#cam eats crayons

[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

Fuck it, percabeth shoes

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #Annabeth chase #annabeth pjo #annabeth percy jackson #percabeth #percy jackson fanart #cam eats crayons #this was fun I love drawing shoes #I didn’t draw it but Clarisse definitely vandalized Percy’s other shoe with sharpie marker #and Tyson wrote BROTHER on the toe part

[kawaii-angelanne]

TW/CW: nudity of minors (not sexual!), all characters (except the teacher) are in high school

KEY TAGS: spoiler-free/pre-canon, female reader (afab and themes of womanhood), second pov (reader's pov), meet-cute, fluff, strangers to ???

WORD COUNT: 6202

CROSS POST: ao3

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SUMMARY: "'So…' you trail off, shutting the door behind you, 'How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?'

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, 'Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.'

'E-excuse me!?'"

Or where Kitagawa Yusuke needs a nude model, and you unknowingly sign up.

“Why don’t you just get a job?” your friend, Yanai Toshiko, points out the most obvious solution to your money problem while chewing in one side of her mouth, “It’s pretty easy these days. All you have to do is take a magazine from the job stand in Shibuya Station, look for a job that interests you, and call them up.” 

“Right, and,” your other friend, Akagawa Yokkako, takes a moment to swallow her food before continuing, “if you tell them you’re a Kosei High student, they will most definitely hire you.” 

“But that’s so much work!” you groan loudly, burying your head in your arms on the table and then lifting your head up high enough to be able to see your friends, “Besides, my brother’s birthday is in a week. I wouldn’t get the money in time even if I got the job.” 

“That’s your fault for leaving it to the last minute,” Yanai clicks open the next tier in her bento box, “I don’t understand how you’re still at Kosei with all your procrastination.” 

You perk up at this, “Uh, just because I don’t do my work weeks ahead of time like everyone else here doesn’t mean I don’t do well, thank you very much.”

“What’re you even getting your brother that costs so much anyways?” Yokkako finishes the last of the bun she bought from the school store, crumpling the transparent wrapper in between her hands. 

“Limited-edition action figure set of this anime he watches,” you drag your chopsticks absentmindedly across your school lunch, depressed from just remembering the price tag.

Yanai admires her octopus hotdogs, her chopsticks holding one in midair, before eating it whole, “Can’t you get him, like, crayons or something?” 

You stop swiveling your chopsticks across the pile of rice on your tray at her suggestion, “He’s not six. He’s turning twelve!” 

“What’s the difference?” Yokkako snickers behind her hand, earning one smack on the shoulder from you. 

“Seriously, guys,” you now resort to hopelessly picking up singular grains of rice with your chopstick, “Do any of you know how I can get cash quick and easy?” 

“Well—” 

“And legally.” 

Yokkako wilters at the last part, her eagerness to tell you to be a cam girl or start selling drugs vanishing in a flash. While she isn’t involved in stuff like that, you knew she would suggest such a thing anyways, which would have annoyed you more. 

Yanai nimbles on her chopsticks in thought, “Y’know, on my way to the teacher’s office—I had to drop something off—, I overheard one of the art students asking around for a model. He said he was willing to pay in cash.”  

“Really!?” you straighten up from your slumped position, eyes sparkling at the prospect of possibly getting enough money for your brother, “Who? Do you know how much he’s paying? Did anyone say yes?” 

“Hmm,” Yanai places her chopsticks down, “I only heard his voice, so I don’t know who he is, sorry. I didn’t stick around long enough to hear everything, so...”

 “Ask one of the art teachers!” Yokkako chirps up, “They might know who it is. I think their office is on the…third floor?” 

You turn to Yanai for an answer, who nods silently as she focuses on packing up her lunch, and, with her confirmation, you immediately stand up from your chair, “I’m going to go now then! Can’t have anyone taking my precious money! I’ll see you guys later!” 

Dashing off, you try not to bump into unsuspecting students, spitting sorries when you do. You’re going to find this art student no matter what!  

“Oh, right, I heard Kitagawa asking one of my other students to be his model yesterday,” the first art teacher you encountered answers, “She said she was too busy.”

Still catching your breath from sprinting up three flights of stairs, you stare blankly at her. Her answer as to who was asking for a model was hardly an answer. For all you know, there could be tens of Kitagawas in this school (it would be funny if they were all in the same art class too). Also, why did she talk more about the person he asked? She isn’t your main concern.    

She returns to her work, so you press the subject further, “Kitagawa…?”  

“You don’t know?” she makes the effort to turn her chair to face you completely, “Kitagawa Yusuke? He’s one of Madarame’s students.”

“Who?” 

“Madarame, the artist?” 

When you shake your head, she gapes at you but immediately pulls herself together, “Never mind. What do you need Kitagawa for anyways?” 

“I was hoping to ask him if I could be his model,” you don’t bother to explain all the itty bitty details about how you desperately need the cash; she doesn’t need to know that. 

The teacher squints at the grid paper taped on the wall in front of her, “I have him next, so I can ask for you. I’ll email you what he says. What’s your name? Include your first name as well, so I know what email to use.” 

After telling her your name, she writes it down on a blank notepad, and you thank her for the help before leaving. At least you don’t have to track down this Kitagawa Yusuke. 

You slide the door open and then close. Checking your watch, you yelp at the time. Class on the fifth floor is starting in three minutes, and you don’t even have your bag! 

“Crap, crap, crap!” you repeat under your breath and push your legs to move faster, brisk walk accelerating to a full-out run. 

As you make an abrupt turn around the corner to the downstairs, you harshly crash into someone. You shut your eyes, groaning when you make contact with the ground. Still reeling from the fall, you see the obstacle you bumped into, who is somehow gracefully sitting upon the linoleum floor. 

“Pretty boy…” the words flow out of your mouth without a second thought, and your hand slaps itself over your mouth. 

But really, is there anyone who wouldn’t have the same reaction? Navy blue hair framing the boy’s cheeks so perfectly and shining like it belongs in a shampoo commercial. The lack of blazer all students have to wear with their uniform revealing his lissome frame. The longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen. The most luscious lips—.

“Are you okay?” 

At his words, you cease your shameless ogling, “Y-yes! S-sorry, are you okay? I should have been watching where I was going!” 

“I’m quite alright, thank you,” he gets up from the floor, brushing one stray hair away from his face, “Do be careful though. It would not be safe to bump into anyone else like that.” 

Before you can retort, you remember why you were in such a rush earlier and rise to your feet, “Oh god, I’m really going to be late now! Again, sorry, but gotta blast!” 

You abandon him and take off at the same speed as before. Screw getting your bag; you can just ask Yukkako for paper and a pencil. 

Your mind races back to the slender guy you bumped into as you scurry up the stairs. You’ve never met him before. However, you don’t think your paths will cross any time soon. It’s been a month since school started, but you haven’t seen him in any of your classes. Besides, he’s too…graceful. And pretty! Definitely not your crowd. 

The bell rings once you reach the fifth floor, and you frantically scramble to the classroom door. You practically fall through the back door. Somehow, no one but Yukkako notices your tumble in and waves her hand rapidly. The teacher strides in the front door the moment you sit down, and you breathe out a sigh of relief.  

The moment you step foot in your dorm room, you toss your bag to a corner of the room and launch yourself into the comfort of your bed. Thank god your roommate isn’t here right now. As always, a day spent at the illustrious Kosei High deserves a nap.

Too exhausted to take off your uniform, you snuggle on the top of your bed (also too exhausted to get inside the blankets). Closing your eyes, you feel yourself hazing out of reality and into the wondrous land of slumber. 

Ding!

Your eyes snap open, tranquility gone and irritation kicked in. When you reach down into one of your pockets, you pull out the rectangular device. The brightness burns, and you don’t hesitate to lower it.

When you read the subject, “Art Model Information”, you sit up from your bed like a vampire from their coffin. Unlocking your phone, you hastily scan the message. 

“‘I asked Kitagawa…need to go to Madarame’s studio tomorrow…might let you model!?’ I’m not even hired!?” 

You almost throw the phone down on the mattress out of frustration, sleep disturbed for this. You have to travel to his place and aren’t even guaranteed the job? What if you travel for nothing? That would be a waste of a good subway fee!

To calm yourself, you take a deep breath and release it with most of your annoyance. There aren’t any better options, so what choice do you have? 

Scrolling down the email, you find the address of this “Madarame’s studio”—you still don’t know who Madarame is—and copy it to paste into your navigation app. 

Your finger repeatedly jams the doorbell as you cower underneath the veranda too small to properly cover anyone. Even though the forecast reported no rain, it began to downpour mere minutes ago with no relent in sight. Fortunately, you had a jacket to drape over your head, but it’s not going to hold for much longer at this rate. 

“Oh, come on, answer the door already!” you whine.

You pressed the button just once when you first arrived, but, the longer you went on without a response, the more fervent your pressing became. Maybe you should be more patient. However, how good would a drenched model be? You need to get in soon, or else. 

Before you resort to holding down the buzzer, a voice slices through the heavy rainfall, “Who is it? If it’s Sensei you want, he’s not here.” 

You pause briefly at the strange familiarity of the voice before answering, “Hi, I’m from Kosei High! I don’t know her name, but one of your teachers told you about me? It’s raining pretty heavy out here, so, if you could let me in, that’d be great!” 

“One moment.” 

The transceiver disconnects. Footsteps approach behind the door, and the voice’s speaker unlocks it. You can’t help but gasp when the door opens to reveal who was talking to you. 

The pretty boy you bumped into yesterday! 

“It’s you!” 

“It’s you…” 

You’re too stunned to move, despite the rain pouring (partially) on you. So, this is Kitagawa Yusuke? You even said yesterday that your paths wouldn’t cross any time soon! What’re the odds?! 

“...Will you be coming inside or…?” Pretty Boy, now identified as Kitagawa Yusuke, raises an elegant brow while stepping to the side to let you through. 

“Oh! Yeah, sorry!” you step inside and take off the jacket on your head, “I just didn’t think that you’re Kitagawa! Crazy coincidence, right?” 

“Indeed, this truly is a trick of fate…”

“‘Trick?’” 

What did he mean by that? 

Kitagawa doesn’t answer you and immediately begins to circle around you. He mumbles to himself, too incoherent for you to understand. The longer this goes on, the antsier you get. It’s as if you’re being picked apart with his eyes punctuated by those sharp lashes. 

It’s not exactly the most comfortable experience. 

Before you can ask him if something is wrong, he returns in front of you, done observing you like an abstract work of art, “I suppose you will do for now. Normally, I would try to find a more inspiring subject, but I cannot afford to on such time constraints. Do not worry about taking your shoes off, and, please, follow me.”  

Your eye twitches at his slightly objectifying attitude, but you follow him anyway. Before leaving, though, you wring out your soaked jacket directly over the poor excuse of a doormat. Seeing the water permeate fills you with mischievous satisfaction. Seeing how far away he was, you run over to catch up.  

It doesn’t take long for you two to enter a small studio room. Towards the backend of the room there’s a window to let natural light in. However, there isn’t exactly a lot of “natural light” shining through due to the storm. The ceiling light seems to provide just enough lighting, some darkness accumulating in the corner. 

Various painting and sketching supplies are shelved in the back of the room as well. Three stools are pushed to the side. One stool sits in the middle, and an easel without its canvas in front of it.  

Kitagawa goes ahead of you to set up, and you stand awkwardly by the doorway with your jacket over your arms. 

“So…” you trail off, shutting the door behind you, “How should I do this? Do you have a certain pose in mind or…?” 

The blue-haired painter (painter-in-training?) turns to you, “Well, in order to start, it would be best if you began taking off your clothes.” 

“E-excuse me!?” you almost drop the jacket onto the wooden floor from pure shock. 

No…is this a nude modeling gig!? Even though themes of nudity happen to make up a majority of famous paintings, you never even considered this would be the case. You’re also a high school student, just like him! Is this even legal? 

“Were you unaware that you would be modeling nude?” he strokes his chin, clearly confused, “I made sure to specify that to the teacher though…” 

You gulp. Maybe you should have read the email entirely…

“You are more than welcome to leave if you do not wish to do this anymore,” Kitagawa already makes moves to clear up shop, disappointed and…annoyed(?) at this turn of events, “However, if it comforts you, I have absolutely no interest in your naked figure. I am purely doing this for art. I assure you I have no ulterior motives other than painting another piece of work for Sensei.” 

“Uh, w-well,” you fidget about, not completely unswayed by his words (even though you should be!), “h-how much will you be paying?” 

“Did the teacher not tell you that either?” his brows furrow even more (you really should have read the email entirely), “It might not be much, but, when we finish, I will pay you about one hundred and fifty thousand yen.” 

One hundred and fifty thousand!? That would cover your brother’s birthday gift and still leave you some cash to spend! All of that for modeling? Granted, you’ll be naked, but it would totally be worth it! 

Wait. Jeez, are you really that desperate for money that you’ll strip for some guy you just met? …No, no, that isn’t the case here! You’re contributing to the art world! So what if you’re in the nude? If this painting is a hit, you’ll be famous, have money, and make your brother happy for this birthday. Well, secretly famous. You don’t want this spreading around, especially to your parents.

“I’ll do it,” you declare despite your heart beating wildly at what you’re committing to, “B-but on one condition! I won’t be officially associated with this. I don’t want people to know that you painted me…naked. So, I don’t want to see my name anywhere near this, got it?!” 

“You have my word, thank you,” he softens his curt tone in gratitude, and his lips even curve into a small, pleasant smile. 

Your heart stutters for a moment at the unexpected nicety. While Kitagawa hasn’t been outright scornful, you couldn’t help but feel iced out at first. 

“Do not mind me as you undress,” his back faces you out of consideration, “I will prepare in the meanwhile. Let me know when you are ready.” 

“Okay, thanks.” 

Even though his back is already turned to you, you turn your back to him as well for added protection. Well, it would only be your rear side instead of your front side he would see if he turned around (if he does, you’re leaving without a second thought!). When getting ready for today, you opted for a comfortable but still nice outfit rather than your uniform. Had you known you would be modeling naked, you would have just come in sweatpants and a hoodie. 

Sitting on the stool, you first remove your shoes. You strip out of your clothes one by one, stacking them into a messy pile on the stool closest to you. Your hands pause at your undergarments. As the room’s chill travels across your skin, goosebumps prickle your skin.

You take a deep breath. 

One. 

Two. 

Three! 

You unclasp your bra. 

Another deep breath. 

One. 

Two.

Three! 

You push down your underwear.

Adding the two articles to the unorganized mountain of clothes, which had somehow not collapsed yet, you turn around to face Kitagawa. Your hands wrap around your torso, insecurity trickling in like water from a sōzu. Now that you’re actually naked, you don’t feel as confident as you did before when you agreed. 

Still, you don’t want to back out now, not after you’ve gone through the process of taking off your clothes. Ugh, you better like that gift, Hanzu!  

“Is everything all right?” Kitagawa asks, back still to you.

“Y-yep!” you breathe deeply again to steel your nerves, “I-I’m all ready now!”

He turns around, seeing your naked body for the first time. Despite that, his insouciant expression doesn’t change. He merely clutches his chin between his fingers again; you could almost see the cogwheels turning inside his mind. His ever-observant gaze causes you to cover yourself up even more, your hands sliding up more and legs gradually crossing over each other. 

“Stop right there,” he commands with such purpose it freezes you into submission, “This heightened vulnerability and bareness… It perfectly encapsulates both innocence and womanhood at the same time! To think that you would be able to deliver such a concept… Yes, I can work with this. How foolish of me to doubt fate earlier.” 

“Th-thanks?” you’re not sure whether you should be pleased or creeped out or if that even sounded like you.  

“Please, remain still for now,” he sits at the easel, pencil in hand. 

“Sure thing…” you search for an interesting crack in the wall to distract yourself with. With the state of the place, there are plenty of cracks to choose from, which means plenty of story material. 

You’re unsure how much time has passed. All has been quiet save for your breathing and Kitagawa’s sketching. Since the session started, you’ve gotten more comfortable. Not completely, but definitely better than before! 

However, you now face a new dilemma. 

As you learned in psychology class, your brain requires stimulation. When it’s not getting stimulated, like right now, the urge to do something eats away at you like an annoying parasite. And it’s definitely not helping that you’ve been standing the entire time! But Kitagawa told you to stay still. You may have just met him today, but you feel that disobeying an artist’s orders, especially one as passionate as Kitagawa—that’s the impression you get anyway—is just as bad as waking a sleepwalker. 

If you can’t move your body, you can at least move something else. 

“So, how’s the drawing going?” 

His hand falters in the line he was sketching out. With a sigh, he quickly erases it before redrawing. You quietly wince, not intending to irritate him. Maybe you should have realized that talking to him would have snapped him out of his artistic mojo. 

He continues to sketch your figure, eyes flickering to you and then the canvas. The silence is even louder, and you’re too ashamed to ask again. Is there perhaps another crack you already didn’t make a story for? 

“The sketch is almost finished,” he finally speaks, and you almost relax completely at an answer despite not wearing any clothes, “Sorry, I understand modeling for a painting can be difficult. Would you like to take a short break? I completed the part I was working on and can afford to pause now.” 

A break? You thought he would reprimand you for speaking, but that was oddly considerate of him. Well, not like he hasn’t been, but…

“How close are you to finishing? Because, if it’s not too long, then I can handle it.” 

He surveys his drawing, “Fifteen minutes should be sufficient enough.”

“Then we can continue, no worries,” you adjust your position to its original state.

“You have my thanks,” he nods and even flashes a gentle smile before resuming the sketch.

After a few more soft pencil scratchings and a few more riveting narratives of the Cracken terrorizing the town with no end in sight, Kitagawa picks up the small, deformed eraser and rubs it strongly against the canvas. His effaces become more and more frequent until he slumps over completely. Despair and hopelessness radiates from him. 

“Uh, Kitagawa? Everything all right?” you make it your best effort to not move while also straining to get a better look at him from behind the easel. 

“Something’s not right,” he lifts only his head to meet your eyes, “For some unknown reason, I cannot properly draw this last piece. Perhaps it’s the angle of your legs? Or maybe your arms?”  

“I swear I didn’t move at all! Not even an inch!” you prepare yourself for a scolding, even though you are one hundred percent certain you didn’t move your legs at all no matter how badly you wanted to. 

“I never said you did,” his expression shows no irritation, but his words still cut into you like the crack in the wall, “Allow me to think on this for a moment.” 

Mumbling unintelligibly to himself, he pinches his chin between his fingers as his eyes scrutinize you once more like they had in the beginning. You immediately avert your gaze to the other side of the wall. Is it like an artist thing, or does he have this innate ability to pick you apart with his eyes alone? 

“That’s it!” he sits up again with such a fervency it almost inspires you to do the same, “Please cross your left leg thirty degrees more inward.”

“D-degrees?” 

With hesitant estimation—what exactly is thirty degrees?—you slowly slide your left leg.

“No, apologies, I meant your right leg.”   

At his new orders, you, silent and compliant, move your right leg back to where it was originally and repeat what you did earlier to your left leg this time.

“A bit more, please, and point your right foot as well.” 

You struggle to maintain your balance at the new position. Praying he doesn't make you do this for much longer, you attempt to keep the shaking to a minimum.

He tuts his disapproval, and your obedience slowly transitions into annoyance. 

“Could you curve your foot a little more?”

“Please lower your right leg a little.” 

“...Try moving your left leg outward.” 

“No, move it back.” 

“Why don’t you just do it for me then!?” you practically yell out, frustrated from having to adjust your already-sore limbs every second. 

“Good idea, it would save us precious time,” he stands up straight from his seat with such poise and grace, it sends shivers down your spine.

“W-wait a minute, you’re coming over here?” your arms hug you tighter as an unsettling realization crawls on your back. 

Not only is Kitagawa going to be extremely up close and personal, but he’s also going to put his hands all over your arms and legs and bend them at impossible angles!  

He pauses in his steps with confusion scrawled all over his features, “Yes? Is that not what you asked?” 

“W-well, it is, but…but I’m naked!” you state as if it’s the obvious reason (because it is the obvious reason). 

“But you have been for the past hour or so,” he raises an eyebrow in even deeper confusion, “What makes now so different?” 

“I’m naked,” you strongly emphasize the word “naked” as if Kitagawa somehow did not see an issue in the concept, “I don’t know about you, Kitagawa, but I am not comfortable with you putting your grubby mitts on me as you spread my legs and whatnot. It’s already enough that I’m modeling naked for you!” 

“Spread your legs? Why would I ever—?” he stops mid-sentence, finally understanding what you were trying to get at, and his pale cheeks flush red, as if dragged from the center to the red side of the color wheel, “O-oh, I-I see…” 

With a clearing of his throat, he continues, “My apologies for being so oblivious to your concerns. However, you currently seem to be incapable of properly executing what I envision for this painting. What to do…?”

Ain’t no way is he touching you! There has to be another way!

“M-maybe!” you interject before he decides that A) you’re not a fit model for him anymore and thus denied the pay you were promised or B) there is no other choice but for him to treat you as if you are nothing more than a wooden lay figure, “Maybe you can…pose like how you want me to? And then I can…mirror it? Yeah? How’s that?” 

He stares blankly at you, and, as if a three-second timer went off, he livens back up, “What a splendid idea! Please do your best to imitate me.” 

After adjusting his stance to better match yours, he first, as asked of you before, moves his left leg slightly higher to the crux where his legs crossed over. Oh, so that’s what thirty degrees are. Then, with a shift of his torso, he freezes with his eyes intently on you, silently commanding you to imitate him. You immediately follow suit, dumbfounded at how easy it was to copy him when you had failed multiple times. 

“Perfect, now please stay like that for just a moment more,” he returns to his stool behind the canvas, pencil already in hand.

You sigh with relief, having successfully escaped any more torment, and focus back on doing what you were hired to do. 

This time, instead of continuing to mentally write fanfiction between the crack on the left side of the wall and the crack on the right side of the wall—a true Shakespearean tragedy split by the great schism in the middle—, you find yourself staring at Kitagawa. Since you’re barely a meter away from him, you can see him up close for much longer than yesterday. 

He’s so focused. His dark-blue eyes would unblinkingly scan across the canvas as his pencil dragged across the surface. Somehow, a mere glimpse to you can provide enough material to last him minutes of drawing. While his extremely hunched-over posture is left to be desired, his zeal clearly shows with how much he’s leaning in. Any further, and his nose would be touching the canvas! 

You also take the time to comment (mentally, of course) on the strange seventy-thirty hair split he has going on. When it comes to parting hair, most go for a twenty-eighty or thirty-seventy split. However, he went the other way and managed to make it look as charming as ever. Even now, side parts aren’t the latest in style, but anyone who saw him would strongly disagree. Somehow, the right side of his hair perfectly frames his cheek. Yes, he has to push a strand or two out of the way every now and then. But, for the majority, it stays perfectly still, coiffed with enough curvature to not appear so limp. 

Urgh, he’s a pretty boy in every sense of the word! 

After some back and forth from behind the easel to you, the saccades shorter and shorter each time, his eyes then shift to your own. At the sudden eye contact, you flinch, caught red-handed. 

“Is something the matter? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time,” he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“O-oh, it’s nothing!” you laugh awkwardly, trying to act as if you weren’t staring at him for the past couple of minutes, “I-I was just zoning out, haha! Don’t mind me!” 

He accepts your excuse without a second thought (is he really that gullible?), “Well, I am just about done with the sketch. All that is left is to paint it. I greatly appreciate your service and—.”

“Ooo! Can I see?” you jump up from the wooden stool and bounce over to see what he was drawing for the past hour. 

Kitagawa immediately stiffens at your close proximity, but you’re too enraptured with what’s before you. 

When people meet you, there are some words that easily come to mind: rambunctious, tomboyish, immature, incorrigible. However, you don’t see any hint of that in Kitagawa's depiction of you. You see exactly what he raved about earlier: vulnerability, innocence, and womanhood. How was he able to illustrate you in such a way so different from how most characterize you despite only formally meeting you today?  

You also can’t imagine how striking the painting will be when finished. Will he use pop, bright colors to imply your teenage youth? Or will he use muted mature shades to highlight a sense of coming-of-age? 

A stammered yelp of your last name draws you back into reality. 

“Sorry, sorry! This is just so amazing!” you practically squeal while covering your mouth with your hands, “I can’t believe someone so talented is my age! Can I take a picture? Whoa, this is so cool!” 

“I-I thank you for your kind words,” he avoids your gaze, finding the floor most intriguing, “You can take a picture. Please be sure not to post it anywhere should someone come across it and choose to plagiarize my work.” 

“Got it!” you hum all happy, ego also inflated from being drawn so well and so beautifully.

Instead of answering, he fully turns his body away from you. You move to his side to find a faint dusting of pink across his nose and the top of his cheeks.  

“Hey, are you feeling okay? Your face is kind of red, and—.”

“I’m f-fine,” he clears his throat and shakes his head, all while still concentrating on the weathered floor, “I-I would greatly appreciate it if you can get dressed, though, so I can pay you for your services.”

You look down at yourself, suddenly remembering that you were indeed not wearing clothes, and feel your body heat up from embarrassment, the slightly-cold draft in the room be damned. Your face is as red as a tomato, and your ears are tipped in a similar shade. Squeaking out an apology, you hastily move to the pile of clothes on the chair and fumble through putting them on, too flustered to do so calmly.

Right as you slip on the last of your shoes, you snatch your phone out of your pocket to take a quick snapshot of Kitagawa’s drawing. Up from his stool but still with his back turned to you, he busies himself with something in the furthest corner. 

With the press of a button, his sketch is saved on your phone. You observe it on the digital screen, but, even then, it doesn’t even compare to the actual artwork. Well, digital copies never amount to the original anyways. 

Pinching in and out of the photo to pick out the finer details, Kitagawa approaches you with a thick, money envelope in his hand, “Here is one hundred and fifty thousand yen, as previously agreed upon. I once again thank you for being my model. You truly brought the perspective I needed for this painting. Don’t worry, I intend to bring this painting the beauty it wholly deserves.”  

“Oh, thanks…” your heart skips a beat at his words, moved at his dedication.

With two hands and a slight bow, you accept the money from Kitagawa, who then moves to clean up his supplies. As you stare at it in your hand, unease settles in your stomach. 

Was this really going to be the last time you saw him? You don’t share any classes with him. Hell, you never even knew the guy existed until yesterday! 

You can’t place your finger on why, but you want to get to know him more. Was it because of his formal speaking mannerisms? His talent? His creativity? His pretty boy appearance (you most certainly didn’t forget that)?

Clutching the envelope tightly, you stride up to Kitagawa with a surge of unknown need, “H-hey!” 

Great start.

He turns around from putting his pencils away with utmost confusion, “...Is something the matter?” 

“W-well,” you gulp and spit out your first coherent thought, “I-I wouldn’t mind modeling for you again!” 

“...Excuse me?” he looks even more confused, and you panic on how to explain yourself.

“Wh-what I mean is,” you clear your throat to stall for time, “I-I really want to see how you paint this and make sure it’s good! It is a painting of me after all, a-and I can be there as a real-life reference! I can even model again, i-if that’s what you need!”  

Stupid, of course it’s going to be good. He already drew you perfectly. Actually painting it shouldn’t prove a problem, especially since he’s taught by Madarame, who you found out last night is actually a super famous artist. 

Still, despite your floundering attempts, he appears to strongly consider this proposition, “It would be extremely beneficial if I had my subject with me as I painted… However, I wouldn’t be able to pay you again. Unfortunately, I’m a little low on funds this month.” 

“That’s fine!” 

“Then, it’s a deal,” he takes out his own phone from his pocket, “Let’s exchange contact information, so I can message you when I begin the painting process. It will most likely be in the next day or so, so please keep your schedule open.”  

You mentally do a fist pump, “All righty, do you have LINE or something? I have social media too, if that’s better.” 

“I must confess I am not all that interested in what the online world has to offer,” he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, “I also don’t have any messaging apps outside of the one already on your phone, so your phone number would be best.”

Nodding, you exchange phones and open his contacts. You’re astonished at the names that flood his screen. Arita Takemi, Mihara Kurumi, Natsuhiko Nakanohara—wow, both his names start with “N!” That’s kind of cool—, Yoshihisa Haru… The list goes on and on! How does he know this many people? Or keep up with them? You don’t even think you have this many classmates!  

Choosing not to ask him about it, you put in your number as a new contact. With the addition of your name, you raise his phone in the air to take a selfie of yourself (with a peace sign, obviously). Handing it back, you take your phone to find his contact only with his full name and phone number. 

Well, you didn’t really expect much more than that from him.

“Hmm, it appears the rain has yet to stop,” he checks the time on his phone, “and it’s quite late. My sincere apologies for keeping you here for so long. I would walk you to the station myself, but I need to prepare for Sensei’s return.”

Surely it can’t be that late; you got here around noontime. Checking your phone as well, you quirk a brow at his definition of late.

You jam your phone back into your back pocket, “Um, it’s only a little past 5:30, Kitagawa. I’ll be okay on my own, but I appreciate the thought.” 

He doesn’t look convinced and leaves the room, “At least let me get you an umbrella. I won’t be long.” 

True to his word, he comes back as quickly as he left with an umbrella too big for only one person. 

“Oh, thanks!” you blink at it in your hands, surprised at his offer, before back at him, “Well, I’ll be on my way now, but I’ll return it next time I see you!” 

“Farewell,” he waves you off, and you do the same.

Leaving the room and out the front door, you notice how the rain isn’t coming down as hard as before. In fact, it’s such a light drizzle, using an umbrella would be superfluous. Still, you open it up before walking out from underneath the extremely narrow veranda. 

Kitagawa Yusuke. 

He’s so strange and perhaps a little blunt. 

But he’s also far more polite than the rest of your male peers. 

You put a little more pep in your step and smile with anticipation for the next time you see him, hopefully sooner rather than later. 

ENDING NOTE: i present to you a project months in the making with a huge hiatus in between completion! i thought this would be ready to release to the world a month ago but. i was wrong LOL!

so, for a little context, i have always wanted to play persona 5 ever since it came out six years ago. however, i never got a ps4. THEN! p5royal got announced for switch and other devices, and i pre-ordered it almost immediately. now, it hasn’t been long since it came out, but i just finished up makoto’s palace.

playing this game also reignited my love and worship for the man that is yusuke kitagawa. the amount of screenshots and videos i took during his arc is embarrassing. then, i read a yusuke x reader oneshot at like 2 am (it’s on ao3 titled “Emperor” by deareststars! so good, the friends to lovers in me enjoyed it so much!). i sat up from my bed with such urgency at the lightning strike of inspiration and starting writing this.

this wasn’t written all in one sitting; this took about...3 months, and, with college apps, my progress was quite stifled! i originally wanted to do this sunshine, tomboyish, easygoing reader with a begrudging, “i need you to do my painting (for madarame)” yusuke. so, yes, an enemies to lovers. however, i don’t think it was that enemies. i think it was quite normal LOL. there isn’t a lot of romance in this either. i was rlly struggling on what to tag this because there isn’t romance; this is just like. the start of it all! miniseries? no…probably not LOL. right before i was going to post this, i realized i forgot to include the posing scene. my original thought was for yusuke to actually move your legs to how he desired, but i was like reader wouldn’t like that, and yusuke wouldn’t do it if reader expressed discomfort (and she did so). so. you got that teehee.

tl;dr: this was self-indulgent 101%.

#kitagawa yusuke #kitagawa yusuke x reader #yusuke x reader #yusuke fluff #yusuke oneshot #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #《angel writes》 #《med shot》

[mixedfandomer]

Friend I told could help with my rewrite: so have you started yet

Me: no I’ve been busy making incorrect quotes for the I Am family (plus Guy)

Cam: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Pam: Wow. They sound stupid.

Cam: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Pam: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Cam: I guess you’re right. Hey Pam, I love you.

Pam: See! Just say that!

Cam: Holy fucking shit.

Pam: If that flies over their head then, sorry Cam, but they're too dumb for you.

Cam: Pam.

Cam: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Pam: What? Like J F K W S Q X-

Cam: No, like, U R A Q T.

Pam: Awwww!

Pam: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Cam: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey.

Sam, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Pam: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Pam:

Pam: It's perfume.

Cam: Stop setting things on fire because you're curious about what will happen. What will happen is fire.

Pam: But what if something else happens just this one time.

Cam: What is your favourite mythical story?

Sam: The Story Of My Will To Live.

Cam: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Sam: mom, gather the others. We need to have another Mom-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Sam: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him?

Cam: A pet WHAT?!

Pam: William Snakespeare.

Pam, to Sam: If you see Cam, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Pam: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Sam: oh, and mom said to give you a message.

Sam: *makes a neutral face*

Cam: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

*Something crashes*

Sam: Shoot-

Cam: *running into the room in a panic* WHAT FELL?!

Pam: *walking by the room calmly* What died?

Pam, planning a group disguise: You cannot be Blake Bortles.

Sam: Fine! Then I’ll be Jake-

Cam, under their breath: Don’t say Jortles.

Sam: Jortles! And I work at the molotov cocktail department.

Sam: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Pam: Bet you I can!

Cam: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

Cam, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Sam: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Cam: Ohhhh-

Pam: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Sam: What are you writing?

Pam: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Cam, looking over Pam's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

Pam: I dare you-

Cam: Sam is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Pam: Why not?

Sam: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Sam: mom and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us.

Cam: What did you do?

Sam: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and-

Pam: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

Sam: Look at the buns on that guy!

Cam: *lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns*

Pam: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny!

Sam: I'm not going back to jail!

Cam: And here we see Pam and Sam in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.

Pam: Gaelic bread.

Sam: Grueling brad.

Pam: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Pam: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

Sam: How?

Pam: I need someone to take the fall.

Sam: What did you do?

Pam: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Cam, from the other room: Oh my god.

Pam: ...

Cam: OH MY GOD!

Sam: Make it a hundred.

Pam: Deal.

Pam, watching power lines fall down: Sam, Cam! The town is exploding and it's very pretty!

Pam: Guys where did Sam go?

Cam: They got arrested.

Pam: How the hell-

Sam: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Pam: There was a motor close to where I am right now.

Cam: A motor- a motorcycle?

Pam: Oh sorry, a murder.

Sam: That escalated quickly.

Cam: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world.

Guy: Unless you're home alone.

Sam: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Guy.

Guy: I hate myself.

Sam: Alright, square up.

Pam: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Cam: You are my reward.

*meanwhile*

Sam: You deserve a reward for putting up with me.

Guy: True, you can be really difficult at times.

Cam: Wake me up-

Sam: Before you go go

Pam: When September ends

Guy: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

Sam, watching Pam & Guy panic : What's going on?

Cam: Pam is having a midlife crisis and Guy is just having a crisis.

Pam and Sam: *making loud, shouty gorilla sounds at each other*

Guy:

Cam, exasperatedly: We have a guest.

*The I Ams when they drop food on the floor*

Cam: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Pam: Five second rule!

Sam: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Guy: *Sobs on the floor*

Cam: You know you can die from that, right?

Pam: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Guy: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Sam: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

Guy, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Pam: Gray.

Cam: Grey.

Guy, turning to Sam: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Sam: Dark white.

#green eggs and ham #green eggs and ham spoiler #geah oc #geah netflix #geah spoilers #sam i am #guy am i #pam i am

[dcbutinamrev]

AmRev as Iconic Vines To Lighten Up Your Day

(Sorry I had too- )

Hamilton: AH!

Lafayette: Stop could have made me drop my croissant!

Tilghman: *sleeps*

Meade: *pours water on Tilghman*

Tilghman: Hello?

Lafayette: Dad look it’s the good kush!

Washington: This is the dollar store how good could it be?

Hamilton to Laurens: Country boy, I love you, blech.

Meade: *throws frisbee*

Tilghman: What the fuck Richard?

Washington: No. No off topic questions. No. Permission denied. No. You have been stopped-

Andre to Hamilton: You have a beautiful smile.

Hamilton: Thanks. You’re not that handsome.

Andre: Wow. Thanks-

Madison: And they were roommates

Jefferson: Oh my God, they were roommates

Washington: Every time you yell at your kids, put a quarter in your no yelling sock and soon you’ll have a weapon-

Lafayette: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does-

Jefferson: I keep telling you man, you gotta stop lettin people walk over you.

Hamilton: *wheezes* Okay-

Laurens: *weirdly walks down the hall*

H. Laurens: *sighs with disappointment*

Betsey: Mom, I got something to tell you…

Catherine Schuyler: What is it honey?

Betsey: I got an A-BOR-TION

Fitzgerald: Ha ha. I do that-

Meade: Hi welcome to chili’s

Harrison: When there’s too much drama at school, all you got to do is, walk away-yay-yay

Hamilton: If there are any spirits here tonight…tell me…do I sound like Shikera? *makes weird noises*

Judge Woodhull: 911 is it an emergency?

Abe Woodhull: No!

Judge Woodhull: Then…what is it?

Abe: I…It’s digiorno-

Philip: Hey, Ma. Say who wants lasagna

Betsey: Who wants lasagna? *trips*

Hamilton: *starts talking*

Laurens: Uh, I’m not finished. Let’s get started.

Hamilton: *talking*

Laurens: Oh my God. Can you please just let me do it-

Peggy: Hey guys look at this dress my Mom bought me. SIKE! IT’S A JUMPSUIT! YOU WERE FOOLED! HA HA HA!

Hamilton: Hey, bro what do you want to eat?

Laurens: *the souls of the innocent- * A bagel *No!* Two bagels

Jefferson: There’s only one thing worst than a rapist. Boom.

Adams: A child.

Jefferson: No-

Jefferson: You can’t sit with us

Hamilton: Actually, Jefferson, I can’t sit anywhere. I have hemorrhoids

Tallmadge: Hey everybody so today Bradford pushed me so I’m starting a kick starter to put him down

*picture of Bradford*

Tallmadge: The benefits of killing him would be I would get pushed way less-

Samuel Seabury: Someone in our apartment has been killed. Please help-

King George III: Calm down. Don’t want a panic at the disco-

Hamilton and Jefferson: *fighting*

Madison: Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle-

Continentals at the Redcoats: Look at all those chickens!

Kinloch: Oh sorry I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich!

Laurens: Go back to sleep and starve

Charles Lee: Basically I um…what I was thinking was—

Laurens: *punches Charles Lee*

Charles Lee: Aw, fuck man. I can’t believe you’ve done this-

Washington: Put that candy back. I’m not buying you all that mess Oh. Try me.

*Who’s that Pokémon?*

Mulligan: IT’S PIKACHU!

*It’s Clefairy!*

Mulligan: FUCK!

Brewster: I’m JOHN CENA! *blows flutes through nose*

Anna Strong: Ben is that a weed?

Tallmadge: No this is a crayon-

Strong: I’m calling the police!

*illuminati theme plays*

Laurens at Charles Lee: What the fuck is up Charles! No what you say? What the fuck dude? Step the fuck up!

Laurens: He just dropped and was just smacked the lip just…wha-pow! Dropped down said braaa

Hamilton: Hurricane Katrina! More like hurricane tortilla!

Harrison: Do you ever like wake up and do like do not do something and you’re just like: What the fuck is going on?

Woodhull: You don’t know what is good! *weird moves* You don’t know me! You don’t know me!

Meade: If you want to play baseball, you got to be the baseball

Hamilton: I thought you were bae. Turns out just you were just fam.

Laurens: Bro!

Hamilton: *walks away*

Tallmadge: A nice typical American dinner

Billy Lee:

Tallmadge: *screeches*

Adams: How about the four shelf, want to hit that-

Hamilton: Shut the f— up.

Laurens: *does something awesome in battle*

Hamilton: That was legitness

Hamilton: something she said-

Betsey: *laughs*

Hamilton: I like that laugh. *mimics laugh*

Laurens: We just love working here. We all have a lot of laughs. Fuck off Hamilton. I’m not going to your fucking baby shower.

Laurens: Hey I’m gay

Lafayette: I thought you were American?

Hamilton: Did you wash the dishes?

Laurens: I thought you wanted to do that?

Hamilton: *laughs* You were wrong

Peggy: Mom, I know you don’t have a lot of money so it’s okay if you by me sketchers for school.

Catherine Schuyler: *snorts* What are those?

Tallmadge: Excuse me? Can I get a cup of cofffe? Black?

Billy Lee: Can’t you see me talking?

Hamilton: How do you know what’s good for me?!

Washington: THAT’S MY OPINION!

The other aides: *blinks*

*Hamilton trying to convince Washington to let him go to South Carolina*

Washington: You can’t go. No. Sorry you can’t go-

Hamilton: I love you bitch. *pointing at Eliza and Laurens* I ain’t never gonna stop loving you…bitch.

Lafayette: They following Ma. They following me.

Lady Washington: Who?! Who following you?!

Lafayette: The bus-

Lady Washington: The bus?

Franklin: Welcome to physics-

*something explodes*

Franklin: *screeches* HOLY MOTH-

Laurens: It’s summer. I got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party. *hits head on banister*

Hamilton:

Laurens: *slams break*

Hamilton: *chokes on food* LAURENS!

Hamilton: Smack cam!

Burr: Bitch I hope you the fuck you do! You’ll be a dead son of a bitch I’ll tell you that-

Philip: Oh my God. It’s Chipotle! Chipotle’s my life

Meade: Hey, Tench you want some?

Tilghman: This bitch empty! YEET!

Hamilton: WHAT ARE THOSE!

Lady Washington: They are my crocks!

Hamilton: *fires gun*

Lafayette: *jumps* THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Washington: *walks in room*

Hamilton: BRAH!

Washington: *jumps and walks away like nothing happened*

Burr: I brought you Frankincense

Hamilton: Thank you

Burr: And I brought you…Myrrh

Hamilton: Thank you.

Burr: Myrrh…..DER!!!”

Hamilton: Judas no!

Billy Lee: Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James. Lebron James.

Laurens: *sneezes*

*Deers runs off*

Hamilton: Nice Laurens

Laurens: What? I sneezed! Oh I’m not allowed to sneeze?

Arnold: I smell like beef. I smell like beef.

Andre: I’m real. And I can’t go with ya-

Peggy Shippen: Ooh, this is my jam. This is my jam. Turn that song off. This is my jam-

Hamilton: Ooh, I like your accent where you from?

Lafayette: I’m librarian

Hamilton: Oh my bad *whispers* I like your accent where you from?

Franklin: *blows smoke* Atom-

Adams: Honestly I don’t remember. I was probably fucked up. Yeah I was crazy back then.

Lafayette at Hamilton and Laurens: Two bros. Chilling in the hot tub. Five feet apart cause they’re not gay-

Revere: Mother trucker dude. That hurt like a butt cheek on a stick.

Franklin: Watch your profanity

Laurens: What’d you say? What’d you say?

Washington: I said whoever threw that paper, your Mom’s a hoe.

Arnold: Thanks for checking in I’m still a piece of garbage-

Hamilton: Remember one time I liked you

Andre: No?

Hamilton: Good. Cause it never happened!

Andre: Oh…

Hamilton: *laughs and walks away*

#amrev #vines #iconic vines #best vines #this took me so long #this took me way longer than it should have #amrev as vines #amrev fandom #john laurens #alexander hamilton #marquis de lafayette #george washington #martha washington #ben tallmadge #anna strong #john andre #benedict arnold #william bradford #turn amc #turn washington's spies #abe woodhull #Hamilton as vines #hope you guys appreciate this- #I would make this into a video but I don’t know how- #hope you enjoy

[monster-gut]

What are some of your headcanons about Cam and Camber?

Wow, I didn't expect someone to ask about those two :0

Cam and Camber, not surprisingly, are twins. They were homeless for most of their lifes until Steve and Felix found them and adopted them (they also adopted Ben. I'd also like to note that Henry and Steve are brothers.)

They both seem to have similar personalities, and although for the most part it is ture, they have been known to act completely different from each other.

Cam often likes to pull pranks, because of that he gets in trouble a lot. Camber on the other hand is a bit more shy and has a hard time getting along with others. Despite most of there differences they get along very well.

They wear those mask because they fear that if people were to see what there face looked like then that person would get scared and run away from them. (In one of my drawings that I posted for goretober had showed there faces. I've decided that that is not what there face looks like, and that both of there faces are horrifying which is why they wear the masks)

They both act in an unpolite manner (although camber does say sorry a lot) , and often weird people out.

They both enjoy eating things like meat, and have even eaten raw meat before. Camber really enjoyes eating sweets while cam likes bitter things. They both have an unhealthy diet, which of course Steve and Felix are trying to fix.

Cam is very curious and often sticks his nose in others peoples business.

Camber actually enjoys reading and being alone. Like I've mentioned he's not a very social person.

They get along with Pagie really well and will sometimes eat crayons with her.

Even though camber likes to read, he actually has a very hard time reading and understanding things (Camber will often read books upside-down) . Cam also has a hard time understanding things and often gets distracted.

The two aren't really that smart. I mean the two never went to school or had parental figures in there life, that is until they met Steve and Felix.

(I think these are all the hc I have for them)

#not art #gutz answers #dhmis 5 #dhmis hc

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Slime Dad

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” Fay asked. “The last thing I’d want is for you to get too stressed out.” “It’s fine,” Camilo answered. “This needs to be done and I’m tired of being mad…” Fay had agreed to drive Camilo home with him to see Rheni. After speaking to Sydryn, Camilo couldn’t get it out of his head that he might actually be able to prove Rheni’s paternity finally. It also didn’t feel like their time apart was doing anything for them but making it worse, as they couldn’t clear the air until they had a proper talk. When the car pulled up in the driveway however, Camilo’s stomach turned and he was terrified of the oncoming confrontation. It’s not like Rheni hadn’t reached out; Camilo’s phone had been blowing up for weeks after the break up, but he’d silenced them, and it felt like he couldn’t take that back. Fay rubbed Camilo’s neck. “I know he’s ready to talk to you. The last thing he wants is a fight.” “I know…”

“We can sit here as long as you want.” “No…” Camilo opened the door and got out. “I’m ready.” They got out of the car and headed to the door. Camilo could already see Fay’s herd of children looking through the window watching them come in, all excited. It made him nervous to know he’d have a little one like them soon too. Fay opened the door and Camilo noticed that he didn’t even pull out a key. “You don’t lock your door?” “I do,” Fay stated. “When Otter hears the car, he unlocks it. Not that we really need to lock it… We don’t have neighbours.” It was true, they basically lived in a farm house on a pretty large plot of land, but cars still drove by so anyone could pull if they really wanted to. “Papaaaa!” Katie called as she waddled down the hall to Fay. “Papaaa!” “Ooh, my little kitten.” Fay lifted her up. “Where’s your Daddy?” “There!” She pointed to the stairs. “Taking a nap, is he?” Fay turned back towards Camilo. “With Rheni around, Dari’s had more time to sleep. As unfortunate as the circumstances are, it’s been very helpful having Rheni around. He’s great with the kids.” Camilo nodded silently. “Where is he?” “Kitten, where’s uncle Rheni?” Fay asked his daughter and she pointed to the kitchen. They followed her directions and found Rheni there with the rest of the children drawing. When Otter saw Camilo coming, he smiled and got up off his chair. “Uncle Camilo!” All the children got excited and went to go see Camilo, but Rheni froze in his chair when he heard the name. He put down the crayon he was holding, and turned his head. Camilo was trying to greet all the kids but he looked up and met Rheni’s eye, making him pause. Fay rounded up the children. “Papa wants to talk to you. Let’s go to the living room.” He patted Camilo’s shoulder before escorting the children out. “Hey,” Camilo stated, rubbing his arm. Rheni blinked. “Camilo. I…” He looked him over, fixating on his stomach. “…My god… I’m so sorry…” Camilo nodded. “I know… I listened to your voicemails… Um… I’m ready to talk.” Rheni got up and pulled out a chair quickly. Camilo came over and sat down beside him. “Syd’s back. I saw them,” Camilo said. “They think they can prove you’re the father.” “Cam, I don’t need you to prove anything,” Rheni said. “I was an idiot. I should have just—” Camilo put up a hand. “We’re going to prove it. I need you to understand that. It’s for you. It’s for me. It’s for our child.” Rheni nodded quickly. “Okay.” “Syd needs you too... You know,” Camilo checked that the kids weren’t around and handed him a cup. “Ejaculate in this.” “Oh.” Rheni looked at the container. “Um, okay. Whatever you want.” “I still need you to understand.” Camilo rubbed his knees. “I’m not ready to take you back.” Rheni was disheartened a little. “…Oh.” “You really hurt me,” Camilo said. “This pregnancy hasn’t been easy. I’ve been miserable and I’ve had to do it alone. I needed you with me through it but I didn’t have you. Before you tell me I was the one who left, you made it uncomfortable for me to be around you. I needed your support but you weren’t there.” “I want to be there for you,” Rheni said. “I’m still sorry. I didn’t want you to leave. I was insecure.” “I’m still not ready.” Camilo placed a hand on Rheni’s arm. “When I’m ready, I’ll come back. I still love you. But I don’t like you very much right now.” Rheni nodded. “I understand… Are you doing okay though? How’s the baby?” “I’m okay… Marcita’s moved in to help me,” Camilo stated. “She knows best, you know?” “Of course. A professional.” Rheni looked down. “And the baby?” “She’s okay. Started to feel some kicks and stuff…” Rheni looked up at Camilo. “She?” “Hm?” Camilo blinked and then realized what he said and blushed. “Yeah.” Rheni lit up. “We’re having a little girl?” Camilo nodded. “It’s not a big deal… And anyway, they could end up trans.” “You’re right, you’re right…” Rheni smiled. “I just can’t help feeling a little warm inside…knowing that much more about her. Do you have name ideas?” Camilo shook his head. “Do you want to do it or can we do it together?” Rheni asked. “…Maybe together.” Camilo rubbed the back of his neck. “I just… I wish we knew your background. We could draw names from your culture.” Rheni looked down solemnly. “Yeah… But, I mean, Venezuelan names are really elegant. I’d be happy with anything Spanish, I think.” Camilo smiled a bit. “Yeah?” “Yeah. We can name her Pablo.” “That’s a boy’s name.” “Gender is a construct.” Camilo chuckled. “You’re right.” Rheni grinned. “I made you laugh.” Camilo huffed. “You did not.” “I did too. You chuckled.” “Barely.” “You’re so cute when you laugh.” Camilo got up and straightened his clothes. “I’m gonna go.” “Aw, come on, Cam…” Rheni got up too and took his arm. “Stay for a bit. Hang out with the kids and me.” “I only planned to talk to you and I did that so I’m ready to go.” “Talk to me some more. I’m making dinner tonight. I’m supposed to make salmon. I don’t know how. It’ll be lit.” Camilo smirked. “I’m pregnant. I can’t really have fish…” “Dari’s pregnant too.” “With fish babies.” “Cannibalism. Crazy right?” “Different species. We eat other mammals. That’s not cannibalism.” Rheni sighed and let go of Camilo’s arm to put his hands together. “Love of my life. I will make you your very own salad aaand…grilled cheese if you agree to stay here one more hour.” “Grilled cheese… That’s so tempting.” Camilo shook his head. “But I have homework. And Marcia made cachapas. I gotta go home, Rheni. I’m sorry.” “Okay, okay…” Rheni sighed. “But cachapas? Over my grilled cheese?” Camilo shook his head. “I know… But cachapas are my favourite. And you should start on that seafood.” At that time, Dari came waddling down the stairs sleepily with Zoe over his shoulder. He saw Camilo in the kitchen and came over. “…Cam? Morning… Or, uh, evening.” “Hi, Dari. How are you?” “Exhausted.” Camilo nodded. “I feel you.” “I’m making salmon tonight,” Rheni stated. Dari shrugged. “Yay. More fish. Can’t get enough fish… Always fish in this family…” He waddle away, clearly too tired to really pay them much mind. Fay came back from the living room and smiled at the pair. “I didn’t hear yelling. I assume it went well.” “Think so…” Camilo smiled. “I’m ready to go though.” “Okay. Let’s go,” Fay said patting his head. Camilo turned back to Rheni and touched his arm. “I’ll see you later.” Rheni smiled. “Okay. I love you.” Camilo nodded and followed Fay out.

#lore #Camilo #Rheni #Fay #trans preg #transman #slime man

[misfitsluug]

just listen to my voice | kritz

uhh this story is kinda old, so im sorry if it sucks; also kritz (kryoz nd fitz) is an underrated ship change my mind. i wanna upload more but im very slow with writing so im gonna upload an old story i wrote a while back lmao,,

anyways, hopefully it’s good! jus a reminder there’s some heavy subjects like, right off the bat so if your uncomfortable, then don’t read it! thank you, and have fun reading :•)

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cam.

The best way to start off the first night of summer vacation is when your Dad decides to kick you out of the house, again. "Fuck you, too," I muttered angrily to myself, kicking a rock that rolled onto the road beside me.

Usually, I don't come till he calls me, telling me about how pissed he is at me for staying out too late. I find it unfair, but I don't say much about it.

Anyway, I head down my favorite diner, my music blasting through my ears and my backpack slung around my left shoulder.

The night breeze hitting my face, the sky sprinkled with tiny stars while the lights from cars and stores passed by.

Once I finally approached the diner, I opened the door with a swing as the bell rang above me. I sat down at a booth next to the window, taking a peek through the menu in front of me.

"Hey, welcome to Nancy's finest wines and dines," The boy in front of me said, I took out one of my earbuds and smiled up at him.

He had blonde bleached hair with brown strips here and there with different moles scattered on his pale face; I took a glance at his name tag.

"Dahlia?" I asked, he chuckled awkwardly. "My name isn't actually Dahlia if your wondering, just covering a shift for a buddy. You can call me John," He replied, pausing as he looked down at the table. "Oh, uhm- you're looking through a kid's menu."

"Huh?" I looked down as well before realizing he was right. "Well, it's pretty late. Can't blame myself I guess."

"Alright, well, lemme fetch you a different menu. Unless you prefer your little kids' menu with crayons?"

"I'll keep the crayons," I grabbed the crayons and managed to make John laugh again. "Okay, I'll be right back."

I watched John walk behind the counter, reaching underneath to pull out a bigger menu and walking back to me. "Do you actually want something to eat?"

"Nah, in all honesty, I just wanted to order a coffee."

"Couldn't you have said that before?"

"Yeah but I'm an asshole like that," I stated, he rolled his eyes and smiled, leaving without a word. I had to admit though, he was pretty cute.

After a couple of minutes, he came back with a mug of coffee and a small bowl of coffee creamers. "Here ya go, uhm.."

"Cameron, Cam for short if you want."

"Here ya go, Cam," He restated, placing everything down before sitting down. "Since your my only customer tonight, tell me more about youself. I'm curious."

"So am I," I retorted, pouring creamer into the coffee.

"Ooh, very mysterious," He said intrigued.

"Maybe," I winked at him.

"Maybe?" He giggled, only making me laugh a bit too.

"You are beautiful," I muttered, slightly blown away at how this conversation is playing out.

"Really? I find that quite doubtful."

"Really? I find what you said quite doubtful," I repeated. "So, Dahlia-"

"It's John."

"What're you doing later?"

"Probably goin’ home, why?"

"Just wondering, gonna head down the train tracks tonight. A little adventure mind you," I explained, a small grin plastered on my face.

"Adventure?" John inquired. "Shouldn't you be going home? It's pretty late."

"Huh, never took you for goody-two-shoes. My dad kicked me out again and I ain't going back yet so might as well entertain myself," I added, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hm, I'm interested, but what if I don't have any fun on your adventure?"

"That solely depends on you, doesn't it? Plus, I'm pretty good at having fun, maybe more than you if you're so worried about me staying out too late."

"Sounds like a challenge."

"If that's what you want it to be," I dared with a grin.

"Well, my shift ends in a couple of minutes. Mind waiting for a little?"

"I've got all the time in the world, honey," I reassured, John opened his mouth to say something but the man inside the kitchen coughed loudly, catching his attention as he stood up awkwardly.

"As you can see, I should be on my way. Before I go, do you not want anything else?"

"Nah, go ahead and do your job, Dahlia," I joked, John shot a non-threatening look while walking away. I smiled again, the hot rush of the coffee racing down my throat.

I popped my earbud back into my ear, spacing out with my coffee in my hands. After maybe, 20 minutes, I silently glanced behind me a while later, a pair of red doors opened and John walked out without his uniform. He wore a yellow, red and blue hoodie with white ripped jeans. "Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," I replied, standing up from the table, turning off my music and putting my phone away inside my backpack, leaving the diner behind.

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Silence filled the night air; the sound of leaves, sticks, and dirt crunching underneath us while walking through the forest. "Have you been here before?"

"No, I heard about there being abandoned apartments down nearby the train tracks, thought that I might as well check it out tonight," I answered, John nodded. "What about your backpack?"

"Eh, just full of spray paint."

"You know you could be arrested for that?"

"As long as I don't get caught."

"Good point," John answered. We chatted a bit more until finding the train tracks. "Finally, Jesus Christ."

"We still gotta walk more, you do realize that?"

"Yeah well, at least we found your dumbass train tracks," John grumbled.

"You know, you never told me why your Dad kicked you out. You don't gotta tell me but I'm just curious."

"He does that often, it's honestly a habit. He's technically my foster Dad," I continued, I chose not to go into detail. "I dunno, I love him but he can kiss my ass."

"Oh, sorry about that," John mumbled.

"Appreciate it," I answered, it wasn't anything uncomfortable for me to talk about. At some point, a building peered over the trees and as soon as we got closer, we were already there.

"Wow, it looks kinda beautiful."

"Yeah, it does," I agreed, stepping closer to the the apartments, admiring the art scribbled upon the grey walls as I opened up my backpack and pulled out my light pink spray paint, writing my signature (just the word Cam).

"Woah, can I try?" John asked, I nodded and he scrambled through my backpack, after a while, he finally pulled out a blue spray can. "You can do it, Dahlia!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cam," He sneered but I laughed in response, watching him try to write on the wall. "Here, lemme help you," I offered, I put my hand on his as I assisted him with the can, letting him write in his signature. "There you go, told you I'm obviously better at having more fun."

"I gotta admit, that was pretty sick."

"You sure you're up for this?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you said 'that was pretty sick' but I don't want you to end up getting sick," I teased, John fake-laughed in response.

"Whatever, douche," John insulted, painting more weird scribbles and I joined him. Our laughter was the only thing heard beside the sound of wind and crickets chirping. We painted all over the wall, covering other people's drawings in the process too.

John painted an extremely detailed penis, making the both of us laugh until a snap was heard in the distance.

"Cam?" John inquired, I was still laughing a bit before responding.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Uhh, no. Why, what'd you hear?" I asked again, then a much harsher voice shouted.

"WHO'S THERE?!" It shouted, I knew that tone anywhere as I immediately grabbed John by his hand and my backpack, scurrying out as the policeman shouted at us.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" John repeated, his words laced with anxiety.

"We'll be fine, calm down," I spoke, still running until we lost the man in the forest.

We both took deep breaths, leaning against a tree. "I'm-I'm never going another adventure with you again."

"Trust me, you are," I raised my brow with a grin, he huffed and cupped his face. "Jesus fuck, that was terrifyingly delightful."

"Exactly why your gonna wanna go on another adventure one day."

"Fuck off," He spat, I felt a buzz run through my backpack as I grabbed my phone. "Hey, Dad," I sighed, rubbing my head. "Yeah, I'll get home soon- I know. No, I'm not with anybody. Okay, bye.," I hung up.

"What was that about?" John requested.

"Ah, just Dad yelling at me that I gotta go home," I spoke, looking down at my phone again. "It's 12:05 am."

"Oh fuck," John murmured, looking back at me anxiously, I could tell just by glancing at him that he wanted to leave. "C'mon, let's go," I began to walk again, John silently followed me as we reached the town. Almost nobody was outside, therefore most of the stores were completely off and the sound of two cars is heard in the silence; it felt like a ghost town.

We walked without saying a word, only appreciating our company until I broke the silence. "You know, out of the couple times I've gone to Nancy's, I've never seen you. Did you just start working there?"

"Yeah, Mom wanted me to get a job and that's the only place where they'd actually accept me, I guess," John answered. "Or at least, that's the only job that I applied for."

I laughed a little, my cheeks hurting from smiling.

Then we were silent again once we reached the small complex of apartments along the street, I could tell he's never been here before; we stopped in front of the entrance where a tall fence stood.

"Will I see you again? Back at the diner, I mean."

"Depends on when you want me there, honey," I said, winking at him as he silently smiled but I noticed the small tint of blush on his cheeks, however, I didn't mention it.

"Here, I have an idea," I remarked, pulling out a napkin and crayon from the diner. "Does it involve you giving me your number?"

"Yes it does, what I charmer I am. Right?" I said jokingly, handing him the napkin. "Whenever you wanna see me, when your shift is over or whatever, call me. Not like I'm busy."

"Hey, when your Dad called, why'd you tell him that you were alone?"

"Eh, just a habit. He assumes whenever I'm out with somebody, I end up doing drugs but I don't."

"Oh, well. I'll chat with you soon, Cam. Thanks for the adventure," John said as he stepped back.

"Au revoir," I spoke in French while bowing down fancily, listening to Johns giggle as he walked away.

I forgot the code to get inside the complex so I just hopped over the fence, my mind still thinking about John.

I just wish I hadn't gotten attached so quickly.

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#kritz #kryoz x fitz

[dont-doubt-dopple]

The Pickup

A/N: Thank you to the one Anon that helped jumpstart this idea. I might decide to expand on this later if I feel like it or there’s enough interest but for now it’s staying a one shot. Regardless, enjoy!

The first thing that happened when Brian entered the Daycare was a juice box splattering above his head. Wasn’t expecting it, but it happened. Then again, it wasn’t his kid he was even picking up. Delirious hadn’t given him ANY warning when he was asked to pick up John from Pre-K. Well, he was told to bring a cup to protect his … you know … but he was sure he was joking! Now he kinda wishes that he took it seriously.

“SMITTY I TOLD YOU NOT TO YEET THE DRINK!!” Brian turned toward the sound a voice. A frazzled man, about his age, with a neon tank top covered in paint splatters and substances the Irishman didn’t even want to speculate on. If he remembered right, Del said the guy’s name was … Brick? No, Brock. It was Brock, and he was a goddamn mess. He was clinging to one child with … a literal leash while another slept in his arms and a third clung to his leg.

“You need help?” Brian asked, trying to make his way across the room. It was hard, considering everywhere he turned there was either a kid or a lego.

“Um … no, no thanks. I’ve got this under control I think.” He stammered out, before turning toward another kid. “ERIC TAKE THE HELMET OFF!!”

“I’M SWAGGER!” The boy by the crayons replied. He was wearing a metal medieval style helmet.

“Well then, SWAGGER take the helmet off!”

“Never!!”

“Yeah, well, if you don’t need help than you definitely need a shot.” Brian teased.

“More like five.” The kid attached to the leash pulled free of Brock’s grip. He had started running around the room when Brian dove for the leash and grabbed him before he could get too far.

“Uncle Brian!!” John yelled, hopping on the man’s back. “Where are we gonna eat?!”

“That depends on you.” Brian said, trying to hand the leash back to Brock. “You want McDonalds or Wendy’s?”

“Chili’s!!” John giggled, falling to the floor. Brian looked a Brock for an explanation, but all he got was the word ‘Memes’ mouthed to him. Another boy walked up to Brian. This one had a pink sweatshirt and brown blond dyed hair.

“Hi!” He beamed. “I’m Toby! John says you’re good at voices. Can you do one?”

Brian nodded, before clearing his throat. “It is NOT a TUMOR.” He said in his terminator voice. Toby giggled before heading over to the kid on the leash, who had at least calmed down. He was sitting on the floor playing with some blocks with another girl.

“You know,” Brock commented. “You’re really good with kids. If you want to help, we’re always hiring.”

“I’m actually looking for a job right now, so maybe I will. Do you need my number or are you going to give me yours?”

Brock giggled. “I’m giving you the company’s number.” He handed Brian a business card, that had the daycare logo printed nice and vibrant on the one side. “My number comes next. Just tell them Brock recommended you, and you should be set.”

“Thanks. And I’m Brian. I think I forgot to mention that.” He threw Brock a wink, before gesturing to John. The boy took his hand, and the two went to leave.

“Hope to see you soon, Brian!!” Brock called out just as the other was out the door. Brian turned his head and flashed one last smile before leaving the daycare center. Brock smiled. God, he was so gay. He’d just have to survive this first. “CAM STOP TRYING TO PUT EZRA IN THE TRASH!!”

“IT’S WHERE HE BELONGS!!”

#banana bus squad #terrormoo #terroriser #moo snuckel #moo #terrornuckel #fanfic #dopple work #bbs

[zrtranscripts]

Season 7, Mission 3: Mr. Brightside

Separation anxiety

SAM YAO: Okay. Jody, Five, Janine's evacuating the peace conference. The Last Riders took off in their big rig after you blew the World's End barrier. How's it at your end?

JODY MARSH: The water's gone down a bit, but we're still marooned. We turned Chelsea into a lake, and me and Five are stuck on a concrete pillar in the middle of it.

SAM YAO: Yeah, I can see you on the cams. Uh, well, you could try swimming.

JODY MARSH: Through zombie-infested waters? Wait, can you hear that?

[boat engine runs]

BRENT VALMONT: Ahoy, Abel runners!

SAM YAO: Is that - is that Brent Valmont? In the speedboat from Moonraker?

BRENT VALMONT: Samuel! Yes, it is. Sorry, I hope you don't mind me hopping on your comms channel. And talking of - Jody, Five, hop on board.

JODY MARSH: What are you doing here?

BRENT VALMONT: Well, rescuing you. Also recruiting you for a mission that's conveniently en route. Hang on, I haven't quite got the hang of driving this thing yet. Roger Moore made it look deceptively easy.

SAM YAO: Wait, what mission?

BRENT VALMONT: One that concerns you, actually, Sam. I would have used ANNIE, only the old girl's not quite herself at the moment. You wouldn't have any clue what's up with her, would you?

SAM YAO: Uh, no. Haven't heard anything.

BRENT VALMONT: Oh well. I'll get to the bottom of it eventually. But in the meantime, I've tracked down some files that might be useful. I think they'll tell us what happened to some of the missing immune women, including your sister, Sam.

SAM YAO: Oh. Yeah, thank you.

BRENT VALMONT: Think nothing of it.

JODY MARSH: Have you heard anything, Sam?

SAM YAO: No. Her name was on Sigrid's books, but I talked to all the women we rescued from the serum factory, and none of them had met a Nicky Yao. She was always tough, though. If anyone survived, it'd be her.

BRENT VALMONT: Well, we may learn something to our advantage today. Here we are. Abel runners, dry land.

JODY MARSH: Dry-ish. It's dead muddy!

SAM YAO: Also the boat engine's attracted a bunch of zoms. I mean, you do have the cure.

BRENT VALMONT: But what's the point of getting cure side effects when we can get some fresh air instead? Don't worry, I have a plan. And like all my plans, it's both daring and fun!

JODY MARSH: Then let's run!

BRENT VALMONT: What's that up ahead I see? Could it be the Little Venice canal colony? Why yes, it could.

JODY MARSH: Oh, it's pretty, isn't it? All those barges roped together with multi-colored shacks on top of them.

SAM YAO: Like a sort of low-budget British Waterworld.

BRENT VALMONT: More importantly, they're in possession of a certain object my plans require. Although I was expecting a welcome by now, especially once they spotted your T-shirt, Runner Five. They're tremendous fans.

JODY MARSH: Uh, the lights don't seem to be on anywhere. You sure it's still inhabited?

BRENT VALMONT: It was a week ago. Let's try looking on one of the boats.

[door creaks open]

JODY MARSH: Oh, it's a primary school! Tiny tables with tiny chairs and crayon drawings on the wall. But no kids.

BRENT VALMONT: This drawing's you, Five! But really, your ears aren't that big.

JODY MARSH: Look, blood stains on the floor. What happened here?

BRENT VALMONT: Attack by another colony. Strategic retreat now the Ministry can't guarantee their borders. Zoms. Distribution of the cure has been slapdash since Sigrid's demise.

SAM YAO: Guys, you've got zoms coming up the canal path. You need to get out.

BRENT VALMONT: Just let me grab this little fellow. [rodent squeaks] He's a key part of my plan.

JODY MARSH: Um, that's a chinchilla, the class pet. Why do you need a chinchilla?

BRENT VALMONT: All the best plans do, don't they, my little one? Yes, they do! All right, come on! Let's get out of here before those zoms eat him. And us.

SAM YAO: And you're zom-free. You lost them in IKEA, ironically.

JODY MARSH: Uh, that looks like a station at the end of the road. We could get a train the rest of the way!

BRENT VALMONT: Yes, you could. If the trains were running, which they're not. Not since you took down Sigrid.

JODY MARSH: Over there, Five, can you see? People are living in the trains.

SAM YAO: Oh yeah. There's washing hanging out of the rusty windows. And oh look! Someone's sunbathing on the roof. [laughs]

BRENT VALMONT: Did you meet that Colonel Sage at the peace conference? He's an interesting chap. Lots of theories about how societies break down, and more importantly, rebuild.

JODY MARSH: He's the guy Ellie went to work with. He was the only one standing up for Janine at the conference.

BRENT VALMONT: We need people like him to get through this, or we'll all end up living in broken-down trains that are going nowhere.

[metallic banging]

SAM YAO: What the hell is that?

JODY MARSH: An alarm. The people are rushing back to the trains and closing metal shutters on the windows. Are you sure we lost those zoms?

SAM YAO: Uh, yeah. I'm trying to see what spooked them, but they just keep looking toward - ah. No, I get it. It's not a zom alarm. It's a people alarm. They're hiding from you.

[child cries]

JODY MARSH: It's okay! We're harmless!

BRENT VALMONT: Hmm, they don't seem convinced. Let's hide behind that rhododendron ponticum until they calm down. [foliage rustles] Now here, Alejandro. Have a little nibble. [ALEJANDRO squeaks]

JODY MARSH: You've called the chinchilla Alejandro?

SAM YAO: Bugger. That alarm's attracted quite a large group of zoms. You'd better get out of there fast.

SAM YAO: Okay, guys. You've crossed the boundary into Edgeware. Wait, are those - are those Welsh flags on the buildings?

BRENT VALMONT: The Edgeware Dragons are a Welsh separatist colony. All right, before we go further, let's hide behind this statue of Owain Glyndŵr. You lot aren't terribly popular here.

JODY MARSH: What have we ever done to them?

BRENT VALMONT: Everything bad that ever happened, according to Sigrid. They were one of her closest allies. Very keen on law and order, this lot. Look over there. That underpass leads straight to Sigrid's facility. That's where you'll find the files.

SAM YAO: There's a checkpoint. Armed guards.

BRENT VALMONT: That's where Alejandro and I come in. When you hear the word "backdated," make a run for it.

JODY MARSH: But what are you - ? Nope. He's gone.

SAM YAO: Um, he's waving his chinchilla cage at the armed guards. Is that sensible?

BRENT VALMONT: Hello, friends!

GUARD: Mr. Valmont, nice to see you again. If you show us your paperwork, you can walk right through.

BRENT VALMONT: Ah, yes. Slight problem. I'm afraid there's not just me that needs an entry visa. There's also this little chap. [ALEJANDRO squeaks]

GUARD: Gareth, come and look at this. He's only gone and brought a chinchilla.

GARETH: Oh dear. Still, if you fill in accompanied rodent pet form 23Z, then you'll be okay.

BRENT VALMONT: Good, yes. Only well, I have to confess, I did let him nibble on some rhododendron ponticum. He's got some on his fur. That's an invasive plant species, isn't it?

GUARD: Now that is a problem. Gwen, Aeronwen, come over here. I need some advice on what form to use.

BRENT VALMONT: We could always "backdate" 542E.

SAM YAO: That's it! That's it, guys! That's the signal! Run for that underpass!

BRENT VALMONT: Guys! Guys, can you hear me? Look, the guards are getting form 362Zβ, so I can talk. Are you through the underpass?

JODY MARSH: Right at the end. There's a door. It's not locked. [door creaks open] Five, can you find a light switch?

SAM YAO: What can you see? Is it Sigrid's facility?

JODY MARSH: Uh, looks like it. There's a big picture of her on the wall looking all noble and thoughtful and not all like a homicidal maniac.

SAM YAO: And the files?

JODY MARSH: Yeah. There's definitely something here, Sam. The cabinets are locked, but Five's jimmying them open.

[metal clatters]

SAM YAO: Is there, um... well, is there anything about immune people? Or where Sigrid sent my sister? Look, I was thinking like... well, maybe because she was quite good with numbers and stuff, she might have had a job somewhere.

JODY MARSH: There's a lot of names, but they're not filed alphabetically. Instead by "instruments of leverage." Each file is a person. This one's Gerald West but labeled "Romantic." It's got a photo and all these notes.

"Two sisters, one deceased, other estranged. Wife and boy. Boy asthmatic. Wife have an affair with D. C. Darby, ref. 44AZ." Oh. Romantic leverage!

SAM YAO: Huh. Well, we knew she was spying on people.

JODY MARSH: There's so much detail, though! "Allergic to penicillin. Strongly motivated by greed. Coulrophobia." That's the word for being afraid of clowns, isn't it?

SAM YAO: I think the word for that is "sane."

JODY MARSH: There must be thousands of files here, Sam! There could be something on your sister, but...

BRENT VALMONT: You haven't got time to find it, but according to my intel, there should be floppy disk copies of all the data. Why floppy disks, you might ask? I couldn't tell you.

JODY MARSH: You're right. They're in those boxes. If you take one, Five, I can carry the other.

BRENT VALMONT: Grab them and get out! You must have set off a hidden alarm. The locals here are sending a welcoming committee with guns - so more of an unwelcoming committee, really - anyway, get away from them, and meet me outside the eastern border.

SAM YAO: Run!

BRENT VALMONT: Ah, there you are! Boxes of disks in hand. Overall, a plan well-executed, I'd say.

JODY MARSH: Except we haven't got anything at Abel that reads floppy disks. Since we're not, you know, living in the 1980's.

BRENT VALMONT: Oh, I can take care of that. ANNIE might be on the blink, but I still have access to her hardware. We can go through these for you. I can't promise they'll contain information about your sister, Samuel, but they should be useful regardless.

JODY MARSH: No, they won't. We're not going to start blackmailing people or threatening them into joining us.

SAM YAO: No. We didn't get rid of Sigrid just to start doing things the way she did. Now that's not us.

BRENT VALMONT: Entirely understandable, but... there's a power vacuum at the heart of this country. If you don't fill it, there are plenty of other undesirables more than willing to do so. You didn't get rid of Sigrid just to replace her with another Sigrid either, did you?

JODY MARSH: No. That's why we held the peace conference!

BRENT VALMONT: But I'm afraid the peace conference failed, so maybe you should start thinking about what comes next. Here, take Alejandro back to Abel. [ALEJANDRO squeaks] With the way things are going, you're going to need all the friends you can get.

#zombies run #zrs7 #s7m3 #mr. brightside #zr transcript #zrs7 spoilers

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Another off head cannon

Everyone in the off universe (minus batter) has had some sort of correlation back to life in earth whether it's that specific character has had a life on earth or it was someone one of those characters knew. I also like to think of the zones as sanctuaries for those who had troubled lives (I will explain later).

Let's start off with zacharie. He is the traditional merchant but he lives in zone 1 despite the theme park and office in zone 2. He had a back story of child abuse from his father for being different. His father resembled Dedan. Zacharie lives in alma because it's so hard for people to find anyone or anything in there so he can hide from his "dad" (probably why alma is so maze like or easy to get lost in). He's also different because he lived life with autism or liked to live in his imagination hence the mask, the possibility of him being the knight who slew the toad king, and weird mannerisms.

Dedan is the way he is because of his actions in life, he was harsh, had an unhappy marriage, a strange child, and anger issues. He probably grew up with a straight forward life style or around a bad family and got accustomed to the dark and crude ways of life so early on hence the swearing and violent tendencies.

Japhet was a small parrot that lived in either a small book shop or library and that is why he loves reading so much. He always had life his way as he was a spoiled bird and had learned such a wide vocabulary from listening in on others reading. He had also listened in on stories of myth and fabel which is why japhet became a fire bird. He also loves puzzles hence why there ARE SO MANY IN ZONE 2 OH GOD WHY

(In game spoilers)Enoch was that weird, chubby kid that loved sweets so much. He used to say that it was his life's goal to eat the sickly substance that was chocolate. He also ended up working at a bakery as he got older which led to Enoch promising cakes towards the end of off. He also became addicted to either drugs or sugar (you can choose) which is why he also makes sugar in such a sketchy way in off, kind of like breaking bad or your local drug dealer. I also like to think he had some mental illness with how twisted zone 3 is.

(Also kinda spoilers)The queen was a woman who couldn't have children due to infertility or disease. I say this because of how she rarely holds Hugo in the game when you go through the room. Like she doesn't know how to treat children or raise them.

Hugo was the smart, weird kid in the back of class. He knew how to write and speak quite well at the early age and loved to live in his imagination as well. He knew how to draw quite well but died at an early age. So his only accomplishments were the basic walking, talking, potty trained, and knew how to hold a crayon.

The elsens were all people troubled with anxiety and fear when they died. Their heads explode because of some overload whether from anxiety or sensory overload. The pastel burnts are the intelligent people with these problems.

Batter, well. He didn't have a story. I thought of him as someone who caused others trouble in his life if he ever had one.

(Spoilers)The puppeteer, they were the one over looking the land, protecting it from evil when the ambiguously evil batter came along and said he was here to "purify" the land and needed help. Or is the creator of this land as they had schizophrenia and imagined this land as if it were a real thing. I also like to think of Sucre as being the puppeteer as they are hidden away and have mental and/ or social problems of sorts. Plus those little string dummy dudes. That or the queen with how manipulative she is.

I like to think of the zones (minus zone 3 and maybe the room) as sanctuary because it was there to protect them from the memories and troubles of their past lives and the guardians there to keep the inhabitants calm and collected. And the lurking danger of the protagonist is what brings their troubles back, that and the spectres are beings usually banished to the void of the nothingness(sort of like hell) and have come to wreak havoc.

The reason the batter cam travel between the banished land and the zones is because his mission is from some sort of evil or demonic being kind of like that disembodied voice in the very beginning of the game telling you to make sure the mission is complete.

Idk I've just been thinking about this the past few days and just. Yeah.

#i need to get out of my imagination #sorry #head cannon #zacharie off #off game #off #off mortis ghost #Enoch #dedan #japhet #the queen #vader eloha #Hugo #the batter #elsen #puppeteer #sugar #sucre

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*Gives you the Hades-Pluto kid stare*

#hazel levesque #pjo hazel #hazel pjo #hazel hoo #heros of olympus #Percy Jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #rick riordan #cam eats crayons

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Arts and crafts with the boys (aka Benny eating crayons). Cam showing Benny what he learned at school ❤️Bundled up to go outside because why isn’t it spring yet! Fun visit with Gogo. Nebulizer time for wheezy Benny.

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Ship meme for Tally/Cas, Stella/Ryder, Brynn/Abel, Liana/Evan,

Tally/Caspian:

How did they they meet? Auradon University, when Tally was assisting in tours for the school.

Who developed romantic feelings first? Probably Caspian. He was just a little shit a first but then realized “aww shit, so this is love.”

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Demi is pretty into it.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? I feel like Caspian kissed her one day just being the little shit that he is, chasing her around and teasing her and he ended up kissing her.

Who confessed their feelings first? Probably Tally. Cas would have goofed around, but it takes a lot for him to actually admit he has feelings.

What was their first official date? I feel like Caspian took her to the beach. He loves the water and probably had a picnic planned. Not some big romantic one, there was probably just PB&J because god forbid he put effort into much, but still.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? I feel like they’re all for it. Convincing Melody to go along with it though? Pfft. 

What do they do in their down time? Bow chicka wow wow.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? Awkward. Very, very awkward. Captain Hook’s kid, from the isle, meeting Aurora and Prince Phillip? ...rut roah.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? It was probably over Caspian being an asshole to Melody. He doesn’t really know when enough is enough, so he just keeps going and going until he’s gone too far. But I feel like if he truly apologized to Melody, Tally would be okay.

Which one is more easily made jealous? Caspian can get very, very jealous because he’s extremely insecure.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Chocolate.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? Tally probably. It took Caspian a while to be okay with cuddling because he wasn’t one for any physical affection besides making out and being sexual. But he cuddles because Tally enjoys it. He just cuddles her however they end up.

Are they hand holders? He wasn’t at first, but after a while, yes.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? I feel like it doesn’t take very long. Once they finally admit they have feelings for each other, they’re all over each other.

Who tops? I feel like they fight over it.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? I feel like they don’t really fight often and when it is, it’s because Caspian is being an asshole.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Tally. Caspian is all about the junk food and they would never eat healthy otherwise.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Tally. Caspian is a disaster.

Who proposes? Caspian, in a rare moment of pure sweetness.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? Separate. ...mainly because Melody, who would be maid of honor, tries to stay clear of Caspian. She can play nice, but she still isn’t a fan. Plus her working with Kali? HA. Forget about it.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Melody would be maid of honor (horror in Cas’s words) and Kali as best (wo)man. ...that would be one interesting wedding. And there would be so many bridesmaids and groomsmen.

Big Ceremony or Small? Big. There is no small in Tally and Caspian’s world.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Yes, somewhere tropical. Probably a cruise, because Cas loves boats. (His dad is a pirate...what do you expect?)

Do they have children? How many? Yes. Yes, yes, yes. So many kids running around everywhere. ...probably like...five. Cas loves kids.

Stella/Ryder:

How did they they meet? Stella set the apartment building on fire. Ryder scooped her up fireman style and carried her out.

Who developed romantic feelings first? Stella

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Tayuh, absolutely. And she teases them about it all the time.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? I feel like it was after their first date, and Ryder just wanted to do things the right way.

Who confessed their feelings first? Ryder

What was their first official date? Ryder took her to the pier and the arcade and won her a teddy bear.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? They’re all for it.

What do they do in their down time? Make good use of the on call room at the hospital, I’m sure.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? Interesting. Ryder’s parents still treat him like a little kid even though he’s a full grown adult, so they don’t really take the relationship seriously at first. Which makes Ryder angry. And they didn’t meet Stella’s parents, but her brother scared the shit out of him.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? Probably Ryder doing something stupid during a fire and getting injured.

Which one is more easily made jealous? Stella

What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Anything besides hospital food.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? Ryder is a super cuddler. Very touchy feely. His personal favorite is spooning.

Are they hand holders? Yes

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Who tops? Stella

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? I feel like they don’t fight very often. Ryder is very easy going and doesn’t like arguing so he just goes with the flow. ...except when he’s told what to do, so she probably told him not to do something and he did it anyways, like running into a burning building after Tayuh and almost getting smooshed with her.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? They both do. Ryder isn’t the best cook out there, but he makes do.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Stella

Who proposes? Ryder

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? Joined

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Alec would be best man. He’s his buddy. And Cam for maid of honor. I feel like most of the 9-1-1 bbs would be in each others wedding though.

Big Ceremony or Small? Small-ish. Just the important people there.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Yes. I can see them going around Europe.

Do they have children? How many? I can see them having two kids, as scared as they would be to be parents.

Brynn/Abel:

How did they they meet? Kindergarten. Brynn stole his green crayon and he loved her after that.

Who developed romantic feelings first? Abel, that little puppy dog.

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Liana.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? Under the slide at recess in the third grade, after Brynn pushed him off the slide and said he had cooties, but then she pulled him under there, kissed his boo-boo knees, and then his lips because “shh...I had my cootie shot.”

Who confessed their feelings first? Abel did.

What was their first official date? Eighth grade dance. Abel brought her flowers and everything, even though her parents just glared at him the whole time.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? Considering you can’t find Brynn without Liana and vice versa, they kind of need to be okay with it.

What do they do in their down time? ...lovenugget, our couples are hornballs.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? Brynn adores Abel’s parents and vice versa. She knows how to charm just about anyone. But when Abel meets Brynn’s parents? Forget about it. It’s a disaster.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? ...but why do they need to fight? Can they just not? They just love each other and Abel is a little puppy and Brynn just falls all over him.

Which one is more easily made jealous? Brynn. She’s an extremely jealous person.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Spaghetti.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? They both equally love to cuddle, and as long as Brynn is in his lap she is happy.

Are they hand holders? Yes, yes, yes.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? I feel like they were dating a while, but mainly because they started dating so young? Like...they were at least sophomores by the time they finally slept together, and it was really sweet and adorable, and they planned it when Brynn’s parents weren’t going to be home, and he kept asking if she was okay the whole time and she cried, because how did she get so lucky to have such a cutie pie?

Who tops? At first, Abel does because Brynn is shy about her body. But as they get older and more experienced, forget about it. It’s however they land.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? NO FIGHT.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Brynn. She doesn’t allow Abel in the kitchen. Although, if we’re being real, they just go to Liana and Evan’s and let Evan do the cooking.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Brynn. Abel’s a hurricane.

Who proposes? Abel. And Brynn makes damn sure it’s perfect.

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? Separate.

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Evan is best man and Liana is Maid of Honor, hands down. And there’s so many people in that wedding.

Big Ceremony or Small? lol Brynn would never agree to a small wedding.

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Absolutely, probably to Greece or something. 

Do they have children? How many? Yessss. They have two. ...I think. ...it’s been a while.

Liana/Evan:

How did they they meet? School

Who developed romantic feelings first? Evan, but he keeps quite because fuckin’ Jake.

Who is their biggest “shipper?” Brynn

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? When Evan was wiping her tears away and they were snuggling after Jake was a jackass and Evan told her she was worth so much more than him.

Who confessed their feelings first? Evan

What was their first official date? I feel like Evan brought her to his house and cooked dinner for her and they just snuggled and watched movies after.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? B and Li are a packaged deal. Double dates are a must.

What do they do in their down time? Evan cooks for Liana and they just relax and snuggle.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? Awkward.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? It was before they were officially together and Evan was trying to tell Liana she was worth so much more than Jake. I feel like eventually they just apologized to each other and got over it.

Which one is more easily made jealous? I feel like its equal.

What is their favourite thing to get to eat? Anything Evan makes

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position? Both love snuggles. Any snuggles.

Are they hand holders? Yes

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? A while, because a) Liana needed to learn to trust and B) Evan was an awkward virgin. But it was sweet and romantic.

Who tops? Liana.

What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into? They don’t fight much. Evan is very reasonable and easy going and tries not to upset her. 

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Liana does the shopping, Evan does the cooking.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? Evan

Who proposes? Evan

Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate? Joined

Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids? Abel is best man, Brynn is maid of honor. I feel like that’s it.

Big Ceremony or Small? Small

Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where? Yes, I feel like they go to Disney. Evan would have never gone before, and Liana would want him to experience it.

Do they have children? How many? Two I think? Again, it’s been a while.

#answer: am #am: brabel #am: taspian #am: leven #am: Rella #dcampbellofrp

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@weareallgayhere

    "I don't wanna have that for dinner," said Noah, feeling quite ornery at the moment. "It's yucky, and I don't wanna go to that place you mentioned either! That place is dumb and I already told you that! So maybe Daddy should listen better...just sayin." Noah turned to walk away from Cameron and he stuck his tongue out at the older male over his shoulder. Noah went to the living room where his coloring book and crayons were out and Noah bent to start coloring again. He wasn't going to eat dinner until Cam came up with something better. Cause he was a little prince and the little prince said so.

#weareallgayhere #cameron 002

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This is how SoM went—

#percy jackson and the olympians #Annabeth chase #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo books #pjo series #percy jackson fanart #the bride and the ugly ass groom #i had to #cam eats crayons

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Baby Annabeth + big sissy <3

#thalia grace #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo annabeth #annabeth pjo #thalia pjo #pjo thalia #pjo #Annabeth and Thalia #HOW IS THAT NOT A TAG YET #riordanverse #cam eats crayons