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imnotoverlyobsessive · 7 months

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Mr. Chalamet

chapter nine: don’t be ridiculous

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

If only I could just read your cursive mind and know what you’re thinking, know what you’re needing, I can try by just guessing what’s inside. But it’s never that easy, so please come and tell me; are you in or are you out? Are you still searching for something you haven’t found? I know it’s hard for you, but you’re killing me right now, so will you love me or let me down?- We The Kings, Love Me or Let Me Down

Elle had a school trip early in the second semester. The week leading up to it had been so hectic for her that Tim hadn’t been able to come home, not even for a night. So when Elle finally left, Lea was beyond excited for some alone time with Tim.

The night Elle left, Lea was in the kitchen of their house, checking on the gumbo—Tim had never had homemade gumbo, which, as a Cajun, Lea found absolutely mind boggling, like, how could he go thirty-six years of his life completely gumboless?—when she heard the door open.

“Baby?” he called.

“In the kitchen!”

Footsteps, and then a contented sigh. “It’s so good to be home with you. What’s that smell, by the way?”

“Gumbo,” Lea informed him. “My mom’s is better than this will probably be, especially so young, but it’s going pretty good so far.”

“Young?” He sounded confused.

“It’s supposed to be aged a bit,” Lea explained, ignoring the steam as she stirred. “The older it gets, the better it is.”

“Like wine?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

She heard him step closer, pressing himself against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut, almost in relief.

He kissed the top of her head. “I missed you.”

She hummed. “You just saw me earlier today.”

“I mean I missed being alone with you,” he amended. “Being able to hold you like this.”

She sighed blissfully. “Yeah. I missed it, too.”

“Remember the last time we were alone in a kitchen?” She could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke.

A smile twitched at her lips. “We’ve been alone in more than one kitchen on numerous occasions.”

He moved a hand down to her hip, squeezing it through the soft fabric of her house dress. “Maybe, but have I fucked you in the kitchen before?”

Lea exhaled slowly. “Not since the first time.”

“And certainly not in our kitchen,” he pointed out, leaning down and kissing her neck. “That won’t do, will it?”

She licked her lips. “N— no.”

Tim inhaled deeply, gripping her jaw and murmuring, “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you,” she breathed. Suddenly, she recalled something he’d told her just before they got together, the last time they were in a kitchen like this. “I love you, Mr. Chalamet.”

He froze, hands that had been hiking her dress up her thighs pausing in their movements. “Lea, you— you— fuck.”

Suddenly, she was spun around, his hands sliding into her hair as he slammed his mouth against hers. She let out a startled “Mmf!” before the sound turned into a moan.

He practically tore her dress in his haste to pull it up around her thighs, yanking his pants down past his hips in a similar manner. “Fuck,” he groaned, looking at her pale pink panties that revealed more than they covered. “Take those off, sweetheart.” When she didn’t manage it fast enough, he added, “C’mon, Lea. I own that sweet little body, don’t I, baby?”

“Yes,” she assured him with a hasty nod.

“Of course I do,” he murmured, yanking the hemline of her dress down along with the cups of her bra. He grabbed one of her breasts as soon as it was bare and fondled it roughly, his fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise. She hoped they did. “Gonna fuck you now. Show you who owns you.”

She kicked her panties aside, winding her arms around his neck to get closer to him. “You own me,” she promised. “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” he agreed softly, grabbing fistfuls of her ass and giving it a few good slaps for good measure. She yelped at the sting, the sound of half pleasure, half pain. He smirked when he heard her delight, smacking her breast right over her nipple. She moaned loudly as he watched her breast jiggle. “God, you’re so sexy.”

“Want you,” she whined needily. “Want you in me, please.”

“Poor baby,” he said condescendingly. “So desperate to get fucked. So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” she admitted.

He hauled her in closer, kissing her hungrily and backing her up against the kitchen counter. Picking her up and depositing her onto it, he didn’t break their kiss, reaching down to spread her legs so he could step between them.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips, aligning himself with her entrance. “Lemme have it.”

She cupped his cheek, leaning back against the wall behind the cabinet, and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Want you to have me,” she told him softly. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” He pushed into her with a groan. “Fuck.”

“Exactly,” she giggled, twining her fingers into his hair.

He chuckled, leaning forward to mouth at her neck. “If you’re capable of making jokes, I probably need to fuck you harder, huh?”

“Mhm,” she moaned as he pulled out only to thrust back in roughly.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Say it again, sweetheart.”

“H— huh?” she stuttered, dazed.

“Call me that again.”

Finally understanding, she managed, “Mr. Chalamet, I—“

“That’s it,” he practically growled. “Again, darling. So fuckin’ hot.”

“Mr. Chalamet,” Lea moaned, throwing her head back so it thudded slightly against the wall behind her. “God, yes, I want— I want—“

“What do you want?” he murmured, mouthing wetly at her throat. “Ask for the world and it’s yours. Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna have your baby,” she admitted with a whine. “Please, I—“

“I know, Lea,” he told her, the gentleness of his voice at odds with his sharp thrusts. “Soon. Just a little bit longer, my love.”

“No,” she insisted. “Don’t wanna wait, want it now, I wanna have a baby with you right now, want your baby, don’t wanna wait, I want it I want it I want it I want it—“

“God, Lea,” he muttered, pulling her closer to him. “Patience, my greedy little girl.”

She shook her head urgently. “No, now.”

“Patience,” he reiterated firmly, fucking into her punishingly. “Much as I’d love to fuck a baby into you now, you need to finish school first.” He paused before adding, “And I’d like to be married to you before we have a baby.”

Lea froze. “You— you wanna marry me?” Her breath was caught in her chest as if she had forgotten how to breathe.

“Of course I do,” he murmured softly, kissing her neck. “My love, my sweet, darling girl. Of course I want to marry you.”

She cupped his cheek, pulling his face up to hers so she could press her mouth against his with urgency. “I wanna marry you, too, Tim,” she admitted, “but I wanna have your baby now. I don’t care that you’re already married. I don’t care that I’m still in school.”

“Lea,” he sighed in exasperation, the thrust of his hips slowing into more of a rocking motion than him fucking into her the way he had been.

“Please,” she begged. She knew he wouldn’t cave, so she added, “Please, Mr. Chalamet. Get me pregnant.”

Tim surged towards her, claiming her mouth again. “I will, darling,” he swore. “As soon as I can, I will.”

“Now,” she insisted, kissing him again. “Now, please.”

“You’re making it very difficult for me to be sensible, my love,” he admonished, still rocking into her, filling her deliciously.

“I don’t care if it’s sensible,” Lea informed him. “I love you. I want this with you.”

“You’ll have it, sweetheart,” he promised, cupping her face and stroking her cheek lovingly. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I swear I will. But I need you to be patient for me. Alright? Can you do that for me, darling? Please?”

She pouted. “I don’t wanna.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “As many as you want, love. Just be patient for me.”

“Fine,” she grumbled in annoyance.

“I just want what’s best for you,” he informed her.

“You’re what’s best for me.”

His lips quirked into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close even as he moved within her. “Soon, sweetheart. I’ll give you a baby soon, I promise.”

“Tim,” she sighed blissfully, leaning into him. “F— feels good.”

“Yeah?” he murmured with a smile against her hairline, leaning down to kiss her again. She arched up into his touch, her lips falling open in a soft gasp when he drove into her a little harder. “That feel good, darling?”

“Yes,” Lea breathed, her toes curling from how incredible it felt, the delicious way he was filling her. The countertop was cold against her skin, a sharp contrast next to the warmth of his body, his touch, but it was damn near impossible to focus on anything but the way he felt, the way he made her feel.

“Tell me you love me,” he prompted again, his voice soft and gentle but still commanding in that ridiculously—obnoxiously, really—way he always managed to pull off.

“I love you,” she told him without hesitation, and was immediately rewarded with his lips on hers. He rocked into her, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“I love you, too,” he rasped out, sliding a hand down to squeeze her hip briefly before trailing back up to grip her breast. “God, you’re so sexy.”

She pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him hungrily as he fondled her breast and rolled his hips. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised into her mouth, rocking into her slowly but harshly. “Not gonna stop until you cum, sweetheart.”

Lea whined at the thought of him bringing her to orgasm, at the way it felt every time he did. “Will you, please?” she asked quietly, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“You wanna cum already?” he chuckled softly. “Greedy little girl.”

“‘m sorry,” she mumbled, embarrassed.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” Tim panted, reaching between them to rub her clit. “I want you to feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” she gasped out, arching into the way his touch shot sparks through her veins. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Yeah?” He bent down to mouth wetly at her throat. “You like that, angel? You wanna cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her toes already curling from the pleasure. “I want— I want—“

“I know what you want,” he assured her lowly. “I know what you need. And you know I’ll give it to you, don’t you, love?”

Lea nodded jerkily. “I know.”

“You know I’ll always take care of my sweet girl.” He paused, inhaling sharply when he felt her clenching around him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nodded again. “‘m gonna cum, Tim, I—“

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin, rubbing her clit faster. “Cum on my cock. Feels so good when you do, so pretty when you cum for me.”

Her body tensed, her muscles somehow spamming yet unable to move, and she burst with a sharp gasp of his name.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunted, driving into her harder, moaning into her neck. “God, baby. I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna cum in this tight little pussy—“

“Yes, Tim,” she encouraged softly. “Cum inside me.”

“Fuck—“ he moaned, his thrusts slowly before halting altogether.

It took a few minutes for them to come back to themselves, and he murmured something inaudible against her skin between soft, sweet kisses.

“Huh?” she asked dazedly, blinking in an effort to try and regain her bearings.

“Said I love you,” he mumbled. “Love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”

Lea smiled blissfully. “I love you, too.”

Several minutes later, he was leaning back against the kitchen table, his long legs stretched out in front of him in a position that was far too attractive to really be legal, watching her as she righted her clothing. “Do you actually wanna have a baby now?”

Lea blushed. “I mean… I love you, so it’d be nice, but…”

“It’s not a good time,” he agreed, “but you’re right, it would be nice. Amazing, actually.” He sighed and changed the subject. “Have you ever been to LA?” The question was casual, his gaze lazy.

“No, why?”

“‘Cause you’ve got another couple weeks before your classes start back up. We should make use of them, don’t you think?”

Lea stared at him in disbelief. “You want me to come to LA with you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’ll be fun.”

She squinted suspiciously at him. “And would you take me on the jet again?”

“You mean the jet with the private bedroom suite, complete with a shower big enough to fuck you in and a tub where you can ride me? That jet?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, we would be taking that.”

“Where would we be staying, exactly?”

He grinned. “I know a place.”

As it turned out, the place Tim knew was a house. As in he’d bought her another fucking house. If one could even call an 8,300 square foot estate on .33 acres a house. She did not call it a house, she called it a mansion. Or palace. Palace also worked.

It was almost mediterranean in style; with whitewashed stucco, exposed beams, and colorful tiling, their bedroom was the highlight. It had both patio and balcony access, as did their bathroom, and the whole house overlooked the coast. She felt like a princess nestled away in a palace by the sea.

They were only gonna be there for a couple weeks, planning on flying back to New York a few days before her classes started.

She was getting dressed one day, trying to fasten her bra. “Jesus Christ,” she grumbled in frustration.

“What is it, love?” Tim asked cheerfully, sticking his head into the walk-in closet she’d set her suitcase up in.

“My damn nipples are too sensitive for me to even freakin’ touch,” she griped. “This doesn’t even happen if I get my period, and it can’t be PMS anyway; my birth control fixes that.”

He stared at her with wide eyes, swallowing. “Weren’t, uh… weren’t you feeling nauseous when you woke up?”

“Yeah,” she grimaced. “Even coffee smelled gross. It’s weird, I love the smell of coffee.”

He continued to stare at her before finally deciding, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Lea frowned, confused. “O… kay?”

“Take this.”

She looked down, examining the box he’d shoved into her hands. “You want me to take a pregnancy test?”

“Classic early symptoms,” he explained.

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess.”

Five minutes later, she was blinking at the little plus sign. She took another test just to be sure, this one labeled with words.

Pregnant

“T— Tim,” she called out shakily.

“Yeah?” He strolled into the bathroom, glancing over at her where she stood by the sink, staring at the tests.

“It’s positive,” he observed.

“Uh huh,” she barely managed.

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“Yep.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yep,” she repeated.

Suddenly, he turned towards her and kissed her so desperately she was frozen for a moment. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated between kisses. “You’re pregnant, Lea. You’re gonna have my baby.”

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him in disbelief. “Are you… happy?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “The woman I love is having my baby. I’m fuckin’ thrilled.”

“But— but we agreed we’re not ready,” she sputtered. “I’m still in school, Elle doesn’t know about us—“

He waved her off. “All that shit’s secondary. You’re having my baby. I couldn’t care less about anything outside of that.” He took a breath, thinking. “Shit, gimme— gimme a sec, alright? I’ll be right back.”

She followed after him, watching him over the railing of the balcony overlooking their bedroom as he rifled through a bedside table drawer. “What’re you doing?”

“One sec,” he said again. “Where is— ah hah!”

Turning around with a grin, he hid his hands behind his back and sauntered over to her again. “What is that?” she asked, confused.

Instead of answering her directly, he took a deep breath and walked up to join her on the balcony. “Lea,” he said slowly, “I love you. You know that, right?”

She furrowed her brow in confusion. “Yeah…?”

He nodded, and then he…

And then he lowered himself onto one knee.

Her brain short-circuited, her eyes widening. “Tim, what’re you—“

“Just… just let me talk, okay?” he pleaded softly.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to really think.

He took his hands out from behind his back, revealing a small velvet box. “I meant to waist until everything was out in the open to do this, until the divorce was finalized, but honestly, I expected all of that to be done by now, and I don’t really feel like waiting anymore, so…” He took a deep breath, looking far more nervous than she was used to seeing him. “Okay,” he said, appearing to steel himself, “so here’s the thing. Things never worked with Lola. I’ve been in love before, yeah, but it’s never been like this.”

“Like what?” she asked, hesitant and unsure.

He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. “Right, I guess? You just feel… well. Right. It’s like being with you is exactly what’s always been meant to happen. You’re it for me, is what I’m saying.” Another pause. “I’m in love with you. I know it’s complicated, and I know it’s probably inconvenient for you in a lot of ways, but I…” He sighed wistfully. “I don’t care about the consequences, honestly. I just want you. And now you’re gonna have my baby, so…” He opened the box, revealing a gorgeous sapphire ring that must’ve cost a fortune. “If you’ll have me, I would very much like to marry you.”

“T— Tim,” she stuttered out anxiously, “you’re already married.”

He shrugged. “Like I said, I don’t really care.”

“You can’t marry me if you’re already married to someone else,” she explained.

“Eh,” he waved her off. “Semantics. So it can’t be legal until the divorce goes through. Whatever. We’ll be married in every way that matters.”

Her head was spinning. “Is— is this just because I’m pregnant? You don’t have to ask me to marry you because of that, you know—“

“It’s not just ‘cause of that, no,” he assured her. “I did that once already. I don’t wanna do it again, and I wouldn’t ask you to marry me if I didn’t really, really want you to.” At her hesitance, he added, “And it’ll be legal as soon as we can swing it. Obviously.”

She felt dizzy. “Have you been planning this? Where did you even get that ring? When did you get that ring?”

“I got it a couple months back,” he admitted. “As soon as I knew I’d never want anybody else, I… I spoke to the jewelers at Cartier, and—“

“Timothée, you did not get me a freakin’ ring custom-made by your fancy jewelry buddies!” she hissed, astonished at the sheer amount of money he’d spent.

Tim pouted. “You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give it to you.” He paused. “But, I mean, if you want something else or you don’t want to marry me at all—“

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she cut him off. “Nobody in their right mind would say no to that.”

He froze, appearing to stop breathing. “Does… does that mean you’ll… you actually wanna, like…”

“Of course I’ll marry you, stupid,” she told him, swiftly wiping away her tears before reaching for the ring with a shaking hand. “Gimme that.”

He smiled, gazing up at her with more adoration than she could really process, and slid the ring onto her finger.

Jumping back to his feet, he pulled her in for a kiss. She giggled, winding her arms around his neck, and the velvet ring box fell to the tiled floor.

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chengtheauthor · 1 year

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Paddy Gibson x famous!reader (social media au & irl) pt. 1

We're not supposed to have that much chemistry...

Summary: fans are convinced that both actors are dating due to the vehement chemistry they share on screen and off screen.

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yourusername premiere 🪞❤️

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blakelively red definitely suits you! ❤️🔥

username1 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

username2 no. 1 reason why I'm not straight

username3 same bestie, same

paddygibson 🫠🔥❤️

username4 I can already tell that y/n has paddy on a chokehold QAHAHEDJJFKA

alexademie SO HOT

username5 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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username6 this pic is giving "you're coming home with me bbg 😏"

username7 I'll wholeheartedly offer myself to him.

benbarnes 🖤🖤🖤

yourusername I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTI 🔥🚗‼️

username8 PLEASE I WAS WAITING FOR A COMMENT LIKE THIS

archierenaux3 too good looking to become an uber driver

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Many events from the premiere of the newly released Netflix rom-com movie "Paper Rings", but two actors really caught the attention of the fans. Despite being the two side characters of the movie, Y/n Y/l/n and Patrick Gibson held the heart of the fans due to the vehement chemistry they share on screen and off screen. Fans on Twitter couldn't help but get curious if the two actors were dating, making the hashtag "#whentheyhavemorechemistry" trending number one on Twitter.

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Y/n Y/l/n shares her favorite tuna pasta recipe in her Instagram

Meanwhile during the press tour, both Y/n and Patrick are having the time of their lives flirting, chatting, joking and answering questions from their fans. They love it when people praise and acknowledge their work, especially with all the efforts they did to conduct a great film. It is a reward.

"Do you both consider each other as friends?"

"Do I consider Y/n a friend? Of course! Who doesn't?" Patrick said while looking at Y/n.

"You're just saying that for clout." Y/n jokingly said earning a dramatic look from Patrick.

"And to have an unlimited backstage pass on your concerts." Patrick added, making the crowd laugh at his comment. A fan shouted 'y/n you didn't answer the question!'. Making Y/n chuckle.

"Of course I consider Patrick as my friend."

"What is the other person's favorite color?"

"Y/n's favorite color is blue! She owns everything in color blue." Patrick proudly said earning a thumbs up from Y/n.

"Black. Or anything cool tones." Y/n said.

"What is something that the other person couldn't live without?"

"Oh, can I go first because this is very obvious and it's getting annoying how I would just see my face on it without my consent. But his camera! This boy couldn't live without his camera!" Y/n exclaimed while pointing her fingers at Patrick.

"Yes, I can't live without my camera and without Y/n's pictures in it." Patrick said winking at Y/n afterwards.

"Most of them are just me eating!"

"Exactly! You were called the eat girl in our set for a reason." Patrick said making Y/n laugh at the title she earned while on set.

"Who's your favorite person?"

"Patrick Leo Kenny-Gibson." She replied while putting a hand on his shoulder. Earning a series of 'aww' from the crowd.

"Wow, I did not expect this at all." Paddy said in a sarcastic manner.

"I mean, I only love Paddy cause he had a chokehold on me when he played Nikolai." Y/n said jokingly defending herself while rolling her eyes.

"Do I still have that chokehold on you?" Paddy asked while raising a brow, in a rather seductive way.

Y/n leaned on to Paddy and whispered, "Yes, you still do." This interaction of them made the whole room go wild. They both know for a fact that twitter will have a complete meltdown after that interaction.

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@freshtacooss Do I still have that chokehold on you?" "Yes you still do" WHAT THE FUCKKK!!!

@.y/nluvs I feel bad for the main characters of the film they're just third and fourth wheeling during the press conference 😭

@.y/npaddy YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME THAT THEY'RE NOT DATING!

@slutforbenbarnes patrick and y/n promoting the movie versus Juliet and Rone promoting the movie:

@.y/nupdates SO YOU'RE TELLING ME?! THE CASTING DIRECTORS CHOOSE JULIET AND RONE TO BE THE MAIN CAST? WHEN Y/N AND PATRICK WAS THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!

@pinkkittenprincess The fact that they're only the side characters but completely overshadowed the main characters.

@whoisangelxx56 When they have more chemistry than the main characters AWOOP

@lollawl me during the "chokehold" conversation

@paddygibsonupdates I watched paper rings for Patrick Gibson and Y/n Y/l/n only."

@.y/n&paddyprotectionsquad To the casting directors of paper rings, you had one job and that is to cast Patrick Gibson and Y/n Y/l/n as the main characters...

@lanwjr y/n and patrick singlehandedly ending the careers of the casting directors and main actors due to their chemistry:

@kaileeisseeingtaylorswift They gave what it needed to be gave.

@popculturegirlie The cast promoting their new movie, the side characters: 👩‍❤️‍👨 the main characters: 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️

@purpleforspeaknowtv no one the casting directors once they open twitter and see the whole shabang:

@idkwhatmyusernameislawl to the casting directors, I hope you don't sleep well knowing that y'all pick the wrong actors to play the main characters...

@heyymissgurl y/n and paddy's back must've hurt so bad for carrying the entire movie

@chengtheauthor y/n and paddy really said "fuck them kids and fuck you to" to the casting directors and the main characters for doing a shit job.

Y/n Y/l/n tweeted!

@.realy/n we're not supposed to have that much chemistry @.paddygibson

@.paddygibson sorry, I can't control myself when it comes to you

Part two:

#Spotify #paddy gibson #patrick gibson #patrick gibson x reader #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone season 2 #social media au #nikolai lanstov x reader #sab s2 #hailee steinfeld

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softpastels · 3 months

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tap, tap, tap.

i haven't logged on in almost two years but i'm dying to get back to some quick back and forth rp once in awhile. i'm mostly interested in discord, but i'm just getting into how it works over there so you might have to teach me a thing or two :')

if you don't want to navigate my page (it's truly a mess atm) just LIKE THIS and i'll come to you. i can revamp my previous characters but also wouldn't be opposed to new ones. play a lot more model/ig faces now, too. open to celeb rp. tend to favor smutty, but not a dealbreaker. i love angst and drama and a bit of heartbreak, too. mumus? sign me up. i'm in my late twenties so under 21 dni.

original muse list under the cut (though for sure a bit outdated lol)

PRIMARY

i. LUKE HEMMINGS as REESE CASSIDY — 25, libra. pansexual cismale. film editing assistant. ii. SYDNEY SWEENEY as REMY HART — 23, cancer. bisexual cisfemale. bookkeeper. iii. ALEXA DEMIE as LEIA REYES — 26, scorpio. pansexual cisfemale. camgirl. iv. NICK ROBINSON as LEO MILLER — 24, xxxx. pansexual cismale. v. TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET as FINN CAVALCANTI — 24, xxxx. pansexual cismale. student. vi. RUDY PANKOW as KAI FULLER — 22, xxxx. heterosexual cismale. trust fund baby. vii. ANA DE ARMAS as GISELE CONTRERAS — 31, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale. marketing manager. viii. JACOB ELORDI as CASH CAMERON — 24, xxxx. heterosexual cismale. drug dealer. ix. FELIX MALLARD as AUGUST KELLY — 22, xxxx. bisexual cismale. x. MADELYN CLINE as NELLIE JAMES — 23, xxxx. bisexual cisfemale. xi. DYLAN O'BRIEN as ARES EDEN — 29, xxxx, pansexual cismale.

SECONDARY

i. EMILY RATAJKOWSKI as ALIRA TYLER — 30, gemini. pansexual cisfemale. ii. KENDALL JENNER as GIADA MOREAU — 24, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale. iii. MACHINE GUN KELLY as GRIFFIN FULLER — 31, xxxx. heterosexual cismale. iv. PETE DAVIDSON as BASH BROOKS — 26, xxxx. pansexual cismale. v. MEGAN FOX as CAMILLE NICOLLI — 33, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale.

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luimnigh · 6 months

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Let's Rate The New Champions!

So, this month Marvel is doing a run of themed variant covers. Each cover depicts a design for a teenage sidekick of the star of each book. This is inspired by the recent creation of Spider-Boy, aka Bailey Briggs, a young boy who claims to have been Peter Parker's sidekick for the last three years, but who all memories and evidence of his existence have been erased from reality.

So the idea is that all these characters are sidekicks that existed, but had their existence erased.

The weird thing is that Marvel didn't call these the "Teen Sidekick" covers, they're calling them the "New Champions" covers- the Champions being an existing team of teenage superheroes.

Almost as if they're saying they want to make actual characters of these covers.

As a resident fan of a Marvel character spawned by a run of themed variant covers inspired by a character created for a Spider-Man storyline, I thought I'd give my thoughts on each, propose a name and secret origin, and rate each concept.

Now, I am not an artist or a character designer, I am absolute layperson, the opinions expressed within are merely my own impressions.

So let's begin with:

Comments: I really like this. It's fairly simple but the pearlescent colours really add an oomph to the design. She looks like she either has hard light or magical powers, and they look really neat. And I really like the clawed fingertips on her gloves, tieing her back with Black Panther.

Secret Origin: Probably a tech or magic prodigy, out to defend Wakanda. I know T'Challa is no longer King in his current run, and is dealing with internal struggles, so maybe she's someone trying to step up and fill the void.

Hero Name: Is Neon Panther too obvious? ...wait is this design a Nyan Cat reference?

Score: 8/10. Just a really solid design.

Comments: That's Timothée Chalamet. That is Timothée Chalamet as a teenage boy version of Doctor Strange.

Secret Origin: Well, due to Strange not learning magic until he was an adult, "Time Travelling Teenage Strange" is out. Honestly, Strange is old enough to have a teenage kid, but also Strange is married to a woman from the Dark Dimension who is half-energy being, so who knows how quickly a child of theirs would age. If we're going with the idea that these characters were erased from existence, "Strange's Son" is a workable idea.

Hero Name: Well Dr Strange is the guy's real name, so this kid would probably just be Timmy Strange. Or whatever first name you wanna give him. Not Adam Strange, though, that's owned by DC.

Score: 5/10. It's not bad, it's just not creative.

Comments: Yes. Punk Rock Thing? Absolutely Yes. Fantastic design, oozes personality, the background gives a clear idea of character to this kid. I love it.

Secret Origin: The aforementioned Yancy Street is Ben Grimm's home turf. In the past, he's done some work combating gangs and mentoring the kids there. So this is a kid who's grown up in a bad neighbourhood, but has had a big-name superhero who grew up in the area keeping an eye out for them and their friends. At some point, they got caught up in a Fantastic Four adventure, get hit by cosmic rays, and become a Thing, so Ben takes them under his wing. They become a protector of their neighbourhood.

Hero Name: Wild Thing. Punk Rock. Spike. Take your pick of stone-based puns.

Score: 10/10, no notes. It's a punk rock Thing with stalagmites for spikes, it's a perfect idea.

Comment: Maybe I just like the punk look, but this is fucking adorable. This is a tween kid, who upon developing weather powers has decided she wants to be like Storm, and specifically she wants to be like Storm in her punk phase. Good taste, kid.

Secret Origin: X-Men are really easy to justify giving teenage sidekicks to, because even when they don't have a school, they're usually inviting mutant kids to come live in their mutant communities to escape violence anyway. So, X-Men, Mutant, fan of Storm.

Hero Name: I've heard people use Maystorm for this kid, but I don't know of that's an official name or not. If it is, may I suggest a real name of April Showers for pun value.

Score: 9/10.

Comment: On first glance: generic. It's just a kid version of White Vision. Gotta love MCU synergy. And there's already a teenage Vision, his daughter Viv. But there's an extra layer to this that they could use. White Vision was a version of Vision that was rebuilt after being destroyed, without his memories or personality. With his flight and intangibility, the ghost symbolism is obvious. So, symbolically, what we have here is a robot ghost child.

Secret Origin: Like I said, Robot Ghost Child. I mean, if you want to break the rule on these being new characters, there's an obvious candidate: Vin Vision, Vision's dead son from The Visions. A ghost of his son, haunting his and his daughter's lives.

Hero Name: Probably something kinda poetic, like "The Spectre of Vision".

Score: 5/10 for basic concept, points docked for lack of creativity and an already existing teenage version of the character, 8/10 if they decide to make them a Robot Ghost Child.

Comments: Okay, first off: Blade already has a teen sidekick, his daughter Brielle aka Bloodline. And as a result of that, I almost dismissed the design as merely okay. Then I had to describe everything this guy is wearing, and I realized that this design fucks severely. Two belts? Three necklaces? A fishnet sleeve under a elbow brace? Dude's stepped right of Final Fantasy to kill vampires and get into a homoerotic rivalry.

Secret Origin: Well, he's here to kill vampires. He was probably traumatised by vampires at some point. He probably started out hunting vampires on his own, crossed paths with Blade, and Blade took him under his wing.

Hero Name: ...I'm trying to think of a name based on blood or a bladed weapon, but I got nothing.

Score: 8.5/10.

Comments: Adorable. Like, maybe too adorable. That's either a very young kid, or that species is naturally quite small. I do love that they went with something more non-human.

Secret Origin: Absolutely some alien kid who looks up to Star Lord.

Hero Name: Squid Lord.

Score: 8/10.

Comments: Could Nora Valkyrie and Pyrrha Nikos please come pick up their child? No, but seriously, this really works. Like, it's recognisably Magneto-inspired while having it's own colour palette and identity. She clearly has hard-light abilities rather than Magneto's magnetism, but the top left also seems to imply hacking as part of her powerset as well. Perhaps that's justified by the electro- part of electromagnetism? Y'know, interesting direction to take it.

Secret Origin: ...look, I don't want to call Magneto a slut, but this would not be the first time he had a child who just reappeared in his life. If she's like, fifteen, then she would have been conceived soon before he made his debut on the world stage. Given how she favours his aesthetic, she may have even been brought up knowing he was her father, unlike the rest of his children. Probably idolizes him to an extent.

Hero Name: I've seen a lot of people suggest Magenta. I feel that maybe that could be her real name, though? Her being named after his pseudonym would be interesting. As for the hero name, though? Well, Monica Rambeau isn't using Spectrum right now, and that's a term in both light and electromagentism...

Score: 8.5/10

Comments: Y'know, I'd once again point out that there is a teenage Venom around... but given that's the white symbol on his chest, I think that could be Dylan Brock. Anyway, adorably creepy, clearly a kid. The question is: Alien or Demon? Venom is an alien, but Inferno (2022) did put Venom into contact with demons. And they do kinda look Dracula-inspired...

Secret Origin: Maybe alien, maybe demon, either way looks to be a Venom fan. Honestly, probably some sort of baby that's imprinted on Venom and follows them around like a lost puppy. A very deadly lost puppy. With the fluffy ruff? Nobility of some kind, too. A alien/demon prince.

Hero Name: I kinda want to do something with "bite", but I also think they could just be "The Prince In Black" to match Eddie Brock's current "King In Black" title.

Score: 7/10. Point docked for there already being a teenage Venom, who even has own sidekick in Rascal.

Comments: The problem with trying to make a Wolverine sidekick is twofold: one, Wolverine already has plenty of sidekicks. Two, there's already plenty of Wolverines. This person is competing with Fang aka Daken aka Akihiro, Talon, Laura Kinney, Gabby Kinney, Bellona, and Jimmy Hudson. And that's just counting the ones that I know are alive. And even the concept of a "more feral Wolverine" isn't even unique or original. It's just another Wolverine.

Secret Origin: ...the one thing that I keep looking at is that foot. It doesn't really strike me as Wolverine-y. It feels more... Sabertooth. So fuck it, let's pull a Conner Kent: they're a person who was made from the DNA of both Logan and Sabertooth, to try and create the ultimate killer. Logan's taking them under his wing to try and make sure the kid grows up to be a better person than either of them, hoping that nurture beats out both the natures in them.

Hero Name: Well, "Feral" is already taken, so fucked if I know.

Score: 4/10. Unoriginal, and the position's already filled multiple times over from multiple different directions.

Comments: There's already a Kid Deadpool. Kidpool. He was a member of the Deadpool Corps. He died in Deadpool Kills Deadpool, the second sequel to Deadpool Kills The Marvel Universe Vol 1. This design is just Deadpool as a teenage boy, and that's not even a unique idea.

Secret Origin: Fuck it, clone. Can't be a biological son, both because that would undermine the previous storylines surrounding Deadpool's daughter, and if he was as much older than Ellie as he looks, he'd have been born before Deadpool got his powers. So clone.

Hero Name: Probably just Teen Deadpool or something. Teenpool.

Score: 4/10. I'd score him lower but Wade seems to like him.

Comments: Cyberpunk Rollerskating Teen Girl Ghost Rider. I fucking love it. Like, being a Ghost Rider makes anything fucking metal, but the contrast between "teen girl on rollerskates" and "flaming skull demon of vengeance" really adds to the cool factor. The digital design to the skull also adds a unique quality, and it's not unprecedented, Robbie Reyes' skull is also more artificial that his two predecessors. It's clearly a Ghost Rider without being a copy of prior designs. Absolutely perfect.

Secret Origin: Well, from what I know from Tumblr is that teen girls like the occult, so I can imagine this girl summoning her demon of vengeance herself. But fitting the cyberpunk angle, rather than bullies I think she was probably out to get some corporation that was running riot over her community. Ghost Rider likely then heard stories of a demon of vengeance wrecking havoc on evildoers in the area, and went to check it out, and that's when he met her.

Hero Name: Firewire, the Unholy Roller.

Score: 10/10. I've seen some argue that Robbie Reyes already fits the Teen Ghost Rider niche, but he's alway been more of a Young Adult, so no points docked.

Comments: Speaking of contrasts, one of the major points that basically every popular version of the Hulk does is contrast brains and brawn. Every human side of a Hulk is an intelligent person, to contrast the brawn of the Hulk form. Bruce is a genius scientist, Jennifer is fantastic lawyer, and Amadeus (the existing teenage Hulk!) is the seventh smartest person in the world. So making a Hulk that's a dumbass, as the image implies, removes a layer of complexity from the character. Aside from that: it's just a blonde Hulk.

Origin Story: The only interesting thing I can think of is making him a kid who drove onto a nuclear testing range, but unlike Rick Jones, he didn't have a friendly scientist to save him. Then he probably seeks out Hulk himself, to help control his powers.

Hero Name: I dunno, Bulk?

Score: 4/10. It's just... so unoriginal. So close to the original.

Comments: It's the Mark 1 Iron Man suit with wings. So it kinda looks like he's taking inspiration from Mach, the former villain turned hero who changes his codename every time he upgrades his suit. Despite there already being a teenager in an Iron Man suit, Riri Williams, this one actually does provide a contrast with her by using the clunkier, more primitive design of the Mark 1.

Secret Origin: As the original, there's been multiple versions of the Mark 1 armour over the years. Not a far reach to assume one was destroyed at some point, and it's remains went unrecovered until this kid found it, fixed it up, and decided to use it. Tony, having a history of bad things happening when he loses control over his tech, likely went out to confiscate it, saw the kid being a hero with it, and gave his approval.

Hero Name: Honestly, Mark-1 sounds like a hero name already.

Score: 7/10.

Comments: Well, it's just someone in Miles' suit, but with long dreadlocks. Not the most creative, to be completely honest, but it does an eye-catching distinction. However, I think this someone is supposed to be a girl, and that does imply something specific going on here...

Secret Origin: Miles Morales had a Clone Saga of his own a couple years back. So, in the tradition of Ultimate Universe Spider-Men: a girl clone of Miles. This time we can probably have discussions of gender dysphoria and explicit comparisons to being transgender as part of her story. Give everyone who wanted more out of Ultimate Jessica Drew exactly what they want.

Hero Name: There's already five people sharing the name Spider-Woman, one more won't hurt.

Score: 7.5/10, not the most creative, but extra points for the potential for social commentary.

Comments: Oooh, I like this. The hat, hood and facemask gives him a sort of Bedouin-inspired look that really works with Moon Knight's Egyptian origins. And I love the little throwing moons between his fingers, and the armoured gloves, clearly this kid is nearly as violent as Moon Knight usually is. This design overall works pretty well.

Secret Origin: It is my understanding of Khonshu that it would be totally in-character for him to resurrect a dying child to be a Fist of Khonshu, and then dump him on Moon Knight to take care of and train him. Which would lead to conflict between Moon Knight and Khonshu, and also inner conflict as Mark/Steven/Jake could see this as them training their eventual replacement, while also grappling with the morality of putting this life on a kid.

Hero Name: Well, unfortunately Moon Boy is taken. Moon Squire? The Lunar Page?

Score: 8/10.

Comments: The more I look at this the more I like it. It's not an incredibly striking design, it's quite subtle and simple, but it's well-put together and it does grow on you. I didn't even notice the horns the first few times I looked at her. It looks similar enough to Wanda's current outfit in the comics that it's easy to see them as team, without being a direct copy.

Secret Origin: Well, there's probably a demonic or eldritch component to it. Honestly, Wanda recently absorbed Chthon, maybe she accidentally a magic baby using part of a demon again. Give her a kid to raise who isn't off ruling the Kree-Skrull Empire or wherever Tommy is nowadays.

Hero Name: Stellar Witch?

Score: 8/10.

Comments: So, interesting contrast with the other Hulk on this list, the cover ultimately gives us less information about who she is, but given that I didn't like the last guy's information, that ultimately comes off as a bonus. Comparing her to the motorcycle, she appears to be the smallest Hulk we've ever seen, and I like the contrast of small size/physical powerhouse. The design is very civilian, but that does work for a Hulk

Secret Origin: In the spirit of She-Hulk, let's say she became a Hulk due to a medical emergency. Childhood cancer, experimental gamma-ray treatment gone wrong, activates a latent mutation, permanent Hulking like She-Hulk used to be. She met Jennifer Walters when her parents hired her sue the hospital. They won the case when Bruce testified that without a latent mutation in her DNA, the amount of Gamma rays she was subjected to would have killed her.

Hero Name: Hulk Girl. Hulk names usually aren't creative.

Score: 7.5/10. Not the most creative, but some effort put in.

Comments: Okay, giving Black Cat an apprentice does seem like a cool idea. I do like the jacket over the jumpsuit, and the inversion of Felicia's usual colours. Though I do question a thief dressed in bright white, it's probably not the most impractical thief outfit in this image.

Secret Origin: Well, given the shared hair colour, I'd suggest they're related. Cousins, maybe? I know Felicia apparently has a niece, maybe it's her nephew. At the very least, I think he sought her out to learn from the best, rather that her deciding to take someone under her wing while spotting them out thieving.

Hero Name: I'm sure there's a White Cat out there, so instead I'm going to suggest Calico.

Score: 7/10.

Comments: Now here's one that went in an interesting direction with the assignment. The suit is very Steve Rogers, but the wings harken towards Sam Wilson. Taking elements of both Captains America, and making something new out of them. The insect-like design of the wings make them distinct from Sam's. They almost look like they could belong to The Wasp. The hexagonal paneling and the way they glow makes it look like they're made with hard-light.

Secret Origin: Honestly, she looks like she could be the daughter of Janet Van Dyne and Steve Rogers, so why not just make her the alternate-universe daughter of Janet Van Dyne and Steve Rogers, stuck on Earth-616. She traveled to this universe, chasing a villain, but found herself unable to return home after the villain stole her travel device. The whole "all evidence of her existence being erased" thing would hit harder for her, as this would be the second time that people who are supposed to be her parents don't know who she is.

Hero Name: I'm torn between Glowbug, for the glowing wings; or Doodlebug, for Yankee Doodle.

Score: 8.5/10

Comments: Once again: there's already an existing teenage version of Captain Marvel. You may have heard of her. Aside from that, I do like how he takes elements from both Carol's Ms Marvel and Captain Marvel outfits, and I do have to give it props for being one of only two designs here where a male sidekick is taking inspiration from a female character. I do wonder why this teenager seems to be working with the US Air Force, though.

Secret Origin: Actually, that gives me an idea: this kid's parents work for the US Air Force. One night, he wanders out onto a restricted part of the base, and stumbles on an Air Force experiment that goes wrong and ends up empowering him. The Air Force goes "it's free supersoldier" and starts sending him on missions. Carol finds out, and after blowing up at the Air Force for deciding to employ a child soldier, takes the kid under her wing.

Hero Name: Well, Marvel Boy is taken, and so is Captain Marvel Jr. How about another one of Carol's aliases: Warbird.

Score: 7.5/10.

Comments: Oh this is fucking awesome. I've seen people say she looks like Jinx Arcane/LoL, and yeah I see that, but it still looks absolutely rad. Her mace has a very interesting design, and it's clear that she has lightning powers, which connect her to Thor, but the Ravens are usually symbolic of Odin. Almost as it trying to say she's connected to both. A lineage.

Secret Origin: In myth, Thor has three biological children. Magni and Modi, his two sons, have been explained in Marvel comics as existing in a prior version of the Aesir, from before a previous Ragnarök. But no such explanation exists for the lack of Thor's daughter, þrùdr, or Thrúd. With both visual references to Odin and Thor in her design, she clearly looks like she's supposed to be related to both, and this character being Thrud would do that. Thor's daughter, who's existence was erased from reality, but who's name is still uttered in the Poetic Edda. Hell of a concept.

Hero Name: Even if she's not Thor's daughter, I'd still vote to call her Thrud. Have his sidekick be mistaken in myth for his daughter.

Score: 10/10. Absolutely great. No notes. Surprised she doesn't exist already.

So in conclusion, a lot of great concepts mixed in with a few not-so-great ones. I don't think all of these should be introduced to the 616, but a couple of these would work as great additions. Personally, I'd predict the Thorsdottir has the best shot of actually coming into existence, purely for the fact that she'd work as MCU synergy, with MCU!Thor now being a dad. And I can't be mad at that, she's one of the best concepts here.

#marvel #marvel comics #new champions

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new-sandrafilter · 1 year

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Technikart Magazine interview translation with Timothee Chalamet and Taylor Russell for 'Bones and All' (x)

At 26, Timothée Chalamet is on top of the world. He is shooting in the most exciting films of the moment, he is making the social networks go wild and redefining the codes of masculinity. In the midst of promoting the poisonous and sublime Bones and All, which won two awards in Venice, we met him in London, along with the revelation of the film, Taylor Russell.

Warner's publicist and agents had warned us, Timothée Chalamet is incredibly cool, an ultra-talented, simple and modest young man. A star! While the shooting of the sequel to Dune is taking place between Budapest, Abu Dhabi, Jordan and Italy, Timothée is in London for a promo day for Bones and all, where it is about crazy love and... cannibals, a black diamond signed by Luca Guadagnino, that Timothée produced.

In Luca Guadagnino's new film, Timothée Chalamet plays an "Eater", a cannibal who devours his victims completely, "bones and all"... For his role, he has created a rebel redneck look, with an improbable mullet haircut, dyed hair and ripped jeans. With the revelation Taylor Russell, he crosses the desert landscapes of the heart of rural America, in search of prey and especially love.

In London, the interview takes place in the company of the Canadian Taylor Russell, discovered in the series Falling Skies, then in the nanar Escape Game. When he sees me with my Marvin Gaye T-shirt, Timothy lets out a thunderous "Oh man, what a cool T-shirt!" and starts singing at the top of his lungs "What's going ooooon...". Here we go!

"I MADE MY CHARACTER WEAKER, VULNERABLE, LESS CONFIDENT, MUCH LESS ALPHA MALE." - TIMOTHÉE

More than a cannibal movie, can we think of Bones and all as a crazy love story?

Timothée : It seems obvious to me that the two main characters live from day to day, they break the law, they are wildly in love, they have no money: so yes, it looks like crazy love. It's even beyond crazy, passionate love; they are safe with each other, they trust each other completely, they support each other, they are real, it's pure love, very mature.

How does your generation look at crazy love, love without judgment? And do you think there is a demand among young viewers for this kind of stories?

Taylor: This generation is really smart and they want sincere, authentic, original work.

Is it hard to play the crazy love?

Taylor: Timmy knows Luca well from Call Me By Your Name, as well as the producers. They are like family, and I was the newcomer. Timmy made me feel comfortable right away, like I was part of this great family. It's very important on a shoot to feel accepted, loved. Timmy was a rock for me. He is a generous actor, but he is also and above all a generous person, with a very big heart. Qualities that you don't find all the time, I think...

The film takes place in the 1980s, in a world without Internet, but it speaks of today's youth, isolated, abused, abandoned or mistreated by adults, of youth in search of care, kindness and love.

Timothée: I hadn't thought of that, but it's interesting. I'll speak for myself. The Covid epidemic has hit our generation hard, it has isolated it socially. But there's also global warming, global conflicts, inflation, nutrition problems... I feel like young people are watching this old world die. They are isolated. As you said, Bones and all captures the essence of all of this, even though it is strangely a cannibal film. I really agree with you, there is something absolutely contemporary in this quest of the two characters in the 1980s, in this urgency to live despite everything.

How was the shooting?

Taylor: We shot in Ohio, Kentucky, Nebraska... We shot for 48 days, in April 2021.

Do you like horror movies?

Timothée: To be perfectly honest, ....

The interview can be read here (it's in French)

#timmy #timothee chalamet #taylor russell #bones and all

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seadragon-sailing · 1 year

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I must ask the mod:

Do you have voice headcanons and/or claims for your characters?

Alright! This one's gonna be a doozy for ya girl here because it seems like in any AU I put my main OCs in, I have to really make sure that their voices suit how they sound in my head as well as their mannerisms and what languages they use (the language I try to do my best with, but it mainly comes down to the sound of the voice more than anything). In this case, I think only Feng and Tamara get their usual Voice-Claims which will be listed in this post because they ALWAYS sound a certain way to me that I can never seem to let go of.

Unfortunately, because of my dumb ass messing up the format of this post, I’ll have to put links to video clips or even audio clips instead ^^;; Sorry, everyone!

I’m gonna put the rest of the stuff under the cut because... Oooooh, it’s a bit of a mess. I’m so sorry!

Kyung's Voice-Claim: CoCo Lee

English Speaking: (X)

Cantonese (I’m pretty sure it is, I think...) Speaking: (X)

Fun fact: Originally, I was going to go with Kelly Chen, mainly for her singing voice in her rendition of “Reflection” from Mulan due to it sounding more like how I would imagine Kyung’s singing voice would be like in this AU, but I’m glad I did some more digging! I love CoCo Lee’s energy, her laugh and how she can sound a little more silly at times!

Shinju’s Voice-Claim: Maggie Cheung

English Speaking: (X)

Cantonese Speaking: (X)

Fun fact: I’m quite happy that I dug more for this one rather than just going with Lucy Liu like I had originally planned. Her regular speaking voice is honestly perfect when I imagine how Shinju speaks in this AU!

Feng’s Voice-Claim: Kevin Michael Richardson

(Primarily his role as Captain Gantu from Lilo & Stitch)

Gantu clips: (X)

Fun fact: I genuinely tried to find a proper Cantonese actor that sounded close enough, but goddamnit- It’s hard finding voices with that distinct gravelly baritone I always imagine Feng talking in.

Tamara’s Voice-Claim: Angela Bassett

Audio Sample Compilation (it’s the same VC as she has in the Oddworld!AU and in the “Mainverse”): (X)

Singing Sample: (X)

Same Voice-Claim for the most part, except I’m deciding Tamara won’t need a designated singing VC like her other AU counterparts.

Luka’s Voice-Claim: Michael Fassbender

English and German Sample: (X)

French Speaking Sample: (X)

UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH- This one gave me a lot of hell. So, as much as Luka is fluent in Cantonese in this AU, he’s a primarily English speaker with his native language being German, his secondary being French, and him being able to do decent Spanish. I was also VERY picky about how the voices sounded because Luka, in my mind, sounds a little more higher-pitched and gentle in a way.

Fun fact: I was originally going to go with Timothée Chalamet because his English and French give me more Luka vibes, but I think it’s mainly because of how much of a hilarious dork the dude is.

Lee’s Voice-Claim: Harry Shum Jr. (Speaking), Li Yugang (Opera/Singing)

English and Cantonese Sample: (X)

Opera/Singing (Decided to go with this vid since he sings both is his regular male voice, and the one he uses for his Dan roles): (X)

Li Yugang also played as Consort Yu in his performance of Farewell My Concubine here: (X) Li Yugang appears at the 2:28 mark.

I think the only problem I ran into was getting super specific on trying to find Cantonese Opera actors who performed Dan roles, which seemed to leave me with nothing, or just circling around back to Peking Opera or general Chinese Opera as a whole. QQ

Fun Fact: I was originally going to just go with the usual VC I have for him (Aurelio Voltaire), but because of the setting the AU takes please (it being more historical) and given his career as a Chinese Opera performer, I had to really dig for this one. I would have gone with the famous Mei Lanfang, but it was even more difficult to find good samples for my notes. That being said, I at least found a pretty good clip of Mei Lanfang both singing and speaking in a Dan role: (X)

#treasure island oc #[Return To Treasure Island!AU]#[Headcanons]#AAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH--

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meetmyothersouls · 2 years

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Hey everyone!

Just a quick update!

I’m gonna write more Tim fics tonight!

But I’m also starting a new series (The Witch) featuring Hal and an OC! (So still Tim related yay!)

Stay tuned!!!

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #writing #timothee blurb #timothee chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #the king 2019 #Hal #original character

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lixzey · 5 months

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choices

in which servant serena idaho gets roped into being a possible bride for the duke paul atreides to even out the number of candidates.

paul atreides x oc!idaho

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Exile: Insult to Injury

Previous: My Town

Pairing: Timotheé Chalamet x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Timotheé begins to reckon with his decisions, and the impact his choices have not only on him, but you.

Exile Master List

Timothée sits in the doctor’s office, waiting patiently for her to utter a word. The longer he sits, the more agitated he was becoming. His outgoing personality wasn’t going to last long in this silence, no, this purgatory, where he waited patiently for some sort of relief, the person across from him unwilling to give it. It had been his mother’s idea, embarking on this journey. She was absolutely thrilled to become a grandmother, but after viewing the disarray Timothée’s life seemed to be in, had vehemently encouraged him to seek help. Pauline had agreed, talking Timothée through the process of finding the right doctor. The first attempt was a flop, some middle-aged man who looked down his nose at Timothée’s predicament. Something that he tried to describe as “good problems”. The second, a darling woman no older than 35, had understood, but didn’t feel like she had the experience to guide Timothée through this crisis. Which is how he found himself sitting in the cream-colored chair, eyes trained on the woman in front of him.

“Timothée, why don’t you start by telling me why you’ve decided to seek counseling,” Dr. Vernon said, pen resting in her hand, poised to write every last drop of the plight that is Timothée.

“I’ve been going through a lot of, uh, life changes, and I’m starting to feel a little out of control,” Timothée leaned back against the couch, grateful for a respite.

“Out of control how? Emotionally? Physically? Do you have a history of drug or alcohol abuse?” Dr. Vernon asked, running down the list of mandatory questions. Timothée didn’t mind answering, the previous doctors he’s met with have asked similar questions. Its perfunctory at this point, and he knows it. He has to answer, its tantamount to creating an accurate picture of himself.

“No drugs or alcohol abuse,” Timothée told her, the truth easily slipping from his lips. “I just became um, a father and my partner of the last, five would be six years just um, left me.”

“Is your partner the baby’s mother?” Dr. Vernon asks, pen scraping the page.

“No, no, that’s part of the issue,” Timothée could feel the early signs of tears forming, which caught him off guard. He hadn’t cried in weeks.

“Hmm, do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. Vernon has kind eyes, gentle, inviting eyes that Timothée can tell will cause him to relinquish every detail about himself.

“Where should I start?” He scratched the back of his neck, unsure if the beginning of his crumbled relationship is the correct place to detail how far he’d fallen.

“Wherever you think is best, but I might ask for more information throughout, okay?” Dr. Vernon sipped her water out of one of those giant gallon water bottles with phrases encouraging you to drink, and time stamps to keep you on track. She would’ve made fun of it, and in this square room, the traffic of LA idling in the distance which Timothée finds all the more endearing.

“We met at a party. She was a friend of a friend. She had on this black lace halter top, with a high neck that exposed her shoulders and part of her back. She tucked it into these crisp white shorts, and had some gold sandals on, with these hexagon earrings, I love those earrings… The way the sun reflected against her skin, against her smile…” Timothée sighs, “I was just, smitten already. She was funny, so funny, and she knew this weird back catalogue of TV history that had my mind racing. I don’t believe in love at first sight, at all, but she had me that day.”

Timothée can tell this is going to take more than one session, fuck, it might take years for him to unpack the layers of their relationship. It wasn’t something he could condense into one hour, not even if he cut out all the good parts and just focused on the bad. Honestly, focusing on the bad wouldn’t take that long. The longest relationship he’d had, gone in minutes, still lingering in his mind every day.

“It started to go south when I started taking projects again,” Timothée continued.

“Things were fine until you were leaving?” Dr. Vernon asked, her first interjection.

“Yeah, yeah, when we first started out, I would be gone here and there, but nothing too long. I was on Broadway, and we were both in New York, so it was all so, easy. I took a job that took me to Australia for four months, and that’s when we decided to have an open relationship,” Timmy nodded, his recollection of that first departure murky.

“While you were in Australia?” Dr. Vernon clarified.

“When I came home, no, it was after Australia, I guess. I had another job maybe a month later in South Africa, and after that I was in Thailand for a minute,” Timothée scratches his head, unsure if he imagined the conversation earlier than it had happened, his brain confused in the haze of new parenthood.

“Whose idea was it?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“Hers, well,” He took a deep breath, sorting through the rubble, “Hers. We sat down to talk about our relationship and she just, word vomited on me. She was so lonely, and upset that whenever I was home all we did was have sex,”

“Was that true?”

“Yeah, we were sort of making up for lost time,” Timothée explained, though the explanation felt flimsy in his lips.

“How did you feel?”

“I wasn’t surprised, I’d been feeling it too… Our conversations became shorter, our tempers were flaring more than they had before. We’d been together over, two years at that point and we hadn’t experienced any of the tension, the lingering resentment, the frustration at all.”

“She was resentful, or you were?” Dr. Vernon inquired, pen still poised on the page, eyes staring into his.

“Both, she was mad I was always gone, I was upset she was living her life like I wasn’t there,” Timothée expounded.

“Was she replacing you?”

“No, she was lonely,” Timothée said.

“Were you?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“Yeah, yeah, I was,” Timothée told her.

“You decided to open your relationship? Were there rules?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes are back to the yellow legal pad where she’s been keeping track of everything Timothée says. He doesn’t know, throughout his sessions with her, if she keeps a legal pad for every one of her high paying clients or if the secrets she must have accumulated are easily accessible.

“At first, no, but then it became really fucking clear we needed them,” Timothée sipped his own water, in his own bottle which did not have any positive words or time stamps.

“Were they strict rules?” Dr. Vernon’s still writing

“She had one golden rule, and I broke it.”

Dr. Vernon tried not to think about her patients outside of her office. Her life was hers, and the time she spent outside of those four walls belonged to whomever she chose. Every so often, there is a client who no matter how diligently she tries, worms their way into her life outside of work. They worm their way into the hours when she’s not Dr. Vernon, to perch in the periphery of her mind, pulling her back to them. Throughout the months she’d been working with Timothée, her mind couldn’t help but double back on his predicament. She had her theories on why his partner had left, but until Timothée told her, they remained so. Her theories, lodged somewhere between truth and fiction, was where her concern stemmed from.

Though she thought of him often, she didn’t think of him fondly. She was filled to the brim with concern, a lingering uneasiness of what was going through his mind, of the melding of grief and joy and exhaustion that in a particular combination, could result in mania. She was concerned that every step he took outside his house would result in the meeting of his ex at a wine bar or coffee shop, that they’d cross paths at Target, baby in toe. Dr. Vernon checked for Timothée wherever she went, hoping to never run into him.

“Would you like to tell me what that rule was?” Dr. Vernon asked, pulling her back to the conversation.

“No sleeping with co-stars. It went both ways, no sleeping with coworkers of any sort,” It rolled so easily off his tongue, the rule that broke them.

“Why did you break it?”

“I was drunk, or high, I think I was both actually,” Timothée hadn’t been this embarrassed since his parents watched Call Me By Your Name.

“Was it your first slip up?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“Yes,”

“She became pregnant?”

Timothée nods, acknowledging that the story itself is a little too predictable. It sounds made up, unreal, something that doesn’t happen out in the wild, but straight out of Hollywood. Which, in his cynical mind, it was. Two actors, fucking, girl gets pregnant, boy loses everything.

“Did you ever discuss the probability that at some point in your other forays that you might impregnate another woman, or that she might end up pregnant?” Dr. Vernon doesn’t pussyfoot around her questions, she packs a bunch and Timothée is barely able to fight back. Regardless of the prep he does the night before, the week before he finds himself in this space again, she always goes for blood.

“She had an IUD, and I always used condoms and made sure the women were on birth control… But it wasn’t, it wasn’t a major thought or part of the conversation?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think we ever thought it would happen,” Timothée hates himself for being so basic, of course it wouldn’t happen to him, he’s Timothée Chalamet! He’s Oscar nominated; girls literally cry over him. How could he be so reckless?

“Did you exercise this privilege often?” Dr. Vernon is curious now, Timothée can see it in her hazel eyes. She’s done pressing the matter of him realizing his fallibility, more curious about the aftermath.

“Rarely, not that I didn’t have, desires, I just was never truly comfortable with it.”

“But you let her?” Dr. Vernon is surprised, an emotion Timothée hadn’t seen on her yet.

“It felt like I was either going to lose her, or cause her to resent me, which would make me hate myself. So, in order to save us, I -

“Agreed to sleep with other people,” Dr. Vernon finished.

“It was always about sex, it was never about having a third boyfriend or something, she wasn’t bringing people into our home,” Timothée explains.

“Your home?” Dr. Vernon, surprised again.

“We moved into this house in LA sometime after our third anniversary, gutted parts of it, built it to our liking, it’s gorgeous,” Timothée’s mind is going on a virtual tour of the two story estate, the sitting room where he destroyed your future, the bed where he’d held you close, the kitchen where you’d made countless meals together, and in the summer, in the garden, where you’d made love on a gingham blanket under the lemon trees.

“Do you still live there?” Dr. Vernon brought him back.

“For now,” Timothée nodded.

“For now?”

“She told me to either buy her out, or sell it,” He stated.

“Seems fair,” Dr. Vernon didn’t pick sides, Timothée liked to think she was on his, but if it came to blows, he didn’t know where she’d stand.

“It’s her house, it’s her back splash and her herringbone hardwood and it’s our photos on the wall, our bedroom, our closet. It’s not a home without her,” Timothée wiped his eyes, the tears brimming. He was so fucking tired of crying.

“She didn’t want the house?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes drifted back to her notes, to Timothée’s legal pad, where she made a note in the margin.

“She packed up and moved out like we hadn’t been planning to spend our lives in it,” Timothée let the tears fall, hot and heavy as they moved down his cheeks.

“But you’re still living in it?”

“yeah,”

“Does that haunt you?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“Yeah, I haven’t taken down the photos or made plans to move. Margot has a room, she’s familiar with it,” Timothée shrugged.

“Are you holding onto it?” Dr. Vernon questions.

“Like hope?” Timothée asked, eyes wide, tears fully cascading down his cheeks.

“Do you think keeping the house mean’s she’ll come back?” Dr. Vernon’s voice was never harsh, if her eyes were kind and welcoming, her voice was silk pajamas.

“Yes,” Timothée whispered.

It was in this moment that Timothée realized the entire problem with his relationship, and how he perceived their time together. Everything he did lingered on that idea, that promise, that glint in the sky of hope.

“Why did you end your open relationship?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know, her hair laying in intricate braids against her scalp, cascading down the back of her blouse, a top Timothée had never seen before. He looks at her, knowing full well in the months he’d been coming to her office, he’d never once mentioned it.

“I got Florence pregnant,” His words were a whisper, that teenage boy shame of knocking someone up out of wedlock still ringing in his words, no matter how many times he’s said it.

“You closed your relationship before Florence was pregnant, or after?” Dr. Vernon was clearly confused on the timeline.

“Before I knew she was pregnant, after I slept with her,” Timothée clarified.

“How did she respond to that bit of news?”

“She was stoic, cold, I called her immediately and she was so mad that I even told her about it,” The anger started to boil in Timothée’s blood the millisecond he started speaking about her.

“Why was she mad?”

“I broke two rules, no talking about whoever you’re sleeping with, no sleeping with coworkers. She was so incensed that I broke the rules, the fucking precious rules that she created that,” Timothée exhaled, trying to measure his words. “She didn’t even care that I was so angry with myself. I hated myself, I’ve spent the last year hating myself, and all she had to say was that I had to live with the decision I made and to talk to Florence. She didn’t offer forgiveness or understanding, she didn’t try to be empathetic or kind. She just, fucking, she just let me hurt.”

Dr. Vernon ticks a few boxes in her head, her theories solidifying as Timothée moves through his anger.

“What did you expect her to do?” Dr. Vernon’s eyes are questioning, curious as to whether or not Timothée had at all in their time together begun to grasp the levity of the situation.

“Not that,” Timothée said, eyes still raging.

“How did she usually respond to you being in distress?” Dr. Vernon stilled, waiting to hear his response.

“She was loving, comforting, she listened, and she cared. She’d, she’d ask me how it made me feel and what was going to help me process it… She was gentle, calm… but that phone call, she didn’t fucking care,” Timothée stared at a spot on the carpet where the pattern divulged and bled into the binding on the side.

“Can you blame her?” Dr. Vernon quipped.

“No, I would’ve been, I probably would’ve responded the same,” Timothée swallowed.

“Hmm,” Was all Dr. Vernon said as she watched the wheels in his mind turned, putting the pieces into place that he’d been staring at for nearly two years.

“She never gave me a chance to work through it with her,” Timothée responded, though he wasn’t sure he ever gave her a chance.

“Walk me through what happened after you told her Florence was pregnant,” Dr. Vernon instructed, taking another swig from her water bottle. In all the times that Timothée had been to see her, he’d never seen her water level be at the same place. He marveled at her dedication, or compulsion to her daily dose of H2O.

“With Florence or?”

“You’ve been coming here for months, and yet you won’t refer to your ex by name,”

Timothée looked like he’d just realized 2+2= 4. He’d never thought about it.

“Oh, is that weird?” He asked, voice a whisper as he thought about it.

“Do you think it’s weird?”

“I, no? I can’t, I can’t say her name,” Timothée felt like putty, the taste of her name synonymous with heartache and loneliness, doing everything in his power to stop from thinking

“You don’t have to,” Dr. Vernon’s smile was forgiving, understanding instead of judging.

“When I told her Florence was pregnant, and that she was keeping the baby, well now Margot, she nodded and then she left,” Timothée exhales a burden he hadn’t known he’d been carrying.

“She left?”

“She packed a bag, told me she’d pick a few days to come get her stuff and said she didn’t want to speak to me,” Timothée lays it out, facts, figures, no fits, no starts.

“How did that make you feel?” Dr. Vernon queries.

Timothée smiled a little, the phrase synonymous with sitting on couches, head being shrunk, he relished in the colloquialism.

“Abandoned,” He said.

“Have you felt that way before?” Dr. Vernon pushed.

“When she wanted to have an open relationship,” Timothée answered.

“Did you tell her that?”

“No,” Timothée said.

“Why not?” Dr. Vernon wanted to know.

“It seemed fleeting, the feeling,” Timothée can’t quite articulate it past that, fleeting, like sunset, like the look you give someone before you kiss them, the first sip of a freshly opened soda, the first sting of a papercut. Momentary. Insularly. Unremarkable.

“Was it?” Dr. Vernon probed.

“No,”

“Was it magnified when she left?” Dr. Vernon, TKO.

“Yeah,” Timothée whispered.

“Did she tell you why she was leaving you?” Dr. Vernon asked, handing the box of tissues to Timothée. He stared at her, unsure if he’s ready to divulge his greatest heartbreak. This was the moment they’d been leading to, the moment where he bared his soul, his shame, abandonment and contempt coming to a head in the quote from his ex. His eyes continued to leak heavy, hot tears; voice caught in his throat.

“It’s okay to just cry,” Dr. Vernon encouraged as Timothée’s shoulders slumped, his sobs breaking him.

“I’ve cried so fucking much,” Is all he could get out, a statement ringing true like the sunsetting and rising every day/night. He’s so fucking tired of it, of all of it. “She said, she said that everything we’d planned was gone.”

Dr. Vernon gazed at him, his slim figure compulsively recoiling as his sobs continued. Timothée wasn’t the first client to come to her at the height of despair, walls caving in. Nor was he the first partner to show up, the cracks of their relationship only revealing themselves as they talked, the instability and decay bubbling to the surface.

“That wasn’t all she said,” Dr. Vernon had a knowing look in her eye. As he blinked, Timothée wondered if it was smug, condescending, a look that told him he should’ve seen their demise coming.

“She,” He took a deep breath, a poor attempt at steadying himself. “She said that Florence had made me a father, and she would never be able to live up to that.”

Dr. Vernon sat, eyes pensive, pen stilled. She wondered how long it would take for Timothée to understand the hurt and abandonment his former partner felt learning that he had fathered a child with someone else. Not just the hurt, but the unraveling of her future, of their life, no matter how tenuous the situation was. Timothée, for all his charm and relationship experience, seemed to be lacking the ability to understand the primal desire built into womanhood: the want, need, to bear children. Some women never felt the calling, but it didn’t stop their biology from preparing their womb every month for a child and shedding it when it realized none was coming. He hadn’t yet grasped the reality of having your life partner, through choice or accident, embark on the most primordial aspect of life without them.

Dr. Vernon’s theories had been correct, and as she guided him throughout his sessions, she hoped that Timothée would fully grasp the weight his actions had on his ex, the pain he caused, and the hurt that both parties were feeling. The grief they were each going through was all encompassing but refusing to acknowledge both sides of the story would not serve Timothée in the future.

Timothée was hung up on how she left, how she iced him out, how she responded to his actions. But he hadn’t yet began to understand the utter devastation he created. By being unwilling to admit that he was the villain in his narrative, he failed to recognize that she too, had been the villain of hers. The only difference was that Timothée came out of the breakup with the house, and what mattered more, a child. A child to love, who would love him in return, a child with hints of his features and a name he helped pick out. It didn’t matter if he was heartbroken, he walked away with everything.

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