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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hi idk if you’re requests are open but if so could you write a Nikki Sixx x reader where he confesses that he’s in love with the reader even though they have Ben like fighting. And the reason the have been fighting is because there both in rival bands. Idk man I just thought it was like cute lol

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 !

pairings! nikki sixx x fem best friend reader

word count! 1.8k

warnings! swearing (duh it’s nikki fucking sixx), mentions of sex (again… it’s a nikki sixx fic idk what the fuck you expect)

a/n! i kinda put my own spin on your request, i hope that’s good!! but guys I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE A NIKKI FIC FOR WAY TOO FUCKING LONG SO KEEP THEM REQUESTS COMING BC I NEED MORE OF MY SEXY ROCKSTAR. also can we talk about that photo???? looks can kill bc i am dead.

being in the rock scene as a woman is one of the hardest things to be conquered. or so, that's how it seemed. you couldn't go one day without being mistaken for some crazed groupie who was trying to sneak into the rehearsals. the rehearsals that were your very own, not some man's.

being the opener for mötley crüe was a new level of difficulty. when nikki sixx had asked you to fill in the position for their first world tour, you'd obliged, this gig possibly leaving you to the stardom you'd always desired. plus more time with the bassist boy who you'd had spent way too much time with in the past few years.

it started in '79 when you had just moved to the city of angels with your best friend who had already lived there a few months. when you arrived, she had a guy in her life who was living off her while in between bands. you thought this classified him as a jackass — or maybe she was just naive, but either way, it was a dick move. he ate all of your food, used all of the toilet paper, and had loud sex with your best friend all night long.

it was less than two months that you lived with the jackass before your best friend kicked him out. she had accused him of cheating which you found insane at the time, only to find truth behind that statement the more you got to know the sleazy bastard.

so, for some reason you found yourself at his band london’s show that same week. he spotted you instantly and ever since then — the two of you became an item. not the kind you think, but the kind that would kill the rest of the world for one another. the kind that had so much unspoken sexual tension but never once acted on it. too scared to ruin the relationship between the both of you. so here you were, nearly six years later, doing your hair to go out onstage to open up for his now national selling band.

"axl rose is a bad kisser, i'm just being honest." hannah, your vocalist, shrugged before applying her red lipstick in the mirror directly beside you and your hot roller set. the drummer snorted from the couch as she sipped on something that definitely wasn't water. "that's why you should have chose slash."

"it wasn't exactly a pick and choose, mila." hannah directed at the girl who balanced sticks in her hands before glancing down at you. "what about you y/n, who'd you fuck last night?"

"i left early. i went to the whisky with n-"

"with nikki," mila and hannah finished for you as you pursed your lips and took out your final curl. the two girls shared a look before their was a slight knock on the door. it opened before anyone could say a single thing though. speaking of the devil, nikki sixx stood their in all his glory. his cocky grin directed on his face, taking up the small parts you could see — his jet black dyed hair taking over the rest. he was tanned, probably because of the months in california he spent before the tour. his tanned and tattoo covered chest was wide opened, a jean vest hardly buttoned over him. he looked perfect, as per fucking usual.

"ladies!" he greeted simply with that grin of his. the two girls turned to face him, your eyes still stuck on yourself in the mirror as you started on your makeup. "nikki, you know we could have been naked." hannah spoke simply as her eyes glossed over you for a second before turning back to him, noticing his eyes also stuck on you. "well i knocked didn't i?"

"yeah, then you bolted in here." mila spoke teasingly as she messed around with her drumsticks. nikki glanced at the both of them for a second before turning back towards you, you not even giving him the light of the day. he knew what this was about, this was the very same reason he came to this dressing room.

it all started this morning when doc had ordered you to his office far too early — 9am. which for rockstar time is like 4am to a normal person. so, you went to his office tired and all, from nikki having you home at 4am rather a reasonable time. he had told you the basics of the rest of the tour and added in, as if it was no big deal, that nikki happened to head to your ex best friend's apartment after he dropped you off. because that's where he was that very morning when doc tried to contact him.

your ex best friend (the one nikki had dated that you roomed with) was a sore subject for you. nikki was the only one who truly knew what happeend. it was about a year after she kicked him out, she had crashed one of his mötley house parties that you were in attendance at. he thought it was hilarious at the time and didn't mind another hot girl in his house. but then when she noticed you, holy shit did she go psycho. you had realized later that she did this because she was jealous of you for nikki taking you under his wing, while she was the one who dumped the now successful rockstar.

there were screams of you being his slut who he would drop days later when he got bored of your "cunty behavior." then her saying something about fonzie and then pouring her drink all over your shirt. this kind of made nikki snap. he just went off, calling her a bitch and making her get out. it was the you finally realized nikki wasn't just some sleazy guy who you liked to hangout with. he was your best fucking friend.

so, the idea of him now fucking around with the girl who screamed in your face wasn't your ideal situation. "tommy has a new drum set he wanted to show you mila. and hannah..." nikki scratched the back of his neck as she finished his sentence. "i'm thirsty i'm gonna go get a drink."

"but you have a-" mila started only to get dragged by the arm with hannah's long fingernails out the door. nikki gave her a gracious smile as she shot him a wink and shut the door behind them. you acted innocent as you pampered the blush onto your face, noticing the man slowly making his way over towards you through the mirror. "y/n, babe-"

"i don't wanna hear it, nikki." you stated while you put away your blush and pulled out your eyeshadow palette. the long haired man sighed and pulled up the bench beside you climbing over it to face you. he was far too close to you, not that it bothered you. it's not like the two of you weren't used to being shoved against one another. but this was different. you knew he had spent the morning cuddled up with her. "pretty girl, i know you don't like carly. i know you can't stand her and neither can i-"

"-then why'd you spend the morning fucking off in her bed, sixx? if you hate her so much then stay away from her." you turned to face him, your faces inches apart. you could feel his breath on you as he sighed, placing his hand on your back. "i'm a sleaze, y/n. she wanted some and i was craving it so i went to her apartment. okay? i'm not proud of it," he dryly chuckled. "but i'm not proud of most of the things i do."

"you shouldn't be," you spoke as you brushed the eyeshadow over your eyelids and nikki bit down on his bottom lip. he couldn't process why this pained you so much, yeah he wished he could take it back but that was him. why did it hurt you? "babe, you're making it real difficult to apologize to right now."

you rolled your eyes before packing up some of your makeup and continuing on with your routine. he sat in silence for a moment while watching you, as if you were his favorite VHS tape that he would rewind a million times. even when he didn't understand you at times — he still was in admiration of you. everything about you amazed him. "stop looking at me."

"you make it so hard..." he paused his sentence in his twelve year old self before continuing, "when you look so fucking pretty." he expressed as he reached his hand toward, messing with the side of your tank top before making eye contact with you in the mirror. "nik?"

"hm?" he hummed as he leaned on his other hand, his eyes still locked on you in the mirror. "why? just, why? i know it wasn't just because you're 'sleazy'. you fucking hate carly and that's always enough to keep it in your pants."

nikki seemed shocked by your words but played it off with a dry laugh. the real reason was deep down and he knew it was there. he didn't want it to be there but it was, his friends reminded him of it every goddamn time you breathed. "cause..." he cleared his throat. "i'm a fucking maniac for you."

your head immediately turned towards him, your eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to have a smile of relief on his face. as if saying that cured cancer. "i've spent six years knowing you, craving you... and i thought for some fucked up reason if i fucked the girl that brought us together, i'd get over you miraculously. i realized how dumb it was the moment she was naked. because the only reason i ever fucked in that apartment was because i knew you were there. god," he paused to laugh and rub his face. "the first time i saw you, i thought carly was shit. you just... god, y/n. i fucking fell for you and i haven't stopped since then."

you couldn't believe your ears, you would have sworn your heart stopped at your best friend's words. your world stopped, that's for sure. probably when you shut him up and kissed him. it was a feeling you've desired for far too long. his chapped lips tasted so good against your own. and his little monologue tasted even fucking better. "even though you have a shit band, i want you to be my girl." nikki mumbled in between the kiss, making you slap his arm as he pulled away. the cocky grin was present on his face. "even though you have a shit band," you smirked. "i want to be your girl, nikki sixx."

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #need more nikki sixx fics #mötley crüe #motley crue #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars

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drawbauchery · 4 months

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I heard we were allowed out little conspiracies theories to be set into the wild, so I came running.

*Pulls out the little stool and conspiracy board again* Okay so

I’m thinking we have a SDR2 mind wipe on our hands. No one ever mentions the killing game. Like- ever. They stay away from Kiyo still, but that can just be chalked up to creepy-boiyo. And I’m pretty sure If any of them remembered Nagito they wouldn’t let him be near Kokichi, ever. (Two suicidal evil geniuses being together would create the most catastrophic thing known to man.) and well no one would be around Kokichi. Also, Kokichi doesn’t Lie. Like, ever. In-game he says that he hates lying, and we can guess if there wasn’t a killing game he wouldn’t lie, so…

But then we have the question of why they remember the tragedy… and to that I say they most likely believed they were in the tragedy itself, but they don’t remember any of the killing games. Now the real plot hole in this idea is Tsumugi. She specifically references Cos-pox as being a fake memory, and Kaede agrees. We also have Kiyo talking about the fake memories. Now, this is a problem for my little idea. Cospox and the fake memories are something only from the killing game of V3, and as someone previously mentioned Shuichi and presumably the others know Monokuma by name. My guess is they remember something like Team salmon mode or talent development plan, but not the killing game. It’s shown in those modes the V3 cast has the fake memories, and Tsumugi presumably has cospox.

Now, this explains why Mikan and Junko being around each other isn’t weird here. Neither one remembers the killing games. Or, the AI’s remember but aren’t telling anyone. I’m not sure which (I totally won’t make another ask about it haha)

now, this begs the question of why. And who? I think the former is easier to answer, but this is going to be shaky ground.

it might be that the recovery process toook a turn for the worse in the hospital. We never see anyone talk about what happened in the hospital flashbacks in the main AU, so I’m assuming those memories were wiped as well. Maybe someone found the old footage of the killing games and everyone relapsed, who knows. Point is, that took a turn for the very, very much worse here and someone decided that they needed to take further action to help everyone, so they placed everyone in an updated version of the neo world program, and messed with their memories.

as for who, I think I’ll need to see more of this AU before I can safely answer that. I have my suspiciousions, *cough cough future foundation cough cough* but I’ll leave them aside for now.

*as he says this final sentence, Shuichi comes onstage and drags him away*

Shuichi: I’m so sorry you had to sit through that, he gets carried away.

gonna throw a wrench in your theory by confirming that everyone remembers the killing games :3c the thing is, they're on a therapy trip. i thought they'd mentioned the games on the bus but if they haven't, it's because they're trying not to think about them. but check out the way certain people interact with each other. i think some of the relationships are more than enough to confirm they all remember something happened.

there's also the post about the relationships between the killers and their victims to cement this

there is. a nugget of truth in this theory though. not gonna say what it is though nslfksdnfs

#korekiyoshinguji-thekork #asks #bus au #theories

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clatoera · 1 year

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Let's talk about Annie Cresta.

What do you think of Annie as a character?

Do you think Annie volunteer or being reaped for her games?

What's about her condition after winning the games?

Headcanon post-Mockingjay?

Thank you 😊

Oh sweet Annie.

I think we don't know enough about her. Annie is a victor in her own right, and we do NOT know enough about her. All we get is notes on how crazy she is, and fortunately, the depth of how Finnick loves her. Finnick, the most sought after man in the Capitol, has deep incredible love for Annie. I want her story, I want to know who she was before her games, about her life in 4. I want more on Annie. I want to know all about her.

Annie Cresta, even her name is so nautical (Cresting waves?? like how cool is that).

I don't think she volunteered. 4 is a career district sometimes, not always I don't think (could be wrong, but I know in the films Haymitch described 1 and 2 as the Career Districts, so my info is from that right now). I think she was reaped but got very lucky. To me, I've always sort of wondered if arenas were designed with certain districts and tributes in mind. Katniss and the woods so much like her home district. Annie..and the flooding Arena. Annie won specifically because she was the strongest swimmer. Only someone from 4 was going to pull that off. We don't know enough about Annie to know what her "career volunteering" skill would be, which leads me to believe she was reaped and then her skill was something she could have only developed as a 4 girl.

Her condition after winning the games is trauma. PTSD with severe trauma. People say she went insane, that she went mad. I think she had severe, unresolved, and untreated PTSD. She saw her district partner Beheaded in front of her, and frankly that would traumatize anybody. She panics onstage at the reaping because she could relive that trauma. I think she actually is representative of the trauma of the victors. We don't talk enough about the trauma of Victors, and I think she represents the culmination of what could happen, what happens when it's not addressed and treated. These kids come out as Victors and are paraded around and treated like queens and kings...but no one acknowledges these kids just watched 23 people died. Theres no therapy or counseling to deal with trauma, and I think Annie represents a significant and severe case of PTSD. I actually think all of the Victors have PTSD. I think it's evident in Katniss, Annie, Finnick, and Haymitch especially, but I do think it extends to them all. I think Enobaria, Gloss, Johanna, etc etc etc...they have trauma from their own games but also from watching their own tributes go in and die year after year.

Noone comes out of the arena unscathed and I think Annie exists as a caricature of that trauma. Everyone is one more kill, one more loss, away from Annie's madness.

But like I said. I don't think she's insane. I think she is traumatized.

Post Mockingjay?

Annie is a widow and single mother to a very young child. I can't imagine that was easy for her. I think she was at very high risk of post partum depression, Post Partum anxiety, and even Post Partum Psychosis, and I hope she had the support somehow that she needs. She would desperately need the support.

I think she keeps up to date with Peeta, Katniss, and maybe Johanna/other surviving victors from 13. Especially Peeta and Katniss, we know from the letter and picture she sends of him. I think they do visits a few times a year. Exchange letters on their children. They watch Finnick's son grow up and make sure he knows how remarkable and brave his father was. They support Annie since he is not there to do so.

I think knowing her son now lives in a world without the games helps heal her. She will never watch her son go through what she and Finnick did.

Most of all, I hope Annie received mental health support. She now has added trauma of losing her husband in a terrible way, and living through a war. Not to mention the Capitol torture she witnessed and faced herself. Annie has extra trauma to process now. I hope she has guidance and counseling like Katniss/Peeta get. I hope she gets help. She deserves it. AND she would be able to recover and move forward with joy.

Annie Deserves that.

Thank you!

@curiousnonny

#thank yoU!#answered ask #Annie Cresta #post mockingjay #the hunger games #head canons #analysis #Finnick Odair/Annie cresta #finnick and annie

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mxnzies · 7 months

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NPMD thoughts! (SPOILERS UNDER CUT)

oh my god. the jump in quality from the digital ticket to the actual edited version is INCREDIBLE. fucking LOVED the details of costumes, the set, the lighting, the writing on the panels... everything was fantastic! starkid has come such a long way and it was incredible to see the seats filled for the show in the edited version!!!

spoiler thoughts, would love to hear what other people thought! warning for rambling and a lot of caps and excessive punctuation since i can't control my emo-shuns after watching a starkid show, as always 🤪

i was really hoping for the boy jerri/girl jerri moment AND the coffee shop bloopers from the digital ticket to be in this one, but every performance is unique and i'm glad we got to experience the new hatchet-town cameos!

GERALD AND ZIGS AND MAN IN A HURRY (JEFF CAMEO!!!!!) MY BELOVEDS <3

speaking of, i hope the bonus features include bts from the night where the power went out!

high school is killing me is STUCK IN MY HEAD

dirty girl was so fucking good HD. INCREDIBLE

sadly i really wanted some wider shots, especially when everyone was onstage and particularly during the lords in black scene - though it was AMAZING to see the details up close since from the digital ticket we couldn't really see what was happening.

THE SCREAMING WHEN JON STARTED TALKING AS WIGGLY... ME TOO!!!

fucking ADORE the "show me your hands" theme playing with curt's cop, and the "inevitable" piano playing when paul and emma were in Beanies. THEY'RE SO CUTE but it makes me sad BUT FOREVER AND ALWAYS RIGHT <3

also the nightmare time theme during the interval!!!

one thing i really miss about these new starkid recordings is that we don't get the stage bows :( i would have absolutely loved if they did something akin to TGWDLM in black friday and NPMD, where the credits roll over the footage of the cast bowing and the claps! the bows at the end of a show are always so fun, it's a great moment of catharsis for everyone and seeing the cast smiling and happy is something i missed here. ESPECIALLY WITH THE ENERGY IN THE HOMECOMING DANCE

will can STEP ON ME as Max. he's so meta and plays the part so well! apparently the role was rumoured to possibly be Jeff's but I'm so glad Will was Max. we needed the fresh blood onstage in the hatchetverse!

it's so incredible Bryce was able to perform onstage and that Jae got a cameo! HELL YES TO THE NIGHTMARE TIME GANG <3

really wish bryce and kim had bigger roles in this musical, especially bryce as before the digital ticket came out starkid hyped her up so much on the socials. BUT SHE NAILED HER VOCALS and when everyone started screaming/applauding when she hit That Note!!!!! YES!!!!!!

love how we can make comments on the recording, seeing everyone so hyped about the show and loving the show is so affirming! i hope everyone who worked on the show is feeling the love!

i still don't really understand the barbeque monologues and feel they're a bit out of place, maybe because it's an american school musical thing?? but lauren fucking owned it!

kim screaming after ruth died. GET IT SLAY ME WITH YOUR RANGE MAAM

compared to my first impressions from the digital ticket, this is a huge step up. some songs were a bit hit or miss, but man i was crying at the end about peter and steph. love how, like the other two hatchetverse musicals, the ending note was fucked up! that being said tho i am keen for starkid to move onto another potential parody OR a new IP outside of the hatchetverse. i'm super keen to see what the future holds for the company! it's absolutely on my bucket list to watch a starkid show live now <3

#starkid #npmd #npmd spoilers #hatchetverse #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes spoilers

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its-short-for-jackalope · 1 year

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Some Of My Favorite Cool Staging Choices in NPMD: a ramble, by me!

(is "staging" the right term? idk I wasn't a theater kid)

this will contain spoilers, which you can probably guess since it will be tagged as such.

When we see Richie getting attacked in the cold open, he's facing the audience; when it happens again (haha whoops) he's facing away from the audience & we get to see his attacker. idk man I just think the change in perspective is rad lol

Richie and Ruth taking the stage first for "High School Is Killing Me" because they're the ones who... y'know. (rip 💀)

when that first curtain thing lifts and reveals the rest of the stage 👌🏻

when Steph is trying to get Pete to help her cheat on the test the spotlight on them also lights up Grace before she butts in and gets them in trouble (foreLIGHTENing eh? eh?)

the rotating nerd huddle in "Literal Monster" brings me so much joy like Yes, put those nerds on a giant Lazy Susan and watch 'em go

the nerds sneaking along in the background when Max is singing

the bit with Miss Tessberger (sp?) leaving and returning to the stage from the opposite side

just everything about Pete & Steph's phone call. everything.

the stage going almost completely dark at the end of "Cool As I Think I Am" is fucking epic ok it's such a cool transition. also Max's "I bring light to darkness" and the lighting changes for that. they're both so cool

the bathtub prop. it just looks like it was fun to make. :)

when Steph is talking to Ruth & Richie and then she just turns and they're sneaking into the bathroom. it's like a movie transition in my brain. (also Mariah's little jump like she's trying to look into a stall is adorable)

NERDY PRUDES GOING TO THE WAYLON (sp?) PLACE MY BELOVED 💙 1. walking around the orchestra pit is cool & it's a fun, slightly-more-distanced throwback to when they walk thru the audience in TGWDLM & BF; 2. cool blue lighting + silhouettes, need I say more; 3. the tattered background descending as they walk is fucking magical

it's technically not part of the show at all but i have to give a shoutout to the person near the camera who goes "oh? oh?" when Pete & Steph exchange their cute lil looks in the Waylon House 😂

Richie moving behind the tattered curtains with the camera. also I know it isn't visible but the knowledge that the skele'on costume glows in the dark gives me life. (and Steph giving Ruth a thumbs-up when she's scaring Max??? adorable)

did they blur the npmd logo and put it over Max as he's dying? i fuckin love it no joke

that row of lights onstage just silently clicking off before Max shows up to get Richie 💀💀💀 and then they slowly come back RED

wHEN THE REST OF THE CAST LINES UP TO SILENTLY STAND WITNESS FOR RICHIE'S DEATH 💀💀💀💀💀

the pauses in Jeff's announcement to let everybody groan after their name is called (Joey's "ouhh noo" gets me every time)

I haven't really mentioned choreography because idk how to talk about dancing but... "Hatchet Town" my beloved <3 (all of the choreography in the show is so fun & cool)

BBQ monologues!! the stage is a stage! (whoa, is this tgwdlm???) Love the brief single spotlight on Ruth when she goes on, and bonus points for the red, white, & blue lighting bc barbecues are intrinsically linked to the 4th of July in my brain (🇺🇲🔥)

when Grace is talking to Detective Shapiro I love how gray the stage goes, especially after how colorful the BBQ monologue was, like ugh <3 it makes it feel more serious and important like shit's about to get real (it is)

Officer Bailey (I think that's his name? i do not trust my ears) just angrily moving the chairs after Grace steals his gun and escapes custody 😂

obligatory Beanies Paulkins & HCB scene 2.0 mention <3

Pete sweetie you were just at a football game how did you mix it up with baseball you fuckin nerd (affectionate)

The Chair Mishap™ (I'm not sure but I think all 3 of them broke there, to varying degrees)

Max chasing Solomon off the stage is fun, loved that. (oh shit if he gets you next make it thr... four. you'll be four. or five, technically...? are we still counting Max? this point got derailed.)

the squad car! the lights up top, the brake lights, and also I love when the car turns and everybody just leans to the side (SiS is my favorite for this). also Max just nyooming by as Shapiro takes off is hilarious.

HOLDING COURT WITH THE VOID!!! the increasing whispers, the lighting, the LORDS APPEARING, holy SHIT

the white lights & fog during the slow-mo bullet scene idk it just makes it for me

the homecoming disco ball and the different spotlights are great :D

the group pose at the end of "Best of Me"

the colored lights & Lords laughing at the beginning of "Dirty Dudes" 🤩

okay! that's everything that caught my eye on my fourth watch, lol. obviously there are many many many more awesome little details and funny bits but I wanted to focus more on the set & staging type stuff. it's really cool and interesting to me, especially after Black Friday's glorious secret Wiggly.

if you read all of this I hope you had fun!!

if you didn't have fun, feel free to keep that fact to yourself! 👉🏻👉🏻

#jack jabbers #rambly man will ramble #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #nerdy prudes must die spoilers #npmd spoilers #starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield

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hyenahunt · 19 days

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Obbligato: Epilogue - 2

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Tatsumi, HiMERU

Proofreading: Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace

HiMERU: It was laughable to think the world would change for anyone who wasn't a god.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Tatsumi: Why did it end up this way? You and I sought to manage a unit where all would be equal, all would be fair, to create an ideal world just the same.

Yet the moment we stepped onto the road that would lead us to such a dream, the bright future we imagined went dark.

Why is that? Did we do something wrong?

While I was hospitalized, no matter how much I asked such questions to God, I received no answer. Not even my faith could save me.

That is why recently, I've taken to unraveling this twisted world by thinking for myself while learning common sense, all so I don't make the same mistakes I did before.

HiMERU: In the end, it was not a dream meant to come true. It was laughable to think the world would change for anyone who wasn't a god.

HiMERU: (The idol industry was built from the ground up by a generation of godlike Super Idols.)

(But of the innumerable idols who have emerged since then, not one has come close to godhood.)

(Not "that Akehoshi," nor "Priest." None who have yearned for it, have driven towards it, have been able to truly replace God.)

(God is dead. I've heard that the one who strove to imitate God, "Priest," met an unfortunate end during the recent SS as well.)

(Deputy Director Saegusa told me as such, being as I have a right to know.)

HiMERU: (I didn't care much for "Priest" anyway. That man replaced God — known as "Godfather" — long ago.)

(I wasn't fond of my parent's house. I ran away and, due to being slightly related to "Priest," came under the care of that man.)

(I have no feelings towards him. I simply learned from him. In truth, "Priest" was little more than a stranger to me — I wouldn’t care one way or another if he died.)

(I have no love nor respect for an imposter who pretended to be my grandfather or great-grandfather.)

HiMERU: (However, Kaname was different.)

(My poor little brother.)

(He was innocent, he simply wanted to be an idol. His mother, the only one who'd ever shown him love, asked him to.)

(He wanted to live up to her expectations. He wanted to be loved more by his favorite parent. That's the sort of child Kaname was.)

(His mother loved idols.)

(So much so that she was obsessed with them and became a stalker of "that Akehoshi," whom she adored most of all.)

(When the news broke out that "that Akehoshi" was married, she flew into a jealous rage and crowded onto the stage when he was performing, calling him a traitor, a lying cheat.)

(You were a complete stranger to him. You weren't his family, a lover, anything like that.)

(You already had a husband.)

(Kaname's mother had an obsessive love, one that drove her mad.)

(Love and faith can do that to a person. And as idols, we unknowingly spread it as well.)

(What a sinful occupation.)

HiMERU: (... As she went mad on stage, she struggled with "that Akehoshi" and fell off the stage.)

(Unfortunately, she died immediately due to a skull or neck injury.)

("That Akehoshi," who was at the peak of his career, fell fast out of favor due to that incident.)

(Due to the coverage of various newspapers and gossip magazines, he was cited as "the absolute worst idol" and put under fire for killing someone onstage.)

(However, no matter how you look at it, it was nothing but an accident. In fact, "that Akehoshi" was the victim in the situation — harassed by a crazed fan whilst on stage.)

(Whatever force was working behind the scenes, it ended with the man being put behind bars and eventually dying there.)

(And so it became a taboo incident within the idol industry.)

(Even now, the fact that he was that woman's son was enough to cause reluctance in anyone who might have given him a job.)

(Those who tout it around as a worthy reason are the very same who can justify their violent acts against Kaname.)

HiMERU: (Yes, that day that mob surged into the auditorium, they used that fact to erase their wrongdoings and be acquitted for it. I suppose the higher-ups of the school managed that.)

(It's fine to corner and crush someone, since they're the son of a criminal. That's what their superiors decided.)

(When one of the teachers who'd become part of their group told them as much, the Non-Special Students used it as an excuse to get rid of the Special Students they hated so much.)

(They'd never forgiven the Special Students.)

(In particular, they wouldn't allow that abhorrent Special Student HiMERU stand on the same stage as their beloved leader — Tatsumi.)

(So they burst. Their dissatisfaction turned to anger and they weaponized it.)

HiMERU: (That is what happened then. The end of Tatsumi's revolution.)

(Due to meaningless grudges and long-held debts, the ideals Tatsumi held so close to his heart were obliterated.)

(It was, in the end, a dream never meant to come true.)

(Yet, it… is far too cruel.)

(... The woman who ended "that Akehoshi's" career as a Super Idol is dead.)

(But that woman had a husband and child.)

(Her husband had split from her a long time ago, and so he lived alone.)

(It seems that fans of "that Akehoshi" took to blaming him for the incident, condemning him daily, even though he had cut ties with her long ago; they were practically strangers at that point.)

(Innumerable fans who weren't satisfied with the outcome of the incident took to acting like he was the villain and, due to the constant barrage, the honest man grew sick.)

(Sick and broken.)

(Taking pity on the man, the Godfather offered him protection on a piece of land he owned. Perhaps he couldn't simply abandon the man, seeing as they had a blood relative between them.)

(Or perhaps he'd wanted to see the broken form of the man who'd been married to the woman that'd stolen his favored "Akehoshi" from him. Who could say?)

(It's too late to ask why; God is dead.)

(The husband never fully recovered, and later was often found half-dead, wandering the premise of the missionary school that would become Reimei Academy.)

(It was as if he was a ghost or the undead, simply roaming about.)

HiMERU: (Maybe it was to atone for his wife's misdeeds, but it seems he was rather kind to the young idols who attended the academy.)

(As he roamed, he cleaned up here and there without being asked.)

(It seems he regained his mind at times, such as when he contacted me.)

(Kaname is my younger half-brother. He is the only son of that man.

(Kaname and I's father had a wife previous to the one who'd ended "that Akehoshi's" career, my mother. She died from illness after I was born.)

(As a result, I was fixated on my own mother from a young age. That is where I am similar to my younger brother — to Kaname.)

(When my father remarried, I thought he'd forgotten my mother and considered him a traitor — I hated him.)

(As it worsened, I grew tired of being there and ultimately escaped overseas.)

(I didn't know nor care to know about him after that.)

(Whenever he bothered to send letters, I threw them all away without reading them. That is why I never knew that he'd had a child with that crazy woman — that they'd had Kaname.)

(At first, I was perplexed. I couldn't believe I had a brother.)

(However after much begging and pleading, I decided to help my little brother. When I first contacted him, he'd said he missed me so innocently. He called me big brother and turned to me for help.)

HiMERU: (It made me happy, Kaname.)

(I thought I would always live on my own.)

(But I was wrong.)

(Kaname gave to me what my parents had not.)

(And so, I wished to repay him for that.)

HiMERU: ......

(But it was all for naught. I wasn't able to turn Kaname into the idol he'd dreamed so long about becoming.)

(My father asked me to take care of him, and Kaname asked me to help him achieve his dream; I did everything I could to succeed in both.)

(Until that moment, I thought of myself as a great man. I thought I could live alone, that I was strong and amazing enough to do so.)

(However, that failure shattered my self-confidence entirely.)

HiMERU: (... That is why I am here now, working to make my brother's dream come true for him.)

(It's simply for my own peace of mind.)

(I failed. That is a fact which cannot be undone.)

(Kaname most likely doesn't want me to do this, but...)

(That is why this is just for myself and my pride.)

(I'll become the idol that he always dreamed of being.)

(The vision that we created together, HiMERU, will become a true idol.)

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More To Me

Chapter Summary: Eddie has cleared his name and become a sort of legend in town, and the girls flock to see him and his band. As his girlfriend, you struggle with seeing them throw themselves at them, but Eddie knows how to show everyone that he’s yours.

Characters/Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader/Robin Buckley/Steve Harrington/Gareth/Random OCs

Warnings: Reader is insecure, public make-out (Eddie makes out with reader while he’s playing onstage), drinking at a bar, sex, love declarations

Word Count: 2.3k+

“Come on, baby, don’t be mad.” Eddie pleaded with you, giving his best puppy dog eyes and pouting slightly.

“She threw her panties at you, Eddie! Just tossed them on stage at your feet like it was nothing.” You fume.

Eddie had gotten a bit of a following now that his name had been cleared, girls seemed to flock to the mysterious bad boy that was still rumored to have been a cult leader.

You didn’t mind that Eddie and his band were getting attention. You were happy for them.

But what did bother you were the girls constantly throwing themselves at him. Offering to buy him drinks, pressing up against him at the bar, throwing their goddamn panties up on stage.

To his credit, Eddie had grimaced and kicked them away, him and Gareth mouthing “What the fuck?” to each other and shaking their heads. He had handled it right.

Eddie lays his head on your chest, looking up at you with those beautiful brown eyes, making himself look as contrite and pitiful as possible.

“Baby, you know those girls don’t matter. You matter. Don’t be upset with me.”

You soften and run a hand through his frizzy curls. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just aggravated that they’re so pushy and aggressive.”

“So tell them to back off. I don’t mind.”

He drops a kiss to your chest.

“I’m not gonna cause a scene at one of your shows, babe. I wouldn’t do that.”

He murmurs and drops more kisses on your bare skin. “I know. Such a sweetheart.”

“I see another pair of panties flying toward you and I might catch someone in the parking lot, though.”

He chuckles, moving upward to claim your lips. "You’re sexy when you’re fired up.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

__________

You walk into the bar with Robin, instantly spying Eddie by the stage, and as usual, surrounded by girls.

You’d gone all out tonight, wearing a short black leather skirt, a white t-shirt with “Corroded Coffin” emblazoned on the chest, and thigh high boots. Robin had curled your hair and helped you with your makeup, painting your lips a bright red and lining your eyes dark.

Eddie almost chokes on his beer when he sees you. He makes his way through the crowd, his eyes roaming up and down your body.

“Jesus Christ, baby, are you trying to kill me tonight? You look incredible.”

You wink at him. “Maybe.”

Gareth calls to Eddie from the stage and he kisses your cheek before heading back.

You and Robin make your way closer, managing to get to the front.

There’s a group of girls to your right and you hear them talking excitedly about how hot Eddie looks.

“What a fucking dreamboat.”

“He could play me like he plays that guitar.”

You and Robin exchange a look and roll your eyes, giggling.

A loud voice catches your attention. The panty thrower.

“I’m going home with him tonight.” She vows. “I’m gonna let that man wreck me.”

Robin winces and squeezes your arm, knowing that her comments were overboard.

You clench your teeth.

The band starts to play and the girls quieten down, their eyes fixated on Eddie as he strums his guitar. You can’t tear your gaze away from him either.

They play a few songs, and then launch into Master of Puppets, Eddie’s favorite. You normally love it, but tonight you’re nervous. Eddie’s big solo was when the panties were thrown on stage.

Sure enough, his solo starts and you can see the girl who who bragging about fucking him earlier squirming around. She pulls her bra out of her sleeve and tosses it right at Eddie’s feet, then blows him a kiss.

Robin grips your arm tightly, seeing the murderous expression on your face. She flashes a worried look to Eddie, who sees the anger on your face. Worse, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over.

He knew your last boyfriend had cheated on you, and had hurt you deeply. And he knew that even though you trusted him, you couldn’t shake that fear from the back of your mind. It broke his heart.

He moves across the stage and drops to his knees in front of you, taking everyone by surprise.

Your eyes widen. He winks at you, his fingers never stopping as they zoom up and down the neck of his guitar. He leans closer.

“Kiss me, baby.” He calls over the music.

You hesitate, worried you’ll mess up his solo. Eddie pouts, knowing it makes you give in every time.

You grab his neck and go up on tip-toe, crashing your lips to his. Eddie kisses you back fiercely, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. He never misses a beat as he wraps up his solo, making out with you the entire time.

The song ends and Eddie is still kissing you. He breaks away as the crowd starts to clap and cheer, a few catcalls ringing out. You and Eddie start to giggle, both a little embarrassed. He’d only meant to kiss you, not make out with you in front of the entire bar.

He pecks your lips one more time and winks, then hops back on his feet as the band launches into another song.

Robin jumps up and down, squealing as she leans in to shout over the music.

“Oh my God, that was a public declaration if I ever saw one. He’s so in love with you!”

Love???

Neither of you had said it yet. You were head over heels for him, and sure it was obvious, but you hadn’t managed to tell him how you felt just yet.

You and Eddie had started off as a sort of friends-with-benefits type thing, and it had slowly developed into something more. You had gone from quickies in the bar bathroom and spending a few hours in bed to late night movie sessions and sleeping in each other’s arms. He was so much more than sex now. He was your friend, the person you wanted to be around the most. You adored him…did you love him?

Corroded Coffin finishes their set and you automatically veer to the bar to order them all drinks. They smile gratefully and Eddie snags an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“How’d you like the show, baby?”

Gareth snorts. “I’m sure she likes the one the two of you put on better.”

You and Robin giggle as Eddie grins shamelessly.

“What can I say? Maybe now there’ll be less lingerie thrown up on stage.”

After they finish their drinks you and Robin make a beeline for the bathroom. You wait for her to finish, touching up your makeup in the mirror.

The girls from earlier walk in. You avoid their gaze, knowing that if they start something right now there’s one of you and four of them. Robin would help of course, but it’d still be two-on-one.

The braless girl speaks up. “So you’re his girlfriend, huh?”

Robin shoots out of the stall, instantly ready to square up if need be.

You meet the girl’s eyes. “I am.”

To your surprise, she smiles. “Lucky bitch.”

“I’m that, too.”

“I didn’t know he had a girlfriend or I wouldn’t have pursued him, just so you know.”

“It wasn’t just about you pursuing him. It was the way you were so sexual about it. Eddie’s more than that. He deserves better than that.”

She looks embarrassed and her friends glance at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but you.

“Well anyways, have a good night.” She finally says.

You nod. “Yeah, you too.”

They leave the bathroom and Robin sighs with relief. “I was about to go all Rambo on them, if I had to.”

You giggle. “We’d have gotten our asses kicked.”

You both head outside the bar, helping Eddie and the guys load the last of their gear into his van.

He kisses your temple. “You coming home with me tonight?”

“If you want.”

“I always do.”

You say bye to Robin and ride with Eddie back to his place. He drops off his friends along the way, reminding each of them of band practice the next day.

He holds your hand and sings along with the radio, kissing your fingers in between lyrics. You feel a tug on your heart strings every time his lips are on your skin. When he stops at a red light and turns to belt lyrics in your face, you giggle. He’s so funny, my goofy man. I love him. I do.

The two of you pull up to his trailer and you help him unload his guitar and amp. Once he’s hung the guitar in its place of pride on his wall, he turns and tackles you onto the bed.

You shriek and playfully beat your fists against his chest.

“Mmm, baby, harder.” He murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. “Beat me up.”

“Never.” You lace your hands in your hair. “I’d never hurt you.”

“Oh, no? And why’s that?” He nips your collarbone.

Now or never. Tell him.

“I try not to hurt the people I love, you know, just out of courtesy.”

He stills.

Well, it’s out in the atmosphere now. No taking it back.

His eyes meet yours. “What was that, baby?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I said I love you. No biggie.”

He grins. “Say it again.”

“No. Once is all you’ll get from me.”

You squeal as he starts to pepper your face with kisses, then licks your nose. He playfully bites your chin, then blows on your neck.

“Say it again or I’ll do this all night.” He threatens, trying to stick his tongue in your ear.

“Eddie, stop! I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He bites your shoulder, then blows on your neck again. “Say it.”

You grab his face and kiss him hard. “Fucking love you, Munson.”

“I love you, too.”

Your kisses become more frantic, tugging at each other’s clothes and touching everywhere you can. You trace his back muscles, his chest, then tug on his hair, earning you a breathy moan from his lips.

“Need you so badly. Need my girl.” He pants, reaching between your legs.

You squirm underneath him, desperate for his touch. His fingers graze your clit and you whimper, already drunk on just the feel of him.

He slides down the bed and licks up your slit, easing a finger inside you. You arch your back and clench around his digit, your legs coming up to rest over his shoulders as he worships your pussy.

It takes him mere minutes to bring you to orgasm, writhing underneath his tongue as he sends you over the edge. You cry out, repeating his name over and over like a mantra as he expertly works his fingers and mouth in tandem.

He stretches out on top of you, barely giving you a chance to recover before he pushes inside you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and whimper. “Oh God, Eddie, please.”

He kisses you, his tongue greedily exploring your mouth as he picks up his pace.

You move your hips to match his thrusts, clenching your pussy around him. His hand slips between your bodies and finds your clit.

You let out a low whine and he chuckles.

“Poor baby, drunk on my cock aren’t you?”

“Mmm…Eddie…” You manage to groan.

‘Can barely speak, huh baby? Goes dumb every time I’m inside you, don’t you sweetheart?“

He presses harder on your clit and angles his hips just perfect, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

"Come on baby. Cum for me. I want you to soak me.” His words are almost a plea. “Mmm, baby, takin’ my dick so well. Feels so fucking good.”

Your body tightens almost to the point of pain and then releases, leaving you a sweaty bundle of nerves beneath him.

“Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.” You whimper. “It’s so good. It’s so good.”

He fucks you through your orgasm, praising you sweetly. “Mmm, baby, you did so well for me. Soaked my cock, such a good girl.”

He pulls you upward and guides you on to your hands and knees, then thrusts into you from behind.

“Oh God, Eddie, yes, please.” You beg.

He slaps your ass.

“Mmm, please!”

You moan as he smacks you repeatedly, your asscheeks burning red from his slaps.

He pounds into you now, almost knocking you off-balance. You knew he was getting close, he always got rough and fast when he was about to cum.

His hands bite into your waist as he slams into you.

“Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up.” He grunts. “Fuck baby, gonna make you so full.”

He holds you tight against him and shoots deep inside you, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

He pulls out of you slowly and falls onto the bed, tugging you with him. You curl up on his chest, sated and exhausted.

“Mmm, that was fucking amazing.”

“It was. It always is with you.”

“No wonder you love me.” He quips. “I’m a sex machine.”

You frown at his words and look up at him. “Eddie, you know that you’re more to me than just good sex, right? You’re so much more than that.”

“Of course, baby. I was kidding.”

“I mean it.”

He glances down at you. “Baby, I know. I promise.”

You kiss him softly. “You’re more than sex. You’re more than a hot guy in a band.”

He smiles. “You think so, huh?”

“I know so.”

He returns your kiss and pulls you close. “You’ve always seen me for me, Y/N. And I love you for it.”

“I love you, too.”

You snuggle into him and close your eyes.

A few minutes later his voice drifts through the darkness. “More than sex, huh? Does that mean no round two?”

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LAYERS OF FEAR 2 SENTENCE STARTERS. starters from Bloober's game Layers of Fear 2, a psychological horror thriller game about an actor heeding the call of an enigmatic director. Some lines have been changed for the sake of easier interactions.

cw: verbal abuse, mentions of animal cruelty, implications of child abuse, themes of identity loss, self - deprecating thoughts, implications of suicide ideation

" stay awake. you will play your part. you will stay awake. "

" sleep is a poor excuse. and so are you. "

" all preparations have been made. your toys await you upstairs. "

" time waits for no one, actor. do not waste ours. act. "

" so long i have struggled to finish what was started. i had nearly lost hope. and yet, here we are. "

" remember what we talked about. focus on what you do best. "

" build the character. trust me, it'll be worth it. "

" the room has been set up as per your request. "

" one, in his time, plays the parts of many men. "

" you observe the others, while the others watch you. "

" you're expected to behave properly, wandering through worlds that aren't really there. you put on masks and adjusts accordingly. "

" each mask is a character. each character -- a layer. layers upon layers, calling out to you. "

" you must build the character you were meant to portray, or lose yourself completely. "

" you stand, on a stage where every man must play a part. and yours . . . is a sad one. "

" as per the director's request, this section of the ship has been closed off to all passengers and crew. "

" did you sleep well? "

" look, once you get there, just do what you have to do. get to the set, and build this character for him. "

" i know how many times you've told me you hate the sea. and i'm telling you, this gig is just too good to pass up. "

" did you check the lower decks this time? i swear to God, if we find stowaways again this time, you'll never set foot on this ship again. "

" never met him in person, but a few people have. that's why you hear all these rumors . . . about him being broken, disfigured . . . all that nonsense. "

" acting, if done well, is a scary business. it takes immense courage, to lose consciousness of your own self and not just reenact, but become the character you are portraying. few can muster that courage. "

" it was as if the person onstage dissolved before my very eyes, letting the character burst into existence. "

" just think of me as an admirer of your talent. "

" your performances . . . they speak to me like no other have. "

" to say that you are my favorite actor would be a gross understatement. "

" guy's got a bit of a . . . reputation. "

" supposed to be some new method for building the character. bunch of artsy-fartsy bullshit if you ask me. "

" just, go with it. guy doesn't take no for an answer. "

" so, what if the guy is a little nuts? he's a director, it comes with the job! "

" what's he gonna do? kill ya? "

" i think it's all an act. "

" the world's a stage, but the play is badly cast. "

" there is always a way, a light in the darkness . . . "

" do you remember? "

" before the world told you who you should be, do you remember who you were? "

" come. i will make you remember. "

" so many have tried to be a part of my greatest work, as if there was ever a choice. "

" only one can bring this character to life. only one is broken enough to build it. "

" i believe in you. "

" we have to get out of this godforsaken prison, before we rot! "

" are we really going? [name], i'm . . . "

" i'm back, me hearty! scouted out the whole area! "

" looks like there's a trail we can follow . . . left by fellow pirates no doubt! to lead us to safe harbor! "

" there she is, me hearty! the fastest vessel to ever sail the seven seas, ready to take us to the land of the Flame . . . "

" i don't see any sails . . . "

" shh! we must make our way aboard, quietly . . . "

" [name], i want to go home. "

" be your heart soaked in doubt, or a fire burning within? "

" we always come with a burden. "

" voices, faces, figures from the past . . . wrapped in an heavy, old bag. the first thing to do is to get rid of it. "

" a little spark is all it takes to set the human soul on fire. "

" an act of creation always begins with an act of destruction. "

" one life ends, another begins. one life ends. "

" a life for a life. one must be taken. the right one. "

" do not doubt. act. "

" no, you look but do not see. shoot her. "

" take. the. shot. "

" a story as old as time. who are we to rewrite it? who are we to deny it? "

" we must look deeper. we must do better. we must. "

" this chart will lead us away from peril and into safe harbor! "

" it takes courage to stand up to someone stronger than you. "

" i was never brave enough, but she was. "

" only one of us knows what must be done. only one of us knows what is at stake. the other . . . doesn't need to know, doesn't need to understand. only to listen, and act. "

" [name], i think there's something in the dark . . . "

" sod it, if the chief wants it checked so bad, he can bloody well do it himself! "

" [name], i'm scared. "

" you should be scared! you know what happens if they find us! they'll send us back! "

" heard you got off to a rough start. i know you have your idea of who this character should be. it's your right. you're the star of the show. "

" just remember, the director might be an odd duck, but at the end of the day, you're on the same team. "

" inside every actor is the one part they were born to play, the one character they were meant to build. "

" chip away the bloody marble, give form to the formless, until all that remains . . . is the truth. "

" how far can you go? how deep can you descend? "

" the thing you seek is still there. buried, hidden away. locked in a vault, a prison of yourself. "

" you try, and fail, to understand. "

" a hungry animal does not think. it knows. it needs. it acts. "

" where reason dare not go, instinct prevails. "

" you must leave the stillness of the mind, and brave the storm of teeth and claws. only then, can you find the key and claim your prize. "

" yeah, uh . . . could we take this again? there's something wrong with the picture. i think you must've moved. "

" you just don't look quite yourself . . . "

" excuse me, i'm such a big fan! could you please sign my -- oh, i'm sorry. i must've mistook you for someone else. "

" when chasing dreams, we often find ourselves in a nightmare. "

" that'll do for now. it's time to eat. "

" but, [name], the food . . . it's gone! "

" tragedy strikes at the heart, despair consumes the soul . . . a life crumbles. "

" what's done is done. no use crying. "

" we need to venture forth and find fresh supplies. "

" here, take this. it'll help you find your strength. "

" one suffers for another. another takes their place. the machine goes on. "

" time marches on. death turns to decay. "

" no man is an island, but one can become a vessel, to carry within it the flame of another. "

" it warms the heart, it feeds the soul. it makes the world so bright. "

" a stolen flame burns strong, burns quick. a stolen flame . . . burns out. "

" we must not forget great art carries a heavy cost. to lose oneself in a role sometimes leads to losing oneself, period. "

" looks like the rats got to it before us. "

" shh, we're not alone here . . . "

" ugh . . . it stinks! but . . . it looks like someone took a bite. "

" come, let's not wait for it to come back. "

" something's got the animals all spooked. might be they sense the storm coming? "

" look! there's something there! over there! can't you see it? "

" no, this isn't what i saw. you have to believe me! "

" we're out on the edge of the world, [name]. nothing is as it seems. "

" this one's empty too. we need to keep looking. "

" [name] . . . i mean, captain. there's something out there, in the dark. "

" hush now, and stay behind me. i won't let anything happen to you. "

" such an opportunity, such responsibility, to unleash what has been trapped for so long. "

" i can hear it howling, rattling its cage, dying to get out. "

" leave it, we're not that desperate yet. [name]! i said, leave it! "

" a heavy cost must be paid, when one destroys the balance. a heavy cost . . . "

" not all lives are created equal. the life of one can outweigh the lives of many. "

" when everything is at stake, when lives hang in the balance, reason becomes weakness. "

" trust your instinct. tip the scales. "

" reason poisons your mind, makes you weak. "

" do not give in. do not let go. "

" the life that was meant to be, that life that never found its flame . . . weak, weightless. worthless. "

" some things should be left behind. some things. "

" you didn't take it. you'll starve. "

" you let go. you'll regret it. "

" you gave up. you'll never make it. "

" i once saw this boy drown a baby rat in the gutter. i didn't let his head up until he promised to never do it again. there is always somebody stronger than you. "

" it's no good. we'll never find any food! and it's all my fault! "

" [name], look at me! look at me! i will see us through this! don't you ever doubt me! "

" i know you have your orders and i mean no disrespect. i'm just saying, the chief is being unreasonable. he'd let all that food rot in the hold as long as it's accounted for. "

" they're decent, God fearing folks. not one thief among them. but when people hear their bellies, rumbling, it's easy to put them over the edge. "

" maybe there's some food here . . . "

" did you hear that?! this way! "

" it's like . . . i was never there. "

" remember our treasure? it's not far. this way! "

" watch out, something's coming! you need to keep moving! "

" what happened? i heard the director's furious. ready to call the whole thing off. "

" it seems you two have a completely different vision of who the lead character should be. "

" i hope you know what you're doing. "

" a house is built of walls and beams. a home is built of fears and dreams... "

" what's past is prologue. what seeps into the earth becomes fodder, a fuel for the flame, the lifeblood for the roots of existence . . . "

" roots . . . you must cut them away. only then, can you be truly free. "

" but . . . how does it do that? a sea couldn't fit in there! "

" it's the spirit of the sea. it captures its strength, its calm, its freedom. so it can live on, forever. "

" i'll be sending over a new reel tomorrow. pirate film. give this one a good spin. "

" more screenings means more arses in the seats, and more reason for me to keep paying you. "

" come, faithful servant, for tonight we brew a ghoulish concoction : the world's strangest stew! "

" he eats a lot. a WHOLE lot. "

" this one time, he almost shot himself out of a cannon! "

" seasoned by sadness, burnt from within, ravaged by madness, rotten with sin . . . "

" hollowed by longing, hardened by loss . . . once slick and polished, has now lost all its gloss. "

" torn up by conflict, ravaged by war, flawed on the surface, warped to its core . . . "

" look at it bubble, look at it shake . . . "

" the beast! it's awake! "

" look, [name]! father's screening the Black Wanderer! "

" movie's almost over. time to go. "

" i've been getting complaints about noises up in the balcony. people are scared the damned thing is gonna fall on their bloody heads. "

" i told you to keep it off limits! "

" careful! don't step into the light, or he'll see you. "

" don't you hide from me! "

" i know you've been sneaking into the theater again! what did i tell you about going in there while i'm working?! "

" she likes boys a lot. and girls too! "

" she's very friendly. maybe a bit too much . . . "

" i told you to hide it! i told you to keep it safe! "

" how could you let him take it?! it's all we have left of her! "

" you have to find it, and bring it back. "

" little scum . . . you were always bad luck. a blight upon this family. i gave up everything and what do i get in return?! "

" a lucky break, an ace up my sleeve. that's all i need! "

" a blackened heart, uprooted by tragedy, skewered by pain. that's all you've ever given me . . . that's all you've ever been good for . . . "

" keep her close to your heart. never forget her. she gave everything for you. prove that it was worth it, that you weren't a mistake . . . "

" weak, useless, no good to anyone . . . it was like, i was never there. it would've been better . . . if i was never there . . . "

" shh, be quiet . . . just watch. "

" let's go! father will be leaving the projection room soon . . . "

" as to my prospects, the doctor remains cautiously optimistic. "

" i admit, the pains have been getting stronger as of late, but i dare not complain. compared to what you've been through, my 'suffering' is barely worth mentioning. "

" i think father's been trying to fix his old camera. "

" when the world becomes too cruel, we look for a place to hide. "

" the dark can be many things. it can be refuge, or it can be hell. it is whatever you make it. "

" the dark can be a silent place. silence can be empty, or it can speak volumes. "

" the dark can be a lonely place. solitude can be a sentence, or it can be a companion. "

" sometimes, it's better to hide, to let the dark in. "

" father's coming! quick, get in! i said, get in! "

" hush, it's already started. "

" come on, he'll get mad if we're not back before him! "

" haha, what is that thing? "

" i thought i knew, but . . . now i'm not sure. "

" oh, [name], it has to take shape in your head first. otherwise, it'll just stay . . . formless. "

" words cannot express how overjoyed i am to finally hear from you. "

" when i had heard of what happened, my heart sank. it was as if a terrible shadow had eclipsed my life. but now that i know you're still with us, i feel that shadow has lifted. "

" goddamn bastards . . . i gave them everything . . . and what do i get in return? a bloody piece of rust! "

" this is where you come in! go on, pick it up! "

" it seems the tables have turned! curse you and your mutinous puppets! i will not make this easy for you. "

" if i am to meet my end, it will be by your hand, by your . . . action! "

" play your part, villain! i'm waiting! "

" that's right, don't hesitate! you know i wouldn't! "

" show me your strong! like me! "

" spare me your mercy, i would not show you any. "

" [name] . . . ? are you alright? "

" [name], i thought you were gone. "

" who i was a moment ago is no more. now, i can become someone else. "

" if i could sit around all day, i would, but there's always more pirating to be had! the captains says so! "

" watch, this is the best part! "

" come, we can't stay any longer . . . "

" steady your tongue! i can be whoever i choose to be! if your little mind says otherwise, then to the depths with it! "

" for the last time, i'm not replacing the bloody projector! it's your job to keep it up and running. "

" quit your whining and do your goddamn job while you still have it. "

" he loves gold above all else. "

" you were always there, following in my footsteps. silent, smiling sadly . . . like a warm shadow. "

" sometimes, when darkness fell across town, we'd sneak out of the house. "

" i'd look up, but i didn't see the stars. what i saw was . . . a thousand souls on fire. "

" your eyes would light up. the stars were already there. at that moment, i knew you had it in you. "

" you . . . the silent dreamer, dreaming that a day would come when we could leave it all behind. the journey of a lifetime! a light on the horizon! a flame to call your own . . . "

" you had it in you, to make a thousand souls burn. make them feel . . . alive, make them live forever! a thousand lives . . . but never mine. never mine . . . "

" there we were, dreaming our souls away into the night sky. "

" a cruel shade eclipsed the sun. our dream was gone . . . something else took its place. "

" oh no . . . what will [name] do now? "

" one day, we'll get to see how it ends. "

" [name] . . . what if something bad happens? what if i can't find you? "

" shh . . . listen to my voice. hold it deep inside, and i will always be there for you. "

" if you want to make it to the end, just remember . . . the monster may be scary, but it's sad too. because, at the end of the day, it is just as lost as we are. "

" a little spark is all it takes. "

" why can't you just leave us alone?! "

" you fill the boy's head with nonsense, as if he wasn't useless enough! "

" you're . . . you're the one who's useless, you cruel one - eyed freak! "

" what did you just call me?! "

" get away from him, you . . . you monster! "

" [name] . . . it's today. "

" i'm going to see her. take care of the house, while i'm gone. "

" what about [name]? it's their day too. "

" it's . . . all i could afford. "

" please . . . help me . . . it hurts, it hurts . . . "

" i can't take it anymore. make it stop. "

" come on, there's nothing left for us here. "

" is . . . is it over? "

" it's only just beginning. "

" gotta be honest, i don't like what i'm hearing. "

" i've been told that you didn't even show up on the set, and the director's mad as hell. "

" i don't think he likes where you're taking the character. "

" this'll all be over soon enough, one way or another. "

" go all the way. let your heart bleed. "

" step back. breathe. remember. "

" there shall be a vast shout, and then . . . a vaster silence. "

" we are so close. i can feel it. "

" there can be no doubt. no hesitation. only will. unbreakable. "

" [name] . . . captain, i found it! but . . . it's empty. "

" go back to the hideout. i'll keep searching on my own. i said, go. "

" but . . . i can help! "

" go on, be there for her, like she was for you. "

" from one flame to another . . . but never your own. "

" find the character, lose yourself. "

" some parts are not to be played. "

" there are some things that should not be. should not be . . . broken. "

" cheer up. you're alright. you're not hurt. you're not upset. nothing really happened. you just need to be more careful . . . "

" why am i always the one?! why weren't you there?! "

" why didn't you protect me?! why did you let this monster . . . ?! "

" useless! worthless! i hate you! "

" it's alright, things happen. bad things . . . i am still here. this is not the end. this pain will pass, the scars will fade . . . "

" the flame will burn it all away. "

" you're weak! you're worthless! you're nothing! "

" we were meant to live forever. and i will. i will be forever. "

" forever the dream. forever the wound. forever . . . you. "

" do you hear it? the tide rises in the veins of the world. it comes for you. don't fight it. "

" do not go into that savage fire. it will never be conquered. it will never be tamed. it will never be yours. "

" do not go into that reckless flame. it was not meant for you. it will never let you be. "

" your heart burns, your soul burns away . . . yet, you choose to go deeper. "

" you can never have it. "

" [name] . . . please, come back . . . i need you. "

" huh, that's a funny name. "

" can you help me find my sister? "

" i was drowning . . . in a sea of thirst. i was feasting . . . but never full. "

" my teeth are yours to bare. "

" she's been gone a long time. i'm scared something's happened to her. "

" it - it's not my fault! she told me to go back! "

" stripped of all my riches, i sailed the seas of nothingness. "

" my debt to you . . . i will repay. here is my pound of flesh. "

" i was never one to serve . . . but, for you? i swallow my pride. "

" i come . . . from a sea of displeasure. i longed for affection. now, i live to please you. "

" my hands . . . became the Devil's playthings. put them to some use. "

" y - you're right. it is my fault. "

" you can still be saved. you can live on . . . forever. "

" lead the way. i will do what needs to be done. i'm the captain now. "

" lead us, oh captain! we will follow you across the seven seas! "

" it's just you and me, captain. "

" here we are again . . . you almost had it. "

" she lied to me . . . "

" it won't be me, when you see me again. "

" the ship's maiden voyage turned out to be its last. "

" who the fuck am i?! "

" forever . . . an endless sea, stretching into eternity . . . restless, roaring . . . terrifying. "

" for years, you have learned to hide, to flow with the tide. "

" now that a flame has been lit, you know . . . there is no other way. "

" the eyes of eternity are once again upon you. "

" this place . . . it feels so familiar. like, i've been here before. and yet, i cannot find my way . . . "

" do you see now? you tried to fix me. instead, you broke yourself. "

" this place . . . it sickens me. "

" with all its clutter and confusion, it is a monument to your weakness, a portrait of your indecision. a wreckage of what never truly was. "

" it is broken, hollow. just like you. "

" you tried so hard to bring me back. you called out to me in the void, but . . . something else answered back. "

" a broken body can be rebuilt, but some wounds go deeper . . . so much deeper . . . "

" how long has it been? i don't remember anymore. so hard . . . to remember. "

" i feel myself slipping, growing thin . . . "

" it keeps growing. it won't let me go. "

" poor little [name]. poor weak, pathetic little [name]. always the victim, always the burden. "

" i guess i never stood a chance, did i? neither of us did. "

" we never should have lived this long. forever is a very long time. "

" sometimes, it's better not to be . . . to burn away completely. "

" there is no place for me here. only you, whoever that is. "

" i hope you'll be brave this time. i don't think i can. "

" you . . . you cannot help me. not anymore. "

" this was to be my final work, to reclaim what was lost. to let go of the stolen flame, and reignite the true one. "

" the spark . . . it's almost gone. it is lost, hopeless. just like you. "

" a life that was never yours, dreams you had no right to dream . . . too scared to be yourself, too weak to be anyone else. "

" wherever i go, it follows. i cannot be free of it. "

" it keeps shifting, changing . . . and i change with it. "

" an empty shell cannot live forever. it cannot live at all. it can only be. "

"it's always there, one step behind, stretching over me, pulling me in . . . "

" i'm shedding skin, changing . . . into what? "

" sometimes, it's better to find your own way, to accept what was lost. to accept the pain . . . and feed your own fire. "

" how many lives have your buried, just by existing? existing . . . but never being. "

" wouldn't it be better if you just went away? "

" how many times have i tried to put the pieces back together . . . just to watch them fall apart? "

" i am done. all of us. we cannot be forever. "

" the sound in the deep . . . it's growing louder. something's coming. "

" finally, i understand. the way out . . . it's here, in me. "

" how long can a man burn, before he turns to ash? how could you know? "

" of all the wasted years, all the pain it took to bring you here . . . you don't even know who you are! "

" how many times must a man die before he can truly live? how many times?! "

" look at it. this is what happens when you fail to take control. "

" look at it! twisted! formless! just like you! "

" it crumbles, as it must. and when the time comes, will you crumble as well? "

" the boy that never speaks . . . have you found a voice? soon . . . the world will know. "

" it's bound to be . . . a night to remember. shame i won't be there to see it. "

" you run, but do you know the way? "

" you build one character, you destroy the other, but which is which? "

" you follow reason. you see through it. you cut away the strings. "

" you struggle against the current. you fight, against all odds. "

" in the end, there is no right or wrong. "

" listen to me! you have to go! "

" i'm not leaving! i - i'll find a way to reach you! "

" you're strong, stronger than you know. "

" we'll be together again. no matter how long it takes, i will find you! "

#rp sentence starters #sentence starters #rp meme #rp prompts #rp resource #ask meme #inbox meme #askbox meme #( source. ) bloober's layers of fear 2 #// haha finally it's complete #// you can tell i only did one ending and i stuck to most of the main game content #// i didn't include any of the collectible info or somesuch #// i think there's plenty to work with as is so i hope some of you enjoy this!

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Review: Les Misérables, US National Tour, Orpheum Theatre, San Francisco (July 15, 2023) (long)

This review is very late, but better late than never.

This was my first time seeing Les Mis live onstage since 2018. While YouTube has kept me well supplied with performances in the meantime, I was overjoyed to finally see it live again.

The production, of course, is still Laurence Connor and James Powell's "25th Anniversary" production that premiered in 2009, and which is now the official "replica" production all over the world. My views on it are still the same: it can't hold a candle (or a silver candlestick) to the original Trevor Nunn/John Caird production, but it's still effective, still handsome and atmospheric, and still a good, solid way to experience the musical.

I did notice some changes from when I last saw the show, however:

*Once again, I noticed that a few costumes have been redesigned. The convicts' uniforms now feature historically accurate red smocks. Fantine's factory dress has been redesigned yet again (not to my liking – I preferred the solid turquoise dress from the previous tour). Mme. Thénardier now wears a red bodice at the inn. Éponine no longer wears her overcoat before Act II. Both Thénardiers' "Beggars at the Feast" costumes have also been slightly altered: her skirt is now trimmed with a pattern of ruffles instead of feathers, and his trousers are slightly less poofy (both improvements, IMHO – the costumes are still gaudy, but not cartoonish anymore). And in the final scene, Éponine's spirit now wears a floor-length version of her overcoat, giving her a subtly more "angelic" look, much like the train added to Fantine's nightgown.

*There seemed to be more spoken ad-libs from the cast than I remember from past performances. Not to the extent of, say, the 2014 North Shore Music Theatre production, but notable. For example, this exchange between the Thénardiers just before "Master of the House": Thénardier �� What time is it? Mme. T. – Time to get to work! Thénardier – There she is! My daily reminder that you can be happy, or you can be married!

*The "Waltz of Treachery" gave comic business to Young Cosette, of all people! On "That would quite fit the bill..." the Thénardiers picked her up and held her horizontally, stiff as a board, and then on "...if she hadn't so often been ill," she dramatically went limp. It seemed as if they had trained her to play sick in this way, presumably to earn charity from rich travelers. I didn't care for it, though: Young Cosette isn't a character who lends herself to slapstick comedy.

*Grantaire didn't scream "No!" when Gavroche was killed. Instead the whole barricade went deathly silent, as they used to in the old days of the classic Nunn/Caird production. I'm not sure if this was a change in direction or just an acting choice, but I'm assuming the former, because every past Grantaire I've seen or heard in the Connor/Powell production has done the "No!"

*The gag from the previous tour of Mme. Thénardier stuffing her face with cake in the wedding scene is gone. Just as well: it was goofy slapstick at best and fatphobic at worst.

*In "Beggars at the Feast," instead of "This one's a queer, but what can you do?" Thénardier sang "This one's a queer. I might try it too!" then grabbed the man and "romantically" dipped him.

One thing I definitely like about the current tour is the commitment to diverse casting, which wasn't seen nearly as much in the classic Nunn/Caird production until its last few years. In this particular performance, Jean Valjean, Fantine, Marius, Éponine, Cosette (both older and young), and Gavroche were all people of color.

But of course, diverse casting would mean little if the performers didn't give good quality performances. Fortunately they all did. Some performances I liked better than others, but there was no denying how talented the whole cast was.

Randy Jeter (Jean Valjean u/s)

How ridiculous it is that in the musical's 37 years of existence, this man is only the third black actor to play Jean Valjean in an official Cameron Mackintosh production! While I was a little disappointed at first not to see Nick Cartell again, I'm very glad now that I saw Randy. His voice was rich, clear, and alternately powerful and sweet: excellently suited to the music. And he did full justice to Valjean's journey, with all its transformations and wide range of emotions, making every one of the believable. My only reservation about his performance was that physically, he was a little bit youthful and slight for the role. I hope that either in this tour or in future productions, more people get a chance to see his Valjean.

Preston Truman Boyd (Javert)

One of the best of the last several Javerts I've seen live. He was a solid, imposing stage presence, who sang with a rich, handsome baritone voice with a bite to it that almost recalled Philip Quast, and was an appropriately inexorable force of the law until he was ultimately broken. I was relieved that he wasn't too aggressive or neurotic, but gave a traditional, hard and stolid characterization.

Haley Dortch (Fantine)

A lovely and passionate Fantine, with a beautiful, powerful voice. Past Fantines whom I've seen in the Connor/Powell production have tended to be slightly too delicate and passive for my taste, so I was glad to see her bring a good amount of fire to the role.

Matt Crowle (Thénardier)

A talented, enthusiastic performer, but not quite ideal for this role. Besides seeming slightly youthful for the part (not uncommon), he was a flamboyant comic Thénardier, without the edge of nastiness or realism that other actors bring. Still, as I discovered from an interview, he's read the novel, and he did do a good job of creating a ferret-like stage presence and a "scratchy, vermin-like voice" (in his own words). I've seen better, but he was fine.

Christina Rose Hall (Madame Thénardier)

A decent Mme. T., but like her onstage husband, she wasn't as nasty as she could have been. This might have been intentional on her part, though: she often seemed as if she was trying to play a more sympathetic, comically put-upon Thénardiess. But to make that portrayal fully work, I think her husband should have been more of a domineering emotional bully than Matt's Thénardier was. Overall she was good, but both Thénardiers needed more of an edge.

Christine Heesun Hwang (Éponine)

A good Éponine whom I'd like to see again sometime. Her voice was rich and powerful, and while she wasn't particularly wild or gritty, she brought good, solid toughness to the role that I like to see, as well as plenty of feeling. Her "On My Own" went beyond mere pining into desperation, as if she were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and "A Little Fall of Rain" was beautifully gentle and tender.

Christopher James Tamayo (Marius u/s)

I liked him very much. His voice was a warm, rich baritenor, which I prefer to the thin, high tenors of so many recent Marii. His characterization was excellent too: gentlemanly and dignified, yet youthful, innocent, and tender, and believable in all his many emotions. He deserves to be the regular Marius, not just an understudy, either in this tour someday or in a future production.

Devin Archer (Enjolras)

Until after the show, I had forgotten that I saw him as Marius in a regional production back in 2015. He's definitely grown up nicely from a Marius into an Enjolras. While too "human" and "manly" to be Hugo's "marble lover of liberty," he was an appropriately strong, dignified, courageous leader, staunchly dedicated to the cause, yet a caring friend too, with a reserved yet commanding stage presence and a handsome, powerful voice to match.

Addie Morales (Cosette)

Good, but not a favorite. Her voice was light, pure, and slightly thin, but pretty. Acting-wise, she was a very lively, bubbly Cosette, often giggly in Act I, and an angry "rebellious teen" toward Valjean (though still with all-important moments of affection). I used to favor that characterization because it made Cosette "stronger," but now I have mixed feelings about it, because it's not really true to her upbringing or to the novel. Still, as a whole, she was good.

Ciaran Bowling (Grantaire u/s)

In a US tour performance, I wasn't expecting to see a British veteran of the London production who also had a minor role in the 2012 film! But he was a welcome presence: appropriately funny and boisterous in "Red and Black," angry and despairing in "Drink With Me," and touching in his reconciliation with Enjolras and his death.

(Though I must admit, I'm not the biggest fan of the current staging of Grantaire's "Drink With Me" solo, where he goes to center stage, sings the solo angrily and aggressively, and then pushes Enjolras away when the latter tries to talk to him. It annoys me that every replica-production Grantaire now performs it that way. I miss the variety from the old days, when individual actors and resident directors were allowed to do what they liked with that moment and bring all sorts of different emotions and nuances to it.)

Milo Maharlika (Gavroche)

An excellent, lively, likable young presence.

(I do like the fact that in the current staging, Gavroche is everyone's emotional support at the barricade, comforting both Marius after Éponine's death and Grantaire in "Drink With Me.")

Vivian Atencio (Young Cosette)

An appropriately sweet little girl.

The ensemble was excellent all around.

Going to see this performance was such a wonderful experience. It would have been a thrill no matter what, because I've been waiting five years to see the show in person again, but the good performance quality made it truly shine. I hope that within the next few months, while the show is still in California – most likely when it comes to San José in October – I can see it again.

#les mis #les miserables #musical #review #us tour #san francisco #orpheum theatre

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ellohcee · 1 year

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Rough sketches for a idea I started brewing a while ago, context under the cut

Jasper watches from the wings as the band performs, a good gaggle of them on an equally eclectic gaggle of instruments. A large group that he’s seen around the club before but never heard sing until today and he’s regretting waiting so long to watch one of their shows. They have such an energy to them, like they’re all just there to have fun playing music together. They range from lightly bouncing feet on some to a couple of the guys towards the back just absolutely cutting loose in a way that Jasper has to give props to.

But there’s one man in particular who’s captured his interest. One of the two lead singers, who seems to glow like the sun itself has come to manifest in the club and outshine every stage light focused on his group.

Next to him, currently oblivious to his spiral, Gwen puffs out a sigh as they wait. “I hate this folksy shit,” she grumbles softly, not sounding too genuinely annoyed about the music itself, but maybe more so just waiting for their rotation to start.

Jasper doesn’t respond, still watching the ginger as he moves with the energy of the group. That’s the thing that really interests him about their band, they don’t just stand in one spot and perform, or even do their own thing, they all move around and weave towards and away from each other, flowing effortlessly in a dance for such a crowded stage. At least when the tone of the song calls for it.

They range from stomp your feet energy to soft, morose tones, and no matter what the singer is performing, Jasper can’t look away from him. His voice is warm, smooth like honey, and it’s during those calmer songs that it can really be distinguished. When the energy softens down to a gentle lull, holding the audience entranced in such a cloud of rapt and hushed attention, it really lets the singers shine. Their voices lend well to each other, harmonizing, both of their tones different but still soft and sweet.

And like the flipping of a switch, the mood shifts suddenly but not at all harsh. They pick one more energetic song for the last of the set, their performance made so enjoyable just for how much fun they seem to have together, ramping the crowd back up.

Once they finish their last song and express thanks and goodnights to the cheering crowd, the band begins to filter off the stage.

The ginger is looking over his shoulder, saying something to one of his band mates as he trots down the steps with a delighted smile, full of that familiar joyful rush of a live performance that Jasper knows well. When he turns his head to look forward, he catches eyes with Jasper and pauses as they stare at each other, the rest of the band filtering around their singer. Jasper inhales slowly through his nose, lost in the man’s eyes, a lovely sea green that catch in a warm glow, his cheeks full of freckles and a flush from exertion and stage lights.

Finally, the man seems to come back to himself and smiles brightly, making Jasper’s heart skip a beat and oh fuck, if he wasn’t already done for he’s definitely a goner now.

“Good luck!” the ginger chirps, before turning to trot after his band, leaving Jasper breathless and all kinds of crushing.

The whole time Gwen watches this interaction curiously, looking between the ginger and her bandmate’s starry-eyed stare, the pieces clicking into place before Jasper can pull himself together.

She suddenly smirks, elbowing Jasper and startling him. “What?” he gasps, breath catching roughly in his throat from the abrupt action.

Gwen’s smirk widens and she clicks her tongue, waggling her eyebrows.

Jasper catches on as he comes out of the trance, his cheeks flushing pink as he laughs, at how knowing her expression is and how quickly she’d gone in for the kill. “Oh shut up!” he grins, finally pulling himself together and following her up onstage as she merely barks out a laugh.

#ellodraws #jaspvid #band au #imagine Oh Hellos vibe for David's band #Jasper's is kind of like uhhh indie rock idk what the genre is i'm thinking of #apologies to gwen for leaving her out but it's 2am #it's okay she gets Clem

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abbygraceasd · 5 months

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Shakespeare Code

The Doctor turns a wheeled control while Martha holds onto the console to remain steady. I am sitting in one of the chairs watching them.

“But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?”

“Oh, let’s take the fun and mystery out of everything. Martha, you don’t wanna know. It just does. Hold on tight!” He practically climbs onto the console.

Martha is knocked to the floor and the Doctor falls off the console.

I laugh at both of them, standing up and grabbing the Doctor’s coat and Martha’s jacket.

“Blimey! Don’t you have to pass a test to fly this thing?”

I nod, handing the Doctor his coat, “Yeah, he failed it. Now, make the most of it.” I hand Martha her jacket.

“I promised you one trip and one trip only. Outside this door…” The Doctor stops at the door and faces us, “Brave new world.”

 “Where are we?” She asks.

“Take a look.” He opens the door, “After you.”

Martha walks outside.

We follow her.

“Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God! We did it. We traveled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I gotta get used to this whole new language. When are we?”

I glance up and pull her back, narrowly avoiding the contents of a bucket that a man throws out of a first-floor window.

“Mind the loo!”

“Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that.” He apologizes. 

“I’ve seen worse. I’ve worked the late night shift at A&E.”

The Doctor starts to walk off.

“But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?”

 I tilt my head at her, “Of course we can. Why do you ask?”

“It’s like in the films. You step on a butterfly; you change the future of the human race.” She explains.

“Well, tell you what then, don’t step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?”

We continue walking.

“What if, I dunno, what if I kill my grandfather?” 

“It’d be a bit hard to do that, judging by the clothing, I’d say we’re right before the 1600s, and we’re in London too.” I gesture around us.

The Doctor furrows her brow, “How do you know that?”

“My sister, she’s contemplating getting a degree in archival through fashion.”

“Hang on, I’m not gonna get carted off as a slave, am I?”

“Why would they do that?” The Doctor asks.

I make a face.

“Not exactly white, in case you haven’t noticed.” She points out.

“I’m not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me.” He shrugs.

I narrow my eyes at him, “We’re gonna talk about that later.” I turn to Martha, “Just stay close. And if someone gives you trouble just shout for me and I’ll knock ‘em out.”

“Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there.” He points to a man shoveling manure, “They’ve got recycling.” He motions to a pair of men by a water barrel, “Water cooler moment.” We walk past a man packing about the end of the world, “Global warming. Oh, yes, and… entertainment! Popular entertainment for the masses. If I’m right, we’re just down the river by Southwark right next to…” The Doctor takes our hands and we run around the corner, “Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre. Brand new. Just opened. Though, strictly speaking, it’s not a globe; it’s a tetra-decagon, 14 sides, containing the man himself.”

“Whoa, you don’t mean… is Shakespeare in there?” 

“Oh, yes.” He holds his arms out to us, “Miss Grabska, Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?” 

Martha and I share a look before linking arms with him. “We will.” 

“When you get home, you can tell everyone you’ve seen Shakespeare.”

 “Then I could get sectioned!” She jests.

After the play, everyone applauds as the actors onstage take their bows.

“That’s amazing! Just amazing. It’s worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?” 

I laugh, “London never changes.”

 “Where’s Shakespeare? I wanna see Shakespeare.” She starts to chant with her fist in the air, “Author! Author!”

We both look at her.

“Do people shout that? Do they shout ‘author’?”

 A man standing near us picks up the chant and it soon spreads. 

The Doctor looks around, “Well… they do now.”

My eyes light up with mischief, the Doctor notices, “What are you thinking about?”

 “We should bring a beach ball next time we do this.” I grin.

Martha snorts out a laugh, “Oh, that’s brilliant.” 

Shakespeare comes out and takes an exaggerated bow and blows kisses. The audience goes wild and cheers even louder.

“He’s a bit different from his portraits.” She says.

“Genius. He’s a genius, the genius. The most human Human that’s ever been. Now we’re gonna hear him speak. Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words.”

 “Shut your big fat mouths!” Shakespeare shouts.

The audience laughs.

The Doctor speaks, disappointed, “Oh, well.”

“You should never meet your heroes.”

“You have excellent taste! I’ll give you that.” Shakespeare points to a man in the audience, “Oh, that’s a wig!”

“I know what you’re all saying, ‘Loves Labour’s Lost’ That’s a funny ending, isn’t it? It just stops! Will the boys get the girls? Well, don’t get your hose in a tangle, you’ll find out soon. Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don’t rush a genius.” Shakespeare bows, before he jerks upright, “When? Tomorrow night.”

The audience cheers, “The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it ‘Loves Labour’s Won’!”

The audience applauds loudly.

We walk out of the theatre with the rest of the crowd.

“I’m not an expert, but I’ve never heard of ‘Loves Labour’s Won’.” Martha points out.

“Exactly, the lost play. It doesn’t exist, only in rumors. It’s mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turned up, no one knows why.”

“Have you got a mini-disk or something?” Martha asks, “We could tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint.”

I give her a look, “No.”

“Right, ‘cause that would be bad.” She nods, “Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?”

 “Well, I was just gonna give you a quick little trip in the Tardis but I suppose we could stay a bit longer.”

We walk into the Elephant Inn and up the stairs.

“Hello!” The Doctor knocks on the open door, “Excuse me! I’m not interrupting, am I? Mr. Shakespeare, isn’t it?”

Shakespeare starts rattling, “Oh no, no, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can’t have yourself sketched with me. And please don’t ask me where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove…” He seems to notice Martha and I standing behind the Doctor, “Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me.”

My eyes widen and I share a glance with Martha.

Shakespeare addresses the two men, “You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.”

The barmaid motions for the men to leave, “Come on, lads. I think our William’s found his new muses.”

“Sweet ladies.” Martha sits at the table, “Such unusual clothes. So… fitted.” He glances at me, specifically my legs, “And short too. Come sit.”

I give the Doctor an annoyed look as I sit at the table.

The Doctor holds psychic paper out to Shakespeare, “I’m Sir Doctor of Tardis, this is Dame Abigail of Tardis and this is our companion, Miss Martha Jones.”

“Interesting, that bit of paper. It’s blank.”

The Doctor looks at him impressed, “Oh, that’s… very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius.”

Martha peers at the paper, “No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Dame Abigail, Martha Jones. It says so.”

“And I say it’s blank.” Shakespeare says.

The Doctor scratches the back of his head, “Psychic paper. Um, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch.” He puts the psychic paper away.

“Psychic. Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More’s the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?”

My eyes widen and I stare at him.

“What did you say?” Martha asks.

“Oops. Isn’t that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric…”

I look at Martha, “I’m gonna have a conniption.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”

 “It’s political correctness gone mad. Martha’s from a far-off land. Freedonia.”

“Excuse me!” A man enters the room, “Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behavior. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mr. Shakespeare. As Master of Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed.” 

“Tomorrow morning, first thing. I’ll send it ‘round.” Shakespeare says. “I don’t work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!”

“I can’t.” 

“Then tomorrow’s performance is canceled. I’m returning to my office for a banning order. If it’s the last thing I do, ‘Love’s Labour’s Won’ will never be played.” The man leaves.

“Well, then… mystery solved. That’s ‘Love’s Labour’s Won’ over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know… more mysterious.” Martha seems disappointed.

There’s screaming from outside.

“You just had to fucking say that.”

We rush out to the street where the Master of Revels is spitting up water.

“What’s wrong with him? Leave it to me. I’m a Doctor.” The Doctor goes to his side.

“So am I, near enough.” Martha joins him.

The man falls to the ground, the Doctor stands and runs to look down the street.

Martha bends over him, listening for a heartbeat, “Gotta get the heart going. C’mon, can you hear me? You’re gonna be alright.” She prepares to start mouth-to-mouth as the Doctor returns and water gushes from the man’s mouth, “What the hell is that?”

“I’ve never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water, he drowned, and then… I dunno, like a blow to the heart, an invisible blow.” The Doctor stands and addresses the barmaid, “Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humors. A natural if unfortunate demise. Call a constable and have him taken away.”

She nods, “Yes, sir.”

A young woman walks up, “I’ll do it, ma’am.”

The Doctor crouches down beside the body.

“And why are you telling them that?” Martha asks.

“This lot have got one foot still in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth, they’ll panic and think it was witchcraft.” He answers.

“Okay, what was it then?” 

“Witchcraft.” I tell her.

“I got you a room, Sir Doctor. You, Dame Abigail, and Miss Jones are just across the landing.” The barmaid leaves.

“Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor?” Shakespeare ponders.

“Where a woman can do what she likes.” Martha corrects.

“And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?”

“I do a lot of reading.”

“A trite reply. Yeah, that’s what I’d do.” Shakespeare looks to me, “And you, you look at this man like he hung the moon and stars in the sky.”

Martha raises an eyebrow at me.

“He might as well have.” I answer vaguely before exiting the room. Martha follows me out.

Martha is examining the room when the Doctor enters, “Not exactly five-star, is it?”

I shrug, “We’ve seen worse.”

“I haven’t even got a toothbrush.” Martha comments.

“Ooh.” The Doctor pats his pockets and pulls out a packaged toothbrush, “Contains Venusian spearmint.”

“So, who’s going where? I mean, there’s only one bed.”

He squints for a moment, “We’ll manage. C’mon.” He flops onto the bed, holding his arms out to me.

I roll my eyes with a smile, going to the bed and laying down on top of him.

“So, magic and stuff. That’s a surprise. It’s a little bit ‘Harry Potter’.”

I wince, “I wouldn’t know I refuse to read those books ever since I found out what she did in 2020.”

She looks confused, “What did she do?”

“She said anyone who reads or likes the Harry Potter stuff supports her transphobic views.” I answer plainly.

Her eyes widen, “Eesh. So is that stuff real? Like, witches, black magic, and all that?”

“No.” I tell her.

“Looks like witchcraft but it isn’t. Can’t be. Are you gonna stand there all night?” The Doctor asks.

Martha lays on the bed next to us, “Sorry, there’s not much room. Us three here, same bed. Tongues will wag.”

Alarm bells go off in my head, ‘She’s flirting with both of us? Ooh.’

“There’s such a thing as psychic energy but a human couldn’t channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we’d have spotted that.” He turns his head to face Martha, “No. There’s something I’m missing, Martha. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can’t see it.” He turns his head back, “Still, can’t be helped. You’re a novice, never mind. I’ll take you back home tomorrow.”

Martha looks miffed, “Great.” She turns her back to us and blows out the candle.

I wake up to a scream.

We burst into Shakespeare’s room and Martha and the Doctor examine Dolly’s body.

I run to the window and see the silhouette of a witch on a broom flying in the sky.

“Her heart gave out, she died of fright.” 

“Doctor?” I call for him.

He joins me at the window, “What did you see?”

“A witch.”

We all sit at Shakespeare’s desk.

“Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit.” Shakespeare ponders.

“‘Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’” The Doctor quotes.

“I might use that.”

“You can’t. It’s someone else’s.” I tell Shakespeare.

“But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright and they were both connected to you.” Martha points out.

“You’re accusing me?”

“No.” I shake my head, “But I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away.”

“Peter Streete spoke of witches.” He admits.

“Who’s Peter Streete?” Martha asks.

“Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe.”

“The architect. Hold on. The architect! The architect!” The Doctor slams his fist on the table, “The Globe! Come on!” He rushes off.

The Doctor is in the pit while the rest of us are onstage.

“The columns there, right? 14 sides. I’ve always wondered but I never asked… tell me, Will, why 14 sides?”

“It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that’s all. Said it carried the sound well.” Shakespeare explains.

“Why does that ring a bell? 14…”

“There are 14 lines in a sonnet.”

“So there is. Good point. Words and shapes follow the same design.” The Doctor paces, “14 lines, 14 sides, 14 facets… Oh, my head. Tetradecagon… think, think, think! Words, letters, numbers, lines!”

“This is just a theatre.”

“Oh, but a theatre’s magic, isn’t it? You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time… Oh, you can make men weep, or cry with joy, change them. You can change people’s minds with just words in this place. And if you exaggerate that…”

“It’s like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside.” Martha suggests.

“Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?”

“You won’t get an answer. A month after finishing this place… lost his mind.” “What happened?” I ask.

“Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled.” Shakespeare tells us.

“Where is he now?” The Doctor asks.

“Bedlam.”

My face pales, “The madhouse?”

Shakespeare nods.

“Okay, well, I'd rather not go back to a mental hospital, even if it is for a visit.” I admit.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” The Doctor says, “Come on.” He walks out. I reluctantly follow him.

“So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors.”

“The country’s ruled by a woman.” I answer. “Ah, she’s royal. That’s God’s business. Though you two are a royal beauty.” Shakespeare glances between me and Martha.

I see the Doctor step slower.

“Whoa, Nelly! I know for a fact you’ve got a wife in the country.” Martha points out.

“But Martha, this is Town.” He smirks.

The Doctor turns and comes towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me along, “Come on. We can all have a good flirt later.” “Is that a promise, Doctor?”

The Doctor and I share a grin.

“Oh, 57 academics just punched the air. Now move!”

Screams and moans echo through the halls as we are led through Bedlam.

“Does my lord, Doctor, wish some entertainment while he waits? I’d whip these madmen. They’ll put on a good show for ya. Bandog and Bedlam!” The jailer asks.

“No, I don’t!”

“Wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies.” The jailer walks away.

“So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?” Martha asks.

“Oh, and it’s all so different in Freedonia.”

“Do you honestly think this place is any good?” I ask.

“I’ve been mad. I’ve lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves it’s purpose.”

“Mad in what way?”

“You lost your son.” The Doctor realizes.

“My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn’t even there.”

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Martha apologizes.

“It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be… oh, that’s quite good.”

“You should write that down.” The Doctor suggests.

“Hm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?” The jailer calls out to us, “This way, m’lord!”

We walk down the hall to Peter Streete’s cell.

The jailer unlocks the door, “They can be dangerous, m’lord. Don’t know their own strength.”

“I think it helps if you don’t whip them!” I seeth, “Now get out!” The jailer leaves and I approach Peter slowly, “Peter? Peter Streete?”

“He’s the same as he was. You’ll get nothing out of him.”

I set my hand on his shoulder gently, “Peter?”

His head jerks up and he looks up at me with wild, glassy eyes, seeming like he wants to speak.

The Doctor places his fingertips along Peter’s face, “Peter, I’m the Doctor. Go into the past, one year ago. Let your mind go back, back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter’s tale. Let go. Listen. That’s it, just let go.” He lies Peter down on his cot, “Tell me the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches.”

“Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The 14 walls, always 14. When the work was done.” He laughs, “They sapped poor Peter’s wits.”

“Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city?” I crouch beside Peter, “Peter, tell us. You’ve got to tell us, where were they?”

“All Hallows Street.”

A witch appears beside us, “Too many words.” I go to stand beside Martha, “What the hell?”

“Just one touch of the heart.” She lays her hand on Peter’s chest.

“No!” Peter dies.

“Witch! I’m seeing a witch!”

“Who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I’ll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals.”

Martha shouts at the door, “Let us out! Let us out!” “Not gonna work. The whole building’s shouting that.” “Who will die first, hmm?”

“Well, if you’re looking for volunteers.” The Doctor walks towards the witch.

I stare at him, “The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Doctor, can you stop her?” Shakespeare asks.

“No mortal has power over me.”

“Oh, but there’s a power in words. If I can find the right one, if I can just know you…”

“None on Earth has knowledge of us.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here. Now think, think, think… humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy… ah, 14! That’s it! 14! The 14 stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite.”

The witch wails and disappears.

“What did you do?”

“I named her. The power of a name. That’s old magic.”

“But there’s no such thing as magic.” “Well, it’s just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead.” The Doctor explains.

“Use them for what?” “The end of the world.”

“The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe. Nobody was sure if they were real or legend.” “I’m going for real.” Shakespeare says.

“But what do they want?” Marths asks.

“A new empire on Earth. A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.”

“But how.” “I’m looking at the man with the words.” “Me? But I’ve done nothing.” “Hold on. What were you doing last night, when that Carrionite was in the room?” I ask.

“Finishing the play.” “WHat happens on the last page?”

“The boys get the girls. They have a bit of a dance. It’s all as funny and thought provoking as usual, except those last few lines. Funny thing is… i don’t actually remember writing them.” Shakespeare admits.

“That’s it. They used you. They gave you the final words. Like a spell, like a code. ‘Love’s Labours Won’, it’s a weapon! The right combination of words, spoken at the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play’s the thing! And yes, you can have that!”

Back in the Inn, the Doctor is looking at the map. “All Hallows Street. There it is. Martha, we’ll track them down. Will, Abby, get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play!”

“I’ll do it.” Shakespeare shakes the Doctor’s hand, “All these years I’ve been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing.” “Oh, don’t complain.”

“I’m not. It’s marvelous. Good luck, Doctor.” “Good luck, Shakespeare.” They head for the door, “Once more unto the breach!”

“I like that. Wait a minute… that’s one of mine.” I shout at him, “Just go!”

Shakespeare and I burst through the door onstage.

“Stop the play! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, but stop. This performance must end immediately! I’m sorry. You’ll get a refund.” The audience boos, “But this play must not be performed!”

Shakespeare falls unconscious on the stage. I groan, motioning for the actors to carry him off stage.

The Doctor and Martha run in.

“Stop the play! I think that was it. Yeah, I said, ‘Stop the play!’”

“I hit my head.”

“Yeah, don’t rub it, you’ll go bald.” The Doctor hears the screams from out front, “I think that’s my cue!”

We run on stage.

“The Doctor! He lives! Then watch this world become a blasted heath! They come! They come!”

The remaining Carrionites freed from the crystal fly around the globe.

I grab Shakespeares' arm, “Come on, Will! History needs you!”

“But what can I do?” He asks.

“Reverse it!”

“How am I supposed to do that?” “The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you’re the wordsmith, the one true genius. The only man clever enough to do it!” The Doctor tells him.

“But what words? I have none ready. The Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!”

“Trust yourself. When you’re locked away in your room, the words just come, don’t they? Like magic. Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm, words that last forever! That’s what you do, Will! You choose the perfect words. Do it. Improvise!” I tell him.

He walks downstage, “Close up this den of hateful, dire decay! Decomposition of your witches’ plot! You thrive my brains, consider me your toy. My doting Doctor tells me I am not!” “No! Words of power!”

“Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show! Between the points…” Shakespeare looks to the Doctor.

“7-6-1-3-9-0!”

Shakespeare repeats, “7-6-1-3-9-0! And banished like a brass farthing, I say to thee…” He looks to us, “You are not worthy of carving!”

The Carrionites scream.

“The deep darkness! They are consumed! Ahhh!”

The wraith-like Carrionites get sucked up into the cloud, tornado fashion, as do all copies of the play.

“‘Love’s Labours Won’. There it goes.”

The cloud dissipates and the audience sighs in relief before applauding.

The Doctor ducks out as the actors take their bows.

“They think it was all special effects.” I smile.

“Your effect is special indeed.” Shakespeare flirts.

Martha and I share a look.

“Not your best line.” Martha says.

We take a bow.

The next morning, Martha, Shakespeare and I sit on the edge of the stage.

“And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer.” “I don’t get it.” Martha shakes her head.

“Really? Made sense to me.” I say.

“Explain it?” “Heart as in the organ and hart as in a male deer. Makes more sense when you read it. Doesn’t make it funny though.” I shrug.

“Then give me a joke from Freedonia.”

“Ok, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, ‘Oi, mate, you’re bard.’”

“It’s brilliant! Doesn’t make sense, mind you, but never mind that.” He wraps his hand around Martha’s waist, “Come here.”

“I’ve only just met you.” “The Doctor might never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?”

I look at Martha, her face shows embarrassment.

“He might not kiss her but I might.” I smirk.

Both their heads snap in my direction.

Before they can say anything the Doctor emerges from backstage wearing a ruff collar and carrying an animal skull.

“Good props store back there! Im not sure about this though.” He looks at the skull, “Reminds me of a Sycorax.” “Sycorax. Nice word. I’ll have that off you as well.” “I should be on 10%. How’s your head?”

“Still aching.” “Here, I got you this.” The Doctor removes the collar and puts it on Shakespeare’s neck, “Neck brace. Wear that for a few days ‘til it's better, although you might wanna keep it. It suits you.” “What about the play?” I ask.

“Gone. I looked all over, every single copy of ‘Love’s Labours’ Won’ went up in the sky.” “My lost masterpiece.” Shakespeare laments. “You could write it up again.” Martha suggests.

“Yeah, better not, Will. There’s still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten.” “Oh, but i’ve got new ideas. Perhaps it’s time I write about fathers and sons. In memory of my boy, my precious Hamnet.” “Hamnet?” Martha asks.

I shake my head at her, discouraging her from making another comment.

“Anyway, time we were off. I’ve got a nice attic in the tardis where this lot,” The Doctor holds up the crystal, “can scream for all eternity and I’ve gotta take Martha back to Freedonia.”

“You mean travel on through time and space.” Shakespeare corrects. “You what?”

“You’re from another world like the Carrionites and Martha and Abby are from the future. It’s not hard to work out.” “That’s… incredible. You are incredible.” “We’re alike in many ways, Doctor. Martha, let me say goodbye to you in a new verse. A sonnet for my Dark Lady. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate…” One of the actors calls out, “Will! Will! You’ll never believe it! She’s here! She’s turned up!”

“We’re the talk of the town. She heard about last night! She wants us to perform it again.”

“Who?”

“Her Majesty! She’s here!”

There’s fanfare as Elizabeth I enters.

“Queen Elizabeth I!” The Doctor speaks excitedly.

She glares at him, “Doctor!�� “What?”

Her glare turns to me, “Abby!”

“Huh?”

“My sworn enemies!”

“What the fuck?” “Off with their heads!”

“Oop!” I hop off the stage and grab the Doctor’s hand, “That’s our cue! See you, Will! And thanks!”

We run off.

“Stop that pernicious Doctor and the harlot Abby!”

We run through the streets to the Tardis.

“Stop in the name of the Queen!”

“What have you two done to upset her?!” “How should I know? Haven’t even met her yet. That‘s time travel for you! Still can’t wait to find out.” He unlocks the Tardis and Martha and I run in, “That’s something to look forward to. Oh!”

I hear something hit the door as he ducks inside.

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