#TCM au act one

[thecrescentmind]

Rember how I said past me thought attempting to make a fanseries about my sides was a good (and possible) idea? Well here’s a screenshot from the unfinished (and never will be finished) episode two of that fanseries that I genuinely think is one of the best things I’ve ever drawn /hj

[thecrescentmind]

Only post about these idiots from my main blog

Happy ptide ft that one meme

These two are Sanders Sides ocs TCM!Crescent and her anxiety side: Stress

(Not a ship please don’t ship them)

[snowypi]

Good afternoon, Phi. I'm here with a Zayne request. May I request: MC pining after Zayne who's engaged to his long-time TCM practitioner girlfriend.

hi dearest!! i'm afraid i'm going to have to forgo this one :( MC with an engaged Zayne implies that they are still tied together through their past lives and Zayne's suppressed feelings. i can imagine that in this life he chose to 'settle' for his long-time TCM practitioner girlfriend because it's better than exposing MC to the danger that is himself-- his control, his evol, the fear that she will be torn away from him once more. the tcm girlfriend may have been someone who's always stuck around with him throughout med school, a home away from home he could rest at when the world became too dark and MC's warmth was too far. you'd find MC stealing glances in her checkups, heart sinking when she spots the ring on his finger. i can imagine MC never being able to hate the TCM fiance, because she's always so sweet and gentle and much like a perfect match for zayne. she'd probably give MC some free remedies or discounted services too whenever she felt like MC was pushing herself too hard. so MC would have to digest it all, a love that's all her own and a longing Zayne's eyes only reflect but never act on. i love angst, but this whole dynamic implies emotional cheating (which i will not be writing.) as Zayne + MC is NEVER one-sided. like. like i can LITERALLy see zayne just shattering at seeing MC shatter this man is DEVOTED and SO observant but knowing him he chose something he deemed a lesser evil. but i digress id be comfortable with a non-mc reader au though! i'm so sorry for not updating my rules yet. ill do it as soon as possible. have a great day and feel free to send other requests ^_^

[demphen]

in plain sight | tcm au (thomas/oc)

tl:dr - Eddie arrives in Fuller earlier.

San Francisco, 1967. The murder of Judith “Judy” Robertson marks the end of the Summer of Love, and police forces—with the help of various witness accounts from the time of the murder—are able to connect the still-missing Eddie Amar Reid to the crime. South of San Francisco, the LAPD had already suspected Eddie’s involvement in the murder of Mateo Amorós three years prior in 1964. Soon after the Judith’s death, Eddie becomes connected to more and more murders across central and southern California until the LAPD eventually singles him out as the “Rockstar Killer” in October of that year.

Rather than fleeing to New Mexico, as he does in the original story, Eddie travels further east and lands himself in the often-forgotten town of Fuller, Texas in an attempt to escape police capture. He makes this decision figuring that the farther he got from the crime, the less likely it would be for him to get caught—news could only travel so far.

Upon his arrival, Eddie plans to stay in Fuller and live under-the-radar for a couple months, just long enough for the hysteria surrounding his crimes to die down. Going under the alias of Jackson Hughes, Eddie struggles to land a stable job until he meets Luda Mae, a poor gas station owner with a struggling farm. She’s hesitant to get too close to Eddie, distrusting him for being an outsider, but he’s eventually able to charm her into agreeing to take him on as a farmhand in exchange for room and board.

Thomas still holds a steady job at the slaughterhouse, and as such, doesn’t see a reason for Eddie’s presence on the farm. It feels like an insult, somehow implying that Thomas’ work wasn’t enough. That he wasn’t enough. When Thomas meets “Jackson” he doesn’t hate him, but more so the fears that he manages to bring up in Thomas. It doesn’t help that he’s awfully attractive, and that Jackson’s just so, so kind to him. Thomas doesn’t entirely know how to handle it.

Over the coming months, they slowly develop a friendship—all built on a lie. Eddie works his way deeper and deeper into Thomas’ heart, earning his affection under the name and identity of a man who doesn’t exist. Months turn into a year, a year into two, and Fuller’s population grows smaller and smaller with each passing season. Eddie, liking this life far more than he originally intended, is forced to come face-to-face with his urge to kill and the lies that he’s told, waiting anxiously for the day one or both will grow out of his control.

notes:

in this au, thomas and eddie are giving very much jack twist and ennis del mar from brokeback mountain. any relationship they have is secretive and thomas is still dealing with a large amount of internalized homophobia

i feel like this could go many ways depending on how i play with it! i think it'd be fun to write the hewitts and their descent into violence and cannibalism and how eddie, who secretly loves it, would deal with it. if he comes out about his identity, he'd be outed as a liar. if he continues to lie, that raises the chance of him being caught lying in the future. whatever will he dooooo

there's also the idea that eddie could start a small killing spree in fuller, and how that'd affect the family. perhaps eddie would act as the devil on thomas' shoulder, telling him to let all his anger out and just be free?

i have a few more au ideas, but this was the first! hope you enjoy

[findroleplay]

Hoi hoi! The growing urge to roleplay this has been gnawing at me, so here I am!

I am 19F looking for those 18+ who are interested in roleplaying The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game (TCM). This will be on discord only for organization purposes ^3^

Heavily into playing or heavily wanting someone play Johnny or Leland. I would like to use an OC, so if you have one as well I would be more than welcome to double up!

I am semi-lit to lit, 3+ paragraphs or the whole discord limit. I would prefer someone who is about the same writing range as me, but nonetheless this is something we can discuss more about later.

I am open to plenty of AU’s and scenarios. Smut/NSFW friendly. Dark themes and acts of violence are completely fine by me too! The game is based off that stuff anyway. We can discuss further once we’re in touch <3

I’ll reach out to you asap!

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[markedprey]

                                            verse: stranger things.

             I have developed a couple different verses for Johnny in the Stranger Things universe that I wanted to post up here for those who have been interested and asking. I want to start by saying this entire AU was closely created with @kinghaargrove ! Due to this I wanted to note that in this universe if Johnny isn’t dating anyone, or is not a developing ship, by default he is dating Billy in this verse. As for the main timeline of events, Johnny by Stranger Things canon, would appear around seasons 2-3. Keep in mind I do have verses for him being a killer in Hawkins that more aligns with TCM, but this one is more so for the realism sake of him fitting into that universe. 

             Johnny was born and raised in Texas, in the small town of Newt. A single child, with a less than perfect home life. It was his mother that tried to give him everything, but his father that couldn’t stand looking at him. His father’s resentment for them both only grew stronger in time, the more he would turn to a bottle. It was something he’d grown used to, over the years as he grew. A part of him is never sure why his father hated him, maybe because he just looked too much like his mother. As a child he thought he deserved it, every scar as punishment for misbehaving. Many evenings and nights were spent running from his father, only to find solace in tall Sunflowers to hide from the hell he knew in the place he was meant to call home. 

             Only as he got older did his desire to once run turn into pure hatred for his father. The desire to protect his mother became top priority. It started at school, picking up football as a means to let out his aggression, and when he grew older, used that strength to take blows for his mother as means of keeping her safe. He grew strong, lean, learned to throw a mean right hook. He had friends, and was even considered popular, despite how small the school was. He was young, his whole life ahead of him, hopes of bettering himself through sports and getting his mom out of the hell they lived in.

             But it was a dream that would never come to be. Returning home late one night, he found his house in ruins, signs of a struggle when he was off late with friends. Too late to save her, it was mere moments that life seemed to come to a crawl. His father with a broken bottle, coming into contact with his mother’s throat. In a moment his life as he knew it was turned upside down. Paralyzed at the sight of his dying mother, his father, incoherent, came for him next. He couldn’t remember the way the bottle would slice his skin, or how he somehow managed to wrestle it free from him. All he could remember was the anger he felt inside- the sheer bloodlust that consumed him, had him overpower the man that mistreated him for so many years. And in a moment- take the life of the one he was meant to care for. The rest was a blur, blacking out only to wake up to the sound of sirens, his aunt Nancy having come to check on them- only to find him in a pool of his parents blood, face and arms carved open as he lay dying on the floor. 

             The year that followed was a blur. Nancy took him in as her own, as his closest living relative she took full custody of him. Charges weren’t pressed, due to his age, an act of self defense, knowing his fathers abusive history. Yet the rumors still spread, Johnny, the Frakenstein monster, pieced back together, a murderer, a freak. Outcast. From this, Nancy decided it was a change of pace, a move well needed, a fresh start where no one would know of the terrible things that happened in that town. So they moved to Hawkins, a new chance at life, a chance to meet new friends and erase the past that haunted him.

             So where’s his role in Hawkins? I imagine that once he moves there, he’s essentially the shiny new toy. Coming in sometime later on around or during the events of season 2, everyone is curious about him, from the scars on his body and how mysterious he seems. Some think he’s a killer, that maybe he’s been to jail, but it’s mainly rumor and gossip people try to guess why he looks that way. He quickly joins the football team though, and with it comes popularity. He's handsome, big for his age, and has a warm accent and charm that lures people in- so he’s quick to gain attention. Everyone wants to know him, but few ever get to know the real him. He knows well he’d be thrown in with the freaks, the misfits, so he makes sure to keep his murderous past under lock and key. He mainly hangs out with Billy Hargrove, a sort of rival relationship that also leads him to many parties, flings, and everything that comes with being the center of attention at a new school. 

             During the events leading into season 3, Johnny during that summer can be found working at his uncle Drayton’s gas station on the outskirts of Hawkins. It is during that time that Johnny becomes one of the first victims to the mindflayer. I imagine the infestation of rats that occurs during that season definitely festers within the basement of the gas station, Johnny works late, investigates noise and the rest is history as he’s turned into a servant for the mindflayer essentially. For Vecna in general he would be a perfect target. But all the sudden people who stop in to get gas suddenly go missing from Hawkins, Johnny unable to help himself as he starts killing his family. Nancy, Drayton, his weird cousins Nubbins and Sissy- then the rest of the innocent people that come regularly to get cheap gas. Johnny who tried so hard to be better, to escape his past, ended up becoming what everyone rumored to be true: a murderer. In a moment of breaking free from his mind control, I can definitely see him having a breakdown over the fact that he became what he feared most. That he is really a killer, despite trying so hard to run from his past. He couldn’t stop from shedding more blood, and for that he would grieve over killing the last of his loved ones. 

             I imagine he would also sacrifice himself, in a way replacing Billy and saving him from a terrible fate. If El were to have visions or a favorite memory from his mind, it would be one from his childhood, running through fields of sunflowers, being called in by his mom as she stood on the back porch as the sun began to set. Crying over the childhood that was stolen from him, mourning the loss of the person he loved most. And when he would finally die and the mall would burn down, there would be talk of Johnny Sawyer being a murderer after all, that he killed so many people and died burning in the mall, rather than be a hero, saving Billy and others from the mindflayer.

             Like I said though I do have other verses for him where he’s more morally aligned just a killer moving into a small town- or verses where he does survive the incident in the mall so he can be a part of season 4 because he would be a perfect victim for Vecna. But yeah, take from this what you will!

[findyourrp]

🔪 Hoi hoi! The growing urge to roleplay this has been gnawing at me, so here I am!

I am 19F looking for those 18+ who are interested in roleplaying. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game (TCM). This will be on discord only for organization purposes ^3^

Heavily into playing or heavily wanting someone play Johnny or Leland. I would like to use an OC, so if you have one as well I would be more than welcome to double up!

I am semi-lit to lit, 3+ paragraphs or the whole discord limit. I would prefer someone who is about the same writing range as me, but nonetheless this is something we can discuss more about later.

I am open to plenty of AU’s and scenarios. Smut/NSFW friendly. Dark themes and acts of violence are completely fine by me too! The game is based off that stuff anyway. We can discuss further once we’re in touch <3

I’ll reach out to you asap!

.

[deniable-masterpiece]

the issue with tcm they take it seriously like theyre actually good writers and devs when they just plain suck so it never lands and ngl the outfits werent good except for lelands because they were all just girls in bras and virginias was a really hideous red. i know straight men will love it but its lazy as shit imo. RIGHT shes a really good character in my opinion and shes really well voice acted, i just hope they come out with a new hair pack like they promised way back last year because that damn bob...like shes serving in everything else but that damn bob. ALSO DRAG THAT GINNY HATER, she deserves all the love in the world, ive actually had to take a break from playing her because i hate seeing her die but its good ngl because im also levelling up other characters.

thing is leland is fine but ive gotten bored, you know? like give me LORE. they need a storymode or something. like this isnt just leland but really just all of them aside from ana, virginia and maria because i feel like we know the most about those guys whereas all the others are just friends with each other and thats it - like ok leland has a crush on julie but they havent really shown it besides like him calling her jules. sonny also has a gf that they said theyd never make in the game. this is different from friday the 13th because they never gave us a storyline so we could do what we wanted with those characters and make them our own, thats what i really liked about that (not saying i hate tcm because of that but theyre just so inconsistent).

IKR like i was so shocked seeing rhonda in tcm 2022. ok but since we know who wally would be...WHO WOULD WE BE. im selfish idc i like au stuff but when its like not got x reader stuff i just lose interest (most of the time), like idk if its just me. i LOVE writing fanfics about two characters i love but like LET ME IN!!! LET ME IN PLEASE!!!!!!! usually i do oc x character fic but i have one right now that im working on that is character x character. like im writers blocked on o it right now, im writing about a genderswapped princess from disney (DONT MAKE FUN OF ME) (or do im down for the humiliation) so i can make it hot, muscular and gay - saw some amazing fanart of them that was them as a guy but not like the usual femboy genderswapped art we see...like he was a BIG boy. giving and taking dick. anyways i lost the plot of what i was writing here but yeah NASODAIOD wait you are right about modders like they do the girls sUCH justice but like give me some big boys. tcm did a great job on johnnys appearance...ughhhhhh his chest hair. and i love that idea about johnny x ana ngl. the thing is when i see a good ship or whatever, i just want it to be gay instead, is that just me? its always so much more interesting than the typical stuff we would see from a johnny x ana. like youre both GUYS, one clearly more masculine and evil than the other - the domination and tactics are gonna be so much harder even though johnny is still rough with girls, even if we're "delicate" like one to him, he's knows we're still a guy and hes gonna be 10x harder than he would be usually. maybe some part of him holds back a bit when fucking a girl even tho he is still like FUCKING THEM UPPPPPP but like with a guy he wont tolerate our tears, whimpering and crying while he grinds his fat sausage into our hole (omg the meat imagery ate?) NO RIGHT they spoiled for me that wally crossed over even though i think he'll be stopped or stop himself because hes the most popular character and the biggest upcoming star - youre 100% right when you said theyll steve him (was it steve?) but nothing can beat season 1 wally. too bad they really made him one note this season even though he was still good, its nice to think of possessive and douchebag wally in fics but they really messed him up at times this season, it just was very sudden so the filler scene where he was good to charley was a bit ooc for season 2 wally imo - season 1 wally? ABSOLUTELY would check up on charley but this season they made him more selfish imo, which is only hot on paper. it probably felt more worse because of the babygirl shit the fans do to him, this fandom is becoming so basic. OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOUD REMEMBER THEM ALL...because i dont, i have done it quite a lot tbh but i love anything you write (did i tell you i loved that charlie fic you wrote? i think i did, right?) - bowbow

i knowwww they didn’t try at all😭 i get why the girls are bras/bikinis but none of them even have a matching bottom piece really… it’s just shorts iirc which are basically the same as connie’s shorts but copy and pasted into each of the girls. i wish there was more variety in the sense that each was an expression of themselves, maybe one of the girls covers up more than the other because of insecurity and whatnot, but danny and sonny and leland’s are really good and different for the three guys, but they couldn’t bother doing that with the girls? we couldn’t dare get a shirtless danny or leland but we got all the girls with their boobs and jiggle physics?? like okay. and it’s such a shame cause if they’re gonna do fun stuff like that, why don’t they just do more flashy 70s outfits? give us actually fun outfits that i’ve seen people come up with, give us outfits that give us new lore about the characters. like we have gotten 3 outfit packs with leland where he’s just wearing a jacket/longsleeve (rip leland’s wrestling singlet as an outfit🤧)

right like i love her sm and i think im gonna hop on tcm and try to find a match cause i miss playing it😭 AND YEAH where did that go?? that was part of the content pass too and its just. gone. again, modders were able to do it in a week and the devs are out here… doing nothing…? also that’s good cause it’s a bitch leveling everyone up, i think i have literally every achievement in the game except the one for Julie where you use her power at level 3 10 times because it’s taken literally forever to level it up

and so real about the lore. i wish they would give us a drop of these characters that didn’t make the cut in game. truly, they could make a post on their website with info and that would be enough. but they’re so lazy and unwilling to do anything besides the bare minimum 😭

AND I KNOWWWWW it’s so crazy to see her go from a gory movie like that to school spirits which is pretty tame on the blood and stuff and especially with her character. and ofc wally would take up a leland-esque roll (when the devs said leland would die first trying to protect everyone… that’s def wally). omg also WHO. which disney princess turned prince?? but also real, i hate when people turn every princess into a catty twink.. the homophobia is crazy. especially when it’s like a tomboy character like that would definitely be a big strong man if the were gender swapped.

oh the modders eat with the men too, i’ve got naked johnny mods, naked leland mods, and some slutty outfits for them both that eat. I kinda get that about the gay thing but I also don't cause I think it will always work best with the dynamic it's written in, like I couldn't imagine Tate x violet from AHS as anything other than a boy and a girl because of the messaging and manipulation (except I also know what you mean because Tate is a boykisser and even tho he killed a gay couple, he's actually gay himself and wants some wet hole). I think I like girls with Johnny because he obviously already has the power advantage over them and he's willing to be very violent which is a bad storm against someone like us, a man, who could probably throw hands with him. but it is hot to think we had the chance to fight him for a minute but he still wins, he's still bigger, he's still more of a man and beats us. and he's not even going 10x harder at that point, but you'll feel it laterrrr. ugh I need him being so rough with me (and vore me omfg that meat stuff)

and nooo omfg, that must have been a spook. all these whiny bitches were posting about it since the beginning of the season that they didn't want him to move on and now he actually might be, so I can imagine the frantic posting when that last scene in the finale came on. and yeah I hope they don't Steve him and he's just mentioned to have moved on. it'll suck and won't make sense but tbh I think he's been Steve'd. Not as bad as Steve but he's basically become a character that only exists to do the thing people like them for over and over again and have no real development or be seen with respect by any of the other characters so yayyyyyy love that. Again, I think it's not as bad as Steve's writing over the seasons in stranger things but they did make a few jokes at his expense in season 2 that I didn't really like. And yeah, I like that Wally becomes more selfish when he's with a girl and changes because of Maddie, but I hate that we hardly see any growth from him that would be a reason for him to move on. (Which suggests that the only reason he could move on was Maddie but it still doesn't make sense as to why THAT is the ticket to go to the afterlife for him. I get he's "the support" but he helps basically everyone this season except himself and doubles down on acting out for someone else, which he literally acknowledged in the previous season as the thing that got him killed so???) I love that he got worse and it should've been explored as maybe a way to set ghosts back from moving on, but they kinda just say that mr Martin was at fault for the whole thing for making them focus on their past and stuff? And yeah omfg I need rough douchey Wally and getting the confirmation that he and his football team were homophobic is so so hot but he goes from defending his actions in the beginning of the episode to suddenly talking with charley about how he feels bad and isn't like that anymore? And yeah unfortunately all the basic bitches are gonna dictate where his character goes in season 3 if he returns and if they get a season 3

ALSO YEAH I REMEMBER cause I totally didn't use them as horny fuel when I was horny or anything. they're super hot and I always mean to write them but it's just one of those things where I have too many ideas, am a full time student, and not enough timeeeeee ahhhh

it is spring break this week tho so hopefully I can get some stuff out. this weekend was busy since it's a close relative's birthday and we're celebrating my birthday this upcoming weekend but hopefullyyyyy I'll have an easy and chill week to myself when everyone's at work

and yesss you did say you loved the Charlie fic, I need to write more like that with matt and wally and omfg Johnny and Leland too cause they deserve their ass worshipped and moreeee. kinda warming up to my Johnny and Leland ideas from last year and I need to smell their musky crotches in jeans in the Texas sun and alternate between huffing their assess in that sweet wrangler denim while they fartttt ughhh

[finalgirlminamurray]

sawyer sisters loreposting part 4: charity (lacey)

Part of my character notes for my TCM AU.

Other posts:

Patience

Chastity

Temperance

Finally, the one and only: Miss Leatherface-Featherlace-Leather-and-Lace...but you can just call her Lacey. Youngest sibling, anxious people-pleaser, accomplished seamstress, craftswoman, homemaker, and efficient killer. Death/The Queen of Cups, reversed.

Full name: Charity Theresa Sawyer, the first of her sisters not to be named directly after a relative (the older three were all named to honor ancestors, but surprisingly there weren't as many Charities in the family.) The nicknames came later.

Born: May 18, 1948

Notes:

The youngest, but at the same time feels like the overlooked middle child and the beleaguered eldest daughter and everyone’s baby sister all at once. It’s a lot on one girl’s shoulders, but she manages.

Patience was the one who told her the whole truth about the circumstances of her birth, after their mother’s passing. This might have been a mistake; there was a reason their mother didn’t like to talk about it. Patience thought it was important for her to know, but thought afterwards that maybe her youngest sister didn’t understand. She did, but she still wondered how true it was that her mother really did want her.

Her mother noticed she wasn’t talking when she was at the age most children would have started, but at first figured it was because the twins were around to speak for her. By the time they were school-aged, though, she still wasn’t, and Homily decided it was best for Charity to stay home along with Temperance.

Her family quickly got used to her own ways of communicating, and the twins would even insist she did talk, just so softly and quickly that it was hard to understand her if you weren’t listening carefully. Patience would counter that it just felt that way because they lived with her, and besides, they were probably making up what they thought she was saying half the time anyway.

Her mother was always very patient with and attentive to her, and tried her best to make things easy for her. She had heard that children born to mothers later in life often had “problems”, and she didn’t ever want to neglect any of her girls or write them off as “slow” or stupid or worse, the way other kids like that might be. But she couldn’t be around all the time, and her sisters were less, well, patient.

(She was probably hit the hardest by their mother’s death, despite or especially because of her being the youngest when it happened. Everyone always said little Charity was the one who took after her the most. Patience would never be an adequate substitute as a caretaker, and even when their grandmother was more present, physically and mentally, she was also more of a harsh disciplinarian than Homily had ever been.)

She loves her family, all of them; the twins were her best friends growing up and the three of them stayed close, even if she finds them a little exhausting sometimes, and they do bother her the way siblings do. Patience, though, is frustratingly difficult for her to connect with, and she’s spent more of her life being scared of her than bonding with her as her sister.

Despite this, Patience does really believe in her and will defend her from anyone outside the family who underestimates or dismisses or is at all mean to her. Lacey just doesn’t know about most of these instances, since they happen outside their home and she doesn’t get out much.

Patience helped her get her first actual job, working alongside Temperance at the slaughterhouse knocking cattle in the head. Her sisters vouched for her that it was a job she could do and in fact do it well, as if she’d inherited their grandmother’s skill. She’s honestly always been pretty unsentimental about it; she’s not sadistic with animals, but she has accepted that some of them are raised for meat and they will be killed, and someone has to be the one to do it.

In fact, she’s very practical about the act of killing in general. It’s just something that her family does. Since it’s generally for the same purpose, she doesn’t see the humans she kills as much different from the livestock. Some of them are just destined to become meat. She doesn’t particularly enjoy killing people any more than you would any mundane task.

This attitude makes her an efficient contributor to the household, but since it’s her primary response to any unfamiliar person being in the house (which cannot happen, because there is a lot of incriminating evidence in that house), Patience doesn’t like her to be left alone. They can’t have too many mysterious disappearances on their hands, especially not of people who live close by, and you really can’t trust that no one would be dumb enough to walk right into a stranger’s house when nobody answers the door. And Temperance never remembers to lock the damn door.

She lost her job in the last round of layoffs in their town, with the plants claiming they were catching up to the times with regards to automation in the industry. At one point all four sisters had been contributing to the household, and now suddenly half of them weren’t, and Chastity was already talking about moving out. She was aware of all this even if Patience thought she wasn’t.

She always liked to wear some kind of covering over her face to minimize the sensory issues that came with being out in the heat and dust and dry winds where they lived, and the smells and anything that might be in the air at her job. Patience was wary about letting her do so in public and drawing the inevitable stares, but she conceded it might seem reasonable to tie a cloth around the bottom half of your face at work. The full masks came later.

It was something to do with identity, yes. She did feel sometimes like she had to become a different person when she went out with Patience to the store, or when she went to work, or even when she was hanging out with her sisters, than when she was alone. And who was she when she was alone, anyway?

The dinner guests interested her, sometimes, when they made it impossible to ignore that they were people, from different places, and they had their own lives and friends and families and jobs and hobbies and all sorts of things about them that made them unique, and often just so different from the people she knew and the place she lived. It was interesting to go through the things they left behind and sort of get a sense of who they were from that.

When she lost her job that was another part of her identity that was now gone and she didn’t know what to do with the space that left. So the first time they had a guest over after that, she decided to take their face. She had heard before that the reason people didn’t seem to want to talk to her – or even really see her as a person at all – when she was in public was because she didn’t look like she had one. A face, that is.

She picked up sewing fairly easily when her mother taught her, showing her the various household tasks she did at home so Charity could help out, because she did want to. She watched her mother mend clothes and make new ones and it was one of the tasks she took over after her mother’s death. Working with this material was different and a lot harder, but she figured it out eventually. She had a lot more time on her hands now.

The twins thought it was cool, especially Temperance, since this was her kind of art project. Patience did not at first, but soon realized it wasn’t as if her youngest sister was going out at all these days. She worried, still, a little, about what it meant that she was letting her do this. As if they were all giving up on even pretending to be normal now.

Temperance was the first to call her by that nickname. It got shortened to Lacey not long afterwards, probably by Chastity, and pretty soon that’s all they were calling her. Patience is the only one who still calls her Charity.

She actually hasn’t heard any jokes about her name. Based on this, it seems to be objectively the best of the traditional virtue names to have, so naturally she’s the only one of her sisters who doesn’t go by her “real” name on a regular basis.

She doesn’t think very often about the prospect of leaving home; it’s never really been an option for her the way it has been slightly more plausible for her sisters. Occasionally she allows herself to contemplate what a life outside of this might look like for her. It’s not that easy – this is all she’s ever known.

She rarely sees their dinner guests as people, and in turn they don’t seem to acknowledge her as a person very often either; when someone is that focused on killing you and nothing else, it’s hard to think of them as a human who can be reasoned with. That made it especially shocking for her the first time she had someone cornered and they looked into her eyes and spoke directly to her. It was a voice she’d heard before on the radio – maybe that helped.

If she had to think about it, she’d say she’s interested in both men and women, or anyone who might be nice to have a relationship with regardless of gender, but that definitely isn’t something she’s thought about much in her life (again, never seemed like much of an option for her.) It’s hard to imagine that kind of thing for herself, the kind of person who might want to be with her while also being totally outside of the family. Even in a purely platonic way.

It’s not that she’s happy living with her sisters and no one else, and never leaving the house, and making the killing of human beings her main talent. But it’s certainly safer for her to live this way, and she doesn’t know what she’d do if something were to happen to seriously destabilize their situation.

[leatherfaceologist]

in your opinion what is the best order to watch the chainsaw movies and are any worth skipping?

Howdy! I’ve sort of answered this before, but that was a while ago, & I’m always happy to answer again! ♥️ It’s a little hard to without knowing some details about the person who is watching’s preferences but I’ll do my best! ♥️

I always, always recommend to people that they start with the original film - The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974). It’s the best place to start one’s journey into the franchise, imo! Plus it’s just such a wonderful and classic piece of cinema. So much to love about this film!

Where you go from there depends a bit on what you’re looking for: if you want more of the characters from the OG film, I’d say check out The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986) next, also directed by Tobe Hooper. Be warned though, it’s more of a horror-comedy than the original and the tone is pretty different. But it’s one of the best in the franchise imo!

From there, you can go a couple different ways. If you want to stick with the original family(the Sawyers/Slaughters), then here’s the order of movies I recommend for ya next, if you want to see the whole franchise:

-Leatherface: the Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 (1990)

-TCM: the Next Generation (1995)

-Texas Chainsaw 3D (2013)

-Leatherface (2017)

- Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022 - from Netflix)

The ones I like best on that list are TCM 3(1990) and Leatherface(2017). The latter is actually a really good movie - just go into it thinking of it as sort of an AU and enjoy it for what it is(as it definitely has its flaws), is my recommendation!

Now, if you decide instead that you want something a little different, and a bit more serious after watching the original film + TCM 2 - I always recommend checking out the 2003 remake(just called The Texas Chainsaw Massacre), and then TCM: the Beginning (2006). These two movies are part of the remake timeline, and about a totally different family - the Hewitts, instead of the Sawyers. Both films are fantastic, two of my absolute favs in the whole franchise! Highly recommend. :)

I hope this little guide is sufficient for answering your question! Obviously I love this franchise, so of course I recommend watching all the films - even the ones that aren’t great usually have something awesome about them. I mean, who doesn’t wanna watch Viggo Mortensen(in TCM 3) or Matthew McConaughey(in TCM 4) acting totally unhinged as part of the Sawyer/Slaughter clan? ;)

Thank you for the ask, and I hope this was helpful! Enjoy!! ♥️

[thecrescentmind]

I currently need to remake their refs so instead of refs you get screenshots from the wip I’m never finishing.

Sanders Sides OC introductions!!! (TCM au act one) intro explanation/context to the au here

Yapping about them under the cut!!!

Since I got some reason decided attempting a fanseries was a good idea I’m going to be vague about spoilers and the sides will be referred to be titles instead of their actual names, I’ll probably give up on being vague about spoilers eventually but for now I’m trying

Let’s start with the basic one: it’s me but not really: TCM!Crescent

Taking the role of c!Thomas: Crescent is the protagonist! The one whose mind everyone else is apart of! They’ve only just been introduced to their sides and will learn more about them as we go. His personality is a combination of the four he’s met. She’s creative, kind hearted, emotional, anxious, a bit awkward, and simultaneously very smart and very stupid! Well, that’s not all he is, but we don’t have to think about that, do we? TCM is a fun show where we only have to deal with the problems we want to face, we can just ignore that, this place is an escape and no one is going to change that.

Crescent is different from c!Thomas in well, they are literally just different people. Crescent is a teenager with a different gender and sexuality. I guess in terms of what they do in the story the first difference I think of is that Crescent is more aware of certain parts of themselves. This won’t stop him from acting just as oblivious though.

Now we have Artist: Embodiment of creativity, imagination, passion, and ego!

Artist takes the role of Roman! They’re passionate, creative, brave, a bit hyper, and the most confrontational of the group. He likes to act as a hero, even having a “magical girl” (despite not being a girl) form to transform into! She’s very willing to fight or get aggressive when nessecary, maybe even a bit too much. Funfact: the two dots on their crown are eyes! Her crown’s name is Ray and they’re what she used to transform into Ember Knight (the name she gave her magical form). Funfact 2: Despite being the creative side of a horror fan, Artist doesn’t like horror! Wonder what that’s about…

In terms of differences from Roman, Artist is less regal and overall has different vibes and demeanor. She also takes his thing with wanting to be a hero up several notches. She’s also less likely to just insult her friends for no reason, she will be kind of rude but with reasons. Basically if someone’s rude to her she’s rude back almost imeadiatley and she’s very aggressive towards people she has unresolved conflicts with.

Next up is Intel: Embodiment of intelligence, reason, and logic!

Intelligence, or Intel as literally everyone calls them for short takes the role of Logan! The most knowledgeable side in the mindscape, Intel is just as smart and rational as you’d think they’d be. They can be overly cold and serious at times, but that comes from a genuine desire to get things done and help out. And boy does she do a lot of helping! With Crescent being a former gifted kid who now as a teen is almost always in advanced classes (or art related classes, at least Artist can handle that part of their school) and with Intel always trying to use reason to calm the others down when things get serious, he certainly has a big job! Just hope they can handle it.

Intel acts a lot like Logan but the vibes are shifted to the right (listen it’s hard to describe how she acts I swear she’s different) but her arc and struggles are very different. Because of how much Crescent needs her she’s very hard to ignore so she isn’t really, tldr burnt out gifted kid needs a break.

Then there’s Heart: center of feelings and morals!

(I know her color is kind of hard to see I’ll fix that eventually) Heart takes the role of Patton! She’s kindhearted, empathetic, and very sensitive. The least aggressive or confrontational of the group. They’re the youngest of the gang, everyone is physically and more or less mentally the same age as Crescent but Heart formed the most recently. However they’re not a child and will dispute claims they are. Being the newest to the group they have big shoes to fill and he’s still learning how to do that best, can Heart really fill the void he left behind?

While Patton is seen as the group dad, Heart is often seen as the group child (even if she disputes it.). Her arc involves a lot of coming into her own in different ways.

And finally there’s Stress: embodiment of fear and anxiety!

Stress takes the role of Virgil, including starting out as an antagonist. At this point in the story they’re very rude and condescending, masking everything underneath a scary persona they’ve had as long as anyone can remember. But it has been a while. Him deciding to be a threatening presence within the show was a bit surprising for the other three sides, ever since the incident she’s mostly done her job remotely, staying away from direct confrontation with the others unless something major happens. So why do this now? There’s something deeper that they’re connected to, and I don’t think Crescent wants to find out what.

Stress has more energy than Virgil, but you won’t notice that at first because the scary persona definitely takes some of that energy to keep up. Her motivations are also pretty different from his but I’ll keep that a secret for now (she has the most complicated backstory out of everyone you will see)

[batarella]

Someday, We’ll Meet (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Still with the rush, smiling until it hurt, you imagined whoever you were talking to, behind the screen, was at least half as attractive as that man behind you.

A/N: was supposed to post this tomorrow but holy shit I’m too excited. this might be my most favorite one shot ever. It’s all fluff. Good for the feels. This also concludes my Coffee Shop AU week. I hope you like this piece as much as I do! 

WORDS: 3020 WARNINGS: MEGAFLUFF

MASTERLIST

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‘That was me trying to flirt with you.’

Your cheeks have grown painful, and your side eyes started to hate you constantly having to pay attention to the streets and pedestrians for you when all you would look at was your screen. Not even the strong yet alluring ambiance of the shop could at all have the slightest bit of your attention, or at all your admiration.

“Excuse me,” the barista called you over. Whoever was in front of you had left and you didn’t even notice. “What would you like to order?”

“Caramel Macchiato,” you muttered. It was the first decent thing that caught your eye in the menu. You scrambled for your wallet, handed him the cash, then as you stood aside already you were typing.

Y/N: ‘I’d love to see you try.’

You took your cup, sipped, and momentarily winced when you were met with an untimely burn mark on your tongue.

From not so far, you saw an empty seat just by the cascading views of delicate snow and the warm rush of a heater close by. You took the seat.

.

Just one sugar packet should be alright.

It was quite the talent, how he ripped the whole packet with just one hand and poured it into his drink. A useless one at that, except when he was too invested writing and rewriting a single text before he hits send.

Dick stirred his drink and didn’t notice how it started to spill past the brim.

Dick: ‘Yes. I have five tabs open telling me how to do this.’

He hit send just before a drop hit his thumb, finally prying his eyes away for the much-needed minute. But it was barely just that he gave. Dick walked over to an empty seat and set his elbows on the table just as he would be as excited if he was fifteen.

Was it right saying just that? Probably not.

.

You’ve never talked to anyone this open about how much of a dork they could be and actually make you laugh, genuinely laugh, and not just a breathy chortle out your nose. Though this definitely wasn’t the first time, and you’ve gone through one too many potential dates either trying too hard or trying too hard not to try at all.

But this guy, for some spiritual reasoning logic could never convince you of, he carried his cheesiness like it was anything but. Like everything he said was supposed to be what he says.

You sipped from your cup, and the whole thought that you came here to work on a paper non-accidentally slipped your consciousness.

Y/N: ‘Have you found any good ones yet?’

.

Dick: ‘I have, but I don’t wanna mess this up.’

Perhaps whatever it was he was doing, if at all would be considered at all riveting to just about any human being in existence, was doing its job. He’s a flirt. He’s always been a flirt.

But to those he actually wants to stay, even when he has no idea the face of, he’s just about as sweaty as the grease left behind by a rotisserie chicken.

He did have five tabs open. None of them worked out.

He waited for a reply and didn’t even touch his drink with it cooling with the neglect.

.

Y/N: ‘Don’t worry. You won’t.’

You almost jumped out of your seat when a large wall of glass hits the back of your chair like a car without taillights. Spurting out your drink from your nose, you looked up and the guy who came in apologized once, before he went his way to the counter.

Another minute after that, a child burst into the door and by then it was your fault how you leaned back far enough for the glass to hit you in the head.

You hissed, looked around for other seats empty. So much for cascading snow.

.

Did that mean he’s done it? Did you like him? Already?

Because he definitely did, and it’d only been twelve hours since he matched with someone and ended up staying past three in the morning just to talk. Hell, not even for golden nights at TCM would he stay up that long.

It was why he was here at all. Give him the caffeine rush just to at least jumpstart his brain for the day. But even that, he couldn’t give himself.

Dick: ‘I wouldn’t want to waste my chance with someone like you.’

His hands were the Niagara and almost did he give himself a heart attack when his finger slid past the screen, and he ended up having to wipe it just to hit send.

He put his phone down, flat so the screen was all he could look at, then he sipped his coffee.

And almost spat it out. What the hell did he just pour in it?

.

By the fifth time you were almost stabbed with the door handle, someone finally sat up from another seat nearby, one that wasn’t as warm but at least didn’t have the threat for physical harassment. You got up, as quick on your feet like any other café goer would for a table, then settled down.

You stretched out your neck and arms, finally pulled out your laptop like you were supposed to, then just as it booted up already you were back on your phone. Then you saw his text.

You wanted to run to wherever the hell he was at that moment and throw the phone at his face, any attempt at all to ease how your stomach had morphed into mush and your arms uselessly flailing about like some boneless pile of flesh, which was more or less what you were.

Y/N: ‘That was a good one. 8/10.’

.

The concoction he’d brewed was enough to choke a man to death like some medieval torture. Whatever it was, it wasn’t sugar he’d poured all over it and stirred like it was soup. It might as well have been salt. But they wouldn’t have salt in a fucking coffee shop, would they?

Dick cleared his throat, hacked off the crystal grains that had stuck on his throat and beat his chest with his fist.

Then he stopped, like a man who’d just been caught naked in a department store’s dressing room, eyes wide open and wary, when a girl walked past his table.

And when she took the seat right behind him, he let his eyes follow, didn’t even realize his neck was turned all the way over to the side, and watched her stretch out her neck and arms.

His phone lit up, and slowly he picked it up.

Dick: ‘What attempt? :P’

.

Cute guy behind you. Sharp jaw. Large physique. Tanned skin as smooth as the desert sands. Strong, yet lean arms.

Just one glance was all you got, and already you couldn’t stop ogling at his reflection from the glass in front of you, even with it too distorted. You worked with what you had, and what you had was equally pleasant to the eyes.

You got another text, drank from your cup that’d cooled by then.

Y/N: ‘What you did just now. Was it one from the sites you have open?’

Another smile, out of the countless others from just that day alone, before you glanced again at the man’s reflection of his side. So cute.

You should talk to him. Should you talk to him?

You probably already would have if not for one of the best matches you’ve ever gotten out of that shitty dating site, but he couldn’t possibly be anywhere near as attractive as the one just five inches away from your backside.

.

She was pretty. That girl behind him.

Dick: ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

He texted, still with his nerves, but he couldn’t help it.

Just a glance. Over his shoulder. He caught sight of her hair and just a bit of her right cheek.

And it was probably a mistake, on him most of all, how his eyes seemingly got drawn into the glass thick enough to make out a reflection. And from that surface, he saw himself, back crouched over sneakily trying to check out a cute girl.

Then so quickly did that relaxed demeanor melt into this horrible burning just under the first layer of skin beneath his cheeks when from that reflective glass, he ended up catching sight of her eyes staring back at him.

Dick looked away, swallowed.

And if he didn’t catch just a glimmer of a smile out of her just that second he looked away, he would have bitten his lips off just then.

.

You definitely should at least start a conversation. Ask for his number. See how it goes.

But it’d only been twelve hours with this dude you met online and already you could see that light shimmering of gold you dug out of mounds of soil after so long with a shovel. You didn’t want to lose that either, and you didn’t even know what he looks like.

Y/N: ‘Maybe you’re a lot better at this than you think.’

Just once more, you glanced at the window.

Then you caught the man staring at you over his shoulder. You froze, and your spine was as good as a walking cane held stiff.

Your neck was going to burn at the amount of rubbing you were doing with your sweating palms, but so much was that a habit when your hands were shaking and you hadn’t an idea much what to do, especially with boys like him.

.

Dick: ‘Sorry. I’m just nervous. I don’t usually do this online.’

The nerves were getting to him. And it wasn’t just from the texts.

The strings that grounded his shoulders weren’t too hard to shrug off, and with it held his head up higher much like it would be tied to the ceiling. Confidence. Charm. He was supposed to be good at this. Stop acting like a goof.

He took another sip, and almost spat it out, completely forgetting that it tasted like shrimp sauce.

.

It was unfair how every word out of him drew out the best of your smile, made your day like some nuclear accident were to happen in your apartment and you wouldn’t bat an eye. You tugged at your hair.

Y/N: ‘Don’t be. I already think you’re cute.’

Then you hit send, then you wished you didn’t.

.

Dick: ‘You think I’m cute, huh?’

He needed a drink, calm him with the nerves. And for that, he needed creamer. At least just to make this horrific excuse of a drink bearable at the least.

The counter was at the other side of the shop, and the crowds were so full that if he stood up, someone would take his seat in two seconds.

He didn’t have any creamer left in his table.

But the girl behind him did.

Good impressions. At least.

He didn’t have much a choice. No one else was around him. And the drink made him want to both cry and vomit and he didn’t exactly want to throw away three dollars.

He turned around.

.

A light, yet sharp tap on your shoulder.

You turned around and caught sight of the most beautiful ocean blue eyes you’ve ever sworn to see and prayed to the deities above, whoever was true, that you’d be blessed enough to look into your own.

“Hey, uh-“ holy fuck his voice was hot. “Sorry. Can I have some of those packets?”

He pointed at the creamers, and there was no use hacking your throat off when it was as foggy as a day in London. You took three packets and handed it to him. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

He winked at you, and you almost fell off your chair.

A text was waiting for you on your phone, and it took you a minute.

Still with the rush, smiling until it hurt, you imagined whoever you were talking to, behind the screen, was at least half as attractive as that man behind you.

Y/N: ‘I think you’re adorable.’

.

Reading this text from you and getting to talk to the hot girl behind him probably wasn’t the best idea to do within the same minute.

He bit on both his cheeks and let his fingers grab onto his hair to ease himself. Then he breathed.

Dick: ‘What if I look like a serial killer?’

He typed that just as he was too busy pouring three packets of creamer into his cup.

And just as he read back, he wished he didn’t.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Unsend.

The drops of sweat hit send for him and he might as well have thrown his phone down a ditch and ghosted.

That girl behind him was distracting him too much, throwing him off. Her and her annoyingly adorable smile. Fuck.

.

Back hunched over, elbows on the table, you eyed his text like it was a quotation to be memorized.

And you huffed, long and hard. Another step. To an unknown outland.

Y/N: ‘Is it weird that I’m pretty sure you’re at least decent looking?’

Another glance over your shoulder that didn’t at all feel like you were peaking over a wall of such great heights, at the other man’s incredible build and hair looking as soft as feathers in the wind.

You haven’t seen anyone that attractive for as long as you had eyes.

But you also never had a conversation like this with anyone you’ve ever met, either.

.

The breath out of him. Like his soul had been lifted back from the depths of earthly soils.

Dick dipped his head just so the sting from pulling on his hair would snap him back into thought. And he thought, long and hard.

Whoever you were, whatever you looked like, the past twelve hours were the most enjoyable he’s ever had in years. With a stranger, no less.

You were wonderful. And if it were to last, then this might just be one to keep.

His drink was to no salvage, even more horrible than it already was.

He set it aside, breathed.

Dick: ‘What if I’m just all talk?’

.

You’ll know what he looks like, eventually, and whatever it was, it’d be worth it.

And it will be if this carries on, how in just one night you’ve talked of movies and thoughts and book and conspiracies you haven’t even talked to about with your friends, it will be worth it.

Your luck with guys, when you go for the cute ones too much, hadn’t always ended too well for you. So this was a change. A fresh one. Find one that matches your soul before anything else.

Blue Eyes behind you will have to wait. In another life, if you were still keen on such risks, you’d have taken it.

Y/N: ‘I sure enjoy talking to you.’

You finished your drink, but you didn’t leave that shop until the snow blew over and the tides mellowed enough for you to settle. Take your time. Enjoy this.

.

Dick: ‘I do, too.’

He stayed for however long it took before the snow storm outside had come to a rest, and it was long after he’d come in.

And he couldn’t stop texting you even if his phone bill would bite him in the ass later that month, and with it came the assurance he needed. With each turn of your back and forth’s, the conversations endless, wherever it ended up heading into, you were this depth still yet to be explored.

At the gust of cold that blew up his socks, it’d eventually be too dark to walk around town. He threw away his half empty cup, walked out of the shop.

.

You had to head home. Stay too late and the ice would literally nip at your ass before you’d get anywhere near your street.

Coat over your shoulders, and your hair tucked under your hood, you stepped out into the cold, slippery sidewalk still with your phone in your hands. The bus stop was right in front of it, so you stood at the side, waited, with a line ahead of you that wasn’t too long.

Y/N: ‘I’ll text you back when I get home.’

.

It was the girl who sat behind him.

He didn’t let himself get lost in his stares much longer.

She was waiting for another bus, it seems. She was at his side, head glued to her phone. Which wasn’t at all to do when it was almost dark and in Gotham.

She put her phone down, looked up at the bustling streets. A strand of her hair wandered off to her cheek.

Another text message.

Dick: ‘No problem. Be safe.’

Dick kept his phone, blew out a whiff of white smoke from his pink lips.

“You come to this place often?”

She stiffed at his voice, but softened just as she drew her delicate strands from blocking her eyes.

“I do… Their macchiato’s the best.”

.

You couldn’t see much of his eyes, still you were enamored with them. It wasn’t any trouble to talk, at least not as much as it should be.

“I’d have to take your word for it,” he said. “Whatever I got, it was horrible.”

“I can tell,” she laughed. “Those three packets of creamer didn’t help much?”

“Not even a bit. I wish it did.”

.

She really was beautiful.

And, for a moment he was too selfish not to indulge in, he basked in such a sight, even with it just a sight at all.

A red bus stopped in front of them.

“This is mine,” she sighed, voice as pleasant as the smoke out her lips were soft.

“Nice meeting you.”

“You, too.”

She left, and it was colder when the bus drove out.

He took out his phone.

Dick: ‘I’d love to meet you someday.”

She was beautiful.

And somehow, he could tell, you were, too.

Y/N: ‘We will.’

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jet with 🤡🎭💬

Jet Star my beloved! I'm answering for my two Diner AU fics because my headcannons change a lot to fit their stories best. (Neither fic is published yet but soon) Jet uses fae/him pronouns.

1: 🤡 are their fears mostly rational or irrational

Fae has some rational fears such as dracs, sun burns, and car crashes. These he deals with by taking extra safety mesures, especially with the questionable functionality of the Trans Am. Fae's less scared about being on bikes but makes sure to put on his space helmet every time mostly because it looks rad.

He's very scared of some more feelingsy things in a very irrational way. Fae hears bits and pieces of rumors, fae notices everything around fae, and then fae tries to put it all together. He's right to an almost scary level sometimes. But other times he concocts all these ways that every relationship he has will fall apart in faer hands and he'll be back to being alone, just a desert orphan again.

2. 🎭 do they often hide their true feelings or are they open?

Star, for all faer being observant, usually can't bring faerself to actually talk to people about feelings. He instead opts for cryptic, often soft of dumb, acts such as slipping you notes in the pocket of you jacket. Fae loves by giving things and disagrees by arguing while also fist fighting.

3. 💬 what are their closest relationships?

Jet is closest with Fun Ghoul because they've known each other for the longest time and went through Dr. D and TCM's divorce together. (They were TommyDee's adopted kids until Tommy said he didn't want to be a dad or with The Doc anymore) They share a lot of jokes and bug each other constantly but also Ghoul is the one person who can force Star into having an actual heart to heart conversation.

Jet and Kobra are also really close because Jet helped Kobra figure out all his being transness and gender stuff. Also they're biking buddies.

In terms of romantic relationships, Star used to be with Mad Gear and fae still holds that relationship close to faerself while also knowing good and well that it's over. There's this new 'joy though, my OC Obsidian Rain, that he's starting to catch feelings for so you can find out more about that when I finally publish some of Stage Lights.

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[queen-of-the-merry-men]

When We Were Young {SSU Flashback}

Here’s a short flashback from the Sunny Side Up verse for Day 6 of the @oqpromptparty​! Based of prompt #194. (Young OQ AU) Regina is dating Robin and she can’t wait to go to prom with him but something happens and she can’t go so. I took some liberties to fit it to the story but I hope you like it.

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There was no American rite of passage more anticipated than prom night. For most girls it was an event almost as revered as a wedding. A night of magic and gowns, music, dancing and with any luck romance. One final celebration of youth before being shipped off to independence and and adulthood.

Regina had been looking forward to her prom ever since she was a child. She wouldn’t dare tell anyone - not her friends, especially not her mother - but it’d been all she could think about since entering high school. She’d given her all in every class, on every test, loaded up her spare time with extracurriculars all the while just dreaming of the one night when she’d be allowed to forget her future for one moment and just be a teenager. It was all she’d wanted.

She’d bought a dress, she’d picked a hairstyle. The limo had been rented, the photographer paid. She’d even managed to scrounge up a date for the evening, just some pretty face from the baseball team but still. Everything had been in place and she’d been excited.

But of course, life decided to kick her in the teeth. Or, more accurately, in the leg.

It was prom night and due to her own actions Regina Mills was sitting in a hospital bed with a broken leg, a bowl of green jello and an old static-prone television as her only source of entertainment. She sighed resting her head against the pillow. Her throat grew tight as she glanced over at the clock above her door.

8:15.

Everyone was probably arriving at the venue by now, all dressed up and glamorous, ready to have fun at their “night among the stars” as the planning committee had opted to call it. She cursed under her breath. The whole situation was such crap but it was still… nobody’s fault but her own.

Well, that damn cat could certainly shoulder some of the blame.

So stupid.

She’d noticed the fliers, they’d been up for the past week at least. A small grey tabby cat that belonged to her neighbors had been missing. They’d even gone around the neighborhood asking everyone to keep an eye out.

She’d been riding her bike to the store for some last-minute lipstick when she’d seen the damn thing just idling in the street. It was calm when she called out its name, even when she started to walk toward her, but once the car appeared on the road it froze. Her instincts kicked in and she’d gotten it out of the way, but not before the car had knocked her right in the leg.

The driver skidded to a stop and she lay in the road screaming out as the pain of a bone fracture erupted through her thigh, while the cat had scurried off. It showed up in its owner’s backyard less than two hours later.

And now here she was, laying in the hospital, watching shitty 1920’s movies on TCM while missing out on what was supposed to be the greatest night of her life. Closing her eyes to take a deep breath, she tried not to cry. This wasn’t fair.

“Well, looks like somebody’s not having a good night.”

Her eyes popped open at the voice intruding on her solitude. Immediately, she rolled them when she saw him standing in her doorway.

Of course it was none other than her best friend, Robin. Like something out of a corny movie he stepped into her room, still dressed in his rented tux with a paper bag hanging from his hand while she lay there in nothing but a crinkling hospital gown. He sent her a sympathetic smile as he approached her bed.

“Regretting your heroism?” he guessed.

She poutily lifted her chin and folded her arms. “If you’re here to check on me you wasted a trip. I’m just as crippled as I was this morning.”

He’d been the first person to visit her in the hospital, after her parents. Him and Granny. They’d both been present to witness her meltdown after the doctor had told her that she wasn’t leaving the hospital until the morning. Not exactly her finest moment and, frankly, she was still a little bit embarrassed by how she’d acted.  

Robin ignored her attitude and pulled a chair up next to her bed.

“I suspected as much,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “I know it’s gotta suck being stuck in here.”

She took a seething breath as she nodded. “I spent four years waiting for this night. Threw it all away on a damn cat.”

“Hey,” he drawled, sympathetically patting her shoulder. “It’s not all bad. At least you got recognized for your heart of gold.”

With a smirk he tilted his head toward the handmade card in her lap and she rolled her eyes.

Her neighbors had stopped by a few hours earlier to thank her for her actions. Their six-year-old daughter had presented her with a card she’d made herself. A simple half-folded piece of paper with the misspelled words “Tanks for savin our kat!” and a colorful drawing of the mischievous little feline under a rainbow. It was cute and if she was honest she’d admit that it had cheered her up for a minute or two. But damn it she was in the hospital, she didn’t have to be honest if she didn’t want to be.

“I’m throwing it in the trash as soon as I get home,” she lied.

(In actuality it’d be pinned to the wall of her dorm all through college.)

Robin shook his head, chuckling to himself. Of course, he saw right through her. Regina eyed him suspiciously.

“Shouldn’t you be at the dance,” she mumbled. “It’s after eight. Thought you’d be on the dance floor feeling up Shaw-na through her dress by now.”

She over enunciated his girlfriend’s name with her usual disdain and Robin rolled his eyes. Despite her best efforts Regina had never been able to hide her displeasure with his choice of romantic company.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “You know, an hour ago I thought I’d be on the dance floor too but…turns out I’m not the funnest person when my best friend’s in the hospital.”

Her eyes softened as she uncrossed her arms. “Robin…”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just a dance.”

“It’s prom.”

“Not without you there, it isn’t,” he said, shaking his head. “If I can’t go there with my best friend what’s the point of going at all?”

Her heart swelled at his insistence. If she were a better person, a less selfish one, she’d force him out of the hospital and off to the dance. But she wasn’t. Tonight she was not selfless, she was just grateful.

A small smile tugged on her lips. “How did Shaw-na take it when you ditched her?”

“Shawna was much more gracious than you give her credit for,” he said, haughtily. “She completely understood why I left. Didn’t even put up a fight.”

“Aww.” Regina tilted her head. “She’s pissed at you, isn’t she?”

“Extremely,” he replied, giving up the ruse. “I may have gotten a smack or two for my sacrifice.”

Regina couldn’t help the giggles that fell from her at the thought of Shawna pitching one of her vicious fits decked out in her prom dress as Robin abandoned her for the hospital. At least someone was having a worse night than her.  

“I’m sorry,” she lied.

“No, you’re not,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I know how much you hate her.”

“I don’t hate her,” she drawled, unconvincingly. “I just think you can do better.”

“Sure you do,” said Robin, rolling his eyes.

Regina gave up arguing. With Robin it was useless. She’d known him practically her whole life. Hiding her feelings from him was damn near impossible and not usually worth the effort. Instead she nodded at the brown paper bag he’d set next to his chair.

“What’d you bring?”

A sly smile appeared on his face as he lifted it into his lap. “Well,” he said, “lucky for you I realized I didn’t want to go to prom without you when we were arriving at the restaurant for dinner.”

He pulled out a takeout box. “So I figured if you couldn’t make it out for prom, I’d bring a little bit of it to you.”

She grinned in excitement when she realized that he’d brought her dinner from Gaston’s, the fancy restaurant she’d picked out for the night. He set aside her forlorn jello and presented her with a slightly lukewarm steak and a serving of mashed potato and broccoli.

“Medium-well?” she asked.

“As if you’d eat it otherwise,” he smugly replied, passing her a knife and fork.

“Thank you,” she happily drawled, sending him her first genuine smile of the night.

He raised a hand. “But that’s not all.”

Reaching down into the bag he added, “No prom night is complete without its court.”

He pulled out a cheap plastic tiara, complete with fake rubies, that had her rolling her eyes.

“Congratulations Regina Mills.You’re officially prom queen.”

She scoffed at him. “I’m not wearing that.”

“You have to. You’re prom queen,” he deadpanned.

Grin still plastered on her face she shook her head. “No way.”

“Hey I gave up dance floor groping for you,” he playfully pointed out. “Least you could do is wear a cheap crown for me.”

Groaning, she rolled her eyes and placed the crown atop her head. It sat on her hair barely touching her scalp; it was so light. “There,” she said, “How do I look?”

“You look beautiful, your majesty,” he said.

“You’re such a dork,” she laughed.

But he was her dork. Looking over at him she was struck by how good he looked. Robin was not the type to clean up. He was a sneakers and holely jeans type of boy, but he looked good in his tux. All black with a white shirt and black tie, a pink boutonniere peeking out of his breast pocket. No doubt intended to match Shaw-na’s dress. He looked older, more mature. And she couldn’t help but think he’d wasted his clean up moment sitting in a hospital room with her.  

She looked over at him, suddenly serious. “Robin… why’d you come here?”

His smug smile faded away as he leaned back in his seat again. “I don’t know. It’s just… I was getting ready and we were taking photos and getting in the limo and it just hit me it was prom night. In three weeks we’ll be graduating. High school will be over and everyone’s gonna go away, even you.”

She tilted her head at him, sympathetic. Her acceptance letters had started coming in a few weeks ago. She’d gotten accepted to more than a few decent schools but had settled on Columbia for the fall. Robin had gotten into an in-state college and another one across country, but in the end he’d decided that school wasn’t for him. He planned to stay in Storybrooke for a year or two and figure out what he wanted to do next.

Shrugging his shoulders, he shook his head. “I don’t know… when I started looking around and it hit me that you weren’t there I realized I wanted one more memory of us, before you head off and I lose you to the bright lights of New York.”

He forced out a chuckle at the end of his sentence, as if trying to lighten the mood, but she saw right through it. He was worried.

“You won’t lose me,” she said, tightly grabbing his hand.

He tried to pull a smile on his face but she could tell that he was having trouble believing her. She didn’t even blame him. They’d both heard the stories from their parents and teachers. How high school friends would head off to college and simply never speak again. Stories like that had been weighing on her ever since the first day of senior year. Clearly, they’d been weighing on him as well.

Silently, she thought back to all the time they’d spent together since they’d first met.

“Hey, do you remember when were 12 and Granny had just opened the diner so both of our parents sent us to that camp for the summer?”

He nodded, a smile appearing on his face. “Camp Misthaven, I remember.”

“And do you remember the rope bridge?”

“Of course I remember the rope bridge.”

A blush crept up on the cheeks as she recalled the wobbly, braided rope bridge that had been tied between two pine trees at least eight feet off the ground. The thing had been the bane of her existence for all through camp.

“All summer the counselors kept trying to get me to cross it but I was too scared,” she reminisced. “Until that day when you decided to coax me across from the other side. Remember?”

“Obviously,” he chuckled. “Longest thirty minutes of my life, I’d seen glaciers move faster than you did.”

“Shut up,” she ordered. “I’m trying to make a point.”

A smug look was still plastered to his face but he stifled his laughter.

“The point is I couldn’t make it across the bridge until you were in front of me,” she reluctantly admitted. “You made me… brave.”

She shrugged averting her gaze. “And as much as it kills me to say it… I still need help with it every once in a while.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head. “Robin, in less than four months I’m supposed to leave this town where I’ve spent all my life and strike out on my own in New York. In case you haven’t noticed I’m terrified!”

It was a truth she’d refused to admit ever since they’d started high school. Robin made her better. She took risks when he was there, she was more confident when he was by her side and truth be told he was really the only friend she had. The thought of going to school hundreds of miles away from him… well it terrified her.

“You’re not gonna lose me Robin,” she said. “Because I still need you to make me brave. Now more than ever.”

Goddamnit he’d gotten her tearing up now.

“I’ll always be a phone call away if you need me,” he pointed out.

“I know,” she said with confidence. “And I’ll be emailing you at least once a week.”

The weight of their promises filled the room and they weren’t empty ones, they knew that. Regina would probably be writing to him at least once a week, and Robin would probably be calling her to fill her in on everything that was happening back home. But it wouldn’t be the same and they knew it. They wouldn’t have lunches in the quad anymore or movie nights at his house. No walks through the park when one of them needed to clear their head or midnight meet-ups when they couldn’t sleep. The thought that things would change was terrifying. Even more terrifying was the thought that they would change as well.

Squeezing her hand Robin softly said, “I’m really gonna miss us.”

“Me too,” she mumbled.

Sighing, Robin patted the sheets of her bed. “Scoot over. I can’t see the tv.”

Rolling her eyes, she shifted to the side allowing him to halfway climb into the bed with her. Crown still on her head she let her chin fall against his shoulder. In all the times she’d imagined her prom night she never pictured herself in a hospital bed, splitting a steak dinner with her best friend, watching shitty old movies and staring down the future like the barrel of a gun.

Yet, somehow she couldn’t imagine changing a single thing about it.

[thecrescentmind]

Hi chat! Sanders Sides OC au (TCM au) fanfic update no one asked for but it’s important to ME that I’m transparent with people so here’s a little progress report (+ a fun sneak peak at part of the first chapter):

I’ve been trying to finish their ref sheets so I can draw some stuff, as I want art to accompany the fanfic chapters. Unfortunately I have been procrastinating this big time and currently have three of the six refs I need done for the beginning of the story. Once I get the refs done I also need to actually draw the things for chapter one, which I want a a lot more art for than I will for most chapters (for context like the entire act one cast gets introduced in chapter one)

Chapter one is I think in a completed state, I need to check again and maybe fix a few details but it’s done. I just need to stop procrastinating this art

My estimate for when chapter one will be out is sometime before the canon season two finale or before the sun explodes /j. Okay but for real I don’t know when I’ll be done with this, my interest in SaSi keeps fluctuating but I am determining to tell this story so it will be out eventually, hopefully in the next few months.

And as promised, here’s the chapter spoiler:

(Context: this takes place towards like the middle? Of the chapter. Right before this moment some dark side foreshadowing happened and local cringe self insert is too observant for his own good)

“Okay, okay pause,” Crescent interjected, bringing the conversation away from ominous things he didn’t know about and maybe didn’t want to. “Why is my anxiety here? Like I know I have anxiety I can’t really avoid that, but why is it sentient? This is my video series shouldn’t I get some say in it?”

“Well maybe you should’ve thought about what’s actually in your mind before you came here.” Stress replied coldly, almost more serious than she had been with her previous insults

“What she’s trying to say is that many things are sentient and unfortunately you don’t get to choose which ones. Your mind is vast and it is much easier to understand and work with it than to fully control it.” Intel elaborated

“Great, this is so great.” Crescent muttered, they were aware they were a flawed person of course, but actually meeting a personification of one of those flaws felt… disorienting. But this could still be a fun time, what’s a show without an antagonist?

“So anyways back to your show. Stop. You’re cringe. This is stupid so we should give up here before you get attached.” Stress announced

“What do you mean stupid? This is a great thing! We’re going to make a cool show and achieve success or something!” Artist questioned, they were still in their magic form but was no longer holding a sword, Crescent figured if they could summon one they could also make it disappear.

“Or something? Did any of you think this through like- at all? Clearly this show is going to fall apart!” Stress responded

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No it’s not!”

“It is”

“No-“

“Okay okay that’s enough you two,” Intel interjected, clearly annoyed by their childish argument “All Stress is doing is repeating the same message of Crescent’s show going badly. If we want to fix this issue then we need to know why she’s saying this so, why is Crescent having these doubts?”

[thecrescentmind]

Incorrect quotes of my side ocs cause I feel the need to post something, I think these are from a generator? I have a lot of incorrect quotes of them saved from over the years and this is only a few of them (also all of these take place early in TCM au so Stress who’s the Virgil equivalent is still a dark side and no one’s calling each other by their actual names)

Maybe I’ll draw these someday