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[flowerringfangirlss09]

Smash or Pass Stage Fiyeros (As the Character). A Very Long Thread PART 1 lol

You can either comment or reblog your choices.

Norbert Leo Butz

Taye Diggs

Joel Mclntyre

David Ayers

Derrick Williams

Kristoffer Cusick

Cliffton Hall

Sebastian Arcelus

David Burnham

Aaron Tveit

Kevin Kern

Andy Karl

Colin Donnell

Chris Peluso

Kyle Dean Massey

Richard H. Blake

Billy Harrigan Tighe

David Nathan Perlow

Derek Klena

Justin Guarini

Matt Shingledecker

Nick Adams

Jonah Platt

Michael Campayno

Ashley Parker Angel

Curt Hansen

Ryan McCartan

Jake Boyd

Sam Gravitte

(To be continued as I capped the amount of images I can have per post.)

[ikeromantic]

Wayward Princess

Anonymous asked:

Hi! Happy New Year! Seeing that the requests are open I decided to try to write to you. I would really like to read a fanfic with Lancelot Kingsley. The scenario is as follows: the MC goes somewhere for a while leaving their daughter to Lancelot. Except their child is an extremely inquisitive troublemaker. When the MC leaves, the girl goes on a spree, causing trouble for the people in the Red Army (including Jonah, Edgar, Kyle, and Zero). For example, she can burn or cut someone's hair, draw a wall or a person's face, break a window. In general, all at your discretion and imagination. I want to read some fun fluff.

Oh nonny! I think Tumblr ate your ask! I'm glad I had it copied over to get it written. Approx. 800 words of Red Army Princess cuteness.

“Where is she,” Jonah panted, one hand held tight to the back of his head. His face was a mask of outrage. 

Lancelot raised a quizzical eyebrow. “My daughter?”

“I can’t believe that - that spawn is any child of yours!” Jonah spat.

The King stood, his expression still one of confusion. “She said she wanted to play in the garden. I let her go out since Zero is there to keep an eye on her.” He appraised his Queen. “What happened?”

Jonah’s face reddened. “I - I was working! Obviously. And . . . she crept up behind me and cut my hair. I woke to the feeling of those hairs sliding down my shirt.”

“You woke?” The other eyebrow lifted. 

“Th-that’s not important right now.” He dropped his hand from his head, revealing a spot of hair cut so short that his scalp was visible. “She needs to answer for this - this atrocity!”

Lancelot nodded. “She knows not to play with scissors. Come on then.” 

The two men left to look for the princess. They didn’t get far when they ran into Kyle. He was sweating heavily, his hair stuck to his forehead. “Did she come this way?”

“Who?” Lance and Jonah asked together.

“That little brat. She said I drink too much and then she dumped my beer on top of my head!” 

Jonah smirked. “Well, you do. Who can blame the girl for being honest?”

Lancelot hid his own smile behind his hand. “Regardless, she knows better than to pour a drink on someone.” He glanced behind them. “She didn’t come this way so she must be the other way.”

“I’ll help you find her,” Kyle offered. “She owes me a beer.”

Now three men strong, they continued down the hall, looking for the little girl. Downstairs, they ran into Edgar. He had a hand to his face, and a wild look in his normally calm eyes. 

“Lance, have you seen your daughter? I’d like a word with her,” Edgar asked, stopping in front of them.

“We haven’t,” Jonah answered for the King. “We’re looking for her ourselves.” He showed the missing hunk of his hair.

Edgar’s hand fell away from his face. Above his lip, someone had drawn a giant, curling moustache in some dark ink. “I see I’m not her only victim. She’s moustached every picture in my room. And me. Worse, I can’t get it to come off. She used my archival ink on it!”

Kyle chuckled. “Well, the moustache suits you, Edgar.” 

The look the Jack threw him would have curdled milk. 

“I believe,” Lancelot intervened, “that she has gone to the garden.”

“Then let’s go get her,” Edgar grinned. His smile was more threatening than his frown. 

The four men made their way to the garden. There, they found Zero weeding a rose bed. He was humming to himself, and seemed completely unperturbed. 

“Zero,” Edgar spoke up, “you haven’t seen the princess, have you?”

“Of course I have.” Zero straightened, taking a moment to stretch. “Lorelei came by and asked if she could help. So, I gave her a trowel and sent her over to dig a hole for a rosebush.” 

“You . . . gave her a little shovel?” Kyle asked, eyes widening. 

“She could do anything with a weapon like that,” Edgar sighed.

“Imagine the damage,” Jonah fretted.

Lancelot frowned. “Which way?”

Zero pointed to the right. “Do you want me to come along?”

“Of course. You’ll be responsible if she’s destroyed the roses.” Edgar’s thin smile widened. 

The five men tromped through the garden, casting their gazes about nervously as if expecting an ambush at any moment. 

It was Lancelot that spotted his little princess. She lay sprawled on a bed of flower petals. Her light blonde hair curled around her head like a golden halo. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were turned up at the corners in a sweet, sleeping smile. 

“She’s . . . she’s so cute,” Jonah gasped. “It’s not fair!”

“I can’t even stay mad,” Kyle sighed. 

“I can,” Edgar huffed, but his gaze was soft and his smile wistful. 

Lancelot knelt down and gathered his daughter into his arms. She snuggled against his chest with an adorable murmur that might have been ‘daddy’. “She’s tired herself out. I’m going to put her down for a nap.”

“I’ll get her a fluffy pillow,” Jonah offered. “She needs her beauty sleep.”

Kyle nodded. “I’ll put a glass of water by her bed. It’s important to stay hydrated.”

“I know where she put her favorite plushie. I’ll fetch it for her to cuddle,” Edgar added.

Lancelot took his wicked little princess to her room, and settled her in bed for a much needed nap. She’d had a very big day, after all. Causing chaos was an exhausting job.

[ike-garden2024]

⇒ The Record Keeper and New Beginnings ⇐

Here’s the standalone fic I wrote as a fun way to introduce my upcoming Ikemen Revolution story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 2971   Content Warning: Some self aware characters  Series: Ikemen Revolution  POV: 3rd Person  Summary: Blanc gathers everyone to share some important, exciting, and scary news to the rest of the cast. Oliver ends up with many questions and Blanc gives him answers he doesn’t have time to process.

As another day comes to an end, warm hues of red and orange color the sky as the sun takes its final gaze upon the city. It’s noisy but comforting all the same. 

Tick. Tock. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late indeed. I wonder if everything is ready…” Despite his words, steam continued to pool from the hot teacup sitting in his hands, his glasses falling victim to it as he brought it near his lips. The peaceful moment comes to an end as someone angrily opens the door.

“You dumb rabbit! Why are you still here?! Everyone is waiting for you!” A child storms in with more annoyance than his little body can handle.

Blanc softly chuckles, “Yes, you’re right, Oliver. My apologies, I simply couldn’t help it… It’s a lovely sight. "

"What are you going on about this time?” Oliver questions as he begins to walk towards the window.

A soft, distant look settles into Blanc’s eyes, “Nothing… I was simply admiring our lovely home.” He sets the teacup down and begins to walk towards the door, “Let’s get going, there’s important news to share, so we mustn’t keep them waiting.”

Oliver quickly glances out the window, “admiring cradle?...” he mutters to himself before following the man out to the hallway. 

“You made sure to invite everyone?” Blanc says in an inquisitive tone.

This not being the first time he hears the question, Oliver deeply sighs before answering, “Is old age finally starting to take effect?”

Deciding not to respond, Blanc laughs at his friend’s words; they never lose their edge. A sense of comfort settles into the air as their exchange feels as old as time.  

As they continue to make their way down the hall, Blanc asks, “Have you ever wondered what Cradle will be like in the future?”

Oliver hesitates before quietly responding, “Of course I have… but wondering is pointless. I know I’ll see it eventually.” Blanc simply hums with a smile; there’s no need to say more as both are aware of Oliver’s unique situation that kept him forever young.

Blanc speeds up his pace before turning to Oliver. He winks at his friend as he points out the window, “Don’t look so down, it’s just about that time of day.”

Before Oliver has a chance to respond, a blinding light flashes and now in place of where Oliver the child stood, was a tall, dark-haired man. “Finally,” he says in an exasperated tone, “let’s get this over with.”

He begins to walk away. Now an adult, Oliver’s strides are much longer, reducing the amount of time it would take them to get to the meeting hall.

Several muffled voices could be heard through the door, some excited while others seemed bored. They had no idea why they were all summoned; the invitation mysteriously said:

“This is ridiculous. Why have we all been summoned? They’re wasting our King’s time.” Jonah’s irritated tone made it clear he didn’t appreciate Blanc and Oliver’s plans.

“Come now, aren’t you excited for what’s to come? A new journey sounds fascinating.” Edgar countered Jonah’s words, clearly amused by the entire set-up. 

“The only journey I want to take is the one to meet the bottom of a bottle,” Kyle mutters to himself as he rubs his eyes.

Unfortunately, his comment does not go unheard. “You won’t perish from one alcohol-free night,” Jonah remarks.

“Withdrawal symptoms can vary,” Kyle shrugs lazily in response. Both Lancelot and Zero ignore their chatter, choosing to quietly wait against the wall.

“He should leave…” Luka mumbles under his breath. Too bad for him. Seth has good hearing.

“Ahaha! Now, Luka, no one wants to receive severe punishment.” Seth beams at Luka, earning a slight pout from him.

“He complains too much,” Luka retorts, but this time, Sirius is quick to respond. “Can’t say that I blame him this time. The hosts are late.”

Both Seth and Luka glance at each other with a thoughtful look. It did seem strange that Blanc and Oliver were late. Usually, for any formal meeting, Blanc was always the first one there, waiting for everyone else to arrive. For him to be late meant that something must be keeping him.

The Black Army members continue to exchange looks, having a silent conversation until finally Fenrir asks, “What are we thinking, Boss?” He turns to look at Ray, who hasn’t made a single comment. 

Ray was unreadable as usual, and instead of answering Fenrir, he began to scan the entire room; his eyes stopping at each group. Alice was laughing with Loki and Harr, Dean and Mousse in serious conversation, the Red Army chatting, and a few others, but beyond that, there were more. While not visible, Ray could feel there were eyes watching the room from a distance. Finally, his eyes met Lancelot; this alone was enough for both to realize they had noticed the same thing. 

“Our sincerest apologies for the wait,” Blanc says in a loud voice, making sure everyone can hear him as he walks into the room, Oliver following behind him.

“Please gather around and come forward,” Blanc continues. “There’s something important we must discuss.” He softly smiles in an attempt to ease the tension in the room. 

“There are a few missing,” Oliver whispers to Blanc. “Not missing, you just can’t see them,” Blanc reassures him. He’s not wrong. Just outside the windows of the room, those who were summoned from the Magic Tower quietly watched the events unfold.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I summoned you all.” Blanc pauses and takes a look at everyone before continuing, “It’s time for something new. To put it simply, we’ll be part of a new story.” Everyone looks at him in shock, including Oliver, not fully understanding what he was talking about.

“I’m sure that’s confusing. Let me explain.” Blanc says as he pulls out his record book. “We are all characters in a story. And every now and then, people who enjoy our story will make their own creations that include us. Someone has recently decided to write a story about us. This means we will be leaving here and entering the world they created for us.” He finally finishes his explanation, but it only raises more questions. 

Quiet remarks and growing concern were heard, slowly getting louder, but Lancelot silences the room with one word, “enough.” They all turn to him seeking guidance.

Lancelot turns to Ray, who nods at him once, a signal to keep going. “White Rabbit, are your words true?” Lancelot questions Blanc.

“Yes,” he begins to answer. “Nothing I said was a lie,” he finishes.

“This is difficult to accept as a fact,” Lancelot squints suspiciously as he moves the conversation forward. “What you’re claiming is impossible.” Immediately, Blanc counters, “Is it?” He smiles.

“We live in a world full of magic, you know. It’s what separates us from the land of reason…” He begins to scribble something in his book of records. “There are many different kinds of magic…” A blue light begins to shine from within the book. “I ask that you all keep an open mind. The impossible can be quite fun… wouldn’t you agree, Alice?” 

Blanc turns to look at the only person in the room who had experienced what different worlds are like. Alice’s eyes slightly widened. “Oh, well I… it does seem possible-”

Jonah cuts her off. “How does any of this seem possible??” Lancelot places a hand on Jonah’s shoulder and looks at Alice, urging her to continue.

“If someone had told me about Cradle back when I was in the land of reason, I wouldn’t have believed them… but I’ve fallen from the sky and seen so much magic here… it’s hard for me not to consider what Blanc says as truth.” She smiles. “I’m excited to see what Blanc is talking about!” 

“Thank you, my dear sweet Alice,” Blanc pats her head affectionately. “However, I’m afraid I must inform you that you will not be an active character in the story.” Her eyes widened at this.

“WHAAAAT!?!” Seth screams as he hugs Alice. “What kind of horrible story are you sending us to!?!” His arms further tighten around Alice.

Blanc laughs. “I assure you, the story is wonderful. There will be new people for you to meet.”

This doesn’t reassure Seth at all, or anyone else for that matter, but Alice speaks up with a smile. “That’s okay. I know you’ll all be okay and happy wherever you go. So… please enjoy the new world for me! I’ll come haunt you if you don’t,” she laughs lightly. It’s obvious she wants to ease everyone’s worry, and it somewhat works. Seth finally releases her, and everyone begins to look at Alice sadly. 

“It’s time to say goodbye, everyone,” Blanc warns as he finalizes what he’s written in his book of records. Many tears are shed; some don’t want to let go after hugging Alice. They say their goodbyes, sharing silly memories to make each other laugh.

Despite the emotional scene going on, Blanc had a calm, warm expression on his face; Oliver, who had been silent and off to the side the entire time, took notice of this and found it odd. With his focus completely on Blanc, he failed to notice Alice approaching him to offer nice words and a hug.

Soon everyone gets back in line, forming a semicircle around Blanc, whose book of records was glowing slightly. “I will recite the final lines as I write them. The spell of new beginnings will then activate.”

The book of records began to glow brightly and float in the air. Glitter like sparkles began to float everywhere, attaching itself to everyone, causing a fading effect. Everyone slowly began to disappear. Confusion could be found on every face in the room as each person tried to reach out towards their friends, but there was no point.

Lancelot, Ray, and Harr remained as calm as they could in an attempt to offer reassurance to those around them. Loki desperately tried to hold Harr, but his hands ran right through his body. He began to cry helplessly on the floor. Seeing this, Alice couldn’t hold herself any longer. Deep down, she was incredibly terrified of what was to come. As silent tears streamed down her face, Ray and Lancelot stood before her, smiling. In return, she smiled at them. Mustering all the final courage she could find, she walked towards Blanc, taking a position where she could see everyone one last time.

Finally, she politely bowed towards everyone, “Thank you for everything. You’re all so wonderful…” She lifted her head. “I love you all.” She smiled before fully disappearing into the air, sparkles falling towards the ground.

No one knew what to say or do. There’s nothing they can do except watch each other disappear. Jonah walks towards Luka, who began to cry when Alice disappeared. The brothers look at each other. There are so many words they want to say, but time didn’t allow for it. Making a decision, Jonah smiles at Luka, “My dear sweet Luka,” he affectionately says as he reaches out towards his brother before vanishing like Alice. Almost immediately after, Luka is gone as well.

Seth sits beside his sister, who was trying to remain calm by talking about random things, but her body was shaking from fear and anxiety. Unable to do anything, he simply smiled and followed her lead. Not long after, they disappear together. One by one, each person vanishes, leaving a trail of glitter fallen on the ground. 

Only Ray and Lancelot remain in the end. They walk towards Blanc, who wasn’t surrounded by the magical light. Ray begins to speak, “No one else seemed to notice but…”

“Why are you and Oliver the only ones who aren’t covered in magic?” Lancelot finishes Ray’s question.

Blanc hums, “I have a stop to make before joining the rest of you. Oliver will be assisting me.” He turns to smile at Oliver. The two leaders nod, accepting his reasoning.

“We’ll be looking for you when everything is settled.” Ray makes arrangements. Again, Blanc hums and nods as he watches the Kings disappear. 

“My assistance?” Oliver questions Blanc, who is now writing something new in the record book.

“I only need to pick up a new book from the library. We’ll be joining them after,” Blanc assures him as a blinding light flashes. 

Affected by the bright flash, Oliver rubs his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. When he finally does, he’s met with a white room full of what seemed like endless columns of books. 

“What is this place?” Oliver questions.

“It’s the records library. It holds everything,” Blanc responds as he walks towards a column.

“This is where you keep all of Cradle’s records?” Oliver follows behind Blanc so he doesn’t get lost.

“Not quite. This place holds much more than just Cradle’s records,” Blanc begins to explain. “This is where all the worlds are collected. I mentioned before that we'll be going to a new world. This is where the records of that world will go. See, we’re part of a storyline created by a bird—”

“A bird?” Oliver cuts off Blanc with an annoyed look on his face.

“A clever name, isn’t it?… These storylines that they create are enjoyed by many people all around the world. These people are inspired and create their own works of art based on our stories, creating different worlds and timelines,” Blanc finishes his explanation as he finds the book he’s looking for.

Oliver doesn’t fully believe Blanc but is unable to fully call all of this a lie. He feels strange, almost like déjà vu. However, he can’t remember ever being in the library before. 

“You always feel the same, Oliver,” Blanc chuckles. “Yes, you’ve been here before, and… we’ve had this same conversation many, many times.” Blanc looks around the library as if to show Oliver the amount.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Oliver asks as he holds his head.

“We’re not supposed to remember any of it,” Blanc whispers sadly. “Whenever a new world begins, there is a reset here in the main storyline. Everyone disappeared right now, but by dawn tomorrow, everything will be back to normal, and everyone will go about their lives as usual. We who “disappear” are transferred over to the new world, our current memories wiped, making space for all new memories to be placed.” Blanc looks at Oliver, trying to gauge his reaction this time.

“Why do you remember everything?” Oliver’s questions continue.

“I don’t, it’s just that when I reset here in Cradle, I always find the library and all the worlds… I find out by reading the records. But I will not remember anything once we get to the new world.” Blanc finishes explaining.

“What exactly is the point of telling everyone they’re going to a new world before casting the spell?” Oliver still has questions.

“A courtesy of mine,” it’s a simple answer but it reflects the respect Blanc holds for everyone. 

“Would you like to see her?” Blanc asks, already knowing what the next question is. “She’s lovely,” Blanc comments as he conjures up a cloud of light.

Oliver’s eyes widen at what he sees. It’s a young woman with long, deep brown hair, busy with something on the table in front of her. The girl looks up and turns to her left as though someone had called her. Before the image disappears, Oliver catches a glimpse of her warm smile and welcoming eyes.

“That was ▧▨▧▨ , She’s going to ▧▨▧▨, it’s always exciting to ▧▨▧▨” Oliver can’t fully make out what Blanc is saying. “Oh dear, it seems our time is up… that’s alright, I ▧▨▧▨ so things should ▧▨▧▨”

“Wait, what?” Oliver says, confused. He can’t hear Blanc completely. That’s when he notices that they’re both starting to disappear.

Oliver looks up at Blanc and he’s met with a reassuring smile. “We’ll meet again, my dear friend…”

A bright light flashes one final time, and the pair disappear along with the new record book.

The library is once again empty yet full of life. 

“Ver-… liver-… Oliver…” Oliver opens his eyes, the sun shining through the window. Blanc is calling him, “It’s getting rather late. Your store opens soon, doesn’t it?” Blanc says as he opens the curtain more.

Oliver sits up with a confused look on his face, “Rabbit…?” Oliver questions as he holds his head almost in pain.

Blanc turns to him, “Are you feeling alright?”

Oliver closes his eyes and rubs his temples, “I’m fine. I just had a strange dream… I was about to tell you something, but I can’t remember…”

Blanc smiles softly and he begins to walk out the door, “I’m flattered you think of me even in your dreams.” 

“Wait,” Oliver stops him. “What’s today’s date?”

Blanc looks at him curiously before answering, “January 6, 2025. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” Oliver responds lazily as he gets up to look out the window. “I forgot the date is all…”

Blanc hums before leaving the room, already thinking of a tea that would help his little friend with his headache.

Oliver quietly continues to gaze out the window in a daze, taking in the sight of Cradle...

Hikari's note: Wahhhhhhhh thanks so much for being here! Admittedly I’m nervous as hell because this is my first time sharing a creation of mine, but it’s okay 😂 I’m so excited to share this project with everyone. For some of you, IkeRev might not be a series you’re interested in and I get it, the series is discontinued. But for me, that’s exactly what sparked this story idea (& my love for Rev of course). So if you’ve decided to give it a chance, I hope that you’ll enjoy the story that will come with my OC. The purpose of this standalone fic is mainly to kick off the debut of my OC and her story. I'd also like to give special thanks to  @ragyragd0ll @missaengg @william-rex! They've been super helpful throughout this whole process and I don't think I would've gotten as far as I have without their support. Since it’s my first time fully flushing out a story please expect many mistakes and mid level writing 😅 I hope to improve as I continue writing. Thank you for your support & patience!

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merch psa!!!

I’m going to order charms for them within the week so I wanted to gauge interest lolol. Any reblogs would be appreciated, I’ve never made merch before but if anyone is interested I may make charms for other games or additional characters!!!

Estimated price: 10.50 usd, Size: 3’"x2.5"

[fannyyann]

via altaimages 6.26.24

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

I’m told that Kathryn Bigelow’s next film, set up at Netflix, is gearing up to hit the fall fests in September and October. This could mean a bow at Telluride, Venice, and/or TIFF.

Bigelow directs what is being dubbed as a “hot script” by former NBC News president Noah Oppenheim (he also wrote “Jackie”). The still-untitled film will tackle how the White House reacts in real time to ballistic missiles headed for America.

Bigelow was supposed to direct “Aurora” for Netflix last year, but the New York Times reported that the filmmaker dropped out of the project due to budgetary constraints. She then went back to the streaming giant with another project, and this time around it was met with approval.

This latest film, which has been dubbed by the trades as “Untitled White House Thriller,” has an ensemble that includes the likes of Idris Elba, Rebecca Ferguson, Gabriel Basso, Jared Harris, Greta Lee, Tracy Letts, Moses Ingram, Anthony Ramos, Brian Tee, Jonah Hauer-King, Kyle Allen, and Jason Clarke.

[brokehorrorfan]

A night like this comes once a millennium. Y2K opens in theaters on December 6 via A24, but I'm giving readers in the Boston area the opportunity to see the film early and for free - with the filmmakers!

Broke Horror Fan is sponsoring an advance screening of A24 at MIT Room 26-100 in Cambridge, MA next Tuesday, November 19, at 7pm.

Writer-director Kyle Mooney and co-writer Evan Winter will be in attendance to introduce the film, plus there will be pre-screening pizza party beginning at 6pm. Y2K attire is encouraged.

Click here to RSVP while supplies last. Seating is first-come, first-served and not guaranteed, so be sure to arrive early!

Produced by Jonah Hill, the disaster comedy stars Jaeden Martell, Julian Dennison, Rachel Zegler, The Kid Laroi, Lachlan Watson, Fred Durst, and Alicia Silverstone.

On the last night of 1999, two high school juniors crash a New Years Eve party, only to find themselves fighting for their lives.

[the-east-art]

Kind of lazily done height chart of the main character of Hagstone.

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

Only the ones who have a route for this poll I used up all the choice slots

but

Basically if you were to take their last name (I didn't realize the potential misunderstanding with the poll title until after I posted and I can't edit it)

Unreleased characters poll

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: what they say instead of i love you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: why is everything i write for the red army?! um easy answer dont answer that I KNOW WHY i love them and i dont know the black army that well at all ok THANK YOU BYE

lancelot says “why do you care about me?” to tell you that caring for him isn’t necessary, that he doesn't need to be held, that he can bear the weight of the world. he says it to you because he doesn’t want you to get involved. if you were to be hurt, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself. he needs to be stronger, he needs to hold on, he needs to make things better for you.

jonah says “there aren’t enough strawberries on this!” because he wants you to have only the best of everything he can give. it’s a bit embarrassing to be pampered like this, and he knows you feel that way, but he can’t help himself. if you want to indulge in his favorite dish with him, it has to be perfect, just like you.

edgar says “let me hold you” because he still isn’t sure if he should. you’ve made it plenty clear that you still want to be with him, through thick and thin and anything that comes your way, but he has blood on his hands that he’ll never wash off. your acceptance, to him, is like saying “i love you too.”

zero says “please be safe” because he only ever wishes to see you smile. he knows it’s impossible to protect you from everything, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to try, from wanting to do his absolute best. he loves you so much, so very dearly, that he wants nothing but the best for you now and forever.

kyle says “take care of yourself.” he doesn’t say please because he isn’t asking, he’s demanding that you stay healthy and happy and safe, because he never wants to see you in his clinic unless it's for annual checkups. you’re the last person he wants to see suffering, the last he wants to see bleeding, the last he wants to see frowning.

[ikemen-revolution-archive]

Profile icons.

Each picture has "oshi" written on it, meaning favorite/bias.

[natimiles]

Savage

[southconfessionpark]

The movie “This is the end” by Seth rogen is unironically my favorite thing to think of as a South Park Au, Seth rogen is Kyle, James Franco is Stan marsh, Jonah hill is Eric cartman, Jay baruchel is butters scotch, Danny McBride is Clyde Donovan and Craig Robinson is Tolkien black

[ciaossu-imagines]

red army + christmas prompt 4

Ha, this was a blast to think about. They do seem the type to get proper pictures together at least once a year, and Christmas definitely seems like a fantastic time to do that. Thanks so much for sending this in!

Imagine your Ocs taking a group picture for their holiday greeting cards.

Who is giving directives on how to pose?

Unlike the Black Army, I do believe that the Christmas card photographs for the Red Army are very much a formal event. Instead of being taken by a member of the army who enjoys photography, Lancelot gets a professional photographer to come in for the occasion. The members of the Red Army are expected to show up ready and Lancelot and the ‘cards’ have a large say in the direction of the photographs but otherwise the photographer is in charge of everything. They’re the one who directs people on how to pose, how to hold their face, what to do with props, and everything along those lines. Lancelot expects everyone to listen to the photographer, though he may sometimes push back against them.

How do they pose?

As said, this is a professional photoshoot. There’s a lot of pictures taken by the photographer and their assistants. It’s not just like, fifty or sixty pictures taken. This is a much larger affair – several hundreds of pictures are taken. There’s pictures taken from a wide perspective of the whole of the army, there’s pictures focusing in on each team within the army, there’s pictures of the cards taken as a group, there’s pictures of Lancelot and the ‘cards’, there’s individual photos taken of each army member that they can choose to purchase to use in whatever way they wish, be it sending it home to their family or giving it to a lover. The photographer and their assistants really find ways to have everyone pose in ways that not only look aesthetically pleasing but also capture their personalities well.

Who ruins the picture by making faces?

There’s a lot of photographs that end up being scrapped because of Edgar pulling some sort of face or holding up bunny ears behind someone’s head, normally Jonah’s. Conversely, while Jonah will pose the best for photographs (it’s almost impossible to take a bad picture of the man), he’ll end up ruining some shots by reacting brashly or getting annoyed at another member of the army and forgetting that he’s supposed to be posing.

Who keeps saying ‘WAIT I’m not ready’ until they find the perfect angle?

Nobody – Lancelot runs a tight ship in a lot of ways and his Army members know their jobs for the day. Their task is simple – always be ready, act as if the camera is going to snap at any instant and be instantly prepared for it.

What are they wearing? Are they matching? Is there a theme?

Lancelot actually really, really likes the look of the Red Army’s uniforms. Even if he wasn’t born into his position, he thinks that he would have grown up to join, just for the chance to wear the uniform. Because the photographs are of the Army as a whole, despite it being Christmas, in his mind it only makes sense for them all to be in full Red Army formal uniform. Instead, the pictures should be made merrier and more festive with good backdrops and props.

Who shows up in something other than the agreed upon outfit?

It’s Kyle. While he probably remembers, after arriving, that it was supposed to be his formal Red Army uniform, he rocks up in his everyday wear, wearing his lab coat, looking mussed and slightly hung-over. He is definitely hung-over, enough so that he doesn’t automatically volunteer to head back up and change into his formal attire. He looks fine enough and it’s how everyone sees him day after day anyway, right?

Who is the most reluctant to be in the picture?

Zero finds posing for pictures to be a really uncomfortable experience. He feels awkward the entire time and entirely all too self-conscious about himself. Is he doing something weird with his face? Is he making too much eye contact with the camera? Is he posing like he’s supposed to? He gets very up into his head during the entire photoshoot and he prays for it to end before it ever even gets started. It doesn’t help that Edgar might be teasing his protégé during the entire photoshoot, doing things to make Zero ‘loosen up’ a little but mostly just annoying him.

What is written on the card?

‘The Red Army wishes you and yours a very Merry Christmas. May the joy of the holidays touch each and every one of your hearts, may peace and goodwill reign.’

What background do they choose?

Again, because they’re all decked out in the Army uniforms, I think Lancelot is really determined that every background should be incredibly festive. Shots done out in the snow, with the Red Army’s headquarters, all decorated for the holiday, are definitely taken, but so are pictures where the background is one where everyone’s posed around a Christmas tree or by a roaring fire, with ornaments, boughs of holly, ribbons, and pinecones strung around.

Who do they send the cards to?

As mentioned, each of the Army members are able to purchase their pictures  for whatever use they want to make of it. Lancelot is very purposeful in who he sends the cards to though – he distributes them to all the major business owners or large, well-known families in the area and personally signs with a sweet message, unique to each soldier, to the families of each of his soldiers.

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LOOOOK AT THEM,, my babies,, my kids,,,

I wish I could show this to my 2021 self when she was in her peak red army brainrot

They’re up on my Etsy!

3" acrylic

Current stock (updated May 28th):

Lance: OUT OF STOCK

Jonah: 2

Kyle: OUT OF STOCK

Edgar: 2

Zero: 3

Price: $10.50 USD