#:Dolly’s pre writings

[d0llybear]

One more, please?

Eren Yeager x bimbo!reader

Authors note: y’all I’m babysitting my nephew so it’s short😭 reader is black, obv and I promise I’ll give y’all a real Eren fic when im done babysitting for the night

Tw: handjob, that’s literally it

Word count: 94:(

“C’mon papa, you can do it” you mocked Eren as you kept pumping his pretty pink cock, trying to get him to cum for the sixth time “princess, I-I don’t think I can” you looked up at him as the his hair stuck onto his sweaty forehead. “Ren, one more please?” Of course he couldn’t resist your pretty face so he let out a breathy moan before shooting ropes of cum onto your hands, faces, and tits .“thank you baby” you giggled before giving his tip a kiss

Xoxo,Dolly💋

[ghouljams]

Ghoul I literally was so uncomfortable by this man's writing I read the first half of a sentence and gave up, I need to reread your dollification kink fic to cure me asap.

Here's more doll and dollified!reader fic because I'm thinking about Ghost getting a little silicon bust piece for your doll.

He doesn't even try to rationalize it to himself. He buys the squishy tits so he can play with them. So he can press his thumb against one tit and knead at it, tug at the little nipples with his pinched fingers and squish each little tit between the same pinching fingers. It's just mesmerizing. Pushing the doll version of you's little breasts together to watch your dolly cleavage, making them bounce as he drags the doll's body up and down his cock, holding you in a tight fist so the red mushroomed head can nudge against the silicon of your tits, smearing them in pre-come he knows he'll have to clean off later.

And poor you being forced to deal with the constant attention, all the teasing and stroking that had been happening between your legs now transferred to your chest. Your breasts squeezed and kneaded, your nipples pinched and tugged until they ache. You wake up to bruises along one side of your breast that look suspiciously like teeth. Your cunt aches, your body aches, you're becoming addicted to the attentions of a ghost, to the delusions of attention that haunt you in every moment of your life.

You're starting to arch your back and push into the feeling of a fat cock slicking through your folds, starting to beg whatever is touching you to push inside please. You don't know why it hasn't yet, but some nagging thought in the back of your brain tells you it can't. Not yet.

[sashiavi]

Kent ramble incoming ehehe.. gonna be dumping all my nasty old man ideas onto you and neet cause i love how u two write him <33 (if that’s all right, that is)

But ive been thinking ab the farmer going to a free use/glory hole & Kent following her.. she’s trying to get her feelings for Kent out of her system with an anonymous fuck but she ends up getting used by him without her even realizing. He ends up giving himself away while they fuck and he makes sure she can’t do anything but take it while he admonishes her for even thinking about going to anyone else- nobody will be able to fuck her like he can ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ

@neetily we're being fed •///• and now my brain has been sparked, whoops, I wrote smth..

Need Kent to dump his cu

Longing for Kent at the Glory Holes</3

Warnings: age gap, implied infidelity, glory holes, cum.. like a lot of it... piv, fingering, cunilingus, daddy talk, choking, general sashiavi nastiness yk how it is

Word Count - 2k

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You knew you were wrong for it. Watching the older man from across the bar, late nights at the saloon, knowing better that you shouldn't- You couldn't! You cannot be thinking about him like this.

Not when you're best friends with his son, always around the house, coming out of Sam’s room for a glass of water when you know Kent would be lounged on the couch - Just to give him a little, nervous wave. It was wrong.. skittering around his home with his family around, catching a greedy glimpse of him any time you could, eyes flicking to him at the dining table after his own wife had invited you to stay for supper.

You shouldn't eye him up like that at the luau, eyes locked on to the heavy drag of his boardshorts, weighted down with the drippings of ocean water. Just below his tummy, soft with age and fit with his lifestyle, happy trail moist and tacky against his skin as it disappears into his bottoms. The fabric runs taught on his hipbones, deliciously low before the show is over and he pulls them up with a hook of his thick finger.

You're embarrassing yourself - Wearing pretty outfits in his presence, that ditzy demeanour truly born up from the bubble of anxiety swirling in your tummy from just being around him! So nervous and stuttery, dolly eyes flicking up to Kent's hardened gaze.. Of course it works, of course he starts cracking, falling for a sweet cutie like you.

But you don't know that- So lost in your worrying, dreamy and sweetly moaning into your knuckles as your cunt squelches around your fingers, milky and gushy insides making a mess on your fingers. Crying for him, mewling out his name unapologetically as you carefully sink yourself down on your new dildo - Silky and velvet silicone, fat in width, kissing yours insides while your vibrator buzzes aggressively against your pert clit in an attempt to soothe the wild stretch.

But soon that's not enough, is it? Such fantasies carried out all alone? You needed more, but you couldn't have him... Right?

You couldn't fool around in town either - Whispers would carry faster than the wind. You needed an out.

The Calico Desert was far enough.. An elusive Casino stands with an underground secret, Red Rooms for pleasure, anonymous glory holes for those who just needed a release with no strings attached. A perfect place for your fantasies, with real partners to play with!

Especially your new mystery man..

With his weighty cock poking through the cut out hole in the wall, struggling to stand tall with the sheer thickness of it, bobbing with arousal. It was pulsey, a thick vein running up the undershaft giving a flex as blood rushed to the rosy pink tip oozing up droplets of milky pre cum, practically dripping like drool, Yoba, it was as if it was crying for you.

He was thick, girth making irony saliva pool under your tongue, swallowing proving pointless at the sight of this cock - Picture perfect for your fantasy, a thick brush of hair on his base and balls, sack hanging heavy surely filled with plenty of thick, ropey cum. Scent the perfect musk, it felt manly- One of the traits that drew you to liking Kent in the first place!

Not like the people you hung out with, those younger males that could be the picture perfect partner for you, save for just how unsure they were about everything. Or those other Bachelors.. A little older and still just as lost- Kent had a bout of maturity attached to him, life seemingly plenty figured out, stable.. And yet you wanted to break it down.

Any guilt that dared to ping in your chest didn't last long. Not with the crane of your partner's hips, forcing the head of his cock to press a wet kiss to your cheek. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes, the dribble of spit that slipped from your tongue as you licked your lips

Soon, his length was down your throat, fat and chubby tip gagging up a sweet gurlgy moan, spitty and slick from your lips, wrapped around his thick length. He played rough with you, a heavy hand coming through the hole opening, thick fingers twirling into your hair for a better grip. Forcing your throat to be a personal toy, a rough face fucking you could only dream about.

You jaw aches, stingy with the stretch of this stranger's girth, tongue sore from rough use- Your eyes roll, bleary and pooled with fat tears, looking up all crossyee at nothing, pretending you were locking eyes with the Military Man that had tugged on your heart. Soft hazels surely hardens with a scrunch of his brow, nose crinkled in hot pleasure.. You blink your tears, letting them roll down your cock filled cheeks.

Your pussy drools, pooling behind the sheeny fabric of your panties, sticky to the touch of your fingers as you rub, easily bleeding through the fabric. Your mind chants his name, over and over like a mantra, 'Kent, Kent, Kent~!' Throwing in dirty-sweet petnames into the mix, Would he let you call him Sir? Mister Military Man so strong and authoritive? Would he groan if you cried out something more? 'Daddy, Daddy! Oh pleaseee Daddy!' Begging on your knees for him, that gentle and sweet family man taking out all those frustrations on your body. You breathe against your mystery man's base, huffy and hyper, desperate to take him all.

It's so much, maybe even too much. The perfect fantasy nearly coming true! Just missing that one main ingredient..

No time to think now though, right? Not when your mystery man groans from behind his gritted teeth, fist tightening in your hair when he busts himself down your throat, a healthy dump of cum squirting rope after rope. It's a wonder you don't choke - more than you already had been - With the thick white paint of his cum load, sputtering from your cheeks with a struggled cough fron yourself. He uses it like lube, hips snapping to fuck himself through it all, long and strong, milking out Every. Last. Drop.

You don't want it to end. Wanna keep the lovely weight of this stranger's cock nestled sweetly on your tongue, wanna pepper Kisses and Kitten licks over his flushed tip, wanna imagine you were pampering your older crush, treating him sweeter than any other could.

Ah but he pulls away, forcing up a pitifully sad whine from your throat, making you swallow thickly, savouring the remnants of that musky milky cum he'd gifted you. You lament in the loss, lips pouted in a little wobble, heart hammering blood to your head, beating with the achy throb of your neglected cunt.

The hand in your hair moves to your cheek, cupped warm, skin rough, a calloused thumb tracing over your swollen, cum stained lips.

"S' your turn. Yeah?" His voice was deep. Rasped and rough with a twinge of an accent, hearty and southern, tainted with a touch of age. Yoba your heart flutters- This was too good to be true!

You dare to peek, watery, doe eyes looking up at this man woth a doll-like look, seeing the outline of his features in the dim light - God your chest pangs, a spike of embarrassment, lust, nervousness, excitement, arousal - His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, dragging the swollen plumpness before he let's it go with a pop.

"S'Get 'outta here." The corner of his mouth barely lifts into a quip of a smirking grin.

"Kent..?" Disbelief gnaws at your tone. He only hums, a short sound of agreeance, kicking his head in the direction of the more intimate rooms with a short lift of his chin.

Ooh he treats you well. Head between your legs, lips smacking at the folds of your pussy, heavy hands planted on your thighs while his battle-worn fingers wrap around, blunt nails digging into your soft and sensitive flesh. He feasts like a starved man, suckling at your supple-sweet wetness, fat lapping licks of his pink tongue, jamming the muscle into your cunt hole before he's back on your clit. You squeal and squeak, fingers tugging at his hair, weaving into desperate fists, grinding your core on his lips and tongue- Yoba he takes it too, works with your movements, following your hips in sweet tandem.

He's rough with your cunt, spitting a fat glob of hot saliva before he laps it up, hazel eyes on you as he does so before they flutter shut with a scrunch of his brow and a shake of his head- Devouring your pussy once again, nose jutting into your clit while his tongue fucks past the ring of your pussy.

You have to be ready for him, yeah? Nice and wet and gushy.. Squirting all over his face before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you.

He makes you lick it off of his lips, tongue cleaning up the mess you left on his chin and cheeks, stealing hot slick and saliva filled kisses in the mix, tongues swirling, catching and suckling against eachother as two deft fingers jam into your waiting cunt.

Your fingers were incomparable to his own, too small to reach into the depths of your sweetness, too weak to curl and finger bang the fuck out of your poor pussy, squelchy and wet despite the messy squirt of your orgasm.

"Eyes on me, Darl'.." Kent orders, voice softer than his actions. Your lips part, jaw dropped in hot pleasure, eyes going into a blurred fuzz, his features disappearing as his fingers curl and curl and curl- Until you're left empty, gasping as fingers smack lovingly on your sticky clit, spiky pain and pleasure jutting up your body.

You're not empty for long though, easily plugged up with the thickness of Kent's cock, slowly sinking into your prepped up pussy just like you always imagined with your silly silicone toy. He kisses you through it, the whines and wobbly frown, a hand coming to rest a supple squeeze on your throat, hushing you as he bottoms out.

"S'okay Darlin'.." He coos roughly, hips beginning to hump a pace, rolling grinds against your public mound. "S'What you wanted, right Dolly? Yeahhh? Pretty lil' fuck doll aren'tcha? Thaaaats right.." All coos and sweet words despite the mean squeeze of his palm on your throat and the quick snapping of his hips.

Yoba, he mounts you. Hooking his free palm under your leg, knee to ear while he pounds at your pussy. Plap, plap, plap, skin on skin, wet and slick from the thin sheen of sweat that dared to wash over your skin and the gush of fluids from your supple cunt.

This was it- this was everything you had ever imagined, your perfectly lewd fantasy finally coming to fruition, taking the Kent's thick married cock, lovingly squeezing at his girth, hearts in your eyes as you choke a choppy babble past the tenseness of his hand on your throat; "Wa..nt need- Lov- Y..ou... please- Da..ddy...~"

It's enough to have Kent groaning deep, once fast fucking hips favouring a hard Roll. Slow. Mean. Snapping. Thrusts. Breath huffed in time with his hips, teeth grit as he speaks.

"Tryana' be my Baby? Hmmm?? Daddy's. Sweet. Lil'. Girl?" Words punctuated with his thrusts, pudgy tip kissing your insides with every snap. It seems to have triggered something in him, hazel eyes blown up, pupils dilated big and black, sweat dripping from his brow. "Daddy's sweet n'- Fuck.. His pretty Dolly, yeah??" You nod, strained against the hand on your throat, his fingers guaring your jaw, movement limited, the most pathetic and eager little nod he'd ever seen.

His hand comes off, planting under your other knee and you're manhandled into a dirty mating press, cock drilling into your poor pussy from above.

You knew you were wrong for it. And you're sure he knows it too. But Yoba be dammed if you ever go back to pitiful, longing looks from across the bar after this.

[bunnybird-afk]

Modern/Domestic AFK Journey AU

If any of you are planning on writing a modern afkj au, please consider the following ideas I have floating around my head:

Tired single parent Merlin and their two extremely spoilt but polite kids, Chippy and Hammie.

Cool aunt Dolly who runs the local coffee shop and babysits while Merlin is at work (Merlin is a college professor and a damn good one at that).

Longsuffering mayor Hogan and his 'bad boy' nephew Valen.

(Valen hasn't actually done anything bad, he's just a dumb 20-something year old that keeps ending up in the newspaper).

Chippy and Hammie attempting to set their mum/dad/parent up with somone (Dolly probably helped, but you can't prove anything).

Atleast half the afkj cast being completely down bad for this absolute milf/dilf (/pilf??).

If your main ship is w/ Korin, imagine veteran Korin just moving to town to start a new, quiet life with his adoptive son Damian.

He and Merlin could bond over what it's like to be single parents, and maybe there's some cute domestic moments where Korin realizes that he can actually see them as one big happy family.

Or if you're more into Mirael, Chippy and Hammie deciding to set Merlin up with their pre-school teacher (who happened to have a massive crush on Merlin back in highschool).

If it's Hogan, I would love to keep the whole 'old friend' vibe and maybe have Merlin be the person he goes to for advice, having known Merlin for almost a decade and trusting their judgment more than anyone elses.

But also, the absolute drama of Valen falling in love with Merlin and needing to get his act together and be a family man (something he thought he didn't want before, but is now realizing he wants more than anything). And Hogan being worried about it because he doesn't want either of them to get hurt.

Feel free to add on to this! And if you end up doing something with this concept, please tag me! I would love to see it!

[starrzl]

❣« Percy Jackson m.l »❣ ⭐︎ breathe for me ⭐︎

I do not allow anyone to steal, copy or translate this work without my permission, this is my original work and mine only.

18+ I do not control what you consume on the internet but I would recommend that MDNI.

These are not my images, all rights go to the rightful owner.

TW: smut ~ language ~ sir kink ~ belly bulge ~ rough sex? ~ choking ~ multiple orgasms and squirting ~ hair pulling ~ degradation ~ slight praise ~ p in v ~ oral ( both receiving ) ~ fingering ~ kissing ~ no use of Y/N ~ FLUFF AT THE END

dom! Percy x Sub! reader

⎨may or may not have been listening to Or Nah by Ty Dolly $ign whilst writing this⎬

⎨This is in Percy's POV ⎬

"Gods dammit, I should've never helped with that damn prank"

I had decided to help Leo and the twins with some stupid prank for April fools, the twins had made a... gas- well it was a sex pollen.

What I wasn't told?

That the prank was on me.

They had told me to go inside whilst they watched guard for Chiron or Mr. D... to be fair, bad decision on trusting them, so in all my dumbness I waltzed into the Aphrodite cabin, popped open the lid of the pollen and dropped it.

But when I turned around to leave? the little shits closed the damn door.

It only took two minutes for it to hit me.

Only two minutes until I had blue balls and my stomach felt like it was being tied into multiple knots.

And another twenty minutes until I got the strength to climb out of one of the open windows.

By then I was sweating, I could bearly breathe, I knew what I needed, I needed relief.

So stumbled to the only place I could think of, my cabin.

So this is how we got here.

Me trying to catch my breath as I stare at my girlfriend, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown in lust and a small wet patch of pre-cum seeping through my shorts.

She's so beautiful only in small denim shorts that showed just the right amount of ass and one of my camp shirts.

I start to drift, slipping into a lust-filled headspace until her voice drags me out of it, but she's not near the bed anymore.

She's right in front of me.

"Percy?" Her voice was soft, but I wonder how it would sound screaming my name.

"hm?" It's all that came out of my mouth, i'm not sure if i could trust myself.

"Are you okay? you look a little red" Gods, she smells so good.

Everything is electric, everything is hot and it's all too much, her voice, her smile, the way she looks up at me with those perfect eyes- its all soo much.

"mhm... I-" I choke on my words, looking down at her lips, those perfect... soft... lips.

The next this I know I'm pushing her against the bed, hand on her neck, not squeezing but applying pressure, it's messy, it's wet, it's perfect.

"y-ou're needy h-huh?" she laughs, but I don't say anything, I just kiss her harder, because I know that she won't be laughing when she's underneath me, screaming my name.

"Tell me to stop." I know she won't. she doesn't want me to. that's why she her hands slip under my shirt, her hands cold, resting on my stomach.

"Need you.. so bad" Its a whisper, but I can hear it, moving her back wards until her knees touch the bed, making her fall back onto it, me on top of her, just kissing... I swear I could cum just from this, she tastes so good, so sweat.

My hand slips up her shirt, feeling no bra I smirk, normally I wouldn't be this needy... this pollens making everything so much more hot.

I detach my mouth from her's, kissing down her neck and hearing her moan, I leave hickeys, hickeys that would stay for days.

I pull her shirt off, its quick, not waisting any time before I latch onto her nipple, I stay there for a second, my cock twitches in my pants and i feel myself become impossibly harder.

I circle my tongue around her nipple and the moan she lets out makes me groan, my hands griping her waist, as I suck and kiss and nip at her tits.

I keep this up for a good ten minutes before I move to the other breast, doing the same thing to the other breast and leaving small love bites on the flesh before I kiss down the chest and onto her stomach, moving down further and further.

When I reach her shorts I press a kiss on her clothed clit, her hips buck and I hold her hips down, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them off, along with her panties.

She's soaking, dripping with slick and I waste no time latching onto her clit, feeling her hands tangle in my hair, pulling as she tries to buck her hips up, her moans spurring me on to go on.

I twirled my tongue around it, licking, sucking, it was messy, my tongue licking the juices that spill from her pussy.

Her moans go straight to my dick, I don't wait to lick up every juice that leaks out of her wet cunt after she came.

I bring my fingers to her hole before pushing in, I set a fast pace, thrusting my fingers in and out until she's cumming once again.

I see the overstimulation, her eyes closed tightly, breathing heavy and moans loud.

I sit up on my knees, manhandling her like a doll until her chest is to the mattress and her ass is up in the air.

I pull my shirt over my head, unbuckle my belt, and pull off my pants and boxers, my tip leaking, red and swollen.

Normally I would test her, make her beg a little, but no, not this time.

I push into her without warning, setting a brutal and fast pace, the only noises in the room are skin on skin and the moan of her sweet voice.

My hips hit hers and I slip into a fuzzy and needy headspace, going even faster, her moans now whimpers and choked up whispers of my name.

My hands grab her hips and I piston into her harder, grating her hair in my fist and pulling her up until she's flat against me, a hand around her throat as I choke her slightly, feeling her queen my cock harder than before.

"You like that? yeah, I know you do, you know why?"

I'm being mean, but it's not like I care, I know she loves it. she always does.

"mmmmh why- sir-" she manages to choke out, she's whiney and needy.

I lean down, my head in her neck, biting and sucking bruises into her perfect, soft skin.

"Because you're a dumb slut" I her cum again, my hips stop and I let out a deep groan as her pussy clenches around me like a vice, and before I know what's happening, I'm feeling myself spurt white, sticky, longs streams of cum into her, painting her gummy walls white.

But that wasn't enough. no. I still had blue balls and she wasn't brain dead yet.

I pull out, let her lay on her stomach for only a moment before I flip her over. Grabbing her thighs, throwing them over my shoulders and thrusting back into her.

I don't see it but both of our eyes roll back into our head, I was deeper than ever and when I come back down to earth... I look down to where we're connected and see a small bulge just under her belly button...

I cum from just seeing it, and I feel her legs start to shake as she squirts all over my thighs and ruins the sheets.

"Shit baby, look at that, taking me so good" I start to feel slightly better, my head not as fuzzy and my stomach not as tight.

When I start to move I see her legs start to shake, I go as fast as my body would, as hard as I could... I wanted her to be screaming.

It doesn't take long, she's screaming, her legs shaking as I pound her tight cunt harder than she's ever had all the while pressing against the bulge.

I moan as I cum for one again, stilling inside her as we cum together, my hair sticking to my head and sweat making our bodies shine.

"One more, pretty... one more" My mind was practically clear but I could feel the knot still in my stomach.

So I slowly pull out, carefully so I don't stimulate her too much, but she still whines and bucks her hips up when I do.

"Think you can get on your knees, sweetheart?" I try to be nice, I know I just put her through a lot and she's probably tired.

When she finally gets on her knees she takes my cock in her hand and kitten licked the tip, before slowly starting to go deeper and deeper, until she's flush against my pelvis, gagging.

I hold her there and start to softly thrust into her mouth, it take a minute before I'm painting her throat white and she's swallowing.

"Thank you..." Now that I come back to my senses I was a blushing mess, I lay her down on the bed before I run to the bathroom, grab a warm, wet cloth and walk back.

As I softly start to clean us up I thank her, thank her for being such a good girl for me and helping me.

I grab her one of my shirts and I put on some sweat pants before I lay down with her under the covers.

Her head on my chest as she starts to doze off.

"I love you, Percy" It's quite... but I still hear it.

"I love you too."

AHHHH FIRST FIC IS COMPLETE !

No but in all seriousness, I really tried and I hope you like this ! It took me a while but I did it as fast and best as I could, enjoy it ! I will be coming back to edit this tho.

remember to stay hydrated and get enough sleep .

until next time !

𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦𝑛 ⭐︎

[weepingwitchbitch]

Okay not sure if this will be my first post or my Megumi one. I’ve never really written fanfic, lowk don’t know how to write without making it too detailed or never enough detail 💔..

Warnings: slightly overstim, bj, tojis superrr sensitive, he’s mean all at once though, a little bit of tears???

I think everyone talks about Toji being so dominant and so powerful mainly because he’s 99% muscle 1% body fat. But just imagine how sensitive this man would be to your touch. All those muscles might be so heavy and tiring carrying around, poor toji, he’s definitely always sore and has crazy body pains from working out.

one small flick of your cute little hand just on his bicep or his beefy thigh and he’s getting needy, holding back his little soft groans, and now he needs you to massage something else. (I think I’m so funny)

And once he voices out his yearning for you by grabbing you back down into his lap, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and back. Just asking for you to give him some love and attention.

Next thing you know you’re on your knees nuzzling into his thighs that oh so sore from working out. Your hands tugging at his shorts waistband and seeing the overly large tent set up in his boxers, which you also slowly pull down. And now you’re close breathing on his straining erection that’s standing all so proudly, glaring at you just needing your touch and love.

Purposefully teasing him and just breathing around him, seeing his striking vein on his length twitch and the slightly dribble of pre coming down.

“Please, stop teasing it’s fucking painful..dolly…” that’s genuinely the only time you’ve ever heard him beg though it came out more bratty then yearning.

But it’s all you need to just sink your mouth down on his thick head and slowly suck, maneuvering your tongue all around his dripping salty slit. And the groan this man lets out. I’m not saying he’s never dominant, but there’s time where he just has to let you take control and let you take care of him sometimes.

And now his hands are tangled in your hair as you move your mouth up and down, taking in more than half his length only to go back to teasing and sucking at his tip. His groans gradually got louder, some sounded like whines as he couldn’t stop his mouth from moving for him. “fuckfuckfuckfuck…ma, it feels so good- ah it h-hurts…please- fuck..” that just made you move your head faster, licking that one little spot that made him twitch rapidly and gasp louder.

He was already so close from just emptying out in your mouth but he lost it once he finally looked down, and he couldn’t stop himself from rutting into your mouth. Your eyes so glossy and cute, that little glint of mischievous, paired with the slightly squint of you smiling around his cock once he finally looked at you. His big load ending up all in your mouth and have nothing better to do then suck it all out of him and now he’s moving your head while rutting his hips into your mouth and you swore whimpers were coming out.

“Haa..mm..! Fuck..wait..!” As if he wasn’t the one rutting himself into your mouth. And finally his hips stop and now he’s just and panting mess, all while you just sit there massaging his thighs. And finally you sit up, just sitting on one of his thighs pressing small kisses to his fucked out face and all he can do is mush your face into the couch going on about this was a one time thing, he will always be the one in control in bed, and if word spilled he was whimpering and came a little bit too fast from just a few minutes of sucking and massaging, he’ll kill you.

A/n: already stated this but this is my first fic and I’m ANXIOUS about it 💔💔💔 I hope you enjoy 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[bbluesrreality]

Gangbang with me at the center, seemingly with no agency, absolutely overwhelmed, but I sent everybody a 40 page script to memorize and I’m over-directing everyone’s minute movements according to MY fantasies, and I’m a little bit of a bitch to work with, and we film a bunch of pre-production and production footage too.

I’m on my toes, hugging my boyfriend in our bedroom. Soft I love yous, then I’m strapped to a moving dolly, blindfolded and wheeled to a second location.

The sound of wheels on cement first with a moderate echo, then the image of dust kicking up, various styles of black boot, some heeled, arrange me in the center. A long, slow panning shot. (Down to up? Up to down?) I’d be impatient, I’d start to squirm. A hand enters frame to pull my bangs from under my blindfold to where they’re more cute (and more comfortable- secondary). More hands enter slowly, adjusting the straps, caressing my neck. We meet the collaboration of tops in the scene. In order of appearance, not order of importance:

******** is a sweet bully barbie. Tight pink sparkly bodycon, pumps of her choosing, high ponytail with either slut stands or the bouncy side bang. She’s saying nice things, California accent, but you’re probably not her #1. She fucks to breed and when she hits, it stings.

**** is your ex-roommate’s ex-partner who recognized you when you followed them on Twitter. You didn’t recognize them at first, but you were drawn to both versions of them. They wear a lot of black. You want them to bite.

****** ****** is an idol to you, but he doesn’t know that. His presence is the reason you requested to be blindfolded to begin with. His huge black platforms don’t even make him your hight. You’re nervous every hand is his, and this could very well just be another Wednesday for him.

*** ****** is the self-insert idol that’s taller than you. But you’d like a shot of these two on their knees, adorning your big blue strap in kisses please. Yes blindfolded. Yes while everyone is watching. To know that the most magical thing you’ve ever imagined is happening to your dick, but to not be able to feel it, or see it while everybody else can, would be insane to me.

**** ******* is a tattooed, goth findom who it would cost so much to get them involved. But how she speaks makes you weak at the knees and her lack of concern for you is um… not concerning for some reason?

**** is a much bigger creator than you, very good at his job, and makes you obscenely jealous. He has a beautifully punchable nose and his arms look built to put you in a headlock.

****** is an adorable goth boy who looks up to you a lot. He’s slightly younger than you but with nearly triple the audience. You’d love to watch the playback and vicariously watch him be encourage into dominance by those around him.

**** is also an adorable goth boy and wound pair well with the above sweetheart. He’s fairy-coded and it would be fun to watch his confidence build into that of a mischievous switch. The only one allowed to wear brown in section one. For some reason.

******** is a total star with dyed hair and tattoos and the shape of her tits drives you absolutely insane. She’s intimidating and experienced and you want to impress her with everything in you.

Don’t mind me switching from second to first person this is my blog you can’t control me or make me go back and re-write either portion hahahah nah nah nahnahnah

The hands on me get more and more rowdy and involved, hitting and full heads coming into frame as I’m played with, those two get up from kneeling and I’m unstrapped and pushed to my knees. Cocks enter my mouth and both my hands until I’m crying and drooling and properly overwhelmed, I’m lifted when people grasp my biceps, the dolly’s gone and replaced with some wooden and black leather bondage furniture, ass to the camera.

For this section, they should restrict touching my dick and holes to brief teases, not extremes stimulation, but their impact begins to include implements- 2 or 3 toys at a time and 1 to 2 people. I’d expect a respectful revolution of dominants, a skillful and non-cringey soundtrack of praise and degradation. I’m wondering if I would be controlling enough to pre-screen all their lines or like… wordclusters to make sure none of it is cringey or overplayed in my picky ass opinion. Find their favorite links and ask yes- how can we subvert or complicate this already hot porn trope together? Little squeaks turn bigger and turn to yelps and straight out cries. Ass getting pinker by the minute.

The camera should come around to my face, slightly backlit, all the tops behind me, and they finally allow themselves to touch me for my pleasure rather than just my pain- different lengths of fingernails scratching my back, tickling my sides, the sides of my legs. Ass slaps getting lighter, but oh god, someone’s thumbing my butthole, and fingers are starting to go halfway in where it’s wet, and someone’s biting my thighs, licking my tummy, kissing my feet, and holding my face up to the camera, by the side of my head as not to put strain on my neck, not allowing me to shy away from showing any expression, any reaction.

My boyfriend is the only one to fuck me on this set, he gets to claim me first with everyone watching. I want everybody to touch both of us, to not be afraid of kissing and playing with him, I want him to cum, both of us smothered in adoration, all over my back with the light shining off it, his cum looks so good on my back, and I want our friends who want to share it, to share it.

I’m too horny to figure out how we get back to my bedroom, but, I think it’s a beautiful counterbalance to the cold first environment I picture- my canopied bed is elegant and big! A king to fit many beautiful transgender (and more!) bodies in it. Diffused, complex light with pinks and blues, yellows and purples, our beautiful cast is now dripped in jewel tone lingerie, robes and silken, slutty sleepwear. We’re cradled together in a nest of limbs. Not everybody’s attention needs to be on me, as long as the camera’s generally is, only leaving when something I’m watching too, something particularly exciting, is happening elsewhere on the furniture in my room. (Foreshadowing what we get to see me up against closer up later on) I want to invite the viewer to share in my voyeur, I mean viewership.

I would love for my friends and lovers to learn sections of and practice an elaborate tie with many ropes with me together beforehand. Ropes aligning with the color schemes of their attire. Not perfectly- the person in all black will have a grey rope. The person with purple accents, a red rope. Another scored but not fully structured rotation of using my body, having fun giving me the experience of being tied up on camera by each of them, and the teasing by the end should be unbearable.

Hogtied on my belly, what’s there to do but squirm and fall apart between them all as they play with my holes? They untie my legs to unlock new positions, get my nipples exposed to ply with on my back but my hands safe still tied together, locked back around my man’s head, him in my ear as I’m sent through overstim, cumming again and again and again. So many people I could easily be picked up and marionetted into a bunch of acrobatic positions. Then comes my couch, my desk, back to the bed. If there’s anything anybody wants to take us into the shower to do, that’s available. *Looks at the crush that’s into piss play*

Let’s see how many times I can cum in one sitting. I forget if my record is 18 or 23. I have no doubt they’d break it... I’ve been wet all day writing this. This would be my porno magnum opus.

I’d want everyone to be cool with each other. There may be porn industry drama I don’t know about, I’m pretty out of the loop. There’s so much I’d need to check in with so many people about, a lot of this is fantasy abt my crushes and I’m not sure they’re into me or would do this even paid at their professional rates, but hey, a boy can dream.

Consider checking back in with this post later, I’ll add more doms and dommes to the list as I get horny and think about them… thank you for reading to the end! Let me know about any typos you see as this is fairly unedited <3

[keepingeahalive]

Holly and Poppy O'Hair Headcanons

Holly’s full name is Holly Ivy O’Hair. Poppy’s full name is Poppy Hazel O’Hair. 

Poppy uses she/they pronouns.

The twins were tower-schooled before attending Ever After High. 

Holly is cursed to have all doors that close behind her magically lock her in. She has to keep her dorm room door wedged open. Poppy isn’t completely comfortable with this and prefers the door to be closed, but she lets Holly keep it open a crack. 

Poppy was definitely one of those girls who cut up their dolls’ hair.

Holly has ADHD, which makes damsel-in-distress class really difficult for her even though it’s her entire story. She also has a one-track mind. Once she starts on a subject, she will not stop talking. She uses reading and writing as an outlet for all the things buzzing through her head.

Poppy is the shier of the two. She’s more of a listener than a speaker, which comes in handy when Holly goes on a passionate rant. The only time she has no difficulty socializing is when someone is in the barber’s chair.

Holly’s a researcher of old folktales and ancient civilizations. The Wicked Step-Librarians have had to lock her out of the library for sneaking in after curfew and not being able to get out. 

While they are close, Poppy wants to carve her own identity separate from Holly. She doesn’t only want to be known as Rapunzel’s sister. She wants to make a name for herself and have an impact on other people as her own person.

Holly is a morning person. Poppy is not. 

Holly is sometimes insecure over having so much hair. She can’t avoid stepping on it, getting it snagged on something, and sometimes dragging on the floor. She envies Poppy for being free to cut her hair.

Multiples run in their family. Their mother is also a twin. She has an older twin brother named Tarragon, but she got the Rapunzel destiny because she was female.

Holly has had a crush on all three Charming siblings at one point or another. 

Poppy was closer with Nanny Nona than Holly. Holly was wild and fidgety, frustrating Nona to no end. Poppy was the calmer of the two and thus got along better with Nona. Holly and Nona still get frustrated with each other from time to time.

Poppy loves spicy foods. She’s almost obsessed with them.

Their music choices differ drastically. Holly likes country pop music. Poppy is more into punk rock. However, they both share the same favorite artist: Dolly Charmton. Poppy plays the song “Midnight to Noon” to get her pumped up in the morning.

Poppy’s a great climber. She sometimes goes beanstalk climbing with Jillian. 

Holly is slightly taller than Poppy. 

Rapunzel and her husband work as the fairytale equivalents of district attorneys. As such, Holly and Poppy don’t get to see their parents very often - especially their mom - and it’s why they were left in the care of Nanny Nona. 

Holly does tutoring in Creative Writing.

Despite working in a literal barbershop, Poppy does not like barbershop music. 

Holly does not do things halfway and always takes the long road. She struggles in areas that don’t interest her, but she’s reluctant to take shortcuts. Her mother drilled into her head that “you can’t climb a tower if your hair is too short.” But Poppy tries encouraging her to “work smarter, not harder”.

Poppy has a thing for “baddies”. She used to have a crush on Sparrow, but got over him quickly when she found out he preferred Holly over her. She also has feelings for Duchess despite knowing she was voted “Most Likely to Steal Your Destiny.” Deep down, she knows it’s a problem.  

Holly theorized Daring wasn’t Apple’s Prince Charming but kept it to herself. The only person she told was Poppy. She was pretty happy when she found out she was right. 

Both sisters are devoted dragon moms.

They’re both very nervous for when their destiny comes to pass. Holly is a bit wary of living a lie; that she’s technically stealing her sister’s destiny. She’s also having some pre-guilt about blinding her future prince. Poppy is doing everything in her power to keep anyone from finding out the truth, because she wants to keep the life she’s been building for herself. 

[babydollmarauders]

i sometimes hear ppl say that guys find their girlfriends unattractive after sex

so can you write about dolly asking luke if he’s still attracted to her after sex bc she was curious (she knows she’s always gorgeous but if you want to write ab her being insecure or wtv that’s fine) and luke is just in shock so he’s all like “ILL ALWAYS FIND YOU BEAUTIFUL” or something like that

a blurb would also be cute too

thank youu 🌟

i love this idea omg! so sorry it took me so long for this! it got lost in the abyss that is my inbox 😭 here’s a short lil blurb for this!

my eyes are saucer wide, flickering between my boyfriend and my phone screen, which is stuck on twitter.

Luke sits on the couch with my feet in his lap, his eyes glued to the tv screen that currently plays Secretariat, as i scroll through social media. but my scrolling has been halted after coming across a tweet that’s unlocked a new fear in my brain.

a guy is talking about how after sex, he finds his girlfriend unattractive for at least an hour. the tweet is followed by hundreds of responses, mostly other men confirming the existence of ‘post nut clarity’ where they experience the same thing.

now my brain is thinking a million thoughts, but the one sticking out is-

“do you think i’m ugly after sex?”

i barely have time to think about the words leaving my mouth, let alone stop myself from saying them out loud.

Luke’s head whips toward me, his eyes wide and full of disbelief.

“do i what?!” he sputters out.

Jack lets out an awkward cough from his spot behind me in the kitchen and Luke’s gaze flicks up towards his brother before settling back on me.

Jack makes a quick getaway, stifling laughter into his sweatshirt sleeve as he fast-walks down the hallway, disappearing into his bedroom.

“do you find me ugly after sex?” i reword my question but Luke still gapes at me wordlessly.

it’s another brief moment before Luke shakes his head, clearing his thoughts.

“i’m sorry, i must’ve misheard you because it sounds like you’re asking if i find you ugly after the most vulnerable state that we put ourselves in. as if i could ever find you anything but beautiful, especially after those moments.”

his response makes a red hue flush my cheeks, blood rushing to my face in embarrassment and humility.

“i don’t know- i just- i saw this twitter thread of a bunch of guys saying they find their partners unattractive for a couple hours after sex and i worried that maybe you thought that way too.”

i cover my face with my hands hiding away from my boyfriends stare. but, that doesn’t last long because within seconds, his hands are wrapping around my wrists, prying my hands away and pulling them down to my lap. his hands swiftly dragging down to hold mine.

“dolly, i want you to listen to me and hear every word i’m saying; i will always think you’re beautiful. pre-sex, post-sex. when you’re dressed up and when you’re wearing stained sweatpants. when you’ve just woken up to when you’re laying down to go to sleep. you will always be the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on. please never doubt that.”

[d0llybear]

Sneak peek of something since I’ve been gone

[pfhwrittes]

Super Casual Announcement Time

hi hello, it's me p. back again with another super casual announcement.

it's official, it's confirmed. i've done my final pre-surgical consultation. providing i don't do anything a bit silly in the next 7 days (like falling down the stairs again), this time next week (27th march) i will be having top surgery.

so what does that mean for this blog? i assume i'll probably drop off the face of the earth for 3-4 days around then as i suddenly adjust to being titless and fancy free. but knowing me, i'll probably make a vaguely incomprehensible post to inform you all that i'm fine. i'm pretty bad at staying off tumblr when i should be doing tasks.

what does this mean for my writing projects? everything will remain on hiatus / semi-hiatus until i can comfortably sit and write stuff post-surgery. or i'll dump little thoughts out via the mobile app. i haven't really figured it out yet.

how am i feeling? suddenly very nervous and excited! i have developed a mild tremor in my hands whenever i think about having surgery too much and i get the urge to scream very loudly into a pillow. i'm not great with managing big feelings so i tend to bottle everything up. i'm sorry if i come across as flaky or snappy! i don't mean to. my poor swiss cheese brain is yelling "SURGERY! SURGERY! SURGERY!" at increasing volume inside my head.

how are the Horrible Creechurs feeling? increasingly clingy. dolly is currently sat on my shoulder purring and drooling on me. i think she's trying to soothe me in the way that only cats can. mango and charlie have both taken to sleeping on my chest or legs whenever they can get away with it.

is there anything you lovely lot can do to help? i don't think so! i'm notoriously bad at asking for help so i'll just quietly link my ko-fi jar again if you have a few bob to spare. don't feel any pressure to donate, i'm aware it's a bit cheeky of me to ask.

do i have any other way of contacting you all if/when i go quiet? kind of? i recently found my discord account and have updated that so i can talk to my friends but 1) i'm kind of shy about asking to add people on discord and 2) i have no idea how it works because i'm kind of uncool like that. feel free to DM me if you want to add me! otherwise i guess we'll have to rely on tumblr's ever amazing askbox and private messaging features.

okay i think that's everything? i know i said on my first announcement post that i would try to set up a queue but i'm going to be realistic and admit that i'll just forget. okay bye!

[misscammiedawn]

50 Days of HypnoKink - Day 30: VR Headsets

Alignment: 80% Bottom

First off, obligatory link to Snatch & Grab for a "based on true events" story that involves tying a dolly up and putting her in a VR headset. Thanks as always to @redcap3 for writing and for any parts of the story which may have happened in reality.

Link also to Charmed 2023 Day 2 where Daja plugged me in to a VR headset for programming.

I am so so so lucky to get to experience this!

Throughout my entire life it has been such an evocative image. VR headsets forcing a person to look in to a spiral. Even if they slammed their eyes shut they'll still feel the light blinking against their eyelids. The audio would pour into their ears. You're stuck. Helpless. Trapped and subject to the power of the programming.

Like I'm not a drone fan but there is something so so lovely about that.

*I just said "I'm not a drone fan" and imagined being in a skintight zentai suit while plugged in to a headset and let me tell you, that is QUITE the reaction for someone who isn't a fan. Because WANT*

So for those who want to do this, please check out the Mind Melting Massaging Machine. All the info you need is here on Sleepyhead's Mind Control Games wiki

MMM allows you to put on custom spirals and audios. I have put a few together before.

At Charmed 2023 Daja put me in a headset with a pre-scripted 15 minute session that MELTS MY HEART! And my mind! I was a puddle!

I write about that a bunch in the Charmed entry I linked above!

VR headsets are just-- if you can sideload it on an Oculus it's a really good use of time and money.

Here! Have a video of me getting absolutely OBLITERATED by a binaural drill that was designed to hollow me out <3

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Day 29: Safe Spaces

FULL SCHEDULE MASTER POST

Day 31: Auto-Fractionation

[godidontgaf]

heyy while on the hip hop + rap recommendations subject, ive always been interested but never really known where to start. right now all i listen to is CJ the x, quebrada queer (Brazilian!! super recommend), and definitely putting some more interest in Kendrick Lamar. anyone you'd recommend?

Okay first of all CJ the X is a badass name and second of all I listened to some of his music and I’m definitely getting some Rav vibes! I’d recommend trying a lot of Ravs music but especially listen to ‘Put it Down’ ‘Cinnabar’ and really the entire album ‘Solar Flare’ ! :D

But if you wanna branch out to more rap music then Kendrick lamar is definitely a good start! I suggest listening to the albums I recommended in my last post!! ‘DAMN.’ ‘To Pimp a Butterfly’ ‘good kid m.A.A.d. city’ ‘Section.80’ ‘Untitled unmastered’ ect ect. JUST LISTEN TO KENDRICK HES GREAT!!!

Another great artist that I love with all my heart is Danny Brown! His writing is incredible and his beats are so unique! ‘XXX’ was definitely my favourite, but ‘uknowwhatimsayin¿’ ‘The Hybrid’ and ‘Quaranta’ are also amazing and worth listening to! He’s got some weird lyrics but shh just focus on the beat trust me!

I’ve been waiting this whole rant to mention this but if you wanna get into rap PLEASE TRY THE OLDER STUFF!!! 70s-90s!!! There are so many tracks from back then that I’d say still rival the quality of most rap today! One of my favourite albums from back then (which is turning 34 in 2 weeks <3) is ‘Amerikkkas Most Wanted’ By Ice Cube! The storytelling is phenomenal, clear political commentary, amazing yet simple beats, it’s got EVERYTHING a hip hop album should have! It’s everything hip hop should BE! 100% worth listening to, even if you’re not into rap.

I also want to mention this one hip hop group that I absolutely LOVE!!! A Tribe Called Quest! Their music has more of a jazz-y vibe than someone like Ice Cube or Kendrick but nonetheless, still amazing! I’m sure Q-tip and Phife Dawgs unique voices will get you hooked instantly! ‘Midnight Marauders’ and ‘The Low End Theory’ are such incredible albums with every track having a unique beat, yet still keeping the same feel and vibe!

Theres so so so many artists I could go on about for hours, but I’m just gonna keep it short and give you a list of a bunch of pre-2000s songs from my playlist! :)

Street Struck - Big L

Runnin’ - The Pharcyde

Appetite For Destruction - N.W.A

Mama Said Knock You Out - LL COOL J

Dolly My Baby - Super Cat

Rebirth of Slick - Digable Planets

Groove Is in the Heart - Deee-Lite

Da Mystery of Chessboxin’ - Wu-tang clan

Double Trouble - The Roots

Hope this helps you get a little more into rap! And please keep asking me ANYTHING hip hop related I love talking about this stuff! :D

[smt4flynn]

little dollie, little loss

Note: This has implied/referenced dark topics, but none of it is explicit explored and depicted in the story! I was requested to write Astarion pre-Nautiloid interacting with either a spawn, or trying to get a catch for Cazador. I settled for this brief interaction because, for some reason, it got stuck in my head!

Even though this isn't Explicit, I still would rather minors DNI!

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“You really should stop picking fights with Petras.” Astarion stiffens up when he hears a voice that isn’t Godey’s – a surprise, considering Cazador, but that ugly bastard always has such a strange soft spot for Dalyria that he cannot understand. He looks over to see her standing at the doorway, hovering almost uncertainly, before she huffs something out and puffs her hair out of her eyes. Even with them being ageless and their bodies not often showing signs of wear and tear, she looks tired, drained. She has rats in her hands and Astarion bears his teeth in a hiss.

“Really, Dal?” he drawls her name out, watching the way she twitches uncomfortably. She never likes at when he enunciates her name that way; it sounds too close to doll, Astarion is aware, which is what Cazador likes calling her before he whisks her away to hurt her in a way he doesn’t with some of the other spawn. “You’re bringing me rats? Do you think that is a peace offering?” he snaps out and she looks at him warily.

The room he is in isn’t the kennel; it is one of the many rooms unused by Cazador’s ‘guests’, the one where he will sometimes prison the spawn in while deciding what to do with them. This is Astarion’s; there are still documents of cases he worked on and scrolls of the many illicit deals he made with people most unsavoury. Blackmail that Cazador never uses, perhaps because, well, why would he need to? Dalyria looks around in the decrepit bedroom and tries not to linger on places where peeled flesh have long since fused with the ground, where blood dries and stains permanently. The smell does not help much. At the very least it isn’t feculent; it is hard to expend waste when your diet is entirely liquids that don’t go to your kidneys.

Her expression falls considerably. At least, Astarion thinks, it doesn’t have the stench of semen that Petras’ room has; Cazador likes his looks, personally, just like he does with Dalyria. He hears them, sometimes, when Cazador is being especially cruel. If Astarion has anything in his belly then surely he will retch recalling it. He looks at Dalyria’s strained wrists then back down to the rats.

“I convinced him,” she says with a shaky voice, “to not take punishment out on you this time. I found – I kept – I put him in a good mood.” starved and shaky, she makes her way over to Astarion and dumps the rats in front of him. They fall with an almost sloppy sound that makes her heave and him wince away. “Here are the rats he would have given me, alongside your share.” instead of leaving when he picks one of the putrid rats up, she settles down next to him, knees drawn up and gaze blank.

He takes a pointed sniff, the first since she comes in here, and fights back a gag. The stench emanating from her is horrid, especially now that she is so close to him, and her claws dig in deep into her knees. There are bruises that won’t fade, hidden a little under her dress, when Astarion peeks at her.

“Why did you fight with him?” she asks. “You know he...” neither of them continue that sentence; how Cazador looks at Petras is something Astarion pretends he doesn’t notice. It isn’t the same way he looks at Astarion, enraged and oh-so-gleeful at the idea of flaying him, but at least it doesn’t involve bodily fluids exchanged between them. Strangely, Cazador doesn’t find him desirable. Attractive, yes, attractive enough to twist his womanizing ways against him. Not enough to want him. “I was lucky this time, I don’t know if I can do this again.”

The laugh Astarion barks out burns his lips, melts his teeth, and Dalyria gives him a worn glare. “That bastard decided to take his anger out on me,” he spits out, “I only escalated it and finally gave him his due. Really, now, Dal,” and again is the flinch; it makes him hesitate for less than a moment. Only for less than that. “You know he showboats! He thinks himself more favoured than me because I lose my spine and have it crushed up while he gets to have himself ripped open!” she shushes him when he is about to start screaming; the walls have ears, who knows who will hear? And Astarion grits his teeth. “He had it coming. And I was not in a good way that day.”

“Cazador won’t favour you like he does Leon if you keep acting out like that,” she says, almost skittish, “and he won’t be giving me any supplies to help us – you, myself anytime soon, you know that.”

He looks at her. She stares back. “What a failure of a doctor you are.” he says blankly and Dalyria’s eyes flash with anger, only for it to melt away just as quickly. She looks hollowed. He sees himself reflected, though warbled, in the ruby of her eyes; he looks just the same. “Besides, Leon always does his best to brown nose to Cazador as much as he can. No one can match up to him. Not even you.”

The rat in his hand is heavy and disgusting. She seems to have cleaned it up as best she can before coming here, as though to spare him some indignity, and he can’t help the next roll of sharp laughter that escapes him. She doesn’t react; instead, she just watches quietly while he brings the rat up and sinks his teeth into it, drinking hungrily from it.

“I think,” she says, “I think out of everyone, Astarion, you’ll be the one to escape, and you’ll be the one to do better than all of us. But I don’t know when that’ll happen, not when Cazador seems to be getting so... so paranoid, now.”

He snorts. “What a delusional idealist you are, Dalyria.” and she looks down at the rabbits. Her stomach rumbles like his does, a vestigial, mocking memorabilia of mortality. He hoards the rats closer and Dalyria closes her eyes before she stands up.

Something drips down her legs. She is quick to grab something to wipe it off of the floor, off her thighs. He watches her scrub herself raw, like he has many times before. The rat in his mouth tastes like bile.

“I’m sorry, Astarion.” Dalyria says.

“Aren’t we all, Dal?” and she walks away. The wood does not creak beneath her feet. She turns to look at him.

She closes the door.

[dweemeister]

2023 Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song (preliminary round)

Tumblr’s new post editor has disabled completely the ability to make indented bullet points. I apologize in advance for how ugly most of this post looks.

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OPEN invites to (or at least people who are committed to the final, but would like access to the prelim): @birdsongvelvet, @derricklogan2, @dog-of-ulthar, @inmyworldblr, @machpowervisions, @memetoilet, @metamatar, @myluckyerror, @noelevangilinecarson, @phendranaedge, @plus-low-overthrow, @qteeclown, @shadesofhappy, and @the-lilac-grove. Some of you have participated in past MOABOS editions, some of you are longtime followers I've not really spoken to, but have interacted with quite a few of my posts... if you are interested, please let me know. I'll assign you a group or I'll put you into the final.

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Hello everybody,

If you were tagged here, that is because you graciously accepted my invitation to help out with this year's edition of the Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song (MOABOS). I welcome you to the eleventh edition of MOABOS (MOABOS XI) and the tenth edition with outside help from family, friends, and followers on tumblr. When I first opened this up to other folks in 2014 (MOABOS II), I believed that this would last but only a few years, at most. And every time the year is new, I have no clue whether or not there will be another edition of MOABOS.

But here we are yet again. The Movie Odyssey Award for Best Original Song is not possible without all of your help.

For newcomers near and far: This is a classic film blog (concentration: pre-1980s Hollywood, but I have various specialties outside of that and watch plenty of newer films). That blog's primary purpose is to host my nearly 800 film write-ups tagged "My Movie Odyssey" (an index can be found here). MOABOS is one of my blog's year-end traditions, and just a smaller part of a larger one. On my blog, the Movie Odyssey Awards honor some of the best achievements from movies that I saw for the first time this calendar year (the "Movie Odyssey") with an Oscar-like ceremony. I choose all the nominees and winners from each category, save one: Best Original Song. It is the only category that does not require you to watch several movies in their entirety. MOABOS is my way to say thank you for your friendship and moral support no matter how long I've known you. It is, sneakily so, a way to introduce all of you to music and movies I enjoyed this past year. And you might learn a snippet of film history through this!

INTRODUCTION

An unspecified number of songs have already advanced to the final round. 24 songs will contest this preliminary round in two groups - Group A and Group B. After three years of pandemic disruptions, the 2020s are finally making a significant mark on MOABOS, perhaps with a vengeance. Some of the highest-grossing films of both 2023 and 2022 are here to contend, as is a movie newly-minted as one of the highest-grossing anime films ever. But the defending decade, the 1980s (through Dolly Parton's title song for 1980's 9 to 5), has plenty of entries this year. It is the decade of pop culture I like least, but the 1980s have a decent shot at being the first decade to defend a MOABOS title.

Last year was regrettably a monolingual field of songs. Folks, multilingual MOABOS is back. This year, across both groups, English, French, Hindi (returning for the first time since 2020, or MOABOS VIII), Japanese (also returning after a three-year absence), Brazilian Portuguese, and Vietnamese will be represented. For their respective movies, they capture just a part of a nation's soul and filmmaking culture at a certain time. MOABOS, too, is its own sort of time capsule.

After a few years of slight decline, the preliminary round of MOABOS drew a record 36 people casting rankings. Might that record fall this year? That same preliminary saw a resounding rejection of American folk music (or spoofs of American folk, at least) and a decidedly mixed opinion of the style of Golden Age 20th Century Fox musicals (their plots might be silly and nonsensical, but at least they have no pretensions of being anything more than that!). No American folk this year, but 20th Century Fox has a few contenders this year.

1980s and contemporary pop have historically performed well in the preliminaries. With some formidable entries this year that receive regular radio play, does that hold up or are there upsets in the cards?

2019's MOABOS (MOABOS VII) preliminary remains the gold standard for sheer chaos. The miraculous comeback of "I Dug a Ditch" from Thousands Cheer (1943) in the prelim's final hour brought a song that seemed dead as a doorknob back to life. A song about digging a hole got out of its hole, if you will. No group since has ever matched that drama. Might this be a nailbiter of a result?

INSTRUCTIONS

Please rank (#1-11) at least seven of your group's songs. Please consider to the best of your ability (these are only suggestions, not strict guidelines): 

How musically interesting the song is (incl. and not limited to musical phrasing and orchestration);

Its lyrics (incl. and not limited to lyrical invention and lyrical flow); 

Context within the film (contextual blurbs provided for every entry for those who haven't seen the films);

Choreography/dance direction (if applicable; I know that almost none of us have a dancing background, but let's not discount this aspect entirely);

The song's cultural/sociopolitical impact and legacy/listenability outside the film's context (if applicable, and, in my opinion, least important factor)

A notice on audio/video quality and colorization of black-and-white film: Because it is sometimes difficult to find clean recordings of much of this music, imperfections in audio and video quality may not be used against any song while you are drawing up your rankings - you're on the honor system on this one. In addition, in respect to personal and blog policy, I will not provide colorized videos of films that were originally in black-and-white. You can call this snobby all you want. But to yours truly, film colorization of B&W is disrespectful to the artisans who plied their craft and made decisions based on the fact the film was shot in black-and-white. It is essentially redirecting a movie without consent.

You are encouraged to send in comments and reactions with your rankings - it makes the process more enjoyable for you and myself!

The top six songs in each group automatically advance to the final round. Unlike previous years, no at-large wild card picks outside the top six will advance to the final.

The deadline for submission is Wednesday, December 13 at 11 PM Pacific Time. That is 9 PM Hawaii/Aleutian Time. That deadline is also Thursday, December 14 at 1 AM Central Time / 2 AM Eastern Time / 7 AM GMT / 8 AM CET / 9 AM EET. This deadline - and some of you have joked with me that this is inevitable - will be pushed back if there are a large number of people who have not submitted in time. However, I very much do not wish to extend the deadline because the final round is more intensive and usually involves more participants. A small group of longtime MOABOS veterans will be asked to do both groups, if possible (but they are required to complete their assigned group first before moving on) - they are generally selected for their longevity of MOABOS participation and promptness. Tabulation details are under the "read more".

Please pay attention to the groups you have been sorted into, and please only submit rankings for the group you have been assigned. For your convenience, the YouTube playlists for both groups follow:

PLAYLISTS: (GROUP A) / (GROUP B)

Group A: be warned, I am somewhat trolling you on one of these songs. At least it comes early!

Feel free to listen as many times as you need, and I hope you discover music and movies that strike your interest. With the deepest appreciation from this grateful classic film fan, here are your group's songs. The following is formatted... ("Song title", composer and lyricist, film title):

GROUP A

“Apartment for Sale”, music and lyrics by Cate Blanchett and Todd Field, Tár (2022)

Performed by Cate Blanchett

After her cross-hall apartment neighbor dies, composer/conductor Lydia Tár (Blanchett; whose character is the first female music director of the Berlin Philharmonic) learns from the deceased's family that they think the classical music emanating from Tár's apartment is an unlistenable racket. They bluntly request Tár to stop playing music entirely when they meet with potential buyers. Moments after that encounter, this is her response. By this point in the film, Tár's rationality is very much in question. This is a drama about the hubris and manipulative ways for a person in power.

This is the shortest song ever to qualify for a MOABOS preliminary round.

“Barsaat mein hamse mile tum sajan (In the Rainy Season, We Met One Another)”, music by Shankarsingh Raghuwanshi and Jaikishan Dayabhai Panchal, lyrics by Shailendra, Barsaat (1949)

(initial version) / (end-of-film reprise)

Performed by Nimmi (singing voice dubbed by Lata Mangeshkar)

Lyrics in Hindi (translations in the CC's in provided videos)

Raj Kapoor was a major director/actor in the early decades of Bollywood. In one of his first directed movies, shortly after the Partition of India, we find Barsaat. This romance tells of two love stories of city men meeting women who live in Kashmir (a disputed region between India, Pakistan, and China). Later in the films, we will find Pran (Raj Kapoor) and Reshma (Nargis) quickly falling in love. But this song surrounds the womanizing Gopal (Prem Nath) and Neela (Nimmi), whose faithful love for Gopal goes largely unrequited. After much convincing from Neela, Gopal attends a local festival – and doesn't pay much attention to this Neela-led song-and-dance number.

In the reprise, Neela has died near the end of the film. Reformed, realizing too late how horrible he has been to Neela, Gopal carries her body to her funeral pyre as the monsoon rains – as hinted in this film's very title – finally arrive.

“Ciao Papa”, music by Alexandre Desplat, lyrics by Roeban Katz and Guillermo del Toro, Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio (2022)

Performed by Gregory Mann

In this stop-motion animated adaptation of Carlo Collodi's Pinocchio, director Guillermo del Toro injects the tale with his signature gothic touch – moving the narrative up in time to Fascist Italy and not shying away from the original book's grotesqueness and the title character's sociopathy. This song appears as part of a montage where Geppetto (David Bradley) goes in search of Pinocchio (Mann) after Count Volpe (Christoph Waltz) abducts the wooden son.

“Esse Mundo é Meu (This World is Mine)”, music by Sérgio Ricardo, lyrics by Sérgio Ricardo and Ruy Guerra, Esse Mundo é Meu (1964, Brazil)

Originally performed a cappella by Antônio Pitanga; provided version performed by Marina Lutfi and Adriana Lutfi (lead vocals), Sérgio Ricardo (vocals), João Gurgel (vocal/guitar), Alexandre Caldi (winds), Marcelo Caldi (piano/accordion), Lui Coimbra (cello), Giordano Gasperin (bass), and Diego Zangado (percussion)

Lyrics in Portuguese (extremely rough translated lyrics... "Saravá ogum" is an Afro-Brazilian exclamation; I'm not sure what "Mandinga" means in the song's context, but it's an Afro-Brazilian word that either refers to an ethnic group or "magic")

In this film almost never screened outside Brazil, two separate romantic storylines – a white couple and a black couple – play out in a Rio de Janeiro favela. In the latter storyline, Antônio Pitanga plays a shoeshiner. One day, while setting up his shoeshining equipment along the beach, he sings this song – an optimistic number in hopes for a better tomorrow. Black Brazilian romance was and is rare in Brazilian cinema, and the inclusion of such a romance so prominently featured in this film makes it a landmark of the nation's film history.

From the song's humble origins and use in the film, Sérgio Ricardo turned it into bossa nova. That's the late composer/film director himself in the provided video (the older man furthest to the left). The lead singers are his daughters.

“Hold My Hand” , music and lyrics by Lady Gaga and BloodPop, Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

Performed by Lady Gaga

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song

This song, with touches of '80s arena rock and torch songs, appears at the top of the end credits. It is not quoted in the film's score at any point in this equally jingoistic sequel to the original Top Gun.

“I Know Why (And So Do You)”, music by Mack Gordon, lyrics by Harry Warren, Sun Valley Serenade (1941)

(initial version) / (reprise)

Performed by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra, Lynn Bari (dubbed by Pat Friday), The Modernaires, and John Payne; reprise by Payne and Sonja Henie

This song's melody forms the backbone of the film's score throughout. In the opening minutes of this musical, we find the Phil Corey Orchestra (Glenn Miller and His Orchestra) rehearsing in preparation for a Christmas concert they will be headlining in the mountainous resort town of Sun Valley, Idaho. The first 48 seconds of the first video are an instrumental version of Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade".

The reprise occurs near the end of the film as Norwegian refugee/figure skating extraordinaire Karen Benson (Sonja Henie, a 3x Olympic gold medalist in figure skating) and pianist Ted Scott (John Payne) find themselves stuck in a mountainside cabin. Karen, who has fled Norway due to the Nazi takeover there, has been pursuing Ted for almost all of the film, and Ted finally succumbs to her charms here - to the outrage of his girlfriend (Lynn Bari). Suffice it to say nobody should watch 20th Century Fox musicals for the plot (but refreshingly, they're not pretending to be any more than what they are).

“Jean”, music and lyrics by Rod McKuen, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1969)

Performed by Rod McKuen

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song

Adapted from Muriel Spark's novel of the same name and set in 1930s Edinburgh, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie stars Maggie Smith as Jean Brodie, a teacher at an all-girls school. Brodie, a woman with unorthodox teaching methods, has a cadre of favorite students nicknamed the "Brodie Set": Sandy (Pamela Franklin), Monica (Shirley Steedman), Jenny (Diane Grayson), and Mary (Jane Carr). Each of them are around twelve years old when the film begins. This film, an atypical "teacher movie", is about a breakdown of professionalism, betrayal of trust, loss of innocence, and hubris.

The melodic structure is inspired by the style of Scottish folk songs, and it forms the central spine of the film's score and plays throughout. The song itself is not performed with lyrics until the end credits. Due to the events in the film's closing act, the tone, placement, and lyrics of "Jean" become ironic. The lyrics are decidedly romantic but, in context, it's anything but.

“Miss Celie’s Blues (Sister)”, music by Quincy Jones and Rod Temperton, lyrics by Quincy Jones, Rod Temperton, and Lionel Richie, The Color Purple (1985)

Performed by Margaret Avery (singing voice dubbed by Táta Vega)

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Original Song

Based on the book of the same name by Alice Walker, The Color Purple stars Whoopi Goldberg as Celie Harris in her breakthrough role. Celie, forcibly married off to Albert "Mister" Johnson (Danny Glover) as a teenager, has grown resigned after a lifetime of parental and spousal abuse. Mister has a mistress named Shug Avery (Margaret Avery), who works as a showgirl in Memphis. After one stormy evening, a sickly Shug appears at Mister's homestead for the first time and, over a few weeks, Celie nurses her back to health. The two grow attached and, as tribute, Shug performs this song at the local riverside juke joint.

In the book, the romantic relationship between Celie and Shug after this moment is more explicit. Director Steven Spielberg's greatest regret over this film was not making more of this romantic relationship. Given that the movie was released at the height of the HIV/AIDS crisis and in an environment where LGBTQ+ themes were verboten to the major movie studios, I don't believe much more could've been done in 1985.

“Pink”, music and lyrics by Lizzo, Mark Ronson, Andrew Wyatt, and Ricky Reed, Barbie (2023)

(initial version) / (reprise)

Performed by Lizzo

After narrator Helen Mirren describes to the audience Barbieland, we are introduced to Barbie (Margot Robbie), just awakening from a good night's sleep, with the initial version of "Pink". At the end of that day at the nightly dance party, Barbie asks her fellow Barbies if they ever think about death – a Barbie faux pas. Barbie corrects herself, but remains haunted by her question when she goes to bed that evening. We hear the reprise as Barbie awakens the next morning after barely sleeping, and everything that can go wrong does go wrong.

“That Darn Cat!”, composed by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, That Darn Cat! (1965)

Performed by Bobby Darin

Appears in the opening credits and final minutes of this comedy. That Darn Cat! marked the end of an era and the start of another. This was Hayley Mills' final of six films for Disney (a run that included the title character in 1960's Pollyanna and in her dual role in the original Parent Trap) and Dean Jones' first for Disney. The provided version includes audio from the opening credits, extracted directly from the film itself (a stipulation in Darin's contract means that the original soundtrack version is nowhere to be found online).

“Trời Sáng Rồi, Ta Ngủ Đi Thôi (Good Morning and Good Night)”, music by Phạm Hải Âu, lyrics by Phạm Hải Âu and Chung Chí Công, Good Morning and Good Night (2019, Vietnam)

Performed by Hà Quốc Hoàng and Trần Lê Thúy Vy

Lyrics in Vietnamese (translation in provided video)

In this romantic musical influenced heavily by Richard Linklater's Before trilogy, indie musician Tâm (Hà Quốc Hoàng) unexpectedly forms a deep connection with Thanh (Trần Lê Thúy Vy), a rideshare driver who challenges his view of life, love, and art. This song appears at the top of the end credits. Most of the numbers in this film are composed in a style suited to Vietnamese indie music.

“When I Grow Up”, music by Ray Henderson, lyrics by Ted Koehler and Irving Caesar, Curly Top (1935)

Performed by Shirley Temple; first reprise (not provided) by Billy Gilbert and Arthur Treacher; second reprise (not provided) by Esther Dale

Orphan Elizabeth Blair (Temple) performs this at a charity show meant to raise funds for the orphanage she is staying at. At certain points in this song, she dresses up in a wedding gown and dons "old" makeup in respect to the lyrics.

Where Alice Faye and Betty Grable may have been the two primary musical adult actresses at 20th Century Fox, Shirley Temple eclipsed both. Her modestly-budgeted movies showcased her childhood innocence and spunk, endearing her to a moviegoing public faced with the dire straits of the Great Depression. She was the highest-grossing actor in Hollywood from 1934-1938, and moviegoers of the Lost, Greatest, and early Silent Generations credit Temple's movies as needed morale boosters.

The folks assigned to GROUP A include: @cinemaocd, @cokwong, @emilylime5, @exlibrisneh, @idontknowmuchaboutmovies, @maximiliani, @shootingstarvenator, and @stephdgray. You are also being joined by 15 others including myself and my sister.

GROUP B

“Animal Crackers in My Soup”, music by Ray Henderson, lyrics by Ted Koehler and Irving Caesar, Curly Top (1935)

Performed by Shirley Temple

Young Elizabeth Blair (Temple) and her elder sister, Mary (Rochelle Hudson) are living in an orphanage and are the primary entertainers for their fellow orphan girls. This number occurs early in the film and is quoted multiple times in the film's score. For those of you who despised this song's placement in those Shirley Temple DVD infomercials, I have no apologies to offer you.

Where Alice Faye (MOABOS X's "A Journey to a Star" from 1943's The Gang's All Here) and Betty Grable may have been the two primary musical adult actresses at 20th Century Fox, Shirley Temple eclipsed both. Her modestly-budgeted movies showcased her childhood innocence and spunk, endearing her to a moviegoing public faced with the dire straits of the Great Depression. She was the highest-grossing actor in Hollywood from 1934-1938, and moviegoers of the Lost, Greatest, and early Silent Generations credit Temple's movies as needed morale boosters.

“Barbarella”, music and lyrics by Bob Crewe and Charles Fox, Barbarella (1968)

Performed by The Glitterhouse

Played over the opening credits (not provided, because they are extremely NSFW) in which the title character (Jane Fonda) slowly undresses herself in zero gravity. Based on a controversially racy and heavily sexualized comic book series in France (even for the French!), Barbarella is a campy sci-fi movie that obliterated Fonda's homespun image in cinema. The movie was and is far more popular in Europe than it was in the U.S. (where it never became anything more than a cult classic).

In the years since, Fonda, a noted liberal activist, has essentially pleaded no contest to accusations that the film was anything but feminist.

“Captain Crow”, music by Nell Benjamin and Laurence O’Keefe, The Sea Beast (2022)

Performed by chorus

Appears in part during a celebratory night at a pub in the film's opening act. Full appearance at the top of the end credits. This is a sea shanty celebrating the legendary monster hunter Captain Crow (Jared Harris). The melody is seldom quoted in the film's score. In The Sea Beast, an unnamed country has waged a centuries-long campaign to kill sea beasts, in defense of humanity. Similar to American Westerns, the film and this song plays with ideas of how popular narratives or mythoi are spun.

(Instrumental-only version for those interested... many versions in different languages are available on YouTube, including French, Hindi, Italian, Spanish, Vietnamese, and more – some lyrically clunkier than others)

“I’m Just Ken”, music and lyrics by Mark Ronson and Andrew Wyatt, Barbie (2023)

Performed by Ryan Gosling and company

The Kens of Barbieland have just taken over power from the Barbies. In response, the Barbies, Allan, and Mattel employee Gloria and her daughter Sasha have manipulated the Kens into fighting each other while they attempt to reestablish control. According to director Greta Gerwig, the dance segment seen here was influenced by "Lullaby of Broadway" from Gold Diggers of 1935 (1935; see the warm-up playlist I sent to many of you) and "The Broadway Melody" from Singin' in the Rain (1952).

“Mujhe Kisi se Pyaar Ho Gaya (I’ve Fallen in Love with Someone)”, music by Shankarsingh Raghuwanshi and Jaikishan Dayabhai Panchal, lyrics by Shailendra, Barsaat (1949, India)

Performed by Nargis (singing voice dubbed by Lata Mangeshkar)

Lyrics in Hindi (translations in the CC's in provided videos)

Raj Kapoor was a major director/actor in the early decades of Bollywood. In one of his first directed movies, shortly after the Partition of India, we find Barsaat. This romance tells of two love stories of vacationing city men meeting women who live in Kashmir (a disputed region between India, Pakistan, and China). This film juxtaposes the story of the womanizing Gopal (Prem Nath) and Neela (Nimmi), with that of Pran (Raj Kapoor) and Reshma (Nargis). It is the beginning of Pran and Reshma's romance that we see here, after she has been rowing Gopal and Pran around for the last few days.

“Qu'est-ce qu'on fait de l'amour? (What Do We Do with Love?)”, music and lyrics by Vincent Courtois, Ernest and Celestine: A Trip to Gibberitia (2022, France)

Performed by Pomme

Lyrics in French (rough translation)

This song appears at the top of the end credits of this sequel to 2012's Ernest & Celestine, which was nominated (against the odds) for the Academy Award for Best Animated Feature. The original was, as I wrote back in 2014, "cinematic friendship at its most rewarding and profoundly beautiful." In this sequel for our dynamic mouse and bear duo, Celestine (the mouse) accidentally breaks Ernest's (the bear) precious Stradibearius violin. It leads the unlikely friends to search for an old violin maker acquaintance of Ernest's back in his homeland of Gibberitia ("Charabïe" in the original title, a name derived from "charabia", the French word for "gibberish").

A further shameless plug for all of you reading this to seek out animation that is not from the major American and Japanese studios.

“Return to Sender”, music and lyrics by Winfield Scott and Otis Blackwell, Girls! Girls! Girls! (1962)

Performed by Elvis Presley

The eleventh of Elvis' 31 movies (if MOABOS returns for future editions, let's just say there's a lot more Elvis to come) and the second shot in Hawai'i after 1961's Blue Hawaii, Girls! Girls! Girls! is a misnomer as there are only two girls vying for Elvis' affections (it would be an appropriate title for many other Elvis movies). My sister thinks this film should've been titled Girls? Girls. Girls!

Here, Ross Carpenter (Elvis) is a fisherman who spends his evenings as a nightclub singer. Fellow nightclub singer Robin Gantner (Stella Stevens) and the secretly wealthy Laurel Dodge (Laurel Goodwin) are very much attracted to him. This number occurs after Ross starts seeing Laurel, inflaming Robin's suspicions, and resulting in a spat at the bar that immediately preceded the song.

“Something He Can Feel”, music and lyrics by Curtis Mayfield, Sparkle (1976)

Performed by Lonette McKee, Irene Cara, and Dwan Smith

(use in film) / (soundtrack version with Aretha Franklin)

Loosely based on the history of the Supremes, the musical Sparkle is the story of the three Williams sisters (the late Cara as lead singer Sparkle, McKee as Sister, and Smith as Dolores). They decide, along with two of their boyfriends, to take their church singing experience and turn into a semi-professional group called the Hearts.

This song appears midway through the film, as the boys have dropped out to become the group's managers. The Williams sisters have renamed the group Sister and the Sisters (I would've kept the original name). The performance of this number is intercut with glimpses of Sister's troubled personal life – the film's Rubicon crossing, setting up the conclusion of her storyline.

The film's original soundtrack does not contain any of the original performances. Instead, Aretha Franklin sings all the songs from the film in the soundtrack.

“Suzume”, music and lyrics by RADWIMPS, Suzume (2022, Japan)

Performed by RADWIMPS and Toaka

Lyrics in Japanese (extremely rough translation)

This song's melody (especially the eighteen-note vocalized motif) appears throughout the film. But this version, with lyrics, only appears as the second song in the end credits. In this film, 17-year-old Suzume and a young man named Souta must journey across Japan to close a series of mystical doors. Mysterious phenomena are passing through these once-locked into our world, and are causing natural disasters.

Makoto Shinkai's latest, unadjusted for inflation, is the fourth-highest grossing Japanese film of all time. MOABOS regulars will recall previous entries from Your Name (2016) and Weathering with You (2019) – all RADWIMPS compositions. Suzume directly addresses a trauma that Your Name and Weathering with You danced around: the 3/11/11 earthquake, tsunami, and Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster.

“Take My Breath Away”, music and lyrics by Giorgio Moroder and Tom Whitlock, Top Gun (1986)

Performed by Berlin

Winner of the Academy Award for Best Original Song

This song plays during romantic dialogue between Maverick (Tom Cruise) and Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood (Kelly McGillis). Top Gun never plays the entire song. In its inexplicable four appearances in the film in a 20-minute span, the song itself is played muted underneath the dialogue, its lyrics barely discernible in those respective scenes.

“Tiền”, music and lyrics by Trần Khắc Trí, Good Morning and Good Night (2019, Vietnam)

Performed by Trần Lê Thúy Vy, Hà Quốc Hoàng, and company

In this romantic musical influenced heavily by Richard Linklater's Before trilogy, indie musician Tâm (Hà Quốc Hoàng) unexpectedly forms a deep connection with Thanh (Trần Lê Thúy Vy), a rideshare driver who challenges his view of life, love, and art over a full day. This song appears about a third of the way through, after a conversation about money ("tiền" means "money" in Vietnamese). Most of the numbers in this film are composed in a style suited to Vietnamese indie music.

“We Don’t Need Another Hero (Thunderdome)”, music and lyrics by Terry Britten and Graham Lyle, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome (1985)

Performed by Tina Turner

This song plays at the top of the end credits of the Mad Max series' third entry. In this movie, the late Tina Turner herself plays the antagonist (but neither true villain or antihero) Aunty Entity - who leads a post-apocalyptic trading post called Bartertown. "Thunderdome" refers to a gladiatorial arena in Bartertown in which conflicts are settled in a battle to the death (an aside: awkward as "Thunderdome" sounds as a lyric, it makes more sense than "Thunderball" from the 007 movie of the same name).

The folks assigned to GROUP B include: @addaellis, @halfwaythruthedark, @rawberry101, @rosymeraki-blog, @theybecomestories, @umgeschrieben, @underblackwings, and @yellanimal. You are also being joined by 14 others including myself and my sister.

Would you like to know something more about a song or a movie featured above? Do you have a question or comment about MOABOS's processes? Feel free to ask me! If you are having difficulty accessing any of the songs (especially if region-locked) or if there are any errors in the links above or the playlist, please let me know as soon as possible.

You will be contacted for the final round regardless of your participation or non-participation in the preliminary. If turnout in one group is lagging behind compared to another, I will ask some of the more senior participants to participate in the other group, too. Do not worry too much about this if you cannot participate, although I will be checking in as the deadlines near.

Once more to all of you here, my thanks for your support for the Movie Odyssey, the blog, and for me personally over however long I've known you. It's a privilege and a pleasure to share all these movies (well, excerpts of them) and musical numbers with you. It's my hope that you not only learn something new about film and/or music, but that you also find this very fun to do!

Happy listening, all. And thank you again!

TABULATION FOR THE PRELIMINARY ROUND

This preliminary round uses a points-based, ranked choice method which has been in use since MOABOS II (2014). A respondent’s first choice receives 10 points, the second choice receives 9, the third choice receives 8, etc. The winner is the song that ends up with the most total points. The tabulation method described here for the preliminary round is used only as a tiebreaker in the final round (more on how the final is tabulated when we get there). 

The tiebreakers for the preliminary are:

total points earned;

total #1 votes;

song(s) which is/are ranked higher on more ballots than the other(s);

average placement on my and my sister's ballots;

tie declared

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OC Introductions

Alright here's some new OCs plus a bonus one that conceptualized as I was writing these out whoops (and I'm gonna tag @daughter-of-melpomene since Dolly knew about a little about Aimee and gave me literally all 4 FCs for the 911/911 Lone Star ocs)

OUAT

Aimee Grimard (Charithra Chandran FC), Gabriella Lang ship. Known as Elisabeth Barbot in the Enchanted Forest, her father was a merchant that angered the Evil Queen and her home was burned down and his ship was lost at seat. They had to move to the countryside and work on a farm, where she explored in the woods and found a deserted castle where she met Suzanna. In Storybrooke, she lives and works on the docks, helps out at Granny's and does storytime sometimes for Mary Margaret. When the curse is broken, she remembers Gabriella but Gabriella doesn't remember her

9-1-1

Rowan Buckley (Jake Borelli FC), Josh Russo ship. A cousin to Maddie born a year after Daniel, he also wasn't a bone marrow match. So when his parents died and his aunt and uncle took him in just after Daniel passed, he was also sworn to secrecy to never talk about him. He and Buck weren't very close when they were young as their parents focused more on Rowan as the replacement son for Daniel and Rowan was always very unsure how to be around his cousin, Maddie was pretty much their in between. When he was 18, he left home to go to college for pre-med (inspired by everything that happened with Daniel) and moved to Los Angeles, only really talking to his parents and occasionally Maddie until those talks stopped too. Then when he transfers hospitals, he meets Firefighter Buckley for the first time in years.

Kaeden Duan (Harry Shum Jr. FC), Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz ship. Born and raised in San Francisco, he spent most of his childhood raising his little sister since their parents weren't around like, at all. She lived with him as soon as he was 18 though he was training to be an EMT at the time. Then Alyssa got into college in LA and he moved with her, which leads to him meeting the 118

9-1-1: Lone Star

Mariana Diaz (Jaina Lee Ortiz FC), Marjan Marwani ship. Though her brother Eddie was always her hero and she missed him while he was in Afghanistan, she knew he was having problems. Especially after Shannon left him and Christopher. So, she encouraged him to leave Texas. Screw their parents. And Mariana, she threw herself into her work after that. Fighting fires, that's what she was good at. And then Owen Strand calls her. Her captain knew him and when he was looking to rebuild the 126, he recommended her transfer. So she accepted.

Melody Lau (Melissa O'Neil FC), Paul Strickland ship. Ever since she was young, Melody knew she wanted to help people. But her family couldn't afford to send her to college so, she looked to the police academy. She passed with flying colors, her only issue was getting employment. Melody started applying anywhere she could, and Austin was the only one that accepted with enough time for her to move. She quickly became friends with Carlos Reyes, and soon meets the 126

The Bright Sessions

Lucas Bramwell (Cody Christian FC), Caleb Michaels ship. A Class B, Level 6 Atypical, he has the ability to control plants. He's been with Dr. Bright for about six months now after being recommended by Agent Green, he does go to school with Caleb but neither have realized the other is an atypical or a patient of Dr. Bright's as he typically stays away from sports and they only share a couple of classes. After he meets Chloe when he's touring her college, he slowly gets more involved in what the AM is really doing and with Caleb

Aurora Decker (Danielle Campbell FC), Samantha Barnes & Mark Bryant ship. A Class C, Level 8 Atypical, she has the ability to turn invisible. She's a recent patient of Dr. Bright's after she saw her ad, Aurora has always had a hard time controlling her ability which has caused her to have problems in her job. She meets Sam with Dr. Bright's plan to sneak into the AM and they grow closer while on the road trip to look for Mark.

Billie Foster (Alexandra Daddario FC), Robert Gorham Damien ship. A Class A, Level 5 Atypical, she has the ability of clairvoyance. An older patient of Dr. Bright's, she's helped her get her level down a lot and while Billie probably could get away with stopping her sessions, she's almost afraid to for reasons she doesn't say. She meets Damien when he's waiting around after her session to see Dr. Bright and though Billie didn't like him at first, he kept finding her and talking to her

Laurence Mercer (Tyler Hoechlin FC), Robert Gorham Damien ship. A non-atypical that works for the AM under the name Agent Poirot, he gets moved from DC to Boston to work with Agent Green and through that he unintentionally meets Dr. Bright. But it's through an accidental meeting with Chloe at a coffee shop that he ends up meeting Damien, who initially dislikes him and Laurence tries to keep a distance, but it doesn't quite work for the two of them