn’t fainted- (even if his voice winds up giving out) he’ll start flailing if the person who raised their fist at him starts coming closer, he’ll flail just to make sure he can keep them away- The next day though after he sleeps, he seems fine- he doesn’t even seem like he remembers that or anything that happened, maybe it’s him blocking it from his memory (lemme say, the lil accident that happened oh so long ago, he didn’t block it out himself, it was FORCED out of his head) he does seem to claim he has bad memory with certain things but he’s confident with his names and people he knows, he never forgets a face that comes into his life! (...or so he thinks) honestly? If you ask me personally, granted, I AM the creator of these boys- it’s best if he doesn’t EVER remember, with how he reacts to something as I stated back up there, god knows what’ll happen if he EVER gets that tossed back into his memory.

| Side Facts: Anthony’s a bit hard to really describe in the regards of life and death, it's like he’s in the mixture of both- except minus anything zombie like- no god awful smell of death, no decay on his body or anything exposed- just his skin being a deathly pale color but nobody seems to really question it- So I really can’t say he’s dead nor alive, he’s literally in the middle of both- He just doesn’t even know it, he’s just living normally really- Running his precious little flow- … His flower shop, he LOVES flowers- he always had back when, well- ya know- And before the accident happened as well- (I’ve decided I’m not explaining that in full detail yet, I really wanna write that story out actually, but uh anyone who ACTUALLY wants is free to theorize) Anthony loves all flowers really but if he had to pick, his top three favorites would be: The Bittersweet flower, Daisies, and finally ironically enough Forget-Me-Not flowers.

Working with flowers and everything plant wise in general really helps him feel at ease because even though I didn’t mention it, deep down he can get kinda stressed a lil easily, he does feel anxious a lot and he doesn’t even know why, sometimes anxiety just hits him like a brick but just gently running his fingers over a flower or plant seems to help keep him grounded.

He also loves music as well and he’ll sometimes sing to the plants and flowers, never for anybody else though- he’s too embarrassed to sing in front of anyone actual person, you know though, sometimes- even tho Ant can’t remember- sometimes he does feel something at the back of his mind, like there’s something important that he’s forgotten or forgetting- It’s why he sometimes writes his thoughts and certain things down but even then- Even when he’s done everything he wrote down, he still feels something but just doesn’t know what it is, and at this point he’s just learned to ignore it, whatever it is- surely if it was something THAT important he would have never forgotten in the first place.

I should also say Grayson doesn’t live in Luxport City anymore, ever since that one day he moved far away from there (so no, Gray n Ant have no contact and honestly, well- even tho Gray remembers Ant EXTREMELY well he doesn’t know he’s,, well… “alive” he doesn't know he’s walking around but it's for the best, these two should never come in contact with each other- god knows what’d happen) but now, Grayson- unlike Ant is HORRIBLY miserable likewise, he has nothing he does but sit in his den all day- he only goes out when ABSOLUTELY necessary- to buy some food or alcohol mostly, he doesn’t know why he buys himself food- he doesn’t deserve to eat anything- after all he DOES wanna rot away- his guilt and regret at this point is eating away at him- it’s probably going to be his downfall one day tbh.

Even though he does want everyone to hate him or something like that, he DOESN’T… necessarily want them finding out the horrible truth, he doesn’t necessarily want his secret to be exposed, he’s so scared of it being found out ...but ya know, that’s ONE good thing I can say about Gray here, he doesn’t keep trying to uphold a hero act, he doesn’t keep trying to be a hero- he coulda just went on and continued trying to be righteous and teach right from wrongs, etc- He coulda kept being a Hero but he hasn’t, and he fucking hates that word being used to describe himself, so that’s one nice thing and the only nice thing I can say about him.

#my ocs #original characters #Anthony and Grayson #superhero oc #or well i should say former superhero oc :]

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watcr · 4 years

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Rules 🟡 About 🟡 Bio & Misc

DISCLAIMER: This is not intended by any means to be an entirely serious rp blog. This is originally based based in Grand Theft Auto 5. And was created in a custom Grand Theft Auto Online server by Markiplier and thusly portrayed by him whilst he played. If anything this is a Crack!Role Play blog that looks well put together Face claim and all but I'm really just here for rediculous interactions and wild hijinks with a clueless dad delivery man. That being said: any backstory and the creation/ videos/ acting itself belongs to Markiplier. I'm simply just writing a character that I enjoy and makes me laugh.

Please Note: This blog will still contain highly suggestive content and situations with a comedic take on them. This includes being robbed, murder, drug use, hostage situations and then some. I mean-- Stan was made in Grand Theft Auto.

RULES/ General Info:

This is a side blog to my main: mxrkedfordeath

Para/ Novella writing length

Primarily dash/mobile profile

18+ no ifs ands or special cases

Again: this is a Satirical/Crack/Meme role play blog. Expect rediculous things to be said and done

NSFW present/ Friendly

Non-Selective; as mentioned above I created this blog for fun. If any of this meme I have created interests you please feel free to send me a DM or ask and let's see what wild hijinks we can get Stan into huh?

Although the voice is provided by an internet personality that is where this ends. I am still uncomfortable with interacting with blogs that portray real life people or influencers/ internet celebrities. I'm not going to have Stan rob someone with a celebrity that is real. It's...its uncomfortable.

Considering my reason I made this blog and the nature of it, random starters or asks are welcome! If it's a weird situation, place or even different universe I will make That Water Boi lore friendly.

That being said however: please do not include oneself in a thread that you are not involved in.

Absolutely no personal blogs

OC friendly

Crossover/AU friendly

No Godmodding

No hate/ harrassment

Multimuse and Sideblog friendly

Unless featured or seen in the Stan The Water Man videos by Markiplier there will be no preestablished anything. Unless it is Kiki, or Jimmy Stan does not know you and this naive man child will greet you very horribly as he always does.

Shipping: I do allow it but dont think its going to be very serious either. When he sees you ladies? Its literally hitting the jackpot if you get more than a few words that are even close to coherent. So yes. If you wanna simp or thirst over stan that's cool just know that his skull is thicker than a military bunker wall.

•Memes, asks, and shitposting alike is pretty much this whole blog. Stan is a sweetie but hes not close to being the uh... brightest bulb in the box.

About:

Stan or Stanley Wheeler is a 39 year old delivery man and a family man. He strives to please those around him with wonderful water and his company.

Still a delivery man with his new life after a difficult divorce and loss of custody of his "Sweet baby boy Roy" he focuses on bettering his life as a means to be reunited with his son.

He is always well hydrated and firmly believes in comfort and efficiency instead of style.

(About if you stumbled into this shit show):

This is a role play blog for an original character created by Markiplier in a custom Role Playing server for Grand Theft Auto V. It's quite literally a chaotic whirlwind where the main protagonist is a 39 year old divorcee whose love for water is concerning... but not so much as the mans gullible nature and far to generous personality.

This is really only a summation because there are literal HOURS of videos of Markiplier playing Grand Theft Auto and being the voice of Stan Wheeler during his adventures in Los Santos. It features amazing improv and the ever expected rediculous chaos that ensues in Grand Theft Auto.

Bio:

Name: Stanley Wheeler

Gender/Gender Identity: Male

Age: 39

Face Claim: Chris Evans

Voice Claim: Marikplier/ Mark Fischbach

Romantic/ Sexual Preferences: Questioning/ Unsure

Nick names: Fanny pack, Water boy, Sunflower

Personality: Generous, Optimistic, Friendly, Oblivious, Awkward, Curious, Helpful, Trusting

Occupation: Courier, Delivery Man/Boy, Water Delivery Man

Favorite Color(s): Blue & Yellow

Likes: Water, Fanny Packs, Sunflowers, Biking, Work, His Son

Dislikes: Coffee & Soda, Lying, Fighting, Talking to women (watch the episodes to know)

Hobbies: Biking, Boating, Spending time with his son, Meeting new people

Quirks/ Other Traits: Has a strong....Love for water, Suffers from a yet to be diagnosed but constant seizing of bodily muscles that occasionally cause harm, A REAL Virgin 'Dad', Amazing at lockpicking, Terrible Driver

Final Note/ Disclaimer: Again, although this blog is for fun from a truly chaotic and hilarious improvised playthrough of a unique online role playing server for Grand Theft Auto V, please REMEMBER what game Markiplier created and voiced Stan in. Just because Stan is clueless doesnt mean the subject matter is. A lot of dark humor and shady if not bad situations arise in Mark's videos and I really do want people to know that although this is all in good fun the dark unfiltered comedy of Grand Theft Auto is still going to be followed in this portrayal. That means Stanely would very well (and has) ended up robbing people, kidnapping, Killing people or being an accomplice, Jokes based upon sexuality, Gender and then some. Of course before writing I will ALWAYS discuss subject matter that you would like to avoid but unless stated the aforementioned or to those whom have watched the adventures of Stanley know just how inappropriate and harsh/blunt/in your face comedy that is present.

Not only one final disclaimer as to how nsfw Stanley's life and choices end up being-- but giving credit is where it is due; Markiplier. He literally Created Stanley Wheeler and his uh... well him. And brought Stan to life via voice and gameplay. Stan never is and never was mine he's just a character.

Mun absolutely DOES NOT ≠ Muse

Stanley Wheeler-- is an idiot that makes horrible decisions and let's horrible things happen around him. I do not reflect any of the jokes or encounters featured in the gameplay series. I just so happen to enjoy comedy (albeit quite a bit can be not PC) and a good story. Literally this blog came out of a joke my best friend made at 4 am after binging Stan The Water man saying I should make a role play blog for Stanley Wheeler. And so? I did.

Important Note: Activity and response time

Updated: 04/10/2020

I made this blog for myself for fun and the same goes for the people I meet/ interact with. It will be sporadic at best. If I feel like it expect meme or shitpost worthy spamming of the Water Delivery Dad we got but never deserved.

Neither my main nor is Stan a job. Quite bluntly most times when I go inactive I'm literally just doing something else. Anything else.

That ties in to the fact that although I am non selective I am still allowed to say no. And expect reciprocated respect if I say no for ANY reason. I dont owe anyone anything and just like everyone else here this is for fun and enjoyment purposes. This is not our job, and we have nothing forcing us to do this.

But - I am fine with a poke at me and my noggin' every once in a while. I do a lot of things and I cant even remember where I put my vape or phone after 5 minutes. That means I forget. And I do. A LOT. And I can admit that.

MUN & MUSE RULE ZERO: Absolutely no Drama, Vaguing, Callouts, Harassment, Hate or insults/ criticizing on how you THINK the muse I write SHOULD BE.

I'm chill. And I legit hate social confrontation to the point I cry in front of people face to face if it is too much, too hurtful, too angering.

I don't care if someone said something shady our of character that one time or that you think an individual deserves to be directly blasted in front of numerous people.

I dont care if you think that just because I wrote a characters sexual or gender identity outside of what you like.

I dont care how many times you ask or dm me to respond or plot when I had already respectfully declined.

Of course hate and harassment is something I do care for-- because its quite literally just pure toxicity. If you do this you will be ignored and blocked or even reported depending upon when transpired.

All I ask is to be treated kindly in return as I treat everyone until I am given reason not to. That's it. Literally. I am 22 years old and have no patience for any of the aforementioned.

Quite frankly to me it's childish and quite often comedic or petty in my eyes to even have callouts and vauging exist.

I am only addressing this because of the years and various muses canon and original alike I have been harassed for interactions, sent honestly some pretty vile anons, and plenty of messages telling me "X is actually supposed to be gay." Or "no actually they dont like X", I've been called out for literally some of the most childish reasons and my being honest and blunt upset people-- or the word 'No' was not existent in their vocabulary.

And finally-- if for any reason in the RPC someone I am Mutuals/ Mains/ Friends with or just an acquaintance I like talking lore with is involved in any drama I do not want to hear it nor do I care if it does not directly involve me. In fact even then I dont want to unless said person comes to me privately and talks like an adult should rather than throwing a tantrum behind your laptop because someone said an awful word, or beliefs were disliked-- literally any reason or post of a callout. I'm not here for it.

If there is EVER a problem dont be afraid to message me PRIVATELY and talk it out like two mature adults. If I did something to upset you? Let me know I want this blog ESPECIALLY to be for the sake of laughs. Has it been a good month since my last reply? Just send me a lil' hey or just check in. Have I not replied? Its probably just me as the Mun having an awful attention span for anything that isn't hands on.

The Mun:

Look I know the novel above for one singular subject is actually very unfortunately neccessary for me.

My career and as a person have me not only practically programmed but I am openly blunt/ "real" with people.

I am not going to say something you want to hear. You might not like my saying no to a thread but my goal is to be honest and respectful to everyone.

And not only that I'm tired of not covering my ass and trying to pretend this doesn't happen to me behind the scenes or on blast for all to see.

If I plan on sending a private message apologizing for an upsetting subject I wrote of or simply discussing conflicts/ issues privately I hope to god that you who are reading this has the same common courtesy.

Regardless if my blunt sometimes told "Too much" honesty is why I disclose my absolute refusal to negative interactions I really am chill - and occasionally way too excitable or talkative.

I really do love meeting plenty of new people and writers alike in the role playing community as a whole and very much enjoy trying new plots/ ideas out unless it is unreasonable to the plot.

If you wanna just be meme traders for a fellow beloved Fandom or RPC? Ok. I'll try to find some just as good to make the meme trade a fair one.

You wanna make a thread all about how gullible a muse is? Sure!

Maybe even send a thirsty or shitpost worthy ask? 100%

Or do you just have a question about the Muse/Mun/ Or Writing? Go ahead!

I love and live for the angst and self authored stories to Headcanons or missed plot points on muses. The ways so many different types of relationships between characters form and change. But I would also smash the yes button if someone asked me how I felt if someone swung into the ask Simping on lovely Water Boy? Go for it because again; fun. Let's cackle over his style choices or his horribly abused kindess/ trust.

I'm a human guys let's not worry about anything else but the fact we're all here for the same thing: and that's fun and enjoyment as well as having an ability to flex our creative side. It doesnt matter how fantastic or bad (This mun right here) is at edits manips or coding for the theme. We all learn and grow and I just wanna have a good time and I'm sure every normal person that's not a psychopath wants to have a happy healthy safe and fun environment for roleplay/writing.

Thank you for reading this if you did. Any questions? Want Stan to be your water bottle toting and Fanny Pack Efficiency having man get stuck in a plot with your muse? Feel free to hmu send in an ask or meme etc.

I dont bite unless someone bites me with their attitude. I look forward to meeting/interacting/and memeing with everyone.

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wheel-deal · 7 years

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you wasted my time, made me worry for nothing, lied to me, didn’t believe me, mocked me, insulted me, cheated me, devalued me, strait up refused to communicate with me despite begging.

On the day my grandmother was dying you kept bugging me as to why i wasn’t with you and would accept “personal reasons” as an answer. Despite the fact that I had a lot going on that day I still was thinking about you and still did my job but you ignored me.

I did everything, expected so little, was still disappointed. what was the point???

If you want me to fix everything for you, do everything for you, give me the authority to do so. This relationship needs to be a two way street, I can’t do anything unless you tell me what needs to be done, and I can’t make a difference if I do all the work but you don’t do anything with it.

The worst part is this isnt even about a dating relationship im in. I am the SECRETARY of anime club at school.

Only one person ran for president and i didnt want to run as well because i wanted to be nice, since he was the only one to run he didnt have to give a speech. Someone else ran for treasurer so i didnt run for that, didnt have to give a speech. I didnt know that anyone else was running for vice president so I wrote a speech as we were supposed to but the day comes around and another person wanted to run for VP. She was shy and didnt want to give a speech so i didnt give mine. Now this girl was quiet and didnt do much for the club, ive gone to 90+% of meeting and helped organize stuff in my freetime in the past and card a lot for the club so i thought for sure id get it. I lost.

Later at the first meeting for clubs (clubs as in all clubs not our club) I went because i wanted to not because i had to nor did I, heck probably i shouldnt have but i wanted to because i wanted to see what our club was expected to do. Turns out clubs need a secretary or they get shut down so the president is like “Hey your here be the secretary please, all you have to do is paperwork” and i was like “Okay”

Now the president has the club binder with paperwork and junk, and since he doesnt do anything and expects me to do everything i asked if maybe I could see and or have the binder and he said no because the president is supposed to have it. And so i asked where it was and he said he leaves it at home because he doesnt want to carry it around

So when we needed papers for signing up and orders for club shirts i had nothing, and since every kinda knew im the one running things they asked me for papers and i said “I dont have papers (im given nothing) go ask the president” and what doesn our great president say??? “go ask (me)”

okay

And what does the VP the one who won over me do? She shows up late and literally runs in and hides behind a desk because she is shy... Also she was co in charge of dance (clubs preform a dance once a year) planning with some boy??? idk who he is he just shows up does dance practice and orders us the officers around...

Now Treasurer, i lied he did give a speech “im good at numbers... so i can be treasurer” At the beging of the year i shared a study period with him so we got work done together and planned stuff, but that only worked out 40% of the time because we have no communication as officers. But This dude he complains that no one else (besides him and me) do anything BUT THIS DUDE didnt look up how to spend money as a club and so i payed $180 out of my family’s pockets to buy stuff for club which you arent supposed to do so I looked like an idiot and wasnt able to pay my family back and he kept making fun of me for that mistake.

ALSO please to anyone reading this thank you for your time but remember This dude. He is rude and self described as “evil” So he claimed no one else did anything but then he signed up for theater so he is expected to be there from 2:30 (we get out at 2:10 and arent allowed to start club until 2:30 so guess who always leaves and doesnt do anything???

SO this rant is leading up to carnival, the day at school where clubs sell food to get money for club. As anime club we sell Pocky, Ramune, and Pork buns. I know no one else does anything so i went to work planning for carnival at the begining of the school year (August)

I found out there is an asian market that sells the ramune so i went with my dad and bought 100 bottles. Not a lot really our school has 2200 students so thats a small number, carival has so many people. But all of the paperwork on how much we bought in the past years is either lost or recorded in paperwork i dont get access to as mentioned earlier. So better to buy little and sell out quick right? This was the incident where i lost my families money. There is a stupid school rule where you cant spend more than $100 per day. well the stuff was $1.80 each so welp... we couldnt get re reimbursed.

Upset obviously i tried to find out all of the rules to order stuff so i wouldnt mess up again. But the problem is the rules lady person is on the opposite side of school. (our school is long) And my ride comes to pick me up right after school gets out and i cant be late so finding time to go talk to her never really happened. and it stressed me the heck out. I asked the treasurer to do stuff since thats you know his job but he never did anything!! ! and by this point i should have nown he doent pull his own weight but im a trusting forgiving person and it is awful but my nature, wish i wasnt...

JANUARY 12th I asked him to get the pricing of the porkbuns, he knew a place that had them but we needed pricing and know if we have to pick the up or not. EVERY WEEK FROM JAN 12 TO FEB 28th I ASKED HIM. I asked him for prices or status or anything and he would actually run away from me to “go to theater” I asked him if he wasnt or couldnt get pricing because he was busy with the play if he could text me the name of the bakery and Id do it myself... i already did everything else. HE DIDNT EVEN DO THIS.

so we come to the rest of the week. I skip my own lunch to go and track him down at his study period that we used to have together eand tell him me have less than 2 weeks to order the buns and i beg and plead

#please please please dont read under cut i went on a rant but it got too long so its unfished #im filled with hate #wheel's remarks #Negative negative negative

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