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“Shit, shit, shit.” The muttered curse fell from Klaus’ lips with every footfall as he made his way down the sidewalk, retracing the steps he had taken just fifteen minutes prior –give or take a few. He had been trusted to bring Ben’s backpack from the apartment –a terrible decision, really, and something they would quickly regret as he showed up with two burritos and no bag. See, he had it when he left the apartment but had gotten distracted by a taco truck. It was there, that he placed the bag on the ground, pulling what little cash he had tucked into the front of his pants to pay for both his and Ben’s burritos. He had been so distracted by the addition of cilantro in his that he had left the bag behind, only remembering when he reached the shop and Ben asked where it was.

Turning the corner so quickly, he scarcely avoided crashing into an old woman carrying an obnoxious number of oranges and called out his apology as he passed. He wasn’t a fan of rushing, preferring to saunter through life in a drug-fueled haze, but he would never hear the end of it if he didn’t find Ben’s things. It didn’t take long before he reached where the truck had been and would have passed it by if it wasn’t for the sound of a foreign voice and the sight of some asshole rummaging through each and every damn pocket. Opening his mouth, he was about to call out as he stomped over but stopped dead in his tracks when the stranger turned to look at him.

His face was familiar –too familiar– though younger. Squinting his eyes, he raised a tattooed hand to rub one of them, smearing his already smudged liner into oblivion before assuming it was the pills. It had to have been. He shook his head, before stepping forward and pointing a finger at not only the man but the scattered books on the ground. Oh, yeah, he was never going to hear the end of this. “That’s my bag, asshole.”

nathan didn’t realize the familiarity of the other man’s face right away, not even getting a good look at him after at first dismissing him with a shrug to return to his rummaging. his attention was quickly recaptured the moment he heard his voice, though, head snapping back up to lock eyes with the stranger once more. the sound was unmistakably familiar, and he immediately recognized it as exactly how he sounded if he were putting on an american accent. then, at that moment, staring at the man with eyebrow’s furrowed in confusion, it clicked in nathan’s head that he was looking at himself-- there were differences, of course, like the ten years that separated them as well as the makeup and clothes that were very far from his usual look, but, still, nathan was narcissistic enough to recognize his own features when he saw them.

a familiar feeling washed over him as it dawned on him, the same feeling he had the day jamie showed up claiming to be his brother: one of disbelief, impossibility, but also excitement toward how this strange turn of events would play out.

“and who are you?” he asked finally, still unable to take his eyes off the other. “wait-- let me guess. this is some freak superpower shit from that storm, isn’t it?” nathan had never been one to be able to hold his tongue, always rambling on about nonsense until it got him into trouble. “oh! I got it,” he exclaimed with a snap of his fingers, “shapeshifter! that’s got to be why you look like me. y’know, I met one of those once, she was a bitch-- she even killed me.” after a moment of going off into his own world of basically talking to himself, he returned to reality to remember the bag in his hands, “right. you can have this back as soon as you tell me what’s going on here.”

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          “UH ? CAN I HELP YOU ?” PIDGE questions as she walks back over to where she’d dropped her bag, an incredulous look taking over her expression. her mind had been so preoccupied earlier with the different tests she had to study for that the fact that her bag slipped right from her grasp hadn’t even registered until she’d gotten to the bus stop to take her to the library. “you literally just threw my shit all over the pavement and have the audacity to complain about what i keep in my school bag ? seriously ?” God, if only she had her bayard. knocking this guy out seems pretty damn fun right about now. she bends down to pick up her textbook on quantum physics, honey eyes glaring daggers at nathan. “don’t take my gum. it’s fruit flavored, and it doesn’t belong to you.”

“school bag? damn, well that explains why it’s so lame.” nathan hadn’t even thought about school in years, not much caring for it why he was in it, and certainly not wanting to think about it once he was out. although, his community service had pretty much felt the same to him. “if you want your tutti frutti back, you’ll just have to come take it,” his words were taunting, accompanied by a lighthearted laugh. you’d think over the years he would have learned that inviting a fight was never a good idea, especially since he almost always ended up losing and hurt, but he just couldn’t seem to help himself. “either that, or give me something in return for it.”

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pastelsmvles‌:

“Are you kidding me?” the words fell past the sorcerer's lips as he managed to finally track down his lost bag. Some kid had stolen it? A small huff came from Merlin as he scurried over to him, watching him just throw the rather old books carelessly to the side. “Those are from the nineteenth century. They are rather old!”

the guy’s exasperated reaction earned nothing but laughter from nathan, shaking his head slightly as he looked the other up and down. “here’s a thought: maybe if they’re so important, don’t leave them out on the sidewalk. haven’t you ever heard of finders keepers?” eyes glancing back down at the books he had tossed to the ground, he chuckled once more, “thanks for the tip, though, mate. maybe I can sell them and make some decent cash.”

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                         THE MOMENT SHE HEARS THAT voice, melody almost trips over, head snapping around so fast, she’s surprised her neck didn’t break. the young woman frowns however, when she realizes that sebastian is not truly there. it’s only some woman who decided to give her a heart attack by playing _under the sea_ for her toddler who is currently throwing a tantrum in the middle of the street. amazing. with a roll of her eyes, melody moves along, sipping from her strawberry banana slushy, eyes already spotting a free bench. her feet are killing her and she just wants to rest for a little while.

as much as he tried not to be annoyed by everything and everyone around him, michael had been given a taste of what the world could be like without people in it, and ever since then, the human race as a whole tended to get on his last nerve. at that moment in particular, it was a screaming toddler that was causing his temper to flare up-- it was really no wonder his family hated him when he was young, children were the worst. though, his attention is redirected when he spotted a young girl whose expression and rolled eyes reflected the exact thoughts running through his own mind, so he decided to follow her, joining on the bench she took a seat on in hopes of striking up a conversation. “hi,” he greeted simply with a friendly smile, “how are you?”

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daisychased‌:

“the people in this town are bloody insane,” the witch grumbles. her arms cross over her chest as she watches some random towns person walk off. she’d just been subjected to yet another bizarre exchange. who is hope ? why do people insist she’s hope ? “if one more person calls me by a different name or asks why i’m ‘doing’ an accent - so help me merlin - i’m going to start swinging,” lily luna decides. 

leaning against a nearby wall, michael watched the exchange through eyes narrowed in confusion before the other person walked away, leaving him to interject and voice his questions. “they think you’re someone you’re not? that’s interesting.” he had seen identity spells before, but none that worked in such a unique way. “have you ever thought about figuring out who that person is and just pretending to be them? it could be fun.”

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pastelsmvles‌:

Chase gave a small pout to the other. Ever since Micheal started regaining his memories, he changed. It was about time. He slightly missed the cold shoulder but he enjoyed their warm embraces ( the things he was denied in their world ). He finally had the man he had been pining for. Even if he tricked him. He didn’t feel any remorse over it. “Yes. I’ll quit the job that I love and keeps a roof over your beautiful head. Of course, you could live in the dorms and I’ll live on the streets. Micheal, my love… I wouldn’t last two seconds out there. Men would throw themselves onto me!” He gave a dramatic gesture.

even in his current state, confused and frustrated with the world, it was difficult to deny that chase knew him well enough to make him feel better, or at least allow him a moment to forget about the annoying thoughts that refused to stop echoing around in his head. “are you sure you wouldn’t throw yourself at them first?” he teased with a small chuckle. 

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fairvercna‌:

     ❝ you’re about five minutes too late, ❞ chloe confesses. she’s perched on top of a bench not too far away from nathan. a lit cigarette is in one hand while the other keeps her from falling backwards ( because sitting on furniture correctly is just too much to ask of her ). in the light of the sunset, her blue hair seems almost electric. chloe places the cigarette between her lips so she can fish out a wallet, a dime bag, a carton of cigarettes, and a small bag of sour worms. ❝ kinda bummed i didn’t notice the gum before though, ❞ she sarcastically sneers.

“well, fuck,” he groaned, ditching the bag from his hands to the ground without a second thought-- not that he ever put much thought into anything he did. “I’ll trade you the gum for a cig,” he offered casually, moving to take a seat on the bench next to her as he spoke. before even allowing her to get a word in, though, he moved quickly to snatch the bag of candy from her, “--but this, I’m claiming. it’s not fair that I get the short end of the stick just because I have shit timing.”

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pastelsmvles‌:

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It had been a long day at the salon. Chase Gallant slowly came into the large apartment with a long sigh. “Babe?” He called out to the other, placing his bag down. “I’m starved. I had the worst day. Mrs. Barbara came in again.” The woman mentioned had to be his worst customer, always picky. She was so much worse than the worst celebrity you could think of. “I need a long bubble bath. And I want one with you.”

a heavy sigh escaped michael’s lips when he heard the other come in the door followed by the sound of a voice calling out to him. he had been enjoying the peace and quiet, having a moment alone to try and make sense of everything happening around him, and hearing gallant’s rambling about what seemed to him like mundane nonsense only served to give him a headache. “I get the feeling you won’t stop bothering me about it if I say no-- so, fine.” that man was incessant, even without the majority of his memories, michael was well aware of that. “--and you know you could just quit if the people there bother you so much.”

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cody fern, cismale ( he/him ), bisexual. did you hear ? MICHAEL LANGDON, a ( canon ) character in ( AMERICAN HORROR STORY ), went deviant 24 HOURS ago ! now they’re a 28 y/o college student. people either think they’re [ CALCULATING & INFLUENTIAL ] or [ AMBIVALENT & CRUEL ] but associate them w/ snakes, red eyeshadow, pentagrams, rings, black leather, and blood stains either way. they DO remember causing the apocalypse and going to the outpost.

so this is my boy the Antichrist™️ who is in the midst of an identity crisis

his memories are really spotty, like some things from his life he remembers, others he doesn’t which is driving him out of his mind

not only that, but also the last thing he remembers for sure is a time when everything was going really well for him. he finally had his life together for once and things were great. it was right after he had everyone in the outpost killed, and right before the witches showed up to foil his evil plots. and now ?? that’s all gone away and he’s back to having no idea what to do. so he’s just so frustrated and confused.

he’s also in denial about being a fictional character like he refuses to believe it even though he knows it’s true. since he based his entire life and identity on being the son of satan, and also everything he did was very fate of the world, life and death sort of things, it hurts him to his core to even think for a second that any of that wasn’t real

now that he’s here, he’s started kinda clinging to the one person that he recognizes which is mr. gallant from the outpost. without his memories, michael was pretty easily manipulated into thinking the two of them were dating especially since gallant was a familiar face that helped ground him in reality. im planning on having his memories return eventually tho and when they do, he’s going to be so pissed

he’s decided to go to college to try to figure the world out. also since he essentially dropped out of elementary school in his canon so that wasn’t something he ever got the chance to do. he is very intelligent, though, he just is kinda clueless as to how the world works in general

anyway, i apologize for him being angsty and mean but please come give him some friends because even though he’s evil, he still needs some bffs <3 or enemies tbh please come fight him

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it didn’t matter what the circumstances, or how the world changed around him, nathan was still unapologetically himself. which meant when he found a bag that someone had obviously dropped by accident on the sidewalk, the responsible choice of trying to find the owner or anything of the sort was the last thought on his mind. instead, he excitedly unzipped every pocket, rifling through it’s contents in search of anything he deemed interesting. “book, book, book,” he listed, tossing objects to the ground dismissively as he went along, “jesus christ, they don’t have any money in here? or a phone, or even a pack of cigarettes? whoever’s this was, they’re obviously a loser.” with a defeated sigh, he looked up from the bag to realize someone was staring at him, “what? did you want a piece of gum? that’s about the best they’ve got in here.”

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robert sheehan, cismale ( he/him ), bisexual. did you hear ? NATHAN YOUNG, a ( canon ) character in ( MISFITS ), went deviant ONE YEAR ago ! now they’re a 21 y/o bartender. people either think they’re [ LIGHTHEARTED & WITTY ] or [ CHILDISH & IRRITATING ] but associate them w/ orange jumpsuits, stolen alcohol, funerals, loud music, bowling alleys, and graffiti either way. they DO remember finishing his community service.

hello hello !! here i am introducing myself by bringing in a character who is just an absolutely horrible person from a show i just recently remembered i love a lot after like 10 years of forgetting about it wowza. but anyway i am super excited to be here and get to know you all <3 just so you know, i love plotting more than anything in the world so definitely feel free to hmu i will be so happy to talk to you!!

and now, without further ado, here’s a bit about nathan’s canon memories:

he’s originally from ireland but moved to london as a teenager where he lived with his mom until she kicked him out, then he was homeless and lived in the community center

he was arrested for stealing candy at a bowling alley ?? which could have easily been not a big deal but he just kept pushing and pushing, making the situation worse for himself because he just does not know when to stop. 

so then he had to do community service which is where he met simon, kelly, alisha, and curtis and they all were struck by lightning and given superpowers. their powers kinda reflect their personalities so, since nathan is just wildly overconfident and has no fear of consequences in anything he does, he became immortal

but he didn’t know he was immortal until he died and later woke up buried in a coffin six feet under-- then freaked everyone out by showing up alive again. basically the entire first season of the show, though, he was trying to figure out what his power could be since everyone else had one

there was also an episode where their powers were reversed in addition to their normal powers so nathan also has the ability to see ghosts.

and now that he’s in the real world, he remembers all of his canon memories, but he has never been the most self aware guy in the world so he kinda doesn’t understand what’s happening but at the same time he doesnt care all that much either-- he’s just going with the flow

as a bonus, some miscellaneous facts about him:

they killed like a lot of people over the course of the show tbh? but it really never seemed to bother him much

he doesn’t know how to drive

he’s always completely broke, never has any money

he is a major bully to everyone he knows

and lastly, he never remembers anyone’s name and always just makes up names for people to call them instead

in conclusion: i love one (1) absolute shithead and his name is nathan young. also here’s a video i found that i think sums up everything you need to know about his personality so here you go https://youtu.be/Idf1Vvk2NYU

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