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Post by Kappa on Feb 18, 2024 15:33:02 GMT -6
๐Hey guys! So here are the guidelines. "After the Limelight" is about current celebs and musicians years or even decades after their fame.
๐Feel free to write multiple chapters if ya feel inspired.
๐Comments are obviously acceptable. Feedback and even pitches are cool, but try to be respectful
๐Anyone can post, obviously. And have fun! Or don't! You be you!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 18, 2024 15:52:05 GMT -6
Taylor Swift, at the cusp of 82, stands in a pharmacy line, age spotted, wrinkled hand shakily on a metallic pink cane, dressed in a tan cardigan, shuffling slowly in a pair of white slippers, her back arched, a noticeable hump, thinned skin heavily wrinkled, a shriveled prune of her heyday sporting what was clearly a blonde wig, a short bob cut, chained glasses, and a rather noticeable set of hearing aids.
In front of her, a pregnant woman in her 20s, behind, a middle aged man of his 50s topped with a trucker hat.
What bothers Taylor at this age, neither of them know she use to be a star! No one in line does, no one in town, it's even rare at her senior living apartment!
"God I'm old." Taylor mutters to herself, showing off her freshly polished dentures, the smell of mint wafting in the air.
"We can help you over here, Ma'am!" A nurse shouts by checkout window 3.
Taylor takes long time to process that information, her hearing poor and her response time equal, walking as fast she could to yet another middle aged woman who knew nothing about Taylor's extravagantly luxurious past. It hurt a lot. Being envious of a woman in their 50s, and being considered too old to said middle aged nurse that could easily be a grandmother at this point in their life!
"Date of birth?" The nurse asks.
"What?" Taylor responds with a rather haggard voice. She no longer could sing properly the songs that had in the past made her billions.
"Date of birth?!" The nurse repeats herself.
Taylor sighs, she hates tell people her birthday!
"December 13, 1989." Taylor frowns, highlight the wrinkles around her thinned lips, her turkey waddle jiggling all the more as the nurse types on the information.
"Alright, Ms Swift, here's your prescription. Please, go to window 5 so the pharmacist can explain your new prescriptions."
Taylor nods, eyes twitching, regretting her action as a light twinge of pain makes her lip quiver.
"Need help, ma'am?"
"I'm fine." Taylor assures, shuffles off, irritated her time in the pharmacy is being prolonged.
As she waits for the pharmacists, she longs for the days of flying her private jet, being obsessed over by millions, and being a household name.
"Doesn't she look like Taylor Swift?" An old woman, at least fifteen years younger than Taylor, whispers to her peer.
"A little... God, remember how crazy we were about her when we were young?!" The peer laughs.
"Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm definitely not 22!"
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Post by Kappa on Feb 19, 2024 14:42:12 GMT -6
45 years old, a heavy set Moroccan Immigrant, raised in Canada, Imane Anys stands inside a cookie shop, her pillowy arms exposed to the harsh airs of Toronto in autumn, h cup breasts sagging over a big round pot belly wrapped in a black top with vibrant red sweatpants and a pair of sensible shoes designed to aid her rather weak knees and lower back.
"It was called Twitch." A 16 year old employee tells her coworker. "Apparently, it was like a big deal 20 years ago. People made a lot of money."
"That's wild. So like OnlyFans?"
"Not exactly." The cashier shakes her head as the retired Twitch Streamer once known as Pokimane patiently waits to be checked out.
"It was as exploitive and my dad says some of the streamers for sure had OnlyFans, too. But not necessarily."
"That's wild. Think, for all we know, one of those chicks is in our store, old and fat and--"
Imane clears her throat, offended and embarrassed at this conversation.
"Sorry, Ma'am, are you all done?" The cashier smiles warmly.
Imane nods, jerking her double chins, trying not to scowl, trying not to show off the wrinkles on her rounded face.
"Okay, two maple cookies, two brookies, two fudge, two caramel ribbon, and two strawberry. That'll be 250 dollars."
"250 dollars?! What are they made of, gold?!" Imane questions in a rather ironic situation she finds herself in decades after her fame and decades after her own failed Cookie venture.
"Fine... I'll just have one brookie!" Imane sighs. Given her diabetes, it was the right choice!
"That'll be 25 dollars, ma'am."
Imane's left eye twitches. Who could afford that?!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 19, 2024 14:47:04 GMT -6
(Notes: For the price of cookies, given I set the Pokimane story roughly 2 decades into the future, I thought about inflation and what the price a cookie may likely be in the 2040s. Artistically, I chose not to overly focus on that and kept the idea of a single cookie being 25 dollars insane. ๐ธ)
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Post by Kappa on Feb 19, 2024 18:07:29 GMT -6
50 Years Old, 200 pounds of menopausal flab in a white top under a colorful floral vest with stretchy blue mom jeans, a rotund Victoria Justice nervously sits in a waiting room for an audition she couldn't help but dread...
A Nickelodeon Mom.
"It's been awhile." A familiar voice coos into Victoria's ears. The former child star looks up to see a pear shaped Latina, blonde hair in a bob cut, saggy breasts wrapped in a black and white sweater with iconically outdated mom jeans.
"Ariana???" Victoria drops her jaw, emphasizing her double chins.
Ariana Grande has certainly become grande at this age. She takes a seat to Victoria's left, a struggle with her rather massive rear end and wide hips.
"So... we're auditioning to be Nick Moms?" Ariana says rhetorically in a room filled with their middle aged peers.
Victoria nods.
"God, we're old!" Ariana laughs, her jelly belly aquiver, Victoria can't help but join in.
"Where does the time go?" Victoria ponders. "Seems like only yesterday we were Nick Stars."
"Before the streaming age." Ariana adds. "Remember all those weird foot things we had to do?"
Victoria makes a sour face.
"Yeah, well... that's not gonna happen this time."
Ariana nods.
"Yeah, if we land the role, we'll be chubby moms out of touch and often the butt of the joke. And with my butt, you know they'll milk it!" Ariana once again laughs.
Victoria sighs.
"Want to get some coffee after this? Talk about old times? I kinda have my doubts I'll get the role."
Ariana smiles.
"Sounds fun, Tori. And hey, don't be so hard on yourself, you look great for 50!"
Victoria smiles. She may not get back on television... but at least she has an old friend back in her life!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 20, 2024 10:02:27 GMT -6
90 years old, thin as a rail with heavily loose wrinkled skin pale as a boiled sausage, Sabrina Carpenter, in a pink tracksuit, her deflated breasts saggy and lower than they've every been, neck waddle jiggling as her body, arched in a wheelchair, sits inside a retirement home cafeteria with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her.
With assistance of hearing aids, she can hear the clicking and clacking of a walker, with the help of thick prescription glasses, she can see in front of her a very familiar sight.
Olivia Rodrigo, 87 years old, a plump old grandma with curled grey hair, rounded face grinning intently, her belly massive, her breasts like two overly stuffed pillow cases drooping downwards, her laughter causing her body to jiggle and wiggle like a jello fresh out of the fridge.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sabrina." Olivia smirks. "How does it feel to be 90???"
Sabrina sighs. First off, it was her birthday nearly a month ago. Olivia won't stop bringing that up! Secondly, Sabrina would've hoped long after their fame, long after their youth, Olivia would get over a romantic fueled rivalry... SHE HAS NOT!
"Probably the same as 87." Sabrina says sharply, her voice shrill and shaky.
Olivia continues to laugh.
"Well, I hope you have a great birthday."
"I did." Sabrina rolls her eyes under her bottle cap glasses.
"Did your grandkids visits?"
"They did."
"And your great grandkids?"
Sabrina nods, her waddle a bouncing sight to behold.
"I heard you're going to be a great, great grandma? What a milestone! Hey, did you know I can still drive sometimes?! Can you???"
Sabrina once again sighs. Maybe she should have her daughter put her in a different home?!
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Post by Kappa on Feb 20, 2024 12:35:11 GMT -6
Billie O'Connell, once known to the world as Billie Eilish, is 45 years old with what many would consider a "change of life" baby.
Ripe middle on full display in stretchy black fabrics, hips wide, lightly wrinkled skin glowing, greying hair in a short bob, Billie sits on a couch, happily eating sour cream and onion lays potato chips with bean dip mixed with bacon bits, jalapeรฑos, and most uniquely, grape jelly!!!
"If you're going to do a retro 20s party, you have to play some Billie Eilish!" A Middle Aged Talk Show Host insist to her teenage daughter. Billie grumbles, taking note this mom is at least five to ten years her junior!
"Who???"
The woman poorly sings an Eilish song, the background playing the tune, the aged audience cheering and clapping, as she twirls her head, Billie can't help but blush.
"Why is this embarrassing now?!" Billie sighs. "That song use to be... COOL!"
"Well, I like new stuff. Things kids listen to, Mom."
"Well, I listened to Billie when I was a kid, and, newsflash, kiddo, your music will be considered Mom music sooner or later!"
The teenager rolls her eyes, Billie, silent, is interrupted by a puttering ball of gas.
"Well..." Billie touches her flabby belly. "At least you'll think HER music is for old people!" Billie laughs, taking comfort in the concept of time.
"I'm an old gal, huh?!"
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Post by Kappa on Feb 24, 2024 14:44:11 GMT -6
56 years old, a heavy set Italian American, Charli D'Amelio, a grandmother, a mother, and the owner of a dance studio, dressed in a pink tracksuit, face round, belly heavy, saggy chest like two inflated airbags, hips wide, with grey hair in a short cut, sits at her desk between lessons, talking to a social worker.
"So you're raising your two grandkids?"
"Yep." Charli smiles, showing off yellowed, mangled teeth. "Kendal is four and in TK and Sony is five and in kindergarten. I have them in after school care right now."
The social worker nods.
"And your daughter is in prison?"
"Yes, trafficking." Charli sighs, her belly aquiver with disappointment. "And she's pregnant again."
"And you want custody of her baby?"
Charli nods, jerking her double chins.
"Okay, I'll put that in your case file."
"Got any kids?"
"What?"
"Do you have any kids, sweetie?"
"Um yes... she's 7."
"That's great! Have you thought about signing her up for dance lessons? She's at the perfect age! And for you, I'll give a discount!"
The Social Worker is passive and nods.
"I'll think about it." Internally, however, she thinks, <"No, I'm not having Rebecca anywhere near this trash shack!">
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Post by Kappa on Feb 25, 2024 15:23:45 GMT -6
A respectable, middle aged blonde, slender form in a red cardigan, with hair in a bob cut, sporting a pair of chained glasses, wrinkled neck a testament to her advancing age, sits with her husband, Justin Bieber, a rather rotund man in his fifties, bald with a mustache and a rather noticeable beer belly, both at a loss as their son sits on a plump cougar's lap.
"Hailey, Justin." A Wrinkled Latina in leopard print, belly round, breast massive, rounded face pancaked in makeup, growls passionately with long, red polished fingers rubbing the chest of a 19 year old.
"Selena." Hailey Bieber responds, dumbfounded at the situation. "... Billy... why-why are you dating a 50 year old has-been?!"
Selena Gomez giggles.
"Watch it, Hailey, OR I'LL START CALLING YOU MOM!"
The couple's eyes lit up in shock, Hailey red in the face with pure motherly rage.
"Give us a moment." Justin places a hand on Hailey's arthritic left knee.
The Aged Couple heads outside to the patio.
"This is ridiculous! She's older than me!!!"
"I know, hun."
"What was Billy thinking?!"
"Well, he's always had a thing for older women."
"What?!"
"Sweetheart, the posters of Kim Kardashian... his internet history... THIS WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN."
Hailey gags, Justin laughs, his belly jiggling like jello.
"Babe, I know Selena... I doubt this will last long.
Hailey once again starts to gag.
"Good lord, she's slept with my husband and son?!"
"... Well, she hasn't slept with our daughter!" Justin crosses his fingers.
Hailey frowns. Selena couldn't have possibly been more victorious in this situation!
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Post by keith943 on Mar 1, 2024 9:34:37 GMT -6
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Post by keith943 on Mar 1, 2024 20:06:01 GMT -6
Taylor Swift, at the cusp of 82, stands in a pharmacy line, age spotted, wrinkled hand shakily on a metallic pink cane, dressed in a tan cardigan, shuffling slowly in a pair of white slippers, her back arched, a noticeable hump, thinned skin heavily wrinkled, a shriveled prune of her heyday sporting what was clearly a blonde wig, a short bob cut, chained glasses, and a rather noticeable set of hearing aids. In front of her, a pregnant woman in her 20s, behind, a middle aged man of his 50s topped with a trucker hat. What bothers Taylor at this age, neither of them know she use to be a star! No one in line does, no one in town, it's even rare at her senior living apartment! "God I'm old." Taylor mutters to herself, showing off her freshly polished dentures, the smell of mint wafting in the air. "We can help you over here, Ma'am!" A nurse shouts by checkout window 3. Taylor takes long time to process that information, her hearing poor and her response time equal, walking as fast she could to yet another middle aged woman who knew nothing about Taylor's extravagantly luxurious past. It hurt a lot. Being envious of a woman in their 50s, and being considered too old to said middle aged nurse that could easily be a grandmother at this point in their life! "Date of birth?" The nurse asks. "What?" Taylor responds with a rather haggard voice. She no longer could sing properly the songs that had in the past made her billions. "Date of birth?!" The nurse repeats herself. Taylor sighs, she hates tell people her birthday! "December 13, 1989." Taylor frowns, highlight the wrinkles around her thinned lips, her turkey waddle jiggling all the more as the nurse types on the information. "Alright, Ms Swift, here's your prescription. Please, go to window 5 so the pharmacist can explain your new prescriptions." Taylor nods, eyes twitching, regretting her action as a light twinge of pain makes her lip quiver. "Need help, ma'am?" "I'm fine." Taylor assures, shuffles off, irritated her time in the pharmacy is being prolonged. As she waits for the pharmacists, she longs for the days of flying her private jet, being obsessed over by millions, and being a household name. "Doesn't she look like Taylor Swift?" An old woman, at least fifteen years younger than Taylor, whispers to her peer. "A little... God, remember how crazy we were about her when we were young?!" The peer laughs. "Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm definitely not 22!"
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Post by keith943 on Mar 1, 2024 20:11:52 GMT -6
45 years old, a heavy set Moroccan Immigrant, raised in Canada, Imane Anys stands inside a cookie shop, her pillowy arms exposed to the harsh airs of Toronto in autumn, h cup breasts sagging over a big round pot belly wrapped in a black top with vibrant red sweatpants and a pair of sensible shoes designed to aid her rather weak knees and lower back. "It was called Twitch." A 16 year old employee tells her coworker. "Apparently, it was like a big deal 20 years ago. People made a lot of money." "That's wild. So like OnlyFans?" "Not exactly." The cashier shakes her head as the retired Twitch Streamer once known as Pokimane patiently waits to be checked out. "It was as exploitive and my dad says some of the streamers for sure had OnlyFans, too. But not necessarily." "That's wild. Think, for all we know, one of those chicks is in our store, old and fat and--" Imane clears her throat, offended and embarrassed at this conversation. "Sorry, Ma'am, are you all done?" The cashier smiles warmly. Imane nods, jerking her double chins, trying not to scowl, trying not to show off the wrinkles on her rounded face. "Okay, two maple cookies, two brookies, two fudge, two caramel ribbon, and two strawberry. That'll be 250 dollars." "250 dollars?! What are they made of, gold?!" Imane questions in a rather ironic situation she finds herself in decades after her fame and decades after her own failed Cookie venture. "Fine... I'll just have one brookie!" Imane sighs. Given her diabetes, it was the right choice! "That'll be 25 dollars, ma'am." Imane's left eye twitches. Who could afford that?! Attachments:
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Post by keith943 on Mar 1, 2024 20:29:44 GMT -6
90 years old, thin as a rail with heavily loose wrinkled skin pale as a boiled sausage, Sabrina Carpenter, in a pink tracksuit, her deflated breasts saggy and lower than they've every been, neck waddle jiggling as her body, arched in a wheelchair, sits inside a retirement home cafeteria with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. With assistance of hearing aids, she can hear the clicking and clacking of a walker, with the help of thick prescription glasses, she can see in front of her a very familiar sight. Olivia Rodrigo, 87 years old, a plump old grandma with curled grey hair, rounded face grinning intently, her belly massive, her breasts like two overly stuffed pillow cases drooping downwards, her laughter causing her body to jiggle and wiggle like a jello fresh out of the fridge. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Sabrina." Olivia smirks. "How does it feel to be 90???" Sabrina sighs. First off, it was her birthday nearly a month ago. Olivia won't stop bringing that up! Secondly, Sabrina would've hoped long after their fame, long after their youth, Olivia would get over a romantic fueled rivalry... SHE HAS NOT! "Probably the same as 87." Sabrina says sharply, her voice shrill and shaky. Olivia continues to laugh. "Well, I hope you have a great birthday." "I did." Sabrina rolls her eyes under her bottle cap glasses. "Did your grandkids visits?" "They did." "And your great grandkids?" Sabrina nods, her waddle a bouncing sight to behold. "I heard you're going to be a great, great grandma? What a milestone! Hey, did you know I can still drive sometimes?! Can you???" Sabrina once again sighs. Maybe she should have her daughter put her in a different home?!
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Post by Kappa on Mar 2, 2024 23:11:42 GMT -6
Lanky, wrinkled body in a floral blue dress, Bridgit Mendler, 85 years old, brittle white hair in a short cut, rounded face with loose, drooping skin, smiles brightly in front of a podium, showing off her freshly polished dentures to an auditorium filled to the brim with her intellectual peers.
"Today marks the 25th anniversary of your satellite, Hermes, making first contact with a form of intelligent life other than humanity." A reporter comments to the CEO of Northwood Space, an accomplished scientist many consider to be one of the most important figures of the time. "How did you feel that day???"
"Well, it was actually the second most wonderful part of that day for me." Bridget comments, her audience surprised.
She made contact with aliens, what was better than that?!
"I was actually more focused on my first born granddaughter, Persephone."
The audience is taken back by the sweetness of that answer.
"I'd also like to tell you all that today, the 25th anniversary of our First Contact with the Anadosians, the same day our planet joins the Galactic Union, I AM NOW A PROUD GREAT GRANDMA!!!"
The audience applauses the great news, when it calms down, another reporter asks a questions.
"Is it true you use to be an actress???"
Bridgit laughs. The genius, Heidi Lamar, inarguably crucially responsible for the technology of today, is forgotten and remembered only for her looks and performances. Meanwhile, Bridgit, ironically, has the opposite problem!
"I also sang." Bridgit laughs, her hoarse voice making that seem unlikely to the younger crowd.
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Post by Kappa on Mar 2, 2024 23:12:27 GMT -6
58 years old, a butterball apple of maturity wrapped in a green blouse with ruffled shoulders masking her pillowy arms, Dakota Johnson sits on a couch, her rounded face with greying brunette locks shoulder length, is at loss for words, the television paused, her 21 year old daughter to her left, the tension in the room as thick as Dakota.
"... So I got that role as a Supervillain Stripper, Mom." Samantha Johnson says awkwardly.
"I can see that." Dakota turns her attention back to the television, her eyes locked on her baby girl dressed rather risquรฉ for her aged tastes.
The things allowed on tv these days disturb the single mother to her core!
"It's a great start for my acting career."
"You're practically doing porn!" Dakota scoffs in disgust. "How could you possibly sell your body like that?! You're such a smart girl! What will you think when you're my age and--" Dakota's eyes lit up, the hypocrisy of the situation inescapable.
She simply couldn't continue her stance. It was too hypocritical!
"You know what, sweetie, it-it doesn't matter." Dakota smiles warmly.
Her daughter looks puzzled, the flip confusing.
"It doesn't?"
Dakota nods, jerking her double chins.
"Trust me, give it time, no matter what you do, PEOPLE WILL FORGET. ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BECOME A MOM!" Dakota starts to laugh, her flabby belly jiggling like a wave.
Later that night, Dakota shows her daughter 50 Shades of Grey.
"... We have to break this cycle when I'm a mom." Samatha quivers in despair.
"Hey, my future grandbaby can do what she wants!" Dakota insists.
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