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StarDom!Multiverse Star Sanses
OG Dream!Sans by @/jokublog
OG Swap!Sans by [N/A]
OG Ink!Sans by @/comyet & @/myebi
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The StarDom!Multiverse is an alternative Multiverse that follows my own view and head-canon of the characters we all know and love.
He was born 2 minutes before Nightmare, but he plays along on being the younger one because that makes Nightmare happy
Had some suspicions about the abuse the villagers did to Nightmare, but didn't want to jump into conclusion
He himself has been used and abused by the villagers but though it was normal for the guardian of positivity to help
He was 8 when the apple incident happened
It took around 500 years for him to escape the stone prison and developed claustrophobia and PTSD
His first friend was Haventale Sans, although they don't talk as much they used to do nowadays
Biologically speaking he's 500+ years old, but mentally he's only 16 making him hypothetically the youngest of the Stars
Was friends with Ink before an argument, let them apart
He knows that the current Nightmare isn't his brother, but because they share the same body he believes that they are still connected
No one knows, but he's #1 Nightmare fan
Does have a forked tongue due to an "accident"
He has mastered his control over emotions and can release or hold in both positive and negative emotions
[More to be added]
An excellent liar, sometimes he forgets that the thing he said was a lie
He's kind but not a pushover
He also can be mean sometimes when he's stressed
He was about to transform into an error before Error threw him away from his Anti-Void, and that caused him to become invulnerable to Error and obtain new powers
He can hop around the multiverse, create stars as weapons (similar to Asriel's stars) and he's almost immortal but can still die through violent ways
He was friends with Ink before the errorfication but stopped after Ink told him he was replaceable as there are many versions of him
Dream rescued Blue when he was thrown away
Has a scar on his neck caused by Error
Held a grudge against Error for making him unable to go home but got over it
Because part of him is an error, he has become more impulsive
Is insecure about the black bones on his body, therefore his covers it
Very good at manipulation
Uses his reputation as "cute swap sans" to get what he wants (and it works most of the time)
If angered, he can start glitching, especially on his cape
[More to be added]
Often visit Underswap, where he was, indeed, replaced with another Sans
Doesn't cook as often as none of the Stats needed to eat
Hates being in the Anti-Void, even if he can go out on his own
He still believes that everyone can change if they just try
He will prioritize Swap AUs over others
He does have emotions, he just need to activate them with paint
Has a pet snake that he stole adopted named Peppy
The snake species is Terciopelo or Bothrops Asper
Forgot Dream and Blue were no longer friend with him and tried to befriend them again
He can and will ignore the laws of physics
Can grant creatures the ability to hop around the Multiverse
He hates being alone, especially in the Anti-Void
After befriended Dream and Blue again, he has written their information on his scarf (He doesn't remember that they were past friends)
He is quite apathetic and can't understand the emotions of other people very well, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care
Surprisingly, he's the therapist of the group!
Often forget Dream and Blue's name and when he does, he calls them buddy, friend or pal
Hates it when it happens because even with his bad memory he knows that they are someone important to him
[More to be added]
No matter how apathetic he can be, he is more than capable to know when someone is using him
Have never tried makeup until Dream and Blue showed him
Calls Error "mou chou"
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The star badges on their outfit is a tool created with their magic
Blue's magic created its shape
Dream's magic gave a protection and healing overtime
Ink's magic can make them teleport back to base with only a drop of magic
#sans au#undertale au#utmv#utmv au#dream sans#dream#swap sans#blue#ink sans#ink#stardom multiverse#starcase art#starcase references
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Are you bored of your everyday life? Do you find yourself flicking through TV channels, wishing you could be something more? Have you ever had your television suck you into it, transporting you to an island in space where you're forced to compete for stardom?
Welcome to....
THE MULTIVERSAL CHANNEL NETWORK!!
MCN is an 18+ OC camp where your characters are forced to compete for a chance to own their very own planet. And their host, Silver Screens, doesn't seem to care if they aren't keen on the fame and fortune. He'll make a star of them yet!
MCN is a themed camp about anything and everything TV tropes.
MCN is also a gimmick camp, where the changing channels seem to have an odd effect on the contestants.
MCN is semi-serious. Meaning there are both story-focused challenges and joke-focused challenges.
Any entry type is welcome, as is any OC type.
Deadlines last 1 week for challenges, making the camp set at a comfortable pace.
This camp is Beginner Friendly! Don't worry about lack of experience, come on in and check it out!
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a lesson on style - iv . [ ljn | njm ]
pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv., pt. v, pt. vi
you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king lee jeno for the semester-long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. that is, until you strike a deal with your partner. alternatively: an au tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.
pairing: jeno x fem!reader, jaemin x fem!reader
verse: high school au { jocks!nomin ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius renjun }
rating: M for sexual themes ( there are allusions to sex but no explicit smut! )
chapter warnings:
word count: 7.6k
author’s note: i went quiet for a hot minute because a ton of nice things ate up all my weekends and a ton of terrible things ate up all my weekdays but im BACK with gremlin energy stronger than ever !!!!
tagging @justalildumpling
Renjun, being the quintessential all-around nerd that he is, has told you a lot about what they talk about in his advanced placement physics classes. A huge part of their class’ previous term had to do with theoretical physics; it had been basically months of him trying to enthusiastically explain something wildly abstract to you, and you laying your head on his fairly tall pile of books checked out from the library, humming in agreement at opportune times, like when he’d catch his breath, to make it sound like you weren’t falling asleep on him. He’d told you about the uncertainty principle, the multiverse theories, the difference between loop quantum gravity and string theory — both of which, he’d said, had their merits, but he was ultimately a stringy universe kind of guy. A lot of the stuff he’d said hadn’t made much sense, and they mostly seemed impossible, which is why you’d stopped trying to pay attention by the end of the first month.
With all of that information in mind, however, you have to say that this is the most absurd thing you’ve heard thus far.
“That’s physically impossible,” you say without even thinking. Jeno, who has been grinning for the last two minutes leading up to his proposition, suddenly shifts mood, looking a little taken aback.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, this,” you gesture to yourself as a whole, trying to ignore the inappropriately timed wave of tingles that arises when his eyes follow your hand. “Is not a shapeless slab of stone you’re going to be able to sculpt into something magical. I’m… I’m as good as it’s going to get. Which is fine, by the way.”
“Not really sure about the analogy,” he muses. “But I’ll go with it. I’m not going to try to re-mold you, or anything. We can just spruce it up. Kind of like putting Calvin Klein boxer briefs on that ripped naked guy by Michelangelo.”
“Wh — okay, I’m not even going to bother asking about the underwear brand choice.” You wave the analogy away. “You know that… getting a good, stardom-esque reputation like yours isn’t easy in high school, right?”
“Yeah, but it’s not impossible,” Vaguely, you note that he doesn’t reject the idea that he’s a high school superstar. “Remember Park Jisung?”
“The guy that stands behind you in games?”
“The running back, yes,” he confirms. “Two years ago, that kid was a total loner. He ate lunch under that big tree next to the teacher’s parking lot. Now he’s running for captain next year, and everyone in his level is friends with him. And he’s wearing contact lenses instead of glasses now. See?”
“I’m not sure how that last one fits in, but I’m also going to let it go for now. I don’t have two years,” you remind him. “We graduate this term. Well — hopefully.”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “You don’t need two years. I’m just saying. You’re always with that friend of yours, but you could stand to widen your circle, and there are a lot of our classmates I know you’d get along with. You could get into some cool new things, meet new people, share new interests. Plus, we’d get to hang out a lot more instead of just, you know, doing,” he points disdainfully at the list of topics. “That.”
You stare down at the paper, but your eyes just stick to it blankly without reading, your mind trying to process everything instead. You don’t really care about climbing up the proverbial social ladder; average is pretty fine with you, and you’re not even sure what a better reputation is going to achieve at this point. Still, the most appealing part of this conversation is getting to hang out with Jeno — the one thing you’ve craved since puberty, probably. Honestly, it seems like a win-win; it’s not like you weren’t planning on doing the project, anyway.
For some reason, it just feels too good to be true, though; you think there might be a snag, but you also can’t figure out what it might possibly be. You look up at Jeno for any sign of him faltering, but he’s just staring back at you a little expectantly, and it suddenly dawns on you that he’s worried you’ll say no.
Which is, frankly, laughable.
“Yeah, okay,” you say slowly, setting aside any hesitation you have. He lights up, that grin making a comeback on his face. “Yeah — why not?”
“Why not,” he echoes, looking exceptionally pleased. “For sure. Okay, well — awesome. So, I was thinking we could probably get some more headway with the project this week. You know, get it over with, rip the bandaid off quick and early, that sort of thing.”
“I’m free any time,” you say almost immediately, not only because it’s true but because even if it weren’t, you’d happily cancel all of your schedules for this. Luckily for you, your eagerness comes off as a simple fact, and Jeno clearly takes it as such.
“Cool. I have practice after school, though, so can we do it over the weekend?” You nod, and he takes back the piece of paper, flipping it over while uncapping his pen with his teeth. “Here’s my number; text me on Saturday morning or whenever and just remind me about it. If I don’t reply in ten minutes, call me. I oversleep sometimes, or sometimes I let my battery die out because I forget to charge my phone. In that case, you can call my sister to wake me up. We don’t have a landline at home because, well… obviously.”
“Uh,” you’re not sure what to do with this sudden onslaught of information about his daily life, and it’s almost hilariously surreal that he’s writing down his sister’s phone number under his own. “That — okay.”
“Also, is it okay with your parents if I park in your driveway?”
“You know where I live?” You don’t even bother masking the tone of surprise.
“Well, yeah.” He looks amusedly perplexed. “You’re Jaemin’s neighbor. You’ve played Winner’s Really Really almost everyday since it came out. I can hear it from his bathroom.”
Right. Your lapse in memory makes you want to punch something — preferably yourself. “Oh. yeah. I should probably keep it down.”
“Nah. It’s a good song. Pretty sure that’s why Jaemin won’t stop asking me to play it in the car now.”
“Anyway,” you try to shift the topic back on track. “Usually, on weekends, my parents take the cars so the driveway’s empty, but their schedule’s kind of messy. They have, like, alpaca enthusiast functions sometimes, and sometimes they just stay home, so I can’t really promise a parking spot right now.”
“It’s cool. I can just park in front of Jaemin’s house, if that’s the case.”
“Is that okay with his family when you’re not even in their house?”
“Are you kidding? His mom invites me to their Seollal celebration like every year. I join their family for jesa like I don’t have my own family to do it with. She even calls me adeul. I could strangle Jaemin in his sleep, and she’d come in and ask me if I needed more heavy duty rope. It’s totally fine.”
You feel like a part of what he’s saying is a huge exaggeration, but it’s almost endearing that he and Jaemin have this kind of friendship. Briefly, your mind shifts to Renjun, and you wonder if you have the same kind of confidence in your relationship — then you remember you’re furious at him and shake the idea off before you start thinking about strangling him with some heavy duty rope.
“I’ll let you know if they leave anyway.” You take the paper back, index finger running idly over the dents in the paper that his writing his number had made. “Just in case.”
“Cool, just —“ He stops for a second as the teacher walks in, looking as disgruntled as ever. Jeno lowers his voice to a whisper. “Just text me.”
You nod, and he drops the conversation, turning his attention to the board where your teacher is trying to graph out a parabola. You try to focus on it too, opening your notebook to copy it down quickly alongside the equation he’s written to its right, except you have no clue where that figure came from and why he’s drawing it.
It also doesn’t help that you’re trying really hard not to stare at Jeno, who’s obviously not paying attention and is, inexplicably, smiling to himself, which is just giving you the worst (or best) kind of butterflies.
You don’t know why you’d expected things to change immediately, but whether or not they were supposed to, they don’t. The assumption was that because you’d be hanging out with Jeno, you wouldn��t need to worry about where to sit during lunch time, but he’s hardly in school for the last two days of the week; the crowd he’s with is still at their regular spot, and you understand that they’re probably friendly enough to accommodate you, but it seems like a stupid idea to approach them and say that you want to sit there because Jeno is supposed to be there.
It gets worse when you see Renjun at your usual table, eating his donkatsu, and you make eye contact. His expression is unreadable, and you suddenly feel the overwhelming need to either cry or throw miso soup at his face, so you deduce that you’re still not ready to approach him. It doesn’t help that his backpack and a stack of three, unbelievably thick books is on the chair where you frequently sit next to him, like he’s doing all he can to shun you. In the end, you take a cue from Park Jisung of two years ago and make your way to the big tree near the teacher’s parking lot, settling down under its shade.
It’s actually not as bad as it had sounded when Jeno had talked about it; the cell service is surprisingly great, so you get to wedge your phone between your legs while you’re Indian sitting and watch more Facebook videos featuring samoyeds and rescued kittens on mute. You spend maybe five minutes in between to check Jeno’s profile, but you’re unsurprised to find that the last time he’d been active was almost three days ago; the most recent post was a picture from last month that he’d been tagged in by who you assumed was his sister.
Halfway through the hour, a shadow grows over you, blocking out the sun. You look up, expecting that it’s Renjun, seeking you out after more than thirty-six hours of stony silence, but it isn’t; it’s Jaemin, looking a little sweaty and breathless. From your position, you notice that he’s in muddied cleats instead of the traditional casual sneakers that almost everyone wears, and there’s a little ring of darkness around the neckline of his navy blue shirt.
“Hey,” he sounds as breathless as he looks. “Can I sit here for a sec?”
You nod wordlessly, still in the middle of chewing your donkatsu, and he busies himself with tossing his backpack down against the tree before following suit, collapsing next to you with a huff. He even smells a little sweaty, like he’s been out in the sun for long; even if it isn’t exactly repellent, you inch away slightly. Thankfully, he doesn’t really notice, with him so busy trying to find the right place on his scalp where his hairline cuts evenly. When he speaks up again, his voice is exceptionally casual.
“You know this tree is infested with wooly caterpillars, right?”
“What?” Your mouth is half-full, though, so it just comes out as a garbled hnwaf?, and you jerk away quickly, precious bento box in hand. When you look back at Jaemin, though, he’s chuckling, back still pressed against the tree trunk.
“Kidding. Obviously.”
“Not funny.” You shift back in place, swallowing your food so that he can more clearly understand how unamusing that was.
“Sorry.” There’s a light twinkle in his eyes that says he isn’t though. “I didn’t have a better conversation opener. Anyway — why are you out here? This is literally the second least desirable place to have lunch.”
“What’s the first?”
“The boys’ bathroom on the third floor.”
You snort softly, putting the lid back on your bento box to avoid spillage just in case he decided to trigger panic again. “I’m just… enjoying the breeze and sunshine. Nature is such a thing for me. I also hear looking at greenery speeds up your metabolism.”
“Bullshit,” he laughs, and you’re amusedly taken aback by how comfortably he’s speaking around you. Then again, he doesn’t seem the type to talk any differently around anyone else. “Nice straight-faced lie, though. I would have believed you if I knew that definitely wasn’t true. I do hear it relaxes you, though — the looking at greenery thing.”
You laugh softly, leaning back (a little gingerly) against the tree, your bento box balanced on your knee; you can feel Jaemin’s gaze burning into the side of your face, clearly expecting an answer to his question, but the ideas of elaborating on petty fights with your only consistent friend or on petty desires involving his best friend both feel weird, so you just avoid the topic altogether, throwing your own question at him instead in an attempt to curveball the conversation into your favor.
“Do you know why Jeno isn’t in school today?”
Jaemin doesn’t answer immediately; you can tell he’s noticed you weaseling away from such a basic question, but, thankfully, he doesn’t push it after a brief moment of silence, simply reaching into his bag to extract a sandwich and an energy drink bottle. He takes his time popping open the bottle but doesn’t drink, twirling the cap between his fingers.
“He just does that sometimes, Jeno.” It’s clear in the tone of his voice that he’s choosing his words carefully. "He’s got… other stuff to do outside of school, so he suddenly ghosts. I’m sure he’ll be back on Monday, though. He usually shows up after the weekend, in my experience.”
“Other stuff?”
“It’s not really something I can explain or — you know. I don’t know how to, anyway. I wouldn’t know where to begin. Plus, it’s technically none of my business —“
“No — no, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” It feels uncomfortable, anyway, suddenly prying into Jeno’s business, no matter how much a substantial part of your consciousness wanted to.
“But you want to know,” he takes a sip of his energy drink. “Because you’re nosy.”
“I’m not!” You want to cringe at how defensive your voice sounds, but it would just give you away more. “It’s just that, you know, he wasn’t around for class yesterday, and I haven’t seen him around today, so, I just…”
“I’m kidding, ________________. I know you’re not nosy. You’re worried about him because you like him.”
Horror creeps into your expression; you watch, frozen, as Jaemin takes a large bite out of his sandwich. You can see the spam between the slices slipping down at the bottom, threatening to fall into the plastic bag. You lock eyes with him; he stares at you, but you can’t tell if he’s smiling because his cheeks are puffed out by all of that bread and filling he’s munching so diligently on. Denial is the first thing that pops into your head; it seems so easy just to say no, I don’t!, but you can’t bring yourself to. In the end, you just sigh in defeat.
“Does he know?”
“Jeno? I don’t know. Maybe, but he also has this talent for not paying attention to stuff that seems obvious, so there’s the possibility that he doesn’t. We don’t really have a very in-depth feelings are valid relationship, so it’s not like we talk about it.”
“Is it that obvious, though?”
“Is Dongbangshinki’s Here I Am the best song in history?”
“Debatable,” you snort half-heartedly. “But I get what you’re trying to say.”
“I know you think Winner’s Really Really is the best song, but,” he pauses, swallowing down his food and taking another enormous bite. “You should really expand your horizons more. For both our sakes.”
“Really Really is a great song. Besides, Jeno says you’ve been playing it in his car these days.”
“It is an earworm kind of jam,” he admits. “But it doesn’t beat out the classics by a mile.”
“Here I Am was released in 2010!” You argue. “That was like ten years ago!”
“No, it was released in 2012.” He says as-a-matter-of-factly. “And Really Really should be thankful for all Here I Am sunbaenim has done for it.”
You don’t know why the sound of your laugh is so foreign until you realize you don’t really remember having laughed genuinely over the last week; between panicking over the strangely massive amount of attention Jeno had bestowed upon you and Renjun’s childish and, therefore, frustrating behavior, you haven’t found much humor in anything, and humor hasn’t really found you until now. It feels nice to just carry out a conversation without worrying it’s going to turn into a disaster or an argument, and you kind of like how Jaemin laughs even louder and a lot more obnoxiously than you do; some freshmen crossing the field in front of you actually turn when he starts guffawing.
The silence that you both lapse into is a little less strange; you get to resume finishing off your donkatsu, and Jaemin enthusiastically inhales the rest of his sandwich. He’s flicking the bread crumbs off his fingers into the grass when he starts talking again.
“So you and Renjun still aren’t talking?”
“Wh — now who’s being nosy?”
“Technically, it’s not hard to deduce,” he crumples the plastic bag and smushes it into his backpack again. “You’re not in the cafeteria with him like you usually are. Plus, he punctured three holes into his quiz a couple of days back because of how hard he was digging his pen into his paper. I had to give him a new sheet.”
“Yeah, well,” you blow out air in a sharp, annoyed huff. “I hope he failed.”
“He didn’t, but for the sake of my curiosity, why would you hope that?”
“Because he’s just — he’s being a pain in the ass. He has been, for a while. Also, he has this really bad problem of talking too much even though it’s obvious you want him to shut up. And he thinks he’s hilarious when he’s just being mean.”
“To Jeno, you mean?”
“You heard about that?” You raise your eyebrows. “I thought you guys weren’t into talking about feelings or whatever.”
“We aren’t. Jeno literally said you know that Renjun guy? What’s his problem?, and I just naturally put the pieces together.” He shrugs.
“Yeah, well, I wonder that sometimes too.” You pluck out blades of grass aggressively, feeling your face heat up with residual fury from the thought of Renjun.
“Haven’t you guys been friends for years?”
“Yeah? So? He can’t be a jerk to me after all these years?” Your snippy tone cuts through your trance of anger, and you look back at Jaemin, who’s surprisingly not at all taken aback. He’s just looking at the dirty blades of grass in your fist with some mild form of interest. “Sorry. That was rude.”
“No, it’s okay. It’s not like I know what you really fought about. Although,” he adds as an afterthought. “If it’s about Jeno, I really don’t think he’s worth losing a friendship over. Don’t get me wrong; I mean, Jeno’s great. He’s my best friend.”
“Your mom loves him,” you interject helpfully, and he hums in agreement.
“But it’s not like you have only one position for a male friend in your life. You don’t have to trade Renjun for Jeno, or anything like that. Maybe you guys can just talk it out.”
Jaemin’s fingers are idly playing with the grass as well; instead of pulling them out, though, he’s just brushing his fingers through them like they’re the fur on his sleeping cat. It strikes you that Jaemin and Jeno are weirdly nothing alike; Jeno’s substantial physique totally eclipses Jaemin’s fairly leaner one, and they even talk differently, not to mention the fact that the latter is clearly lightyears ahead of the former academically. Still, they’re close — kind of like you and Renjun were. Are? Should be?
“Yeah — I guess,” you let go of the grass, watching them fall, crumpled, back into the dirt. “I guess you’re right.”
“Besides, if anyone were to replace Renjun as your best friend and confidant, it would obviously be me.” The light humor creeps back into his voice, and you smile slightly.
“Obviously.” It’s weird to think of Jaemin as coming close to the level of a best friend, but it’s also starting to hit you that he’s talking more like a friend than a casual neighborhood acquaintance, a particular relationship development that you didn’t think would be possible at the start of this school year — or, well, two weeks ago, actually.
You can see streams of people walking out of the cafeteria back into the main building; lunch time is nearly over, and this fact is confirmed by Jaemin suddenly tilting his head back along with his energy drink, downing its contents in swift, audible gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing rhythmically. He lets out a refreshed exhale once he’s done, popping the cap back on.
“I have to get the class’s quizzes back from the faculty before I go in. Want to walk back together?”
“No, that’s okay,” you watch him shrug on his backpack, reaching out to fix the zipper that leaves it half-opened. He mumbles a thanks. “I’m going to sit here and finish watching this samoyed ASMR video until the bell rings.”
“Cool,” he stands, brushing off the grass and dirt from his jeans. “Well, see you around, _______________.”
You give him a wave, and he starts trekking across the field; you almost turn back to your video, which has been on pause since he’d arrived, but he calls out to you, walking backwards now instead of stopping like a normal person.
“By the way, you should know that ownership of my jacket comes with great responsibilities. More information to follow,” he calls out.
“Oh, shit,” you mumble to yourself; you’d forgotten about it, even if it’s been sitting on the chair by the front door for the majority of the week. You raise your voice to respond to him. “I’ll drop by later and give it back!”
“Don’t worry about it,” he waves away your words. “Whenever you remember.”
“I’ll do it after school,” you’re practically shouting now because he refuses to stay still. He gives you a thumbs up that looks minuscule from the distance between the two of you.
“I’ll hold you to it!” He gives one last wave, turning back around and jogging towards the main building.
You can see the little sweat patterns that are almost dried up on the back of his shirt, even if he’s so far away now; weirdly enough, they remind you of tiny angel wings.
This is the first Saturday in your life on which you wake up really early; you’re actually up to see the sunrise, which is something you haven’t seen since a Thursday during your second grade when you’d woken up, startled, to a stray cat making a mess of the trash cans in front of your house. You’re already oddly feverish and more than a little jittery from the moment you roll out of bed, which leads to you taking an hour-long shower that you use to create multiple scenarios involving Jeno’s visit. None of them end particularly well, especially the one where he drives up to your house only to tell you that he’s found a better partner before driving away. It’s at that point — as well as the point where you notice that the tips of your fingers have significantly pruned up — that you decide you’ve wasted enough time and water.
Still, even with the hour above you’ve killed, it seems way too early on a weekend to call someone, much less expect them. Now is actually one of the rarer times in your house that it’s fairly quiet, with only a few footsteps in adjacent rooms breaking the silence, so you take advantage of the opportunity to prepare. In this case, preparation really means taking out the piece of paper that had Jeno’s number, adding Jeno’s number, adding Jeno’s sister’s number, taking note of the project Jeno wants to do very briefly before deciding you have no tools to prepare for it, and then contemplating whether or not you should call Jeno or his sister now.
Your final decision is to head down for breakfast and attempt to stop obsessing too much over the Jeno situation, and you’re surprised to see Jisoo at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of him that looks only a fraction of a percentage touched. His eyes are glued to his phone, and he’s scrolling madly away. He doesn’t even notice you as you open the refrigerator and let out a small noise of defeat as you learn he’s taken the last of the milk.
“Hey,” you finally speak up, setting down your glass of grape juice way too hard on the table so he snaps out of it; he fumbles with his phone, almost dropping it into his bowl of cereal. “Who are you talking to this early in the morning?”
“None of your business,” he mumbles, locking his screen.
“Okay. Well, it’s also none of my business, but your cereal milk is curdling.”
He looks down at the bowl, like he’s shocked to see that it’s somehow materialized in front of him, but he doesn’t respond, opting to shovel soggy cereal into his mouth to avoid having to speak. You both consume your food in silence for the most part, until he’s only got the last dregs of milk and some cereal he didn’t manage to stuff into his face swimming at the bottom of the bowl.
“You can’t tell Sooyeon noona,” he starts suddenly, and you put down your half-empty glass of juice.
“That’s a promise I cannot make without knowing what you’re hiding.”
“It’s not bad. I swear. It’s just… if you tell her, she might do something about it, and I will literally never come out of my room again if she does.”
You wrap your fingers around the glass, condensation sticking to your skin. “Fine. I won’t tell her. For now.”
“I’ve been… I’ve been talking to Kim Minjeong.”
Your mouth forms a tiny ‘o’, finally cottoning on to why he doesn’t want you blabbing to your sister; Kim Minjeong is in the same year as your sister, and she comes over sometimes after cheerleading practice. You like her, mostly because she’s undeniably nice and also because sometimes she brings egg custard tarts for the family, but you do know both of your brothers tend to avoid going down when your sister invites any of her friends over. You’d always naturally assumed that neither of them enjoyed the awkwardness that comes along with hanging around older girls you don’t know but have no choice to play host to (which is a specific and odd type of awkwardness, but a real one just the same), but that seems to be true for only one of your brothers now.
“Since when?”
“For a couple of months now. She — I don’t know,” Jisoo’s hands squeeze around his phone. “She’s so nice. She doesn’t treat me like a kid. Plus, I found out she watches Battlestar Galactica. The original and the remake.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a keeper. So what’s the big deal?”
“I mean, I like her, but I think she just… you know, she’s just nice to me because she has to be — because she’s friends with Sooyeon noona? And I don’t know if I should tell her I like her. And if I do, how should I tell her? And what am I going to do if she says she doesn’t like me back? And what do I do if Sooyeon noona finds out?”
He lifts his eyes, looking at you expectantly, but you’ve been operating under the assumption that these questions are all rhetorical, and you have no response to offer. All you can do is shrug helplessly, which is extremely lame, and Jisoo looks even more devastated now.
“Well, how would you go about it?”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” you snort. “My signature move is stare and stutter. You having a conversation about Battlestar Galactica with a hot cheerleader is a lot, lot farther than I’ve gone.”
“Well, how did Jaemin hyung ask you out?”
“He — hang on — what?”
“How did. Jaemin hyung. Ask you out?” He chops up his sentence like you’re a baby, and you smack his forearm. He doesn’t even flinch.
“He didn’t ask me out because we’re not together, as I repeatedly told you guys earlier this week.”
“Yeah, but some girls from my level saw the two of you near the teacher’s parking lot making out. Which reminds me — I think you have a couple of new… enemies from my year level. You should probably know that.”
“We weren’t making out! We were just talking. I’m —“ You almost want to say you’re loyal to Lee Jeno, but even in your head, it sounds a little pathetic. “I’m not into him. At all. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Fine,” he sighs in frustration, as if it’s your fault that you’re single and therefore useless as a source of advice. “Well, what do you think I should do? If you were her — would you be creeped out by me asking you out?”
“Yeah. Because you’re my brother.”
“I mean if I weren’t.”
“Look, I can’t predict what she’s going to do; even if I were her closest friend, I wouldn’t know what the future was. Why can’t you just ask her out? If you’ve been thinking about it this much, then you’re obviously ready to try, right?”
“What if she says no? I’m going to have to live with Sooyeon noona knowing about it.”
“You’re going to have to live with her regardless, because she’s your sister,” you remind him. “And sooner or later, she’s going to find out. Personally, I think you should tell her. Sooyeon, I mean. She might be able to help you.”
“She might blab and ruin me. Sooyeon noona gossips so much.”
“Hey, watch it. I accept you looking down on me, but I will not have you have any negative opinions on our precious sister.”
“But it’s true,” he groans. You smack his arm again. This time, a tiny ow escapes him.
“I know it is, but it’s her one and only flaw, anyway, and she’d never gossip if she knew it would affect you negatively. Talk. To. Her.”
“Fine,” he picks up his spoon, scraping off the soggy cereal that’s adhered to the bottom of the bowl. You flinch at the loud noise. “Fine, I will. But if this goes horribly, I’m blaming you.”
“You’ll do no such thing,” you say, raising your glass to your lips and finishing the last of your juice while your brother washes his bowl and retreats back into his room.
You can hear the rest of your family slowly waking up, and your mom is the next one to come down, announcing that she’s on her way to go to some quilt-making class that she’s been itching to go to for months. She asks you what you’re going to do today, and you talk about your project in as vague a way as possible so that she doesn’t continuously pry; luckily, she’s so excited about making a quilt today that she doesn’t even try to push it, simply promising to buy more milk on her way home from the class before heading out.
It still seems too early to expect Jeno, so you end up going up the stairs way too slowly, consequently annoying your youngest brother, who’s waiting to go down; he blows past you once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, muttering something about how girls always take their time. The end result of you trying to kill more time is you booting up the Sims on your laptop, making a new household and cheating your way into free real estate and a ton of money so you can move them into the fancier neighborhood. In the end, though, the yipping of the new dogs they’ve adopted gets to you, and you pause the game, finally picking up your phone.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t even ring; the operator voice just tells you the number is unreachable at this time. It takes another five minutes for you to muster up the courage to call Jeno’s sister, who, to your relief, picks up after the third ring with a sleepy ‘hello?’
“Um… I’m sorry to wake you,” you don’t know why you’re whispering, but it just seems appropriate. “I’m… well, Jeno told me to call you if his phone isn’t ringing, so I just… sorry.”
“Oh,” there’s a pregnant pause that makes you wonder if she’s hung up the phone for a short, scary moment. “Oh, right; you’re probably ______________, right?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Yeah. Sorry. Jeno told me you might call. He’s probably got his phone turned off. I’ll go wake him up and tell him to contact you.”
“Thank you,” you’re still whispering when you hang up, and all the extra air escapes you in the form of a relieved sigh once the call drops. You return to your sims with a significantly lighter heart thereafter, and you even get them into cool new jobs before your youngest brother sticks his head into your room without knocking.
“______________ noona, Renjun hyung’s downstairs.”
You press the pause button so hard it actually sounds like the key has cracked, swiveling around in your study chair.
“Renjun? Huang Renjun?”
“Who else?” He sounds annoyed, but that’s how he usually sounds anyway, so you just brush it off. You think about telling your brother to tell him to go away, but your brother is already gone before you can finish deciding if you really want to do this, leaving your door ajar. With a groan, you slip off your chair, only momentarily distracted by your text message alert going off.
[ from; Lee Jeno ] hry sorry. 4got to charge my phone. Battery died. omw to u.
You don’t take the luxury of cooing over how cute his text sounds in your head, running down the stairs instead to see Renjun standing by the front door, twiddling his thumbs. He hears you charging down, looking up as you do so, and you can tell he’s swallowing hard because his Adam’s apple bobs dangerously in his throat. It’d be kind of funny if you weren’t equally as nervous.
“Hey,” he greets, his voice sounding a little choked up, like he hasn’t spoken for days — which, you know, is physically impossible for him.
“Uh. Hey. Why are you — what… are you doing here?” So maybe it comes out a little more accusatory than you’d initially intended, and you see that Renjun recoils a little. You feel bad about it. Kind of.
“I… um… we haven’t spoken for a few days.”
“I know that.”
“Right. Sorry. I was just hoping to talk to you.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m… I… you know.”
“Here to make fun of me? Like you’re so used to doing?” This time, his cringing brings about the slightest wave of pleasure in you, followed immediately by a larger, much more all-consuming attack of guilt.
“No, no. I came here to, you know. Apologize.”
“Oh.” You nod slowly. “I see.”
You wait for him to say something, but he’s just watching you, like he’s waiting for some kind of bigger reaction, except there’s absolutely nothing to react to, so you just give him a look that urges him to keep going.
“Right. Sorry. I mean — I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said back then.” He sighs, and it’s clear he thinks he’s digging his dignity’s grave deeper and deeper as he talks. “I have my reasons for not really liking Jeno. I don’t really know how much that’s going to change in the span of a few days. But I do know that I embarrassed you in front of him, and I don’t want to do that to you, ever. I’m sorry for that.”
“It was kind of embarrassing,” you agree.
“And, more importantly, I… I want to support you. I mean, I really don’t think you guys should get together, if I’m being honest,” he notices you bristling and hastens to add to his sentiments. “But I also know it’s not really about what I think. If you like him, and you’re happy around him, then… I’ll be okay with it. As long as he makes you happy.”
“We’re not together, Renjun,” you reply quietly. “I just like him. One-way crush — that’s it. It’s really, really not that big of a deal. I don’t want to fight just because I have a crush. If you liked someone, just liked them, I wouldn’t stop you from having feelings.”
“I know. I know you wouldn’t because that’s what good friends should be like. I should’ve been a better friend to you.” He takes in a shaky breath. “_______________, I’m really, really sorry. I hate fighting with you like this. Eating donkatsu alone without anyone to complain to about the moistness of the breading was torture.”
You choke out a laugh, and it’s only then that you realize that you’ve been slowly tearing up. Even Renjun looks a little misty-eyed, which is weird for the both of you, considering that you only ever cry watching Ma Dongseok movies.
“It really was kind of soggy.” You agree, and he laughs loudly.
“So this is good, right? I mean… we’re good?”
“We’re good.” You and Renjun rarely hug, since there’s never any cause for it, but it seems appropriate to do so now; luckily, he must be on the same train of thought, because he envelops you in a tighter-than-usual hug. You spend a couple of seconds just standing in your living room, trying not to sniffle too loudly into each other’s ears.
“Anyway,” he starts up again when he pulls away, dabbing at his eyes with his sleeve. “I have to go home and help my mom with her garage sale today, but I’ll see you on Monday?”
“Definitely.”
“Cool. Oh — one more thing. Do you… think you can tell Jeno I’m sorry, too?”
“No,” you laugh. “No way. You tell him you’re sorry yourself.”
“Aw, come on,” Renjun whines, emphasizing his reluctance to do so by stamping his foot childishly. “There’s no context in which I’d be able to get to talk to him alone, anyway.”
“He’s coming over here in a few minutes to start on the project with me,” you inform him, and he actually looks a little crestfallen at this new information. “You can tell him you’re sorry then.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, sitting himself down on the chair near the front door only to sit back up, looking up at you in mild disbelief.
“You still haven’t given Jaemin’s jacket back?”
“Oh, shit. Yeah. Well, I keep forgetting!” You defend yourself.
“He lives right next to you! You could even ask your brothers to do it if you promised to pay them 10,000 won!”
“Yeah, but giving it back through someone else when I could just do it myself just seems so rude, you know?”
“And keeping it even though you have no reason to is polite in your head?”
“Shu— oh, oh, he’s here,” you cut yourself off as you hear the crunch of tires on your driveway, signaling that Jeno had parked in the spot your mom had left behind when she’d gone for her quilting class. Renjun flies off the chair and presses his back against the door before you can fling it open. “Hey!”
“Can you relax for one second? He’s getting out of his car. If you open the door now, you’ll look crazy.”
“Oh,” you pause, considering his words. “Good catch.”
A few moments later, the doorbell rings, and you shoo Renjun away from the door to open it. Jeno’s form is literally blocking the view of the outside, and you briefly wonder if this is more of a testament of his physique or proof that your family is just made up of small people. Or both.
“Hey, sorry,” he pulls off his baseball cap, which leaves his hair adorably flat and messy. “I overslept a little. Also, just in case, I brought my g — oh.”
Jeno stops when his eyes land on Renjun, who’s now miraculously standing behind you, looking like he wants to disappear. The look on Jeno’s face is stony, but he tears his gaze back to you anyway.
“Is this a bad time? I can come back. I’m sure Jaemin’s awake by now.”
“No, it’s cool. Renjun just… dropped by.” You step back so that Renjun is in the forefront, and he shoots you a withering glare. “He actually has something to say to you.”
“Does he?” Jeno doesn’t even sound interested, but he focuses on Renjun again anyway. “What’s that?”
“Look, dude,” you’ve never heard Renjun call anyone dude before, and it makes you snort, a noise which the both of them ignore. “I’m sorry about the other day. It was totally uncool of me, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Oh,” Jeno clearly wasn’t expecting an apology, but he looks pleased anyway. “Okay. Well, apology accepted.”
“Thanks,” even though it’s what he’d wanted, Renjun doesn’t sound too enthusiastic about receiving forgiveness. “And I mean it. I give you both my blessing. You can… pursue this relationship without any more active, explicit judgment from me. Good feelings for everyone, and all that.”
“Okay,” you cut in, not missing the fact that he’d gone out of his way to add active and explicit to allow himself the sneaky sliver of opportunity to judge Jeno in silence. The latter is looking at him, befuddled again. “That’s all you wanted to say, isn’t it, Renjun?”
“I’m not even sure if all of it was what I really wanted to say,” he sighs defeatedly at you. "But yes; I’m good.”
“Cool,” you push him towards the door; Jeno steps aside to let him through, and Renjun walks out, looking a little dazed, like his body can’t handle the idea that he’d just apologized to Jeno and is in the process of going into total shock. “Bye, Renjun. See you on Monday.”
You hear him mumble something as he trudges away, and Jeno follows his movements in silence until he disappears down the sidewalk.
“Was that weird, or—?”
“Yeah, it was kind of weird,” you admit, ushering him in. “But he means well. Anyway, putting that aside, should we get started on the actual proposal?”
“Did he say he gave us his blessing?” Jeno suddenly starts echoing Renjun’s words like they’re only starting to sink in now.
“Oh. Yeah — I wouldn’t really think too much of it,” you wave it away as Jeno settles down on your couch. “Smart people tend to say crazy things. So, I was thinking about the topic you picked, and I think the physics lab has a digital multimeter. We can check if it has that option for measuring sound frequency.”
“Uh huh,” he still looks like he’s not latching onto the topic change, whacking his baseball hat onto his thigh idly. “Sounds good.”
“You know… I’m going to go and get my laptop first,” you announce. Jeno makes a sound of assent, and you run upstairs into your room again. Your Sims game is still going on, and your laptop’s fan is working on overdrive. You press quit a good ten times, not bothering to save the game and open up Facebook, typing out an angry message to Renjun.
You: WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU
Na Jaemin: ??????
You: oops sorry wrong send !
Na Jaemin: lol good morning to u too
You leave Jaemin on read, focusing on your mission to chastise Renjun and opening the right chat.
You: WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Huang Renjun: IDK WHAT HAPPENED THAT WAS SO WEIRD
Huang Renjun: I SAID BLESSING JDGJSSJSF
You: I KNOW I WAS THERE
Huang Renjun: I KNOW IM SORRYRIJSPJG
You: DOSIJGSJG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You almost make it out of your room before having to double back, realizing you’re leaving behind the laptop you came up to get, and run back down, finding Jeno in the same position with the same perplexed look on his face. He, thankfully, doesn’t notice how red your face is when you sit down.
“Okay. Sorry. Should we start?”
“What? Oh, yeah of course,” he shakes his head as through trying to break himself from a trance.
“So I was saying, we could probably borrow one of those multimeters from the lab, but we’d need a written request for that. Also, I think we need to figure out—”
“Sorry, I just really need to ask,” Jeno interrupts you, and your voice dies in your throat. “That thing Huang Renjun said —”
“I’m really sorry.” You sigh, realizing the topic is unavoidable. “It was weird. I’d say he’s not usually like that, but…”
Jeno nods, staring at the inside of his cap, which is now settled on his lap. His long fingers are playing with the backstrap idly, and you wonder if what you’ve said is enough to make him drop the conversation. Unfortunately, you can tell he’s still on it when he looks up at you seriously, leading you to a sharp, uncomfortable inhale.
“You… didn’t tell him we were dating, did you?”
#jeno x you#jaemin x you#jeno x reader#jaemin x reader#ficscafe#nct x you#nct x reader#jeno imagine#jeno scenarios#jeno drabbles#jeno#jaemin imagine#jaemin scenarios#jaemin drabbles#nct scenarios#nct imagine#nct imagines#nct scenario
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Trinity and Mercedes 👑👑
#Repost @themercedesvarnado
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The brightest star of them all ⭐️ 💚⭐️💚⭐️I can’t wait to watch you GLOW @impactwrestling my sis is here make an IMPACT! She bout to knock out all competition & leave em in the rear view #Trinity #GLO #impact #stardom #multiverse #FBD #lfg
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My familia ❤️ #Repost @samuraydelsol
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Week 9 Reblog Masterlist
Welcome to Week 9 2023 or Week 165, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 9 2023:
My brother’s best friend chapter 12: Dancing the night away! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow ❤️💚💙
Shortcake (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @sidepartskinnyjeans❤️
The price of stardom part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @infernal-fire ❤️💚💙
Bruises (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81💚💙
Always with you by @hannikz 🖤
I don’t want a lot for Christmas (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @girl-next-door-writes💚💙
Sick (Beth Greene X Reader) by @glennrheesworld💚
The price of stardom part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @infernal-fire ❤️💚💙
Colour my heart (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @marvelettesassemblenow💚
Darkness (Alvey Kulina X OFC) by @crazytxgradstudent 💙
About time (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anaboo-thewriter💚
Escort to the multiverse chapter 4: Shut her up! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙
Steve’s request (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll 💚
Abused part II (Maddie Buckley X Reader) by @oneshotnewbie 💙
Letters (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @the-bau-quinjet💚💙
Take the risk (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog💚
The Valentine’s Cock up (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes ❤️💚
The show (Stucky X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️
The way he adored you (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey❤️💚💙
A brother’s promise (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @oh-my-damn ❤️💚
Can’t stand the heat (Mean!Chef!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️
Nothing he could do but touch you (Perv!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️
In the middle of the night (Stucky X Reader) by @late-to-the-party-81 ❤️💚💙
My Saviour chapter 43: I realise that I know nothing about him (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💚💙
We’ve talked about this (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes) by @hollybee8917💙
Runaways fanfic chapter 1 (Runaways) by @chaessworld 💚💙
She was his angel and he was her knight (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll 💙
Nighttime demon (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @americasass81 🖤❤️
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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 to The Distinguished Talented Actor Of England 🇬🇧 Of Our Time and Century.
Patrick Stewart was born in Mirfield on 13 July 1940, the son of Gladys (née Barrowclough), a weaver and textile worker, and Alfred Stewart (1905–1980), a regimental sergeant major in the British Army during the Second World War who later worked as a general labourer and postman. He has two older brothers named Geoffrey (born 1933) and Trevor (born 1935)
In 1966, Stewart became a member of the Royal Shakespeare Company. He made his Broadway theatre debut in 1971 in a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. In 1979, he received the Laurence Olivier Award for Best Actor in a Supporting Role for his performance in Antony and Cleopatra in the West End. His first television role was in the Coronation Street in 1967. His first major screen roles were in Fall of Eagles (1974), I, Claudius (1976), and Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (1979). In 2008 he played King Claudius in Hamlet and received his second Olivier Award and his first Tony Award nomination for respectively the West End and Broadway theatre productions.
Stewart gained stardom for his leading role as Captain Jean-Luc Picard in Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–94), its subsequent films, and Star Trek: Picard (2020–23).
He gained further stardom when he portrayed Professor Charles Xavier in the X-Men series (2000–2014), Logan (2017), and an alternate version of the character in the Marvel Cinematic Universe film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022).
Please This Legendary Distinguished English 🇬🇧 Actor Whose Acting Career Has Spanned Over 7 Decades, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊
YOU KNOW HIM, YOU LOVE HIM & YOU GOTTA ADORE HIS LEGENDARY ACTING
THE 1
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SIR PATRICK STEWART AKA PROFESSOR CHARLES XAVIER AND CAPTAIN JEAN LUC PICARD OF THE STARSHIP, ENTERPRISE. 👨🚀🚀🌌🇻🇬
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR PATRICK 🙏 ☺ 🎂 #PatrickStewart #SirPatrickStewart #ProfessorX #JeanLucPicard
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WRITE A LIST OF THINGS YOU'LL REGRET / I'LL BE ON TOP SMOKING A CIGARETTE.
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 from taylor jenkins reid's novel DAISY JONES & THE SIX and the upcoming amazon prime miniseries. independent and selective , multiverse and multiship , mostly canon compliant. presence of triggering and mature themes — please only follow if 21 or older. a study in : burning out instead of fading away, meteoric rise to stardom, legends that remain so for dying out too fast, music that burns and consumes, twin flames that are not soulmates, the endless quest for love. CARRD. ASK. OTHER BLOGS: DADUKOS / CRIME OC. RIPELY - PINES / MULTIMUSE.
as recorded by rylan , 29 , she / her.
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Fresh!Inks Moment of Stardome!
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52651354
by GL1TCH3D_SK3TCH3S
After a battle with the Bad Sanes, Ink decides to dip home to the Doodle Sphere only for an unsuspected visitor to appear.
Words: 2654, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Apart of the same Undertale Multiverse.
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Fresh!Ink (Underverse), _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale) - Character, Fresh Sans (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Possession, First undertale Au fanfic that im actually making a plot for, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Loosly based off of the Underverse series, like so loose a grown man will fall through it, _____tale Sans | Ink Being an Idiot (Undertale), star sans mentioned, Bad Sans Metioned, Actually based off of what i think this nightmare of a situation would feel like! So its in detail!~, Fresh being himself, Vomiting, Parasite Things
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52651354
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Rollins, Balor, WWE & AEW Videos, Romero, Santana, LA Knight, Multiverse 2, GCW, Alec Price, JCW, STARDOM, Sami - Monday #1 http://dlvr.it/StxHJ3
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I want next Multiverse to be all Stardom and Knockouts.
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𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 2
August 20th 2023
Even the best efforts of Tenille Dashwood to convince Syuri not to travel to the US for Multiverse United 2 weren’t enough as the Stardom representative not only attended, she actually seemed annoyed that Tenille tried to talk her out of it. Even before the opening bell, Tenille was heard telling Syuri that it isn’t too late for her to just walk away. Syuri responded with a hard forearm to the face to start the match. Tenille quickly tried to exit the ring, but Syuri grabbed hold of the hair and brought the Australian back to the center of the ring. She hasn’t travelled all this way to chase her opponent around the ring. Syuri is here to fight, whether Tenille wants to or not.
A series of hard suplexs from Syuri has Tenille begging off but it proves to be little more than a trick from the Australian. With Syuri slowing the pace, Tenille is able to grab hold of her opponent, and pull her down and into the turnbuckles to finally get some reprieve. Knowing she is in a fight, Tenille wastes little time in going on the offensive, using the ropes at one point to choke her opponent to keep the upper hand. Just as things were going well for the Australian, she got Syuri into a seated position in the middle of the ring and delivered a hard kick to the spine, followed by a mocking slap to the head. Obviously proud of herself, Tenille parades around the ring as an irate Syuri gets back to her feet.
The arrogance of Tenille is short lived as Syuri quickly drops the Australian and looks to return the favour by putting her in a seated position, and delivering a kick of her own. Instead of the follow up slap though, Syuri opts for a second kick. And a third. And a fourth until Tenille frantically crawls out of the ring in agony. On the floor, Tenille claims unfair treatment from the official, but gets no sympathy and is instead instructed to return to the ring to continue the match. Reluctantly, Tenille re-enters the ring as Syuri is quickly on the attack again, having focused in on the right knee of her opponent. Tenille responds by simply kicking Syuri in the head.
Following the kick, Tenille manages to regain the upper hand, her game plan not exactly subtle as the Australian tries for the Spotlight kick numerous times but comes up short each time. As the match progresses, Syuri is able to weather the storm and resume her focus on the leg of her opponent, slowly but surely weakening Tenille and slowing her offense. Another missed Spotlight kick from Tenille proves to be the only opening required for Syuri as she delivers a kick of her own to the chest of Tenille, then quickly applies the stretch muffler to the previously worked over leg, in the process, dragging Tenille to the center of the ring for good measure. Tenille scratches and claws as she inches closer to the ropes for the break, but Syuri has the perfect counter in mind, even if it isn’t exactly ethical.
With Tenille crawling, Syuri plants a foot on the hair of Tenille, making it so she has no way of moving towards the ropes. As soon as Tenille reaches back to try and free her hair, Syuri grabs the wrist and is able to pull back on the arm and use her own leg to incapacitate the Australian while keeping the submission applied. Tenille cries out in agony, kicking her free leg in vain before accepting the inevitable and verbally submitting to end the suffering. Following the announcement of Syuri as the winner of the match, Tenille surprises many by offering a handshake to her opponent. Understandably, Syuri doesn’t buy it and has to be talked into accepting. Keeping her guard up, Syuri eventually accepts the gesture before watching the Australian limp back away, clearly hurting but knowing it’s unlikely to be the last time they meet.
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What is the issue with Ezra Miller? Despite the star's off-screen problems, the early response to 'The Flash' has been mostly favorable.
When it comes to "first reactions" from critics and bloggers who attended an early screening of a superhero film, there is one major caveat. These screenings are designed to be uncritical, with a strictly chosen audience and multiple review embargoes. Studios want to maximize enthusiasm while minimizing negative feelings, which explains the generally breathless first reactions to the later panned Justice League or the "game-changer" Black Adam.
So take The Flash's early reactions with a grain of salt. Warner Bros. and DC Comics displayed an incomplete print of the upcoming blockbuster to a CinemaCon crowd of largely cinema exhibitors and a few journalists and critics at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas on Tuesday night. Following the screening, guests rushed to social media to express their adoration for the film, which is a source of relief for Warner and DC.
The Flash's reception has been a major, ahem, flashpoint for the studio in recent months, following an unsettling pattern of disturbing behavior involving its star, Ezra Miller, who has faced multiple arrests for disorderly conduct and assault charges, as well as allegations of grooming and harassing children. Miller, who uses they/them pronouns, issued a statement last fall saying, "I want to apologize to everyone who has been alarmed and upset by my previous behavior." I am dedicated to putting in the effort required to return to a healthy, safe, and productive stage in my life."
Some speculated that The Flash could still be released with Miller playing a double role (Miller's title character races through time, resulting in a buddy action comedy with dual versions of the hero) and Warner focused on cutting costs and rebooting the underperforming DC division. After all, officials didn't back down from canceling the $90 million Batgirl, which sent shockwaves across the industry. But, as Miller's off-screen problems mounted, Warner Bros. and DC refused to cut connections; instead, insiders remained optimistic about The Flash after early test screenings reinforced the notion that the film was really, really terrific.
Its $200 million price tag didn't make it as disposable as Batgirl, and the film's multiverse-hopping plot set up a reset of the DC Universe, introducing new heroes like Supergirl (Sasha Calle) while also providing the obligatory fan service by bringing back beloved Batguy Michael Keaton, as well as several high-profile cameos. Andy Muschietti, the captivating director who shot to stardom with his tremendously successful adaptation of Stephen King's It, served as ringmaster, taking over a project that had gone through at least four filmmakers before him.
While Miller, Keaton, and Calle were absent from the studio's earlier Tuesday CinemaCon address, Muschietti and executives skirted around their star dilemma. Miller's numerous controversies were not mentioned, but the director commended their work ethic, calling Miller "an incredible actor." For the time being, Warner Bros. appears to believe that disregarding Miller's off-screen difficulties and relying on fans to love the film anyway is the best course of action.
If the reactions of critics and bloggers to The Flash on Tuesday night are any indicator, that tactic has a strong chance of succeeding. Someone going through these tweets would have no idea Miller had significant issues.
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"The Flash is hands down one of the best superhero films of all time," says Scott Menzel of We Live Entertainment.
"DO NOT BELIEVE THE HYPE! Aside from Christopher Nolan films, #TheFlash is the GREATEST DC movie of the last 30 years, ranking alongside SUPERMAN 78 and BATMAN 89," asserts The Wrap's Umberto Gonzalez.
"The movie is an absolute blast from beginning to end," Cinema Blend's Eric Eisenberg says. "It's hilarious, thrilling, emotional, and surprising."
The film's star was also praised.
"Ezra Miller is phenomenal as dual Barry Allens," Menzel comments, adding, "Miller is the film's heart and soul." The entire weight of the plot is carried by Ezra's performance. It's a duel performance that really shows off Ezra's amazing talent as a performer. They bring such depth and emotion to the role."
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I'm not sure if this is something you've touched on before, but what do you think about the random encounter Metatron hordes in YHVH's Universe in IVA? Personally, they left a really bad taste in my mouth. I can't properly explain why; I guess it's because spamming such a major character from the series' lore as a random encounter just cheapens his significance. I guess it's the same as how the multiverse theory lessens the impact of the apocalyptic events that take place in the games.
Thing is, Metatron began his life in the series as a random encounter:
Very difficult to find screenshots or even footage, but he appears on the Ark at the very end of the game. You can see by the doors in the screenshot that this is just a random corridor.
Afterwards, Metatron's rise to "stardom" was also gradual, beginning with a boost in levels for Devil Summoner and Soul Hackers, but he didn't have any actual story significance until Nocturne: Maniacs and his role as mouthpiece/boss. This was the inflection point for him and thereafter he continued to get promoted, as an optional boss in DDS1, a top level persona, and then as part of the Demiurge quest in SJ. But really, SMT4A was the first time he was part of a main narrative and not just optional content. Metatron is significant in the series if only because he's quite popular, and his cool design and dramatic entrance in the Fifth Kalpa are mostly responsible for that.
So no, that battle didn't bother me. In fact, I thought it was kinda neat. But something else about it did:
That Metatron was described and recognized by the characters in robotic terms. A strength of the series is that the designs are rarely referred to diegetically (a word that refers to sound but that’s the best I can come up with) because the designs are ultimately an artistic limitation to represent abstract or symbolic concepts visually since these are not ideas exclusively owned by SMT but are taken from culture. Metatron has made robotic sounds before but that’s for the player’s benefit, just as the design is; for the game to recognize him as mechanical only literalizes him as a robot angel, transforming him into an “SMT character” instead of a “Jewish character.”
The good thing is that this doesn’t happen often, nor would it even apply to that many demon designs; of course, this design “diegesis” problem is why Mara has been absolutely useless for the past 30 years. In Metatron’s case it’s just another minor example of 4A’s careless writing. SMT has enough problems with repeating the same demon scenarios over and over again and I would hate for design stereotyping to add to them.
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Guess who now?
💗*Name: Happstablook
Mettaton/ ( Multiversal Nickname: Spotlight. )
💗*Classification:
Robot/corporeal ghost.
💗*Gender:
He/Him/They.
💗*Age:
???
💗*Stats:
*The greatest star in the Secondground, owner of MTT brand and human-killing-machine entertainment robot.
*Lights, camera, more lights and ACTION! Showtime starts!
💗*Skills:
Besides alternating his form from Box to EX and eventually NEO, Mtt can blind opponents by merely stepping on stage, with his staggering bright spotlights and - of course - bomb bullets. He's also very flexible and resistent for a robot.
💗*Currently: Mtt currently runs his MTT resort and show 2.0 in the Secondground. He took it upon himself to bright the moods of all the hopeless Monsters in their new home.
Is currently on a fight with Alphys. They haven't spoke since Monsters arrived in the SG. Mtt was the first sent down there to explore by request of Alphys and Asgore (he was theoretically the best suited for the exploration task), but when it became obvious there was no exit from the UG there, and he found out It was a baseless theory, he felt used by Alphys and has been giving her the cold shoulder since.
His stardom became worst in the SG for cutting off his few non-professional relationships. Sour as well for hearing Alphys got a new 'robot with a soul' as a lab assistant. Thinks she only did it to impress everyone again like she did with his 'creation' to cover up her mistake, and it's not interested in how either, because now he feels he was replaced for being mad at her, like an object. Haven't bothered to meet said robot and know their intentions yet.
.... Feels incredibly lonely at times but will die before saying it aloud.
( note: despite being mad at her and feeling replaced, still won't ever talk about the truth behind his creation nor expose his quarrel with Alphys publicly. Deep down even he knows it's a phase and he'll cool down eventually. No use doing even more life-long damage to a friendship like he made with his cousins while on that.)
#my art#undertale au#undertale#kuro909#my au#LuminousTale#mettaton ex#mettaton box#happstablook#Luminous!mettaton#mtt#reference sheets#i had plenty of fun with him actually
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Benedict Cumberbatch On His Upcoming Movie "The Courier" And Life During Covid-19 By Annie DarlingAugust 07, 2020 (x)
From the moment he donned his deerstalker as the great Sherlock Holmes, Benedict Cumberbatch’s popularity soared, but his ego didn’t. The actor talks about his forthcoming spy drama and how he’s spending lockdown learning the banjo
Benedict Cumberbatch’s portrayal of the alarmingly awkward Sherlock Holmes has catapulted his career to unimaginable heights. Before donning the detective’s hat in 2010, the distinctive-looking London native landed several quirky acting jobs. He’s played theoretical physicist Stephen Hawking, Van Gogh and, lest we forget, the hair-raising paedophile in Atonement (2007). But it was his fast-talking performance as the private investigator, which Steven Spielberg has called “the best Sherlock Holmes on screen”, that transformed Cumberbatch into a high-cheek-boned dreamboat, quite literally overnight.
Now 43, Cumberbatch has proven to be the ultimate chameleon, having played everyone from Khan in Star Trek Into Darkness (2013) to WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate (2013). His portrayal of British mathematician Alan Turing, who cracked Nazi Germany’s Enigma military code during the Second World War, earned him Golden Globe and Academy Award nominations. This year, the performer stars in true-life drama The Courier, which is set for an August 28 theatrical release.
STARRING ROLES
This Sixties-based spy story bursts with intrigue and political subterfuge, but what was Cumberbatch’s most memorable moment on set? “The last scene we shot because I got to eat a doughnut afterwards,” he tells me. For the role, he lost a striking amount of weight to transform himself into British businessman Greville Wynne, who spied on the Soviet Union during the Cold War and spent 18 months in a Moscow prison after being caught. Directed by Dominic Cooke, The Courier is based on Wynne’s real-life experiences, and production had to be suspended to give Cumberbatch enough time to slim down to Wynne’s post-lockup figure.
Drawn to characters he describes as “unexpected”, Cumberbatch enjoys the challenge of an on-screen transformation. But when asked about his greatest achievement, he refuses to answer. “That’s a question for others. Getting my first paid acting job felt as good as anything I’ve been lucky enough to land.” His thoughtfulness has somehow survived super-stardom. “Life’s about the journey,” he reminds me, before admitting that winning his first BAFTA for the title role in Patrick Melrose (2019) was a “wonderful moment”.
For Cumberbatch, there was never any doubt about which road his career would take. When asked what he would do if he could no longer act, he draws a blank. “I have no idea. Maybe I’d be a surf instructor in Costa Rica. Or a tree surgeon.” The only child of British actors Tim Carlton of Downton Abbey (2011) and Wanda Ventham of Only Fools and Horses (1989-1992), Cumberbatch grew up in London’s exclusive Kensington neighbourhood before attending Harrow, one of the oldest all-boys schools in Britain. From there, he headed straight to drama school. On advice from an agent, he began calling himself Benedict Cumberbatch—adopting the surname his father had dropped years before, thinking it too complicated.
You’d be wrong, however, to assume it’s all been smooth sailing. While filming the BBC mini-series To the Ends of the Earth (2005), Cumberbatch and two of his co-stars were kidnapped in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, after a day spent scuba-diving. When the trio pulled over with a flat tyre, six men jumped them at gunpoint. After a visit to the ATM, the hijackers let them go. Surprisingly, this harrowing ordeal hasn’t put Cumberbatch off the underwater sport. “I’ve loved diving ever since I learned how to do it with a friend in Mozambique years ago.”
DIVING TOOLS
It’s one of the reasons Cumberbatch wears a Jaeger-LeCoultre Polaris Memovox. The original from 1968 had one of the first diver’s alarms, which would remind divers when it was time to resurface. Cumberbatch was introduced to the Swiss watchmaker when he starred in Doctor Strange (2016), in which he plays one of Marvel’s more mind-blowing superheroes. He’s currently learning lines for the sequel, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (planned for 2022).
“In 2016, Jaeger-LeCoultre was just another watch brand to me,” admits Cumberbatch, but he learned more about the company after visiting its manufacture in Vallée de Joux. Engraving and enamelling require hours of minute manipulation. “There was a George Seurat masterpiece called Bathers at Asnières projected onto a screen that was the size of the original painting,” he recalls. “Not understanding what I was looking at, I turned around and saw that a lady was painting it onto the back of a Reverso watch, which is no bigger than a postage stamp. She was doing it with a brush barely bigger than a millimetre.”
Halfway across the world, at the time of interview, Cumberbatch and his family were adjusting to life after lockdown in New Zealand, where he is filming Jane Campion’s upcoming drama The Power of the Dog (planned for 2021). He and his wife, the stage director Sophie Hunter, have two sons, Christopher (nicknamed Kit) and Hal. “I’ve tried to maintain some sense of sanity by using lockdown as a forced opportunity to be in one place.” Fun-filled activities include learning how to play the banjo and baking bread. “Actually,” he contemplates, “it’s been really busy.” And a good thing too, because we won’t have to wait long before he’s back on the big screen.
#benedict cumberbatch#a new interview!!#well actually an ad for jaeger-lecoultre watches disguised as an interview#but i'll take it!!#he bakes bread and plays banjo#*faints*#i adore this man#*cries over doughnuts*#he's currently learning lines for the next doctor strange!!!!
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