#script slug

[breadstickbaby]

[scaled-escalator]

i told yall about my recent obsession with logographies

left - extension of devotees' language from chants of sennaar

top right - new conlang (still to be named)

bottom right - extension of the symbols from rain world, named slug script

[cheetahsprints]

Sonic: Ok, SonadowForever asks... Oh boy we're really gonna answer this... with the username? Alright ... Shadow why are you - hehe - aha, sorry, it says, Shadow why are you so gay? Haha... Well that's presumptuous heh that's a BOLD question. You can't (snorts) Hahaha oh my Chaos, SonadowForever, you can't just ask people why they're gay! Shadow: Because Sonic is very handsome. Sonic: Haha what, excuse me Shadow... Pfffft what??? Amy Rose: So... You are gay then? If you don't mind me asking.   Shadow: Yes. Sonic: (snort) HAHAHEHEHE --- (high-pitched) LGBT for the win?! Shadow: For Sonic.   Sonic: Ah haha whoa there haha... Wait, are you... You weren't joking before? What does that even mean? Sonic: Shadow? Just gonna... Leave that hanging there? .... uh... ok. Sonic: Since we're sharing heh... I'm Bisexual. Not too picky, I go where the wind takes me... Yeah... Sonic [barely audible]: (((Right now it's taking me toward Shadow... Hi there~))) Shadow [barely audible]: (((...Sonic?))) Amy Rose: I prefer boys but I like to keep an open mind. For the possibilities. Your soulmate is your soulmate. Knuckles: Yeah uh... I dunno never really thought about it. Whoever catches my eye, but I'm usually too busy keeping an eye on the Master Emerald. There is a special lady who’s been on my mind though...   Amy Rose: Ooh I think I know who... Tails: Me too, hehe. Knuckles: No you don't! Tails: I’m not really interested in romance yet, if it happens. I'm focused on inventing and helping the team. Eggman: Ah..  I'm straight.. I think. But not really looking to date right now. Feel a little awkward after all of that...   Amy Rose: Oh don't feel awkward! Everyone is valid. As long as you don't make others feel bad about themselves. Knuckles: Is it me or did Sonic get really quiet? Amy Rose: Yeah what is he - ah.. haha oh. Knuckles cover Tails’ eyes, quickly! Tails: Huh?! Sonic: Oh this thing was still going? Haha... woops. Shadow: In regards to the answer Knuckles gave... Do I need to get the shovel ready? I'm not her father but... Close enough. Sonic: It's shovel TALK, Shadow. It's an expression. No actual shovels are involved. Shadow: Not if I have anything to say about it. Sonic: Well anyway! Thanks for the question... SonadowForever... really eye opening...  heheh. Sonic [barely audible]: (((What if, heh, you couldn't say anything, eh, Shadow?))) Amy Rose: Oh brother, does anyone have a spray bottle? Eggman: Here you go. I don't need to see that again.

[cadavpurr]

if the voice inside you tells you to make a video essay on your hyperfixation then that voice is a demon from hell do not listen at any cost

[keepsmovingforward]

DO YOU

AND ME

HAVE A PROBLEM

[realrogerhours]

Possessed by a devilishly clever dark urge

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Posting this here is faster than registering the script concept I'm writing. They tried to salt the wrong slug. And that wasn't salt.

[just-here-for-the-art-shit]

OPLA is so gay and Luffy is so ace that's it's not even subtle

I can't find anymore screenshots so -

*Koby and Luffy stargazing in the boat*

*Insert image of Nami and Kaya on the couch*

Nami trying to find a dinner outfit and asking Luffy: "How does this look?" "Looks like Nami."

*1 outfit later*

"Still looks like Nami."

Usopp asking Zoro: "If you were Kaya would you like me?"

Luffy: "I like you already!"

Usopp: "No that's not what I - whatever- Zoro-"

Zoro: "You're asking the wrong guy."

This live slug reaction:

*Every single interaction Zoro has with Sanji*

*Literally the moment Luffy was like, "This tastes great!" Sanji was smitten, absolutely doomed to join the crew.

*The fact that the writers both included and let Gin live, jackass captain be damned. What does this have to do with the list? Idk, I love Gin.*

*Luffy just totally going shell shocked when Zoro's hurt while the rest are rushing to help him*

Mihawk at Luffy: "Although I do like that hat." I laughed my ass off because I totally didn't expect that - they totally knew what they were doing adding that to the script you can't convince me they didn't. Mihawk's not even hiding it. He knows exactly who that hat belongs to. And also the fact that he was sent to capture Luffy, saw the hat, and said to Garp's face, "Nah I think he should be a pirate lmao get fucked."

*Mihawk's entire existence should literally make everyone swoon*

[duchess-of-mandalore]

If Filoni were smart, he'd make Satine Kryze a main character in the new Maul: Shadow Lord show and I am 1000% serious.

We know Maul stole Satine’s portrait from Sundari. We see it in his lair in Rebels, where he sets up a kind of shrine which includes Satine's portrait and the Darksaber Maul used to kill her. We also see that he has scrawled "KENOBI" on the wall in the Mando'a script.

It's implied that Maul physically attacks the portrait. He slashes Satine's throat (over and over), which suggests that the need for revenge against Obi-Wan that he had hoped would be satisfied by killing Satine still resides in him.

He also scratches out her eyes, which doesn't make a lot of sense until you remember that in the Rebels episode "Twin Suns" Maul. was originally going to be plagued by visions of Savage and Satine while he goes mad in the Tatooine deserts. Filoni pretty quickly cut this for time (boooooo), but it makes the fact that Maul scratches out Satine's eyes make sense because it suggests that he still feels Satine watching him.

(The place Satine occupies in Maul's mind is also suggested by an earlier script/storyboard of Maul and Obi-Wan's final showdown. If you can't read the chicken-scratch, Maul's line is, "I took your master. I took your beloved ... I will hunt down whatever ... no ... whoever it is you are protecting and take them as well.")

But the thing is, it doesn't make sense if Maul is only seeing these visions because he's dying of dehydration or heat stroke in the desert. It only makes sense if Maul was having the visions of her long before he ever went to Tatooine.

So imagine Maul ... fresh off his defeat on Mandalore and acclimating to a new galaxy ruled by the Sith he'd hoped to defeat. The criminal enterprises he pursues will surely tie back to the crime syndicates that he helped form alliances with for Pre Vizsla and Death Watch.

Maul's amassing power (and apparently training a padawan) but all the while ... popping up at the most inopportune times, is the Duchess of Mandalore (whom no one else can see, of course) either standing serenely in the background and (in Maul's mind) silently judging him for all of his criminal dealings, or perhaps even interjecting her own opinions, most of which are reminding Maul of how wrong everything he is doing is.

Just imagine how funny the bickering would be:

"You could trust your lackeys more if you treated them as allies instead of slugs to be trod upon. Perhaps you'd even find a friend." "Go away. Or if you won't, at least shut up." "Domination will never make you feel whole, and strength attained through intimidation is hollow." "You know nothing of strength. I killed you." "You didn't do a very good job."

At the same time, perhaps Maul recognizes that Satine's voice in his head is a call to the Light that he has always rejected. How she was at peace before her death and how he could have that peace too, if only he would turn from the path of revenge that he thinks is the only way.

The tragedy is that Maul would never be able to listen to Satine, even if a part of him wants the peace she offers. Her presence instead drives him to the place of insanity we see in Rebels and ultimately to Tatooine, where he is (mercifully) put out of his misery by Obi-Wan.

His enemy comforts him, showing him the same love that Satine has always promised is possible, but with his last words, he still holds on to the belief that vengeance is coming (for both him and Obi-Wan).

His eyes close, and in the last shot we see Satine (the last manifestation of Maul's conscious mind? An apparition? A Force ghost?) still watching over him as he lies in her beloved Jedi's arms.

[scaled-escalator]

finally finished translating five pebbles' yapping to survivor, which also made me realize slugscript is not very space efficient;;

at least it'll look neater when i put it in the slugscript notebook

[lets-steal-an-archive]

For anyone wanting distraction...

A few general:

TV Writing

Script Slug

BBC Script Library

500+ Horror screenplays (1922 - present) [rebloggable]

over 100 Black film screenplays [rebloggable]

over 100 Queer film screenplays [rebloggable]

A few specific:

Charmed (1998) scripts

Doctor Who scripts: Classic Who, Whoniverse

Gilmore Girls scripts

Hannibal scripts

Highlander scripts

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia scripts

Kolchack: The Night Stalker scripts

Lost scripts

MASH: Maddie's MASH archive; hhawkeys scripts; flintism scripts, topshelf2112-blog scripts

Rick and Morty scripts

The Simpsons scripts

Star Trek (TOS, TAS, TNG) DS9 VOY scripts

Supernatural scripts (TV Writing mirror)

Xena: Warrior Princess + Hercules crossover scripts (+ a few outlines too)

The X-Files scripts

[evilminji]

Oh god :Dc a Danny Summons Contract

No you guys DON'T UNDERSTAND-!

Just. Danny! Only Danny! He fucked up. Some ancient Warring States Ninja fucked up. They BOTH agreed to NEVER talk about it again.

Cause like? That ninja? Was a GROWN ASS MAN. A qualified BAMF of the highest order. He WAS the Danger, thank you very much. So, he? Will NEVER live down being saved by...well...

*holds up wildly struggling, noodle limbed, sad wet raccoon havin a terrible day lookin, meat thresher on legs*

THIS.

It's a BABY. Honestly, his Clan's TODDLERS know how to throw better punch. This scrawny infant baby child is both? His new son. AND an embarrassing trainwreck in motion. FFS kid, that's not how you- No! NO! Don't you DARE bite that opponent! You don't know where they've B-!

Kid they could have BEEN POISONED!!! Spit um OUT! DROP UM! Drop that RIGHT NOW! What are you? A dead Inuzuka? A god forsaken Hatake!? DROP IT!!!

It...sure is An Adventure™.

One of many early "here's how you DON'T make a Summoning contract" experiments, that Clans without seal masters were attempting. He's honestly lucky HIS attempt ended with him still... you know... ALIVE. Problem, though? After bunking for like... a few months? A year? In the command center?

And you know, terrorizing the GIW into complete collapse. Parenting him through some pretty serious life changes. Somehow making Sam MORE terrifying. And a whole host of off screen ninja shenanigans? They figure out? Oh. Only way to send him HOME is to either accept or refuse a Contract.

They gotta make one.

First they head to Frostbite for a recommendation, then? Off to a reputable Ghost Lawyer they go! They have to camp in the waiting room for like... a week. But? Worth it! The contract is AMAZING. And terrifying! Protects them both. Can't be used against EITHER. And that loophole you're thinking off? Ten pages worth of point 4 script, twenty three yards down, for why it's a BAD IDEA and breaks contract~!

Neither of them can make the other do SHIT! Only fully consensual, mutually beneficial, ass kicking here! If we FEEL LIKE IT!

Ninja dad insisted. Never sign a contract with anything less then extreme paranoia, kid! Leave no "implied" or "spirit of the rules"! Loopholes are holes in your armor, with which your enemy stabs you in the back!

Danny, tearfully, sends ninja dad home.

Gross. Emotions all over his armor. If only there wasn't all this sand in his eyes, he'd definitely complain about it. *stoic ninja hug*

Danny? Become a king. One of many. An Ancient. Becomes FUCKING HUUUUUUUUGE. Like? "Aw, your city is so pwecious~☆ n smol~♡! Whats it called again? New York?" Huge. A fuckin LEVIATHAN made of void, stars, and space ice. A Winter corpse, marked by lightning, that became the night sky itself. With a crown of aurora borealis, ever shifting, like flame.

Proportional, in a way, to Summon Bosses. Just as a normal human is to a normal toad, a normal cat, a normal slug. So too, is Danny LARGER then them.

You know... when he feels like it.

The contract? Passes down. Ninja dad does warn his kin. Prooooobably not gonna answer you. He only answers ME cause I'm, well, ME.

Fuckin BET. They declare. And lose. Repeatedly.

Time marches on. The Senju and Uchiha has their Drama. Dear KAMI do they Have Their Drama. Please Stop, says everyone. They... do not. The contract? Fuckin STOLEN. Because of course it is.

It's a HUGE, glowing, death radiating Summons Contract kept in a shrine behind like... SO MANY seals. It makes anyone less then a full grown JOUNIN physically SICK to even touch! Prolonged exposure kills people! Of COURSE it gets fuckin stolen. It's obviously a super, mega, ultra rare AMAZEBALLS Summon Contract... right?

Eeeeeeeeeeeh *so-so hand motion* KINDA!

It IS technically that.

They ain't wrong. Cause Danny IS an Adult now. A King. Connected to the Zone. An ANCIENT. Beyond and Above his mortal origins, even as, by being a Halfa, he is utterly the same. That contract is as close as one could GET to having a contract with the Sage himself.

You know... if he answered you.

Felt like your petty bullshit was worth getting up off the couch for.

Not to MENTION? He can make clones! Like.... billions of them now. Has a skeleton army. Is kinda one of the stronger Ancients. But that's not the point. The POINT? Clones. Don't have to be EQUAL facets of self.

You CAN make a .00001% clone of yourself!

Behold *summons poof noise* Lil Baby Man!

The harbinger of Danny! Here to Test Your VIBEZ™. He sends them each time. To be an adorable menace. Cause problems on purpose. Be gremlins, chew on table legs, maybe. You know, the works! They RADIATE his " I Am Death." Energy. But also his "winter, protection, and starlight" vibes... if you're brave enough to LOOK.

If you don't flinch away from a spirit of the dead. Can embrace the chaotic nature of a Zone ghost. Are kind to something that isn't what you expected, that you can USE, that appears weaker then you. Something that seems dumb. Distractable. Useless in battle.

Can you be kind? Do you immediately give up? To recognize a test when you see one? Is your first impulse cruelty? Distain? It tells Danny a lot. Saves him time.

Which? Is how a young Itachi, freshly Jounin'd, gets thrown through an old and rotting wooden gate into what LOOKS like a vaguely demonic death shrine. Hmmm, concerning. Baby 'tachi has been separated from his teammates. Is having a Bad Time™. The crows can't really help much here.

And, well, that IS a Summoning contract...

He's outnumbered. Low on both weapons and Chakra. Refuses to do anything BUT return home to his family. His baby brother. Is it WISE? No. It is in fact, incredibly, incredibly UNWISE. He has no idea what he'll be agreeing too. But... so long as he live just a bit longer...

He slams an earth wall against the entrance.

Falls back to the Glowing Contract.

Stumbles, as even landing near it makes his insides revolt. His skin prickle and burn. Colder then the nine tails Chakra, emptier, yet somehow endlessly more ABSOLUTE.

It's like the very Chakra in his body screams against it. Rejects it's mere presence. As though all thing alive REFUSE it with desperation and fear. He has no time to muse upon this. It hurt his hand to touch. He does so anyway. Struggling to hold the earthwall against enemy attacks.

He doesn't bother to read the contract. Flings it from the pedestal, to unravel, so he may sign quickly. There. With a practiced motion, he nicks his finger, and scrawls his future away. Whatever demons may come. Whatever monsters this brings. Please... let him live long enough to say goodbye.

The world CRACKS as he summons.

Death and the Shinigami are not the same.

Even those without the ability to sense are battered by the tsunami of... not killing intent. No. There is no intent. No killing. Just... knowing. Heraldry. That Death comes for us all. You can not escape. Foolish and small, is this what you waste your existence on? Ants before a god. Dust before the heavens. He... he can not... breathe...

Frozen. Eyes wide. Sharigan spinning, spinning, spinning. Capturing the delicate lace of nothingness, absence of life, as it drifts by. Unable to move from where he kneels, bloody hand pressed to the ground, in a Summoning.

What Has He Done?

Outside there is panic. Screaming. They flee. He... he wishes he could flee. W...why can't he-? *THHHWAP!* Mmmmph?! Something small and almost bird shaped smacks into his face like a flung ration. Tiny arms spread wide to cling to his bangs and dangle. The deathy power fades... almost... almost as though it were... a threat display?

He focuses on the tiny creature whining and hugging his face. It... is a floating snake toddler? Or is it dragon? They have sharp little claws and stars along their face, a tiny whispy mane of white. Likely a dragon child then. They stick their small tounge out slightly, eyes the blankly trusting stare of small children everywhere.

He clearly want to be carried. Ah. Of course, little one.

Did... did he agree to raise a dragon?

Just?

Itachi, smol. Serious. With lil baby man floped on his head or tucked lovingly in his arms. The TEXTBOOK definition of "he don't bite" "YES HE DO!!!" For everyone but Itachi and Sasuke. To whom he is, of course, an INNOCENT BABY who has NEVER done anything wrong EVER. An angel! Why is everyone being so MEAN to poor innocent baby man? Boo hoo~!

It fucks up SO MANY plans.

Because Itachi. A smol child. INSISTS he is a Father now. What are you going to do? Say he can be? Why? Because he's a CHILD? Which is it? Is he a Jounin or a Dependant? An adult in the eyes of the law or a child to be protected by said law from pushing him off to war? Old enough to die, old enough to parent his dragon son!

And SORRY Father, he CANT join Anbu. Who would be there for his child? Ah, he should join a parenting group. *various competent parent instincts go haywire over this tiny Uchiha child in need of parenting* Danzo? For some reason his son seems to really, REALLY hate him. Better avoid him. His child doesn't know yet not to bite respected elders.

Sasuke? Gets to be an UNCLE! To a DRAGON! He takes his job very seriously.

It's the best PR the clan has ever had.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hey it’s me again. But imagine the first episode of beast yeast where Smilk first appears and he just and as he’s about to give his whole villainous speech he stops and his whole blue screens as he sees a big ass human just casually standing with the cookies and then the human (who is basically his size) just one punches him out of existence lmao!!! But I don’t think it would work since he didn’t have a corporeal body yet. But I still think he would be secretly scared shitless lol.

LMAO!! That would be hilarious!!

Though, Shadow Milk Cookie has probably been watching them for a while. Yet, the moment he comes out of the tree, it's an immediate boxing match as the Human gets protective of their little cookie friends against the Big Bad Evil Guy and slugs him the moment he pops out of the silver tree. SMC: "OWW! THIS IS NOT PART OF THE SCRIPT!! HOW CAN YOU HIT ME!? I HAVE NO CORPOREAL BODY!!?" Human: "RULES OF NATURE, BITCH!" *Punches his ass again and begins to try and push him back into the silver tree's opening* (Cue the larger beings starting to fight right in the middle of the faerie kingdom kaju style)

Also, they would 100% terrorize the realm of Apathy. All those dumpling enemies are so fucking cooked when the human sees something so enticing. Human: "Forgive me, Dark cacao. I will be busy for the time being. Make your way up the stairs in the meantime." *Goes full T-rex and starts chasing the dumpling enemies around as DC just shakes his head and continues on to save his kingdom* Plus, they would win in a fight with burning spice just by body slamming him. No rocks required. Their awakenings would either be delayed or would be super easy because the human helping them out. XD

[sadhours]

the diner - part one

billy hargrove x fem!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, stalking, murder, toxic relationship, trauma, hallucinations, flayed!billy, peeping Tom, masturbation briefly mentioned, horror

He survived. Somehow— someway. Billy survived. Took care of what he should have so long ago. But that monster lingers, still alive within him.

You’re an innocent girl who works next door to him and he can’t help himself. Could you help him or is he too sick?

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part two

Rain slips down, leaving clean streaks across the scum splattered front window of the shop. It’s deep into the evening, town’s asleep except for the truck stop directly next door. Bright lights illuminating the gas pumps, convenience store and the 50’s style diner. The one you work at.

And in the darkness of Route One Garage, Billy stands at the window. Watching. Eyes following as your hair bobs up and down with your steps as you run around the diner. Taking orders, filling coffee cups, carrying hot plates of greasy food made on grills cleaned less often than the health department wants. He’s eaten there, knows you can taste the filth in the food. But it’s the only place to get food this late for miles. The place is full of truckers, different faces but they might as well be the same copy of a person. In and out all day long. Billy’s seen the way they talk to you, been witness to it and just sat there with his blood boiling. Didn’t do anything about it because he’s a pussy and also, because you don’t know him. Sure, he comes in semi-regularly but he doesn’t really talk to you. He can’t for some reason. But before he moved to this teeny, shithole of a place, Billy wasn’t like this. He could talk to any woman. You didn’t look at him like most women did, though.

He watches you like this almost every night. Every night you’re there. Fantasizes about the things he wants to do to you. Sometimes those things are questionable, violent even but sometimes they’re just fantasies of talking to you— making you fall in love.

But he did something that woke up these dark demons deep in him. Well, two things.

Billy still has visions of the shape shifting monster. Haunts his dreams. Recalls each time he led an innocent person to the monster. Regretted not leading his father to the monster. So when he crawled out of the slimy, pulsing portal. He found his dad. Did what he’d always been too weak to do. Billy wonders if that monster still possesses him. If there’s still some of those black, gunky slugs in his stomach. Puked them up for weeks, it felt like.

But he’s thousands of miles from Hawkins. Though it feels like part of him is still contaminated. Made him reclusive, awkward, scarred up. Maybe that’s why he’s scared to talk to you. He knows he doesn’t look like he used to. His hair’s longer, his eyes are darker, his body has starfish shaped scars patterned all over. That charm has been evacuated. He’s not as suave.

Obsessive. That’s how he is now and he knows it but he can’t stop himself.

Billy knows where you work, he knows what you drive and he knows where you live. He has the name of your boss, your parents and your ex boyfriend. He’s followed you to the dive bar in town, walked around the general store and kept his eye on you and the things you buy. He’s full blown stalking you. It’s not his fault, though. That monster gave him this sickness and this town gave him loneliness. A recipe for disaster.

And you’re just so fucking pretty. The way your face lights up when you smile stains his eyes when he closes them. If he focuses hard enough he can hear your voice. Same script over and over.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

“Shop busy, today?”

“Usual tonight?”

“Coffee, eggs over easy, hash browns , extra bacon and sausage, right?”

“Want some more coffee?”

“Anything else tonight? Maybe some apple pie?”

“Ya sure? It’s really good apple pie, I promise.”

“I’ll just get your check, then.”

Sometimes Billy can finish when he’s thinking about those words. Which is sick and he knows that but he feels like he can’t help himself. Wonders what you think of him. You’re not a bitch or anything but you don’t ever look at him like girls used to look at him. Nothing like the moms laid out by the pool. Not like you think he’s good looking but like he’s any other face you see. Which infuriates him but makes him sad about himself more than anything. Occasionally he looks at himself in the mirror until he feels sick. Until he sees his dad. Tells himself he needs a haircut, needs to shave the mustache. Sleep more so he can lose the bags under his eyes. Maybe you’d look at him differently.

The lights flicker, buzz loud enough he can hear it in the shop. He leaves. Locks up the place and his boots take him to the diner. To the same booth he always sits in. Lights up a smoke and meets your eyes from across the place. You don’t flush the way girls used to. In fact, Billy can’t register any kind of reaction on your face. So he flicks his ash on the floor because you’ll have to sweep it up and it feels like he won. Won what? He doesn’t really know, but he wants you to clean up his mess. Gives him some kind of satisfaction.

The script starts when you walk up. A variation of it.

“Late tonight,” you say, filling up his coffee cup without asking. “Must be busy.”

“Sure,” he says. Always keeps it short because you don’t meet his eyes and he can’t meet yours. Instead he stares at your hands, pretty fingers wrapped around the carafe’s handle.

You walk away. To put the coffee away he guesses. Stares at the mug, wraps his own fingers around it and takes a careful sip. His eyes find you behind the counter, giving a look of disdain to your coworker who said something and then you grin. Laugh at whatever she said to you. Then you’re back at his booth and his eyes fall to the table as the script resumes.

“Usual?”

“Yeah.”

“Eggs over easy, hash browns, extra bacon and sausage,” you recite from memory and Billy gets a bit of satisfaction from it. Proud of you for some reason.

“You remember,” he says, low and steady.

You scoff and chuckle, the sound makes his thighs tighten and you say, “Kind of hard to forget it. You’ve never changed it.”

Bold for some reason, he replies, “Maybe I should.”

“We do have a whole six pages on that menu. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you open it, though,” you offer and this is new. It’s off script. Both you and him.

Billy smirks, flips open the menu and peers down at the first page. It’s greasy, a stain of sticky jam at the top left corner and he immediately catches a typo. He purses his lips and continues to flick through it. You pull the notepad from your apron but he’s too nervous to look up at your face. He flips another page and then, finally, looks up at your face.

“What do you like?”

You look shocked. He likes that.

“Uh,” you laugh, a soft little sound and Billy’s skin is hot. “Our patty melt is pretty damn good.”

He closes the menu, slides to the end of the table as he replies, “I’ll have that then.”

“Wow, you’re full of surprises tonight,” you quip, “Fries or potato salad.”

“Why don’t you give me a surprise,” Billy says and then looks away because you’re too fucking gorgeous and he’s on a roll. Kind of feels like his old self right now and looking at you would fuck that up.

You pick up the menu and laugh again, “Sure thing.”

You walk away and he takes a hit of his neglected cigarette, ash falling to the table as he does so. Another mess of his for you to clean. Makes his whole body tingle at the thought. You don’t check on him before his food is done. But Billy keeps checking on you, eyes bouncing up to follow you as you work. Finishes his cigarette and coffee. Takes in the uniform you’re in. The big, bold name on the pin clasped into your blouse.

When you bring his food, you ask, “Got anymore surprises for me tonight?” and his mind runs wild. Sick fantasies. Ideas that make him feel guilty and the charm he’d felt after years slips far, far away.

“No.”

But you say, “Good. Don’t wanna overwhelm me too much.”

You fill his coffee again and walk away. Then he eats and the script resumes as normal. He pays. Sits in his car until all the lights in the diner shut off. Watches you walk to your car, waits a beat after you drive off before he starts his car and follows you. To your house. Keeps waiting until you go inside to park behind your car on the street and watch the numerous lights flick on and off. Aiding in him as he imagines exactly how your night plays out. He thinks you go into the kitchen first. Maybe you get a drink, perhaps a beer. When he’s followed you to the bar, he’s seen you drink beer. Then that lights flicks off and the TV turns on. Can see the variety of brightness and colors through the window. He thinks of what you might watch. Imagines sitting on the couch with you, cuddled up. His thoughts get perverted quickly and before he knows it, he’s staring at your window with his dick in his hand with the fantasy of your mouth on him.

After he finishes, he’s still watching. Until the changing lights of the TV go black and a different light turns on. Bathroom. That window is small. You brush your teeth, maybe wash your face. He takes this time to get out of his car, walk to the window on the side of the house, crouch down and peer through the broken blinds. Your bedroom. You turn the light on, back to the bathroom to turn that light off and return. Close your door and undress. You sleep nude but you keep a robe next to your bed. You flick off the light. Sink into bed and Billy stays for a while. Until he knows you’re asleep. He thinks about sneaking inside but he hasn’t gathered the gusto to do so yet. The whole watching you through the window is new enough. But he’ll escalate soon. Won’t be able to help himself.

Then Billy goes home. Back to his shady little apartment. Falls asleep on the couch with infomercials playing on the TV. He’ll wake up and do the same thing again tomorrow.

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Dark tendrils wrap around his wrists and ankles. Pull him in opposite directions. His eyes are wide open but his body feels paralyzed. He tries to scream but it’s gargled and there’s a monster limb attaching to his mouth, pulsing down his throat. Fills his belly with baby slugs. The sticky limb retreats him and the constraints on his ankles and wrists unravel and he’s shaking. Thrashing. Screaming. Crying. Pleading.

Then Billy’s awake, sits up straight and pants. Looks around his room and there’s nothing there. Just him and the mess of his belongings. He cries. Then he showers. Makes himself vomit and he sees no slugs. No sludge. Just the dinner and foamy beers he had. Billy showers, water so hot it burns— turns his skin patchy red and tingly. He vomits again. Watches the sick circle the drain. Cries some more. Feels the loneliest he’s ever been. Wonders why he can’t kill himself. Why he doesn’t have the strength to do that.

He’s up too early. Doesn’t work for another three hours. Billy paces his apartment. Chain smokes and pounds coffee. He briefly thinks of Maxine. Stalks over to his freezer and reaches in it for the bottle of vodka he keeps in there and guzzles some of it down. Drowns out Max. Maybe he should make sure you get to work safe. He has to do something. Anything.

The drive to your house is routine, but he doesn’t often do it in daylight. Can’t risk you seeing him, so Billy parks a couple houses down. Chain smokes while he waits and soon enough, you’re walking to your car.

[a-sad-mage]

Shane Gang Head Cannons because brain rot

[Feel free to add]

Eli never got his GED(obviously he was 15 when he took the Drop)

But this also translates to Slugterra as well seeing as how no one makes much of a fuss about the Shane being a 15 year old kid who probably should be in school

Between the Episodes "The World Beneath our feet(1&2)" and "Shadows & Light", Kord, Trixie and Pronto pick up on the fact Eli, despite being Will Shane's son, dose not know a whole lot about Slugterra.

more accurately, certain little things most kids around Eli's age learn real early, like The Slug Run, how tricky it is to trap slugs, that in tournaments you lose a slug if you lose, Blakk and the SlugTarran Express and a hand full more, are not common knowledge to the young Shane. Because anyone with access to the SlugNet and a TV should know these things

However after "Shadows & Light" when Eli says he was home sick on the lesson about Slug energy being the key to a Caverns survival, and Bullseye being the center of Slugterra, the team realizes their resident Shane did not in fact receive standard education

this is because those are simple, easy things that are recapped, like every school year in Slugterra's education system set up

This then prompts the gang covertly asking Eli questions about stuff, seeing if he's right or wrong, and then correcting him

to take it a step further, for educational slugisodes, Trixie asks Eli to do the research/help write the script

no one blames him, because Eli was probably homeschooled by his dad,

but even then, The Will Shane forgetting to each his son something as important as Slug energy's connection to the Caverns put a tiny little crack in their perception of the man

Kord is the one who teaches Eli how to shave

Eli has a small privet cry over that

The guy's have had to physically restrain Trixie from punching/shooting a Slug at people(mostly sexist men), on more than one occasion

They let her do it once because that one particular guy had it coming

Pronto is the best cook, his Cave Crawler special is just something his mom used to make and he loves it, and wants to share that with his friends :)

Eli keeps the letter his dad wrote on him at all times, and when he's feeling anxious he reads it.

every one has read the letter, by accident and Eli has no clue

Pronto has tried to get the others hooked on "Kisses from a Hoverbug" Kord is the only one interested

Kord has drunk motor oil, twice, once to know what it tastes like, and once on a dare

Trixie, as the only girl on the team, get's priority when it comes to the bathroom

Eli has eaten slug food, twice, once to know what it tastes like, and once on a dare

Eli hums songs from the surface sometimes

Kord has more than one helmet, just in case

Pronto has a comical amounts of bandanas and neck scarfs, to the point he could pull off the endless scarf gag most magicians do

Trixie dared Eli to eat slug food or be called a cowered

Since Pronto sleep walks: each member of the Team has gotten up in the middle of the night for something, is at first perturbed by it, but by the third/fifth time, the use it as prime prank opportunity

Trixie dared Kord to drink motor oil or be called a cowered

Eli is banned from certain searches on the SlugNet

not for anything he did, the team just want him to stay ignorant to certain things, like thirst traps of his dad, and Will Shane x Thaddius Blakk fanfic his devices literally have parental locks just to make sure

^ this is referring to a post I saw about there being thirst traps of Will Shane, and crack theory's, like Eli actually being Blakk's son having a lil' rebellious phase on the SlugNet + some other stuff. I don't remember who made the post, but if your reading this, it lives rent free in my head, and I love you (platonically)

Over the course their friendship, before the events of 'A Distant Shore' the team has bets on what Cavern Eli is actually from because they do not buy the "Oh uh I was raised in a secret Cavern" excuse the more they get to know Eli Shane.

Hero worship be damned Trixie will punch Will Shane

If he's feeling sad, Eli wares the hoodie he was wearing when he fist took the drop

he wears it for three days following the events of "The New Kid"

^ The hoodie thing takes inspiration from a fic I read, I can't find it rn but if i do ill link it.

After the events of 'A Distant Shore' and learning the Burning World is, in fact real, Trixie, Kord and Pronto wonder what other myths might be true

Eli has a silent freakout in "The New Kid' because of Twist's Slug's name being Loki, like the Norse god of tricks. how and why?

Kord has been wanting to make jetpacks since he was a kid

The Mecha, Mecha Beast the team built in 'Roboslugs' reminded Eli of a Megazord from Power Rangers, and it took everything not to quote PR

Pronto likes to garden

the slugs like to eat whatever is in Pronto's garden

Pronto has 'successfully navigated the Caverns of Time, not once but TWICE' in his bio of all platforms he's on.

There is a tally on how many fire's Eli and Burpy start

Its currently in the triple digits

They have a 'days without incident' sign

the record is 2 days

[flanaganfilm]

hello! i’ve found some scripts online from midnight mass - specifically episodes 3, 4, 5, and 7. are these official? :-)

None of the scripts were officially released by Netflix. I did give copies of the finished scripts to the WGA library, which I believe is accessible to members, but there was no official release unfortunately. If I had my way, we would have published them all, but that's entirely at Netflix's discretion. (UPDATE: Those scripts are indeed legit. Link below)