#Jim carrey is always welcome

[corvikari]

real quick I saw Sonic 3 and did anyone else get the impression that some parts of the script were written by ai???

[shadesoflsk]

LOVE YOU, SANTA!

pairing: re2 leon kennedy x fem reader.

summary: You were feeling a little bit depressed since this was your first Christmas away from your family. Thank God your best friend was there to comfort you.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, smut, best friend Leon, p in v, soft sex, unprotected sex, (don't be like them) praise words, both Leon and reader are quite inexperienced, confessions, two dorks in love, Leon dresses up as santa, just Leon being silly.

word count: 6.2k

minors do not interact, please.

You weren’t feeling the Christmas season.

You’ve always been family orientated. Christmas for you was the perfect excuse to connect with long lost relatives and of course spend quality time with your loved ones. Video calls and interminably lengthy texts didn’t fulfill your desire to be surrounded with your family.

The Christmas lights illuminated your features as you stared at your own tree with teary eyes. Alone, in your living room, you thought about the amazing time you would be having if luck was on your side.

Weeks prior, you had bought a plane ticket ready to fly and visit your family. You had already prepared everything. Gifts? Checked. Souvenirs? Checked. Tons of stories about your university life? Double checked.

But you couldn’t have prevented the fact that your flight would get canceled at last minute. You were offered another one, airline policies or something among those lines. It was an understatement to say that you were mad, angry, and frustrated. It won’t be the same if you travel two days after Christmas. The holiday would be already over.

So, you did what anyone with rational thoughts would do. Drown yourself in sadness as you sank deeper into the couch. Your eyes traveled from your Christmas tree to your TV which was playing The Grinch, very fitting. 

You checked your cell phone, and you were welcomed with countless pictures. Most of them were very family appropriate. “Far apart during this Holiday, but totally together in our hearts and minds. Merry Christmas!” Ok, your grandma had no need to remind you you were miles away. But you replied with a short phrase as well.

A sigh left your lips as you set aside your phone, trying to focus on the movie. You watched as the Grinch ripped the tablecloth off the table and none of the items fell from it. You once heard that Jim Carrey defied the laws of physics as the dishes and plates were supposed to fly off. Funny, you thought.

Your phone suddenly buzzed. With an annoying grunt you expected another call from a relative saying how much they were missing you. Yes, it fulfilled your heart knowing that you were expected at home, a family to come back to whenever life gets too rough. But right now, as much as you needed a hug, you didn’t want a reminder of your own solitude.

You grabbed your phone and saw the caller id. “Leon?” you murmured as you picked up the call. 

Leon was your best friend, or at least you wanted to say that. You appreciate him as a friend since he is the sweetest guy ever. A gentleman through and through, holding the doors open for you, helping you with your housework whenever you needed and giving you a shoulder to cry on when life was too hard.

He was the epitome of being a best friend, right? However, the way your mind seems to wander to other places when he was close to you made you feel guilty. You thought he only saw you as a friend, nothing more yet you couldn't control your own mind and imagine him in more intimate settings.

Whenever he talks about his training at the Police Academy, how he tells you about every little thing that had happened to him back at the supermarket. Simple things like that make your heart do laps. The way his lips move and how his tongue would stick out from time to time led your brain to create the most romantic scenarios.

How would it be to kiss him? To feel his lips locked with yours in a heated but meaningful exchange of love? Dear God how you wanted that and at the same time you wanted to slap yourself. 

Guilt ran deep down in your system when you thought of him like that. Your friendship with him mattered more than anything but the heart wants what it wants, as dramatic as it sounded.

You responded, bringing your phone to your ear.

“Hey Leon.” Nonchalantly as always, you didn't expect Leon to call you, especially when you knew he didn't exactly celebrate this holiday. He has a family, he was just not as close as you're with yours. 

“Hi, how are you?” Now that's weird, the conversation seemed so uptight, too rigid. Not like every other call you have with him. His voice tone also changed, curiosity filled your mind as you tried to search the meaning behind his call.

“I'll be honest… not too well. You know I was supposed to fly a few days ago? Well, my flight was canceled so here I am.” You explained to Leon the time-line of disasters you have faced. 

“Yeah, Rebecca told me.” So that's why he called! Word has traveled until it reached Leon's ears and as attentive and sweet as he is, he couldn’t stay still and let his friend be alone on a day like this.

“So… are you at home right now?” Leon continued speaking, you could sense he was smiling at the moment, as he stretched that so. You know him too well to know that he's planning something.

“Yup… It's just me and The Grinch.” You laughed at your own statement and your eyes instinctively roamed over the TV that kept playing the movie.

“Am I allowed to be the third wheel?” He joked, you were used to his funny side or at least he tells you it's funny. You really did find him hilarious, but it was even funnier to pretend his jokes didn't phase you. 

“I don’t know… Don’t you have plans for tonight?” You asked, playing mindlessly with a strand of hair that has fallen to your shoulder. You have been friends with Leon for years, and you knew for a fact that he usually spends most of his christmases in solitude. Always telling you that everything is alright. Sometimes, you wanted to invite Leon over to your family dinner. But you always imagined the endless teasing your poor friend would be a victim of. “Is that your boyfriend?” “Oh what a handsome gentleman!” So, you never asked him out.

“Not really…” Leon admitted, his voice slightly lowered as if ashamed to accept that he had no plans nor family to visit on an important day like this. “But I could have a Christmas date if you accept. You wouldn’t like your best friend spending Christmas Eve alone, wouldn’t you?” You could almost hear him laughing after saying that. What a little bitch he could be sometimes. But you love him nonetheless.

“Ok ok. Don’t sound so coy. It doesn’t suit you.” Both of you laughed. It was indeed nice hearing his voice on this lonely night. But the fact that he was eager to make it better made your heart flutter. He told you he would be there in about twenty minutes. So you were left alone once again.

After hanging up, you stared blankly at the TV for about fifteen minutes. Your eyes were not really focused on the movie anymore. You allow your mind to give into its desires, you don’t know what this night has in store for you, but you expect something more than simple hugs and cuddles. You were dying to feel him way closer than that and stop debating if you should break those walls of simple friendship or not.

The loud banging on your door made you yelp. You drop your phone on the couch as you quickly approach the front door. 

“Ok I got it! You can stop knocking!” You shouted as your hand met with the cold sensation of the doorknob. You were expecting to see Leon in his usual type of clothing. A pair of jeans with a basic blue t-shirt. But your eyes weren’t prepared for what you were about to see.

“What the fuck…” You muttered as soon as you opened the door. Your arm fell to your side as you watched Leon with a dumbfounded look on your face. Your mouth hung wide open as a nervous but amused chuckle left your lips.

There was Leon, dressed from head to toe with a classical Santa costume. He was wearing black boots, red fluffy pants, a red plush coat and even a white beard. The only thing he was missing was a white haired wig yet his blonde hair made up for that. 

“Ho ho ho?” Leon sheepishly whispered, bringing a hand to his hair. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was turning bright red under that white beard of his. His baby blue eyes meet yours as you try your best to hold back your laugh. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he waits for you to say something.

“Look, can I come in? Someone else might see me. One of your neighbors already did and…” Leon stumbled on his words. He foolishly thought that the trip from his car to your front door would be uninterrupted yet luck wasn’t on his side when your neighbor — an old ‘sweet’ lady — thought he was breaking in. That led to an argument of five minutes where Leon had to explain that he wasn’t a robber… What kind of robber would dress up as santa? He had sarcastically said. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that since it made the granny way angrier. 

“Y–Yeah sure.” You shook your head as your words trailed off. You can't make up your mind on this ridiculous situation. The more you look at Leon the more… grateful you get. You can no longer laugh at his attempt to cheer you up since it was no longer an attempt — he succeeded. As you stepped aside and made some room for Leon to enter, your eyes traveled over his figure, it was a really silly outfit indeed.

You gave him no time to react as you threw your arms around his neck. Indulging in the warmth that his embrace –and fluffy outfit– provided. Even though your heart was beating so hard that it could basically break through your skin – you tried not to pay attention to that fact since you really needed that hug.

“Thank you…” You murmured against his neck, your nose ever so slightly tickling his skin. This was more than friends do. No friend would basically drown themselves in their friend's natural scent.

“It's okay. Just… let me take care of you.” And no friend would let his hands wander over his friend’s body. A pat on the back was everything he needed to do. There was no need for him to allow his curious hands to caress the sides of your waist and lower back. 

The hug lasts longer than a friendly hug should but neither of you seemed to care right now. You kicked the door and closed it with your foot as Leon moved the both of you to the couch. Not even attempting to untangle himself from your arms.

Eventually, he breaks the hug as he makes you sit down on the couch. His eyes linger on yours for a few seconds before pressing a quick but sweet kiss on your forehead. Yeah, totally what friends do, right?

“I'm gonna make us some hot chocolate and then watch some movies, ok?” He didn't even let you reply before he basically teleported to your kitchen as if it was his own. 

It's not difficult to let him do his thing. Ever since you met him, he's always been like this. Like a puppy who is eager to please its owner. But you weren't an owner. Hell, you sometimes thought that it was the other way around. The dynamics in your friendship were not clear, and both of you have gotten lost in those blurry lines of pleasing and being pleased. It was as if you two were trying your hardest to do your best in front of the other. Too scared to make a mistake, too scared to let their walls crumble and show their most inner desires and wishes.

After a few minutes, he comes back with a wide smile on his face and two mugs on his hands. If he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. Yours too. Puppy love at its finest.

He hands you your mug before placing his on the coffee table. You laugh as he takes off his white beard and instinctively scratches his jaw.

After a while of watching those poorly-made Christmas movies where the city girl spends her Christmas in her old hometown and meets the love of her life, both of you found comfort in cuddling each other. You place your head on his shoulder. That gave Leon the opportunity to lay his on top of yours.

“Where did you get that costume from?” you casually asked, your eyes not moving from the tv. You were comfortable enough to drift off to sleep but there was no way you were falling asleep right now.

“You know how I sometimes have to do the things most of my colleagues don't want to do? Yeah…” Leon chuckled shyly. You didn't know the extent of his words but you could imagine the situation. Him losing a bet, him having to go somewhere dressed up as Santa. Leon's luck can be the worst from time to time.

“So… you decided that it would be an amazing idea to show up at my house dressed up as fucking Santa Claus?” Your voice was filled with light teasing, but the way your eyes shone even if they weren't looking at Leon, told him everything he needed to know. You were thankful that Leon could be next to you right now. And deep down, Leon was feeling all sorts of emotions because at last, he could spend this holiday with you from all people. 

“Yeah. Liked the idea? I think these Santa pants fit me a little too well.” Leon laughed at his own joke. You laughed too, and the vibrations of your giggles brushed against Leon's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

As you laid your head on Leon's shoulder, his eyes meet with yours. If looks could speak, he would have already told you how much he desired to have you now. Even if it meant throwing away years of friendship and trust you have built. 

Maybe it wasn't wrong. Maybe both of you were meant to indulge in that desire and be blinded by it. No more secrets, no more shy glances and especially no more lies about your feelings. 

Your eyes were half lidded, your heart was beating so fast you thought you were dying and every good and bad outcome played on your mind as your lips slightly parted. Hoping that Leon would welcome you as you wanted him to.

And dear God he wanted to do just that. When his eyes locked with yours, he was sent to heaven and back. Yeah, you have laid your head on his shoulders countless times. But now, it seems different. As if he could tell that you had made up your mind about this and no one could stop you.

And he will definitely not stop you.

The sounds of the tv that were filling the living room now served as white noise. The beating of your own heart was the only thing you could truly focus on besides Leon's lips, which were getting dangerously close to yours.

“Can I?” A simple yet important question. It carried years of yearning and pining. Of course he can. What a stupid question to ask. But deep down, you're once again grateful that consent was the first thing that came to his mind even when it was just a kiss. You have won the lottery with this guy.

“Please…” Your voice came out a whimper rather than a simple whisper. But at this point you truly don't care. The world might end but right now you were at the top of it.

And he finally indulges.

His lips met yours in a slow and tender kiss. It hurt, but not in a bad way – your chest ached with longing. It felt so soothing and rewarding that both of you couldn't help but relax in it. As if a weight was removed from your backs, and now you were drowning in your most intimate thoughts.

Your muscles tensed as Leon pulled you even closer. His toned arm wrapping around your middle section. The need to feel you pressed against him was insatiable, especially when he was still so afraid of messing this up. You let him, you let his lips guide yours in a now messier kiss.

You felt his tongue poking against your bottom lip, as if asking permission to kiss you deeper, rawer. You once again allow him to. Whatever he wants right now, you want it too.

Now, the wet sounds from your sloppy kiss were like background music for both of you. Your hands found their home in Leon's hair as they tangled in his fluffy blonde locks. You hear him slightly moan in the middle of the kiss, too nervous to go further but too turned on to stop. 

His hand trembled as it traveled from your waist, to your hips and finally they have found their destination on the flesh of your rear. Unsure, he caressed the area before he squeezed it. Immediately regretting it once he heard you yelp.

“Sorry sorry sorry I don't know what came into me I jus–”

“Leon.”

“If you want me to leave I c–”

“Leon, I want it too.”

And that was a surprise for Leon. It didn't matter that he basically had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago. The fact that you wanted to go further with him was something he couldn't have imagined. 

Your hand goes to his cheek, your thumb grazing over his skin as you noticed the rosy color forming in his face. The best sight you have ever seen. Especially how his eyes were glassy with pure love and raw desire.

“Are you sure?” Leon asked, a hint of shyness could be perceived in his eyes. 

You nodded, giving him a comforting smile. You hoped that it could convey how sure you were about this. If it wasn’t enough, you will surely know how to convince him that this was everything you have ever wished for.

You leaned closer once again and kissed him, this time it was even slower than the first kiss but not less intimate. You were careful not to startle him since it was obvious he was too sensitive and shy for his own good.

You delicately moved from his lips to his jaw, planting kisses along his jawline. You could hear how his breath was starting to get heavier and how his hands clenched the blankets instead of your body.

“You can touch me.” You assure Leon between kisses, your lips were now on his neck gently kissing each one of his moles. 

“I−Okay…” He decides that he should stop being so reserved. The person that he has been in love with is basically presenting herself on a platter, just for him. He will be damned if he doesn’t take this opportunity. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Ever so gentleman, he was still so cautious of not making you uncomfortable, it was too cute.

His hands go immediately to your breasts as if he had already thought where he wanted to touch. He cupped them gently. caressing them over your thin piece of clothing. It was now his turn of kissing you. As his hand played with your sensitive skin, his flushed lips returned to yours, his tongue welcoming itself in your mouth. 

“I have dreamed about this… you know.” Leon whispered before kissing you again. Neither of you were giving each other enough time to breathe. Too needy to be kissed, touched, and desired again. “Felt so… guilty each time I imagined myself touching you like this.” Leon’s hand snaked under your shirt and his calloused fingers found your nipples. 

Arousal started to pool underneath you as you let out a whimper. His cold fingertips brought you so much pleasure that most of your words died in your throat. Nothing else was needed to say, your body will speak for yourself.

His hand stopped playing with your breast as it moved down to your thighs. He muffled any other sound you could make as his lips shut you up once again. It was like he desperately longed for something to keep his mouth busy. You could feel that he was still unsure of how to approach this new experience with you, yet this didn’t stop him from trying to do his best.

The tip of his fingers grazed over your skin until they reached their destination.

Your sweatpants did a poor job at hiding your soaked mess. You instinctively lifted your hips as his hand teased over your clothed lower part. 

“Fuck− Can… Can I?” You already know what he’s asking for and you waste no time, you nodded eagerly. It was pathetic how some simple touches could bring you over the edge but years of pent up feelings were the culprit of this situation. 

As he saw you nodding, his hand traveled underneath your sweatpants and underwear before he decided that it would be better if he took them off. In the blink of an eye, your outfit was disregarded. Besides from your thin shirt that still covered your chest, you were fully exposed to Leon, who had a hungrily look on his face. His fingers once more traveled down and  were instantly covered in slick as you pressed your back against his chest, feeling the fluffy coat warming you.

He was still wearing that damn costume.

You made a mental note to tell him to take it off later, But for now, you were focused on how Leon’s finger brushed against your clit. His middle finger slowly followed circular motions as you moaned against his neck. It feels so much better than your own − not because he was the most expert in the area − but because it was him. Nobody else was in your mind at that moment.

His finger rubbed your throbbing bundle of nerves one last time before they moved to your entrance. You unconsciously parted your legs even wider, throwing your head back. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place, but for now it will do.

He positioned his finger at your entrance. Over your shoulder, you glanced at Leon who was already looking at you. As if he could read your mind, he leaned closer and locked his lips with yours, intertwining in a tender kiss despite the lustful actions that were taking place. 

He slowly inserted one finger, feeling your walls clenching around it. You panted in the middle of the kiss, his deft finger curled inside you as he slowly moved it, in and out at a perfect pace. You grip on the couch, soft whimpers left your lips as Leon tries to find your most sensitive spot. 

“My beautiful pretty girl.” Leon whispered against your ear, the words of praise slipping so easily out of his lips. He was no stranger to complimenting you, as you already knew he was an old fashioned boy, always so respectful and so cautious. And tonight, he wouldn't falter on his behavior, even if his actions were not so gentlemanly.

Although he was playing the role of a gentle lover, he was freaking out inside. He didn't know what to do next. Should he go slower? Faster? Should he keep talking? For now, he decided to add another finger.

Squelching sounds filled your dark living room, making you aware of how wet you were. Leon was eager to please you, maybe that’s why he quickly realized how your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he moved his fingers in a certain way. He keeps up that pace, shamelessly plunging his fingers even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me.” Now that’s new. If you weren’t literally drunk in desire you would be taken aback by the sudden phrase Leon has just said. 

“Leon…” Your voice came out as a desperate plea, your hips bucking against his fingers who kept pumping into your hole. Leon was in heaven, he has seen many of your expressions. Joyful because you got the job you were looking for, gloomy because you couldn’t pass one of your exams or angry at yourself when you couldn’t complete something. He has seen them all, or so he thought. But he has unlocked one more, which was definitely his favorite now. 

Your dazzled expression made his cock twitch in his pants. He had forgotten about himself and his own pleasure as he was too focused on yours. Yet he couldn’t deny the ache he was feeling and how he had already made a mess in his underwear.

“What is it?” There was a certain tone in his voice that you were foreign to. It was as if he had found a glimpse of confidence in himself that allowed him to act a bit bolder. However, his soft and gentle nature still remained. He slowed down his movements, which was even worse because he was dragging your climax in that way. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you.” 

As soon as those words left your lips, Leon knew what he had to do. He removed his fingers from you, a loud whine escaped your lips yet he wasted no time to grab you and carry you bridal style.

He walked towards your room. With his hip, he opened up the door that led to your sacred place where Leon has been countless times but now his objective is different than simple cuddling or sleeping.

He gently placed you on the middle of the bed as you waited for him. You felt a little exposed now that you were fully aware of what was going to happen. You unconsciously closed your legs, your thighs pressed against each other trying to hide the leaking mess that Leon's fingers have left.

He crawls towards you, one hand moving between your thighs to open them once again. For now, he only remains on top of you, watching you attentively for any signs of doubts.

He sees none.

For a moment, you lock eyes. His dilated pupils watching yours in a welcoming silence. Eventually, both of you couldn't hold back your laughter and it came down as a waterfall. He nuzzles his face against your neck while he continues chuckling.

You stop for a moment, trying to catch your breath as your laugh slowly dies down. Leon lifts his head, your thumbs wipe away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes.

“What are we laughing at?” You chuckled once again seeing how red Leon was. It should be awkward, embarrassing even. But your fears were long forgotten the moment he first touched you. Taking this step with him wouldn't mean breaking your friendship with him but rather start something even more beautiful.

“I feel like we're laughing at different things.” You continued, your hand then went to his face, brushing away the curtain of hair that fell on top of his forehead.

“Well… I'm laughing out of nervousness. I didn't expect to be in this position with… you.” Leon sheepishly said as he leaned closer to your touch. His warm face seeking your hand. “I won't lie though. I like being on top.”

His confession makes you laugh, wondering if he knew how deep your feelings also go. 

“And… I'm laughing because you still haven't taken off your Santa costume.”

Leon's head lowered to see that he in fact hasn't thrown off that not so sexy santa costume. He shakes his head before pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Maybe you have been naughty this year and Santa had to come all the way from the North Pole to see it for himself.” He laughed at his own joke, before he sat on his thighs and took off the coat.

“Oh fuck you Leon. Can we at least have this moment for ourselves?” You chuckled nonetheless. Your eyes fixated on his broad chest. You have seen it before, but admiring it in the dim light while he was on top of you, ready to take you, surely changed everything.

“Yes ma'am.” He grinned at you, before lowering himself and kissing you. Your parted legs gave him enough space to settle between your thighs. His lips were as soft as ever and now you were worried you wouldn't like to kiss anyone else but him. 

Between the kiss, you reached for the buttons of your shirt. Undoing one by one before leaving you completely exposed to him. Before you could even start to feel self conscious, Leon's cold hand reached for one of your breasts, gently brushing against your nipple.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chest, before lapping his tongue against your nipple. His lips circled around it as your back arched into his touch. 

“Leon –fuck– please…” You moaned, your body slightly shaking from the sensation Leon's tongue brought you. You couldn’t wait to have him inside of you.

“Mhm?” He murmured as he continued sucking your sensitive spot, the vibrations making you even more sensitive to the touch. His blue eyes meet yours as he looks up to see you. 

“Want you inside.” you whined, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

“Whatever my princess wants.” Leon replied, placing one last kiss on your nipple.

He sat on the bed and quickly took off his pants with his underwear, throwing them somewhere around your room. He quickly returned to his position.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes dart towards his already hard dick. The angry and reddish tip was the first thing you noticed, making your mouth water at the sight. 

Leon forgot for a moment that he was supposed to be dominant in this moment, his rosy cheeks being painfully obvious to you. He internally reassured himself and ignored his own shyness, connecting his lips with yours in a sweet manner. His breath slightly shaking.

He reached down and positions the tip of his dick near your clit, collecting the slippery slick that was flooding your folds.

“Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.” He said with a warm smile, making sure to see you nodding. Once he had your approval, he pushed himself right into you. The room instantly filled with sinful heavy breaths as both of you got what you always wanted. He gasped against your mouth before he captures your lips in a messy kiss.

You hissed from the sensation of his dick stretching you out. Your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him even closer to you, the need to feel him near you was overwhelming, especially when he was literally deep into you.

He let his head fall against your forehead, following how your arms guided him closer. You can see a faint smile forming on his lips as he bottoms out. In that expression, you see years of yearning and well kept secrets. 

For a moment, he stays still. Letting you adjust to his size with his left hand tracing patterns on your hips. 

“Are you okay?” Leon asked breathlessly, his eyes were glassy with undivided desire as they bore into yours.  He’s patient, caring and loving, he has wished to feel you like for so long, he wouldn’t mess up this moment. 

“You're not going to break me.” You laugh, but the way you scrunch your nose told him otherwise. 

Leon chuckled and started thrusting, trying to be as deep and slow as he could. Your gummy walls gripped his cock just right and he may as well cum on the spot if you continue doing so. He wouldn’t dare to do that, he wanted this to last. Just so you could remember how he fits you perfectly, like the missing piece to a puzzle.

“I– Am I doing okay?” Leon whimpered against your lips, his sticky forehead still connected with yours. His eyes flutter shut, the sensation being too much for him. He can’t help but ask, no matter the situation he’s always a bit bashful. 

You nodded, already wanting more.

His other arm decided to snake around your waist, lifting your hips up and bucking even deeper into you. The new angle allowed him to slide in and out with a faster pace now. The wet sounds were music to your ears, which you'd never grow tired of hearing.

You feel him everywhere. Inside you, in your stomach as butterflies. In your mind as his pornographic moans imprint on your thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist, providing him even more space to deeply sink inside of you. The curve of his length hitting your g-spot just right. As if he was made for this, as if you were especially crafted for him.

With every thrust, sweet words leave his lips. “You're so beautiful.” “Prettiest girl in the entire world.” Words of praise being sung like a chant, like a mantra he wanted to scream until it engraved in your mind as tattoos that would never fade.

You could feel your climax coming. The heat pooling in your abdomen was proof that you won't last longer.

And you knew Leon wouldn't either.

His hips were starting to miss their already set rhythm. His breath got heavier, and his eyes rolled back. His toned arms held you even closer if that was humanly possible.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you feel Leon's cock twitching inside of you. 

“Fuck–I.” His voice was dripping with desire as he felt your velvety walls squeezing him once again. The grip on your waist got tighter as his grunts grew higher. He watches your body writhing underneath him, how you shut your eyes down when you cum all over his cock. And he could die as a happy man knowing that he made you feel like this.

Eventually, the sway of his hips came to a stop as he also felt himself reaching the so awaited high he was looking for. He’s too gone to even care about anything else when he spurts deep inside of you, white and thick load filling your aching cunt.

Both of you are breathless and sticky, Leon nuzzled his face against your neck and left a trail of pecks on your skin. His arms didn’t leave your body. His weight on top of you coated you with a comfortable and soothing warmth. He pressed his lips against your cheek as he pulled out of you with a faint grunt. And for a few minutes, nothing is said. Neither of you wanted to break the silence that was embracing your souls. 

“You ok?” He finally asked in a hushed voice, his lips never leaving your skin as he pampered you with soft caresses around your face. 

“Mhm…” You nodded, your eyes slightly closed as you took in what had happened. 

“I swear I didn’t expect this to happen. I mean, I wanted to take you on a date first, but –” Leon let out a short laugh, stopping himself from rambling. “But maybe we can have a little date tomorrow? You know… Our first Christmas together.”

His words lingered in the air, he waited for you to reply to his obvious confession. He didn’t want this to end as a mistake or a one night thing. He wanted to court you properly and show you that he could also be the best boyfriend ever. 

“Sure. That sounds amazing.” 

The voices of your relatives fill your old home as everyone kept unwrapping their Christmas gifts. Leon was at your side, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. He admired the sight, one he wasn't used to. 

Familial love.

He’s powerless at the teasing words of your family, he takes pride in being independent, but right he can’t help but cling to your arm when your grandmother pulls his cheek as if he was a toddler.

“What a sweet boy you are, Leon. See, I have some gifts for you!” Your grandmother gently but determined grabs your boyfriend’s arm, forcing him to follow her where a vast choice of boxes were displayed. He gives you a look that could be translated into Help me, please. I won’t be able to carry so many gifts.

You shook your head with a chuckle. When your grandma had an idea, nobody could stop her.

You sat on the couch, witnessing how your grandmother pulled out a scarf from one box. She wasted no time wrapping it around Leon's neck. You knew that he was feeling awkward and timid, true to his nature. But there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was really thankful, especially with the way his eyes seemed to soften once your grandma gave him a joyful smile.

“How long have you been together?” A cousin of yours, a few years younger, asked you. Her eyes darted from Leon and then back to you.

“A year.” You smiled softly, your eyes reflecting how proud you were as you said those words. “Exactly one year.”

author's note: please this took me SO LONG I'll never write smut ever again TT anyway re2 leon makes me go all soft please give this man an award for being the best guy.

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Sonic 3 Movie Thoughts

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the opening with shadow escaping prison was very cool, good way of introducing shadow and setting the tone of the movie (although I feel like it kinda contradicts the sonic 2 post credit scene where GUN finds out shadow is still alive)

the chaos garden scene was cute, ig it means we're not getting actual chao in the movies tho lmao

they did a pretty good job setting up shadow and maria's friendship, made his anger believable

shadow is not a creation of gerald but an alien that crashed on earth in a meteorite, I know some people might be upset by this but if it's a way to set up black doom I'm down

the workaround for maria's death isn't bad, the soldiers were still about to shoot her and that's probably the best way they could have a child die in a pg movie

having the olive garden guy be that remorseful feels a little weird when he's the one who froze shadow, but ig he's had time to stew it over

I'm still not 100% sold on keanu as shadow, I honestly kinda wanted hayden christensen to do it but keanu's decent as shadow

I genuinely wasn't sure if they actually killed off tom or not, I was kinda into it but if he was actually dead it would have made it harder to redeem shadow and make the ending a little too depressing, so I get why they didn't. I do wish he was in a wheelchair or something at the end tho lmao.

tails and knuckles were actually useful to the story which made me happy, makes me wonder if having rogue would have been too many characters to juggle or not

my only real nitpick with the movie is gerald. I was hesitant when I found out that he was going to be alive and working with ivo, but now that I've thought about it more, it is a good way to have an antagonistic force for the story if shadow isn't released by eggman and the biolizard isn't a thing. I have two problems with him tho:

a: they don't make it clear if he's been driven mad by grief or if he was always evil. the "you're no maria" line implies he genuinely loved her and is being driven by grief, but the way he acts kinda just makes it feel like he was always like that. ig it fits with the theme of grief changing you, with gerald becoming so bitter over the death of maria that he views his surviving grandchild as disposable, but I wish they showed more of him interacting with maria to show how much he changed after her death

b: he's too goofy. I know it's jim carrey but they could've toned it down a little, especially in the climax. it would have been super chilling if he dropped the goofiness after revealing his true plan, as it is it feels super jarring to go back to slapstick afterwards. also his death/defeat is way too silly, and ivo is too nonchalant about killing his last family member

jim carrey eggman is starting to wear out his welcome for me, I still liked him in this movie but I'm kinda hoping that this his last appearance, especially with how gerald was handled. I totally understand people who are sick of him at this point and mad that we kinda didn't get rouge because of him. rip stobotnik tho :/

AMYYYYYY AND METAL SONIC POST CREDIT SCENE

I've heard people say that sonic 4 might be a time travel plot, and if it involves amy and metal that would also make it somewhat of a sonic cd adaptation which I'm all for

I'm gonna be sad if that credit scene is all we're getting of metal sonic in the movies tho

who even sent him if eggman is dead? agent stone? neo metal? ig we'll see

shadow isn't dead to no one's surprise lol, wonder if they're going to give him a spinoff show like they did with knuckles (and if so is black doom going to be in it)

anyways good moobie, still kinda can't believe it's real lmao

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9 of my favorite films that I watched for the first time this year!

Thank you to @amrv-5 for tagging me. Kisses.

I have never been one to sit and watch movies. It's annoyed family and friends for as long as I can remember. It's not something I ever set out to do or even think about doing, and when @pomegranate suggested I get Letterboxd, I primarily was going to use it to rate Mike movies and forget about it. Instead, it's helped me watch 34 movies (28 new to me) movies. Picking 9 of my favorites (excluding ones I've seen before, which I think were all Christmas movies), means you get essentially 1/3 of my viewing list. Enjoy.

Memento (2000), dir. Christopher Nolan -- The way this was shot is batshit insane, and I was entranced from the get go. There's nothing I can say that won't spoil the movie. It's one of those you watch it once and your mind gets blown. You watch it a second time to figure out how the fuck you missed so much.

The Mephisto Waltz (1971), dir. Paul Wendkos -- I'm in my lusting over Alan Alda phase, which if I'm being honest, was probably always going to happen someday. This movie did something to my brain. I've been rewired. I was on the dog's side the entire movie.

James Acaster: Hecklers Welcome (2004), dir. Stuart Laws -- I am horribly late to the Acaster party. Shame on me, right? Anyway, if you were ever curious about the type of man that really gets me going - he embodies it. This had me laughing from start to finish, and that's saying something because I'm not usually one to enjoy watching stand-up comedy. I find it funnier when you're in the same room. But this? Chef's kiss.

Will & Harper (2024), dir. Josh Greenbaum -- This year, I have learned a lot. I've learned a lot about people and myself. I wouldn't say I've been "sheltered," per se - but never exposed to a lot and therefore had to fuck up and learn and fuck up some more. This just resonated with me. I can and want to do better.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), dir. Michel Gondry -- I avoided this movie like the plague, because I hate Jim Carrey as a serious actor. I somehow went 20 years not ever having anything spoiled for me, and I'm really glad I didn't. It deserves the decades of hype.

The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), dir. Robert Wise -- I love science fiction, but a very specific type of science fiction. I love the trope of some alien being comes to warn or assist humanity. It's overdone, I know, but it's one of the reasons I adore The Twilight Zone as much as I do - and this movie falls directly into that trope. Even if the idea of some being from outer space coming to attempt to save humanity from itself isn't up your alley, the underlying messages of what humanity should do better still ring true today.

Inside Out 2 (2024), dir. Kelsey Mann -- "I don’t know how to stop anxiety. Maybe we can’t. Maybe this is what happens when you grow up. You feel less joy." These two sentences alone absolutely destroyed me. In a year where everything that could go wrong went wrong, in a year of self-discovery and having to come to terms with things I thought I had tucked safely in a box and locked away, I have felt so much anxiety and little joy - and that's okay. It's always okay.

The Hunger Games: Ballads of Songbirds & Snakes (2023), dir. Francis Lawerence -- Fuck me, I'm predictable. I love this franchise, and I love how downright brutal this movie was. Nothing intelligent to say about it. I'll leave you with my Letterboxd review: "'Now I know the whole world is an arena,' & 'It's the things we love most, that destroy us.' It's a shame this movie didn't come out during the heart of AOL Instant Messenger. Those two lines are perfect away messages."

Requiem for a Dream (2000), dir. Darren Aronofsky -- Just... is Aronofsky okay? I legitimately felt like I needed to check myself into rehab after watching this film, and I don't partake in any drugs. It's got this... early 00's color palette that if you were around during those years you know exactly what I mean. It's beautifully shot, but it will honest to God leave you wondering if you will ever be happy again.

If you want to follow along on my movie viewing in 2025, please feel free to add me on Letterboxd. Tagging anyone who feels like doing this.

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The outside world knows Wim Hof as the eccentric Iceman. His family suffered domestic violence (Anneke Stoffelen and Robert van de Griend, De Volkskrant, Sep 28 2024)

"The experiences in his youth left him with a post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and he doesn’t want to be confronted with his father any more.

Let alone through a movie that will probably receive worldwide attention.

This is because his father is Wim Hof, the 65-year-old health guru who made millions of people all over the world enthusiastic about his cold-water trainings and breathing exercises.

The man who caused quite a stir with his ice bath records and mountain climbing while stripped to the waist, who wrote a self-help book that was translated into 44 languages, was welcomed into the homes of megastars such as Oprah Winfrey, Jim Carrey, Orlando Bloom, and Barbra Streisand, and who, according to the annual report of Hof Holdings made a profit of more than 6 million euros in 2022.

The man, also, who presents himself as a teacher in love.

‘I want to reach billions of people,’ he said in an interview, ‘and teach them how they can live in love and drive out their inner darkness.’

So, about him a film will be made with actor Joseph Fiennes (The Handmaid’s Tale, Shakespeare in Love) as the protagonist.

An ‘inspiring’, ‘moving’, and ‘at times extremely funny’ movie, according to the advance publicity.

For Caroline (65) and her children the news was bitter.

For them the name Wim Hof is synonymous with years of aggression, physical violence, humiliation, manipulation and – in Caroline’s case – also sexual abuse.

They know the Iceman, as Hof calls himself, as a mean drunk with an explosive character and delusions of grandeur.

Someone of whom they had to be permanently wary. (…)

It is painful to them that the man responsible for this has so many followers today.

The news of the movie, which may further promote Hof’s heroic and loving image, is the last straw for them.

A few months after having been approached by the producer, Caroline, in consultation with her children, contacted de Volkskrant to tell their story.

That story, supported by court verdicts, a report from Child Welfare, medical files, emails, and a complaint against Hof pertaining to physical abuse of a previous partner, paint a shady side of one of the most influential health gurus in the world.

From documents read by de Volkskrant it appears that Hof’s fame was a catalyst for his aggression.

He became fully convinced of his own genius, became more and more demanding, and no longer tolerated any criticism.

At the same time, his fame made it more difficult for Caroline and her children to talk about their precarious situation because who would believe that this sympathetic Iceman would be capable of such terrible things? (…)

In her research, Monckton-Smith, a former police detective and now an international authority when it comes to femicide, discovered that intimate terror almost always follows a set pattern.

She is not familiar with Hof’s case, but in a video interview she outlines how this pattern looks in general.

One of the tell-tale signs is that perpetrators very quickly push towards big steps in the beginning stages of the relationship – living together, marrying, having children.

‘Perpetrators want commitment from their partners, because it gives them control.’

‘This is why quickly pressing for a pregnancy against their partner’s wishes is a big red flag. Once you have a child together, that is a lifelong basis for control.’ (…)

Studies into domestic violence show that it relatively often begins or worsens during pregnancy, although criminologist Monckton-Smith believes that it is the underlying controlling behaviour that becomes more manifest then.

‘When the woman becomes pregnant, her priorities change. The controlling man can find it hard to accept that she is paying more attention to herself and the baby than to him.

In addition, there are outsiders who have an influence on the victim, such as obstetricians and doctors. For controlling partners, they constitute a threat.’ (…)

For criminologist Monckton-Smith it is the most prominent question of her career: why doesn’t she leave?

After studying hundreds of femicide cases the criminologist has come to the conclusion that women don’t leave because they estimate that leaving is more dangerous than staying.

And quite often this is the case. ‘To leave means to escalate,’ says Monckton-Smith.

‘We, as a society, say to these women that they should leave, but if they do there is no one to protect them against the violence.

Women do not make a conscious decision to remain in the relationship; they just stay until they have safe escape plan.’ (…)

The threat of the relationship being ended is the main trigger for controlling partners to turn to serious violence and even murder, as Jane Monckton-Smith’s research shows.

‘These people tend to see a divorce as an attack on their ego and their rights. For fear of being humiliated and losing control, they will try and reinstate their status.’"

[welcome-to-green-hills]

hi, sorry if this has already been asked, but what are your thoughts on fat eggman for sonic 3 and the high chance of fat jokes and fatphobia in general? its making me nervous...

Hi Honey! ❤️✨

It’s okay to be nervous, I promise. I’m just happy that you’re comfortable enough—and trust me enough—to have this conversation with me. Thank you! I talked a little about it here the other day, but I’m more than happy to talk about it again.

I’m perfectly okay with Dr. Robotnik looking a bit more stout. Historically, the design for him has always been egg-shaped. I think this it’s a bit of a shock—maybe a “Sonic-Culture shock”—to us because we’re used to seeing SCU!Robotnik a bit more string-bean shaped. This is vastly different than his game counterpart. And I say that because I’m noticing that most of my followers became fans from the movies. (Which isn’t a problem at all, it’s a good starting point into the fandom😉). So in short of my rambling, I’m perfectly content with this!

As for the fat jokes/fatphobia portion of your ask, I don’t necessarily know what will happen. I’m so sorry that I don’t have a strong answer to give you, hon. I will say that the fear is understandable. There’s nothing wrong with having that fear. The jokes are harmful and do more bad than good. I don’t know how Jim Carrey, better yet everyone, might handle Dr. Robotnik in the third film. It sounds a bit scary right now because of how people responded to the change at their private screening at Cinemacon.

I can’t stop people for making those vulgar jokes, but know that they’re not tolerated here. That shit’s not welcomed here at all. You don’t have to worry about seeing content like that here.

[prpfz]

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12 bands who succeeded by never selling out

Here are 12 bands who conquered the world by refusing to sacrifice what they believe in.

June 25, 2021Words:Chris KrovatinPhoto:Thomas Brooker

The cry of 'Sell out!' is kind of a joke in rock'n'roll. The minute a band progresses in any way shape or form, someone who liked their first demo – or even a non-fan looking for a way to vent about their own shitty life – will claim that the artist in question is just in it for the big bucks. Meanwhile, selling out varies from genre to genre, with underground extreme metal bands getting called out for doing interviews at all. There's really just no winning with some people.

At the end of the day, selling out is really about betraying one's principles or changing one's sound in order to make the wrong people happy or line one's pockets. And while plenty of bands have done that to a certain extent, there are a handful of acts who have made their bank on staying true to what they believe in. Not only that, but these bands also would've been less successful had they ever bowed to pressure; that they have remained true to their guns is crucial to their success.

Here are 12 legendary bands who answer to no-one but themselves…

1Nirvana

The kings. After the monumental success of Nevermind, Nirvana could’ve easily released a candy-coated pop-rock record and welcomed universal praise. Instead, the band dropped In Utero, featuring a song named Rape Me and a cover that could’ve been used for a Carcass album. The argument could even be made that Kurt Cobain’s suicide was in part influenced by feeling crushed by pressure to be the rock star everyone wanted (though addiction and mental illness was a likely factor). Say what you want about Nirvana, but you can never claim that they danced for the man.

2Converge

Not selling out is an intrinsic part of Converge’s whole identity. The band’s churning emotional hardcore is all about honesty and loyalty to principle – the exact opposite of giving in to pressure and financial stress. With each merciless, unwavering album they release, the boys from Salem further cement their status as the hardcore scene’s patron saints. And at the end of the day, isn’t that the dream: to become more famous every time you release a record that most of society would deem unlistenable?

3Cannibal Corpse

Some might argue that death metal pioneers Cannibal Corpse “sold out” by appearing in the Jim Carrey comedy Ace Ventura: Pet Detective. But the band never stopped playing the monster in that infamous scene, and anyway, it’s not as though they changed their music after appearing on the big screen (their next album included a song named Fucked With A Knife, for Christ’s sake). Even as they’ve become bigger and more famous, the kings of gore have never wavered from their themes of violent, perverse murder – which is why we’ll always love them.

4Tool

There’s a reason that Tool’s Fear Inoculum was such a massive success, and it isn’t because the band did a promotional campaign with Nando’s leading up to it. No, Tool have always done things their way, laughing at their own fanbase for being sour over them not playing the game. Especially in the ’90s, when the band were at the forefront of California’s growing metal movement, they had every opportunity to write a hit for radio hit and lend a sample to P. Diddy. Instead, they remained true to their weirdo vision, resulting in even their between-song interludes becoming chart-toppers.

5Fugazi

From the outset, Fugazi weren’t about having anything handed to them, to the point where they championed the DIY aesthetic by booking their own tours, printing their own flyers, and so on. By the time the Washington, D.C., stalwarts were deemed legendary in the mid- to late-’90s, they could’ve just bought into their own hype and shilled for any number of junk food or lifestyle brands. But like many bands on this list, Fugazi knew that their success was only as strong as their word, and shunned mainstream recognition in exchange for the satisfaction of a job well done. Better to stay in the waiting room than swallow the pill.

6High On Fire

How does a band who launched their career making brutal stoner thrash about monsters win a GRAMMY? Simple: keep creating brutal stoner thrash about monsters. High On Fire never once deviated from their MO of making heads bang to killer riffs honouring H.P. Lovecraft, and for that they were awarded the Best Metal GRAMMY in 2019 for their song Electric Messiah, beating out more presentable acts like Trivium and Underoath. If you’re going to make outlaw music, don’t pull your punches – go full outlaw.

7Napalm Death

While plenty of other death metal bands have just become laid-back biker dudes, Napalm Deathhaven't forgotten the punk-rock protest ethos that drove their grindcore roots. Whether they're raising money for fellow musicians or literally fighting Nazis, the boys from Birmingham are always about using their powers for good. The closest they've ever come is having their song used in a TV show – not exactly lending a song to the Trump campaign.

8Rage Against The Machine

For Rage Against The Machine, selling out would be the ultimate sin. Instead, the band took every opportunity at their disposal to bite the hand that feeds the rich – from shutting down the stock exchange to lampooning politicians and talk show hosts in their videos. For all their hard work, the California gang possess a career that is for all intents and purposes flawless, driven by moral activism and a need to speak truth to power. For most bands, putting a burning monk on their album cover would be career suicide; for these guys, it was a game-changer.

9Darkthrone

What it would mean to sell out is a relative term, and it’s worth mentioning that Norwegian black metal duo Darkthrone were probably never asked to sell toothpaste or burgers. But not only did Darkthrone focus on steadily releasing solid, interesting albums while other members of black metal’s second wave leaned on their kuh-razy reputations, but they’ve also refused to play live even after being offered shitloads of money to do so. Proof that for some bands, black metal will always be about the music first and foremost.

10Pearl Jam

While plenty of bands are happy to perform anywhere so long as they get paid, Pearl Jamrefused to play nice. At the height of their fame in the mid-’90s, the grunge giants discovered that Ticketmaster charged a service fee at a charity gig, gouging fans for their good-natured attendance. In return, the band boycotted Ticketmaster’s venues, instead erecting their own arenas in rural areas to play shows for fans. They also filed a monopoly lawsuit against the company; while it unfortunately fell part, the statement was important. It’s heartwarming to see a band this huge take a hit in the name of what’s right.

11Meshuggah

Given how many Swedish death metal bands from the ’90s and 2000s went wholly listenable later in their careers, it’s amazing that Meshuggah have held out so long. It's especially impressive as djent, the genre they helped create, has become more and more mainstream. At any point, Meshuggah could’ve written a song with a steady, headbangable beat and a big chorus, and would’ve been hailed for “crossing boundaries” and “giving fans what they want”. Instead they’ve remained off-kilter, much to the chagrin of live audiences. Now if we could only find the downbeat…

12Melvins

For some reason, the idea of the Melvins selling out feels especially uncomfortable. If the kings of Washington alt-metal wrote a pop-rock tune or starred in a razor commercial, it would break our hearts. The salty, only-music-matters attitude of King Buzzo and co. is so much of why they maintain their status as underground royalty. Thankfully, the band have never even toyed with the idea, making catchy, stomp-along sludge rock that remains safely outside the mainstream consciousness. Exhale a sigh of relief.

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🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

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[darkrpfinders]

🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

I write multi-para/novella, literate, third person, Discord. Would prefer to write with someone 21+, but 18+ is okay. Will include some dark themes, romance, nsfw, so please be okay with that! Interact and I’ll message you! 💙

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[roleplayfinder]

🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

I write multi-para/novella, literate, third person, Discord. Would prefer to write with someone 21+, but 18+ is okay. Will include some dark themes, romance, nsfw, so please be okay with that! Interact and I’ll message you! 💙

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[rphunter]

🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

I write multi-para/novella, literate, third person, Discord. Would prefer to write with someone 21+, but 18+ is okay. Will include some dark themes, romance, nsfw, so please be okay with that! Interact and I’ll message you! 💙

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[fandom-rpfinder]

🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

I write multi-para/novella, literate, third person, Discord. Would prefer to write with someone 21+, but 18+ is okay. Will include some dark themes, romance, nsfw, so please be okay with that! Interact and I’ll message you! 💙

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[sycamoresarchivesofficial]

Hello!

(Just a heads up, these aren’t real moderators. They are my characters acting as the moderators just to avoid confusion.)

This is Terebete Rumaze, the receptionist and one of two managers of this very tumblr account, the other being Magnolia themself. Some facts about me! :3

- 19 y/o

- ♌️ (Aug. 18th)

- She/Her

- Fairy :3

- Likes- Makeup, Castlevania, coquette clothes, the smell of lavender

- Dislikes- Onions, dirt, the one dude at the bar who will NOT shut up about his “manly aura.” (We get it, Michael. You have big arms and a fragile ego 🙄)

Hello.

I am Magnolia Dunbar, Head Archivst, one of two managers of this account, and head of the archives itself. Apparently Terebete wanted me to start this account for marketing purposes?? And here’s some things that she suggested I tell about myself…

- 25 years of age (At least I look like it…).

- I was born on September 7th, with the sign of Virgo.

- They/Them

- I am an Elf/Goblin hybrid. (I was lucky to get my mother’s genes during the forming process. Then again, she did create me with the help of my father.)

- Some things I like are: Coffee, books, stars, and fencing.

- Some things I dislike are: Disorganized vases, the smell of lavender, visitors or anyone who disrespects the artifacts or my staff, and leather.

Some ground rules (Canon-wise):

- We accept all kinds of artifacts from a wide range of universes, including:

~Homebrewed Artifacts (Objects/Things created for either your original story or a story previously published.)

~Declassified Artifacts (Items not considered canon by default.)

~Altered Artifacts (Things from AUs. Altered Reality is Scyamorian talk for AU).

~General Artifacts. (Artifacts considered canon.)

- Any, ANY individual (Roleplay or otherwise) is welcome to peruse the halls.

- We will actively be hunting to expand our collection through interviews or friendly discussion. (Sometimes you might be able to catch Magnolia sneaking through realms to gather random artifacts for collection.)

This is the actual mod here. Here’s a couple of ground rules:

- No NSFW.

- No overtly threatening asks.

- No asks of things that generally would be under the guise of, “please don’t ask this.”

- No slurs. I couldn’t care less if you curse otherwise.

Some interesting facts about the managers:

- Magnolia one time got drunk and did a stand up comedy routine with a Jim Carrey impression.

- Magnolia does laugh at Minion memes.

- Terebete will always find something to make fun of Magnolia about.

- Terebete has a stan account for K-pop idols.

- Terebete cries during romcoms.

- Magnolia has caught Terebete trash talking small children on Roblox on more than one occasion on the archives computers in the digital lab. (They will not let her live it down.)

That’s all there is to it!

Happy Artifact Hunting!

[prpfz]

🤖 Desperately looking for someone that might be interested in writing as Dr. Ivo Robotnik (Jim Carrey version from the Sonic movies) against my female oc.

I have some vague ideas in mind for plot and everything, would love to discuss further; please be willing to contribute to ideas. I do have character info and a starter ready.

I love being able to chat ooc with partners, getting equally excited over our writing, sharing music/visuals, etc. Becoming friends isn’t a requirement (though always welcome!), but shared enthusiasm certainly helps to keep the writing flow going.

I write multi-para/novella, literate, third person, Discord. Would prefer to write with someone 21+, but 18+ is okay. Will include some dark themes, romance, nsfw, so please be okay with that! Interact and I’ll message you! 💙

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[galaxybooper]

With the holidays starting, I wanted to share this movie list. Growing up, I watched a handful of movies with my family year after year. They range from old classics to the most well-known. The majority of this list are not religious. Some of the older classics have a touch of religious talking but not too much to overshadow the movie. This list isn't in order as I love them all the same.

Santa Claus is Comin' To Town, a 1970 movie about Santa Claus's origins. It has great songs and explains many specific things about Santa, like where his red coat came from, why it's one night, and his typical ho-ho laugh. The style is puppet stop-motion, and the movements flow really well. My favorite song is "Put One Foot in Front of the Other". I love this movie a lot because it teaches about kindness and how even an act of kindness that isn't welcome can make a difference.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is another puppet stop-motion movie from 1964. It has more great songs! My favorites are "We're a Couple of Misfits" and "Isle of Misfit Toys." I love how they took the classic story and developed it into a movie that further explains why Rudolph was a misfit. I love that the story shows how "misfits" are so important. Even when society turns against misfits, someday, they will need the very people they rejected.

The Year Without Santa Claus from 1974. Same style as the others above. More great songs like "Heat Miser/ Snow Miser" song. That song is so fucking catchy and makes me dance in my seat. I love that this movie teaches that you're never too old to believe in Santa Claus and the importance of Santa Claus. Not as a present giver but what he represents. Plus Mrs. Claus and Mother Nature are badasses. Mrs. Claus leads the charge to find Christmas spirit.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (both the 1966 movie and the 2000 live action with Jim Carrey). The 1966 version is a classic! I love "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" song in this version. The 2000 movie with Jim Carrey is great! It explains why the Grinch hated Christmas, why the Whos don't like him, and a few other things too. Jim Carrey was the perfect casting for the Grinch. He's funny and makes the Grinch an amazing character with many layers. He deserves all the praise for going through literal hell for wearing his Grinch costume. Like seriously. That costume of yak hair was so hot and bad, the producer hired a CIA staff member who was in charge of training CIA agents to handle being tortured. Jim Carrey was given CIA tactics to handle being tortured for this movie. He deserves a great applause for him staying and finishing the movie.

Barbie in the Nutcracker from 2001. Yes, a barbie movie joins this list. I love the take on the classic Nutcracker story. I love how they incorporated the ballet in the movie casually and the music too. The costumes are wonderful! This movie is a great introduction to ballet and a great way to understand the classic ballet story.

Frosty the Snowman from 1969. Another great Christmas classic. The animation is fun! I don't think I need to explain this one. If you know the song, then you know what's going to happen.

Other movies I'd recommend:

ELF, a classic I mean if you haven't watched it yet, you need to.

Santa Clause (1-3). Great movies, Tim Allan is a wonderful Santa Claus. I am always engaged with the movies when they play.

Rudolph and Frosty's Christmas in July. Another great puppet stop-motion. Sure, it's not really about Christmas but I still really like watching this during the holidays. It has a sad climax if you really love Frosty.

Rudolph's Shiny New Year. This is a great movie for the new year! Such an adventure!

Home Alone (1-2). If you haven't watched these before, you should. It's a little cringe with Kevin being blamed when his family seems to be the problem. Kevin is the problem too but still. I like the first movie when Kevin thinks he made his family disappear and slowly grow up. I like when Kevin plans the defense attacks and when the robbers get hurt. It's very funny.