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boiohboii · 3 months

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The people's sweethearts Ch.III

(Tom Holland x f!verstappen!reader x Zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

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Will they blister and heal over like the last time or will they bleed for days on end and leave scars?

That was yn's first thought as soon as she heard the words of Christian Horner, and with how Max was looking at her, he had similar thoughts as well, which is quite saddening.

When Max first met Kelly, his first thought wasn't how bad his punishment would be, and he hated that this was what yn's thinking about as soon as she saw one of her soulmates. Her thoughts should've been on how she will spend their first date, on when she will get to meet her other soulmate, on how much her face hurts from smiling and her heart feels like it will leap out of her chest from joy.

And although both of them try not to cross paths with their father they still end up meeting him, he still comes by yn's University, which is something that always scares her, not knowing what her father's next move is, where will his hand leave a mark this time. Has she told Max of it? Not really, Max doesn't know the extent of which Jos still treats yn, all he knows is that sometimes Jos visits her at her university whenever he allows it, whenever he is there with her, ready to protect her from the harsh words and actions of Jos Verstappen. Max doesn't know that sometimes Jos visits when he isn't there, that yn goes with him to his flat. Whenever she'd try to tell Max he'd look at her with such tenderness, like she's so innocent and had never seen what she had, that she doesn't gather enough courage to tell him- thinking that maybe if he knew, he'd never perceive her the same way, he'd just get tired and angry of her self harmming ways, that he'd leave her behind because after everything he had done for her, to keep her safe and happy, she keeps going back to Jos, she keeps listening to him and hearing out his lame, repetitive excuses.

"Umm, hi."

Yn's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, her soulmate's soft voice.

"Mr Holland, hello."

Max was the one to reply, he knew that his sister's mind is a mess.

"Oh please, just- just Tom is fine, Max," an awkward silence filled the air, making Tom more nervous by the millisecond "is it okay to call you Max?"

Max smiles at the actor, "yeah, of course, you're older than me anyway."

"Oh, yeah, right." Clearing his throat, Tom looked at yn hoping she'd be the one to offer for the two of them to be alone.

"Right, so," seeing his soulmate avoid his eyes hurt, it hurt so much that he could feel his nose burning and his eyes watering "I was wondering if I could speak with my soulmate."

Even with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart he kept looking at her, urging her in his mind to just look at him, to stop the poisonous thoughts from creeping into his mind telling him to prepare himself for a rejection, to prepare himself to cope with the feeling of a missing soul, to prepare himself to tell Zendaya of how her soulmate rejected her without even meeting her.

Now, Tom doesn't have any sisters, but he'd like to imagine that if he had one he'd treat her like how Max Verstappen is treating Yn. He'd turn to her with the softest look in his eyes and a comforting face, asking her if she's okay to be left with her soulmate (he tried not to let this hurt him too much), asking her if she wants to be alone or if she'd rather have him besides her.

"It's okay," he could barely hear her feathery voice over the bustling paddock "I want to speak with him alone."

And with just one sentence Tom felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt the colors becoming more vivid around him and his heart becoming lighter; maybe it won't end as bad as he imagined.

"Hi."

Her voice was so small, she sounded so fragile, almost scared.

"Um, hi, hello" Tom breathed out, mesmerised by his final piece "I didn't ask for your name."

"Oh, right," clearing her throat yn finally met his eyes "yn. I'm yn verstappen."

"Yn," God why did her name sound so pretty coming from his lips

"it's nice, no, wonderful to meet you. I've been looking to this day my entire life."

"Well, I'm here." Yn shrugged her shoulder as she showed him the palms of her hands, looking like she paused in the middle of making that one silly jazz movement

"Yeah, yeah, you're really here."

"How would you-"

"Can I ask-"

Their voices stopped at the same time, allowing the other person to talk, but neither did which was why they were sitting in such an awkward silence.

"Please go ahead."

"Right," yn started "I am not going to lie to you, I am not sure about this."

"This?" His eyebrows creased as his lips turned downwards, trembling as his voice cracked, he sounded so broken, he looked on the verge of tears, she feared that if she uttered another word that he'd cry, but she had to, he has to hate her, he eventually will so the earlier the better for her.

"The whole soulmate thing, I can't handle this." Her heart clenched as she said those words, her fists clenching the black fabric of her dress at her knees, holding itself back from caressing the brit's face, from gently wiping away his tears and from kissing his forehead as she utters all the apologies and all the loving words she wishes she could say.

Yn would be lying if she said that she hadn't dreamt of this day, she used to stay up all night on weekdays imagining what it would be like to meet her soulmates, what would it be like to see the other parts of her soul, to look in their eyes and to tell them that she's ready, that she's with them forever, but she can't, as long as jos verstappen is in her life she can't see herself in a good light, all she thinks of is how much of a disappointment she was to her mother, how much of a disappointment she is for her father, and how much of a disappointment she will be to max as soon as he figures out what she does behind his back.

No one would love her, why would they love a person like her? A person who never wants to go anywhere, a person who is afraid of everything and everyone, she's always afraid of her own father- how could she possibly explain that to her soulmates, she's a person who will not be loved because she is not worthy of being loved, it's quite sad and unfair but that's the unfortunate truth- the fact that no one will ever love her and no one will ever miss her is yn's unfortunate truth.

"Why?" Tom questions as he looks through his tear filled eyes "why not?"

"I-" yn failed to come up with a fake, reasonable excuse because she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to reject her soulmate, all her life she had done things because she is afraid of her father, and it's not like she could just dump that on her soulmate on their first meeting after rejecting him "Can you accept that I just can't?"

"No, no, I can not accept that!" Tom's tone got a little too lough for his liking, clearing his throat he kept his voice in check "don't ask me to accept that you don't want me, that you don't want zendaya before you even got to know us, you haven't even met zendaya yet!"

Yn's tears got the best of her, quickly forming in her eyes and then in seconds they were streaming down her face.

"I can't, I just really can't," yn started as she tried to wipe off her tears, only for her vision to be more blurry and for even more tears to end up on her cheeks "I can't, and I know that it's unfair, I want to but I can't and I can't explain it to you because it's none of your business"

"But it is," even with all of the frustration in him, Tom made sure that he sounds reassuring and calm "it is my business because my soulmate said that she wants something, she wants me; us, but she's not saying why and I have to understand. I will understand, so please, just tell me, explain it to me," Tom moved closer to yn, stopping her palms from furiously rubbing her eyes and cheeks with his hand engulfing hers, yn could feel his skin on her cheeks "I want to understand."

Looking into his eyes, yn could feel herself calm down, the tears drying and her vision clearer "what if I don't want to? At least, not until zendaya is here?"

"Of course she'll be here, she really wants to meet you.

"She knows?"

"Well," moving his thumbs into a a Z shape onto the back of her hand Tom smiled at his younger soulmate "kinda. How about she explains it when she gets here in a few weeks, after you explain, yeah? How about the next GP, would you be ok with that?"

"Yeah, I think- I think I'd like that."

NEXT CHAPTER

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bizarrelittlemew · 3 months

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okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)

first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):

...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it

we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair

Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.

main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig

ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?

their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring

enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.

as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American

three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of

The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?

"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"

oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise

do not learn gun safety from this movie

at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car

there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:

MOVING ON

if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend

oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))

GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR

[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see

by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!

but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this

lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??

and NOW things get weird

Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette

Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"

like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER

she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??

and then. AND THEN.

ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens

they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead

I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS

NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):

"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"

oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth

i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end

after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)

i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:

and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk

#snakeskin (2001)#ida.stuff #🐭📓#anyway if you still wanna watch this movie hit me up lmao #i recommend drinking #but seriously i will go to bed now it's past midnight but i had to get this out #taika waititi

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queenshelby · 9 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 27: RESIGNATION

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility

One week later

One week passed, and you finally left the hospital after missing work and school, putting you behind with the curriculum.

During this time, Emma was looking after you, calling in sick from work herself and even Nina visited you twice, once with Connie and once with Cillian, who politely waited outside.

Seeing him still bothered you, and you were not over the fact that he had slept with his assistant, who, you knew, had it out for him, and this did not make it easy on you. You were disgusted by the sheer thought of it, him pleasuring her the way he pleasured you.

You felt disgusted, and you wondered whether he enjoyed it. Did he want her? Was she better than you in bed? She was older, sure. But was she more experienced? The answer was probably yes.

After telling Emma about these thoughts, she told you to try and forget about him. Being an actor probably made him a player, and you may have dodged a bullet when he broke up with you.

“He is not worth your tears,” she reminded you before embracing you. She had been your best friend for life, and you knew she was probably right.

You had to forget about Cillian, regardless of how hard it was or how much you were still in love with him. He was twice your age as well, and he was famous, both matters which could create much trouble for you in the future.

***

While trying to forget about Cillian, you spent most of the weekend catching up on reading the play Enda Walsh had given you to prepare for, and this play, too, reminded you of Cillian.

It was one of his own, called Disco Pigs, and you knew that this was Cillian’s first ever on-stage performance after he had dropped out of law school when he was just 19 years old.

“Christ, why?” you cursed as you put the book aside for the night, and Emma, again, reminded you that this, too, would pass.

“Try not to think of him”, she told you, but this was easier said than done as you missed him a lot and wondered whether he missed you too.

***

After a while, you got some sleep, and then, the following day, you went to school early to address your dispute with James.

James, however, tried to avoid you, and it wasn’t until you asked him whether two could talk that he pulled you aside, and you had the chance to confront him.

“Save it. I won’t say anything to anyone,” James told you before you could say anything yourself. He was squirming, and his reaction surprised you.

“Great, but why the change of mind?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Your boyfriend’s lawyer sent me a letter, but I am sure you already know that,” he told you, causing you to grin.

“No…well yes…maybe I did” You smirked while James shook his head in disbelief and told you he was embarrassed for you.

“I did see the article in the Irish Times, though,” James thus pointed out, explaining that your lover was a player, and you simply fell for his charm like a silly young girl.

“We aren’t together, James,” you felt the need to point out, but James simply shrugged it off and disappeared into the crowds. He no longer cared, and you found out later that day that he was seeing an old friend of yours.

***

Following your day at drama school, you finally went to dance school to teach the evening class. A new teacher had run the course in your absence, but you knew you could still supervise your students and review their routines even though you were not allowed to perform. You had not healed yet and were instructed to wait at least two weeks before resuming any exercise.

When you arrived at the facility, you were asked to see your employer immediately and wondered what this was all about.

You did not think that you had done anything wrong but had a bad feeling in the pits of your stomach as soon as you walked into his office.

Your employer had a stern look and asked you to sit down. A small manila folder was sitting on his desk, staring at you, and you could not help but ask whether you were in trouble.

“For a matter of fact, you are,” your boss said, and your chin dropped while anxiety filled your mind.

“What did I do?” you asked, thinking that it was because you were absent for the past week.

“It came to our attention that you had an intimate relationship with one of our student’s parents,” your employer exclaimed, and you inhaled sharply. Sweat was now building up on your forehead, and your hands started to fidget nervously. You did not know how to respond, and there was silence for a long minute.

“Of course, you have nothing to say to this, do you?” your employer asked, and you told him quickly that you regretted your intimate relationship with the student’s father.

“The problem is two-fold, Miss Y/LN. Firstly, Mr Murphy has a certain standing in the community, being an actor subject to much publicity. Secondly, he is not divorced yet, and we are, as you know, an institution funded by the Catholic Church,” your employer lectured you, seeing that the academy was attached to one of the best schools in Dublin, which, of course, being in Ireland, happened to be catholic.

“I understand, and I can guarantee you that this affair was short-lived”, you reassured your employer, who handed you a three-page document entitled “Non-Disclosure Agreement”.

“That may be the case; however, we have already found a replacement teacher for you, and your services here will no longer be needed,” your boss told you, to which you shook your head.

“You can’t just fire me,” you told him, but he begged to differ.

“I can because your intimate relationship with Mr Murphy constitutes misconduct in the workplace. But, I would much rather ask you to voluntarily resign and sign this agreement which will entitle you to redundancy pay of six weeks’ worth of wages,” your boss told you while handing you a ballpoint pen.

For a minute, you considered telling him to get lost. Still, then you read the agreement, which prevented you from speaking to the press about your relationship with Cillian and prevented him from doing the same. In addition, your employer could not issue you with a bad reference because of it, which you knew he would do if you did not sign and voluntarily walked away from your job.

“You see, Miss Y/LN, neither us nor Mr Murphy has any interest in making this public,” your employer told you as you considered your options, taking your time.

“You have spoken to him?” you asked, surprised. You did not expect Cillian to take likely to such a threat.

“No, but I have spoken to his assistant about it, and she concurred”, your boss informed you, causing you to laugh.

“Of course, she concurred”, you chuckled before putting pen to taper. You knew you had no choice, and, at least this way, you were getting paid.

After signing the agreement, you packed up your things and left, tears streaming down your face. You loved teaching these excellent students you had, and now, all of this was coming to an end.

You were not even given a chance to say goodbye to your students, and, just as your boss’s secretary saw you out the door, some of the parents stared at you, being escorted out of the building like some criminal.

You wondered who did this to you, and, in the end, it did not matter. Your short-lived fling with Cillian slowly destroyed your life, and you regretted every moment.

It was your fault. Getting involved with him was wrong; now, you must face the consequences.

***

Unfortunately, you were not the only one to suffer from this, and just as the class commenced without you, the parents began to gossip while their children started to listen.

According to one of the mothers, she had been told by your employer’s secretary that you were fired because you slept with one of the parents.

“He is married too,” she whispered, causing Cillian’s wife, Lorraine, to chuckle.

“How typical of these young women. She is probably after money,” Danielle whispered without knowing who it was you had slept with.

Only Connie decided not to engage in the conversation, telling the others that she did not like to spread unsubstantiated rumours, and it was then that Danielle tried to catch her out.

“It may have been Dermont”, she teased, causing Connie to laugh.

“Uhm, if my husband could land the girls’ dance teacher, I would even go so far as to congratulate him on his achievement, but no, it is not Dermont. I am sure of it,” Connie chuckled, seeing that Danielle was trying to get under her skin.

“Maybe it was Cillian?” another one of the mothers then said, now teasing Danielle, who, too, began to laugh and brushed it off.

“Doubtful. My soon-to-be ex-husband is shagging his assistant, just as I had suspected all those years. Also, this rag of a dance teacher is not his type,” Danielle spat, and it was obvious to the other women who were present that she was still somewhat upset that her husband had moved on with his assistant.

“I suppose we will never find out, so how about we just leave it at that,” Connie said as she began to notice the children listening in; even though Nina was not nearby, she did not want this kind of gossip to be spread amongst the students.

***

Following a rather eventful and unpleasant evening at the dance academy, Nina threw her bag and shoes into the boot of her mother’s car, and it was apparent to Danielle that her daughter was angry and confused.

Danielle knew that Nina liked you and, with that in mind, tried to comfort her in the best possible way.

“It’s all right; you will get used to having someone else teach you. I know you liked Y/N, but she resigned, so there is not much you can do about it,” Danielle explained as they got into the car and drove to Cillian’s house, where Nina would stay for the next three nights.

“She did not resign. She got fired,” Nina pointed out angrily while playing around on her phone and texting you to see whether you were all right. After turning fourteen, she had recently joined Instagram and Facebook and added you as a friend across these platforms, occasionally sharing links with you to dance performances she liked.

“What makes you say that?” Danielle wondered before asking Nina to look at her and get off her phone.

“Oh god, Mum, I am not stupid. I heard the gossip,” Nina told her mother, who was worried about what she may have heard.

“So you know what happened?” she thus asked, gauging the situation.

“Yes, I know what happened, but I don’t know why,” Nina told her mother before accusing her of being the culprit. “Did you tell the academy? Because it seems like something you would do to get back at Dad. It’s just like the stupid court orders he had to get to see me,” Nina spat, telling her mother how upset she had been with these events.

“What are you talking about?” Danielle asked as she pulled the car over in shock.

“What I am talking about is that you did not like the fact that Dad was dating Y/N, so you had her fired. Because all you care about is yourself,” Nina accused, causing her mother’s chin to drop.

“Your dad was dating your dance teacher?” she asked, and Nina quickly realised she screwed up. Her mother did not know, causing Nina to curse and cover her mouth with her hands.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic

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speedofsoundsketches · 2 months

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I'm curious, do you have specific favorite voice actors for the Sonic characters? (Like just the main few, Sonic, Shadow, Tails, etc.) if so, may we know your favorites?

Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a long one so under the cut.

Jun'ichi Kanemaru is THE standard for Sonic. The guy is passionate about the role and captures him perfectly. Plus, he's a great singer! The English VA that came closest to matching him is Jason Griffith. (honorable mention to Devon Mack. Low as my opinion is of Prime, Devon's voice is actually pretty suitable for Sonic. Would like to hear him in a better product!)

The late Chikao Ōtsuka for Eggman was wonderful, but I have zero complaints with Mike Pollack. Really, no matter what style or tone he's portrayed Eggman in, he's always done it superbly. I'd say of all English VA's that worked in this series, Mr. Pollack's probably been the one who's NEVER had a miss. Guy's got incredible range even in his work outside of Sonic (using this as a chance to shill the Pluto Anime since he starred in it. GO WATCH IT PLEASE.)

Tails is really really REALLY hard to mess up. His voice actresses have typically been great at capturing him (save for OVA Tails who talks like he has a cold). Coleen's a fine Tails and suitable replacement for Amy Palant but I may still prefer Palant just because she's the nostalgic one for me being in all the 2000's games plus Sonic X.

Knuckles voice preference is a tough call. His VA needs to be able to play up both his aggressive and gentler sides. It's a toss up between Dan Green and his current VA Dave B Mitchell. Mitchell has been doing good work in the animated shorts so I like him and he's the best we've had since Dan moved on. His Japanese VA, Nobutoshi Kanna, is great as well for the same reasons. :)

Amy's best actress is still her JPN VA, Taeko Kawata (who is also a lovely singer!) Lisa Ortiz to this day is STILL her best ENG VA. She captured Amy's youthful, cutesy appeal but can IMMEDIATELY switch to her assertive side naturally. Fantastic range and it's too bad that Amy's assertiveness has been subdued so much lately that this can't be fully appreciated anymore.

Cream's had far fewer options to choose from. I like both her actresses in JPN (Sayaka Aoki) and ENG (Rebecca Honig) honestly. I do like the almost whispery gentleness to her ENG voice particularly. Just helps her feel very soft and sweet.

Shadow's JPN VA, Kōji Yusa, is so good. You really can't go wrong here. For the ENG VA, this might be a bit controversial because while I appreciate David Humphrey as Shadow's debut in SA2, I'm still partial to Jason Griffith purely because once he got accustomed to Shadow as a character, he really elevated the role. I think his performance in 06 was one of the best moments for the character overall.

Rouge might one of the few times where I actually prefer her current ENG voice actress, Karen Strassman, to her older one. Her JPN VA, Rumi Ochiai, is THE standard tho so Karen just suits her best as a close match! Youthful yet still mature and her flirty quality doesn't sound too forced.

Omega's JPN VA (Taiten Kusunoki) IS SO AMAZING. It's hilariously deeper than I expected but still robotic so something about it just WORKS. His ENG VA is alright too. But I just love the JPN Voice, I don't know why.

May do a part two if I have time for the others!

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booktomoviebrawl · 8 months

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We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

The Witcher:

Henry Cavill, mostly. Also awful hair and makeup dept.

What they did to Geralt is straight up character assassination and they destroyed his friendship with Dandelion. I will never stop being bitter

completely disregards the themes the books represent and Anglicizing the eastern european literary traditions present. they cast actors who were a poor fit for the roles and the writers expressing open disdain for the books. there is no point to putting work and effort into adapting a media you hate.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:

While Miss Peregrine was one of my favorite books as a kid and incredibly unique in the way the story is written (The author basically took a box of weird antique photographs and created an underlying story behind a handful of them) the movie is incredibly boring. Like seriously I can't remember a single goddamn thing about the movie besides my extreme disappointment with it after leaving the theatres. It's probably because the original is a trilogy but they didn't want to make it a trilogy for the movie so they just scrapped the ending of the first book and rewrote a shitty climax where they threw snowballs at the nightmare child eating creatures or something. I remember THAT scene perfectly because it was so, so dumb. It was so stupid oh my God- ALSO, thank God I have a copy of the book from before the film came out because new copies don't have one of the photographs that the actual book uses as a base anymore and instead have the shitty movie poster! We truly do live in a society.

Changed way too much so it doesn't feel like the same thing. The main characters are these kids with different abilities (called peculiarities) and the movie switches around their powers and changes almost everyone's age. Emma and Olive switch powers so that Emma now floats (they also added that she can kind of control air to some extent) when she's supposed to have fire powers to match her fiery personality. Olive can make fire now and she's also aged up from an eight year old to a teenager and put her in this weird romance with Enoch. Enoch is also aged up from a grumpy thirteen year old to around the same age as Olive. Bronwyn, one of the older kids in the book and sort of a motherly figure to the younger kids, is now one of the youngest kids. Hugh and Fiona are aged down and basically have no interaction at all in the movie, even when their book counterparts had such a good relationship. The only one they didn't really change was Horace and Jacob. They also added these gorgon twins that do like two things. The antagonist in the movie is Mr. Barron who honestly isn't super memorable and isn't in the books whatsoever. The ending of the movie is weird too because they manage to turn back time somehow so Jacob's grandfather isn't dead and then he hops through loops so he can be with Emma and the other peculiars. I guess the problem of wights and hollowgasts is magically eliminated and we do not have to deal with the consequences. It took six books to fix everything. I appreciate that the movie engaged me enough to read the series but once I did, I could not believe they did my kids that dirty.

Yikes where to start. The 3 girl characters are all mixed up. There are 2 teens, one who's super strong and has a brother (I'll get back to him) and one who controls fire and is the love interest named Emma. The third girl is a child called Olive who floats. She's lighter than air.

In the movie, strong girl is the child, olive is now the fire girl and is for some reason super introverted, and Emma the love interest floats and gets given a super breath??? Power?? Like she rises a sunken ship by blowing in and keeps a man blown against a wall by blowing air at him. He makes a remark that she'll run out of breath eventually, which happens here because plot convenience, but not when she's blowing in the sunken ship.

The enemies in the book are terrifying Hollows. Creatures who have lost themselves and devour souls of those with powers... The movie decides they eat eyes now. And turn human again. And get busted up in a fair for the final act of the movie. Ugh.

The movie also decides randomly that time travelling through the loops is a thing; a loop being a pocket of time that replays the same day over and over. But apparently this means Main Character can travel back in time and stop his grandfather dying??? What?? His grandfathers death is the whole start of the movie and motivation for the character.

The movie undermines many of things that made the book amazing and even decides it's not a trilogy anymore!! Fuck the other 2 books, right?!

Tldr; it is terribly hollywood-ised and t tim Burton ruined a franchise by trying too hard to make it quirky and fun when the books already had a brilliant sombre and interesting tone to them.

#tournament poll #the witcher #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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locution-youngster-enjoyer · 2 months

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One headcanon for pretty much every wordgirl villain

Amazing Rope Guy's birthday is April 1st

The reason BLHG has a.. big left hand is because he has the condition Hemihyperplasia (which from what i've seen causes a part of a person's body to be larger than the other. Pls correct me if this is wrong, i am not familiar with the condition)

Brent is multilingual (since Chuck is his half brother, Brent's father spoke spanish, which inspired Brent to learn more languages)

Captain Tangent binge watches pirate movies in his spare time (E.g: Peter Pan, Treasure Island, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc)

Chuck has a video game collection that he's very proud of. It's full of older, retro games, and he also owns all the consoles to go with them.

Glen owns a body pillow, im not specifying of who. That's up for interpretation.

You know how Dr Two Brains is based on the myth that mice like cheese? In reality, mice prefer grains and berries. I'd think it would be funny if in a situation where he was forced to exclusively eat berries and grains, it'd make him ill (similar to how cheese really affects mice).

Eileen's last name is 'Rucker,' which is a German last name meaning 'thief' or 'Greedy'

Maria and Eileen are the absolute bestest of friends, with Eileen treating Maria like a little pet.

Granny May used to do ballet when she was younger, which gave her some of the agility she now has.

I couldn't think of a headcanon for Guy Rich specifically, but his brother's name is Duke.

Hal and Granny May went to the same school when they were young. They do not like each other at all.

Invisi-bill is simultaneously the worst and the best at playing Hide and Seek. He can just go invisible to hide, but is usually way too fidgety to stay in one spot permanently.

Lady Redundant Woman is a heavy sleeper. She also snores really loudly

Leslie is actually a mixed martial artist, but generally prefers Karate

Miss Power is fully capable of blinking, but is also capable of licking her eyeballs just to freak people out. She thinks its funny

Mr Big is really fond of 80s music because it reminds him of his band

Ms Question didn't realize this immediately about her powers, but she can produce electricity. If you touch her bare skin, she can accidentally shock both you and her. She can also stick magnets to herself.

Nocan.... ok im gonna be completely honest, i can't think of anything for this guy.

Reason and Rhyme have a secret handshake. Rhyme is the one who made it, and Reason messes it up everytime they try to do it

Royal Dandy calls Dave dad :) (but in a british way so probably something stupid(/j) like papa)

Seymour is insanely good at poker. He's perfectly capable of playing any version of it, but he's also really good at cheating at it. He hides cards in his sleeve and in his shirt and then swaps them out for whatever hand he has.

While it's not obvious, the Butcher likes jewelry. He doesn't wear it much, but you'll always find a ring or two and earrings in his house. (Reginald x Butcher shippers, do with this as you will)

The Coach was actually a highly successful man before trying to trick the Whammer. Most people don't realize that he went to really prestigious schools when he was younger.

The Learnerer's real name is Alfred, in reference to his voice actor

The Whammer was an actual pro-wrestler at one point, but was forced to stop because 'whams' aren't a legal move in the wrestling world.

Timmy Tim-Bo is the Coach's nephew

Tobey will play little puzzle games when not building robots (Crossword, Sudoku, etc)

Victoria Best tries to sneak into the villain convention, but usually gets caught pretty quickly.

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everyl1ttleth1ng · 3 days

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For reasons I will blame on a tweet that said “I just saw someone refer to TS and TK as ‘The English teacher and PE teacher getting it on’ AND I LOST MY MIND” and one of Taylor’s many amazing new songs on TTPD, “So High School,” it appears that I have joined the ranks of the psychos writing fanfiction about real people. We do AUs pretty well here on tumblr so, in this alternative universe of mine, the names, appearances and some elements of what is publicly known about these real people have been borrowed from actual reality and used to populate an entirely fictional story about teachers in a cross-discipline romance. Obvs I do not know any of my “actors” in real life and obvs this is not meant, in any way, to speculate about any of the named people’s actual lives. Also, some of my “actors” are just identified by their first names here but they are all played by real people in my head and you’ll probably pick ‘em if you’re even vaguely aware of actors, musicians and prominent figures across and around the NFL. And it’s set in the high school that Devi Vishwakumar goes to because, why not?

…

“She’s back,” announced Dalton, slumping into his chair and dropping his head dramatically onto his desk amid a tangle of whistles.

Pat chuckled. “Sorry dude, I was going to warn you but I never thought she’d agree to sub so soon after getting back into the country. Tammy must be desperate to cover classes. The poor girl’s probably still jet-lagged.”

“She doesn’t look jet-lagged,” muttered Dalton without lifting his head. “She looks like her perfect Disney Princess self, just more tanned from a year under the Spanish sun.”

“Dude,” said Pat, shaking his head. “Sometimes I wonder if PE is the right spot for you. You’re still young, it’s probably not too late to switch to something more dramatic.”

Travis looked from one colleague to the other. “What am I missing here?”

“Dalton has a crush,” said Pat. “It’s kind of endearing. She’s only a full decade older than he is and completely out of his league.”

“Shut up,” groaned Dalton.

“Knock, knock!” called a voice from the staff room doorway. “Paging Mr Travis Kelce.”

“English teachers?” said Travis, getting to his feet, his tone incredulous. “Are my eyes playing tricks on me or is that a pair of lost English teachers at our door? What are you two doing slumming it over on our side of the school?”

Dalton looked up in wide-eyed horror which quickly turned to relief when he saw which of the English teachers it was, or rather, wasn’t.

“Hey, Trav,” said Jack, accepting the embrace the bigger man offered with a grin and thumping him warmly on the back. “Em and I are worried we might have developed some kind of Stockholm Syndrome since our shared week on Grade Seven Camp. We really miss you, buddy.”

“Jack and all his pretentious poet friends are used to looking down on jocks. Now that he’s embroiled in a bromance with one, he’s finding it all very confusing.” Emma waited until Travis had released her from her hug before she added, “And we’re here to use you for your access to sports equipment.”

“Hurtful,” said Travis. “But it’s nice to have you guys visiting me in my staff room for a change. I kind of stick out like a sore thumb in yours.”

Jack snorted. “You know those old ladies love you.”

“They’ve started bringing in packets of those chocolate cookies you like just in case you pop by,” said Emma. “Better not leave them hanging, Trav.”

“Cookies, huh? Ok, I’ll be round tomorrow recess.”

“Nah, that won’t work,” said Emma. “Taylor swans in for thirty seconds this morning in a sleep-deprived haze-”

In the background Dalton surreptitiously lifted his head off the desk, the faint imprint of a whistle on his cheek.

“- mentions she watched Dead Poets Society on the plane ride home from Spain and suddenly they're all selecting extracts of poetry, dusting off an old gramophone and sending us over here to you lot to borrow some soccer balls.”

Travis looked from Jack to Emma with a bemused expression on his face. “Am I the idiot here if I have absolutely no idea what you two are talking about?”

“I know!” piped up Dalton. “Are you guys gonna recreate that scene with Robin Williams on the oval?” He nodded knowingly. “Iconic. I should tell Taylor I’m a fan too.”

Pat laughed. “Yeah, Dalton, you should. And maybe Taylor could come over while you watch the movie with your girlfriend. Remember her?”

Dalton glared at him then resignedly dropped his head back to the surface of his desk.

“Who’s Taylor?” asked Travis. “Is she another one of the old ladies with the cookies?”

Dalton scoffed dramatically, muffled though it was.

Pat cackled. “You okay there, Kinkaid?”

Emma pushed on Travis’ arm to get him moving. “C’mon, we’ve all gotta get to our homerooms eventually. We’ll explain while you take us to the soccer balls.”

…

“You are a lifesaver, my girl,” said Tammy, patting Taylor fondly on the arm. “I cannot thank you enough for coming in today.”

Taylor pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and blinked sleepily. “What if I fall asleep on them? You don’t understand. I think it’s a real danger!”

Tammy laughed. “Hard to fall asleep in PE. Besides, you’re just there for the supervision ratio given that this is all of Grade 8 combined. Travis will have it all under control.”

“Travis?” asked Taylor. “Am I so tired that I’ve forgotten the name of a guy I’ve worked with for six years or is this someone new?”

Tammy looked up from her laptop in surprise. “Oooh, no, you wouldn’t have met Travis yet. He’s an old friend of Pat’s from college. Apparently they used to play football together. When Bill retired at the end of last year, Pat put in a call to his buddy and this place has not been the same since.”

Taylor nodded. “Ok, yes, this is sounding familiar. Britt did mention that some old friend of Pat’s had started at Sherman Oaks and that he was always at their place. I’m a bit worried he might have muscled into my spot at Friday Night Wine.”

Tammy considered her a moment. “So did you meet anyone in Spain? On your big single girl adventure?”

“I mean, I did.” Taylor shrugged. “He was nice, I guess, but nothing really came of it. We went our separate ways after a month or so. If I’d found the one, I might not have come home.” Taylor narrowed her eyes. “Hang on, why do you ask? What does this have to do with PE?”

Tammy patted her hand and handed her the class attendance papers. “You’ll see. Let’s go introduce you to Travis.”

“Okaaay,” said Taylor warily, as she followed Tammy dutifully out of her office. “You’re the boss, Mrs Reid. I’ll just grab a coffee and meet you there.”

…

The local school district’s baseball competition had half the PE staff out at a neighbouring school for most of the school day and long into the afternoon but Travis wasn’t worried, even in the face of all the Grade 8 PE classes combined. Tammy would find him a spare adult or two to stand around the edge of the gym and take care of supervision and he would get to teach more of his favourite unit - Grade 8 Dance. Last combined lesson they’d learned the Electric Slide and totally nailed it. Today he was gonna make the kids partner up and learn the Cha Cha.

He plugged his phone into the sound system and cued up his playlist of Latin beats, cranking the volume as high as it would go, then headed over to unlock the gym doors and usher in the waiting students.

“Mr Kelce?” a familiar voice called from the gym entrance once the students had all shuffled in.

Travis turned to see the wife of his former football coach, now one of the Sherman Oaks deputy principals, waving to him. “Mrs Reid!” he boomed back, dancing his way over to her. “Come and cha cha with me. Let’s show these kids how it’s done.”

The older woman laughed and said, “Why not?” momentarily placing her ever-present sheaf of paperwork on a table near the door and giving him her hand.

The kids whooped and cheered as they watched Travis demonstrate how to be the perfect dance partner. He had particularly high hopes for these Grade 8 boys. They sorely needed a good example of how to treat other people, especially girls, and he hoped he could fill that role for them. The song playing came to an end and he spun Tammy out into the middle of the floor so they could both bow extravagantly, hamming it up for the student reaction.

“Let’s thank my extraordinary partner one more time,” Travis called. “Give it up for Mrs Reid!”

Tammy waved and curtsied then grinned at Travis and made her way toward her pile of papers and the door.

“Ok, get yourself into the grid we learnt last week,” Travis instructed as he walked over to the sound system to cue up Shania Twain’s Man, I Feel Like a Woman. “We’re gonna warm up with a few rounds of the Electric Slide and I know that you guys are awesome at this so make sure to give it your own flair!”

He cued up a few songs to follow, mainly chosen to give the students a laugh. He chuckled to himself as he selected Vanilla Ice’s Ice Ice Baby and Kool and the Gang’s Get Down On It.

Raising his eyes from his phone and looking over the heads of the line dancing students, he saw a statuesque blonde woman walk through the gym doors, a huge smile on her face as she took in their enthusiastic movement.

“Ms Swift?” cried out one of the girls. “You’re back!”

“Hi, Sophie!” she replied, waving as she made her way around the outside of the grid towards Travis. “Keep dancing! We’ll catch up later!”

Travis suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands. He barely stopped himself from shoving his phone into the pocket of his shorts and disconnecting the cable to the sound system.

“Hi,” she said as she drew near, smiling broadly and holding out a hand to him. “I’m Taylor.”

“Travis,” he replied, taking her slender hand in his. “Nice to meet you.”

…

“Hey Trav,” said Jack, wearily looking up from the pile of papers he was grading. “Em’s around here somewhere if you’ve come to get the soccer balls back. Thanks for that by the way.”

Travis waved a hand. “No rush. Was it a success? Should I be worried I’m gonna lose half my football team to poetry or whatever?”

Emma’s head appeared over the top of the partition dividing their desks. “Not if their essays are anything to go by,” she said dryly, yanking off her massive headphones.

“Oh, hey, Em. Didn’t see you there.”

She gestured with the headphones. “That was kind of the idea. I was laying low. But then I remembered how much I hate marking and how much more fun it is talking to you.”

Travis grinned. “So, it seems you two left out a crucial piece of information when you were talking up your pal, Taylor, this morning.”

Both sets of tired eyes lit up.

“You’ve met her already?” asked Jack excitedly. “What did we leave out?”

Travis rubbed at the back of his neck, smiling shyly. “Neither of you told me she was gorgeous.”

Emma whooped. “I’m gonna get some of those cookies.”

Jack grinned, shoving his pile of papers aside and leaning back in his desk chair. “Tell us everything,” he said.

#tayvis #travis kelce #taylor swift #travis kelce taylor swift #fanfiction

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Imagine him as your son’s history teacher who you sleep with cause your son is bad at history and he needs to pass that subject.

And oh, you really thought he’s the sweetest man ever and only do vanilla sex but he surprised you when he fucked your brain out the first time and suddenly you don’t seem to want to get out of his bed.

You’re the hottest milf in the school and he didn’t want to miss the chance of fucking you..

UHM sleazy history teacher (daddy) and rich milf!reader 😖😖 I’m in love:

It all started when you were just a concerned mother stopping by her son’s school to talk with his history teacher (“don’t even try, mom. He’s such a hard-ass for no reason.” You son warned). You show up to the school in your tight pencil skirt and white blouse since you just came from work, your heels clicking off the floor on the way to his classroom.

You’re sitting close at his desk and discussing your son’s study habits, the older man nods intently, adding advice where needed.

Perhaps some flirty looks turn into gentle touches.

“—I make sure he studies at home, but I can’t say the same for when he visits his father.” You roll your eyes at the thought of your ex. “I’ve told [lloyd or maybe sleazy actor daddy devin peters] how important this class is, but he’s just too stubborn. He only wants to do things his own way.”

“You sound really tense, it must be stressful raising him all by yourself.” His big hand lands on your knee, “You must be exhausted after coming home from work, hm? Always doing everything by yourself.”

He can’t resist—you’re here in a tight skirt and red bottoms, your cleavage basically calling his name. And you’re letting him touch you.

Oh, the other teachers/his friends are going to so jealous.

They’ve got a nickname for you, Mrs. MILF bc you’re the hottest mom at the school. They as in his close friends and coworkers, Mr. Levinson the PE teacher, Mr. Barber the law teacher, Mr. Rogers the art teacher, and Mr. Everett the woodshop teacher. They’ve had countless conversations about you: about your tight work out clothes that hug your body, your ‘sexy boss’ work clothes, and the way your perfume lingers long after you’ve left. They’re all frequent visitors to your social medias where you post (major milf) bikini photos, and pics of you in tiny tight dresses when you go on a mom’s night out with your friends.

You have a great reputation throughout the faculty, everyone loves you !! You help out with fundraisers and volunteer, you also donate a bunch of money to the school. (“If I was still in college, I’d ask her to be my sugar mommy.”) if Lloyd isn’t the father, may haps he’s the principal 😳

For the past three years, they’ve desperately hoped for your son to be in their class just so they could see you/talk to you on parent-teacher nights. This year was a blessing bc your son was in all of their classes, well all of them except Mr. Levinson who was incredibly bitter about it. He still makes it a point to chat with you on the days you show up to drop off your son’s lunch, or pick him up early.

“Your son is close to failing this class, but I suppose we could kill two birds with one stone, sweetheart.” His hand slowly slips up your thigh high stockings to the garter strap that secures them. “I could help you out. Relieve all that tension in your body, and maybe… bump up your son’s grade. Does that sound good, honey?”

And bc I’m a slut, he definitely makes you call him daddy 😫✋ I LOVE SLEAZY DADDIES !! GIMME ALL THE SLEAZY TEACHERS !!

#sleazy history daddy #UGH I NEED HIS NAME SO HE CAN BE MR. SOMETHING #ask sonny #sonnysconcepts

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averyangrypossum · 1 month

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Caved and decided to share my main OC in the camp camp art style and universe

Even though I made my character in the camp camp art style a while ago the person that inspired me to post it/expand on it was @brewingcoffi with their OC, go check out their blog their stuff is so cool!

Lore and character under the cut

But anyways this is basically my main OC Jessie during the epilogue of her story. Where everything is (kind of) resolved and shes just left to pick up the pieces of the aftermath.

After her whole fiasco shes sent to Juvie for 11 months and afterwards sentenced house arrest and court ordered therapy, and after a while of being at home for house arrest shes granted permission to go to a camp to help her get re socialized with other “normal” children. And thats how she ends up at Camp Camp, specifically during seasons 1-4 since I don’t know if I want to draw her what she’d look like during season 5.

With an eye missing and a whole lot of baggage, literally and figuratively, she signs up for writing camp.

And she ends up having a great time! Not at the star at first cuz shes a little emo, but she starts making friends with the other campers, specifically Harrison. Shes one of the most troublesome camper besides Max but shes not seen as such by anyone other than Max because she inherited her father’s master manipulation skills.

Like father like daughter.

She has a stuffed bear similar to Mr honeynuts (Max’s bear) but it doesn’t hold the same weight since its really just a placeholder for another plush she had. Plus she has a pet emotional support raccoon that she successfully was able to take with her.

Her relationship with the other campers and counselors is how I rank it down here:

1. Harrison

Harrison is her tent-mate and her best friend at camp, basically like a brother to her, twin brother if you will since they found out they were born on the same day. Shes basically his number one supporter in magic and he frequently reads her stories and gives feedback.

2. David

She participates on the activity of torturing him with the other campers but she secretly sees him as a father figure, and hes the first one she goes to in the middle of the night when she cant sleep due to night terrors, and makes him make her a midnight snack.

3. Dolph

As an artist to another artist, they love each other’s company, Jess likes to draw too but more in a doodle kind of way and not of still life or arts and crafts kind of way. She likes watching Dolph paint in a way to call her down, and Dolph likes asking her if he could paint a scene from her stories.

4. Ered

Like everyone, she thinks Ered is cool, and admires Ered and even has a crush on her. WHICH IS BAD BY THE WAY! Cuz she has SEVERE mommy and daddy issues and anyone either older, cooler, maturer, and or smarter than her she will probably have a crush on them. But OTHER than that, they have a nice friendship where Jess asks Ered to teach her tricks on the skateboard, it does not usually go well.

(Oh and fun fact I actually met Ered’s voice actor and even got a signature from her at a con I worked at, she was so nice and shes just a really cool person)

5. Nerris

Jess has played DND before which leaves Nerris to frequently ask her to play with them, and sometimes Nerris would ask for story telling advice for future campaigns.

6. Preston

Jess’s mom and dad were both actors so she grew up having love for the industry, back when she still looked up to them. She even wanted to be an actor briefly when she was six but she grew out of it. Which leads Preston to cast her first in his plays since shes

“one of the only amateurs at this camp with an ounce of talent in her bones” -Preston

Although shes absolutely horrible at singing and pretty un-enthusiastic about acting. Not to mention she thinks Preston’s scripts are awful and once proposed to write on for him, he didn’t talk to her for four weeks in spite.

7. Neil

Her best friend outside of camp is literally THE BIGGEST NERD IN EXISTENCE TO THE POINT HES CONSIDERED A PRODIGY, which leads to her having a soft spot for nerds such as Neil.

And with what we are shown in season 3 episode 6, he falls easily for girls who know basic science. Which with Neil being the socially awkward person he is, sometimes he unintentionally makes her uncomfortable. Plus not to mention she enjoys Harrison fucking with him with magic, she finds it incredibly funny to the point its a little mean spirited. Other than all that other stuff she sometimes hangs out with him while Nikki and Max are doing their own things as she watches him do whatever science thing he happens to be doing.

8. Nikki

They don’t interact much, but Jess enjoys hanging out with her from time to time, and Nikki is the only other person Tim (Jess’s raccoon) likes.

9. Gwen

Her least favorite counselor but thats not saying much since theres only two of them. She still enjoys Gwen’s company and their relationship increases over the course of the summer, where Gwen helps Jess with her issues and complicated feelings towards her mother.

10. Space kid

She thinks hes weird, treats him like everyone else does unfortunately. Shes not really better than the others.

11. Max

Max doesn’t like her for most of the summer, because hes challenged for the title of being the biggest bastard at camp. Plus whenever she does said trouble, she gets away with it most of the time unless she’s cornered where she resorts to blaming it all on Max when he didn’t do shit for a change, and she is believed because shes seen as the ✨quiet sweet troubled girl✨ in David’s eyes and Max is Max.

They do end up having a partners in crime dynamic, specifically after parents day when he sees only her best friend came even its a PARENTS day. Which makes their dynamic more like a big sister and little brother, in the way ACTUAL siblings act.

12. Nerf

Hates how he physically bullies the other campers, in a way that isn’t entertaining to her.

13. Quarter master

Like the rest of the campers she thinks he’s INCREDIBLY weird even though shes used to supernatural elements so thats saying a lot.

14. Cameron Campbell

Hates him the same amount as the others.

15. The wood scouts

Has to restrain herself from making Edward join the one eye club eveytime she meets him, along with his posey but I forget if Snake has a damaged eye or no eye at all.

16. The flower scouts

Hates them the most and thinks they’re absolutely insufferable. Sasha reminds her of her mother especially and overall would pick a fight with them if she wasn’t literally held down BY THE LAW.

Thats it on this, I’m cringe but I’m free ~☆

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mistninja · 8 months

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When you get back online after watching opla PLEASE tell me your thoughts!!

OKAY SO. I have now watched two episodes and i have so much to say (long rambling post ahead, sorry)

Iñaqui is perfect. I was worried that he would not live up to the hype but he does. He captures luffy perfectly and manages to adapt luffy's personality to the new medium / the tone of the show. He is not just copying luffy, if that makes sense. Hes funny and silly and clearly having a great time which is exactly why he is the best possible casting. He just makes me smile so hard (btw my friend said he was his favorite character hehe)

I love Zoro, I wish he would smile more/be sillier but I think his sense of humor in the show works. I hope we see him call out some of his moves eventually, like, Get over youself and be silly!!!! But i love the actor and I loooove the zoro/luffy dynamic so far. I do have to say that i have mixed feelings about the change to Zoro joining the crew, i have always loved the moment when he calls luffy captain at shells town, but whatever its fine

(((Zolu shippers keep winning tho. i went insane over the "he believes in himself" bit)))

Nami.... im still not sold on the actress, she feels a bit stiff sometimes, but its better than what i was expecting based on the trailers. Not a fan of turning Nami into the "older sister" character :/ but im not surprised that they went with that angle. LOVED to see her fight alongside luffy and zoro, it is something that i wish we could see more of in the manga/anime. I love that they give her a lot more to do and we see her actually lock picks and be a thief! Im hopeful for the rest of the season and cant wait to see how they did Arlong Park. I really enjoyed her scene with Zoro when they are captured by Buggy, again i really miss seeing them interact in the original so it was nice

And that leads us to BUGGY. oh boy. I do like the costuming and his crew looked amazing, but hes too edgy for my taste. Maybe the actor is taking himself too seriously? Idk maybe i should reread the orange town chapters but i dont think buggy was ever this threatening and scary... he still had some goofy moments tho, so im hoping that as the show progresses he will be more like the buggy we know and love. My friend liked him a lot so ig it might have been the right call in order to bring in new fans.

I liked how they changed Alvida! It was totally the best way to handle her character (also, the actress is so hot, no one would have believed it if they called her ugy lol). I dont see why they took away Kobys big moment :/ I think it was a great disservice to his character

So far, I like the way they are condensing the plot. Obviously they would have to cut a lot, so im okay with how they are doing it. Orange Town felt a little rushed to me, but its okay.

LETS TALK ABOUT MR 7 THO. I fucking gasped. Did everyone already know that mr 7 was going to be on this? Cuz i didnt. It was such a good fight and i loved that they added that, they are clearly confident on getting a second season which makes ME more confident too. God i really hope we get Baroque Works.

The sets look amazing, i love the transponder snails SO MUCH, the fights are really cool and the CGI looks so good. The Devil Fruit looked too fake but eh, thats just a nitpick. The costumes are a mixed bag. I know namis orange skirt with the rings on the side is iconic but i think the actress looked silly with that outfit lol.

Okay im done HAHA sorry im going a bit insane. TLDR: I love it, im having a blast, i dont like some details here and there but im extremely positive about the show and cant wait to see the rest :)))) What did you think????

#twist 💞#asks #i was smiling and laughing and trembling with emotion the entire time. almost cried when shanks gave luffy his hat #i had so much fun #my friend also liked it so thats a bonus #i will watch the first episodes again with my family this weekend #but i want to keep watching with my friend so it will probably take me a couple weeks to watch all of it

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Mathew Baynton: ‘I’ve never done any Shakespeare – although I’ve played the man himself’

Best known as part of the troupe behind hit TV series Horrible Histories and Ghosts, Mathew Baynton tells Fergus Morgan about returning to the stage – in the RSC’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream – and how his Bottom will be sweet and sincere

Actor and writer Mathew Baynton will be familiar to most from his screen roles – as Deano in Gavin and Stacey, Simon in Peep Show and as lovelorn 19th-century poet Thomas Thorne in BBC One’s much-loved and recently concluded sitcom Ghosts. In fact, television has taken up most of Baynton’s time lately. When he steps on stage as Bottom in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s new production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream later this month, it will be his first theatrical role in more than a decade.

“I never made a conscious decision to do less theatre,” Baynton says. “There has been stuff that never worked out, some near misses that didn’t happen and it ended up being 10 years. I love Shakespeare but I’ve never had the chance to do any, although I’ve played the man himself a couple of times. I have had that Uncle Monty realisation from Withnail and I that I will never play Romeo or Hamlet, but there are loads of great Shakespeare roles that I want to do, such as this one.”

Born in 1980, Baynton grew up in Southend-on-Sea. He was “comedy obsessed” as a child – “I used to have everything from Blackadder to French and Saunders on VHS,” he remembers – then became interested in the physical theatre comedy of troupes such as Peepolykus and Spymonkey. He completed a degree in directing at Rose Bruford College, then travelled to Paris to train at the prestigious Ecole Philippe Gaulier school.

In 2009, he collaborated with five other comedians – Simon Farnaby, Martha Howe-Douglas, Jim Howick, Laurence Rickard and Ben Willbond – on the CBBC sketch show Horrible Histories. The six of them subsequently formed the collective Them There, and went on to create the series Yonderland and Ghosts. Baynton also co-wrote the 2013 comedy The Wrong Mans with James Corden, and stars in recent blockbuster Wonka as a conniving chocolatier. He lives in London with his wife and children.

“Every influence I’ve ever had is in there somewhere,” Baynton says, when asked about his approach to comedy. “In some ways, though, the older I get, the more I think that being funny is almost innate. It feels like a rarer quality than any other. It is hard to teach someone who has no funny bones to be funny. Ultimately, I just like collaborating in a room with like-minded people, trying to make stuff funnier and better. It feels natural to me. It feels not dissimilar to playing in a band.”

What production made you fall in love with theatre?

I had a wonderful theatre studies teacher called Mr Valencia, who borrowed the school minibus and drove us into London to see shows. He took us to some absolute crackers. One that stands out in particular is Complicité’s The Street of Crocodiles. That blew my mind.

What are you finding inspiring at the moment?

I’m an avid consumer of all kinds of art. I like discovering new things. I don’t get to the theatre as much as I’d like to, though. The most amazing show I saw recently was Accidental Death of an Anarchist starring Daniel Rigby and written by Tom Basden. That was completely inspiring.

What do you wish you could change about the performing arts industry?

Firstly, tickets are way too expensive. Secondly, access to our industries is really difficult. We lose an awful lot of voices that would enrich our industry because they can’t afford a career in the arts.

What is the worst thing that has happened to you on stage?

I can’t think of anything off the top of my head. On television, you can corpse and do another take. On stage, there is that hot panic when you realise you can’t hold on. I don’t think it will matter too much if that happens in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It would be different if I was playing Macbeth.

What is the best thing that has happened to you on stage?

I’m lucky that I have been able to work with some of my heroes. To pick a recent example, on the first day of shooting for Wonka, I was in a green room at St Paul’s Cathedral with Rowan Atkinson. I was sat there with Blackadder. That was a pinch-me moment.

What role do you really want to play?

There are loads. I’m hungry to do lots of stuff, not just comedy. I’d love to play Malvolio one day. I was asked this question on the red carpet for Wonka, and I said that I would love to play Jack Skellington if they ever did a stage adaptation of the Tim Burton film The Nightmare Before Christmas.

What projects are you involved in at the moment?

I’m playing Bottom with the Royal Shakespeare Company until the end of March. My Bottom does have some similarities to Thomas in Ghosts. I look a lot like him, I suppose, and I’m playing him with sincerity, too. Bottom is just really, really keen on putting on a show and there is something sweet and interesting about that.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon from January 30 to March 30: rsc.org.uk

#mathew baynton #mat baynton #the stage #a midsummer night's dream #a midsummer nights dream #amnd #another lovely read #plus a new photo!! will have to check out their social media & a possible website for hopefully more #rj: interview #rj: mathew baynton #rj: the stage #rj: a midsummer night's dream #rj: 2024

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Obscure Christmas Movie Rewatch: Mrs Santa Claus

Are you looking for a feminist, multicultural, pro-union movie to watch this Christmas? Then Mrs Santa Claus is for you!

Not only does it star the late great Angela Lansbury, it features some catchy showtunes composed by Broadway great Jerry Herman, choreography by musical stalwart Rob Marshall, and costumes by the legendary Bob Mackie.

The story behind this one is also pretty interesting! According to this retrospective on Dame Angela Lansbury (RIP), much like she was a champion for older actors to guest star on Murder She Wrote to keep their SAG cards, she was also the driving force behind this tv movie in order to honour her friend Jerry Herman. While he’d had great success as a lyricist and composer for such seminal Broadway shows such as Hello Dolly!, La Cage Aux Folles, and Mame (the latter staring Lansbury), he was diagnosed as HIV positive in 1985 and by the mid-90′s needed a project to focus on. Enter Lansbury stage left, who had a deal with CBS for a number of tv specials, and pitched this film together with Herman.

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Here’s the perfectly simple premise: It’s seven days until Christmas and the magnanimous Mrs Anna Claus sends all the elves home since they’ve finished the toys early. She also tries to improve Santa’s navigational route and wants to help him with his mail, but is utterly underappreciated by her husband (Charles Durning).

Lansbury brings her distinctive voice to her pleasant I Want song - “I've been manning the business and planning each holiday plan/And I'm tired of being the shadow behind the great man”.

She takes the sleigh and reindeer, but due to bad weather emergency lands in New York City, meeting Italian stable boy Marcello (David Norona) who shows her the immigrant melting pot via the song and dance number Avenue A (well, the Italian-Irish-Jewish pot at least). There’s tap and joyous dancing, all culminating in a Consider Yourself-esque street celebration extolling the “great kaleidoscope called Avenue A.”

There's also a cameo from Jerry Herman, suitably playing a piano.

We meet Sadie (Debra Wiseman), a young Jewish woman and Suffragette, with whom Marcello is in love with from afar, Sadie’s mother Mrs Lowenstein (Rosalind Harris, who memorably played Tzeitel in Fiddler on the Roof) who fears the police after fleeing pogroms in Europe, local gossips Mrs Shaughnessy and Mrs Brandenheim, and Nora (Lynsey Bartilson), a young Irish girl who works at child labor factory Tavish Toys. Nora's Irish accent is...look, I'm not here to rag on child actors. She tried her best.

Our villain is Augustus P Tavish, played by Broadway veteran Terrence Mann, crooning that his toys “Only have to last till Christmas.” If you want to hear his voice used to full effect however, check out the original Broadway cast recordings of Cats (Rum Tum Tugger), Beauty and the Beast (The Beast, particularly If I Can’t Love Her), and The Scarlet Pimpernel (Chauvelin, particularly Falcon in the Dive).

Mann is delightfully hammy in the role, in spats and spinning a cane, delivering every line on pitch as if it’s a song. It's CAMP and I love it. The movie's worth it for his dulcet tones alone.

Mrs Claus (taking the name Mrs North), is employed at Tavish Toys as a supervisor, singing and dancing around the factory floor, improving morale but aghast at the working conditions and poor quality of the toys.

Meanwhile, back at the North Pole, Santa only notices his wife is missing because his cocoa hasn’t been made right (ugh). It’s up to head elf (there’s always a head elf) Arvo is tell Santa she’s gone and deliver Santa some home truths.

Arvo is played by Michael Jeter, one of those delightful character actors with so many credits it’s impossible to identify where you would know him from (for me it’s Father Ignatius in Sister Act 2).

Santa bemoans that he can’t bear to think of Anna about her out there “alone and helpless.” Smash cut to:

What is it about Victorian/Edwardian garb that just feels like Christmas?

Sadie is literally on her soapbox (a manifestation of the trope), and Anna asks her advice about industrial action for the factory. In return, she gives Sadie advice for persuading other women to her cause, utilising the soft power of persuasion rather than shouting slogans. They go a recruiting through song, culminating in a suffragette march where they are joined by Nora, Mrs Shaughnessy, Mrs Brandenheim, and Marcello. I really like this one! It’s uplifting and upbeat, if a sanitised depiction of the struggle for women’s suffrage.

It musically echoes the opening number Mrs Santa Claus, even repeating lines that Anna sung for herself, now applied the the community of women who have embraced her: "We've planned our strategy and our flag is unfurled/For we have gifts of our own to offer the world."

Anna and Nora bond over missing the people they love - Anna her husband, and Nora her mother and little brother who are still back in Ireland (her father is working double shifts to raise the money to bring them over). It’s time for another song and dance number, Whistle - a tribute to vaudeville. This one is a bit overlong and unnecessary, the kind of number that works on stage post-intermission to ease the audience back in, but isn’t needed onscreen.

At the North Pole, Arvo and the Elves try to cheer Santa up by dancing to the tune of We Need a Little Christmas (first composed by Herman for Mame), but he remains sullen. Honestly, this Santa really sucks. He bemoans his predicament, and Arvo has to prod him to write down what his wife means to him. Of course he does it through song, promising to change but it’s a very shallow mea culpa.

Meanwhile Anna plays matchmaker, setting up local policeman Officer Doyle and Mrs Lowenstein, overcoming her fears when Doyle assures her he won’t be taking Sadie away for exercising her free speech. Mrs Lowenstein finally unpacks the bag she’s always kept ready in case they needed to flee again, including her grandmother’s silver candlestick - the matching one being lost when they fled the old country.

Marcello invites Sadie to the Policeman’s Ball, and they sing We Don’t Go Together At All, a pretty song I unapologetically love. However it does end with a trope I absolutely hate - where Marcello taps his cheek but when Sadie moves in to kiss it, he turns his head so she kisses him on the lips. It’s all played very sweet, but probably not something you’d see if the movie was made today.

At Tavish Toys, Anna leads the kids in a work slow down, and then a city-wide strike and boycott. Because this is fantasy world, this immediately leads to the mayor declaring that no child will again work under such conditions, and a call for child labor laws. I think its no coincidence that this passion project of Lansbury's deals with issues such as women's and worker's rights - however santitised. We must assume the elves have union benefits back at the North Pole!

At the policeman’s ball, Mrs North gets to wear this absolutely banger outfit, and gets toasted as “the Mrs Santa Claus of Avenue A.” Lansbury was 71 when she played this role, and all credit to Bob Mackie for dressing her not only with a stylish vibrancy in the earlier scenes, but putting her in a gown like this and going for glamour rather than the dowdy Mrs Claus cliche.

You may also recognise Nora’s outfit recycled from A Little Princess.

I also appreciate that Sadie hasn’t been overtly softened in her relationship with Marcello - she’s the one who gives the speech, engaging in some self-deprecation in decrying herself “the biggest mouth on Avenue A” and wearing a beautiful dress, but not torn down or diminished because of her activism - but rather celebrated and validated by the very people who used to deride her. She's learned the art of pitching your message to the audience rather than riding roughshod over them, but isn't any less of an activist.

But while Anna has finally been given the recognition and appreciation she’s craved, for some reason she misses her dropkick of a husband. “He Needs Me” is a nice song but undercuts the message a bit as she decides that “I need him much more”. You really don't Anna, go that extra step and stage a Santa coup - you deserve more than playing second fiddle to a dude who took two days to even notice you were gone!

She hurries back to the reindeer but is prevented from returning by Tavish, who has implausibly figured out who she is, and wants to stop Christmas so people will have no choice to buy toys from him again. It’s neatly and swiftly resolved by her recalling that as a boy the toy bear he’d received from Santa was stolen by his brother, and Mrs Claus gives him another one. Okay then.

Meanwhile, Santa is still sulking over his bad cocoa. WHY DON’T YOU TRY AND FIND HER YOU USELESS SACK OF SHIT?!? AREN’T YOU OMNIPOTENT? GET OFF YOUR ARSE AND DO SOMETHING!

This is a real false note for me - yes Anna has the sleigh and reindeer, but there is no way out of the North Pole other than that? He just sits and waits for her to come home - I suppose this gives her the agency, but it does feel like she is ready to return to her old life of being unappreciated, instead of going home to demand that he treat her right.

However Santa is slightly redeemed in that he declares that he will use her new navigation route, and also that she can join him in the present delivery duties. She also gets a new cape.

In New York, her friends also get their heart’s desire - Mrs Lowenstein her grandmother’s missing candlestick, Sadie and Marcello each other, and Nora the arrival of her mother and baby brother.

Overall I think this mostly holds up and deserves to be in the Christmas movie rotation. It’s a very female-focused piece - Mrs Claus is in the role of guardian angel, improving the lives of everyone she meets, but her solidarity is with Nora and worker’s rights, Sadie and women’s suffrage, and Mrs Lowenstein and her generational trauma.

It’s a charming little musical with a quintessential performance by Angela Lansbury and a nice parting message:

“As long as you love one another/You’ll have the best Christmas of all.”

#obscure christmas movie rewatch #christmas #christmas movies #mrs santa claus #angela lansbury #rewatch #movie musicals #jlf posts #jlf rewatch

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Phantom of the Opera: Part 4: FINAL

(Technoblade x Reader x Wilbur)

HEAVY NSFW WARNING AT THE END! FEEL FREE TO SKIP!

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It was the night of the premiere of The Phantom’s opera, the orchestra was tuning all their instruments, and Phil was having the ballet dancers stretch and rehearse one last time before the performance. From outside the chief officer was standing in front of Wilbur, Schlatt, and Quackity observing and supervising the proceedings. Inside there was a hidden marksman in box five with a trigger happy finger.

The chief officer, whose name was Sapnap, continued talking to his subordinates, “when you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I’ll then instruct you to secure the doors. All doors must be properly secured…” he continued and Quackity turned to Schlatt suddenly feeling nauseous,

“Are we doing the right thing, Schlatt?”

“You’ve got a better idea”

Sapnap then turned to Wilbur, “am I okay to give the order Soot?”

“Give the order.”

He grinned and the chief blew into his whistle, his men fanned out leaving Schlatt, Quackity, and Wilbur standing there. Wilbur walked inside to where the hidden marksman was and looked at him, “Remember when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to-but shoot to kill.” The marksman couldn’t have been older than Tommy and Ranboo, but he was said to have perfect aim,

“How will I know…sir?”

“You’ll know.”

“Señor Soot, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing?” Quackity asked nervously finding Wilbur, Schlatt as always was at his side.

“Don’t worry Quackity. I have this all under control. Sapnap!” He called and the man looked up at him in Box Five, “Updates?”

“My men are now in position, sir.”

“Go ahead, then.”

The whistle was blown once more and the doors were double-checked and they were perfectly secure. There was a long silence where even the orchestra didn’t dare play, the silence was broken a few minutes later by none other than the Phantom.

“I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera.”

Chaos struck as the officers began to rush in the direction of the voice, "I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera.” He seemed to muse from another part of the room, and it continues to happen the voice bouncing around from corner to corner until it was heard from behind the curtain on center stage. The marksman gathered his courage and fired a shot into the curtains, Wilbur rounded on the boy furiously.

“Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the time comes!”

“But, Mr. Soot-”

“No "buts!"

"For once, Monsieur Soot is right.” The Phantom’s voice echoed from atop of the chandelier once more, “Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke's wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera begin!” He hissed and the lights in the opera house cut off, the show was about to begin. The set of the final scene of the Phantom’s Opera was set, and so far everyone played their parts splendidly. There is a huge hall with an arch, behind the arch, there were curtains and a bed. A fine table was set for two. There is a crowd of sixteenth-century ruffians and hoydens, who were proud of their master's reputation as a libertine. The chorus began to sing,

“Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans, and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!”

George's fiancè played, Don Juan, the lead male in the show, the short man puffed out his chest, “faithful friend, once again recite the plan.”

“Your young guest believes I'm you -I, the master, you, the man.” The actor who played Passarino began with a hum.

Don Juan continued, “When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine.”

“You come home! I use your voice -slam the door like the crack of doom!”

“I shall say: "come -hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course -my room!"

“Poor thing hasn't got a chance!” Passarino chuckled darkly as the actor playing Don Juan handed his outfit to the man.

“Here's my hat, my cloak, and sword. Conquest is assured if I do not forget myself and laugh.” Don Juan’s actor puts on Passarino’s cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. As your voice approaches singingly happily in the distance, George's husband feels something tight against his neck. Before he can even scream he is hung, and the last face he is greeted with is the mask of the Phantom.

“No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!" You called happily from offstage,

“Master?” Passarino called helplessly,

“Passarino -go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey.” Techno’s voice responded, the actor leaves and you enter none the wiser of the predicament. You take off your cloak and sit down happily on one of the plush chairs, you glance around and see no one. You grin taking an apple from the table and biting into it, suddenly your heart jumps seeing Don Juan, or someone who looks like him, enter the stage.

“You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you've already succumbed to me and dropped all defenses. Completely succumbed to me now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" -no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold -what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.” He sang, his voice echoing beautifully off the walls of the theatre, you blinked a few times before singing back in response,

“You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent -and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right or wrong -one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?” Your voice crescendoed as Technoblade joined in your singing, your voices mixed strikingly well together, “Past the point of no return the final threshold -the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return.”

You weren’t stupid you realized almost immediately that the man before you was none other than Technoblade and by the rustling, in the audience, the police realized it as well.

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude.” Techno held out a silver ring while pulling you close, he gently placed it on your finger, “Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too -(Y/n) that's all I ask of YOU.” Technoblade screamed the last word as you ripped the mask from his face, revealing his scars to the entire audience. They scream in horror as Techno sweeps his cloak around you and you vanish from you, you faintly heard Tommy’s screams in the distance, George's husband had been discovered.

“You're a good actor.” You whisper to Techno as you both rush through the crypt below the opera house, you heard him chuckle from in front of you.

“Why would you think anything else my Siren?”

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Everyone rushed onto the stage as soon as Tommy shrieked, George arrived first,

“What is it? What has happened?” He screamed next tumbling back into Schlatt’s arms,

“Oh, my fucking God. My god, we’re fucking ruined.”

“My husband’s dead and that’s all you can think about!” George shrieked in pure fury, meanwhile, Phil grabbed onto Wilbur’s arm and pulled him away from the pandemonium.

“Soot come with me!” Phil led Wilbur back into the inner workings backstage, “I know where they are.”

“But can I trust you?” Wilbur asked raising a brow but Phil only shushed him, something was swimming in Phil’s eyes like he somehow knew what was really going on here.

“You must. But remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes!” Phil held his hand up to demonstrate,

“But why?”

Phil had the gall to laugh at him “Why? The Punjab lasso, Soot. First Dream. Now George's husband…”

Tommy appeared out of the darkness beside him, “Like this. I'll come with you Wilbur.”

“No, Tommy! No, you stay here!” Phil hissed grabbing the boy's arm he grits his teeth and frowned, “Come with me. Hurry, or we shall be too late.”

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Techno and yourself were back down into his beautifully lit dungeon, it was a bit messier than you recalled however you raised a brow at him. He flushed under your gaze, “I don’t take breakups well…” He muttered under his breath almost frantically trying to collect his stray clothes and blankets. You giggled,

“Hey, it’s alright. Why…why do you stay here anyway?” You asked carefully and he fidgeted with the blanket in his hands.

“I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place…Not for any mortal sin, but for…you know…” He gestured to his mask and you frowned, “I’m horrific.”

“You’re hardly horrific.” He flushed pink at your words and waved you off, both you and Techno’s head snapped in the direction of what seemed to be a mob of voices, all chanting the same thing:

“Track down this murderer! He must be found!”

“Fuck…” Techno hissed his eloquence seemed to be forgotten as his pupils shrunk in panic, “you know…before you…my Siren I was met with hatred by everyone, everywhere I went with no compassion.” He took your hands within your own and squeezed them tightly,

“I know.” You spoke tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips, they were chapped and he let out the sweetest whimper against your own. “I know, Wilbur and I will take care of you. Just play along my angel, there are eyes everywhere.”

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Wilbur and Phil ran down the steps of the cavern, their hands up and above the level of their eyes. Rat’s scurried across their feet and Phil grunted in displeasure,

“It’s always rats. Why can’t it be crows, I much prefer crows…” He said to no one in particular. They came upon a lake and Phil stopped turning to Wilbur, “He lives across the lake. This is as far as I dare go. Tommy…he needs his father.” Phil began to trail off and Wilbur only smiled,

“Phil. Thank you.”

“Protect them.” Phil swallowed grabbing onto Wilbur’s shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze, Wilbur understood that Phil knew all along. He nodded slightly as Phil departed back up the stone steps and out of sight. He heard him faintly talking to the mob, he had to work fast, he tossed his coat to the side and jumped into the water.

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You gently led him over to the bed and had him sit down on it, you slowly undid the braid from his hair letting it spill gracefully over his shoulders. Your fingers trailed his scalp and he groaned in pleasure as you began to work your fingers through the knots and tangles. “You know everything I say is going to be for dramatics yeah, in a few minutes I’m going to spit venom at you. So it can look like Wilbur and I put up a fight.”

“I know my dear.”

“It’s gonna hurt your feelings.”

“I’ll deal with a few hurt feelings if I get an eternity with you.” He turned to look at you, his mask rested on the bed and your fingers moved to trace the scars. Techno let out a shaky breath and leaned that side of his face into your hands. You felt your cheeks warm,

“You have to share remember that.” Techno only grunted giving a slight nod of his head in response. “Techno…” You warned,

“I know, I know.”

Once more the mob grew in volume and you heard Wilbur call both of your names, it was time for the show to begin. Technoblade groaned unpleasantly reaching for his mask and securing it back on his face, “Alright darling let me have it. Put on your best permanence yet.” You smiled pulling him over to the entrance of his lair, he grabbed your arm harshly his lips morphing into a horrid snarl.

“Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?” Your shrieks bounced off the walls of the cavern. “Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh!”

The Phantom only grunted in displeasure, “That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face -the infection which poisons our love. This face earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.” Technoblade reached out and pulled a veil from his table and placed it on your head, “Pity comes too late -turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this!" He pointed to his face. "before your eyes!” He brought you close, so close your chests were almost touching,

“This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.” You snarled as the Phantom’s face lit up with delight, Wilbur crawled out of the water and was holding tightly onto the portcullis. It blocked him from getting to you and the Phantom,

“My dear it looks like we have guests! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now my wish comes true -you have truly made my night!” Wilbur hissed grasping onto the gate so hard his knuckles were turning white,

“Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?” He pleaded and Techno rolled his entire head, looking over at you with a bored expression,

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.”

“Wil it’s useless…”

“I love her! Doesn’t that count for something! I love her! Show some compassion!”

It had been the angriest you’ve ever seen Techno, his red eyes flashing with pain and anger, “The world showed no compassion to me!”

Wilbur whimpered, “Just let me see her…”

“Ha! Be my guest, sir.” Techno sneered waving his hand as the fence began to rise and Wilbur entered, as soon as he was inside the gate snapped shut again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the flickers of the mob's torches, he gave Techno a subtle nod, “I bid you welcome! Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He cackled taking the lasso of death and wrapping it tightly around Wilbur’s neck. The end of the rope was hung in the air, Wilbur let out a choked gasp grabbing at the rope that was now holding him suspended. “Order your horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now -except perhaps (Y/n)…” The Phantom turned to her with an elated grin, “Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!” Technoblade growled throwing his hands out to the sides for dramatic flair his cape spilling around him in the water. His pupils were small pinpricks as he grinned at you, his tusks bare and deadly, waiting to snap you up in his jaws.

“The tears I have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate.” You spat out making a move to run to Wilbur but the Phantom only tutted childishly,

“(Y/n) forgive me please forgive me. I did it all for you, and all for nothing. Either way, you choose, he has to win.”

Techno snorted in pure sadistic glee, “So my Siren, do you end your days with me, or do you send this trash to his own grave?”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Wilbur spat through a cry struggling for a breath,

“Angel of Music…” You pleaded as Wilbur’s eyes widened,

“For pity's sake, (Y/n), say no!”

“Why this torment? When will you see reason?”

“His life is now the prize which you must earn! You try my patience Siren! Make your choice!” You go small as Techno screamed at you, thinking about the life you’ve lived these past months. You slowly make your way into the water towards the Phantom and Wilbur before murmuring,

“Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? God give me the courage to show you, you are not alone…” Techno looks at her, seemingly genuinely confused snapping out of his character for a moment. You looked so brave, so strong and calm, and before he could blink you pull his collar and pull him in for a deep kiss. It was a long kiss, not just a fond peck he was used to from you all those months ago, Techno felt all the love you held for him at that moment, how beautiful you thought he was. Techno had never felt so much adoration and love in his life.

Meanwhile, Wilbur makes a noise of discontent, this wasn’t in his plan. Especially because he was still choking! Technoblade pulls away and stares at you with a bewildered expression, he moved quickly, grabbing a candle from shore and holding it above Wilbur’s head. The rope falls harmlessly into the water and he watched Wilbur fall into your arms. All three of you turned to the voices of the mob they were now clearly visible

“Track down this murderer -he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to the ground! For too long he's preyed on us -but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below.”

Another voice cut into the crowd, “Over here! The murdering boar is over here! Revenge for Dream! This creature must never go free.”

Techno swallowed, the finale of their performance was upon them, “Take her. Forget me. Forget all of this. Leave me alone. Forget all you've seen. Go now! Don't let them find you! Take the boat! Leave me here. Go now, don't wait. Just take her and go…before it's too late. Go. Go now -go now and leave me!” You and Wilbur book it towards the boat,

“(Y/n)? He’ll be fine the plan-” You pause listening to music start to flow from his lair, and you heard his haunting voice fill your ears,

“Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you…”

“Two seconds…Please I just…”

“Two seconds,” Wilbur grunted as you ran back to Technoblade he looked up at you in shock,

“You must go I’ll…I’ll be right behind I promise-” He grew startled as she pressed the ring he gave her into his hands, “(Y/n), I love you.” He whimpered,

“You said it yourself. You’re right behind us…” You assured looking back in the direction of Wilbur, “give it back when you find us. I must go.” You spoke pressing a kiss to the side of his face, before disappearing back to the boat. Technoblade left reaching a hand out to you, he flinched and spun around only to be greeted by a small blonde boy. Tommy, he was a ballet dancer…in his hands was his mask, how did he get ahold of that.

“Run. Through here.” Tommy urged motioning to a hidden door in his lair that he didn’t even know was there. Standing at the entrance of the door was his old friend,

“Phil…”

“Hurry mate. We don’t have time.”

—

Wilbur hugged the music box tight in his hands as the carriage bounced along the uneven roads of Paris. He adjusted the glasses on his face as it pulled up to his home, it was large, but then again it needed to be to house his family. Beautiful foliage ran up and down the old stone front of the house, it was quite beautiful in the spring, but now the leaves were deal and cold. He bid the carriage driver farewell and made his way to his front door, Phil smiled at him, a full head of grey was peaking out from under his bucket hat and he was feeding some of the crows by the feeder.

“Afternoon Wil.”

“Phil.” He greeted with a fond nod, “Any reason why you’re outside?”

“Your wife and her other husband are back at it again.”

Wilbur let out an audible groan, “again? They were supposed to wait.”

“Hey mate she’s the inconsolable one, and you’re the one who works, and Techno’s there. Let’s be honest he has better stamina than you too.” He pouted visibly and Phil only laughed, “That for her?” He motioned to the music box with his cane and Wilbur nodded, “oh mate no way…”

“From the opera house yeah, they both loved this thing so I figured there’s not a better way to celebrate our anniversary...well I did think of a better way but I suppose my little Songbird is impatient.”

"Oh gross.” His nose scrunched up, “You’re lucky I sent Tommy over to Ranboo’s.”

“And I very much-”

“Wilbur!” Your melodious laugh echoed from the bedroom window that was now open, the smile on your face was dazzling but he was more focused on your bare breasts hanging out the window. Phil let out a rancourous laugh, doubling over at the redness in Wilbur’s cheeks,

“(Y-Y/n) a shirt please!”

“Spoilsport.” Techno’s voice was next, as he came up to wrap his hands around your waist burying his face into your neck. You giggled watching as Wilbur huffed, it was always something between the two men, the competitiveness never went away. Especially now you all were trying to conceive a child, it was like a race who could get you pregnant first not that you minded. “Just get up here, she’s been whining for you all day.” Wilbur perked up at that,

“Go I’ll keep this safe.” Phil motioned to the music box as Wilbur practically shoved it in his arms, “Jesus man be a bit more gentle-”

“Sorry Phil duty calls!” Wilbur laughed practically running up the stairs untying his tie on the way up.

NSFW BEGINS

When he entered the room you were casually lying on the bed, a smile seemed to be permanently fixed upon your lips nowadays. The only thing covering you was the bed sheet’s and Techno lounged half-naked in the chair across from the bed. He had his pants on but they hung low on his hips exposing his V-line just the way he knew drove you crazy. Wilbur swallowed his eyes taking in every inch of exposed flesh on your body, he walked over as you beckoned him to stand by you.

“I told you she’s been asking for you all day,” Techno mused, “she’s been very bad. I told her it was a special day and everything, that we had to wait for her. She’s a brat though and caught me off guard.”

“You’re spoiling her.” Wilbur scolded with a scoff and Techno smirked,

“I live to please our lady wife.”

“Can you blame me for being excited?” You complained sitting up letting the covers fall around your body, showing it off for your boys. They both audibly swallowed, “It’s one of my favorite days of the year!” You opened your arms and before Wilbur could move Techno was already between your arms, head in between your breasts. You giggled as he tried to bury his head deep in between them much to Wilbur’s disdain. You gently pat his head and ran your fingers through his pink hair, it also had a few streaks of grey here and there.

“Spoiling.” Wilbur huffed pulling Techno away from you and both of you let out a whine of discontent, “plus it’s my turn.”

“Ass.”

“You literally are with her twenty-four-seven. You have no right to comPLAIN!” Wilbur squawked as you reached a hand in between his legs to cup his dick. His cheeks were cherry red as you looked up at him through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. “Hgn…fuck,” He panted as you continue to squeeze and drag your hand up his length. Meanwhile, Techno moved to settle behind you, his hands sliding up your sides till they reached your breasts. You moaned hotly as he placed his giant hands on them giving them a firm squeeze, just as you opened your mouth Wilbur bent to capture your lips within his own. He grabbed your hands and slowly dragged your hands away from his crotch and up under his shirt. You took the hint running your nails down his chest in the way you knew could get him squirming and you felt his breath hitch against your lips. You smiled in reply and Wilbur grumbled in response, his hands moving to the tops of your thighs squeezing them tightly and you tossed your head back in a groan.

“Good girl…” Techno mused letting his teeth graze the back of your neck, feeling you shiver in response. “Just relax and let us take care of you hm?” He watched as you nodded eagerly as Techno’s fingers moved away from your breasts and down your stomach.

“Look at her.” Wilbur let out a breathless laugh, as you let out a high-pitched whine once Techno found what exactly he was looking for, he gently rolled your clit between his fingers. “You like it when Techno touches you like that baby?” You could only moan in response squeezing your eyes shut tight, “need a vocal response.”

“God yes…” You panted feeling one of his big fingers slip into your folds, “ngk…” You bit your bottom lip between your teeth. You felt Techno’s chuckles vibrate against your back,

“None of that. Sing for us sweet, little Siren.” Another finger entered you and you let out a loud needy groan, “Fuck Wilbur she’s so wet for us.” You almost sobbed when he pulled his fingers out of you watching your slick drip down his fingers. With a whimper you watched Techno pull away from you completely only to stick his fingers in his mouth and lick around your wetness. “What should we do with her?”

“You did say she was bad today.”

“No please…” You whimpered grabbing Wilbur’s hand and placing it firmly on your chest, “I was good. I can be good. Please don’t stop.” Wilbur tutted fondly, the brat tamer that Techno was, was clearly rubbing off on your sweet husband.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t planning on stopping,” He mused kneading your breast between his hand, making sure to occasionally tweak your nipple. Wilbur found himself entranced in the way you would moan and practically rut against the bed. “Just deciding when to let you have your release, Techno?”

“Hm?” The man tilted his head to the side a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, “What do you think?”

“Oh? Asking my opinion are you, that’s new, usually, we’re at each other's throats for her attention.”

“Well, things change. She’s not in charge tonight.”

Oh no. They were working together now? You were fucked.

“Well since you’re asking so nicely, I say we make her get us off first. Then see if we have any stamina left and breed the shit out of her.” Techno took your chin in his hands as you let out a wanting moan at the promise. Techno looked over his shoulder at Wilbur to see him flushed,

“That’s not exactly fair-”

“You can still eat her out you freak.” Wilbur’s face reddened further and he cleared his throat, “no rules saying we can’t overstimulate her, speaking of…this all sound okay to you my siren?”

“Fuck yes!”

“And to get us to stop?” Wilbur hummed still red in the face, the color wouldn’t disappear for some time.

“Opera.”

“That’s our girl.”

Wilbur leaned forward to capture your lips within your own, “lean back now…” He purred as you laid flat on your back, “I’m going to devour you.” His breath fanned your face and you nodded rapidly once to notice Techno kneeling by your head. You felt his cool fingers brush hair out of your eyes, it was a contrast you valued against your heated skin. You twitched as Wilbur began to bite and kiss down your neck, to your collarbone, and then down your stomach.

“Imagine him doing that to you when you’re with child,” Techno practically groaned at the thought, your eyes fluttered back up to him only to see his cock aching to come out of his pants. “Fuck just the thought of that alone…you’re so beautiful.” He swallowed your lips with his own, tongue battling with your own for dominance. It was a fight you quickly lost when you felt Wilbur bite your inner thighs like a man starved for nothing but your flesh. You moaned into Techno’s mouth and his hands found their way to your chest once more, kneading your breasts softly between his hands. Almost as saying, pay attention to me, not to him, but you didn’t know if that was possible with the way Wilbur was now lapping at your slit. You groaned again your hands tangling in the mess that was Wilbur’s curls pulling him closer as you arched against his hot mouth. He moaned against your folds and you shouted with delight, his tongue only dove deeper pressing against all the right spots that made you scream. You came all too quickly when he brought his hand up and began to play with your already sensitive clit, you spilled all over his mouth and he was more than eager to clean you up.

“Delicious as always.” Wilbur panted popping up from between your thighs, face wet with your cum, and he kissed and marked each thigh as he always did.

“Hm…” You hummed fondly still drowsy from your unexpected high, you always forget how good Wilbur was with his tongue.

“Don’t fall asleep yet dearest,” Techno grunted, “It’s my turn.” You could only nod as he moved you up off the bed and onto your knees. Your eyes locked with Techno’s as he sat in front of you, your nails scraped at his clothed thighs,

“Take them off?” You asked with a pout, he raised a stern brow, “please.”

“That’s better.” He mused sliding off his pants and underwear with it leaving him completely naked, Wilbur let out a grunt sitting himself down in the large armchair in the room. You couldn’t remember when he shed his pants but he held his erect dick in one hand already pumping it slowly.

The little voyeur.

“Hey look at me not him. You know he likes it better when you pretend he’s not here,” Techno grunted and you snapped your attention back to Techno, his cock was bigger than Wilbur’s was, long and thick already red, and begging for your hot mouth. You smiled sweet and innocent in the way Techno liked it, your nails made little red trails down his now bare thighs. “God darling…look at you. Let’s see what else that mouth can other than sing,” He gently guided your mouth to his cock, and you opened wide. He was always difficult to take, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him. The groan he let out was insatiable, you looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head, “come on you can take more than that.” He growled hotly, hands digging into your scalp urging you forward. You choked a little but you were able to swallow him further your nose almost brushing against his pelvis. “God…Fuck your mouth is so hot and wet…so good- SHIT.” He shouted as you moved your tongue just enough to trace the thick purple vein on the underside of his shaft, “Oh you little slut- ngk-” His eyes fluttered again when you moaned against his member at the name, “Yeah you like being degraded huh? That’s an n-new one-fuck-I know how well that mouth can stretch. Especially when you’re hitting those high notes, so fucking take me whore.” He began to ruthlessly fuck your mouth as you practically gushed around the air, you were sure you were ruining the carpet beneath you. He was right you were able to take him fully, your nose slamming against his pelvis, chin hitting his balls as you choked and drooled around his cock. Before you knew it you heard him groan your name and he was shooting down your throat, “don’t…” He panted, “waste it, not a drop.” He commanded as you swallowed around him pulling away, you opened your mouth to show all of his cum was gone and in your stomach. Wilbur seemed to come next with a small whimper and shout, you laughed breathlessly, every one of you was covered in sweat and cum. You felt Techno lift you into his lap and held you tightly, “You’re…so good, so beautiful my sweet Siren.” You preened at the praise littering his face with ticklish kisses,

“Thank you, baby. Now, who wants to fuck me. I’m aching…” You groaned grinding yourself down on the erection that was still prominent in Techno’s lap. “I’m so needy for both your cocks please…”

“Need a minute Songbird, Techno can start…” Wilbur waved his hand wearily from the chair, his hair was sticking up in all directions. “I’ll finish with you,” Techno grinned cheekily,

“That’s if I don’t break her, right sweet thing?” He teased fingers already finding their home inside of you. You groaned hotly grinding down on his fingers, bouncing eagerly wishing it was his cock buried inside you instead of his thick fingers. “Aw look at you go,” He mused licking his upper lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was lust-filled and hot. “Lay down, legs up, I’m gonna breed you until your bursting with my cum.” You moaned so loud you thought the neighbors might hear you, you spread your legs wide as Techno settled in between them. He gently lifted your hips into the air just slightly, so all his cum could slide inside you and you wouldn’t lose a single drop. “Good?”

“Just fuck me, please. Knock me up, my angel, FUCK-” You shouted as he was suddenly sheathed inside you, pupils blown wide as saucers,

“God, don’t say shit like that, I won’t be able to hold back.” He moaned as you rolled your hips,

“Don’t say what? That I want your kids? That I want you to cum so deep inside me there’s not a chance in hell I won’t walk away from this carrying at least two of your children? Don’t you want to be a daddy?” You moaned heatedly as Technoblade grabbed onto your hips, crescent marks of his nails dug into the skin there.

“You asked for it baby, don’t blame me if I fuck you so dumb you can’t even talk.” He grunted pulling out of you before slamming back against you, he went again and again the bed was rocking back and forth slamming against the wall. You were a mess, tears streamed down your cheeks as Techno snarled at you beneath him. His hands went from breast to breast squeezing them so tight you thought they might bruise, “Fuck imagining these swelling with milk is my dream. God, you’re gonna look so good carrying my kid, Fuck.” Techno hissed against your lips, and you groaned white-knuckling the sheets beneath you bucking up to try to match his brutal pace. He glanced down only to see the outline of his cock in your stomach, he almost came right there but what really did him in was what you screamed next,

“I wanna be a mommy for you Techno please give me a baby!”

“FUCK (y/n)!” He groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck as he came, you clenched around him at the same time making you both hit your peak simultaneously. He stayed inside you until he was sure he was done and that there was no chance you’d waste a single drop of his seed.

“I love…you…” He mumbled against your cheek,

“I love you too my beautiful angel.” You swallowed feeling him leave you and flop down on the bed beside you, “You alright?”

“Am I alright? I’m fucking amazing,” He glanced over at your slightly distended stomach his hand hovering over it, “god look at that you’re really full huh?”

“Hmhm…all cause of you.”

“All because of me.” He repeated hotly, groaning again against the pillows,

“you still think you can take Wilbur.”

“Hmhm.”

“You’re amazing.”

“I know.”

Wilbur was hovering over you kissing you softly and sweetly, a completely different tone from Techno’s hot, lustful stance. Wilbur was always gently, his thumbs rubbed circles fondly into your sore sides. “Ride me?” He pulled away to ask breathlessly, “Let’s make love yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nodded eyes shining fondly, he flipped you over so you were on top of him a boyish grin on his lips. You hummed sweetly running your hands down his chest, he was built nicely and you loved his little happy trail of brown and grey hair leading to his dick. Although it wasn’t as long or as thick as Techno’s he was still well endowed and had a lovely curve to it that you couldn’t resist. Especially when it was able to hit your g-spot so right, it’s like it molded perfectly to your pussy. “Ready?”

“Oh fuck yeah.” You giggled at his response and sat yourself down on his dick, you both groaned, yours from oversensitivity and Wilbur’s from how tight you were squeezing him. You were already slick and wet enough from your own arousal and Techno’s cum, “How’re you still so tight?” He moaned hands finding their way to your ass as you began to roll your hips in sync with his own. There was no need to rush towards either of your climaxes, he very much enjoyed watching you come apart at your own pace, hypnotized by the way your breast bounced with every roll of your body.'

“I was made perfectly for you is all,” You teased, before groaning loudly, “Yeah right there baby.” You urged angeling yourself so Wilbur would constantly hit that spongy part of you, “fuck yeah…” You panted eyes squeezing shut, Wilbur ever the gentleman, moved his hand from your ass to play with your clit. It only made you roll your hips faster chasing your own release quicker, “Wilbur…Wil…Wilby…” You panted tongue hanging out of your mouth like a dog in heat, “need you so bad.”

“I’m right here baby what do you need?”

“Hm…want your cum. Want it to paint my insides.”

“Your wish is my command.” He licked his lips and began fucking up into you at a quicker pace, his hands squeezing your breasts, he leaned up and you groaned even louder at the new angle. He wrapped his lips around your breast covering them with bruises one by one before latching onto your nipple and sucking. You groaned,

“Yeah baby, just like that keep going. Bet you can’t wait to suck on these when they’re swollen with milk huh?” You felt him twitch inside you and you clenched around him, he moaned against your nipple, “If you’re a good boy you can have a taste-AH!” You squealed as Wilbur spilled inside of you without warning, his hot seed mixing with Technos.

“S-shit sorry,” He whined with a wince, “That was too good of an imagine…”

“It’s fine Wilbur.” You laughed fondly brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead, “Mind if you finish me off though.”

“Anything for you, just keep rolling your hips, yeah just like that…good girl.” He praised and heat prickled up your spine, “Your almost there sweet thing, so close you can cum for me soon.” His fingers found your clit again and you clenched against him, “Cum now.” He commanded and you spilled around him falling against his chest no longer being able to support your own weight. “That’s a good girl, shhh.” He whispered as you opened your mouth to talk, “We can talk in the morning hm?”

NSFW END

You could only nod blearily as he laid you down in bed, in between himself and a snoozing Techno. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist pulling you close purring into your neck, Wilbur chuckled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, forever and always.”

“I love you too.” You breathed out before falling asleep in the arms of Techno and himself, Wilbur stared at the ceiling for a moment. Yeah, he could give you the music box tomorrow. After all, he was glad his life turned out like this, and even if he wasn’t they all were past the point of no return.

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All of these are from the flashback in Silver Glass. MAJOR spoilers and disturbing content ahead, obviously. (Non-exhaustive list of triggers: homophobia, marital rape, mental and emotional abuse, eating disorders...)

(If you’re wondering: no, the changes between Davit and David aren’t a mistake. He spells his name both ways.)

Louis is in love. He makes David his confidant when he wants to sing his lover's praises. Well, he calls the man his lover. He reveals that he has only spoken to him once, and then only at a party held by Louis's father.

His name is Alexander Lennox.

Louis has a photo of him cut from the society pages. David doesn't think much of him. He certainly isn't the most handsome man in the world, as Louis believes. But that's all right and Louis doesn't even mind him showing his disinterest, because David isn't the one in love with Alexander.

He has his doubts about whether Louis is in love with Alexander either. So far Louis's behaviour shows more infatuation than love.

It doesn't matter. It's none of his business. And it's not as if he'll ever meet Alexander Lennox.

Fate has a sense of humour.

Time proves David right: Louis isn't really in love with Lennox. About a week later his infatuation wears off and he changes his affections to one of his classmates. David forgets all about Alexander Lennox.

Then Reverend Grantley tells him he can have three days' holiday from his studies, because an author is coming to consult him on church history. David thinks nothing of it at first.

It's May 1915. Early evening, Monday the third of May. David opens the Grantleys' front door and finds the reverend in the hall, chatting to a young man. Before David can decide what to do, the reverend has spotted him.

"Come in, Eames! This is one of my students," he says by way of explanation. "Eames, this is Mr. Lennox. He'll be a famous author some day."

Lennox smiles awkwardly. He ducks his head and a faint colour shows on his face at the reverend's words. Then he looks at David.

David is frozen in place. He recognises him, of course. But Louis' photos didn't do him justice. Alexander Lennox looks plain, forgettable even, in black and white. In real life? The sun casts golden highlights through his light brown hair. His eyes are deep blue. His face is... David can't find the words to describe him but he's the most handsome man he's ever seen.

Four months pass. They exchange letters. At some point Alexander becomes Alec, and he starts addressing his letters to "David" instead of "Mr. Eames".

Louis has returned by now. David had been afraid of an explosion when he found out that his fellow student is in love with his former crush. Quite the opposite: Louis is now in love with an actor and finds the whole thing hilarious.

He bears both the credit and blame for starting the sequence of events that end in murder.

No one suspects it at the time. Louis simply wants to do David a good turn. His older brother has just done something remarkable in Parliament (David, who isn't remotely interested in politics, neither knows nor cares what) and their parents are hosting a house party to celebrate. They've invited Alec. When Louis finds out he immediately asks David to accompany him when he goes home.

Alec hadn't answered the invitation at first. But when he hears David will be there, he accepts immediately.

Later David learns that Alec's mother had a word with the countess, which resulted in another name being added to the guest list. It's a name he and Alec will become horribly familiar with: Miss Gwladys Whare.

(When David first sees her name he thinks someone has misspelt both Christian name and surname. Later he discovers he was wrong: her parents actually christened her Gwladys, and they thought the spelling Ware was too plebeian for them.)

David can't remember what they were talking about. He remembers sitting on Alec's coat spread as an improvised blanket, next to Alec with his head on Alec's shoulder. He remembers really wanting to kiss him. And he remembers Alec kissing him back.

They end up lying on the ground. David is half on top of Alec. They're still kissing. Alec wraps his arms around David's waist and pulls him completely on top of himself. David can't wait any longer. He starts to unbutton Alec's shirt. Alec reaches for David's belt.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

They disentangle themselves and leap to their feet at the first word. David's vain hope that the newcomer hadn't got a good look at what they were doing dies when he sees who it is.

Gwladys Whare has just appeared at the side of the summer-house. From where she's standing she had a perfect view of them. And there was really no way to mistake what they'd been doing.

She stares at them both as if they're something she's scraped off her shoe. Alec rebuttons his shirt. David tries to smooth his hair down into something approaching respectability. A profoundly awkward silence descends.

Alec breaks it. "Miss Whare, I apologise for— We had no idea you were nearby. I beg you not to speak of this to anyone."

Miss Whare begins to smile. Her smile widens into something truly sadistic. "Oh, I bet you do. But what if I go right back to the house and tell them all? Maybe you can buy your way outta trouble, but your little tart will go right to jail."

He and Alec have only one short meeting in private before Alec leaves too. They meet in the garden again and make their own arrangements: Davit will live in London until Alec divorces Gwladys. Alec is optimistic it shouldn't take too long. This shows every indication of being the shortest marriage in history.

"I know she's already writing to another man," Alec says. "As long as we stay apart she'll have no evidence against me."

Davit is slightly less optimistic. Once Gwladys has her claws in Alec, he can't imagine her letting go easily. "What if you have a child?"

Alec makes a disgusted face. "There's no chance of that. I have no intention of ever consummating this marriage."

"If you don't she'll use that against you." Davit pulls leaves off a stem of ivy clinging to the old summer house. "Consummate the marriage, play the loving husband when others are around, make sure she has nothing she can use against you."

Alec looks at him in surprise. Davit can guess what he's thinking. That this is odd advice for him to give. But Davit knows Gwladys is a genuine threat to both of them. The best way to deal with threats is with deceit.

Alec has dark circles around his eyes. He's paler and possibly thinner. His smile is pained. He can't stop moving even when sitting down; he constantly fidgets with his watch, or his teacup, or even his hair.

When he finally speaks it's like a dam has burst. "I can't bear it another minute," he says. "She never leaves me alone. I can't talk to a man — any man, not even the waiter in a restaurant — without her making awful insinuations. She knows I'll divorce her, so she's determined to have a child. She doesn't know much about law; she thinks couples with young children can't divorce. And she—"

He stops. He looks like he's about to be sick.

Somehow Davit knows what's coming next.

"She forces me to sleep with her every night. To make sure we have a baby. She insisted on a room with a double bed instead of two connected rooms so I can't lock her out. I tell her I'm not interested and she laughs. Says horrible things about what I'm interested in. Makes... appalling suggestions. And she touches me. I tell her to stop but she never does. I— I struck her, two days ago, to make her stop. I'm not proud of it. She went around like a martyr yesterday and showed all her friends the bruise. That's why I left."

Davit is silent. He thought he hated Gwladys before. It's nothing to how he hates her now.

"So," Alec finishes, "I'm going home. And I... I couldn't bear to leave without seeing you."

On the one hand, what Dzovig told him. On the other, what Alec tells him. Weighed up, there's only one option.

"I'm coming with you," Davit says. He sees the brief hope followed by the crushing misery on Alec's face. "As a friend, nothing more. Not while you're still married. But I won't leave you alone with her."

1917 gets off to a grim start. Gwladys has little time for the twins herself. But when she finds Alec is reading to them, she explodes. She forbids him from seeing them again.

"It's not safe for you to be around children!" she shouts at him in that argument.

In another argument she says something that has devastating consequences. "One of these days I'll poison you!"

Maybe she does put poison in Alec's food once, then loses her nerve. Maybe it's all in Alec's mind, exacerbated by his nerves. Davit doesn't know the truth.

He does know that Alec takes sick after dinner one night.

Davit sits up with him all night. He knows Gwladys's servants are spying on him. The slightest hint of anything non-platonic in their relationship and he'll be kicked out. Probably frog-marched to the police station too. So he keeps the bedroom door ajar and sits at a distance from the bed.

Neither he nor Alec sleeps much. Alec because he's shivering and occasionally retching, Davit because he's planning how to commit a murder and get away with it.

From then on Davit either shares Alec's food or prepares it himself. Alec starts to eat less. Some days he only eats once in spite of all Davit can say. When he does eat a proper meal he feels ill. He thinks he's still being poisoned. Davit thinks it's the effects of his disordered eating.

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