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artist-issues · 2 months ago

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Let’s play a game

I like to call it

‘The Twist in Time Effect’

I play it sometimes when I rewatch movies. It’s when you take all the lowest moments (you know, Long Dark Night of the Soul for the Main Character Moments) from Disney movies and you try to come up with what would’ve happened in that world if the turning point didn’t come.

We will use an example.

In Zootopia.

Judy Hopps does not hear, from Gideon, that “a bunny can go savage,” —which was always a crucial character-moment for her because it’s ironic that the species of animal she misjudged (Nick, a fox) is the one (Gideon, a fox) that clued her in to the flaw in her thinking that needed to be fixed before she could save the day—and so, she does not put two-and-two together. She doesn’t go back to get Nick’s help and reconcile with him. She doesn’t stop Mayor Bellwhether’s plot. She stays, disheartened and guilt-ridden, on her family farm. Meanwhile, Nick tries to go back to his old con-artist ways—why wouldn’t he, nobody believes in him—but now there’s a problem.

Within a few months, Zootopia is a transformed city! Predators are going savage everywhere, and as the asylums fill up and even sane preds lose their job due to discrimination and heightened fear, Mayor Bellwhether steps in—and declares that Zootopia’s brightest minds have come up with a solution. Apparently, the only way to stop predators from “devolving” is to “help them regulate their emotions.” To save their less-fourtunate predator citizens from winding up like the mindless Emmett Otterton and his fellows, the city of Zootopia mandates shock-collar tech. Except she calls them “Taming Collars” and they detect an elevated heart rate, so that predator’s emotions can be regulated, as if that’s the key to their “going savage.”

Yup, it’s just the “Deleted Concept.” But this time, it starts where Judy and Nick have had a falling out already from the finished-product movie. So while tame collars are being instituted, Nick tries to avoid having to wear one, seeing how twisted and wrong they are. In this situation, he learns—wrong place, wrong time—a tiny piece of Bellwhether’s plot. Even having learned more, he is simply going to lay low, until Clawhauser appears to go savage and attacks Chief Bogo. Then Nick realizes that if he doesn’t find a way to bring down the Mayor, Zootopia, and all predator’s futures, will be bleak. He tries to leave the city with Fennec, maybe to find Judy, but they are cornered by Bellwhether’s goons in Tundratown.

Meanwhile, Judy re-enters the increasingly dark city to visit Chief Bogo and Clawhauser in the city hospital, feeling guiltier than ever. While there, she catches sight of Fennec, except now he’s pacing and looking savage in a little one-room cell, alongside Clawhauser’s. She ventures to ask the recovering Chief where Fennec’s friend, the fox who was a “witness on her Missing Mammals case,” was, and whether or not he had visited the little predator. She’s told that Nick Wilde is “missing.” Judy decides that she may not be a cop, but she can do something to find the friend she wronged, no matter how crazy the city gets. And from there, you have adventure. Maybe Judy will find Nick before it’s too late, and they’ll try to stop Bellwhether—but now, the fact that some of Judy’s closer associates have been attacked by predators, and that she once demonstrated prejudice against Nick in a city where prejudice now has a palpable, scary taste—plus the city’s increasing fear and trust in Bellwhether, and her knowledge that the Fox is onto her—are stacked against them.

That one’s easy. It’s just a blend-up of the deleted concept everybody likes so much and the first two acts of the movie we got.

Want to do another?

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins does not get met immediately by Silver and given encouragement after Mr. Arrow goes overboard. Instead, Scroop, up in the mast, sees Jim brooding after his "mistake" and comes and taunts him. Jim and Scroop are fighting when Silver arrives to check on the cabin-boy, and he tries to break it up. But this time, instead of Mr. Arrow being there to stop things from getting ugly, it's Captain Amelia.

Still grieving Arrow's loss, she confines Scroop, Silver, and Jim to the brig. With Scroop in hissing, bitter, close vicinity all night, Silver has no chance to give the defeated Jim his pep-talk about "greatness and sticking to his own course."

However, when Treasure Planet does come into view the next morning and the crew moors the ship safely in the atmosphere, the Captain (probably softened a bit by Doppler's intervention) sends the Doctor to fetch Jim. Jim, however, doesn't feel any particular desire to leave the brig even after the Doctor unties him. In trying to cheer him up, Doppler mentions that Jim is needed to use the map-device and find the treasure—enlightening Silver and Scroop to Jim's practical use.

Silver tries to wheedle the Doctor into untying him so a "poor cyborg could catch a glimpse of the mythical planet at long last," or something by like that. But the Doctor only has orders to bring Jim above deck—the pirates in the brig will not be accompanying them to Flint's Trove.

Silver is freed from the brig as soon as the pirate crew catches wind of this, and stages his mutiny successfully. He captures Amelia and Doppler, and seems to convince Jim to help the pirates find Flint's Trove.

Silver claims he can see Jim's potential for greatness, just like the original storyline, but this time, it's in the context of "I always knew you had the guts to join us (pirates, free-thinkers, etc.)" And he hasn't made any kind of speech about Jim being an easily-manipulated brat he doesn't care about.

So now, with Scroop left fuming in the brig with a captive Captain Amelia and Doppler for being more trouble than he's worth, and the rest of the pirates venturing in search of the treasure with Jim, the main character has a hard decision to make.

Does he betray the new father-figure who might be a criminal, but hey, at least he believes in Jim—or does he betray Doppler and Amelia, the two honorable if more-distant adults who are on the "right side?" Now Jim has to "chart his own course" and decide if that means "piracy" or "hero" with a little more emotional tension, as they hike through the jungles of Treasure Planet.

One more

Frozen

If you consider Anna the main character of Frozen, then Anna does not get help from Olaf. He does not make it to the room to help her build a fire, or, more importantly, to explain true love to her. So she doesn't go and look for Kristoff as the cure to her frozen heart—nor does she sacrifice herself for Elsa, because she doesn't know Elsa is in immediate danger. Instead, Anna freezes solid while Hans successfully tells Elsa and Arendelle that it's all Elsa's fault.

However, Hans is not successful in killing Elsa out on the fjord. She despairs and drops to the ground, like we see her do in the original storyline. But even though Olaf didn't find Anna after splitting up from the group earlier, he does find and stop Hans from slaying the Queen...simply by appearing there.

Hans is about to strike, when Olaf, having heard his claim about Anna and seen Elsa's grief, pops in and shouts, "But—but she can't be—an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart!"

Elsa turns around and sees that Hans is about to swipe her head off, and in pure self defense, she hits his hand with an ice-blast, freezing it. She spins around to flee, dizzy and blind with grief, and runs smack into Kristoff, who is still trying to reach Arendelle.

Kristoff sees Hans, who's been joined by grieving Arendelle guards, scoops Elsa onto Sven's back, and makes their escape, urgently questioning the broken Queen about Anna, but not getting much out of her.

Meanwhile Hans returns to the castle to display Anna's frozen-statue in the courtyard and tend to his wounded hand. He rallies all of the kingdom around the idea that the only way to stop the winter is to kill their former Queen, and as their new King, he vows to accomplish this mission.

While he tends to his hand, though, he questions the little enchanted snowman standing sadly by Anna's statue. What did he mean about true love? Could Anna be brought back? Olaf claims he doesn't know—only that the trolls told him Anna's heart was frozen until an act of true love thawed it. Olaf absent-mindedly comments that Anna must not have loved Hans if their "marriage" didn't save her from freezing.

But Hans has put two and two together. He could lose his newly-acquired throne if anyone who loved Anna remains alive. In the coming day, pursuing Kristoff into his element—the woods—to try and finish off the broken-hearted Queen, Hans realizes that Anna might've been loved by this outdoorsman, even if Elsa is too broken to try any rescue. He expands his plan to hunt down Kristoff and Elsa, and keep them away from Anna's statue at all costs.

Meanwhile, Kristoff, at the advice of Grabdpabi, organizes the trolls to try and storm Arendelle, get Elsa into Anna's "Memorial Chamber" where her statue is being held, and ask her to apologize to her sister. Maybe that will break the curse and bring her back, and fix everything.

But Elsa is unsure of herself, everything is becoming a barren wasteland, her emotions are more out of control than ever, and Hans knows they're coming. They sort of have an easily-befuddled, not-very-situationally-aware Snowman on the inside, though. Maybe they can do it.

...I said this was a game, I didn't say it was fun

The basic idea is to see if you can remove the piece that immediately lifts the character out of their dark-moment and teaches them the lesson...and see if you can teach them the lesson later on, maybe in a darker sequel. or it's a dark AU, whatever

#AU #alternate universe #Disney #dark disney #frozen #treasure planet #Jim Hawkins #Elsa #Anna #fanfiction #Zootopia #taming collars

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obxone · 2 years ago

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Edited-ish. ~2.5k words.

A broken sob fills the space as you rest your head on Kiara’s lap. Her fingers thread through your hair in soothing strokes. Your tears have dried on your cheeks now. The only sound coming from you are faint hiccups from how hard you have cried this afternoon.

Sarah frowns from her spot on the floor. Her sad brown eyes focus on you while her hand gently strokes your thigh. A heavy throw blanket is over your curled frame.

“What did you even see in him?” Kiara asks, her voice has a hateful edge to it. Rightfully so, after you called her in tears begging her to come home. She had shown up within minutes and had brought Sarah along too. Both of them had been concerned and are now venomous at your state. A hollow ache now fills you, and you wish it did not. He did not deserve another second of you.

You whisper, “Everything you didn’t.”

“Oh, Sweetheart.” Sarah frowns.

Her head jerks up when the remaining group stumbles into the room. Their laughter and conversation die between them as soon as all three pairs of eyes land on you.

“What happened?” JJ asks first, his face shifting from happy to concern in a millisecond. His eyebrows drawing together, blue eyes darkening with worry.

“Rafe broke up with her,” Kiara says, her gaze not leaving you.

“What the fuck?” JJ’s voice shows anger now. “Why?”

“Technically, I broke up with him,” you mumble and lift your head, ignoring the lines from Kiara’s shorts that are now imprinted on your face.

“What happened?” Pope asks, his shoulders dropping as he moves further into the room and takes a seat in the overstuffed chair opposite you.

JJ takes Kiara’s place after she tells you she is getting you water on her way to the kitchen. JJ smells warm and comforting, and you sink into his chest. Your eyes close, and you sigh, snuggling further into him.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice faint enough to give you some semblance of privacy.

You exhale, eyes shifting to the floor. “He was cheating on me.”

“I’m going to kill him,” John B spits out, not missing the conversation at all. Pope swears under his breath.

“She may have taken him down a few pegs already,” Sarah offers as her boyfriend takes a seat behind her.

“Did you?” JJ asks, tucking the blanket around your shoulders. A faint smile of pride tugs at his lips.

You nod, but Pope speaks before you can explain.

“Who with?” Pope leans forward, and you frown, looking at Kiara when she returns with a tall glass of cold water.

Your heart aches as the image and sounds flash through your head. “Another pogue.”

“I’m really going to kick his ass now,” JJ threatens.

John B stares at you, and you cannot take the burn of his gaze anymore, so you let your gaze shift to meet his. The concern is there, and you offer him a half smile.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks.

“Physically? No.”

He nods, looking down at the floor as his forearms rest on his knees.

“JB,” you lean over and ruffle his hair. “You’re a good guy.”

He smiles then, chin lifting to meet your gaze.

----

A week has passed, and you have pushed down the ache of your broken heart as you focus on day-to-day tasks. The local market bustles around you as you examine the fruit selection in your favorite vendor's booth. Mr. Walter grins at you as you select one of his personal favorites, strawberries.

“Picked yesterday,” he offers, and you flash a grin at him. “Mainland team got them on the last boat yesterday.”

“They are perfect,” you beam at him as you pass him a pint and then another. “I’ll take two.”

“Perfect, it’s BOGO. The second one is free.”

“Mr. Walter,” you chide, very aware that is not the case.

He waves you off before he starts to wrap the pints in cellophane to keep them protected on your bike ride back to the Chateau.

“Kildare’s best fruit vendor,” you compliment, and he winks at you before dropping them into your satchel with ease.

“Anything else?” He asks, looking over the selections with you. “I have a few seedless watermelons left.”

“One of those would be perfect. You are making my sister and our friends very happy.”

“I’ll get Alan to put it in your basket.”

“Thanks,” you grin and hand over a few bills. He takes them before passing back a five.

“I said BOGO.”

You roll your eyes and take the five back before moving down the aisle after a quick goodbye.

A few booths down, you spot a candle maker. A nice candle for your bath tonight sounds perfect. It would be a splurge, but a good one. You had the five dollar bill leftover from Mr. Walter’s booth along with a ten in cash still. Your cards are forgotten at home by mistake.

“Hey, Cheyenne!” You grin at the younger woman. Her eccentric nature is in full flourish today with her bohemian style dress.

“Hey!” She grins and leans over the table to give you a quick squeeze. “Are you getting a candle today?”

“I think so.”

She beams. “I have a new one. Want to smell it?”

“Yes, please.” You reach out for the candle as she spins the top of the jar off before offering it. You take it and bring it to your nose. A bright smile paints your lips as you take a deep inhale. “This is fabulous! Ooh, I’m in heaven.”

“Perfect! I thought you’d like it.” She smiles, taking it back and screwing the cap back on. “Should I wrap it up for you?”

“How much?”

“$20.”

“Oh,” you frown, before looking over the table. “My budget is $15. Do you have a smaller one?”

“Not in this scent, sold out already,” she frowns with you. “But I have plenty of the Summer Bliss that you like.”

“I’ll take that one.”

“She’ll take both,” Rafe’s voice comes from behind you, and you inhale sharply, body tightening at his voice before the heat of him pushes against your back. His arm extends over your shoulder to hand Chey a fifty. “The big ones.”

“Of course,” Chey smiles, oblivious to your reaction to his presence. As far as she knew you were both still together.

“That’s too much Rafe,” you start.

“Nonsense,” he murmurs, leaning against the tent pole. “Have you been through the market already?”

You nod. “This was my last stop.”

“Perfect,” he flashes a smile. “We’ll put your bike in the truck, and I’ll take you home.”

You start to shake your head but pause when you hear your name. You turn to see Alan moving through the crowd with a decent-sized watermelon in his arms.

“Where’s your bike?”

“Out by the parking lot. The pink one.”

“Great, rear basket okay to put it in?”

You nod a grateful smile on your face.

Rafe steps forward, his large body taking up the space between you and Alan. “I’ll take it. I’m taking her home.”

“Oh,” Alan murmurs. His green gaze flickering to you. “I didn’t know you guys had made up.”

“Well, we did,” Rafe mutters while taking the watermelon from Alan with ease. “Thanks, Alan.”

“Yeah, anytime,” he nods, and you frown, watching him go before you turn to Rafe. “Really?”

“He’s always had a thing for you.”

“Shouldn’t matter to you. We aren’t together.”

“Here you go!” Cheyenne’s cheery nature pops the tension bubble as she holds out a brown paper bag. You grasp it with a grateful smile in her direction. “Here’s your change.” She offers a ten back to Rafe.

“Keep it.”

“Oh,” she blushes, folding her fingers tightly around it. “Thanks.”

“Yep,” he responds while still staring at you. “Let’s go, Babe.”

You glare at him, but he ignores you and starts to steer you out of the mass of canopies for the different vendor's booths.

“We broke up, what do you think you are doing?”

He smirks, before tipping his head as he watches you. “We did not break up.”

“Yes, we did. I caught you cheating, Rafe.”

“She came onto me.”

“It takes two,” you mutter, getting to your bike as you drop the two bags into the front basket. You reach for the watermelon despite his protests. “Rafe…”

“It’s too heavy.”

“It’s not,” you argue and reach for it again, but he takes another step back. You groan loudly. “Fine! Keep it.”

You get on your bike, ignoring him as he tries to change your mind. You pedal away, ignoring his shouts of your name and pleas to come back. You ignore the sting of tears and the watchful gazes of both pogues and kooks alike.

----

You unloaded your items, tucking them away where they belonged. The house is silent with Kiara and the pogues out on the dock. You had promised them a quick lunch once you had everything put away.

Footsteps on the porch echo out as you open the bread bag after rinsing some of the fruit off.

“I’m just starting,” you say without looking up.

“I brought your watermelon.”

Your head snaps up as Rafe enters the house. The screen door slammed behind him as he stands there holding your watermelon. He looks so out of place in the living room. His pressed collared polo and oxford shorts are a stark contrast compared to the old paneled wooden walls and dusty outdated furniture.

“Kiara will be happy until she sees you are the one bringing it.”

He crosses the room silently before placing it on the counter. “Can we talk?”

“I have to get them fed. They won’t eat if I don’t.”

He frowns, reaching for you, but you move your hand away from his. The knife gripped tightly in your hand.

“Don’t touch me.”

“I want to talk.”

“No.”

He sighs, hand running through his hair. “Please.”

You stare at him, knife paused over slicing the sandwiches in half. He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want to talk about?” You ask, turning your eyes back to your work. “Want me to hear all your practiced excuses.”

He frowns before shaking his head once. “No. I fucked up. I know I did. But she kissed me first. I did not pursue her.”

“No,” you huff, plating the sandwiches before rolling the melon onto your cutting board. “You just fucked her.”

He groans, before trying to reach for you again.

“Rafe, don’t!” You point the knife at him in a warning. “I scream, and they’ll come running, so don’t.”

He groans loudly and turns, pacing away. “I fucked up, okay! Yes, I fucked her, but it did not mean anything, okay?!”

You stare at him before shaking your head and going back to cutting. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“What do you want me to say? I’m admitting my fault.”

“You’re admitting you threw away our relationship for a meaningless fuck,” you clarify as you slice the half melon into quarters. “It meant nothing doesn’t help your case.” You start to work on cutting away the rind.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Leave.”

“No.”

You sigh and lift your head to meet his gaze. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t be without you.”

“You have to.”

“No.”

You groan with a shake of your head as you start to slice again. A sharp pain rips through your hand a moment later, and you gasp, jerking your left hand back to see a deep cut running across your index, pointer, and ring finger. Watery blood runs down your palm, and you wince immediately turning for the sink.

He is there, his body warm as he presses against you to help. His arms around you as he turns the water on.

“Rafe, I’ve got it.” You mutter.

“Just let me take a look.”

You huff but let him rinse the tips of your fingers before pulling your hand closer to his chest. His dark blue eyes focus on your fingers as he inspects the cuts. They were not deep but still pooled with blood.

“Does this place have a first aid kit?”

“Bathroom sink.”

“Here,” he folds a kitchen towel around your fingers. “Hold pressure.”

You watch him go before he is back with the red plastic case. He places it on the counter before turning to lift you with ease to be sitting next to it. You stare at him as his eyebrows knit together in concentration once he has the kit open. You stay silent, watching him work until the last bandage is on your finger.

“What do you want from me?” You whisper, his body still nestled between your knees.

“To be with me, to be my girl again.”

“I can’t do that anymore,” you lift your head to look at him. “I can’t be the girl who was hopelessly devoted to you again. You broke my heart.”

Rafe frowns, his hands plant on the counter on either side of your hips. His face inches from yours.

“The best I can be is your friend.”

“Friends then,” he agrees, retracting as he steps back. “Friends.”

The creak of the screen door has you both looking to see the pogues stepping inside. A shared confused look between them all aside from your sister, who is angry.

“He’s leaving. He brought the watermelon I forgot,” you offer and slip down to the ground. You push Rafe back to create distance. “You should go,” you say to him so only he hears.

He nods, squeezing your good hand before going without another word. You watch him go before turning back to the five pogues.

“Food is almost ready. I’ll finish prepping the food if someone wants to get drinks.”

“Got it,” Sarah moves forward, and you smile at her gratefully. The tension is thick, but no one says a word.

“What happened?” Kiara asks, pointing to the first aid kit. “Did he hurt you?”

“I cut myself slicing the watermelon,” you explain with a frown as you lift your bandaged fingers. “JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you finish slicing it, please?”

“Sure!” He darts forward, shouldering past your sister to take over. Kie continues to watch you, reading you as you plate the food before taking everything to the kitchen table.

“Lunch is served,” you say, gesturing to the various plates. “John B?”

“Hmm?” He jerks his head to look at you now.

“Paper plates?”

“Pantry,” he goes to the little door and opens it before digging around and coming back with a small stack.

“Kie, eat,” you gesture, and she rolls her eyes but takes a plate and begins to grab her lunch. You squeeze her arm. “I’m fine, promise. He asked to get back together, and I said no.”

She nods, offering you a sympathetic smile before you peck her cheek.

“Relax, I’m the older one remember?”

She laughs and squeezes you in a tight hug before taking her plate and water outside. The others follow in her steps, and you are last as you let the screen door slam behind you. A sunny picnic lunch is just the ticket for you all.

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you

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lizdonnelly · 8 months ago

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bodyache

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, smut, a dash of mommy kink for good measure

Summary:

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone" I read your head away I couldn't stand how it pleaded, I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they watered your years

Based on a request for f!reader reassuring a vulnerable Liz.

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"Santa leave her in your stocking as an early Christmas present? Wouldn't necessarily say you qualify for the nice list, Elizabeth," Arthur Branch chuckled, motioning towards you with his glass.

You felt Liz's grasp tighten on your hand. From the corner of your eye, you could see her head tilt in the tell tale manner it did whenever she was preparing to unleash a verbal ass beating.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Counselman. Heard you're quite the saint, yourself," you piped up with a facetious smile. "Curious how your daughter is staying back in Georgia with her mother again this year. Can't imagine why. Airfare must be too expensive these days."

Lena Petrovsky snickered.

Figured. Corporate types loved when an outsider said what they all couldn't. You were thankful for the bits of gossip Liz fed you over your coffee dates, as it was easy to weaponize them in times like this.

Next to her, a taller woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She adjusted her narrow black frames and studied Liz, as if judging whether or not it was safe for her to laugh as well. Out of all the suits stuffed into the swanky bar that evening, she somehow looked the most out of place, ducking out of the way awkwardly whenever a waiter slid by.

"What's it you do again, Miss? Are you one of the ladies that takes my blood when they wheel you into the ER?" Arthur jabbed. "I thought you had to be at least 16 to get a job around here. Mercy General must've fallen on hard times."

Ah, the good ol' age joke and a sexist joke to boot. What a BOGO. You knew his back was against the wall now.

"Really now, Arthur," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he has a point. I often confuse phlebotomists and trauma surgeons," you said lightly. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake."

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Later in the evening, you found yourself sat in a booth across from the leggy blonde.

Snowflakes were beginning to fall outside, flurries catching in the light of the streetlamps. The music in the bar had quieted down, replaced by the sounds of the Manhattan DA's office trading stories and looking for any opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.

Your attention, however, was caught by Liz. Typically bold and brash, she seemed to hang on the periphery of the crowd tonight, sandwiched next to Lena. She said very little.

"Don't beat yourself up, you should be proud of the way you handled Branch."

You turned to face the woman, whom you learned was named Alex.

"How do you do it?"

"What, deal with him? Lots of Ibuprofen. He's that way with everyone."

"No," you paused, gesturing to the crowd with a loose straw you picked up off the table. "All of this. This whole ecosystem. It'd drive me nuts."

"The type of people who get to this level fought to get here, fought for nights like this. It's why we put up with law school, all those pro bono service hours..." she trailed off. Alex picked at her salad. "Liz isn't any different."

"She can turn it off, though."

Alex's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm only used to the Liz Donnelly who breaks down the door to my office whenever she catches wind that my position on a case differs from hers."

You grinned, thinking about how her short, blonde locks bounced whenever she was marching around the brownstone in a tizzy over something that happened at work earlier in the day. It occurred to you that the cause of those occasional outbursts must've been the woman sat across from you.

"I'm glad she's found someone," Alex said softly. "For all the shit she gives me, I've heard she's had it rough in this business."

"What lawyer doesn't, besides the ones that scoot by on family ties?"

Alex bit at her bottom lip.

"I assume the past 30 or so years haven't been the kindest to women, let alone those that... go against the grain."

---

"Yo, you catch the babe in the dress over there? Heard she's the one 'doin' a Donnelly' now," the paralegal snorted. He adjusted his quarter zip with a swell of pride as the other young men around him laughed.

Something in the pit of Liz's stomach turned at the phrase that still circulated around the halls of the DA's office.

She feigned interest in whatever Lena was rattling on about next to her. Gardening, her English bulldog Petunia, the new developmental milestone her grandson had hit a startlingly early age. Take your pick. None of it mattered.

"What's a chick like that doing with Donnelly? There's gotta be a good 20 year difference between them, at least," another one chided. "In it for the cash?"

"God, you couldn't pay me to deal with all that feminist, liberal bullshit."

"I think you're safe, man. Everyone knows that cougar's not coming after you," the other snickered.

Liz snapped her head around. Lena paused.

"Elizabeth?"

"Have a good night, Lena. I have to go make a call."

Liz slipped through the crowd towards you, leaving the judge confused, but altogether indifferent.

---

The ride back to the brownstone was unusually silent.

Typically, the drive back from one of her work events consisted of Liz recounting how "that motherfucker was saying an awful lot for a man who cheats on his wife with his clerk", or how "that public defender at the bar is the one I told you about who keeps getting hit by her repeat offenders". They were boisterous little getaways from reality that you loved sharing with her, thankful for a glimpse into what her world really held.

Not so much this time.

Liz's arm was limp around your shoulder, and as you studied her face, you noticed her wide brown eyes preoccupied with watching the moon from outside the town car.

It hung high above the city, fat and pale.

Snow crunched underneath the tires.

You squeezed her hand.

She gave you a half-smile, a million miles away.

---

Once inside, Liz flicked the lock on the door, took off her coat, and retreated into the depths of the hallway that led to her home office.

Your eyebrows rose.

Although there hadn't been any fighting you'd witnessed break out at the bar, something must've transpired. It was unlike Liz not to be pressing you into the wall, eager to shuck your dress off as soon as you both made it back. Stranger still, the attorney was rarely one of few words.

Badgering her to open up didn't strike you as a method that'd be successful. Years of learning how to maneuver through conversations with resistant patients throughout medical school and, more recently, residency had taught you better. Elizabeth Donnelly would be yet another test to your bedside manner, you thought as you padded up the stairs.

So be it.

When you reached Liz's bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom, collecting some of the tea candles you'd brought over a few weeks earlier. Soon, they littered the surfaces of the end tables on either side of the prosecutor's bed and along the ledge next to the tub. After lighting each of them, you rifled through the drawer she had started letting you keep your clothes in.

You searched with the aid of the wavering flames of the tea lights until you felt terrycloth slide through your fingers. Your bathrobe. Liz would have a black silk one somewhere in her closet, which proved easier to find in the dim light than you thought it would.

Off came your dress. You missed the feeling of Liz pressing up against your back, her breath heavy against the back of your neck as you heard your zipper come undone. As you discarded your bra on the floor along with your panties, you felt yourself ache for the way she'd slide her hands around your back to cup and massage your breasts.

You steeled yourself.

No matter how much you missed her touch, you wouldn't be feeling it until Liz crossed whatever bridge she was stuck on.

You folded her robe neatly at the end of the bed, and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath.

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Liz sat in front of her computer, scrolling aimlessly through a redlined document that wouldn't matter until the following week. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, watching the words slide off the screen.

Anything to keep her mind off the feeling in the pit of her stomach would be a welcomed distraction, even if it meant numbing herself to her surroundings.

The ghosts of the voices from the douchebags at the bar whispered at the edges of her consciousness. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

"Honey?"

Liz opened her eyes. The words on the screen blurred together into a tangle of symbols.

You reached over, thumb swiping at the power button on the monitor.

Liz felt her office chair spin.

She looked up at you, mascara and eyeliner smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on," you said softly, gently taking hold of her hands. "Let's get you upstairs."

"I'm not in the mood tonight, sweetheart, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Her voice was hollow. Worry grew in the back of your mind when you noticed she couldn't hold your gaze.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything. I think you need to wash up. It's getting pretty late," you said slowly.

Liz withdrew a hand to wipe at her eye, nodding.

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You led her upstairs, grounding yourself mentally once more when she was quiet at the sight of the candles.

Wordlessly, you handed her the silk robe, and began easing her arms out of her blazer. You could tell she was confused, but she didn't resist.

"Thank you," Liz muttered.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She shuddered.

Confidence growing, you pressed your palms against her shoulders, and walked her into the bathroom where the tub waited.

"You're an angel, really," she sighed. "I don't know why you put up with someone like me."

That was it.

"Someone like you?" you played along, watching closely as she slid into the warm water with you. You moved to sit behind her. Had she been herself, you knew she'd fight you on that, but here and now she allowed you to wrap yourself around her back and pull her into your arms as you shifted up against the wall of the tub.

She sniffled.

You ran a warm, wet hand through her hair. Liz leaned into your touch.

"Someone my age."

"When has that ever been something I said I didn't care for?" you asked without any edge to your voice. You pressed your thumbs into the muscles that lined her shoulder blades now, massaging at the tension you felt rippling under her skin.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't be thinking it."

You laid your forehead against the back of her head.

"Liz, you're better with words than I am. I know there's nothing I can say to prove to you that I really don't care about that."

She hummed as you rolled your hands over her shoulders.

"Well, your tactfulness is proving exactly why they all loved you tonight."

"You know how honored it makes me feel that Arthur Branch likes me, my entire night hinged on winning him over," you teased.

Liz's body trembled slightly in your arms as she laughed at this.

"He's a jackass, Liz. I don't care if he or the judge thinks I'm too young."

"I know," she said, her voice quieting again. "It's just that...seeing you light up the room does make me wonder."

Instead of responding, you leaned down to press a kiss to either of her shoulders, allowing her space to finally speak her thoughts.

"There was a group of boys eyeing you up while I was talking to Lena."

"A group of twentysomething year-old Vineyard Vines proto-lawyers, wow. Just about the only thing more enticing than talking to Branch," you snorted. You could tell Liz smiled to herself at that.

"We have those types at the hospital. It's funny, there's a lot of crossover between your world and mine. Well, in terms of the undesirables."

"That why you're not with some other hotshot young doctor?"

She stiffened. You planted featherlight kisses across her jaw.

"I like my food well-seasoned, so to speak. And female, at that."

"You like your food 'female'?" Liz snickered. She still kept her eyes shut. You could tell that although a few bricks had been removed, the wall she built around herself still remained.

"Hey, I told you you're the one who's good with words here," you giggled. "But I know a better way to show you what I mean."

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You led Liz, legs hot and leaden with exhaustion, to the bed.

Knowing that she wouldn't cooperate with being pushed onto her back, even in the state she was in, you patted the edge of the bed.

She acquiesed.

You leaned down, cupping her cheek. Her lips met yours hesitantly. You pressed deeper, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before you dropped to your knees.

Liz's breathing grew heavier. You trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to pop one of her nipples into your mouth. She moaned at this. Soon, her fingers wound their way into your hair. You move to suckle at the other nipple, watching as she pivoted to help ease it into your mouth.

"Mmmph..." you groaned, mouth full of her.

She kissed at your forehead.

With a wet pop, you released her nipple from your mouth, trails of saliva dribbling down her chest and your chin as you continued your way down, peppering her body with open-mouthed smooches. Feeling her shudder and groan caused the ache that throbbed between your legs to grow.

"Goddamn," Liz swore from up above you as you began lapping at the wetness you were glad to find between her legs like a kitten before a warm bowl of milk. You moved to let her drench your face, never able to get as close as you wanted to be to her. Your nose rubbed at her clit, which in turn led her to tighten her grip on the back of her head.

You looked up between her folds to find her staring down at you fondly behind heavily lidded eyes.

Getting closer.

Not looking away, you moved to wrap your lips around her clit, tongue stroking along the length of it.

"That's it, sweetheart," she panted now.

You tongued and sucked at her eagerly, pressing into the hips she began to roll against your face, until you felt her body freeze as her orgasm rippled over her. You moaned, moving to lap up as much of her as you could.

Rising to your feet, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled.

"Well-seasoned, told you," you teased, chest rising and falling.

Something shifted in her gaze, and the attorney tilted her head towards the bed.

"Lay back."

You listened.

Soon, you fixed your eyes to the ceiling, head comfortable on the pillow you knew she preferred sleeping on. The waning flames from the candles danced along the walls, the smell of sandalwood and lavender from the tub still heavy in the air.

She nudged between your legs, moving to climb atop you.

A wave of anxiety floated across your mind, almost as if you were making love for the first time all over again. It was something in the way she regarded you. Tenderly, hesitantly. So unlike what people knew her to be.

You steadied your breathing as she leaned down to kiss you. Surprisingly, her tongue slid readily into your mouth. You felt her begin to stroke at your nipples. You reached up, pulling her head closer to you to deepen the kiss, your thirst for her mouth all over yours something she hadn't quenched.

She pulled back, smiling at your sounds of protest.

"Greedy," Liz teased.

"I can't help it," you groaned from beneath her. "I want more of you. All of you."

One of her fingers busied itself between your folds now.

"All of me?" she countered. "You don't want some young gun bedding you?"

At this, she slid it inside of you, slowly beginning to pump. For as much as you were trying, you felt your grasp on what remained of your patience slip.

"Lizzie, come on..."

"And what?"

You groaned, feet running up and down the sheets. Her movements were maddeningly slow, never quite full enough, deep enough. She knew this.

"Fuck me. Hard. Claim me like I know you want to," you panted.

Liz shifted.

You gasped as you felt her lift your legs up onto her shoulders. It was nothing, though, like the way your brain spiraled like the suds around the drain when you felt her run the tip of her strap along the edge of your hole.

Liz leaned forward, pinning her hands to your wrists and pressing them into the mattress. She bucked her hips forward, and a moan escaped your lips as she filled you.

The attorney thrust in and out of you with a ferocity you hadn't felt from her yet, let alone from anyone, despite how hot-blooded she had been with you in the past. Not allowing either of you a chance to catch your breath, hers came in hot, ragged puffs over your face. You couldn't break away from her gaze, which poured over you with an intensity edged with a certain sense of resolve.

She needed this. Needed to know you were hers to hold, hers to bed.

With each stroke, she nailed at that spot inside you that melted your brain, deep and heavy. There'd surely be bruises in the morning, but you weren't able to think that far ahead anymore.

"I'm the only one..." she huffed, "the only one who gets to do this to you."

Your heart thumped between your ribs, threatening to snap them apart and claw its way out of your open chest.

"Say it."

You could barely hear her above you.

"Say it for me, darling," Liz repeated, appearing to be riding close to her own orgasm as well, no doubt from the way the base of her strap was rubbing against her.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Blood thumped in your ears.

"Fuck...please, mommy...please...Iet me cum..."

Your heart dropped as you felt her studder in her motions. Eyes snapping open, you realized those words you whined weren't kept within the confines of your own head.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry, I-"

Something behind Liz's eyes darkened.

She covered your body with hers, tongue cutting you off as she roughly bucked once, twice, three more times to send you both careening into the waves of pleasure that erupted across each of you. She bit at your lip hard, drawing blood. You groaned. Hands groped across sweaty expanses of flesh, unable to grasp enough.

When you finally parted, the fog had cleared.

The prosecutor's shoulders were set firmly. Though her chest still rose and fell, the look in her eyes was wholly her again, albeit with a certain eagerness blooming within their depths.

"Don't apologize for that. Ever."

A weary grin spread across your face.

Relief, sweet relief.

Your heart bounded happily. She picked up one of your hands, kissing each knuckle.

"Satisfied?" you asked, shifting to slide beneath the sheets.

She patted your thigh.

"More than you know."

#elizabeth donnelly x reader #elizabeth donnelly #liz donnelly #liz donnelly x reader

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saschagemruler · 11 months ago

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In case anyone is wondering if the Starbucks boycott is working...

It is. I work at Starbucks and so far they have decided to do bogos (buy one get one free) on BOTH Saturday and Sunday.

They are getting desperate.

We had to switch to cheaper milks, so many deals are being pushed- keep up the fight.

#sascha says shit #stand with palestine #free palestine #boycott starbucks

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brostateexam · 9 months ago

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Today, fate has decided is the day that I try the olive oil coffee from starbys. Everything aligned: they were doing a BoGo (vital in case it turned out to be undrinkable; functionally this caffeinated olive oil voyage is free!) for this afternoon only, I have no local friends to share a drink with on a random Thursday afternoon, work is light so if the combination of olive oil, dairy, and coffee gives me the unholy squirts I don't have to attend hours of meetings while dealing with that, and most vital of all, I have a gift card to Starbys that I can't use to buy other stuff so I may as well use it to experience the undoubtedly unparalleled experience of olive oil in coffee, something that everyone wanted and has asked for.

So yeah, here's my review of Oleato: it does not taste like olive oil at all 🤔 I think I may try it hot next time to really give the olive oil a chance to shine*

#*or shimmer on top of a cup of overpriced coffee as it tears me apart inside #and since i can already hear some demon writing a concern troll anon: i have a gift card that someone purchased for me

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zootopiathingz · 8 months ago

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Bogo: *sighs* very well, I’ll let you take the case..

Judy: FUCK YES!

Bogo:

Judy: ..I mean, uh- thank you.

#zootopia #incorrect quotes #incorrect zootopia quotes #chief bogo #judy hopps #source: hazbin hotel

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dbarn · 4 months ago

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Lithograph reportedly available at D23:

Separate pictures attached below in case the link doesn't work.

There's a lot going on here.

Some familiar characters -- Check out Clawhauser's off-duty look! Yax and Flash (naturally) bringing up the rear! The Hopps family is represented! -- as well as new ones, including a very prominent role to a big, blue snake. (A possible antagonist? Hard to tell with reptiles. Looks like he's smiling, though.)

Is that Finnick in the stroller, wearing a bunny onesie? And holding... uh... we'll just assume that's a carrot-shaped pacifier for now.

Oh! And don't forget the food cart near the top -- what looks like a reference to Bug-Burga, often seen in fanfic but not mentioned in the first movie.

Some closeups follow.

Chief Bogo and what could be a member of the TUSK team (or maybe just a boar in tactical gear).

Looks like there's a chameleon in a Men in Black-style outfit hitching a ride on Bogo's arm. EDIT: wait, I just got it! Chameleons are providing security for the Zootennial parade because they'd be great at covert operations!

There's also a seal, a beaver, a bear on a unicycle... okay, maybe that'll make sense in time.

What looks like:

One of Mr. Big's polar bear bodyguards (Koslov? Kevin? Raymond?)

A lot of wildebeests(?) forming a parade for the "Zootennial"

Gazelle being held aloft by her tiger dancers

The walrus plumber from the diorama

A cat on a motorcycle... huh. Too early to draw conclusions yet, but I'm kind of hoping that's a regular domestic cat, which hasn't been seen in any canonical stuff so far that I'm aware of.

And, of course, Nick and Judy in their new outfits, driving... a hog rod. (I wonder if Nick even has a driver's license -- Judy was driving the cruiser at the end of Zootopia too.)

#zootopia #zootopia 2 #d23 expo

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katealpha · 11 months ago

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Commission from the absolutely astounding Little Polka!

www.deviantart.com/littlepolka

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Judy Hopps thought she’d struck gold when she got to join the ZPD as a rabbit. In a way, she did. But just being able to feel useful took a lot of struggle against even her own fellow officers to get even a modicum of respect. But she powered forward until she single-handedly (with a little help of a certain fox) solved the city’s biggest case, twice. Judy found herself going from zero to hero over the course of months. While she found herself making a few mistakes after that, she made up for them and kept moving forward. However, it would soon dawn upon Judy that that “keeping moving forward and never quit” mentality may not apply to everything. In this case, her blossoming romance between herself and Nick Wilde; the fox who had helped her become the best bunny one could be.

And now, he helped her become the biggest!

‘This is impossible’. Judy had been repeating that phrase in her head for the past several months since she learned she was pregnant after a rather pleasurable night with Nick. By all accounts, it was. Bunnies and Foxes couldn’t have offspring. That’s what Zoogle had told her, as well as common sense. I moose and a polar bear couldn’t conceive. Just like a lion and a zebra couldn’t. But here Judy was, waddling slowly down the hallway of the ZPD. Her bloated belly strained against her thankfully stretchy uniform that had been tailored just for her. She was big, even for her kind in this stage of pregnancy. When she felt them move, she knew that these weren’t bunnies growing in her belly. Something…bigger. Something taking more from their father. Nick himself was halfway mortified at what he’d done to his favorite dumb bunny. She had to constantly reassure that silly fox that everything would be okay. Most likely, at least. There were concerns for her wellbeing come labor. Just shared in these concerns, but decided not to trouble herself about it. Bigger or not, they were babies that didn’t ask to be the way they are. Besides, she had a job to do!

In her right paw was a steaming cup of coffee that was going to one Officer Wolford. This had been her job since she reported her pregnancy to Chief Bogo, who was just as dumbfounded as the mother-to-be herself. To her dismay, Judy was put on desk duty until after the little ones were born. It wouldn’t be too long. Just a few months. But everyone could tell from looking at the big bellied bunny by the way she waddled around, offering to get coffee and donuts for everyone that she was itching to get back out there. But for now, just leave it to Judy to type up reports, flyers, and whatever else they need. Eventually, Judy’s pregnancy was noticed by the media. It was as inevitable as her babies growing within her. When she was arranged for an interview, she took it and told her city that she still had no plans of slowing down.

“My doctors are still trying to figure out how it happened. Their best guess is that Nick’s got some mutated gene that worked its magic in me.” She said with a scoff as she rubbed her paw over her stretched stomach. “It’s been an…interesting few months. Being a mom isn’t something I expected to have thrust onto me so soon, and the future still isn’t certain…but for now, I’m not going anywhere! I might be huge with these kids that I’m not even certain are bunnies or foxes in there, but I have no intentions of stepping down from serving this fair city in any little way I can. I REALLY don’t know when to quit..haha!” She chuckled and shrugged, only for her belly to visibly move on camera. It made her wrap her paws around it, looking flushed at her interviewer and smiling before the camera cut off.

#pregnant kink #judy hopps #disney #animated movies #pregnancy #pregnant #zootopia #zootropolis #unplanned pregnancy

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biscuits-of-bagend · 5 months ago

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DnDoc #4 - Interplanar Research

Part #1 Part #3

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"They had books about their history, books about the nearest planets (though they'd never travelled to any), books written during the loss and corruption of their world - and several books about magic," said Rogue.

"What kind of magic?" said the Doctor. He looked at Ruby, then both of them turned back to Rogue.

"Well, lots," said Rogue, frowning slightly. "Why, do you have a specialism?"

The Doctor pursed his lips as if he was trying to figure out how to start. "We sort of met on the ladder of a goblin skyship? Well, technically we first met in a nightclub, but it also had a bit of a goblin problem."

"Yeah, and these goblins they used the language of ropes, right, Doctor? That was their kind of magic?" said Ruby.

"Exactly," said the Doctor.

"So you like rope magic?" said Rogue, blinking at the two of them and hoping he hadn't slipped back into a fever dream.

"We've had quite a lot of new languages to learn in the time since," said the Doctor. "And we almost lost the language of music."

"Well thanks for preventing that I guess?" said Rogue. How was he the one who'd travelled across the planes to see the two of them and yet still getting wildly out-storied?

"Sorry, yes, on you go," said the Doctor, patting Rogue on the knee. "So you found some books of magic."

"I did, yes," said Rogue, dragging himself out of his rambling thoughts again and back to the matter at hand. "And they mentioned this wizard who had claimed, over the last few years before the corruption, to be able to get everyone out of this dying land to somewhere better. This wizard was seriously questioned by the writer of this tome, who did not trust the word of some random guy in a pointy hat who lived miles and miles away and who the royal mages had never had the opportunity to examine.

"But then I figured out what the book meant by 'miles and miles away.' The guy lived in the other fucking oasis where I'd gone to grab an eligible male for the queen!"

The Doctor leant forward. "Wait, so he was already in the palace? There was some sort of planeshifter right under your very nose?"

"Well, no. Unfortunately. I considered the possibility that it might have been Drata, the guy I brought back, and found a moment to ask him about it - remember he hates my guts for being in his words 'a miserable boring sod' on the journey to meet the queen. He at least gave me the time of day enough to tell me that if I wanted to talk to Bogo, the wizard, then I should have shown more interest when I was a guest in his house. Yup, I had literally already eaten dinner with the wizard."

The Doctor laughed with tightly closed lips, just a quiet shaking of the shoulders. He sighed and said, "Oh, honey. Oh, that's tragic. So did you have to go all the way back down there?"

"Sure did!" said Rogue, who'd been waiting to complain about this for months upon months. "And by this point I was getting a bit scared of the bacteria down there. I mean, I'd spent so much time in the wasteland that surely if I was going to be infected it'd have happened already. But in the library I'd been reading about the way the darkness takes over your soul first, body second. It turns your whole outlook on the world grey, kills any magic in your mind, then your skin follows suit and turns grey and dry and you can't get hydrated."

The Doctor and Ruby seemed to be really going through it. Now their smiles had dropped and they were back to looking deeply concerned, chewing lips, brows furrowed. Rogue wondered if maybe he could have gone through this from beginning to end more straightforwardly, then he could have filled in the colour later.

"Well, in any case, I'd been okay the first time," he said, trying to get back on track. "And I needed to see this wizard, so, once the baby was born and trundling around the yard, hooting joyous bursts of Loxodon excitement, off I went."

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Part 5

@off-traveling-in-the-stars @casavanse @monster-donut (let me know at any point if you no longer wish to be tagged in each post)

#doctor who #doctor who spoilers #fanfic #fanfiction #dw spoilers #doctor who rogue

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