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firemblem-fics · 4 years

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Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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thelucyverse · 3 years

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Suburbs fic idea Milippa /2 (1)

When Philippa wakes on the next morning, it is because someone is ringing the doorbell, and for a moment she is filled with limitless rage at being woken when for once she managed to sleep through the night, at being so tired it borders on feeling dead inside, at the frustration of having to be awake and alive.

This is a draft version. Expect nothing else or maybe wait for the finished product on ao3 lol

Note to self: thinking about maybe changing Tilly to another single woman instead? Single mom? Idk... I think Tilly/Chris is interesting, but like, idk

Then, she takes a deep breath and drags herself out of bed, takes her meds, goes looking for her clothes and only briefly goes into the bathroom to make herself look like more of a person. Then, she forces a smile onto her face and faces the world - or rather, the hell that is a small neighborhood.

Her first welcome committee is made up out of a woman and man - the redhead from the window yesterday, and the man presumably her husband from how he's standing next to her, carrying a plate with cake.

"Hi!" the redhead chirps brightly, beaming over her entire face. Philippa doesn't know whether that is making it easier or harder to keep the smile on her own face. Perhaps it's both - annoying yet also contagious somehow, and they cancel each other out.

"I - hello. Do come in."

"Thanks!" the redhead skips inside, followed by the two men who have yet to say a single word. The one holding the cake platter looks a little awkward with it, and Philippa points him to the thankfully already fully built-in kitchen counter, earning herself a grateful smile.

"Oh, I'm Sylvia, but everyone calls me Tilly!" the woman tells her happily and extends her hand. "And this is my husband Chris - oh, did you?"

"Already handed over the cake," Chris says with a fond chuckle, and Philippa smiles, too.

"Yes - thank you, really."

"You're welcome!" Tilly beams. "We're so happy that you're moving in here, the house has been standing empty way too long! And we have a wonderful neighborhood, there's a holiday party and now in the summer there will be barbecues... Um, yes, sorry," she breaks off a little awkwardly when she notices that she hasn't even let Philippa introduce herself.

"Hello- nice to meet you both. My name is Philippa Georgiou, feel free to call me Philippa. I must say, I am not much of a people person myself- I'm sure we will all still get on well, I just thought I would say that immediately, because otherwise you might think I'm standoffish when I really just have a limited capacity of... /people/ energy for a day, I usually prefer the anonymity of the city because of it, but I'm quite burned out from work and got recommended to live in a smaller town to calm down a little."

Tilly gapes at her a little, and Philippa suppresses a wince. She had planned to be honest from the start (well... About all but one thing, at least), so she wouldn't have to start awkward explanations later and get it all over with instead in one go. But maybe that was a little /too/ honest, now...

"Oh, alright," Chris says a little awkwardly, and Tilly finally catches herself.

"I guess maybe we should leave early then, leave you some energy to meet the rest of the street?"

"No, no, don't mind me, I can survive a day of welcomes, and we haven't tried your cake yet... I just meant in general, for the future... Wait, is really everyone going to come today?" Philippa can't keep her voice from showing some of the pain she feels at that thought. She had thought it would only be her direct neighbors, and maybe even then not all in one day, as people are busy with their own lives... But of course, in a town like this most everyone is at home on a Saturday, with nothing else to do but the routine of their daily lives.

"Um... Are you sure that it's fine? I can text and ask whether some can come tomorrow, or on the weekend, if you'd like... If you're okay with them knowing, that is?"

"Yes, thank you, that would be a relief. I don't mind at all," she never caref much about what people think, and in this case she actually likes spreading awareness on the issue, mental illness is still way too stigmatized, when in the current economic climate most can do nothing /but/ work themselves to exhaustion - not that she needs to, not anymore. She got lucky, making as much money as she did during the last years... But in the process, she unlearned what it means to relax and take a minute to herself.

"Alright, then I'll just let everyone know!" Tilly beams, pulling out her phone. "Not that we have, like, a neighborhood groupchat, just several inofficial friendgroup chats, we're all friends here, really"

"Yes?" Philippa asks, sounding perhaps a little too amused and slightly unbelieving now.

"You don't think we'll be friends?" the expression on Tilly's face is the epitome of 'Puppy-dog eyes', and somehow Philippa doesn't think that she is doing it on purpose. Next to her, Chris is looking at her with a quite besotted expression on his face.

"Oh, by the American definition, sure. I would just use the word acquaintance instead, you see? In most places of the world, you don't use the word friends quite so often, just for what you might call best friends here - and we don't have a ton of 'best friends', just one, maybe two or three in a group, and if we move and have a very good friend there that might be my best friend in that town, but it will be clear that it is not the best friend in general. Then maybe a few close friends, a bunch of friends, and friendly acquaintances..."

"And neighbors are just acquaintances?" Chris asks, sounding sincerely curious.

"Friendships can happen there too, but personally I would take even longer to switch the terms there - you're neighbours first and foremost, you have to live in the same area, that's a category all on its own."

"So, you don't think we can be friends soon?"

Philippe laughs. "Maybe we can be. You both seem nice so far, I promise."

"/So far/?" Tilly asks, just a little bit affronted.

"Well, don't know you very well yet, after all. There is more to a person than just whether they are friendly to a newcomer, and there are a number of issues I'd have to know about someone before I can consider them a 'friend'."

Her gaze falls onto the [xx and she xx unhappy memory about one bigot manager oso]

"Oh- ooh, don't worry about that! We're an inclusive bunch, or trying to be. You won't have to worry about-" she nods at xx, "Just down the street Joan and Keyla Owesukan are also a couple - no, married now of course, and we also have a bunch of gay guys, and everyone is just nice in general... So, you don't have to worry about being gay, a single woman Xxlikeherself?, or a witch"

"I'm not a witch," Philippa says a little perplexed.

"Then what are those crystals?"

"Oh, I just think they're pretty. I'm a bit of a magpie, if anything, a hoarder of shiny things..."

"Oh, you'll have to meet Paul then! He's an engineer, but he makes some shiny jewellery in his freetime, and also he's gay, living with his husband Hugh- not that I think you have to be best friends with all the gay people, of course! Just that well, you're here all alone in the big house, unmarried... And he knows everyone in the gay community, I think, might be able to introduce you to some ladies in nearby neighborhoods, I don't think Joan or Keyla would be much help there, they mostly stick to themselves"

Philippa makes a face. "I don't know whether anyone would want to be in a relationship with me, with how much time I need for myself," that had always been true - only in the past, she had retreated to write. Now, she just needs to be alone to breathe. "And I wouldn't want to live with anyone, I'm quite content having the entire house for myself I don't think many people would be willing to have a serious relationship at a distance that way."

Tilly looks like she is about to say something - like maybe, she knows someone fitting to Philippa's description - but then she just smiles.

#suburbs milippa #wip #unposted wip #not lverse

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grethan-allmance · 4 years

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Thoughts on new video:

I Bought My Brother a $40,000 House Warming Gift!!

Whew been a while since I've done this. Anyway, here goes....

Firstly, the pretentious title (honestly, if I wasn't a fan and knew them all too well by now I probably would've skipped the video altogether because of how pretentious it seemed, which is likely something the twins didn't intend to do. It honestly just looked like all other trying-to-grab-your-attention titles that roam the youtube space, nothing actually wrong with it. Still, I didn't see the comments, but I can just guess there are probably some complaining already about the spending and maybe even by those who doesn't follow them, since the title can make them think like 'oh, great, these youtubers just bought probably million dollar mansion and now gonna burn through more of their money for some luxury item they could better donate to the needy in this trying times') really doesn't do the wholesome content justice. Because the content is actually too sweet and it just shows how much they love each other.

Seriously, Grayson was really sweet and even kind of cheesy, but the sentiment really comes across and Ethan was obviously so happy. I do hope Ethan gonna surprise Grayson back with something as awesome. While I don't understand watches (I really don't understand it, seriously it's just a watch to me and I don't get what makes it worth the price point), by now Ethan has been talking a lot about his watch collections in the podcast so it makes sense for him to be that happy to receive something so rare. Grayson mentioned he has a watch collection too, but for some reason I get the impression Ethan is more passionate about it than him? Maybe it's just because Ethan talks about his collection more (seems so anyway, or maybe I just wasn't paying enough attention) that it seems like that. Ethan also asked if Grayson also bought one for himself, so maybe Grayson does love watches as much as Ethan.

Well, Grayson did say that's the only one on the entire West Coast, not sure how serious this claim is, but if that's the only one that means Grayson couldn't buy one for himself even if he wanted to, since he bought the only one for Ethan. Which, if he does like watches as much as Ethan, that's kind of even sweeter. Realistically, if Grayson wanted to wear it, he can borrow it and Ethan likely would let him. But, it is still Ethan's collection and if you're a collector, you'd want one for yourself. Despite their apparent ability to share most things in their lives, they still have a pretty strong distinction of who owns what. So yeah, it is pretty sweet.

I just love Grayson's giddiness in preparing his gift. I just knew the fake gift would kind of go against how Grayson expected it, since he already said Ethan loves flashy stuff. Thinking that Ethan would hate getting excess flashy stuff is exactly where Grayson failed in thinking as Ethan. Ethan probably doesn't get as much as flashy stuff as he probably could or wanted likely in consideration of Grayson's nagging and their united concern of excess spending and being douches, but if Grayson was the one getting them for Ethan, then of course he'd love it 😂😂 For some reason I feel like Grayson felt a little put out at that part, since he probably wanted to build it up so Ethan would feel extra happy about the real gift, though since the actual gift immediately followed and Ethan was still super happy about it, he got over it.

Sigh, they're so sweet 🥺🥺

Also, I love how many times Ethan kept hugging Grayson and how much Grayson welcomes it. And how they seem to keep sticking together. And the hand holding, which I don't think they even actually realize they were doing until they have to. I can never have enough of this kind of content from them. So cute ❤❤❤

I didn't know who I expected on the other side of Grayson's call, but I wasn't too surprised it was Jake Paul. I don't like the guy, but the twins do know him for far too long to not at least keep an amicable colleague-like relationship, as people working in the same Youtube space and industry. While I'm not buying they're as close friends as they were in their Vine days, they probably are more amicable than Jake's haters would like them to be? And, I don't know if this is just my bias for the twins video or what, but he seems kind of subdued? In it? And he seems more real, I guess, being kind of awkward there? Like kinda actually being respectful that this is their video and kinda trying not to ruin their moment. Like, I don't really know Jake, but I get the impression from how hated he seems to be, he would be the kind of person that is asshole enough to try and ruin it to give himself more spotlight? In this video however, if I never saw him before and have no idea who he was, I'd just think him as another of their rich friend, just trying to help in Grayson's sweetly-mischievous scheme. Or maybe it was just the editing *shrugs*

Anyway, back to the twins, I'm so curious who was filming them. Did they get a new filmer? Or maybe it was Pierson? Was Pierson their second filmer? I kind of remember they mention having two filmers, Kyle and I think Pierson? Or maybe someone else? I dunno why Pierson is the only name I remember 😅😅. I'm not even sure that was right, tbh 😓😓

Anyway, great video. Now, I'll go listen to their podcast and I'll see if I'll write something on it too. 😁😁

Edit: I rewatched it and I kinda like the thought the reason Grayson sat down so gingerly was because his ass was still kind of hurts because they were fucking the night before. 😂😂 Like, just how hard or uncomfortable that couch actually was for him to sit so gingerly like that? 😂

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lahelable · 5 years

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Tunnel of Love

Inspiration: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce x MC

Summary: Fluff. Bryce and MC go to a fun fair. Expect candy floss and hot dogs. Shit gets cute.

Author notes: After the angst (and somewhat absence of Bryce) of Chapter 12, let's have some cute fun with our favourite surgeon at the fair! My first completely fluffy fic: be kind. PG but some suggestive comments and innuendo. Because I just can't help it.

Tunnel of Love

Lottie felt a pair of strong hands grab her hips as she leaned over the counter at the nurses' station. Bryce's floppy hair tickled her cheek as he nuzzled in to kiss her.

"Hey," he breathed against her neck, making her gasp.

"Hey, yourself," the diagnostics doctor smiled, turning around to face him. She marvelled at how her day was always brightened up when she saw the surgeon.

"God damn, we both look hot in these scrubs," he winked as he looked his girlfriend up and down appreciatively.

"You're just meant to compliment me, you know. Then I compliment you back."

He stepped back and shrugged at her.

"Youre busy, you might forget. I pull off this particular shade of green quite well, I think."

Lottie yanked him back towards her by his waistband and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I might just pull it off for you, if you know what I mean..."

"Oh," he pressed his hips against hers, hard, "I know what you mean, Dr Bedford."

Abruptly, they pulled apart as they heard a cough to get their attention.

"Dr Bedford, you've patients that need updating if Dr Lahela can put you down for a moment," said Dr Ramsey as he narrowed his eyes at the couple. "After all, you are at work, are you not?"

Without waiting for any reply, he briskly walked off down the corridor. Bryce pulled a face at Lottie.

"I guess I can book him in," he mused.

"Book him in for what?"

"To have that stick surgically removed from his ass, and a heart put in his chest" he winked and she swatted his arm.

"I have to get going."

"No, wait," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, "I wanted to see if you'd go to the fair with me tomorrow? No roommates, no surgical interns, just you and me."

Lottie loved it when she and Bryce had a day off together. He always had something fun planned, or at least vaguely planned. Whatever they did always led to an adventure, something she'd never have done without him leading the way. Last week they'd gone to a jelly festival of all things. A festival of jellies. The afternoon had ended with Bryce forcing a handful of jelly down Lottie's top and her squishing some blancmange in his face.

His wide smile was infectious and she grinned back.

"Hot dogs, cotton candy and the ferris wheel? How could I say no!"

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They arrived at the fair late afternoon, having spent a delicious morning in bed. Following the cramped subway and two buses, they were both ready to stretch their legs and walk around the fairground underneath the warm sun. Lottie shrugged off her denim jacket and tied it around her waist.

Jaunty music bounced across the fairground and the smell of food wafted towards them. Lottie's stomach growled.

"That's because of all the energy you burned off earlier," Bryce laughed, making her blush at the memory of how they worked up a sweat a few hours ago. "Hey, look, let's grab one of those fully loaded dogs!"

She followed his gaze and spotted the hot dog stand. Clumsily, she stumbled as Bryce pulled her by the hand over the uneven grassy ground.

"Whoa, I thought it was me who was starving!"

They weaved through the crowd and smiled and said excuse me at happy and laughing people. Couples with their arms around each other, girlfriends holding teddy bears proudly, and parents with children who were clearly high on sugar and excitement.

"I'll have a Monster Dog," yelled Bryce to the vendor, pointing to the picture of the hot dog piled high with onions, bacon and cheese, and dripping with hot sauce. You could almost see the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.

"How come you never look at me like that?" His girlfriend teased, poking him in the bicep.

"Babe," he said solemnly, "this is a Monster Dog, stuff of legend. What are you having?"

"I'll have the same, I guess."

"Yes! That's my girl!" He bumped her small fist with his large one. Bryce handed over the money and they grabbed their food.

As the loud noises of the fair tumbled over them, they slowly walked past the rides and stalls, hungrily shoving their food into their faces. It tasted heavenly, thought Lottie as she chewed: the boy made a good choice. It quietened her belly, anyway. They walked in a comfortable silence, occasionally bumping shoulders.

"You've got a..." Bryce pointed at her face.

"Uh.. sauce? Where?"

Bryce ran a finger up to her mouth from her chin and then licked the sauce off.

"That's so gross!"

He shrugged.

"Can't let hot sauce go to waste."

With their mouths full of the last bites, Bryce nudged Lottie's shoulder and pointed at a stall. Unable to talk, she raised her eyebrows. Unable to talk, he jerked his chin towards it as if to say, come on.

Hesitantly, she approached the gun range with the eager surgeon. A line of 2D plastic ducks moved from left to right and then right to left at the back of the hut.

"Two, please," said Bryce, picking up a rifle.

"Ah," Lottie nervously touched the gun, "what if I shoot someone?"

"They're not real, just watch."

He held the rifle up to his face and took a few seconds to aim. Then BLAM BLAM BLAM he shot three little duckies in a row, setting off three spinners underneath which blurred as they span.

Smugly, he raised his hands in the air.

"Top surgeon, top lover, now top shooter!"

"Well done," said the stallholder, rolling his eyes. "Is the lady gonna shoot?"

Lottie aimed the gun cautiously. Bryce held her elbow up slightly and his other hand steadied her hip.

She shot. And missed.

"Try again, like this." He stood behind her, pressing his hips against her ass, and moved the gun so it was pointing up a little more. "Go."

She shot. She missed. His body pressed against hers was distracting.

"That was closer, though," Bryce smiled, encouragingly.

Lottie aimed one last time and hit the blue duck, sending him backwards.

"Bad luck, miss. It's 2 out of three for a win. But you," he gestured to Bryce, "you've won a prize." He pointed his thumb behind him to the teddies and plastic pieces of rubbish. Bryce looked at his beautiful girlfriend.

"You can choose..." he said, almost shyly.

She raked her eyes over the bears and saw the perfect one. She pointed it out and took it from the man, giving it a big squeeze.

"Why that one?" Bryce asked.

She grinned.

"Your stand in when you're not around. It's just like you, dont you think?"

Lottie held out the plush Tigger and Bryce nodded, thoughtfully.

"I guess so, full of energy, confident, doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks.. yeh that's me alright."

"Aw, I was thinking more that he's annoying as hell and talks too much, but ok," she conceded as he grabbed her by the waist and tickled her, "ok fine, I'm kidding!"

He pulled her closer and kissed her, her eyes sparkling.

"And you just know that with all that energy, Tigger's gonna be good at..." he wiggled his eyebrows and glanced downwards.

"Oh, well he's definitely you, then," she blushed, her mind going back to this morning and just how energetic Bryce could be. All three times.

"Yeh?" He grinned. Grabbing her hand, he span her out and back in, making her skater dress flare up. She span into his arms and he sprinkled kisses all over her nose and cheeks.

They walked hand in hand through the happy crowds, past the twinkling fairy lights looped up over the stalls, stopping now and then to play a game of hoopla or darts. Lottie won a pair of comedy glasses for Bryce and he won her a pair of bunny ears. They bought a stick of candy floss to share and walked side by side, pulling off pink clouds of sugar and feeding each other, laughing at how sticky their lips had become, and licking each others fingers.

"Let's go on the ferris wheel," said Bryce, his eyes lighting up at the sheer height of the thing.

They paid for their ticket and clambered aboard one of the swinging cars, yanking the safety rail down against their thighs.

With a groan, the wheel slowly moved upwards and Lottie leaned back against Bryce's side, wriggling until she was comfy. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed the top of her head. His fingers stroked her forearms and Lottie felt a shiver of excitement at being here with the man she felt that she was beginning to love. She'd never had these feelings for anyone before but she was sure that this was it, the real thing. She knew it when she looked into his face; hell she even knew it just glancing down at his forearms. She loved his forearms, tanned and strong and veiny. And his beautiful hands, with his long fingers, bony knuckles and short, uneven nails. She loved them.

The young doctor placed her hands lovingly over his, stroking and caressing along each vein and circling each knuckle in turn, letting him know in her own way that she cared. She felt a warmth of comfort being with him: he felt so safe, despite the fact that they were 100ft in the air on a rickety wheel.

"Thanks for coming tonight," he breathed against her ear, causing her to smile and close her eyes.

"Thank you for asking me. And for being you." She heard him chuckle and felt his cheeks go up in a smile, pressed against the side of her face.

The pair of doctors stayed like that as the wheel continued to rise. His arms gripped her tighter as they watched the sun start to go down over the roofs and trees, and twilight began to descend over the town, creating a swarm of shadows and making streetlights blink into life. The bright lights and music from the fair seemed to fade as all Lottie could think about was Bryce, warm against her back, protecting her and keeping her safe with his strong arms around her. He felt like home to Lottie who was still adjusting to a new place, a new job and a new life, even after six months. As they reached the very top, Bryce pulled Lottie's chin up and kissed her gently, chastely on the lips. She turned to face him a little more and their foreheads pressed together.

"I love spending time with you, Lottie. Everyday is an adventure."

She pulled on his collar so his lips were brushing against hers. Her thumbs brushed along his collarbone and then she slid her hands down over his chest.

"I love... spending time with you, too."

She kissed him deeply, with passion but not desperation: a slow kiss, content to take her time. He was hers. There was no rush. His hands flattened themselves out against her back as he pulled her as closely as possible, their tongues tasting each others mouths like the first time.

They pulled apart, unwillingly, as they realised the car was almost at the bottom of the wheel. He ran his thumb over her swollen lips. They locked eyes for a long moment, before the gruff voice called, "come on then, out!"

Grinning, Bryce hopped out and held out his hand for his partner in crime. Lottie grabbed it and scrambled out of the car quickly, stumbling into his arms.

"I've got you," he murmured. "Hey, look, over there."

Pulling her gaze from the handsome man in front of her, she saw that he was pointing at the Tunnel of Love.

"The Tunnel of Love?" She laughed. She'd never been in one. Never had anyone she really wanted to go on one with. Until now.

She giggled with excitement as Bryce pushed her by the hips towards the ride.

"Two, please!"

Eagerly, they clambered on board, Lottie gripping her boyfriend's arms for balance, and the boat swayed from side to side. She clung on to the edges, while storing Tigger safely at her feet.

"I really dont want to fall in that water," she cringed, peering over the edge into what looked like black, bottomless water, as they slowly drifted along.

She suddenly cried out as the boat began to rock violently. Bryce laughed as he swung himself wildly from side to side.

She shoved him in the chest.

"Idiot! Stop!"

"Ah," he said, grabbing her wrists, "but I'm your idiot."

Frowning, she shook her head.

"You wont be my anything if you do that again."

He held his hands up in surrender.

"Ok, I'll stop. I mean, I never want to not be your anything..." he scooted over closer to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. "I really would prefer to be your everything..."

He nuzzled into her neck, gently nipping at the skin, his hand sliding gently along her thigh.

She leaned into him, enjoying the relaxing sensations of the boat swaying and the sensation of Bryce's fingertips making lazy patterns across the bare skin of her legs.

The pink, intimate lighting bathed the tunnel in a romantic glow, while soft music played.

"This is a little cheesy," she said, glancing at the LED swans which moved their necks gently back and forth, "but I love it!"

Bryce coughed. She turned to face him.

"Um... Lottie," he said, and she sensed a little nervous energy coming off of him. Bryce suddenly talked quicker than she'd ever heard him before. "I love spending time with you, I love seeing you, I love talking to you and when I bump into you at work, I feel so happy, like my heart is gonna burst. I feel so proud to be the one you want to be with. And anyway, well I..." he paused, taking a breath and looking down at his hands. She'd never seen him like like this before. As much as she loved Lahela's confidence, this new shy Bryce was quite cute.

Reassuringly, she cupped his face with her hands and looked into his eyes.

"I really love being with you, too." She said, "My heart skips a beat when I see you at work. You make me so happy!"

"Really?" He smiled, his eyes sparkling under the pink glow. "Because, Lottie, I've fallen in love with you. I love you..."

His eyes widened as he watched for her reaction. Her mouth opened but she didn't speak.

Bryce swallowed, hard. His brow furrowed.

"I mean, you dont have to say it back, you dont have to feel the same way back... yet. But," his grin returned, "you will."

"No," she began. She had been taken by surprise. She knew how she felt about him, but hearing the same thing from his mouth had taken her breath away. "I do, I love you already!" Her smile mirrored his as they both grinned widely, relief washing over his features. "Sorry, I was just... taking in the moment. This was perfect, Bryce."

"You love me, too?" His eager eyes searched her face and she nodded. "I knew it," he grinned.

He moved so his face was close to hers, and Lottie bit her bottom lip. Gently, he pulled it free with his thumb and kissed her, pulling her lip down to open her mouth so he could move his tongue against hers, exploring his lover's mouth with a deep longing. Her fingers threaded through his hair and his hands gripped her waist.

"I love you, Charlotte Bedford," he murmured pulling away.

"I love you, Bryce Lahela," she smiled, "forever."

"Of course forever," he said breathlessly against her lips, "you belong to me forever."

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iamcinema · 3 years

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IAC Reviews #19: Wishbone (2000)

Hey, is anyone still alive out there? I hope so.

Coming off of last year was a disaster, and well, we didn't enter 2021 on the highest of notes. I guess you could say I've been burned out and not having a ton of motivation to do a lot, even with how much I've been grinding on Letterboxd over the past few months. I think I'm ready to come back, and since there's a storm is brewing outside, let's make today a movie night...and boy, do I have a treat for you.

I think I've made it kind of apparent that I have a weakness for terrible, low-budget, trash fires. There's something oddly charming about them where they always find a way to lure me in, and given the scene on Letterboxd, there's a bunch of SOV masochists out there waiting to get their next fix. While digging around for material to cross off my lists on titles to find and add, I was reminded of a terrible, low-budget film that was shot in my hometown over 20 years ago. I'm full of fear for what's to come, and you should be too.

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Wishbone is a 2000 horror film directed by Timothy Gaer and co-created by Michael Fasciana, centering on a woman named Laurie who receives an unusual artifact from her eccentric aunt she acquired from a pawn dealer that causes those around her to disappear when they make wishes on it. Hmm, seems simple enough. Let's what we're in for, and I'm absolutely not ready because the IMDb page says this shit is over two hours long, despite a version on Youtube having it just a bit over 90 minutes. Let us pray.

Wishbone in One Gif:

This acting is might be the death of me, but I'm not sure what's going to be the catalyst that causes me to fall down the stairs and break my neck: the sound quality, the weird editing, or the music...oh, god what the fuck is the music doing? So much noise, noise noise!

Okay, so let's dig into this before I take too long of a break and I don't come back to this. I've already had to pause the movie a few times to catch my breath or just rewind and go back because there's a good amount that I keep missing because, apparently, the star of the film is the score and not Laurie. This is so, so slow. I've seen a lot of long horror movies, but at least with those, it feels like things are happening. Even Blood Lake had filler that did something to some degree, and with that, it was consistently bad. This movie doesn't even know what it wants to do. So, as a disclaimer, there's a good chance I'm probably missing some key details that I didn't hear because it seems that characterization isn't important if the music insists on talking over everyone.

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So, to date, this might be one of the worst horror movies (and movies in general) that I've ever seen and it might be one of the slowest things in the entire megaverse. This is over 90 minutes of, somehow, nothing and something happening simultaneously - if that makes any sense.

This takes its sweet ass time moving along and there's so little pay-off. The majority of the characters are either nameless or we aren't introduced to them in a way that matters enough for us to care about them. It's kind of like with Violent Shit and other low-budget slasher films where the majority of the characters serve no purpose but to be disposable. Next to the two main leads, Laurie and Joe, and maybe a few others, everyone is just forgettable and even then I couldn't honestly tell you anyone's name if it was explicitly brought up. IMDb isn't helpful either, and at this point it just makes me care even less. I'm not sure if my patience has been tested too much with this, but it's kind of sad that I'm more invested in seeing what the background characters are doing than Laurie and Joe - even though I can't really hear what the hell they're saying.

Yeah, I really can't move on without talking about the sound and the music. Why is it always the audio with these movies? This has an estimated budget of $100,000, or $154,779.43 today in August 2021. How do you have the ability to somehow not make this look like a potato for the most part, well for the day shots that is, but you don't have it in you to get a good mic and someone who knows how to mix and edit correctly? I would sort of understand if you spent the majority of the money on talent to cut corners, but this is just ridiculous. Did they use the cameras' built-in mics to catch the audio here?

I feel like I need to interrupt the movie constantly to tell them to speak up because if I turn up the volume, I'm just getting bombarded with this really weird soundtrack that doesn't fit. I shit you not, during one of the kill scenes, the music booming over it sounds like it was ripped from Kevin MacLeod's "lounge" library and then the reverse happens where ominous music is playing over a more touching scene - and that's not even a dig at Kevin as an artist. That's just how inappropriate and unfitting this editing is. The weird fucking thing about this specific kill scene is that it sounds like the audio is stacked, so there are two different instrumental tracks going on.

How do you fuck something as basic as tension up like that? The audio choices are so painfully inconsistent and it doesn't know what it wants to do. There are moments where you can hear the dialogue just fine, but then the music comes in out of nowhere to segway us into the next scene and it starts to muffle things out. If it isn't that, then the dialogue is just so soft that you'd think there was a pillow on the mic or we're hearing them from the opposite side of a sound-dampened room.

This is what I meant earlier when I said I apologize in advance if I miss anything crucial because I can't make out half of these conversations. So, I'm having to keep going back if I care enough or just having to pause and take breaks because there's only so much I can handle. This means that there's a good amount I'll blank on because I have to keep going back because I can't remember the majority of these no-named characters. Who the fuck are you people? Why am I supposed to care?

If I'm understanding the non-existent rules of the wishbone, you're connected to whoever dies in some way. So, why is any of this relevant to what's going on? If it's random, then it's another reason for me not to care just because some frat kids made a wish at some point. Again, who the hell are you and why am I supposed to lament over them? Why is there so much useless filler here? Did I mention that this is over 90 minutes long and there are *three* fucking party scenes? Party scenes are to Wishbone as ten-minute-long jetskiing and beer game scenes are to Blood Lake.

Oh, speaking of other shit that's annoying. Let's talk about general editing because the sound isn't the only thing that's a mess here.

I swear that almost every single scene in this ends with a fade-out/fade-in shot. Only one or two scenes come to mind where this doesn't happen, and the first time it did I thought my browser was freezing because it abruptly cut to black and then smash cuts to a party scene. I've never, ever seen a movie that abused this that much before and it's on par with something I would have seen made by a bunch of high school kids. So, when we have a moment where this doesn't happen and it plays out normally, it feels like a breath of fresh air. I'm sure this movie's run time could have been shaved down by at least a minute or two if this wasn't a problem, along with all the useless close-up shots that serve nothing to the plot.

It's such a waste of time. I'm so fucking tired. How was this movie's budget $100k? Did they spend most of it on renting the Scranton Police Department for a few shots or did it go towards their impromptu trip to Party City? I'm so tired and I don't care anymore.

Do you want to know what the real kicker is? With just barely twenty minutes left, the whole lore about the monkey's wishbone paw comes back and that's when Laurie and her friend Karen think something is weird. Isn't this whole realization trope that happens within the first or second act, not now with your Great Value brand version of the Dream Warriors?

Also, it's not specified how much time has gone by since the start, but it has to have been at least a week or two. It's incredibly weird how they paint the main characters and the unnamed background ones as such good friends that they don't think it's weird how almost all of them have disappeared - especially one girl who doesn't seem off-put that her boyfriend (or ex) disappeared after getting into an argument at one of the parties and none of his friends could reach him either at his own house.

The final showdown is an utter pain in the ass to get through because the conflict ends as abruptly as it starts and it's so unsatisfying. We get to see the face of our villain, I guess, and then more or less cut to our leads holding hands down the street set to the same looping lounge music we've been dealing with for over 90 damn minutes. Is everyone else who went with them dead? Did they live? Who cares! That's one thing the movie and I can agree on since we never see them again. We end on a shitty cliffhanger that's supposed to prepare us for a sequel, which thankfully never happened.

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And that was Wishbone. Holy fucking shit, I've never been so thankful for a movie to be over in my life. It's 11:07 PM as of tinkering with some minor revisions and I've been in purgatory with this for over five hours, and yet, it feels like an entire lifetime has gone by.

I've raved about how bad Blood Lake was with its incredibly bad pacing, but this is next level awful and a testament to bad filmmaking if I've ever seen it. I expect a lot of the things I complained about from super amateur filmmakers who are shooting on an actual shoestring budget, not people who had that much money to fuck around with. How did they have that kind of a budget, and the most they can give us is bad audio, Windows Movie Maker levels of basic editing, three wrap parties, and a few crumbs of gore that we could see?

This was physically painful to see and I'm in much worse shape having endured it than I would have been if I sat through something liked Boardinghouse, and that has a two-and-a-half-hour-long version tied to it. This is just a marvel and I mean that in a so-bad-it's-bad way, not like how SOV enthusiasts who love this stuff pine over. If I had to give one thing going for it, one single granule of gold that I enjoyed from this, it's the limited shots we get of the area so I could make a game out of seeing what local spots I recognized. If playing I Spy is the only way for someone to endure your movie, then I don't know what else to say.

Wishbone is a hot mess where shit's happening, but also nothing is happening at the same time. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. In fact, I wish this movie never existed or would die in the ether and never return to our mortal realm ever again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a smoke and hope I don't get run over by a hearse tomorrow.

RATING: 0.5/10

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vexkader · 4 years

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Solis Part 5

An orange and yellow glow of an eastward sunset, shone over the sandy beach. A large hideaway full of lights blasted music. The synthetic sounds moved through my ears. The feeling of slightly sandy bamboo under my paws as I looked under this hideout, on the far side a full bar serving glowing drinks.

I looked around to see familiar yet aging faces, a few with their spouses as well. I wanted to try to talk to someone, but I felt so out-of-place here. This gut feeling that I'd rather be back at my ship. All other parties I've been to have been full of CEOs looking to talk business with me, not people catching up with their lives.

I moved carefully and quickly across the floor, making my way to the bar. Away from the humans and anthros dancing, talking, and laughing. Drinks, food, phones, all of them in their hands and paws. Groaning, I set myself at the bar, small blue and orange flames coming out around it.

"Anything you want?" The human bartender asked me, wiping the counter down from the last set of drinks served. The flames reflecting in its shine.

"Umm yeah, just give me a mountain jungle." I ask him quietly, looking around seeing who I could approach. My tail flicking gently behind me.

"Mhmm alright, don't do anything stupid now."

"I can handle my drink." He starts to mix liquids, pouring this glowing brown and purple drink. Honestly hated how this thing looked, but the deep fruity flavors from Venus just hit everything right. Along with a hit of alcohol. Downing it, I could feel the burn in my throat. Putting the shot down I shake my face a bit.

As the shock of the drink wore off, I heard a voice at the other end of the bar. "Vex? That you? Where have you been all these years?" The booming voice startled me as I turn around to see a beastly sized human. Tanned skin and a dark blonde hair, he sets a beer down on the counter as he looked to me.

"Mhnn.. Kenneth right?" I asked, as I wasnt to sure on who this person was. To my surprise his eyes lit up, lifting his bear up in almost a celebration. "You remember! I'm kinda surprised to see you in a joint like this, how the hell did you get here?" He asks me, acting like we were longtime friends. Truthfully I only knew him from being occasional partners in group work.

"Well, the promise of free alcohol is usually a good way to get me out." I say with a half-joking laugh, even though that really was the reason I was out here.

"Cant argue with that I guess, what have you been up to man!" He takes a sip, turning the chair toward me as I prepared for an uncomfortable conversation. And as I tried to think of a convenient lie to tell him, as most of my work wasnt exactly legal.

"I uh, do mostly free-lance retrieval. Ship goes down in the jungle, or some other place say on Earth or Mars I retrieve the data and whatever valuables I can find for the client."

He nodded his head, at least pretending to be interested in what I was saying. "Mhmm okay, can seen a bit dangerous. You go into those jungles often?"

"I can yeah, was just in there the other day. Ran into slashers." His eye widened as he drank, looking like he was going to spit. "Salshers?! The hell kinda items are you retrieving?"

"Special ones, good pay though."

"I bet, I'm finishing up a degree in engineering. Not a masters or anything, but its gonna get me a good job on a few cargo ships. Already a job lined up for when I'm out on an Earth bound freighter."

I nod, listening to his plans for life. Even if I was going to find someone to help me, it wasnt gonna be him.

"Nice seein ya Vex!" He gives me a pat on the shoulder, taking another drink. "You take care out in those jungles!"

"I'll try my best."

As he left to mingle with others, I kept an eye out. Others coming to say hello to me, and wanting to see what I've been up to. No one heard from me after graduation, one even thought I died. Which I can thankfully say I havent. However, one did catch my eye.

A brown and cinnamon furred coyote, almond-shaped icy eyes. Short not quite petite build. She strutted over in some casual clothing, over to the bar asking for a normal drink. Her name.. what was her name?

"Just have a cola please." She asked in a softer voice to the bartender, as he poured her a fuzzy drink. "Dont have a ride home?" He asks her as she shakes her head, sipping the drink.

She looked to me, a bit of shock in her eyes. "Vex?" She asks, setting down the drink. "That you? I never expected-"

"Yes, it's me surprisingly." I interrupted, I was honestly getting tired of the question. "I didn't expect to be here either, yet I am!"

She smiles a bit, taking another drink. "It's good to see you though, highschool wasnt easy on you so it's good to see you here and looking decent."

I felt awkward from the compliment, I was far from decent really. This old clothing I had was well below what most people were wearing, stained and muddied up from exploring planets. "Thanks I guess." I look away shyly, I wasnt here for this small talk. I hated this small talk shite!

"Oh jeez, you don't remember who I am do you?" She cocks her head, a sly smile almost laughing as she lifts her drink. "Friday remember? Friday Tisek?"

The name rushed back as I raised a finger, waving it a bit. "That's right, shite what did your parents do?"

"Own a ship building company, BlueStar?" It all started coming back. While everyone was rich in my school, it was private after all, she was the rich of the rich. I mean hell, her parents sold ships and tech to the government and military sometimes. They had money, and of course that came with the thought of her being above everyone else. Come to think of it.. this may be what I need.

"Right right, been on a few I believe, umm." I snap my fingers, thinking of the class of ship I was on. "Nova liners? They're a subsection right?" I ask her, my face puzzled.

She shakes her head, paws facing me as I had her interest. "Not really, they're more in good faith with mine. We occasionally share details, but that's about it really."

I nod, pretending I understood the business jargon of it all. "Ah, because I was on a cruise liner once for a trip around Mars. Very formal business you see."

Scoffing, she takes a moment to chew on some ice, swirling the rest around in her glass. The little spheres dancing about in the fizzy soda. "What kind of business do you run to take a line around Mars?" I told her it was mostly retrieval, leaving out my activities beyond the asteroid belt.

"Interesting, maybe you'd be up for some work for my father?" My ears perked, a job opportunity with some powerful friends with even more powerful friends? I'm all paws in.

"What kind of work is it?" I ask, leaning forward.

"You said retrieval right?"

"I did."

"My father is holding a party for business associates and the like, seeing how you're a fan of them why don't you swing by. This weekend, I can forward you the details."

I groan, not another party. I'd prefer she just give me his details, and not dance around the point.

"Any more information you can give me?" I tried to pry from her, hoping shed give.

"Hmm," She looked around the room, making sure no one was listening in. "Since you said retrieval, my father has bugged about something. Under Iceland."

"Iceland?" My ears perk, whatever what could be so important in Earth's frozen north. Especially some island no one has lived on in centuries.

"Yes Iceland, I can't talk about it too much in the open." She tells me, looking around the patio to all the faces.

"Care to come back to my ship after this? I'd like to know a bit more before committing."

Groaning, she reluctantly agrees to come with me back to my ship. Honestly I wasnt a fan either, but a job is a job no matter who it's from.

We ordered a few more drinks, her another soda me some more alcohol. She tried small talk again, but honestly once business was over I had a hard time feeling it.

"No idea how you're able to handle drinks like that." She starts. "Last time I had alcohol I nearly threw it up."

"Well, I mean I guess I'm just used to it. Always mixed the stuff myself."

"Might've been the problem, I just had straight whatever it was. Burned the whole way, tasted terrible." She waves a paw, drinking from the soda.

I gave a slight chuckle, sipping on my drink. "Drinking straight was your first problem, gotta ease into it. Youd probably like something that has more taste to it than alcohol. Let's try something more customizable, and good for this beach."

I order her a margarita, an old drink from Earth. Making sure the bar tender only put in a hint of alcohol. Trying it her eyes lit up, maybe not from taste however. "Well it's not terrible, kinda salty though." She licks her lips, her canine tongue trying to get the salty taste out of her mouth.

"That's cause they salt the rim, after this one you want another without the salt?" She stops to think about my question, swirling the drink in her paws. Occasionally tapping a claw. "Sure why not, can't go that bad could it?" Taking another sip, she agreed to it. Leading to a long night ahead of us.

Unsurprisingly a lightweight, me and Friday probably drank for another hour. Or two. Getting a bit heavier and heavier, making the rest of the night an uneasy blur.

The things I do remember, I remember walking or more practically stumbling along the beach. As the sun set over the mountains beyond, the only light coming from the city and the party itself. Mine and Friday's paws sinking into the damp sand as we walked along.

Occasionally she touched a paw against mine, laughing at the smallest of things. One thing I'll give alcohol is I feel dumb enough to talk openly to people. A real confidence booster that one, although it very well leads to trouble for me.

As we stumbled back to the ship, I let her in. Making sure BB kept his AI mouth shut. From here things got really blurry, and I certainly don't remember talking about a job opportunity with her father.

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