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[ohno-the-sun]

💬 - How would you describe this AU to a friend who wasn’t in the DCA fandom?

For any/all ur AUs :3

-@icechillix

hohoho this is a fun one

Luca Au- So you know that movie Luca by pixar? what if that but its set in California, all the characters are adults and gay- and its about rebuilding/maintaining both familial and romantic relationships, and coming to terms with your own identity

Mad Scientist Au- so what if we got a fucked up little scientist to do fucked up little things and then gets hubrised- horror abound

Magical Girl Au- Idk man I like pretty dresses- like just look at them they are so pretty like come on man don't you understand they are gorgeous to me listen man listen-

Crime Au- Hear me out I can fix the Netflix adaptation of Shadow and Bone in regards to the Crows storyline just let me insert sun and moon fnaf- I swear I literally fix all the fuck ups they do and insert two really cool characters that play off the others really really well and highlight their own insecurities and bounce off of the whole cast really well just hear me out hear me out-

Black Swan Au- Ya like lesbians 😏

[everybodyhatesmiddleschool]

It has been six excruciating days since I was plunged into the Bridgerton fandom against my will.

I was minding my own business, watching YouTube compilations of the best kisses in TV history, when I unwittingly clicked on a video about Colin and Penelope, and I was immediately down so bad for them.

Let me be clear: Bridgerton was not part of my life before I clicked on that video. I wanted nothing to do with it; I had no intention of ever watching or reading that smut. And then, without warning, it swept in and took me in the night, much like Colin Bridgerton in the back of a carriage.

To say I have been lost in the sauce these past six days would be a gross understatement. The carriage scene is literally ruining my life. I haven’t gone to sleep before 1 a.m. since Sunday, and I have been over an hour late to work every day. Why? Because I cannot stop consuming that godforsaken scene — watching gifs of it over and over, reading y’all’s hilarious takes and memes about it, watching it with the audio descriptions turned on (🥵), watching it with the music removed (🥵🥵), watching Luke and Nicola on their press tour, watching, watching, watching.

Have I started actually watching season 1 of the show? Of course. Did I check out the large-print version of the first book from the library since it was the only copy available? You bet. But I do not care about these other characters and storylines. I want it to be Colin and Penelope on the screen and the page in every sentence and every scene.

And either fortunately or unfortunately, I don’t even have to be looking at a screen to be distracted by them — my daydreaming has never been as maladaptive in my life as it has been this week. I can hardly think of one ten-minute stretch in the past six days in which some imaginary scenario has not been taking over my brain. I want to be part of their world so bad — not just Bridgerton, but Shondaland. As is the case for 90% of all of my daydreams, I want these actors to know I exist. I want them to look at me with just as much awe and love as I look at them. So I might be staring at my computer screen in my cubicle, but in my mind, I’m on a press tour of my own that intersects with theirs. (I’m never the desperate fan with no life in my dreams; my idols always see me as their equal). I might be driving my commute in my car, but in my mind, they’re congratulating me about my own novel being optioned by Netflix. I might be brushing my teeth in my bathroom, but in my mind, we’re laughing together on Graham Norton’s couch.

But Lord, here comes that freaking carriage scene once again, inserting itself into my mind (pun unavoidable). I cannot get over it. I’m so stuck there that I’ve found myself wearing shoes I don’t remember putting on, carrying coffee mugs I don’t remember putting in my bag, driving a speed limit I don’t remember agreeing to as acceptable. There is laundry that needs to be folded. Bills need to be paid. Emails need to be deleted en masse without reading. But I can’t find the door that will let me out of this damn carriage.

I had a conversation with myself two days ago about how we might be able to adapt to this new living situation. After a few temper tantrums, I finally said, “Girl, if you’re going to watch this scene 1,000 times, you have got to find a way to make it a constructive part of your life.” So I did what any rational adult would do: I started writing a scholarly paper about why it’s so powerful — not just for me but, according to the internet, for a lot of women. And I have every intention of writing an entire paper about this … if I can find the time. I’m just so busy right now with consuming this damn scene.

Was starting to write that article enough to satiate my obsession with this scene, with this show and these actors? Of course not. So this morning, I started writing a spicy scene of my own, featuring not Colin and Penelope but two other vaguely outlined characters who I’m sure I’ll give names and personalities to later. I was literally sitting in my cubicle, hunched over my planner, writing down snippets of sexiness in as small a print as possible in case someone walked up on me and looked over my shoulder without me noticing. And I’m not gonna lie: this shit’s good. I’ve never written smut before, because I’ve never had enough spice in my own life to feel like I’d be able to do it justice on paper. But that imagination of mine — she’s a freak. And my mind? My mind has moved way past the gutter. It is now in the outhouse. It’s in the slop with the pigs.

It should have come as no surprise, but as usual, the act of actually writing down the jumble of mess in my brain has had the effect of breaking some of the spell. I was also forced to focus on work because of looming deadlines, and I currently feel calmer than I have since Sunday. But I am truly living in fear of June 13. I cannot go through this again, and I know that I’m bound to, because I know that what’s been shown so far won’t hold a candle to what’s coming. And if I get down bad any further, I will be deep enough in the ground for this to become my final resting place. I’m not ready to be buried, but it feels inevitable.

But somehow, despite my own wants and fears, and despite the fact that we haven’t even been introduced yet to the bedroom where Colin and Penelope are sure to end up, I am somehow already lurking from behind the window curtains in the corner, peeking out at them doing the deed. I know what I hope I’ll see: based on the excerpt I’ve seen from the book, they will be in front of a mirror — expressly because Colin wants Penelope to see herself in full for the glorious goddess she is, and she will look at her sexy, bare self with just as much pride and love as we viewers behind the screen will (but probably with slightly less lust than Colin, who I pray will be very loud about how hot she is).

I am dreaming about this scene, but I dread it. Because if it’s as good as the carriage scene, I will immediately be re-enscripted and sent right back to the trenches where I spent the last six days. I’m excited, but I’m scared. And I’m afraid of getting lost in the woods again, because I know that if I do, I won’t want to be found.

[crooked-wasteland]

As much as I hate to criticize Viv so much, I can't help but mention how she's not far from another showrunner name Adi Shankar. For context, he's an Indian guy known for making the characters swear a ton and also act like a cringey edgelord.

The difference is that he tends to take already existing IPs and butcher them to the point they end up alienating loyal fans of those said IPs as he makes unnecessary changes. His shows are all pretty similar to Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. He doesn't even understand the source material he's adapting, why they're so special in the first place. Also, his characters always talk in this angsty, tired voice.

My first intro to him was the Captain Laserhawk series on Netflix and my god! It's like Hazbin Hotel but instead they made a beloved game character name Rayman into a washed-up celebrity who starts shooting people though they're all baddies and they had to make it like an allegory to racism (like he is like this optimistic alien creature living in a human society and his main goal is to fight for equality).

Adi Shankar also worked on a recently new show called Devil May Cry which became an allegory to U.S. politics and end up in hot water for supposedly likening the demons to Middle Eastern refugees. The original DMC was never straight-up political (if it did, it was subtle).

The reason I shared this is because I can't help but wonder how these people are still able to find opportunities despite not having any outstanding reputation in the fandom. They tend to write self-inserts regardless if it would work like how the White Rabbit (one of the only best part of the show) is supposed to represent Adi Shankar while Charlie/Stolas represents Viv.

Their shows are borderline self-indulgent fanfics you would find on AO3. To give credit where it's due, at least Viv tried to make her own original show than straight-up adaptations. Sorry for the ramble! I just hope to get this off my chest. I'm just tired of seeing these mediocre reboots, adaptations and shows polluting the industry these days.

Not terribly much I can say here as I've never seen Adi Shankar's work, but I am interested in the DMC reboot you mentioned. Thank you for drawing my attention to this, I may be interested in doing some silly research.

[yandere-sins]

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[dmbakura]

In light of you getting annoying messages, just wanted to respond with a positive one instead! Thank you for being one of the few DMC blogs that’s in my curated little bubble. This fandom IS wild, it’s rough in these streets, I feel like I’m trapped between people who are a bit too invested in incest for my taste and absolutely rampant misogyny. You are an oasis in a sea of madness.

And man, old heads are being deeply annoying about the Netflix series. I’m not a fan of some of the changes— I feel like making Dante utterly clueless about Sparda/his own heritage robs some of the emotional weight behind the narrative and makes his story too similar to Nero’s— but it’s been insane watching people having meltdowns about things that were never explicitly said in canon. Like the idea that demons are inherently evil? Despite us seeing that demons can feel love in the games? And humans being bad guys? Almost like… “humanity” is a state of mind and an active choice to be kind? I think it’s fair to argue that in the games demons tend towards anger (based on how Devil Triggers are described as feeling), but I don’t see the issue with the new series doing away with whatever biological essentialism the series may have hinted at. It’s like who are you where this idea threatens you so much, the George W. allegory in his dorky cowboy hat????

I went into the series with the complete expectation that it was an AU (which it is. it's always been advertised as such and it's never claimed to be canon) so having that baseline keeps me open minded to whatever changes they make, because they don't affect the canon of the series whatsoever. apparently, a lot of people can't separate the two series, and feel they're inherently at odds with each other or that netflix is trying to overwrite the game canon when it's not. I feel like that's where a lot of the anger and aggression comes from. changes, even minor alterations to canon, are gonna be viewed as an attack on the source material, or as the netflix creators thinking they can "do better" than canon, like it's born out of contempt for the source material. honestly, I don't see it with dmc netflix. it feels like something that really cares about dmc. and it cares so much about it that it doesn't try and insert itself into the canon timeline.

that's honestly a big thing for me. I'm not sure I would have liked it as much if it was just another piece of supplemental dmc material to backfill the game canon. that severely limits what you can show in an adaptation, and if the series had just been directly dmc3 but animated, I would have been disappointed. that idea isn't inherently a bad one at all. it's safe, and there have been successful adaptations that do something like that (I just watched the nier automata anime, for example, which is very close to game canon) but for dmc? I personally wanted something new to chew on, and I'm OVERJOYED the netflix anime delivered on that front. I didn't want "safe".

thank you for the message! I've connected with a lot of people over the anime and I'm glad there are people willing to go along for the ride instead of just condemning the entire thing. I definitely don't think it's a perfect adaptation at all, and I'll be paying close attention to the upcoming season(s) to see where they go with it, but I'm mostly just happy to have more devil may cry to chew on. we've been waiting so long

[jokeringcutio]

"The Star Clown" - One Piece & FFNAF Crossover - Reader Insert (Implied William Afton x Reader & Buggy x Reader) (1...)

AN: Not sure how to tag this, can be seen as a follow-up on [this is a nice job ](which doesn't feature Buggy), or can be seen as the first of a series involving Buggy in this setting.

Summary: You're working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place for William Afton and Mr. Henry, when a new clown comes to perform. Buggy 'the star clown' is a grumpy pirate-clown. But he is also ... attractive.

Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, One Piece (Especially the Netflix adaptation Buggy Rating: Teen? Warnings: Older man/younger woman, Nothing Explicit (yet), Only implied William Afton x Reader & Buggy x Reader, Flirting with bad guys? Touching without consent. Grumpy pirate clown with backstory. Modern day life/Contemporary setting. Lucy is sweet and Erica is up for some. Reader likes her job around kids. Not betaread. [ Support x ]

“He should be here any minute,” you heard the gruff voice of your boss. Mr. Afton was standing in the doorway to his office, gesturing at Erica who was having the same shift as you today, clearly giving instruction.

“Send him to me when he gets here.”

You darted between tables, the clamor of excited voices and the electric jingle of arcade games thrumming in your ears. Balloons bobbed on strings like cheerful specters, casting multicolored shadows over the cake-smeared faces of children hopped up on sugar and the thrill of play. The air was thick with the scent of pizza grease and icing, like a cocktail of childhood indulgence.

"Refills!" a small, imperious voice commanded. You obliged, pouring soda into a cup with the practiced ease of someone who'd done this a thousand times before.

You had, but hey… This was so much better than the last job you had held. Imagine that.

"More napkins!" another demanded from across the room. You grabbed a stack, weaving through the chaos like it was a dance.

"So this Buggy?"Lucy's voice reached your ears from behind the prize counter. "Are you excited?”

Erica’s laugh was a joyful melody over the excited noises all around you. She stood next to the counter, leaning her hip against it. "I mean, I hope he’s at least entertaining. I heard he’s a Pirate Clown.”

“You mean some grown-ass man dresses up like a pirate clown?” Lucy’s disbelief was audible and it made you halt your step and choke back a giggle. Lucy was such a gullible girl, but the way she could be astounded about things was absolutely comical. Bless her.

“Yes. Fits the whole theme of the party nicely,” Erica continued as if she hadn’t noticed Lucy’s surprise. “Pirate parties are popular.”

“But there’s no such thing as a clown pirate, is there?” Lucy was still astonished when you rounded by a bit too close and she latched onto you, calling your name.

“Have you ever heard of a clown pirate?” she looked at you all earnestly, a deep frown on her delicate features, her long blonde ponytail draped over her shoulder as she held onto your shoulder in concern. “A pirate clown?”

Before you could answer, the door swung open with a bravado that snatched the air from the room.

Buggy ‘the Star Clown’ – as they called him – entered the building with a flair that had the three of you looking at him breathlessly.

You had seen many clowns from Ha-Ha’s agency, but this one was unlike any you had expected. They had tall guys, big guys, small ones, thin ones like ‘Carnival’ – who did most of the gigs here. But this one… You stood frozen at the spot as the light from outside lit up the tall and well-built man’s frame.

Blue hair, wild and untamed, spilled out the sides of a pirate tricorn headpiece, the jolly roger grinning wickedly at its front. His mustard-colored coat hung open, showing a striped jacket clinging to his frame, hinting at the strength beneath.

"Damn," Erica's voice dropped to a whisper, her earlier mockery forgotten.

"I suppose a clown pirate ‘s not so bad then," Lucy murmured back, eyes trailing over Buggy's form like fingers itching to touch.

You silently agreed but opted to remain quiet, admiring the man from afar.

He moved, the three of you moving your heads along. Boots, black as the abyss, carried him forward with an easy confidence. The brown cravat around his neck did little to cover the naked chest underneath, glistening with a sheen of sweat in the dim light of the restaurant.

His brown pants were wrapped tight around his well-shaped legs. His face was painted white like a clown’s with a Jolly Rodger skeleton and skull painted on his forehead. Blue stripes adorned his eyes. His nose was a clown’s. Red. White gloves, innocent yet deceptive, flexed at his sides. And yet, he had something dangerously seductive about him. His blue eyes seemed to smolder as he stepped inside.

“He’s fit,” Erica gasped, fluttering one of the coasters as if to cool herself down a little.

"Fit doesn't even start to cover it," Lucy breathed out, stealing glances.

"Grown-ass man or not, I wouldn't mind him boarding my ship," Erica added, a smirk tilting her lips as she deliberately ignored your groan. She placed the coaster down and pushed herself away from the bar. “This is my cue.”

“You’re lucky the boss asked you to chaperone ‘im,” Lucy whispered while Erica passed her. Then she called after her a little louder. “Good luck. Go get ‘im tiger.”

She turned to you with a wide smile. “Aint she lucky, eh?” She said. And all you could do was nod. You quickly spun on your heels and picked up an empty tray to keep yourself busy, filling it with empty cups and boxes from the party tables.

Behind you, you heard Lucy’s lilting voice as she happily helped parents and kids who came to place orders. You also heard Erica’s excited giggles as she led Buggy to William Afton.

You shuffled past the glittering arcade machines. Buggy stood off to the side, partially hidden behind a garishly painted pillar, his broad back to the room. Mr. Afton, your boss, approached him with that too-wide smile plastered on his face, the one that never quite reached his eyes.

"Everything set for the grand entrance?" Afton asked, voice dripping with faux warmth.

"Damn speaker's busted again," Buggy spat out, his voice a growl, laced with frustration. His white-gloved hands flexed into fists at his sides, the red-and-white stripes of his jacket stretching over his muscular arms.

"Fix it later," Afton dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Erica, can you put this on the main?” You saw how he handed her a USB stick that Buggy must have handed him earlier on. Erica hurried off.

William Afton’s eyes slid to you and you quickly turned away from them. “I’m glad you’re on time. Not your first Rodeo, I heard.”

“Been doing these things for a while,” Buggy grunted. “Fuck, sorry. I just don’t seem to have my day.”

You lost track of the conversation, their voices blurring into the background noise while you cleaned and stepped further away from them.

The new clown looked handsome in this odd, unpredictable way. Even your colleagues were affected, turning into true Buggy simps.

But looks can be deceiving, you reminded yourself. His language was foul, worse than any of the other clowns you’d seen perform. His expression even fouler. Why would Afton hire a man like that?

Could Buggy even entertain kids?

He somehow didn’t seem qualified to do that.

He might look attractive, with a glint in his eye and well-shaped legs, muscled arms, a strong chest… Okay, stop your thoughts right there. You squeezed the handles of the tray a little tighter and forced a smile when a kid came running by. Looks weren’t everything, you had to remind yourself firmly.

Luckily no one could read your thoughts or see the filth your mind provided. You shouldn’t think such thoughts in a public place full of young kids and boisterous families. You’d come closer to the entrance again, to Afton’s office, and heard the first tunes of music.

Then, your boss’s voice. “Showtime, Buggy."

"Sure, put on the show, dance the dance," Buggy muttered under his breath, his blue hair shifting as he shook his head in barely concealed disgust. He turned sharply on his heel, the black boots thudding against the floor.

The music queued up, a jaunty, sea shanty tune, and Buggy transformed before your eyes. The foul temper seemed to evaporate as he strode to the front, a swagger in his step that drew the room's attention like moths to a flame. Children's faces lifted, eyes wide, mouths agape.

“Yes, that’s right. Look at me, kids, I am the star here. Star Captain.” Buggy bellowed, the gruffness gone, replaced by an exaggerated cheer. "Ahoy, mateys!" His voice boomed, filling every corner of the room.

“So… Has anyone of you ever seen a circus… on a ship?”

He launched into his act with a sailor's grace, limbs flowing from one acrobatic feat to another. He somersaulted, landing with a flourish that made the kids shriek with delight. With a flick of his wrist, colorful scarves appeared, which he juggled effortlessly, throwing them higher and higher until they brushed the ceiling.

"Look at 'im go!" a child squealed, pointing as Buggy caught the scarves and transitioned into a mock sword fight with an invisible foe. He parried and thrust, his every movement a dance, the clown makeup enhancing the dramatic expressions that played across his face.

“It’s like his body is everywhere at once,” another kid gasped.

You noticed how Erica and Lucy shared a look.

“I wouldn’t mind having one of his body parts move over here,” Erica muttered, which had you stifle a smirk.

"Bravo! Bravo!" the chorus of tiny voices cheered, clapping their hands in rhythm with the beat. Laughter bubbled up around you, infectious, bright. You had the odd feeling that someone was watching you, but shook it off.

A little girl with pigtails bounced on her toes, entranced by Buggy's performance. Her joy was pure, unfiltered. It made you ache, a longing for something you couldn't name.

"More, more!" the children chanted as Buggy finished with a bow so deep the blue strands of hair that fell from his hat swept the floor. He was fit and lean all right. And that for a man of his stature.

It took a lot of you not to keep watching, entranced. You knew your female colleagues were struggling with the same. Especially Lucy was bad at hiding it, getting flustered each time she had to shake herself out of her daydreams when someone wanted to place an order.

You tried to keep up with your tasks, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t watch the show while scrubbing tables or picking up trays. You noticed how Mr. Afton had kept his office door wide open – a thing he hardly did unless he wanted to keep an eye on someone on the staff. You suspected he was observing the new clown and thought nothing of it.

Those eyes you felt burning into you every now and again? You had suspected it was your boss keeping a check on you. But Mr. Afton was always busy with his paperwork whenever you looked his way, so it couldn’t be him, right?

Buggy was too focused on his youthful spectators, and Lucy and Erica were too focused on him, so they weren’t the ones watching you either. Perhaps it was some dad or mom, or a curious kid. You shrugged and tried to ignore the feeling whenever it came up.

By the time Buggy’s show came to an end, you were leaning against the counter. Buggy was definitely magnetic, pulling every eye to him with the force of gravity. It was hard if not impossible to look away.

"Oooh, he’s good…" Lucy whispered, her eyes still firmly pinned on Buggy and not leaving his form for a single moment. She had her arms folded in front of her chest and you couldn’t help but notice how she was pushing up her breasts a little more, standing on her tiptoes, eyes following every movement the pirate clown made with admiration.

"Who knew a clown could be... hot?" Erica murmured, fanning herself with a napkin. "Like, seriously."

You nodded, words lodged in your throat, smothered by the raw energy that Buggy exuded. His presence felt dark and electric.

He finished his performance with a flourish and the room erupted into applause. The kids were instantly on their feet, some jumping up and down, others clapping until their hands hurt, surrounding him, hugging him, thanking him. And when he hugged them back in such a natural way, it made your knees feel weak. You were almost a hundred percent certain that Lucy and Erica felt the same.

Hormone alert, you thought. You’d better turn away now before your mind would start making up all these fantasies…

Quickly spinning on your heels, you dove back to busy yourself behind the bar, confident that you could avoid looking at the handsome pirate clown so long as he was out of your sight.

But then he came striding towards you, a purposeful sway in his step.

"I could use a drink," he grunted, dropping onto a stool at the bar. It wasn't a question. It was a command.

Talk about rude...

"Sure," you stammered, heat creeping up your neck. You grabbed a cup, hands trembling. Ice clinked like warning bells as you filled it.

"Soda okay?" No way you were going to offer him anything the boss kept in the back for the thirsty dads. Not if he was already this moody...

"Whatever." His indifference was a sharp contrast to the flair of his performance. It should have put you off.

It didn't.

As he sat there, staring at the top of the bar, broad shoulders hunched, you couldn’t help but look at the blue hair that peeked out from under the white and red striped bandana. It wasn’t a wig like so many clowns used, you noticed. It was his actual hair, dyed blue. Commitment. There was a frown upon his painted face which deepened as he looked up from the bar’s surface, and those hypnotic blue-green eyes came to rest upon you.

You quickly glanced away.

"Here." You slid the drink across the counter, avoiding the pull of his gaze.

The blue stripes above and below his eyes crinkled as his lips curled into a smile, the smudged red paint around his lips made it look like he grinned even wider. His makeup reminded you a little of the other clowns that entertained here, all sent by the same agency.

"Thanks," he mutters, wrapping his white-gloved fingers around the cup.

Your breath caught as his hand brushed yours, a spark igniting somewhere deep inside. Not this again, you thought, remembering that something similar to this had happened not too long ago. A performer who had deliberately brushed past your hand when reaching for his drink, the room suddenly getting too hot, you wondering if the hot performer could be flirting with you...

"Must be hard, doing this..." You trailed off, inviting him to fill the silence with his story.

He huffed, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his painted mouth. "Every damn day is rough when you're playing the fool." He took a hefty swig from his drink, grimacing as if the soda could wash away the bitterness.

"Used to have different plans, you know? But life... it doesn't care about your plans."

“What happened?" You carefully asked, looking over to see that Lucy was being kept busy at a table. Erica was nowhere in sight. When your eyes settled upon Buggy again, the man seemed deep in thought. His gaze was distant, as if he was reliving a memory.

"Parents checked out early. Left me with a sister to look after." His voice cracked like old leather, worn and strained. His eyes suddenly snapped to you, his gaze intense. "This gig keeps a roof over our heads."

"Sorry to hear that," you said, the words sincere. You could suddenly see it now, the strain behind the facade, the weight that he invisibly carried on his shoulders.

“She’s just twelve,” he added, swirling the drink in his cup but not lifting it. “Loved to play pirates when she was younger. When I got the call to come and work as a clown, I wasn’t glad. Me, being a clown? I hate those red noses. But then she told me I could be both. Had me dress up as a pirate clown for her. Made her smile. And so I went out there and here I am.”

That had you silent for a moment, glancing at your hands. How to react to something like that?

“Been doing this now for five years and she’s still my biggest fan,” Buggy said, voice thick with emotion. “She keeps me going.”

When you looked up again you saw he was still staring at you, but something in his eyes had softened. A glossy sheen betrayed unshed tears that he managed to blink away with practiced skill.

You forced a small smile, leaning a little over the bar to him. “I think you’re a brave man,” you hesitated, not certain if you should put your hand on his arm to comfort him – as was your instinct to do. His eyes followed your hand, so you did. Just a short, gentle touch. “And an amazing performer.”

His arm felt searing hot underneath your palm, but you rested your hand there for just a moment longer, savoring his warmth despite the layers of clothes in between.

“And a good brother,” you added softly, mindful of how private this conversation felt despite being in such a public place.

Slowly, his eyes crawled their way up to meet yours again. The frown on his forehead wrinkled less. And finally, you retracted your hand. A moment longer and it would have become embarrassing. Too much.

"Thanks, darling," he said, the 'darling' rolling off his tongue like a secret promise. "Means something, coming from you."

You flashed him a smile.

“How’s your job?”

His question made you stumble and you listened to his hearty laugh. “What?” You asked as you recollected yourself and stood straight again behind the bar. “Do you want to apply?”

“Perhaps,” Buggy smirked, lifting the cup to his lips. “I’ve heard they have lovely staff here.”

“And lovely bosses,” a low gritty voice sounded. You turned around to look at your boss, William Afton, who stood looming behind you. The indoor lights reflected in his glasses, hiding his eyes from you. His lips were pressed into a thin line, arms folded in front of his chest.

He wasn't pleased.

“Nice job there, Buggy. We’ll have a chat when I get back. For now,” you heard your name being called but were too distracted by Afton’s hand on your shoulder to notice. “I need you for a moment.”

Mr. Afton then called for Lucy to come and mind the bar. She did so with a blush on her cheeks, stammering, and clumsily knocking a chair over on her way to the bar. Gosh, she really had it bad for the pirate clown, you thought.

Sourly, you followed your boss into his office, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as you wondered what he had called you in for.

The office was cool and quiet, with the musty scent of old paper and leather. Mr. Afton closed the door, indicating that this conversation was private. You could hear the distant sounds of children laughing, their joy muffled by the thick walls, and Afton's footsteps that echoed as he moved to his desk - an ancient thing carved from dark wood and littered with papers. He sat down on the edge of it and picked up a clipboard. He looked it over once, his frown deepening and lips pursing.

"Check the list for tomorrow's parties,” he stated flatly, lifting a clipboard and holding it up for you to take.

You approached his desk with hesitant steps, pulling the checklist toward you. Afton's gaze was unyielding, almost burning into you, and you quickly focused on the list in your hands. The paper was printed neatly with columns of names and requests for cakes, decorations, and entertainment. All standard fare for children seeking out the thrill of Freddy Fazbear's.

The creaking of the desk betrayed that Afton had left it. You heard him move behind you in the room while you placed the list on the desk and bent over it, checking off items one by one.

Afton’s footsteps were heard. The air tingled with electricity, his presence dominated the room. Your senses heightened.

Then you felt it. His hands, unexpected and uninvited, rested lightly on your neck. It wasn't threatening, but it wasn't comforting either. It was ambiguous and startling – an intimate touch masquerading as something casual.

"Such tense muscles," he murmured, as though that explained his touch. You felt the hot whisper of breath against your neck. "You should relax."

His touch was feather-light but it felt like brands against your skin. You swallowed hard, trying to focus on the list again, but the letters blurred into a sea of ink.

"What is all this about?" you asked, more to yourself than him. Your voice sounded small in the cavernous room.

"Just making sure your focus is right," he replied cryptically, his voice a low whisper while his fingers brushed over the column of your neck again, ostensibly checking for knots or stiffness.

You shivered despite yourself.

"Is it all there?" He asked, voice low and raspy while his fingertips brushed past your sensitive skin.

"It’s all there," you confirmed, placing the clipboard down on his desk with more force than necessary.

Afton retreated suddenly as if pulling back from a flame. With his hands gone, you dared to turn around again. But he was already on his way back to the desk, sitting behind it this time, and running a hand through his greying hair. He grunted softly, a sound that didn’t quite reach warmth, and then moved in his seat. Was he adjusting himself down there? Your eyes widened and quickly darted up. Relieved, you saw that he was picking up the clipboard, his eyes on the list and not on you.

"Good." Afton didn't look up at you. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the list before him. "That was all."

Discomfort twisted in your belly as you stood there for a moment longer than needed, hesitating. But Afton seemed absorbed in his work now, not sparing you another word or glance. You quickly left the office, leaving the door ajar.

What had truly Mr. Afton wanted from you? To touch you? That couldn't be right. Right?

The carnival-like chaos of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place enveloped you once more. The clinking of tokens, electronic beeps of games being played, and the constant hum of conversation did little to dispel the unease curling through your veins like vines.

Buggy's voice, smooth as the slide of silk against skin, cut through the low hum of conversation, "- and it's out there, this 'One Piece,' just waiting for me to find it." His hands gestured expansively, painting pictures in the air that Lucy and Erica seemed desperate to grasp. Your colleagues were leaning on the bar, hanging onto Buggy’s every word.

“Wait, what is this one piece exactly?” Lucy asked, fully invested in Buggy’s tale.

"The job that'll set me up for life," he continued with a glint in his eye that mirrored distant treasure. "No more costumes or grease paint. Something that’ll make me rich."

Lucy giggled. “Now wouldn’t that be nice?”

Erica leaned forward, her voice a purr of curiosity, "Any idea what it’ll be? Acting? Modeling?"

Well, he could with his looks, you thought as you silently approached.

His lips quirked into a smile, but before he could weave another word into his story, his gaze wandered past them and fixed on you. Silence hung heavy for a moment as Buggy's demeanor shifted.

"Well, well," he said with a playful upward tilt to his words. "Look who's back. Hope your ‘lovely’ boss wasn’t too hard on ya.”

Hard. You can say that again, you thought sardonically, your thoughts drifting back to the movement Afton had made once he had sat down. The little lift of his hips, the flick of his wrist just below the desk's edge.

From the corners of your eyes, you could see how Lucy and Erica were covering their lips and giggling at the way Buggy called Mr. Afton ‘lovely’. Yeah, he was an old sourpuss.

"Nothing I couldn't handle.”

Lucy's brow creased with genuine concern as she turned to you, the previous amusement fading. "He didn't give you a tough time, did he? You know how he can be..."

You felt Buggy's eyes still on you, a hint of something darker lurking beneath his clownish persona.

"It was nothing," you reassured them. "Really."

Lucy’s hushed tone barely reached over the din of children’s laughter and arcade noise. "He can be...intense. Just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Buggy's chuckle was low and gravelly, not matching his colorful appearance. You turned to look at him.

"If he's giving you trouble,” he started as he toyed with his almost empty cup. “I can get nasty for the right reasons." His words were laced with humor on the surface but carried an undercurrent of something darker, more primal.

He wanted to protect you? Your eyes widened at the realization. You just hoped there was no protection needed.

“Oh my,” Erica gasped, once again fluttering a coaster near her cheeks to cool her undoubtedly heated thoughts. 'Get nasty'. Perv. Lucy looked flustered as well, her eyes firmly on the pirate clown.

Buggy grinned, then chuckled, and then started laughing so infectiously that Lucy and Erica had to laugh too. Even you were having a hard time not joining in and caught yourself chuckling like a schoolgirl with a crush. But you couldn’t help it. Buggy's laugh was rich and warm; it filled spaces within you that Afton's cold fingers had left untouched.

“Well, very funny,” you huffed, suddenly mindful of the way Mr. Afton’s office door was left slightly ajar. Had he been listening in on the entire conversation? Now that was a horrible thought.

“I’m going to check on the tables,” you said before Buggy could interrupt you. He already stood with his lips apart, ready to interfere. “Before I tempt fate.”

Buggy quirked a brow before shouting after you “it’s not only fate you’re tempting”, but you were fast, sprinting away and onto the restaurant floor to pick up empty cups and plates.

For several minutes after you’d left the bar, you could hear Buggy’s voice over the music as he and Erica and Lucy talked. Then, the low voice of Mr. Afton called Buggy away and it suddenly felt easier to breathe. A little butterfly fluttered in your chest. Worry, lust, attraction, confusion. It was all there, cluttered in that place that also harbored your heart.

“Get a grip,” you muttered, hoping no one saw your inner struggle. “He’s just another clown. And your boss doesn’t try to feel you up. You’re imagining things.”

But were you truly?

AN: Hey, look, I did a thing. Hungry for more? I've got loads of drabbles, prompt fills, short and long fics on my page so go and check out my pinned post for the masterlist (or the menu to your left when you're in your browser). Enjoy and follow for more ♥

[fandom-rpfinder]

Hi, pookies! 26F (she/her) looking for some role-playing partners.

About me and my writing:

third person, multi-para, 200-500+ words (discord's limit is fine), english and portuguese (PT);

I tend toward long term plots if my partner is equally interested;

I can double and handle multiple plots at once;

heavy inclination toward MxF and CCxCC; OCs and OCxCC will be considered in a case-by-case basis;

I try to reply consistently and match my partner's activity, but I might miss a few days on occasion; I usually continue to be active OOC and we can always plot;

themes: found family, slice of life, romance, fantasy; crossovers and alternate universes welcomed and encouraged;

I don't have many triggers, but I don't do: self-inserts, omegaverse, bdsm; nsfw might be considered but not as the main focus of the rp;

discord (with tupperbox) is preferred, but I can also write on tumblr.

About my partner:

be 21+;

be freaky about the muses and be willing to plot together;

not a ghost - if you're busy, tell me, I will understand; if the plot doesn't excite you anymore, tell me, we can try a different one; if I did something wrong, tell me, I want to fix it;

Beware! Blank blogs, blogs with no apparent personalized content or blogs with no age in the description will not be contacted.

And now, for the fun stuff. There are many more fandoms and characters I write for, but here are some of my current cravings. We can discuss the others later in the chat. If applicable, the characters I'm looking to write are marked in bold.

Once Upon a Time (+++)

ships: Daniel Colt/Regina Mills (past or AU), Belle/Gold

iso: basically any characters to write my Regina against; I have a few plots in mind, but I'm always open for more

some ideas include: Heroes and Villains story book, crossovers with other fairy tales, and respective adaptations (Disney or otherwise), or other fandoms

The Witcher (++)

preferably books and/or games (you'll have to be convincing if you want Netflix)

ships: Yennefer/Geralt, Triss/Geralt

iso: any characters and plots

Marvel (+)

mcu, comic books, animation

ships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers/James Rhodes, Anna Marie/Remy LeBeau

iso: any characters and plots

Interact with this post if interested and I'll contact you!

~ Heart ���

📺 📚 🎬

[calliopieces]

Curious about what the very first fic you wrote was. Not like shared but even if it was scribbled on a decaying piece of paper it counts. Your writing is amazing and you are incredible <3

Thank you for the ask and for your kind words, anon 🥹

My very first fic (which I scribbled on a very old grade school notebook that I can't find anymore lol) was for a manga series called Rozen Maiden. The series is about these sentient porcelain dolls with superpowers fighting each other.

In true self-inserting weeb fashion, I remember drawing a very overpowered OC and wrote how she would fare in battle against the canon characters.

Over the years, all fic ideas for the fandoms I've been in just stayed as ideas. I've always loved ATLA, but I never thought I would publish anything. That is until I rewatched the animated series after the Netflix adaptation came out.

I've always thought Mai and Zuko were cute, but when I rewatched Book 3, my feelings for them just reached new heights LOL and after feasting on so many good food under the Mai/Zuko ao3 tag, I wanted to contribute!!

So I'd say nothing and no one else compelled me to write the way Maiko did. I'm so sorry for rambling and if this got too long 😭 Thank you again anon!!

[theweeklydiscourse]

The whole “the Darkling groomed Zoya” narrative was by far one of the worst developments that happened in the Netflix adaptation. It’s extremely dumb for many reasons, but there are two that stand out to me.

1. The relationship they have is never portrayed as one that was a product of grooming. The show never delves into how their relationship started and convey that manipulative edge through the Darkling’s actions. If anything, it comes off as Zoya pathetically throwing herself at him with NO CONTEXT while the Darkling dismisses her in a moment with scalding secondhand embarrassment. Not to mention that they never elaborate on this relationship further, it never plays a role in anyone’s character arc, it’s just…bafflingly there.

2. The idea that the show was communicating that Zoya had been groomed is once again, people inserting more meaning into the text without anything to actually support their interpretation. Zoya/Darkling isn’t presented as emotionally poignant or tragic for Zoya, it’s literally exists to show the Darkling’s devotion to Alina. If they wanted to do a more substantial commentary on the nature of grooming, they would’ve done it differently. But as it stands? There is very little evidence that “grooming” was their intention at all.

It’s so so stupid and I absolutely despise it. On a fandom level, all it does it’s add fuel to the anti fire and gives them ammunition to virtue signal and boast about how smart they are for buying into idiotic writing choices.

I've genuinely I've always wondered about Aleksander's and Zoya's relationship throughout the series? I wonder specifically about when he learned that zoya had harmed Alina during combat training and I'm curious how he must have felt about the situation? Would love to hear your thoughts on this!!

Love the stuff you do!!

(TW!!: Grooming!)

Thank you for your kind words, anon! 🥹🫶

About the Darkling and Zoya I just have to make clear that this whole grooming thing is bullshit.

1) Grooming means when an adult harasses a minor in order to sexually abuse them (and the Darkling sure as fuck didn't want that and he wasn't like that).

2) The idea that the Darkling went around saying "You and I are going to change the world" to each one of his followers doesn't make sense and takes away the pleasure from Darklina fans that until recently believed he had only said it to Alina (which btw it would make more sense if he had said it only to her).

Anyway!

Their relationship was strictly professional as far as we know. Zoya had a huge crush on him and I bet the Darkling knew it. He was no fool. But he never reciprocated and nothing happened between them.

Now about that training incident. 🙂

The Darkling must have been FURIOUS.

I believe he always respected Zoya for her skills and proficiency in power but after he heard what she did, he must had wanted to smack her across the face.

Zoya was only a Squaller. A powerful one, yes, but still a Squaller. He can find hundreds of her across the world. But Alina is the Sun Summoner. And there is only one of her.

And the fact that he awaited for a Sun Summoner for centuries only to find out Zoya almost extinguished her and his hope to end the Grisha wars, must had made him determined to put her back in her place.

- He took her amplifier (So he let her use her powers without any help. And, also, amplifiers signify that a Grisha is a favourite of the Darkling's. So when he took it from her, it's like he said "You're no longer one of my favourites. Now you know it and the rest will see it").

- He sent her away (Again to humiliate her and also to make sure that she won't hurt Alina again and end this fight between them. And probably because he didn't want to see her face for awhile as well).

He must have also thought of her stupid and reckless for doing such a thing. Immature too. She's openly one of his favourites so behaving this way is not proper.

[ne0nwithazero]

AAALSO A QUESTION FOR YOUR MIKE DESIGN! why cant Host just leave Mike you know Detached? M just curious

Aaaaa I'm still developing them so sorry if my replies are a bit weird hahaha Thank you for asking though!

They can detach from each other no problem! But Mike can't move on his own so he needs Host to get around. They usually prefer to stay plugged into each other

I still need a better reason for Host to keep Mike around, even though one of the reasons if that they enjoy his company, need him to talk for them when they can't communicate by themselves and he's the only one that gets them :) Maybe they have kind of a weird psychic connection when plugged together??

I imagine Host is more vulnerable to Gaster's influence, who is the reason they're mute to begin with, and whatever fucked up stuff Gaster puts in them, also transfers to Mike so they get to be both messed up at the same time :)

[soft-quirrel]

Do you want a sprite cranberry

sure

[usaghinanami99]

Urgh, yeah, that may seem like a small difference at first glance, but those two sentences really do convey different meanings, and one of them outright goes against the very basis of Takeuchi's worldbuilding... The misogyny shown by the anime's translation choice (having to translate the exact same original Japanese line as the manga's translator, so with even less excuses) is appalling, but it wouldn't be the first time the Viz version pulls off something super in line with liberal-leaning political correctness: I've read comments from English fans stating that the new redub of the old anime series has censored some homophobic comments made by the characters - which is hilariously the opposite of what the first dub did, and goes more towards a line I personally agree with, but I still deem it wrong to rewrite the past like this. But the worst has to be how the Viz English dub of the Sailor Stars season has characters outright use "they" pronouns for the Three Lights/Starlights (even when there's only one of them I mean, lol), which is an outright case of rewriting history since the anime was written and is set in a period when non-binariness hadn't been invented yet and certainly was not on anyone's radar in Japan, not to mention how it's very clear that the three of them undergo an actual, physical sex change when they transform (which we obviously know goes against Takeuchi's lore and worldbuilding but alas), not that they've got some sense of inner gender identity. Please keep in mind that I'm just reporting second-hand accounts though, since I've never watched the anime in English, either original or redub (though I have listened to the Dic soundtrack, which I appreciate far more than Arisawa's annoying BGM, lol), and I'm not even a fan of the old anime regardless of language, so please take these statements with a grain of salt. 😅 But I guess that "artistic liberties" like this are what happens when you give too much freedom to localisation agencies, and in the specific case of the English language it's been almost a constant, going through the Dic dub of seasons 1-2, the Cloverway dub of seasons 3-4, the Viz redub of seasons 1-5 and the Viz dub of Crystal 1-3... a constant that's been broken with the Netflix dub of Crystal 4, where the Japanese supervision upon *all* foreign language versions was so tight that it brought us this atrocious result: https://twitter.com/NJ_/status/1400346635935305728 What can I say, I'd much rather go for heavy creative liberty to foreign localisation - even if they come up with crazy and frankly pathetic results like the English ones mentioned above or the Italian dub of Sailor Stars - than having to witness this disgrace. Here's hoping that Crystal 5 will be granted decent, professional adaptations instead of following the trend set by its predecessor. 😓

-Insert rant here about how SM fans obsessed with political purity pretend that Takeuchi is a gendie like them ignoring all proofs to the contrary and treat disagreeing with this ideology like a mortal sin... But then they turn around and ignore all the little signs that Takeuchi is borderline a pa*do apologist if not outright fan.- I keep on giving them the benefit of the doubt because these signs are all in the form of little details that only someone who's researched Naoko Takeuchi's life and times very deeply and extensively could ever be aware of, so it's realistic to think that a portion of fans might be genuinely unaware of them... But if they were more coherent in their ways, the more knowledgeable fans would spread this information everywhere to cancel Takeuchi and claim that Sailor Moon is now theirs to own, instead of pretending this stuff doesn't exist and keeping the rest of the fandom in the dark. But I guess being a borderline supporter of paedop*rnography is not so heavy a sin as being a feminist in their mind. 🤢

I miss the days when the peak of PC-related discussion in SM spaces was which skin colour Setsuna is meant to have, sigh. But like in almost every other online fandom, The Great Cultural Shift of 2013/14 has made the English-speaking webspaces almost unbearable. I'm glad I can also frequent fora and webpages exclusively geared towards the French and Italian fandoms (where I pretty much only lurk, I stopped being an active member around a decade ago) and see how the worldview that dominates in English fora and social networks is only held by a minority that will never ban you for disagreeing. 😅

UsaMamo is THE OTP for me (as in not only in Sailor Moon, but my favourite fictional couple ever), but so many other characters are head over heels for Usaghi that I could never blame fans for wanting to explore the various possibilities in their head and/or fanworks. Helped by the fact that Usaghi is canonically a bisexual icon, the alternative non-canon ships almost write themselves. But then... who could not love Usaghi, unless they're already in love with someone else? If I were to meet someone so amazing, friendly, positive, inspiring, loving, strong, brave, unapologetic, outspoken, relatable, heroic, helpful and outright life-saving like her in real life, I'd fall for her too. 😍

I know, right?!? Every day it seems like the SM fandom is filled with more and more gendies who claim stuff like how Haruka isn't actually a woman or worse... And what's more, this is far from being the most deranged take I've seen recently, especially now that June has started. But then they'll turn around and claim that SM is actually the pinnacle of feminism in manga, when it's so clearly liberal-leaning and pro-beauty standards that it's anything but. What can I say, the sane people have to stick together! While to be honest I have to say that I don't share your shipping opinions in the slightest, I'd always admire a "rival" like you more than a shipmate who's also a hardcore TQ+ cultist. Sorry if my English isn't exactly the best, I hope I can convey what I want to all the same. ^^

I was absolutely devastated that in Crystal they seriously added the line 'Haruka isn't a man or a woman.' Like... sorry, no. If that was the case then why the hell did Michiru and Haruka get that awful "they're cousins" treatment for the western localization in the OG anime 🙄

I swear ....claiming that SM is a "feminist" work has to do with the fact that people don't want to admit that they enjoy things that aren't politically "pure". Because in their minds it would reflect on who they are as a person, and if something they enjoy isn't perfect, then they aren't either. Tbh I think there's a lot of unchecked narcissistic behavior in fandom communities as a whole 🤦🏻‍♀️

Oh GOSH. My shipping is a mess !! LMAOOO. I should be ashamed of it but I'm so shameless🤣 Tbh i recently started shipping Usagi with practically everyone 😭🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm ©onflicted, that's for sure

but hell yeah, shipping wars be damned, female solidarity til death >:] 😂😂

and omg no, don't even worry! I had no idea English wasn't your first language from your ask!! your message got across Crystal (🤭) clear ♥️

[vessel-and-the-players]

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[the-sun-has-a-deadlyaskblog]

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“Heh, me too buddy.”

[justshapesandchaos]

yeah its great!

@aria-the-derg

[tvandfilmconfessions]

If you’re like most pandemic-fatigued TV viewers who found unexpected joy in Apple TV Plus comedy original “Ted Lasso” in the last year, you’ll know that Sam Obisanya, the big-hearted player on the show’s fictional football club AFC Richmond, played by British-Nigerian actor Jimoh, stole the show in Season 2 with a scandalous storyline involving club owner Rebecca Welton (Emmy winner Hannah Waddingham). Raised in the U.K., the 24-year-old Jimoh won’t just be a key player in “Ted Lasso” next season: The charismatic Guildhall Drama School graduate can be seen in Wes Anderson’s “The French Dispatch” and will also star in Amazon’s keenly anticipated thriller adaptation of Naomi Alderman’s novel “The Power.” — Manori Ravindran.

Arguably the brightest new star Hong Kong has seen in two decades, the 22-year-old Keung has already established himself as a charismatic singer and performer on stage, a talented actor and a sought-after target among advertisers for celebrity endorsement. Keung first caught the eyes of many when he was a contestant of ViuTV’s reality show “King Maker” in 2018. But he did not rise to superstardom in the city until he became the youngest person to win the coveted My Favourite Male Singer Award at Commercial Radio’s Ultimate Song Chart Awards in January 2021. The young star, together with his comrades of 12-piece boy band Mirror formed from the ViuTV show, rocketed to fame. Besides selling out their in-person concert series in May, Keung and Mirror have sparked new levels of fandom that now stretched to overseas markets. At a recent concert, Keung performed a medley of Cantonese pop classics, saying that he is determined to shoulder the responsibility of spreading Canto-pop to audiences outside of Hong Kong. In 2021, he appeared in TV series “Ink at Tai Ping” and “Sometimes When We Touch” and completed the filming of his big screen debut “Mama’s Affair,” in which he stars opposite Teresa Mo. — Vivienne Chow.

Rotolo’s tour-de-force debut performance as the titular character in Jonas Carpignano’s “A Chiara,” in which she plays a 15-year-old who gradually discovers that her close-knit family has ties to organized crime, has been eliciting critical plaudits all year. Variety described the 17-year-old actor as “radiant” in its review. Most recently, Rotolo picked up the best actress award at the Cairo Film Festival, where Emir Kusturica presided over the jury. Carpignano, whose naturalistic style involves working with non-professional actors, wrote the film for Rotolo and inserted elements of her real life into the screenplay, which could raise doubts about her ability in a different context. But the range she displays as Chiara, and the depth of her performance, leave many wanting to see more. — Nick Vivarelli.

Smit’s debut feature performance came just last year when she starred alongside Mario Casas, one of Spain’s most marketable leading men, in the award-winning thriller “Cross the Line.” She was quickly picked out with a Goya nomination for best new actress. This year, Smit’s talents went global as she starred with Penelope Cruz in Pedro Almodóvar’s “Parallel Mothers,” earning her another Goya nomination, this time for best supporting actress. In 2022, she will feature in Netflix’s sci-fi horror series “The Girl in the Mirror” before returning to the big screen in “Tin & Tina,” one of Spain’s most promising indies of the coming year. — Jamie Lang.

Ma Dong Seok, better known as Don Lee in Hollywood, started his acting career late in his thirties. Ma told the media he’d originally wanted to be a boxer but took up several odd jobs to make ends meet after his move to America. Ma was successfully casted for Korean action-comedy film “Heaven Soldiers” and gradually grew interested in becoming an actor. His breakthrough came through a supporting role in Korean zombie film “Train to Busan,” which propelled him to leading roles in “Derailed,” “The Bros” and “The Outlaws.” This year, that trajectory has taken Lee back to the States, where he made his Hollywood debut in Marvel Studios’ “Eternals.” Ma calls the step a matter of “good timing,” but his die-hard fans credit him with laser focus, a larger than life persona and the tenacity to make it as an action movie star. — Rebecca Souw.

By far the biggest breakout from the biggest TV show of the year, “Squid Game” star Jung began modeling way back in 2010. She strutted the runways of Seoul Fashion Week for two years before scoring runner-up position in Season 4 of Korea’s “Next Top Model.” She made an international debut in 2016 at the New York Fashion Week and became exclusive for Louis Vuitton. As a world-class model, Jung took up acting courses and landed her debut fiction role as the scratchy North Korean defector on Netflix’s “Squid Game.” Her success has had supernova qualities. She is seemingly on every billboard and magazine cover and has leapfrogged established stars to be the most followed Korean actor on Instagram. Jung says seems to thrive on keeping busy. Acting roles are piling up, but she tells the media that she worries when the workflow slows. — Rebecca Souw.

After debuting as the young Shah Rukh Khan in Karan Johar’s “My Name is Khan” (2010), Indian actor Gourav was noticed in Anurag Kashyap’s 2016 short “Clean Shaven,” and then in “Mom” and later in Deepa Mehta’s 2019 Netflix series “Leila.” But it was Ramin Bahrani’s adaptation of Booker-winning novel “The White Tiger” that was Gourav’s international breakout role. His central performance as a scheming, social-climbing driver earned him BAFTA, AACTA and Independent Film Awards nominations. Gourav is now on his way to both Bollywood and international fame, signing plum roles in Farhan and Zoya Akhtar’s “Ho Gaye Hum Kahan” and Scott Z. Burns’ anthology “Extrapolations.” — Naman Ramachandran.

Bangladeshi model and television actor Badhon broke through internationally this year with her first major role in a feature film, “Rehana Maryam Noor.” Formally trained in dental surgery, and a single mother who lives in Dhaka with her 10-year-old daughter, Badhon plays a single mother who teaches in a medical college, who speaks out against a sexual assault and, in doing so, challenges a wall of authority. The tough but rewarding “Rehana” was the first Bangladeshi film to be selected in the official competition at Cannes, and Badhon went on to win the best actress prize at the Asia Pacific Screen Awards. She is now playing one of the leads in Netflix’s spy thriller “Khufiya,” by Indian auteur Vishal Bhardwaj. — Naman Ramachandran.

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