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Adorable Miku

I had nothing to post for thanksgiving rn. But here. I did imagine what Miku look like of my own version of the Arachnid realm. So I drew her. Hope you fellas like this.

Spent so much time on Instagram that I forgot I can like all the freakistuff on here again without having to worry about anyone I know seeing LMAO

This how I feel fr

Today I'm feeling

on the Lyle scale

(I've got high fever and threw up three times, help me god)

therapist: it's ok, hyper realistic Lyle Oneysona isn't real and he can't hurt you

Hyper realistic Lyle Oneysona:

Mood

{ I am not shaming anyone it's just not for me 😭 }

DISCLAIMER & MASTERLIST

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This is an RPF-Account

As you can see from the heading, my account is and will feature real-person-fiction. If you have a problem with that then please leave my blog.

I will not tolerate any hate toward my work or that of others simply because they write RPF but I do want to set a couple important boundaries of what I think is acceptable with RPF and what I think is not:

PLEASE DO NOT:

Do not treat the people that are being written about like they are objects, specifically sexual objects. That means that I don't want someone to express their carnal desire to do X-Sexual-Action with X-Person. Please keep that to yourself.

Please do not engage in stalker-like behaviour with real people. Too often I see low quality zoomed in pictures of someone who didn't want to be filmed with comments that are often similar to my first point.

These people are still real people like you and me and I know, because my wattpad days have taught me, that sometimes it is easy to get lost in a crush on someone. Especially when they are actively responding to fans and putting out content.

That being said; Yes. I do plan on writing smut but I will be respectful and put warnings on NSFW chapters. I hope I do not need to explain that writing smut and objectification of someone is not the same.

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{ ♡ = smut; ☆ = suggestive; ❀ = fluff; ☾ = angst; 🕯 = slow burn; }

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ONESHOTS

Ryan Magee x Reader {Supermega}

❀ Red Lipstick

☆ Officer?

❀ You made me a poet

The Witcher {The Witcher/ all media)

☾ Your Voice Remains

{Kaer Morons} Brother Love

OneyPlays Crew x Reader {OneyPlays}

❀; ☆ The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

Zach Hadel x Reader {OneyPlays}

☾; ❀ A Quarter to Something

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MULTICHAPTER

Zach Hadel x Reader {OneyPlays}

🕯 A Heartstruck Collision

Brother Love

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Summary: Young!Kaer Morons duelling because they have big egos Warnings: Swearing; Possibly bad descriptions of combat A/N: I need more fanfics of the young witchers, please get out there everyone and do the lords work. Also I know that in canon the story between how Lambert and Aiden met is different but I thought this would be cuter.

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“Ugh, just looking at his sly smile makes me wanna punch him in the face”

“Your’s isn’t any better though.”

“The punching isn’t exclusive to him, you know?” 

Geralt’s lips twisted into a grin as he heard the agitated voices of his brethren. He wiped the sweat off his brow after he fastened the Reins of Roach to the post right outside the fortress of Kaer Morhen. “They’re just mad cause I’m better than them- isn’t that right girl?” He patted the horse's mane lovingly before pulling an apple out of the knapsack which was hanging from the saddle and feeding it to the chestnut colored mare.

Having decided that he had eavesdropped enough, Geralt made his way up the stairs and into the large stronghold that he called his home. Even though the entrance hall seemed intimidating at first, he had learned to love the sheer vastness of it all and most of all, it was the people with whom he was sharing this particular space with that made him appreciate it. 

Although the very same people had been gossiping about him just before they heard the massive wooden doors creak as they were shoved open. 

“Your favorite Witcher has returned everyone!” Geralt winked at the two boys sitting at one of the two long tables, Lambert greeting him with a roll of the eyes. 

“Oh please, hold back on the applause Gentlemen! Lest I confuse you with one of the plenty maidens which nearly started brawling at the opportunity to simply share a few words with me!”

In a gesture of feigned modesty, Geralt threw up his arms as he stepped toward the two. 

“I need you to jump out of a window.” Lambert’s face screamed ‘unimpressed’ while he watched Geralt sit down next to him, cockily reaching for his mug of mead and taking a sip as if it was his own.

“Lambert’s just mad ‘cause he embarrassed himself on the contract, don’t worry about it.” 

Eskel smirked, seemingly recounting what had happened earlier today, ignoring the grumbling coming from the boy in front of him.

“What? Fell face first into the mud while trying to dodge a Drowner?” The white haired boy nudged the other with his elbow, taking another swig.

“That happened like when? 5 years ago? Besides, it’s not my fault that these slimy bastards love the swamp..”

Lambert snatched the mug from Geralt's hands, shooting him a challenging look which Eskel immediately recognized. “Oh no, don’t embarrass yourself Lam.” Duels were no novelty among the brothers. Vesemir’s original notion for those was to show the witchers what they lacked and could improve on yet often a simple training session would just result in a power show for the juvenile boys.

Geralt’s gaze wandered from Eskel back to Lambert who was still staring daggers at him. A smile crept to his lips. 

“You wanna go?” 

Lambert took one last swig of the mug before harshly letting it collide with the wooden table beneath him, wiping any excess alcohol off of his mouth. 

“You bet, pretty boy”

A few light hearted quips and glares later, the boys found themselves in the courtyard. The setting sun casting a mesmerizing hue of golden over the land and illuminating their faces.

Eskel stood to the side, sighing before clasping his hands together. He knew he couldn’t change the minds of both of his brothers, the only thing he could do was pray that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon or else he wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

“Alright guys!” Eskel raised his voice, something he still wasn’t quite comfortable with. 

“No magic, no grabbing off the actual swords-” Eskel’s gaze wandered from his brothers to the sword stands just a few meters away. 

“These wooden things make me feel like I’m a child..” Lambert mumbled under his breath, turning the wooden sword in his hands.

“And most importantly!” Lambert and Geralt looked expectantly at Eskel, both eager to finally begin.

“No biting and no hair pulling.”

“Aw c’mon, hair pulling is like the only good thing” 

“I’m the only one who has hair, you dork ass loser.”

“Not after I’m done with you!”

Once again, Eskel sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. He really prayed that Vesemir wouldn’t return any time soon. 

“Okay, to make up for the hair pulling:”

His brothers turned to him once again, their interest clearly piqued.

“How about you bet on something?” 

The proposal was instantly met with joy and as Geralt seemed to think hard about what he wanted Lambert to do, the other was quick as always:

“If I win, Geralt has to shave his head.”

“No fucking way.” 

“Yeah way, pretty boy.”

Lambert blew the white haired one a kiss, winking at him with a mischievous look in his eyes. The image of a bald Geralt seemingly enough to motivate him. 

“Geralt, you got anything in mind?” 

He absentmindedly scratched his chin (partly to emphasize the faint facial hair which the others weren’t able to grow yet. 

“If i win..” he began dramatically, leaving a pause in which he intensely stared at the boy across from him. 

“Lambert has to ask Aiden to accompany him for an entire day of contracts.” 

The grin which Geralt was wearing on his face was dirtier than if he actually fell into horse feces.

It was no secret that there had been something happening in Lambert's mind when they had that school exchange two years ago. Aiden was a fellow witcher from the school of the cat and while Eskel went to said school for about six months, Aiden had stayed in Kaer Morhen with Geralt and Lambert, training alongside them. 

The subject of whether or not Lambert fancied the boy had become good teasing material for Geralt and Eskel and yet, the youngest at least tried to seem nonchalant about it but apparently this time, Geralt's bargain was of another caliber. 

Lambert's face twisted for just a split second and there was an unfamiliar redness that lightly tinted his cheeks. One that a regular human wouldn’t have noticed, his brothers were anything but regular though, to his dismay. 

“Tz, why would that be a problem?” 

Lambert couldn’t get more unlucky with the way his voice cracked right when spoke. It only took one exchange of looks between the white haired boy and the brunette standing to the side for them to erupt into laughter. 

“What the fuck is your problem? I don’t see an issue!” 

After about two minutes of continuous laughter, Eskel wiped a tear from his eye, trying to regulate his breathing while Geralt mockingly repeated the voice crack.

“Alright, okay!” 

Geralt took one last shaky breath, readying himself for the duel in which he would give his all. The image of Lambert nervously asking someone out while he could watch with a self satisfied grin filled him with the determination to win. 

“Ready, Set, GO!”

Within milliseconds, their swords collided. Both of them change sides, their eyes locked in an intense game of guessing. Either one anticipating or better, waiting for the other to make a move. 

Just as Geralt had thought, Lambert took a small step forward, switching the weight from one foot to the other, raising his sword, trying to go for a strike which Geralt hurriedly parried.

Another strike, this time from above. Geralt took a few small steps back, making sure he kept himself steady.

As his sword collided with that of his youngest brother, he saw an opportunity. It was destined to fail but if he was quick enough he could strike him fast enough for him to become panicked. 

With one determined push, the white haired boy set to attack:

Parry. 

This time Geralt went for a lower stab while simultaneously blocking another attempt at a slash from Lambert. Swiftly, Geralt jumped to the side, giving him an advantage:

He struck again. This time, Lambert barely managed to block with the sword guard. 

The splinters were flying from the wooden weapons, Eskel had already taken multiple steps back so as to not get any more injuries to his face than he already had. 

Suddenly, Lambert went for a stab that Geralt just managed to jump away from. 

Both of them were beginning to become aggressive which meant that he had to be even more careful and regain a sense of calmness. 

It was a risky attempt but in his rush, Geralt decided to go for a broad slash, one that almost landed were it not for Lambert's quick reflexes. The younger one jumped backwards.

Now it seemed like Lambert had also noticed his impatience, the two boys were now standing across from each other, circling and watching. 

“I can’t wait to watch you talk to Aiden..” Geralt winked at him. Although he was talking, his attention was fully focused on the movement of his opponent. 

“Shut up dude.” Lambert wasn’t fazed by Geralt's attempt of distraction, guess he had to pull out the big ones, he thought. 

“Oh Aiden, it seems that my horse isn’t fit enough to be ridden..” The white haired mocked in a higher voice, another smile on his lips as he could hear Eskel cackling in the background. 

He closely studied Lambert's grip, ever so slightly tightening, his pulse quickening by just a smidgen. 

“You wouldn’t mind if I rode with you and held onto you and your strong, muscled biceps, would you?” 

Ah, there it was, Geralt thought as he parried a wave of slashes, pushing down the blade of his now agitated brother. 

He went for a stab and although it didn’t land, he was now in a position to win.

Geralt went for another slash, which Lambert parried but led him to believe he had an opening. 

The strike from above was dodged swiftly as Geralt ducked underneath the arm of the other and struck a fatal blow to the other ones side.

“FUCK!” 

“You suck.” 

Geralt put a hand on the shoulder of Lambert who was just staring at the ground now, his sword falling to his side. 

“You fought well though, don’t worry.”

“Thanks..” 

The youngest patted Geralt's hand on his shoulder and wiped the sweat off of his brow. 

“Guess Aiden will be a lucky man next time we visit… Ouch what the fuck you asshole?” 

And there it was, the hair pulling. 

“Eskel! Do something!” Geralt struggled to remove Lambert's hand from the tight grip he had on his roots, his scalp burning already. 

“The duel is over, the rules aren’t set anymore!” 

“Yeah you heard him! No rules anymore you cheap Amor!” 

“Just what is going on here?” 

Nothing froze the boys up as effectively as the authoritative voice of a certain mentor. 

Geralt let out a sigh of relief as the deathgrip on his hair was removed. 

“Stand straight you three!” 

Almost like they were the most obedient soldiers in the army, all three of them lined up, statues as straight as if they had been hammered into stone. 

“Eskel, just what the fuck have these two done?”

Vesemir seemed more fed up than anything rubbing the bridge of his nose in disbelief. 

Lambert and Geralt shot Eskel a pleading look, he could just rat them out, tell the truth about why they started the duel. 

Eskel sighed once again. “We thought it would be a good idea to train a bit more, we wanted to show you that we could be unsupervised and still work on our abilities.” 

Alright, both Geralt and Lambert thought, they would take over all of Eskel’s chores for the month. 

“Well that is noble.. And how’d that work out?” 

Vesemir narrowed his eyes at the few strands of white hair that clung to Lambert's glove, who just gave him a sheepish look in return. 

“Well,” Lambert began. “We simply wanted to emulate all different kinds of situations, like what if someone grabbed you by your hair in the middle of a fight?” He wanted to emphasize his point by putting his hand on Geralt's head once again, yet the older one just flinched at the gesture, shooting him a look that would definitely kill if Lambert hadn’t been his brother.

Vesemir looked unimpressed but eventually just signaled the boys to follow him inside. 

As Lambert and Geralt ran past Eskel and Vesemir to take over Eskel’s dinner duty, they heard Vesemir call out to them:

“And by the way Lambert.”

The boy turned around to the old Witcher.

“Eskel is way better at lying than you are.”

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They are literally me

The fellas over at OneyPlays make me do silly dance so here is some art i doodled today

A Heartstruck Collision

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Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is gonna be a slow burn fanfiction and Zach won't show up til some chapters in so I hope you can have a little patience for me :> This is super self indulgent btw as you can see from me making Game Grumps an intrinsic part of the story

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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Living in L.A was.. different, to say the least.

Don't get it confused, it wasn't horrible but it certainly was a different experience from what you had known of a “normal life” up until that point.

If you had to use just three words to sum it up, you'd probably say: loud, busy but fun.

You had moved there a few weeks ago after landing a job as an animator at the Game Grumps Company. Your bosses, Arin Hanson And Daniel Avidan, had, after years of only talking about it and never acting on it, started working on an animated Series called “Game Gyaru”.

The ad hadn't just drawn you in because you had been a fan of them for many years, but also because of the style that they were going for. 90's anime with all the good stuff: Magical Girl Transformation, feel good humor and beautiful sparkly, saturated images.

Not only the job offer was great in and of itself but the pay you were about to receive would definitely make up for some of the left over student debt as well as the fact that your apartment was being paid for you by Arin or rather, his company.

They say “never meet your heroes” but in this particular case, you might've just gotten extremely lucky.

You had your first meeting with the Grumps just a week ago. It hadn't been anything special. A few awkward handshakes, tripping over your own words and an introduction to your new workspace (which featured one of the most expensive and fancy drawing tablets you had ever seen by the way) and of course, a brief meeting with your future colleagues. Well- a brief meeting with their names so to speak.

Apparently Ross O'Donovan, which you had been following as well, would be working on the project alongside you in addition to some other names that you haven't had a face in mind to connect them with.

They were most likely cut from the same cloth as you, other kids who just graduated from an art school that totally drained them and that have been begging for a stable job and finally getting a chance to put their degree to something useful.

As you had gotten home after your first day there, it had felt surreal. It still did even a week later and the mere thought of what your younger self would say if they saw you working under their favorite content creators was definitely tripping you up (hence the periodical screeches you had let loose whenever you thought about the matter at hand)

Much to your dismay though, all of the excitement for your new job was not enough to get you to finally properly move into your home. There were still about a dozen boxes standing around, just waiting for you to finally confront all of the useless stuff you had bought and acquired over the years.

Then again, you justified the leftover boxes by saying that you had already unpacked all of the very important stuff like dishes or clothes and yet you knew that someday you would have to face the consequences of your own procrastination.

“Did you just move in?”

“Oh no I uh.. I've been living here for a year now”

You could already hear the conversation happening in real time if there ever came a moment where you invited someone over.

‘Not today though” you thought, a sleepy yawn accompanying It. The last few days had been spent wandering around L.A or doodling various characters to try and get yourself in the right headspace for the coming months. An Art-Block would definitely be the worst thing that could happen right now so drinking in the entirety of a new city should hopefully keep your inspiration going.

Deciding to wrap up for today though, you finished your glass of water and closed your sketchbook, letting the pen collide with the hardcover of the book.

The apartment wasn't really big, yet that was absolutely fine. It meant that keeping the place clean was going to be significantly easier and the chances of losing your keys or important letters sank by at least 5%.

Just as you closed your bedroom door behind you, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

>>Hey there! Arin wanted to text you himself about tomorrow but he got kinda caught up so I just wanna make sure you're ready for tomorrow? :D<<

The text you had gotten was from Ally. She often aided Dan and Arin with their endeavors and all of their projects so it was no surprise that she also assisted with this one. Your encounter with her last week had been quite short lived yet her welcoming personality had you immediately feeling like this was going to be a comfortable working environment and one of the first things she had said to you was:

“And if there is anything you need, you can always come to me, I've got an ear for everyone”.

If that wasn’t the sweetest first thing you had ever heard while being somewhere completely new, you didn't know what was.

>>Hi :) Yeah I'm good, a little nervous but I'm sure I'll manage o7<<

You threw the phone onto your bed, pulling out your pajamas and putting them on, another vibration from your phone telling you that Ally had probably responded.

>>Oh yeah I totally get that dw! Just for your own peace of mind though, you really don't gotta get caught up with putting on a show or acting super professional, we're all friends here :D<<

You couldn't help but smile at that message. That interaction alone contradicted everything that you had heard about working life. Your parents and teachers had done a great job with the whole “that won't fly later in life” and yet here you were, using emoticons while speaking with one of your superiors.

Part of you was excited to rub it in their faces the next time you would call and yet you knew that they probably wouldn't look at animation as being a serious job. At least not if you weren't working for an actual company that had their shows playing on public tv.

Even though it was a sad thing to think about, they'd probably be more impressed if you were working on Family Guy.

With a tired sigh you plopped down on your bed, the slatted frame squeaking beneath your weight.

You contemplated for a second about whether or not you should cover yourself with your blanket. Another aspect that needed adjusting was the heat.

Luckily your apartment had air conditioning but you didn't want it running the whole time. Just because someone was paying for your place didn't mean that you had to max out every cost as much as possible.

Before drifting off to sleep, you decided on the old “one leg covered and one not”, using your body's built-in AC system (which actually worked quite well).

As you slowly succumbed to your own tiredness, your head was filled with all kinds of different images. Some were familiar, clearly influenced by the events of the past days but there were some which didn't quite fit into any picture.

You had met one of your, up until now unknown, colleagues. His face was obscured, your mind clearly leaving out the one part which would make it realistic.

You couldn't really make out what the conversation was about, only the feeling of butterflies to indicate what it was about.

Your hands had touched briefly as he took the pen from your hands, leaning over your shoulder from where you were sitting at your desk. You swore that your body actually started to heat up from what was just a random dream.

He was correcting your drawing a little and then he looked at you, his face so close to yours now and even though he had no face you just knew that he was smiling at you, his gaze softly looking at your lips and back into your eyes.

Gently, he put the pen down onto your desk while you were slowly closing the distance between you.

You felt his breath on your skin, his lips ghosting over yours, almost, finally touching-

“Ughhh what the fuuuck…”

Alright, your first paycheck would buy you an alarm that doesn't sound like an army drill.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slowly sat up in your bed. Motivation to start your job wasn’t necessarily the issue, of that you had enough. Sadly though, your sleep schedule had a mind of it’s own. Still remembering all the nights you had spent up and working on your portfolio only for some company that ended up using the Chairman’s son (who had no degree or any creative abilities whatsoever) to design their new bougie logo.

Some might say that there was bitterness attached to memories such as those.

Deciding that huffing and puffing over previous job opportunities wouldn’t get you out of bed though, you finally stood up. Immediately regretting it as you felt your head spin from the sudden movement.

Maybe a little less motivation?

You slowly made your way toward the small kitchen, coffee being the only thing on your mind when it came to the matter of waking up. As you waited for the old machine to get started, you went back into your bedroom. Opening the wardrobe and looking at it. Contemplating.

You wanted to seem put together but also not too much - didn’t want to set expectations that you would only be able to hold up for a week maximum.

A simple t-shirt and jeans. Yeah, that is business casual, right?

In a way you felt stupid for even having to think about the whole thing. It would most likely be no issue if you showed up in sweatpants and a tank top for your whole time being there, as long as your work was good nothing else mattered.

Especially working as an animator, you had learned from personal experience that after 30 minutes your body seemed to magically shift into the most absurd positions anyway. So better be comfortable than not.

After donning on the not so carefully planned outfit, you walked back to your now steaming coffee. One look at the watch on our wrist told you that you had about 20 minutes left. Downing the beverage in a span of time that would definitely result in stomach issues, you opted for the bathroom. The mantra here was the same as with the clothes: Not too much but not too little.

***

The office was nicely cooled, a stark contrast to the humidity outside. You already heard many unfamiliar voices coming from your workspace, nervousness bubbling up inside you. ‘What are these other people like?Would they be way better at this whole stuff?’ Would they fire you if they saw that the others were more qualified? Usually you wouldn’t talk so negatively about the degree that you had worked so hard to get and yet in moments like these you always felt so inferior.

“Yeah, (y/n) should be here any minute now as well.”

As you heard Ally’s voice, you took one last deep breath. ‘It’ll be fine, just play it cool. You’ve come this far’

Turning the corner to the animator’s space, you were met with three unfamiliar faces. They weren’t scary looking or anything, the whole scene itself just felt comical and intimidating. As if you had been intruding on something even though they had been waiting specifically on you.

“Hey, sorry, hope I’m not late or anything?” You glanced at your watch once agin. Just on time.

“Oh no, we all showed up more or less right now so nothing to worry about!” Ally showed you a sympathetic smile to which you couldn't help but reply with one of your own.

The introductions luckily went by quite fast, leaving little room for any awkward silences that you always dreaded when it came to meeting new people.

For one, there was Hayley who seemed to come straight out of the hipster era from the 2000’s. She had long blonde hair that went far past her shoulders and was contrasted starkly by the red beanie which she had pulled halfway over her head so that a lot of the fabric was casually hanging down at the back of her head. It was already clear as she introduced herself that she was an energetic type of person. That and the fact that she had been living in L.A for 3 years now, definitely made you feel a little inferior, even though she seemed friendly.

Jackson, a tall brunette guy whose style was very normal (in a good way), had also been living here with his girlfriend for about one and a half years now. The way he talked and the ease with which he spoke made him appear confident and yet there was something very humble about him. Perhaps a sort of ‘gentle giant’?

Lastly, there was Raphael. He came over to the USA all the way from France and although his english was as good as that of any foreigner who dismissively says that their “english wouldn't be very good” (which was the universal sign of their english surpassing even shakespeare), he still had a french accent which drew everyone in as he was talking. It sounded so much more fancy even though it was just a regular introduction. His hair was tightly coiled at the top and what especially stood out about Raphael was the white tattoo on his right forearm. The white ink stood out like it was some magic seal and depicted a moth breaking out from its cocoon, one wing already free'd.

Out of the other two, he was the most timid one and the only one that felt like he felt as out of place as you did.

“Alright, now that all of us are here, I just wanna make sure that all of you got the mail about the concept for the Pilot?”

Everyone agreed in a half-unison “yeah”.

The Idea for the Pilot was quite simple in and of itself. It was no secret that the whole series was heavily inspired by shows like Sailor Moon or Cowboy Bebop which is why it was set in a sci-fi world which still felt all retro-y. The episode was supposed to start with a little sequence in which Arina was playing an arcade game in their little spaceship and of course, she was losing and punching the machine. Then, Daniella was supposed to come into frame and tell her, in typical Dan-fashion, that it was alright to which they’d have a little banter.

Afterwards, the actual story of the series was supposed to begin. Their superior, a man who coincidentally had a lot of similarities to Barack Obama, informs them about a mission. A woman apparently paged them because her son was acting strange.

The whole episode basically forms about one bit where Arin pretended to be a monkey child called Franklin that was out of control. With the crucial detail that this behavior was caused by some cursed jewelry. The Pilot should end by Arina and Daniella stopping the main villain's henchman who was hexing said jewelry - meeting the big bad guy in the end as well. Typical foreshadowing.

After the brief recap of what was about to happen, all of you sat down on your desks, getting comfortable with the new equipment. Since Arin and Dan had already evaluated some of your concept art and decided upon which would be the best way to start, it was basically just piecing together the puzzle. Well, a puzzle which had to be drawn up and then cleaned multiple times but still.

After a while of experimenting and Jackson and Hayley actually getting somewhere with their segments, Ross also entered the office.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, I had to work on this other thing as well. I'll try to be on time in the future.”

All four of you reassured him immediately, partly also because you all had immense respect for the guy and his abilities.

“What have you gotten so far?”

“Me and Hayley just finished sketching up like three frames of our scenes.”

Ross nodded, trying to see where he could fit into the picture.

“You guys are still getting used to the program?”

His gaze fell onto Raphael and you who could only reply with a sheepish smile in return.

Was it bad that you weren't working as fast?

“If we have to hurry up you can tell us, it's just like new and all. I for one never worked on an actual series up until now.” Raphael spoke up, his accent naturally swallowing up certain letters.

Ross immediately put up his hands:

“Oh no, no, all good! I just wanted to check where everyone was at.”

He scratched his chin, seemingly in thought.

“Okay, this might sound super stuck up and shit but should I maybe take on the role of director? If I remember correctly from your portfolios, none of you have worked on a series so far, which isn't a bad thing-” he hastily added in between.

“I'm just saying cause I've been here the longest as well. Might make things a tad bit easier for all of us.”

It really didn't sound arrogant, it was just the truth after all. No one opposed the idea of having someone as an actual director, seeing that it would probably help the entire flow of the team in the future.

After a brief discussion of how the program worked and how to approach the whole project in the best way, the tension that had been present in the room before practically dissolved immediately.

Ross, having worked with multiple animators already, was definitely educated in how to make beginners feel alright with their abilities and there was a silent aura of thankfulness surrounding all four of you as you continued to work.

***

“Whew, good job everyone! Holy shit that is like so much for one day!” Ross looked at your screens with an astounded expression.

Very much exhausted from concentrating and your hand having cramped up like five times today, you finally stretched. It was one of those that made you feel dizzy and like you were ascending into another plane of existence.

“Do you guys have any plans now?” Ross asked, cracking his fingers one by one.

“Nope, not really. Well, aside from sleeping.” Hayley let out a breathy laugh and got up from her chair.

“I’d invite you guys out for a drink if you want to, some team building and what not.”

That offer would definitely not be turned down.

Ross had mentioned a pub that was actually in walking distance (a miracle from what you knew of American cities). And so, after telling Arin that you'd be finished for today, you guys made your way over there.

The conversations were held light, except for Jackson who saw this as a great opportunity to shower Ross in compliments about his works. The Australian seemed to be slightly overwhelmed by the onslaught of support but he hid it quite gracefully.

You stayed behind everyone as you walked, your social battery needing to be refilled a little before entering a place where conversation was inevitable. You weren't opposed to social interaction, you pretty much appreciated it and realized that you needed it and yet being in a new environment with what were basically just strangers (no matter how famous they were online), was absolutely draining.

As you entered the bar, you were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. It wasn’t irritatingly strong but it was recognizable by everyone as you entered, faces twisting for just a split second.

Ross sauntered over to the counter, it was clear that he knew the barkeeper behind it. She vaguely gestured to a corner of the establishment, a little round booth where you were supposed to sit down.

You were leaning back against the soft cushioning off the wall, stretching your legs beneath the round table. The bar looked quite nice, you had to admit.

The whole place looked like it came straight out of another century but not worn out or scuffed. No, it looked fairly well looked after and it seemed that there was definitely no shortage of customers. If anything, you had gotten lucky that Ross had connections or otherwise the plans of a drink after work would have been quickly snuffed out.

The conversations started flowing once again after everyone had gotten their drinks. You mostly decided to listen, chiming in here and there if you had anything in mind that you thought would contribute nicely to the conversation. Otherwise you just sipped on your beverage from time to time, letting the alcohol relax you a little bit more, your fingers still hurting a bit from the way you were holding the pen the entire day.

“Yeah, my parents weren’t really happy with me moving across the entire world.” Raphael confessed, a look of guilt on his face. “I can imagine, you gotta tell us what it’s like in France, I’ve always wanted to go!” Hayley exclaimed, interest clear in her voice.

“It’s not super special, although the cities look nicer, no offense!” Raphael giggled. That you had to agree with. The beach was about the nicest thing in L.A that you had seen so far. Not to mention, walkable cities, who?

“I’ve been to europe once and yeah, it’s like entirely different with how the streets are and all-”

“Ross?”

You all looked up to the voice that interrupted the conversation.

“Oh Chris, what the fuck? What are you doing here?”

Ross got up and hugged the guy whose name apparently was Chris. Could that be the guy from DoodleDoods back then? You remember enjoying the creepy things he used to draw up seemingly on the spot. Didn’t he also have a gaming channel? What was the name again? Oney or something?

“I wanted to come here with Lyle but I think the fucker forgot or something cause I can’t find him anywhere.” He half laughed, he didn’t seem to actually be bitter about it.

“Aw that sucks, well yeah I’m here with my new animation team!” He excitedly pointed toward the four of you now awkwardly sitting in the booth. You gave a little wave to Chris who showed me a little smile in return.

“Animation- oh yeah right! The Game Gyaru thing I remember.” Ross nodded.

“Yup, that’s Raphael, Hayley right next to him and there are Jackson and (y/n)”

“Awesome, nice to meet you, I’m Chris!”

“Wait, you do OneyPlays right?” Jackson spoke up to which Chris threw up his hands in a gesture of feigned defeat. “You got me.”

After another minute of standing around had passed, Chris decided to simply sit down along with all of you, Lyle wouldn’t be showing up anymore anyway - his own words.

What surprised you about him was that talking to him felt very.. normal.

With the Grumps for example there was this feeling of “Oh my god they are internet legends” and although they were just regular everyday people, it still felt surreal talking to them.

The atmosphere in the bar was casual, like you couldn’t make any mistakes and as everyone was agitated in conversation, you realized that living here and working with all of them might actually turn out to be a really fun experience.