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simping-on-the-daily · 3 years

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It would be unfair to do just Chelsea for these. ;p Here’s Aisha!

Credit to @luxet for her questions!

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? “SoundCloud. I just have a more easier time with it.” is your room messy or clean? “My bedroom is clean, as well as my room located in the corner of Thomas’ mind.” what color are your eyes? “I have blue eyes with slit pupils.” do you like your name? why? “I think Aisha is a suitable name.” what is your relationship status? “Taken.” describe your personality in 3 words or less “Analytical, Sharp, Rational.” what color hair do you have? “My hair’s an indigo leaning towards purple.” what kind of car do you drive? color? “I don’t drive, but a blue Sedan would be nice.” where do you shop? “You can’t really shop in the Mind Palace, but I like the bookstores.” how would you describe your style? “Smart Casual.” favorite social media account “Reddit and Wattpad both have....interesting things, but they are still my favorites.” what size bed do you have? “I have a Full XL.” any siblings? “I do not have any siblings.” if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? “I think I live in the best place already.” favorite snapchat filter? “The face swap filter is both a blessing and a curse.” favorite makeup brand(s) “L’Oréal.” how many times a week do you shower? “One in the morning and one before I go to bed.” favorite tv show? “I have a guilty pleasure of Netflix original shows.” shoe size? “My foot size is around the 10s, I think.” how tall are you? “6′0.” sandals or sneakers? “Sneakers don’t make an annoying slapping sound when they hit the ground, so them.” do you go to the gym? “No, I do not.” describe your dream date “Some people think that stargazing is my dream date, but Logan just got me into that. I truthfully prefer cafes, but as long as we are content doing the activity together, that’s the only thing that matters.” how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? “Right now, I have $80.” what color socks are you wearing? “I’m wearing white socks at the moment. Weird question.” how many pillows do you sleep with? “One.” do you have a job? what do you do? “No, I do not.” how many friends do you have? “All of the Sides are understandably good friends of mine.” whats the worst thing you have ever done? “I’d prefer to talk about the situation when I’m ready.” whats your favorite candle scent? “I don’t like candle scents.” 3 favorite boy names “I have an interest in Gabriel, Noah and Charles.” 3 favorite girl names “Minerva, Athena and Anne are some of my favorite's.” favorite actor? “I hate to be biased, but Thomas Sanders does a great job at acting.” favorite actress? “Jennifer Lawrence’s work is truly admirable.” who is your celebrity crush? “Mark Ruffalo may be known for giving out spoilers, but he does terrific performances.” favorite movie? “Same answer as below.” do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? “..........Why are you making me choose?” money or brains? “Brains.” do you have a nickname? what is it? “Who doesn’t have a nickname, honestly? Roman has plenty of them for me.” how many times have you been to the hospital? “None. We all have a sort of healing factor, and I am responsible enough to avoid any accidents.” top 10 favorite songs “I believe some of them were also mentioned in one of my bios.” do you take any medications daily? “No, I do not.” what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) “I have a normal skin type.” what is your biggest fear? “Needles.” how many kids do you want? “Can we even have children?” whats your go to hair style? “My hair always stays the same: some messy and unbrushed indigo hair leaning into the colour purple. The courtroom scenario was one of the few occasions my hair became more neater.” what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) “Currently, we’re in a beach house. It was Chelsea’s idea, as we create new houses. The Mind Palace is endless.” who is your role model? “I must give teachers their credit for being able to put up with their student’s rowdy behavior.” what was the last compliment you received? “You must hear really well with those pointy ears. Not sure if it’s a compliment or an insult.” what was the last text you sent? “I sent Logan a link to a site explaining the definition of some modern slang.” how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? “It was around my fourth.” what is your dream car? “A Sedan is good enough for me.” opinion on smoking? “My opinion on this? You’re not alone. I can’t stop you from smoking, but please make sure that it’s out of personal interest and not a form of endangering yourself.” do you go to college? “If Thomas went to college, then yes, I technically did. If he didn’t, then I didn’t.” what is your dream job? “I don’t really need a job.” would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? “The suburbs are much more safer.” do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? “No. I have no benefit in taking hotel property.” do you have freckles? “No, I do not freckles. However, Logan does. He just covers them up.” do you smile for pictures? “It depends on the picture we’re talking about.” how many pictures do you have on your phone? “We don’t have a storage limit, and right now I have around 400 in my gallery.” have you ever peed in the woods? “You’re assuming that I go in the woods.” do you still watch cartoons? “Cartoons are still shows, regardless of the artistic style. Yes, I do.” do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? “Wendy’s.” Favorite dipping sauce? “My favourite is Honey Mustard.” what do you wear to bed? “I wear a lot of dressing gowns.” have you ever won a spelling bee? “When your opponent is Patton, you’re bound to be victorious.” what are your hobbies? “I believe they’re listed in a bio already posted.” can you draw? “Yes, but I’m better art digital art then traditional.” do you play an instrument? “Nope. But since it doesn’t impact my daily life, it doesn’t bother me.” what was the last concert you saw? “It depends on the last concert Thomas went to.” tea or coffee? “Tea. It’s much more relaxing and is less bitter then coffee.” Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? “Starbucks has a lot more variety in their food choices.” do you want to get married? “I’m not a fan of weddings. It reinforces the fact that you need a giant celebration to prove your love instead of acts of trust and loyalty. Maybe that’s why I chose the callback instead.....” what is your crush’s first and last initial? “L.S. Logan Sanders.” are you going to change your last name when you get married? “Perhaps.” what color looks best on you? “Indigo and black are my more iconic colours, but I do appreciate some purple in my attire once in a while.” do you miss anyone right now? “Not as this particular time, no.” do you sleep with your door open or closed? “The door is closed, but not locked.” do you believe in ghosts? “In the Mind Palace, anything can happen. Ghosts are childsplay compared to the other supernatural creatures in here.” what is your biggest pet peeve? ”Clicking pens, unnecessarily revving your engines, waking you up in the middle of the night and then saying ‘oh did I wake you up?’ as well as bashing a book or film when you haven’t seen it.” last person you called ”I had to call Remus. I can’t remember the details, but it involved something with pencil cases.” favorite ice cream flavor? “Buttermilk and black sesame ginger are delicious and underrated.” regular oreos or golden oreos? “I prefer the regular Oreos.” chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? “I don’t enjoy sprinkles a whole lot. I prefer to cover my desserts with chocolate syrup.” what shirt are you wearing? “I’m currently wearing an off the shoulder top, coloured a dark navy blue with star patterns.” what is your phone background? “The night sky. It’s aesthetically pleasing.” are you outgoing or shy? “I would prefer to call myself an ambivert.” do you like it when people play with your hair? “Playing with my hair? That’s fine.” But don’t try to get rid of the knots or try and brush it.” do you like your neighbors? “The Dark Sides live right next to us in their house, and I have a neutral opinion about the lot of them. Remus is okay, though. I’m not a fan of Deceit.” do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? “I wash my face after brushing my teeth.” have you ever been high? “I know that if I answer this question, the readers will probably warp it into some form of suggestive content.” have you ever been drunk? “I’m not sure if we can get drunk? I might have to ask Logan that later.” last thing you ate? “My last meal was some noodles and meatballs.” favorite lyrics right now “The following lyrics are from the song Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars.” When I see your face There's not a thing that I would change 'Cause you're amazing Just the way you are summer or winter? “Winter. The cold air gives more chances for indoor activities as well as a nice aesthetic.” day or night? “The night is much calmer, so I’ll prefer that.” dark, milk, or white chocolate? “Dark chocolate. I believe that the bitter taste makes it good.” favorite month? “July, I’m not sure why, but I get some happy during the seventh month.” what is your zodiac sign ”While I wasn’t ‘born’, per say, my creation was during the constellation of Capricorn, so I’ll go with that.” who was the last person you cried in front of? “It was a pretty long time ago, but I think it was Deceit. Back when we were kids.”

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twistedtinseltown · 7 years

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Episode 1: Welcome to Hollywood (U)

STORY SUMMARY: They say it takes a village to raise a child, and Hollywood University just obtained Atlas Seville – an incredibly bright but naive boy with a good future ahead of him if he can just survive the next four years of college. But knowing this town, that's obviously easier said than done.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Atlas meets his roommate, who quickly gets them both in hot water; normalcy for a college professor makes things awkward... as usual.

WORD COUNT: 2,346 TOTAL # OF WORDS: 2,346

DISCLAIMER: The only character that I personally own is Atlas Seville. Everyone else is owned by either Pixelberry Studios or Bagdasarian Productions.

Enjoy!

It had been a very long week.

Eighteen-year-old Atlas Seville had just moved out to California so he could attend Hollywood University, one of the most prestigious performing arts schools in the country. This was the first time that the boy was living somewhere without his family, much like most other incoming freshmen to the school. Understandably, he was excited to be here but very nervous to be out on his own.

Atlas worked very hard to get to step foot on the campus at all. Born with developmental disorders, he struggled to learn subjects in school for a few years. Despite his memory being almost photographic, it was his communication skills that were somewhat lacking. He wasn't officially diagnosed, however, until the fifth grade – with the diagnosis of a stutter, acute social phobia, and Asperger's syndrome. There were other developmental hurdles for Atlas, but he managed to get by.

Since then, Atlas and his father Dave began to work with a therapist and he's made leaps and bounds to improve on his grades with great payoff.

Reaching the front gates of Hollywood U's campus in a taxi cab, Atlas quickly paid the driver with some of the money he had on his person. He quietly got out of the cab, bags in tow and head held high.

Standing at about five-foot-four, Atlas was small in both size and stature. His windswept brown hair and bright blue eyes complimented his rounder face and pale complexion, and he always seemed to have a childlike wonder and energy to tie it all together.

Entering the campus, Atlas started to look around in awe at all of the buildings around him. Most of them stood taller than the ones in his hometown, except for maybe the city hall there. He was so focused on marveling the brilliant architecture that he didn't see directly ahead of him, walking directly into someone.

“Whoa!” A toned blond, who appeared to be a few years older than Atlas, looked down at the brunet as he picked up his luggage that he dropped. “You okay there, little guy?”

Atlas heard the rough voice and quickly looked up at the other boy after frantically getting a grasp on his bags. “Oh! Y-Yeah, I’m okay, thank you.”

“You need some help? Four bags seems like a lot.”

Sheepishly, Atlas nodded. “Some help w-would be nice, actually…” He blushed. “Y-You can carry a suitcase and my backpack.”

The blond smiled and bent down to grab the suitcase for him. “You got it.” He stood upright again. “My name’s Max, by the way.”

Atlas blinked in slight surprise. “M-Max Warren?”

Max grinned. “Yeah! Why do you ask?”

“I think y-you’re my roommate!”

“Your last name Seville?”

“Mhm!”

“Then yeah, you are!”

Atlas squeaked in excitement, putting down his bags to hug Max tightly.

Max chuckled and hugged the smaller boy back. “You seem younger than eighteen, ya know.”

“I-I get that a lot.” Atlas smiled brightly up at Max and stayed in their tight hug. “B-But I’m not worried.”

“Adds to your innocent charm.”

To the blond’s surprise, Atlas let out what seemed to be a childlike giggle. “E-Exactly!”

Max laughed. “Well, I’m gonna protect you with my Goddamn life, okay?”

“Y-You promise?”

“I promise.”

Atlas smiled brightly and latched onto his arm. “Thank you for helping me, b-by the way.”

Max flashed a movie star smile. “Of course. What are roommates for?”

Thomas Hunt loathed having office hours.

Such hours are required for every professor – whether they were adjunct or not – and most faculty members at Hollywood University. Hours for dozens of students to line the hallway just to see him. As much as it might seem that Thomas's Hollywood ego (or, maybe, lack thereof depending on personal perspective) would love being showered in the attention, the students themselves irked Thomas to no end. Each had with them their own... quirks, to put it nicely, but they tended to fall into one of three categories.

First, there were the students that consistently came to his office and asked a million questions about assignments. They would typically be so far behind with the assignment that he almost knew they were going to fail it, either because they cheated or they were just lazy. He wasn't so surprised with the students that did this, but they were generally quite bothersome anyway. A few extensions of the category included, but weren't limited to, students asking for his opinions on other professors' assignments just because they wanted to impress him.

Ha. Impress Thomas Hunt? Already an improbable task.

Next came the students who would come into his office for one sole purpose: to flirt with him. These types of students angered Thomas even more than the students in the last category did. Did they not realize that his standards were higher than the Empire State Building compared to most of the students with infatuations for a man that was almost twice their age?

Of course... the almost criminal age gap hadn't stopped him before at one point.

But that's a story for another time, I'm afraid.

Lastly, there were what Thomas liked to call his "platinum status" students – the students who managed to gain a massive amount of his respect with their work ethic and composure, and whose projects continued to blow him away with their intuitive creativity and the sheer effort put into them. These were the students he believed could do some good in Hollywood and in the world, and he talked to these students at least once every other week.

Unfortunately, the professor hadn't gotten the chance to meet any of these students before their summer break, which was now very close to finishing up.

Thomas was snapped out of focus as he finished typing up his syllabus when he heard a knock on his office door. He saved the document and closed his laptop for the moment, looking toward the door. "Come in!"

Once the door was pulled open, in stepped fellow professor Priya Singh, a stack of manila folders under her arm. "Ah, you're here early for a change."

"Figured it was time I prepared here for my next semester of personal hell," Thomas quipped back at her with a sarcastic smile.

"You don't have to be so bitter about it," was Priya's deadpan response.

Thomas sighed. "Sorry. I thought I would catch you in a good mood for a change for our first day back together, but apparently, that's not the case."

"No harm done, I promise." Priya set down the folders that were under her arm. "Your new student files for the roster for your Hollywood 101 class. Straight from the undergraduate department."

Eyes widening, Thomas looked to the pile of folders, then back to her stunned. "There's got to be at least two hundred files in this batch..."

"Which is why that class is now in the auditorium."

Thomas grabbed the top folder of the bunch, sighing in dread. "Good God... and I have to put all of these in the system by…?"

Priya shook her head. "By tomorrow."

"Christ..." Thomas looked down at his tapping finger in defeat before moving some of the folders closer to his laptop. "Guess I should get to work on this then. And I was hoping to leave on time tonight."

"I know it's a lot, but I'm sure you'll live. I have to get my things in order. I'll see you later today, alright?"

Thomas nodded in reply before he watched Priya stride out of the room and shut the door with a click behind her. He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he started to comb through the files of students in his classes.

With the way things were going right now, this was going to be a long semester…

About two hours and lots of work later, Atlas and Max had finished pulling their dorm room together and were now walking into the coffee shop that was on campus called On the Grind. The two ordered coffee and sat in a booth next to the windows. Sunlight illuminated the seats and the table as they talked.

Max took a small sip of his drink. “So the name Atlas, huh? “How’d your parents give you that name?”

Blushing, Atlas grabbed his arm awkwardly. “M-My dad named me after the Greek titan that carried the world on his shoulders in mythology.”

“Holy shit, that’s cool! What’s your full name?”

“A-Atlas Dorian Seville. My d-dad gave me the middle name from The Picture of Dorian Gray.”

Max raised an eyebrow at the younger boy. “Who’s that and where’s his picture?”

To that, Atlas burst out laughing, making his freckles practically glow in the sunlight now. “It’s a b-book!”

“Oh…” It was Max’s turn to blush now.

Atlas giggled. “I-It’s okay, Max!”

“Well, well, what do we have here…?” a shrill, unrecognizable voice interrupted from next to them.

The source turned out to be coming from a shorter girl that had abruptly showed up at the end of the table. Max immediately thought she had the appearance of a Jersey Shore reject, while Atlas… wasn’t sure what to think at all. An entourage of four stood behind her – three other girls and a boy.

“I believe this is our table,” the queen bee continued.

Max furrowed his brows at her. “I’m sorry?”

She crossed her arms. “Every time we’re in here, we sit here at this table – mine and Lance’s names are engraved under it!”

“God, Bianca…” one of the other girls muttered as she rolled her eyes.

Atlas looked under the table curiously – and sure enough, by the pole on his side of the table, there were two sets of initials carved into the wood: B.S. + L.S.

Max sneered. “Your names may be on it, but it’s not your property.”

Bianca leaned in toward Max, and if looks could kill, he would have likely imploded. “Do you even know who I am? My name should be on anything I want.”

“I-It’s just a table…” Atlas spoke up quietly as to not cause a scene.

Turning her attention away from Max, Bianca slowly stood upright again and glided her French-tipped fingernails across the table. She went to one of her friends, grabbing the drink out of their hand and letting it loose on Atlas in the blink of an eye. Her cold villainess sneer locked onto his fragile frame. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t have, retard.”

Atlas’s eyes went wide and watery as he heard the gasps throughout the coffee shop and the sound of someone typing on their phone.

Max stood up from the booth and got in Bianca’s face. “You want your table? You can fucking have it, princess. But if you ever hurt my roommate again, you’re going to have hell to pay.”

Bianca gave him a wicked smirk. “Oh?” She noticed Atlas standing up to join Max. “You mean like this?” Her hands pushed abruptly against the smaller boy’s chest, slamming him into the table and causing Atlas to cry out in pain.

The older boy growled and stood protectively in front of Atlas, his icy eyes on the mean girl. “Don’t call him a retard. And don’t you ever touch him again! If you’re still looking to try, you gotta try to go through me, bitch.”

And that’s exactly what Bianca did.

She threw the first slap before going in for punches, and to keep on the defensive, Max fought back.

Lance and two of the other girls tried to pull Bianca off of Max, while one of the baristas ran over to the scene with a security guard.

“Alright, alright, break it up!” the security guard shouted, prying Max away from Bianca.

The barista, on the other hand, went over to Atlas immediately and covering him protectively so he wouldn’t be swung at. “Are you okay?”

Biting his lip, Atlas shook his head as tears fell from his eyes. “N-No… I-I’m overwhelmed and scared. Is M-Max gonna be okay?”

“He might be in some trouble for this, but I think he’ll make it out okay.” The man smiled. “I’m Zig.”

Atlas sniffled, wiping his eyes. “I-I’m Atlas…”

“I dig that name.”

“Thank you!”

Zig leaned up when he heard the scene quiet down and sighed in relief when he saw that everyone in the fight was gone.

Shaking his head, the security guard sat down across the table from Atlas and Zig. “Hi there, buddy. I’m Diego. Listen…” He gently grabbed Atlas’s hands. “I have to warn you: your friend might get in trouble for this since you guys were on school property when it happened. You’ll be okay, but you’ll have to tell people what happened in a hearing, okay? I don’t know when that will be, but I know a guy you should meet in case something happens like this again.”

Taking in all of the information, Atlas nodded slowly, his eyes filled with worry.

Zig rubbed his back comfortingly. “You’ll be okay. You aren’t in trouble.”

Atlas nodded again. “O-Okay…”

Diego took a deep breath as he pulled out a small notebook, quickly writing down his cell phone number. “Here, buddy. You can call me anytime if you’re in trouble.”

“I’ll add my number too,” Zig added on, taking out a pen and jotting it down before sliding the paper over to Atlas. “Here you go.” He turned to look outside. “Your friend is waiting for you to go outside. You’re going to be okay.”

Atlas took a deep breath and nodded a third time as he stood up. “O-Okay. Thank you.”

Diego smiled warmly. “Of course. You go on ahead and get back to your dorm room so you can go and change out of those clothes.”

“R-Right…” Atlas frowned. “T-Talk to both of you later…” He made his way out of the café, praying to God that his whole semester wouldn’t be riddled with incidents like this.

His first week was not going well, and classes hadn’t even started yet!

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