#Spreading Ashes at Disney

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[abnomi]

EVERY REASON (that i can think of) AS TO WHY TURBO/KING CANDY IS NEURODIVERGENT 💥💥

i would like to make a disclaimer first and foremost about the obvious, being that Turbo/King Candy is heavily implied to have narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) and antisocial personality disorder (ASPD). Very often, characters with these disorders are portrayed as villains, and Turbo is no exception to this. There's nothing wrong with antagonistic characters having said disorders, per se, but when the only representation available for people with these conditions are found in characters you're not supposed to root for, it can be really disheartening. i won't be erasing these parts of him because i feel it would be in poor taste to gloss over those core elements of who he is, but plz keep in mind that having any kind of personality disorder doesn't make anyone inherently evil!!!🌞 your ACTIONS make you, not your brain

Also if anyone has any suggestions or other ideas for his neurodiversity, i would love to hear them! please do share!! I LOVE PSYCHOANALYZING CHARACTERS AND HEARING OTHER PEOPLE PSYCHOANALYZE THEM !!!! YAY🎉 if u agree or disagree with any of my points I'd love to discuss them further :-]

without further ado... click read more to find out…😈 be ready for a lot of reaches

💥 ADHD 💥

STIMMING

Turbo's constantly moving around in some way; he's a very expressive character! even as King Candy, he can't seem to conceal his frequent giggling. it's a big habit of his; he seems to do it involuntarily to regulate himself, including when he's nervous or uncomfortable.

he seems to display other repetitive behaviors as well, like doing his iconic thumbs-up pose, sticking out his tongue, or hopping around gleefully. he is but a jovial court jester..

i personally like to think that his phrases, "Turbo-tastic!" and "Have some candy!" are vocal stims of his, although i equally really love the interpretation that these (and the aforementioned stims) are tics :-]

another headcanon; i think it would make a lot of sense for him to have an oral fixation of some sort (ignoring the whole sigmund freud part of the term ermm...); just lots of biting, chewing, needing to have something in his mouth. It would align with the whole idea that he smokes, too

HYPERACTIVITY

we can clearly see throughout the film that Turbo has a lot of energy, made abundantly clear by his mannerisms and general behavior. he's constantly moving, using exaggerated expressions and gestures to communicate + express himself. He's one of the most animated and bouncy characters in the movie, next to Vanellope! it's silly how a character not very grounded in reality is such a threat, but i suppose that's what makes him so threatening in the first place...

another factor in this is how he is very adrenaline-seeking, craving activities that give him a rush (sugar rush...😂😂). more on that in a bit!!

HYPERFIXATION

Turbo's fixation with winning is all-consuming for him; it's an obsession. he doesn't appear to care about much else, if anything besides it. this could be interpreted as a hyperfixation for him (or special interest if ur all about that autism lifestyle), as it overtakes all of his focus and impedes every process of his mind.

it's clear that racing is much more than a passion for him, and while that fact is due to how he was programmed, it's a major character trait of his regardless that could be correlated to neurodivergence.

HYPERFOCUS

There seems to be a big theme of "all or nothing" when it comes to Turbo. he will either be fully dedicated to something or brush it aside without a second thought. it can't be denied that he fully wraps himself up in what he wants, whether it's a conflict he can't let go of or a new pursuit he's hungrily chasing after. 

ultimately, his dedication varies depending on if it is relevant to him and his interests or not, but this aspect of him still shares patterns with neurodivergent thought processes.

INSTANT GRATIFICATION

Seeing as he has a tendency to cheat in his use of code to spawn in whatever his heart desires, it can be assumed that this could do with Turbo wanting instant gratification to fill that bitter, empty void inside of him. while this could simply be brushed aside as greed and his belief that he is obligated to have access to whatever he wants, this trait is consistent with his generally dopamine-seeking behavior and wanting to be instantly rewarded by his actions. His obsession with needing to feel good directly relates to his need for another buzz, constantly after the next rush. (a sugar rush if you will☺☺☺)

ADRENALINE-SEEKING

Closely related to the previous speculation, Turbo always seems to be chasing his next high. he loves the thrill of action and being surrounded by crowds of people below him. it's why his big thing is racing! people cheer him on, he can do whatever he wants, he can go really fast and look cool..

it's possible that a big aspect of why he does this is to distract himself from any kind of pain, because pain = vulnerability. bro does NOT know how to independently cope with his own problems.. HE MAD AS HELLLLL!!! 😂😂

STRUGGLE WITH SELF CARE

(i know this is reaching but bear with me... 🐻) going off of his appearance and tendency to make poor decisions, it can be gathered that this man lacks skill in the self care department. his yellowing teeth and sunken eyes not only serve to complement his design, but also give way to the idea that he neglects himself in favor for whatever weird scheme he's up to.

of course, Turbo does prioritize himself above everyone else, but he doesn't strike me as the type to care much about how others think he smells. him being a bother to anyone isn't a concern of his. he cares about whatever gets him the most praise and attention from as many people as possible, which is winning and racing. Who cares about how clean he is when he's up on a podium holding a shiny, golden trophy, anyway?

It's likely that he had to step his game up when he went under disguise as king candy, which is why he looks well-groomed in comparison to his more corpse-like appearance. Ugly hoe. it can also be assumed that he's had more time to focus on himself because everyone loves him without question... Well, except for Vanellope, but who cares about her, right?

also, i know he makes a condescending comment to Ralph about how bad his breath smells, but it's made abundantly clear that Turbo is a massive hypocrite. his comment doesn't erase the possibility that he has suffered from such "halitosis" as well.

💥 ANXIETY 💥

GENERAL ANXIOUS BEHAVIOR

i know, i know, this could technically be chalked up to be "Turbo is nervously giggling and shit because he's scared of getting caught," but guys. g

even in the flashback scene, we can see how easily stressed he can become in an alarmingly short period of time. he is extremely insecure, therefore i am led to believe he is not only emotionally dysregulated, but also by extension, anxiety ridden.

yes, this is purely speculative, but who's to say that he wasn't like this before? being high-strung and intense are significant facets of his personality consistently portrayed throughout the film. as long as he is getting exactly what he wants, he is happy; the moment he loses even a blip of control, however, he immediately grows extremely tense.

if Turbo wasn't anxious about his disguise as King Candy before, he was anxious about how much attention he was receiving on a given day. if not that, then he'd be anxious over how he presents himself. He hates how he can't control how other people perceive him, which is why he is constantly trying to act like he's better than he is.

its why he justifies his behavior to himself, proudly making others refer to him as the "rightful ruler" of sugar rush and relishing in the attention of his countless underlings. Any secure and stable person would NOT ACT LIKE THIS!!!!😭😭😭

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

As we can see a handful of times on screen, Turbo's instinct to protect himself is very easily activated.

 his fear manifests in anger and aggression. we can see at multiple points how easy it is to upset him or fluster him; his anger is one side of the same coin, the opposite end being his fear and paranoia.

Going off of this point, have you noticed that Turbo is either satisfied or furious without much of an in-between? how the second something isn't under his manipulation, he lashes out and fights back? I'm led to believe that this is how he responds to fear (AAUAAYAUUUUGGHHH 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡). This guy is so against the idea of being vulnerable, that even when afraid, he will utilize violence to regain his dominance over the situation at hand.

CONTROL + PARANOIA

Turbo's always trying to writhe or fight his way out of uncomfortable situations, unable to exist outside of his comfort zone for seconds at a time.

his defensive, paranoid, and controlling behavior are all reflections of how deeply insecure this man is. He feels such an intense need for everything to go exactly how he expects it to go that the moment he senses any kind of threat, he instantly jumps to defend himself and what he feels that he has "earned," regardless of whether there truly is a threat or not.

this could potentially be a coping mechanism for his anxiety and sense of stability; can't forget to mention how territorial he is!! he jumps to conclusions about what others' intentions are before they even get a chance to reply, as seen with his first encounter with Ralph in the movie. 

the racer is so internally discombobulated that he seeks any sense of stability on his environment, including on those around him. his sense of self is so warped that he copes with constant distraction; being under the spotlight, being actively racing, having to be showered with attention, having others make him feel good because he doesn't know how to do it for himself. he needs to feel like everything is under control, lest everything falls apart.

"...if there's ONE thing I can't abide, it's ANYTHING out of order!"

💥 NPD 💥

INFLATED SENSE OF SELF IMPORTANCE

Turbo's most in-your-face trait above all else. It's made more than crystal clear in every scene he's in that his arrogance is a determining factor in how he interacts with others. This is exactly what drives him to desperately crave admiration, to chase after others he's envious of because he thinks he is obligated to take what they have.

he seems to genuinely think he is entitled to get whatever he wants, just because he is inherently "special" or "better" than everyone else. Why else would he have made himself a king, a step above princess?

EXCESSIVE NEED FOR ADMIRATION

Turbo's self worth is COMPLETELY dependent on the opinions of children and teenagers. I think i don't need to say any more than that, but i will. (Evil).

As cartoonishly massive as his ego is, i think that it's fair to assume that Turbo has a very unstable sense of self, distorting his perception of his own worth down with it. his near-constant flaunting and need to be the best is a dead giveaway to his deeply-ridden self-doubt. The foundation of his stability is built around how "good" he is (at racing and winning), how powerful he is, whether or not he is being prioritized above everyone else, whether or not he is the absolute best, etc. etc.

The racer outright manipulates others to shower him with admiration and undeserved appreciation. He is incapable of forming a true sense of internal value, instead heavily and codependently relying on others to form it for him. if he isn't the best, he may as well just be nothing.

INTENSE JEALOUSY

He reacts so severely to what he perceives as others taking away what is rightfully his that it only goes to solidify my previous points even further. the second someone else is getting more attention than him, Turbo will bend over backwards to rip back the praise he believes he so rightly deserves.

being extremely competitive, he will one-up against anyone he thinks of as a threat, dedicating himself to taking them down to the best of his ability, and making sure they STAY down to top it all off.

INABILITY TO HANDLE CRITICISM

if we really dissect the entire one-off joke with Turbo insisting that his stolen pink castle is actually "salmon," along with all of his other domineering behaviors, we can garner that he is very persistent in how he wants others to view him. i wholeheartedly believe that this would translate into him not only being defensive over his supposed "ownership" of Sugar Rush, but also over himself and his own insecurities.

He needs to feel good about himself or else he will die and quite literally try to kill everyone.

LACK OF EMPATHY

He appears to have a fondness for making jokes in very poor taste. Turbo has a big sense of humor, but it's always at the expense of others. Be it a pun about a "fungeon," or jumping to protect himself with a joke about "hitting a guy with glasses," he has a tendency to take serious situations very lightly. It's not that he's unaware of the weight of it; he simply doesn't take it Seriously.

its admittedly impressive how he was able to feign empathy so well for Ralph; it goes to show how he is very capable of understanding that what he's doing is wrong, but ultimately does nothing to change his behavior because it doesn't impact him personally. 

i would like to honor this part of him, because even in the possible alternate path of a redemption arc, his struggle with empathy can be explored in a variety of interesting ways :-] he can understand complicated emotions and situations on an analytical level, but he doesn't feel for them unless it has to do with him specifically. (this obviously doesn't make him inherently evil, his ACTIONS make him evil)

💥 ASPD 💥

LACK OF REMORSE/GUILT

One of Turbo's core characteristics is just how far he is willing to go for his own self-interest with lack of regard for how it impacts everyone else. he has absolutely no concern for how anyone else feels besides himself, willing to go so far as to attempt to mutilate a 9-year-old to achieve his petty goals.

Turbo is shameless when it comes to how he goes about getting his way. While I'd like to believe he isn't fully incapable of feeling regret, he doesn't showcase feeling it in the movie itself. The most regret he'll feel is when he slips up and exposes himself. anything else is the fault of everyone else; he is untouchable in his eyes.

DECEITFUL TENDENCIES + LYING

Where do i even start with this one.

well, first of all, let's acknowledge the... erm, horse? in the room? 🐎😅(Please someone help me there is a horse in my room help helphel) being that Turbo went under disguise as King Candy for at least a decade. Even before this, there's a good chance that he's already had plenty of experience with lies and manipulation. i'd be willing to bet on this!!

one of his specialties is being proficient in manipulation, be it the code of games or the minds of people. theyre basically the same thing to him, anyway... I'm sure you all know the scene where he uses 16 manipulation tactics against Ralph and wins. this was Obviously not the first time he'd done this.

REPETITION OF HARMFUL BEHAVIORS

Time and time again, Turbo can't seem to help himself when it comes to poor decision-making. he never internalizes that his bad choices aren't JUST bad for others, but also for himself, continuing to escalate further and further into very dangerous behaviors until he literally dies.

Here's a list of bad decisions he has made! (at least, that we know of)

Pinning himself above his peers

Harassment + stalking

Carelessly charging through GCS with his car, endangering countless civilians

Attempting to take over a game that isn't his x2

Vehicular manslaughter

Implied mass murder + attempted murder, attempted mutilation

Mass endangerment

Breaking and entering, theft, usurpation, plagiarism

and more!!!!!!!

AND HE LEARNS FROM ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS!!! with some of the items listed here, he's attempted to do multiple times! Absolute buffoon.

RECKLESS DISREGARD FOR SAFETY OF SELF AND OTHERS

Considering how he was willing to charge into a game that wasn't his own with the awareness that it could permanently kill him, going as far as to recklessly crash into another car (albeit it's possible this was unintentional), it's easy to gather that he doesn't seem to consider anyone's safety at all in the spur of the moment.

IMPULSITIVITY

his impulsivity and disregard for safety both go hand-in-hand. When it gets to a certain point, Turbo's emotions will boil over and blow up in a cold rage, thus causing him to spiral and act on impulse, becoming a detrimental force to himself as well as everyone around him.

What's interesting is how much restraint he is capable of; he typically is very strategic in how he orchestrates his plans! but once he reaches his breaking point, he snaps and leaves all of his hard work behind in favor of something that calls for his immediate attention.

💥 ETC. 💥

extra tidbits i didnt have enough energy to fully delve into :-]

BPD

Fear of abandonment

Blurry sense of identity

Feelings of emptiness

Self destructive tendencies

Emotional instability

Explosive anger

ODD (oppositional defiant disorder)

He seems so infatuated with his own autonomy that he gets to the point of being resistant and defiant

Resisting against the rules of the world that he directly caused as a result of his own actions, being that one shouldn't "go Turbo."

Enjoys upsetting/getting a rise out of others. this is more speculative as i am going off of the assumption that he thinks pissing people off is funny, based on his other behavioral patterns. (cruel sense of humor, wanting to feel above others via control & manipulation, enjoyment of inflicting pain onto others)

Forcefully defends himself and refuses any kind of criticism

Lashes out when he feels slighted

Excessive persistence despite all odds, whether it's beneficial to him or not

ok bye!! thank you if you managed to read this far ^^ peace and love take care of yourself! all in all turbo is so neurodivergent ok please Okay <3 get this thing his meds

[daco-showman]

crazy that Walt Disney just wanted to draw a rat and monopolise media corporations but now they spawned some neo pagan consumerist religion where they have to train staff specifically to detect and remove human ashes that are covertly spread in their parks

[jupiter-at3]

With all the people who have their ashes spread at Disney despite it not being allowed, they should just make a designated spot for it at this point

[it-happened-one-fic]

A Cinderella Fairytale - Deuce

Author Notes: @miriamladyvoid So this is the selection from my 600 followers event that corresponds to the book you chose (A book that has been lovingly re-covered in now sun-faded fabric). i wrote this while listening to "Lavender Blue" from Disney's Live action Cinderella (2015) OST. I kept this one as a female reader as well since that was what was in your request. I hope you enjoy!

600 followers event!

Type: female reader/ fluff/ romance/ charming fairytale in a book that has been lovingly re-covered in now sun-faded fabric/ Isekai

Word count: 2416

I exhaled, scrubbing the floor that magically seemed to gain more filth each time I blinked.

Never had I so regretted touching a book as I regretted touching the one that had transported me into this fairytale world that was a little bit too much like Cinderella for my liking. Especially considering I was the one in the role of Cinderella.

I should've known to be wary of the enchanted books Crowley had told me to take to the library for safe storage. If I had, then maybe I would have found myself getting transported to a magical world that wasn’t my own or Twisted Wonderland.

Of course, I hadn’t exactly been planning on opening one of the books. One of them had just slid off the top of the stack and fallen to the ground, opening as it did so.

I’d frowned at the book covered in sun-faded fabric that obviously hadn’t been original to it as I sat down on the other books before kneeling and slowly picking the book upright as Deuce had come into the room behind with yet another stack of books. 

I’d barely even gotten a chance to glance up at the young man as a flash of light sparked out from the book, causing the young man to shout in surprise before everything had faded into darkness and I’d woke up here.

I hadn’t woken up with no clue as to where I was. The enchantment on the book had been kind enough to give me all of the information regarding my character’s backstory.

And it was almost exactly that of Cinderella. Meaning that I was essentially trapped in a retelling of one of the world’s most famous fairytales known to man.

The only real comfort was that, at the very least, Deuce had no doubt seen me get sucked into the book.

He would go and get help; I knew he would, and as soon as they could figure out how, I trusted that my friends would get me out of this book and back into Twisted Wonderland.

But up until then, my best options seemed to be filling my role and playing the part of Cinderella. Which included servitude to my apparent stepfamily.

“You still haven’t finished cleaning the floor, Ashes? You won’t be able to go to the ball at this right!” My supposed stepsister trilled at me from the upper staircase, and I twisted to look up at her.

I had to hand it to her and my stepmother, who stood behind her with a faux-disappointed expression; they weren’t going with the classic nicknames of ‘Cinderella’ or ‘Cinders.’ Instead, they referred to me as ‘Ashes.’

I watched as my stepmother shook her head, her lips pulled together in a pout, “Really, dear, I would have thought you would know this by now. If you try to clean the floor while covered in filth, then you’re only going to spread filth around.”

I glanced down at my clothes, which were not, in fact, covered in filth but were considerably stained. I nodded nonetheless, my fingers curling into the filthy rag I was using to clean, “Yes, ‘Mother.’”

I heard the tapping of heels, and then my chin was lifted by a fan so that I was looking up into my stepmother’s face, which was just a little bit too red to be colored by blush alone, “I told you to call me ‘Duchess,’ Ashes.”

I pulled my mouth up into a fake smile, “Yes, of course, Duchess.”

She let out a hum before twisting to look up at the clock and tutting lightly, “It is far too late for you to join us at the ball, Ashes. I’m afraid you’ll have to stay behind tonight.”

I twitched slightly at her words, indignant on my character's behalf. For tonight, she said. More like for the rest of your existence.

I wasn't particularly looking forward to meeting the prince charming of this story, but I was looking forward to my entrance at the ball. At the very least, I would get to see her shocked and dismayed face then. Though that was only a little comfort, considering it wasn’t actually going to be ‘Ashes’ who finally bested this woman.

The fan was yanked from under my chin, and she made sure to drag its sharp corner along my skin before finishing pulling it away as she smiled at me, “Be sure to finish your chores, ‘Dear.’”

She stepped away, turning in a swirl of rich but gaudy fabrics as I watched her stalk out of the kitchen and to her smirking daughter’s side, “And remember, tomorrow the prince will be visiting to declare his intentions to my daughter.”

My daughter. Not your sister.

But that was fine. In no way did I want to be accused of being related to the caution orange monstrosity of tulle that was the wicked step-sister of this tale.

I bowed my head, idly wondering what my fairy godmother would look and be like as I murmured my response, “Yes, Duchess.”

The two women left, trailing shrill laughter behind them as they swept out of the room, and I sat back.

As I recalled, the fairy godmother usually showed up right after Cinderella’s heart was broken, which did make me wonder if she would even show up.

According to the plot, she should, but I was hardly heartbroken.

But that was fine. I’d found a dress in the attic that was a perfect match for my size that was no doubt left by the previous lady of this house.

Ashes’s mother.

Changing didn’t take long, and I glanced at the clock as I walked through the house. The only question now was how, exactly, I was going to get to the palace without a pumpkin carriage to take me there.

I stepped out of the house, glancing around and feeling my eyebrows raise as I spotted a carriage that was parked right outside the house. A little bit too handy to be a coincidence, as the man in front waved me over.

“You must be a lady of this house. We’ll have to hurry to get you to the ball on time, my dear,” He smiled warmly, and I felt myself grin back at him before clambering into the carriage and sitting as it took off.

I frowned at the box next to me, though, immediately suspicious as I leaned out the window, “This box… Are you delivering it?”

The man shook his head, “No, ma’am, that would be for you. Some faerie stopped by and left it here, saying the lady who took this carriage to the palace would need it.”

I frowned at it, feeling my eyebrows lift before I carefully opened the box to reveal delicate glass slippers.

I felt myself laugh slightly; I supposed it wouldn’t really be a Cinderella fairytale without at least one gift from a fairy godmother after all.

And, just like a perfect fairytale, they fit like a dream and were impossibly comfortable despite their design.

I found myself shaking my head and smoothing back out the full, layered skirts of my dress, idly wondering about what this prince charming was going to be like.

Probably perfectly handsome, in a brilliant white suit, and totally at odds with the young men I’d gotten so used to being around at NRC. And there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that would make him someone that I’d want for this story’s protagonist. 

Ashes deserved someone who would be good to her in ways that she had experienced since her childhood, when her father and mother were still alive.

It didn’t seem like I’d been in the carriage hardly anytime at all when it rolled to a stop and the coachman leaned around, a smile on his face that somehow reminded me of Cater, even though he looked nothing like the ginger-haired young man, “Here’s your stop, ma’am. And good luck on winning the prince’s heart.”

I felt myself smile at him as I stepped out of the carriage, noticing that its roundness really did make it appear like a pumpkin.

“It looks like I’m going to be fashionably late,” I was surprised to find that I felt oddly nervous as I looked up at the grandiose staircase that led up into the sparkling palace just ahead.

He leaned down, winking at me lightly, “All the better for making an entrance, I say. Now, farewell, my lady.”

And with that, he snapped his reins once, and the carriage pulled away as I started up the staircase, at first slowly and then trotting, as my skirt fanned out around me.

Sets of doors after sets of doors were opened for me as I hurried through the palace, idly checking clocks as I went. Even I knew that the magic would wear off at midnight, and if I wanted this story to move forward, I needed to meet the prince before then, at the ball.

And right now, even as I filled the role of the princess in this story and even looked the part for once, ending this story was still my best chance of returning home outside of relying wholly on my friends to get me out.

I found my pace slowing, though, as I approached a particularly ornate set of double doors in front of which two men stood. Both of them looked my way and nodded slightly before they opened the doors silently for me. Revealing the glittering spectacle of a ball that was spread out in front of me as I walked out on a dais from which two sets of stairs fanned out.

I could see the musicians getting ready, but they obviously hadn’t started playing yet, which meant I’d made it before the prince had made his choice of partner.

I swallowed thickly, letting one hand rest on the stair’s gently curving rail while the other reached to lift my skirts, just enough for me to slowly step down the stairs and the rest of the way into the brightly lit ballroom.

I exhaled softly, bracing myself to meet Prince Charming when I saw him, and somehow, instead of being surprised, I only smiled.

His eyes were wide as he took a few, almost hesitant steps towards me before he smiled in return from across the room.

Guests parted around him, their confusion evident as he walked towards me at my quick pace and heads turned, their eyes landing on me as he slowed and came to a gentle stop right in front of me, “I finally found you.” 

His voice was so soft, and I laughed slightly, shaking my head in slight disbelief until I found my voice, “Deuce… I didn’t even know you were here. Did you get sucked into this story at the same time I did?” 

He nodded, glancing down and making a slight face before he looked up at me once more, “Yeah…  I’ve been looking for you ever since so we could get out of here, but I’ve also been getting forced to act like a prince…..”

He trailed off, and I laughed slightly, tilting my head at him, “Well, you look like a perfect prince.”

He brightened at my words, though he also looked a little bashful before he nodded slightly, “And you look like a real princess, Y/n!”

He reached out, taking my hands in his, and I heard music start up almost immediately, causing my eyes to widen and glance over towards the musician right as one of the men from the top of the staircase spoke up, “His Highness has chosen his partner!”

I looked back towards Deuce, only to find him looking around just as startled as I was, “I don’t know how to dance though….”

I squeezed his hands lightly, pulling his gaze back to me with just that slight gesture, “Hey, we’ll do it together.”

I watched as he blinked at me slightly before nodding, a determined glint entering his gaze, “Right, together.”

And with that, we shifted, spiraling across the floor with unpracticed motions that somehow seemed oddly perfect. They fit the two of us. Two people who weren’t originally from this story but had still ended up swept up in the tale.

As the music trailed off, we came to a slow stop, with his arms wrapping around me as we both laughed slightly. Perhaps from the giddiness of having danced in front of an entire group of people, or maybe from the ridiculousness of us being in a fairytale such as this one.

And then, as I leaned against him, the lights seemed to brighten and turn the entire ballroom white.

I closed my eyes, pressing my face into Deuce’s shoulder as his grip on me tightened until, at last, I chanced opening my eyes only to find the glittering spectacle of the ballroom gone.

I sat back, startled, and my motions caused Deuce to jolt slightly, his own eyes opening as we looked up at the Heartslabyul students around where we knelt on the floor of the school’s library.

“Guys! How-”

“We just closed the book,” Ace was shaking his head at us, his arms crossed as he looked down at us, and I blinked as his stare shifted over to Deuce and he snorted.

“Next time, instead of diving in after the Prefect, use your head, and maybe they won’t be trapped in a book for so long.”

Deuce frowned, straightening from his seated position, “Hey! I had to do something!”

And just like that, the two of them started bickering. But I felt a light tap on my shoulder that had me turning as Cater smiled down at me, “So what was being a princess like?”

I blinked at his words before a smile slowly started to crawl across my face, half in amusement and half in genuine happiness that I’d gotten to experience such a magical little story.

I looked over at Deuce as I smiled, realizing I’d probably never get to see him dressed up like a prince or dance with him like that ever again. And those, at the very least, were two memories I’d treasure for the rest of my life.

And when I answered Cater, I was still smiling, half-wishing we could have made it to the end of the story. It had felt like we’d only just gotten to the good part after all. 

“Like a fairytale.”

[solarwynd]

Solar, we need a plan to abolish Twitter as a whole. It’s truly madness. Why did I just click on Always with rose tag or something and see an SA edit and cocaine???? And then checked Suga challenge by Blinks and Tokkis where they are doing DUIs pretending like ARMY? Like ARMY are unhinged, Blinks are unhinged, NewJeans fans have somehow inserted themselves in this? JJKs have been whining since the beginning of Who and now with who radio ad claiming Jimin’s US streaming chart acclaims have fully lost their marbles. Jin solos are complaining because some Gucci event was cancelled and also Run Jin isn’t getting the same promo as Are You Sure (one is a YouTube show, one is on Disney, but who has common sense). TH fans are upset because Jin got Gucci. KARMY is legit split in half. Panchoa has never published these many articles in less than 24 hours. Shippers fighting in every corner. This platform is hands down not doing anyone any good. We need to destroy this.

Yea I saw…

Can’t stand how hypocritical armys are because they love acting like they have morals when it comes to what they think pjms are doing to JK but when it comes to BlackPink they do the exact same thing they’re accusing us of doing en masse. And then you have them silent yet again when JJKS are actively leading another hate campaign and spreading lies about Jimin and his numbers. Just aggy ash.

But Tokkis have been on some shit for a while now. Like ever since the army and payola tap dried up, feels like they’ve given up on actually moving for those girls or becoming more efficient for them (especially with a supposed comeback in December) and instead have decided to become trolls the same way blinks are.

On Jin’s show…I mean maybe it’s because I’m in my own Jimin only corner but even from the times I do creep on army twitter…who’s really watching it? Jin can be funny, but he’s not gonna hold my attention. It was never gonna get the kind of hype behind it like a show ft. JK and Jimin on it even if it was promoted.

Karmys are a mess though I have seen that but lbr. If half or even all of karmys decided to drop BTS their absence would not be felt cause they have not supported BTS in earnest in years. I think BTS’ time as a digimon over there is over. I still believe the comeback might do good but I can’t see them pulling Dynamite numbers again.

Honestly idk what’s gonna happen come 2025. Cause HYBE’s in the gutter with everything that’s been going on. But I can’t really bring myself to care about the fate of anything in the end either.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Younger!Reader || Drabble

Plot: That 🔼🔼🔼

Warnings: Age difference + smoking + smuttiness. Unedited.

Tagging: @astridflo , @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool .

You loved him. Or you were obsessed with him. Or both. You knew that, for sure. You just never knew... if he felt the same. He kept his feelings very close to the vest; worried you were so young and he was a fucking creep.

Maybe he was, he was already a thug anyway, but you sure didn't care. In fact the sooner that the old bastard came to terms with being a creep, the better for you.

So no, despite your feelings (Your very obvious feelings, that you don't even attempt to hide from anyone, least of all him), you were not a couple. Still though, you often found yourself hanging all over him late at night, after the other weasels have all gone to bed. Your legs spread across his thighs, or leaning against him, or fully sat in lap. For some reason... he never complains. There was a silent understanding, even if one of you was tired, you would stay up and watch TV together; and pretend it was by coincidence.

Tonight you're particularly tired, feeling foggy and affectionate. It had been a long day and all you could think about now was Wheezy; you wanted to cuddle up to him and stay there for as long as possible; you didn't even care about the smell. After you absentmindedly watch Greasy, the last one to go off to bed, your gaze shifts over to Wheezy looking handsome as hell- as always- smoking a couple cig's tucked between his teeth so the grey smoke puffs slowly, softly upwards towards the ceiling in warm billows. His eyes seem to glow dangerously behind it, watching TV even though he knows you're watching. You always liked that.

"... hey Wheezy?" You ask, shifting across the couch and gently laying your legs over his lap, and wrapping your arms around one of his. This causes him to sigh through grit teeth, because god forbid he let the cigarettes go for a second, and relax under your touch almost immediately. Like he cant help it. You like that, too. You never miss it; you always make sure to watch, when you touch him.

"Yeh?"

"How come you smoke?"

At this he glances down at you, scary luminescent crystalline hues gliding down your body and- oh. Thats unexpected. He- did he really just- Yes, he actually did.

Your cheeks warm up as he shrugs, turning back to the TV. "What can I say? Keeps my mouth and my hands busy. 'therwise I start sayin' things I shouldn't. Doin'... uh, things, I shouldn't."

"Well- do you think you'll ever stop smoking?"

"Babygirl, I'll stop this fucken second, if you gimmie a better use for my hands and mouth." As soon as he says that your eyes light up and you part your lips to respond- but he beats you to it. Realises what he said. "Oh, fuck. Listen, I didn't mean it that way. Yer too young, y' know that. I could be yer grandpa. Thats that."

Immediately your face falls, even though he sounds more like he's telling himself. Even though he likes you hanging off him. Even though he stays up to be with you. Against all the evidence, because its always this way. He never wants to take the last little step; he's a coward.

You're not even that young, you think, frustrated. Just because he's an old man... A pout appears on your face and when he glances at you, and sees it on your cute lips, it breaks something in him.

You only know it when he turns suddenly towards you and flicks his burning cigarettes into the ash tray on the coffee table. " -'then again, I could be a fucken idiot."

"Wh- "

His lips slam into yours and you release a whimper on impact, parting your lips immediately for him and accepting his experienced tongue into your mouth for the first time. His hands fall down your body, guiding you to lay down and wrap your legs around him- one at a time. Dragging your right leg over his hip and then the left. When you're all wrapped around him you can feel how hard he is for you. Fuck. He must've been like that the whole time.

His lips glide down over your chin and over your throat, leaving hot firm kisses all along the way, and talking gruffly against your skin between every touch; his fingers in your hair holding you still. "Look. what you fucken. did now. Kid. Made me a scumbag. Like Grease. Well," His lips graze gently back upwards, over your lips. When he doesn't immediately kiss you again you have to force your eyes to crack open. See him looking sternly at you; almost scary but it only makes you feel hotter, more light headed. "Now I'm all yours. Your-fucken-problem. Congrats." He says it like its a penalty. A punishment, somehow, instead of what you wanted. "'lright?"

He was asking you one last time. Giving you one last Out.

Goddamnit, this man!-

Instead of answering that stupid question, you lean up and kiss him deeply. "Take me now... "

"Jesus."

[saveraedae]

What is The Mark Side?

★ THE MARK SIDE follows the life of MARK REED— an unconventional and flawed protagonist navigating a drama-filled life while pushing everyone to their limits in the meantime!

Filled with angst, complex relationship dynamics, LGBT characters, and comedy! A story with a deeper meaning than you'd think!

Throughout the show, I aim to tackle a lot of serious issues like mental health and abuse with morally grey characters.

Here's a new and improved TMS introduction thread!

Featuring some new information for TMS's returning audience! ★ Happy Indie Animation Day! Make sure to follow me for updates on the show and fun community stuff! Go to @ask-tms for fun ask blog shenanigans and check out themarkside.com for more!

Help boost by reblogging to support the show. :)

See below the cut for more!

Show premise:

The Mark Side centers around titular character Mark's strained relationship with his childhood best friend Benjamin, who due to years of communication issues now absolutely despises him. Mark however, seems blind to the obvious deterioration their relationship has had, as he harbors major unrequited romantic feelings towards him.

Mirroring the two are Jonathon and Kenny, the other half of the friend group who through their years of knowing each other have communicated and helped each other through hardships, presenting as a strong, healthy couple today because of it.

After a summer of not being on speaking terms, Mark manages to wiggle his way back into the friend group again only to find a new guy has 'replaced him'— Ash, Benjamin's new boyfriend.

It takes place in the fictional town of Ohwell, Texas in the late 2010's!

Season 1 will showcase the arc of Mark struggling to maintain his place in the friend group despite his jealousy whilst also dealing with a plethora of emotional and complex family issues.

The main takeaway theme is that most scenarios are less black and white than one may assume at first glance, showcased by the characters being the antagonists of themselves instead of portraying one character as the villain.

All while maintaining a good balance of humor through an expressive and cartoony style! Humor and style draws lots of inspiration from 2000's Cartoon Network and Disney XD shows!

★★★★

The characters:

Mark Reed —

Master of chaos and making people hate him! He is voiced by Collin Weiler!

Benjamin Washington —

Mark’s aggressive former bestie who’s not afraid to speak his mind! He is voiced by Andre Grandpierre!

Jonathon Washington —

He thinks everyone deserves a second chance… Even Mark! He is voiced by Kruyo!

Kenny Peterson —

He navigates life with a smile even amidst his friends' chaos! He is voiced by XephThePanda!

And much to Mark's dismay...

ASH POWYRS —

Benjamin's boyfriend! ...May or may not be Mark's replacement! He is voiced by Jaden!

Wanna read about Mark's family?

They'll get character sheets soon, don't worry! I'll update this post when they get them!

But for now, you can read about them on the website! Darcy is voiced by Katherine Black, Boss is voiced by Josh Portillo, and Leon is voiced by DarkMage!

And that does it for season 1 info!

If you want EVEN MORE info, and to learn the extensive history and development of the series, give the wiki a look!

Beware of both spoilers and outdated content!

★★★★

YOU MADE IT TO THE END!

Thank you sooo much for reading to the end! You're a real one!! Again, follow me, the series' showrunner and creator for updates and information regarding the series, and follow @ask-tms to get involved YOURSELF by submitting to the character ask blog!

The merch store and support tiers will launch sometime soon! For now, the best way you can support the series is by GETTING THE WORD OUT! SPREAD THE WORD! HYPE IT UP!

WE HAVE SO MUCH PLANNED FOR THE MARK SIDE AND CANNOT WAIT TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT'S IN STORE!

[ciaossu-imagines]

SERVAMP MASTERLIST

Berukia

Freya (The Mother)

NSFW headcanons

Favourite Disney parks treats

Gear

Gilberto Weasel

Higan

Hugh the Dark Algernon III (Old Child)

Ildio (World's End)

NSFW headcanons

Favourite Disney parks treats

Jeje (Doubt Doubt)

The character points a gun at the reader as they're facing away. What's the last thing they say before they pull the trigger?

Favourite Disney parks treats

Johannes Mimir Faustus

Kuro (Sleepy Ash)

Being jealous his Eve is in a relationship

Relationship & jealousy headcanons

Favourite Disney parks treats

Hyde (Lawless)

NSFW headcanons

Favourite Disney parks treats

Mikuni Alicein

NSFW headcanons

Pros and cons to having sex with him

Misono Alicein

Snow Lily (All of Love)

Shamrock

Taishi Toma

[posttexasstressdisorder]

"Code Grandma"...humor in the face of abject fucking stupid.

[acquired-stardust]

Game Spotlight #10: MediEvil (1998)

Spooky season is upon us, which means two themed spotlights! Join Ash as she takes a look back at a game from her childhood in this Halloween edition of Acquired Stardust’s gaming spotlights!

Often discussed here is the legendary year of 1998, a year in which it seemed like pop culture at large was firing on all cylinders, and a big one in my childhood personally. It was the year of the one and only Disney movie I’d seen as a kid, Mulan, which helped me feel a little bit closer to my Chinese immigrant great grandfather, a figure that loomed large in my family. The world of video games saw heavy hitters with enduring legacies such as Spyro the Dragon and Burning Rangers. Sandwiched between a lot of all-time classics is SCE Cambridge’s MediEvil, a game that despite being noteworthy at the time has fallen off in terms of relevancy steeply.

Combining a Tim Burton-esque aesthetic and gameplay inspired by Capcom’s Ghosts n Goblins and Nintendo’s Legend of Zelda, and much like Megaman Legends was released before Ocarina of Time. MediEvil stars the reanimated skeleton of Sir Daniel Fortesque, revered ‘hero of Gallowmere’, revived in an unwitting coincidence by century-past nemesis Zarok who’s magic creates an army of the dead, gives life to stone statues and corrupts the living into doing the evil sorcerer’s bidding. An interesting turn of events in the opening of the game reveals that the moniker ‘hero of Gallowmere’, ostensibly earned by Sir Dan in the past fight against Zarok a hundred years before the start of the game, is actually completely misattributed to him, having actually been struck down in the opening moments of the climactic battle. This detail serves as the motivating force for Sir Dan’s quest, seeking to redeem himself and banish Zarok once and for all. It also touches on a very interesting concept as a hobbyist historian, the cliche that “history is written by the victor” is a very real thing and something that multiple fields of history grapple with - many things in the past (especially the very distant past) are tragically unknowable and our understanding of accepted history can be shaken by discoveries that have literally laid beneath our feet all along. It’s a small hook but one that’s always been fun for me and compelling enough.

MediEvil’s action-platformer gameplay is fairly standard for the time, featuring a number of strongly themed levels spread out across a world map which allows the player to tackle batches of levels in any order they choose. True to its Zelda inspirations the player will collect a variety of weapons and items that allow for new methods of attack along with new exploration opportunities, often allowing backtracking into previous levels to access new routes that are further populated with gold, health recovery or yet more items. Hidden in each level is also a ghostly chalice, normally inaccessible even if found, that is made obtainable through the defeat of enemies in the current level and will grant access to the Hall of Heroes, a Valhalla-esque realm in which Sir Dan’s former allies in the battle of Gallowmere now reside with their spirits bound to statues bearing their likeness. Each chalice collection offers a conversation with one of Dan’s many past allies and a gift, in many cases upgrades to overall health capacity or gold but many encounters also see the ally bestow their legendary armament to Dan to aid in his fight against the returned evil sorcerer. Chalice collection isn’t particularly difficult or involved, but adds a wonderful sense of progression to the game along with its great rewards.

While it may not be especially difficult to physically collect the chalices, fulfilling the qualification for it can prove slightly frustrating. Combat is very simplistic and slightly clunky, the player often not able to avoid taking damage depending on the weapon chosen as Dan and an enemy frantically bump into each other causing damage to the player. The camera can also be an issue and was even back in 1998. Most of these issues are remedied by familiarizing yourself with the way health and revival works, and realizing it’s actually very simple to spend a few minutes farming the first level to replenish your health stock before tackling a new level with more limited resources. Level design is also largely good, though these issues do come to a head in a later stage (the dreaded ghost ship). Despite some blemishes and minor frustration MediEvil is a game that rewards familiarity well and can take experienced gamers (and ones who adjust to its particular feel) very little time to beat. For the purposes of giving this game a spotlight my run of MediEvil only took four and a half hours, and the Playstation 4 remaster, released in 2019, took under four hours.

On the subject of the PS4 remaster, it’s a largely improved version of the game and in many cases a straight upgrade. Controls have been smoothed slightly, the graphics have kept their Burton-esque charm without straying too far visually or tonally like the 2005 Playstation Portable remake which looks and comes across a lot closer to Spyro the Dragon than MediEvil proper, which can be genuinely eerie at times especially as a child and especially in 1998. Replacing the text-only tomes that give lore and gameplay advice is new narration by veteran voice actress Lani Manella which also adds to the experience quite well without changing it into a more comedic or childish one which unfortunately crops up in detrimental ways in both the 2005 PSP remake and MediEvil’s 2000 sequel, MediEvil 2, also on the Playstation console.

Speaking of being a child in 1998, MediEvil has a special place in my heart for being one of the few times I can remember my whole immediate family bonding over an experience. In an especially difficult early childhood, this game is one of the only things I can remember bringing together my entire immediate family to bond and gush over. To this day my mother vividly remembers attempting to dodge the boulders of early level Cemetary Hill, as well as the eerie possessed villagers of the Sleeping Village. Although the 2019 remaster is a straight upgrade in many areas there is still an unmatched charm that the original brings largely through its visuals. There’s just something so charming about Dan’s low polygon count depiction along with many other enemies and locales. The remaster is still very strong visually and may fit more modern sensibilities (especially those who have a hard time visually with the distinct polygons featured in many Playstation titles). Both versions are worth playing, and the relatively low playtime for those who adjust to its gameplay means you can indeed tackle both the original and 2019 remaster in pretty short order if you so desired.

A gem hidden among the stones, MediEvil is undoubtedly stardust.

- Ash

[eioncock]

humble end

Act 1: The Thanksgiving Curse

On Thanksgiving Day, in the heart of the land, The heroes of Earth gathered, the world at hand. But something was wrong—something was off, A curse on the men that would make them scoff.

Spidey and Iron Man, both tied in a bind, Captured by Thanos, with a wicked mind. He stole all the stones, with a snap of his hand, And cursed all the men across the land.

"The clothes you wear, they shall turn to dust, And with it, your dignity fades to rust." The men, once clothed, now stood in despair, As their shirts and their pants vanished in air.

Act 2: The Hypochondriac Heroes

Ben 10, feeling a tickle in his throat, Started to worry; he'd soon need a coat. But White Diamond, with a gleam in her eye, Used mind control to make him comply.

She stripped him bare, and he didn’t resist, “Is this normal?” Ben asked, clenching his fist. Meanwhile, Gabe from Good Luck Charlie was next, Swept up in a trance, all perplexed.

“Should I be cold? Or am I alright?” Gabe muttered in panic, his stomach a fright. So naked they stood, in a goofy array, As the curse began spreading through the day.

Act 3: The Princess Parade

The Disney princesses, with poise and grace, Entered the scene with a determined face. Snow White and Cinderella, so regal and neat, Looked at the chaos and took to the street.

"Enough of this nonsense, we’ll set things right!" Rapunzel declared, holding her braid tight. But their plan was thwarted by Thanos' might, And they too were stripped, to their great fright.

“Why does this happen, and what should we do?” Ariel asked, as she gasped at her view. "We're out of luck, trapped in this fight!" And so, the battle raged on through the night.

Act 4: The Twilight Twist

Then, from the shadows, came vampires so grim, Edward and Bella, their faces so dim. They teamed with Thanos, to everyone's surprise, To take down the heroes, and claim the prize.

“Let the men be naked, for eternity's span, And let the women vanish, with a snap of my hand.” The curse spread like wildfire, it was all too real, As men turned to dust, unable to feel.

Act 5: The MLP Intervention

But the ponies arrived, with magic so bright, Twilight Sparkle, leading the fight. “Thanos, you’re wrong! This isn’t the way! We’ll stop you and save the world today!”

Pinkie Pie bounced, full of glee, “Let’s turn this all around, just wait and see!” But Thanos was strong, with his evil plan, The ponies struggled, they couldn’t withstand.

Act 6: The Minions and Buffy’s Blast

Buffy the Slayer and the Minions appeared, With a snap of their fingers, they made it all clear. “Let’s end this curse, let’s dust all the men, And maybe, just maybe, they’ll never dress again!”

They snapped their fingers, the men turned to ash, Leaving nothing but dust in a flash. The women disappeared, like vapor in air, And suddenly, the world felt so bare.

Act 7: The Heroes' Last Stand

In the final act, the heroes came fast, The Avengers, the X-Men, together at last. With fists raised high, they gave it their all, To fight against Thanos and break the fall.

But Thanos laughed, with his stones in hand, No one could beat him, he’d taken command. "Your fight is over, it’s done and through, You’ll never wear clothes, no matter what you do!"

Act 8: Syd & Olivia’s Tale

Syd and Olivia, with stories so grand, Told tales of the heroes who made their last stand. "Remember the day when all was lost, And the world was stripped of its clothing, at cost."

They spoke of the chaos, of the curse so deep, Of how the men wandered, not a stitch to keep. But despite it all, they made it through, To gather for Thanksgiving dinner, too.

Act 9: The Thanksgiving Feast

And though all the men stood bare as could be, They gathered ‘round the table, just as you'd see. Turkey and stuffing, the feast was divine, Though some couldn’t sit, feeling quite fine.

"We’ve won!" cried Spidey, though his clothes were gone, "We've beaten the curse, let’s move on!" But Thanos’ laughter echoed through the hall, "Enjoy your feast; you've lost it all."

Act 10: The Final Word

But as they ate, with plenty to share, Buffy and the Minions took to the air. "We’ve learned a lesson, it’s clear to see, Clothing’s not everything, just let it be."

The heroes smiled, the feast was complete, And the cursed world turned, back to its feet. So they ate and they laughed, in peace and delight, Though the men never wore clothes again—what a sight!

[zapsoda]

"disney is a religion because people want their ashes spread there" the appalachian mountains are a religion because my grandmother wanted her ashes spread there

[emmy-hunterson-schofield]

Her Golden WonderBoy

My story on Wattpad, AO3 and Fanfiction.net. Inspired by Disney’s Hercules

*My dear lover glows with health... There's no one quite like him!

She, just a mere human from Earth, or "Terra", as her fellow alien friends referred to her home planet, had never foreseen herself falling in love with Adam Warlock, a creature with the body of a strong powerful superman of towering stature with the mind of a youthful boy, every inch of him golden from head to toe.

As she had watched him adjust to his standing as a Guardian of the Galaxy under Rocket Raccoon's leadership, he had begun to steal a small piece of her heart each day with their every interaction. 

Ever since the notorious Snap where she had vanished into ash, missing five years of her life and miraculously been revived, she had been abandoned by a man who had promised to love her... who had moved on quickly with a younger and prettier woman in her involuntary absence of existence. 

She had cried for months and months and vowed never to have her heart broken again by anyone.

Until she had gotten to know Adam...

My golden one, pure and untarnished...

Like a nervous teenage boy, he had been awkward and uncertain of interacting with a human woman, especially one he found attractive. 

No... he thought she was beautiful.

From when he had first laid eyes on her on Knowhere, watching her feed the rapidly growing baby raccoons and other animals rescued from the High Evolutionary's possession, he had been undeniably smitten and everyone knew as much of his growing affection.

"Are you always this talkative?" One of the first things she had asked him, and there it all started.

At first, she had denied him any reciprocation, trying to ignore the accelerating beat of her heart and the spread of fire throughout her veins every time she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the truth of his words, the sincerity in his innocent demeanor...

His eyes are like doves, soft and bright...brimming with meaning.

Adam was honest and sweet. She had known from their first conversation that he would never do anything to hurt her. Because he was literally not like any other man she had met before. She could tell him absolutely anything on her mind and he would be her ever patient confidante, despite not always understanding whenever she would use a certain figure of speech or speak of something he didn't know of, like a student still gaining his education.

And she in turn would teach him what she knew about her own world. The books she had read in school, social customs of humans in platonic and romantic relationships...

He wanted to know all the facts he could absorb about the universe, always asking her all the questions he could think of, no matter how obvious or unusual they sounded. He was a quick learner and she found herself wanting him to tell her everything else he knew since his premature birth.

She could have listened to him speak for hours. She wanted to talk and laugh with the golden Sovereign man who looked at her like nobody else had looked at her before. Like she didn't have to live up to anybody else's standards except her own...

His voice, his words, warm and reassuring...

Their first ever "date" had been when he walked with her back to her small apartment, more of a modest slum, their resident planet being the disembodied head of a giant Celestial god didn't guarantee the sturdiest real estate. 

And she continued to feel safe around Adam, being escorted home at night after a long day, knowing he had to return home himself and tend to Blurp. 

When she went to let herself into her home, front door open and she stepped over the threshold of the entryway, his large frame loomed over her... she held the palm of her hand to his chest, feeling the brush of his lips against her cheek in a chaste touch of displaying his fondness.

She felt his heartbeat quickening in his chest, her fingertips taking in the strength of his evident muscles beneath his jacket, his presence protective and encircling around her.

His torso is the work of a sculptor, hard and smooth as ivory.

Her hand had traveled up to his cheek as the branding of his lips upon her skin burned and tantalized and awakened something she had thought long dead within her soul.

She could feel him shivering with anxiety and he opened his mouth to apologize for acting so rash and inconsiderately, having learned about needing the consent to kiss the woman he had longed for. Her fingers brushed away a piece of hanging blond hair from his forehead, and a smile graced her lips as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him herself.

And she heard no sensible voice in the back of her mind saying this was wrong. No alarm bells ringing in her conscience. Her walls were being let down, the shelter of his arms around her waist replacing them as the protective structure of her world.

His much taller form even allowed him to carefully lift her with little effort off her feet, her arms around his neck as their kiss deepened, her fingers playing with the finer hairs of his nape.

His words are kisses and his kisses words...

"Alright, break it up, you two. Your golden boy has a big day of saving people tomorrow, missy!" The gruff voice of Rocket Raccoon spoke up from the side of the hallway as he approached the Warlock and the ordinary human maiden. "Don't worry, he'll be back afterward. C'mon, kid. Let's get some rest."

The bandit furred mammal beckoned Adam to follow him as she dared to sneak one more kiss upon his lips. Before they finally separated for the evening, he exhaled a heavy sigh of overwhelming emotion, his hands briefly taking ahold of hers to place a goodnight kiss on her fingertips.

He whispered a bid of farewell to her and wished upon her the sweetest dreams, a wistful glaze in his yellow eyes and she couldn't help but smile at the vision of him so elated. He forced himself to turn away from her so he could follow Rocket, who half growled with a huff of impatience, but chuckled at seeing the lovestruck look on Adam's usually stoic and inquisitive features. 

She closed the front door to her apartment behind her after Adam and Rocket were out of her sight, leaning against the wooden frame as her heart beat a million miles per minute and a wave of ecstatic dizziness almost made her collapse.

She would damn herself if she admitted it. And she wouldn't at least out loud. 

Everything about Adam Warlock delighted and thrilled her, through every bone and vein and goose-bump of her flesh. The taste of him lingered on her lips, adoring and unsure and gentle; she could tell he hadn't kissed anyone before.

He was her golden champion borne of the cosmos, with hair and skin of sunshine and eyes of starlight, shimmering with all the beauty of the universe.

"Watch out, loverboy. Keep your goo-goo eyes focused ahead tomorrow and keep your head straight. Last thing you need is a pretty broad distracting you." Rocket advised, a hint of dread welling in the pit of his stomach.

Although deep down, he was happy Adam had found somebody, not wanting him to be isolated from love, but he felt like this wasn't going to end well.

He had seen the human Peter Quill's reaction to losing Gamora. His best friend who had not only watched his own mother die as a child, but had lost his own alien lover.

And like Quill, Adam had been powerless to save his own mother from an awful death.

Rocket couldn't bear to think of naïve, orphaned Adam in the same position and he hoped the golden boy in a man's body wasn't headed down the same path of tragedy...

Not like he himself had endured with losing Teefs and Floor... and his beloved Lylla.

.

.

"Adam, look out!" Her voice crying his name pierced the air and her petite body somehow pushed him off to the side and he tumbled to the ground.

"Nooooo!" He shouts her name, his eyes denying the horrifying sight before him.

Her lifeless body laid on the ground, blood seeping from her abdomen spreading into a darkening crimson stain on her shirt.

He hadn't even noticed the weapon aimed at him from one of the High Evolutionary's loyalist soldiers, and she had pushed him out of the laser's path to take the blow herself.

Drax and Nebula had the culprit taken away for punishment, but Adam could've cared less in the moment. Taking her into his arms ever so delicately, he cradled her as carefully as possible to his chest and carried her to the medical bay.

He noticed her normally fair skin had paled into a ghostly white, her eyelids closed and her head slumped limply over his arm despite his effort to keep her secured against his shoulder.

The distressed alien-man gingerly laid her on the surgery platform and he vaguely heard Rocket's following him and the raccoon rummaging through the cabinets before grabbing a Med-Pack. 

As the Guardians' captain fixes the tool over her wound, Adam knelt at her side, his hand sliding underneath her head to hold her up slightly as she weakly fluttered her eyes open, groaning with pain and wincing with gritted teeth.

"Why...why did you—you didn't have to..." He could hardly form the question he wanted to ask her as she managed to meet his eyes and he could tell she struggled to keep her own eyelids open. 

His free hand held hers and she squeezed his palm with all her withering strength. She inhaled a shaking breath to answer him. "People always do crazy things...when they're in love, Adam."

He found himself speechless at her confession to him, knowing how many barriers she had placed between herself and other people who had tried to get close. 

Rocket fixed an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, and mist fogged the clear plastic as she spoke weakly. She had found the opportunity to repeat the quote she had said to him in one of their first encounters. "Are you... always this talkative, Warlock?"

He heard the quivering in her voice as he chuckled down at her moment of humor with tears forming in his eyes at seeing her lovely face grimace with an even more pained wince. She closed her eyes again, pressing her pink lips in a thin line.

Both of his hands gently placed her back onto the pillows, making sure her head and neck were comfortably supported, not that it would do anything to heal her. He opened his mouth, his numbing tongue unable to form words in seeing her in such mortally injured condition.

Adam wanted to tell her that he loved her from the second he first beheld her. To tell her everything would be alright and that he would take a million laser blasts in succession if it meant she would never experience pain for the rest of her days.

But no words came out. He bent down towards her face and kissed her forehead beaded with sweat, careful not to press any of his weight on her. 

"I'll watch over her, kid. You oughta go deal with that bastard responsible." Rocket's voice was softer than usual, expressing his paternal side as a leader and caretaker of Adam. 

The muscled golden superman wanted to tell off Rocket and blast everything in the room, but he knew he was above such juvenile behavior. 

For those he cared for most, for her... he would be better. He silently nodded in reluctant acceptance of Rocket's order, finding the voice to whisper words of comfort to her, that he would return soon and guard her while she recovered. 

"You'll be alright, my darling. I promise." He kissed her brow once more as her eyes stayed shut and he didn't miss the hitch in her breathing as her lungs begin to resist the oxygen in her body.

She didn't open her eyes again after Adam left the med bay and Rocket remained beside her, his small paws holding her pale hand in their grip with all the tenderness he could muster, mindful not to allow his claws to scratch her skin.

The raccoon wasn't sure how much time had passed in waiting for a change with her wound. Minutes... hours... days... 

She winced with every effort of breath in her failing lungs and Rocket knew her time was running out.

Her temperature cooled down dangerously from her natural human warmth... and Rocket made the call on his communication device to Adam with urgency.

She was dying... the med-pack couldn't save her. 

Adam flew with everything he possessed in his body to make it back to her. Even faster than he had flown on Counter-Earth to save his mother, when he had been too late...

He couldn't repeat that mistake again. 

A primal scream of rage and desperation erupted from his throat as he came into sight of the med bay, slowing himself down so he wouldn't damage the building as he panted her name. 

She had to be alive still... Rocket wouldn't tell him something as horrible as being unable to save the woman he loved.

Every step he took felt heavy as a hundred-pound weight as he walked into the bay entrance and went around the corner into the surgery chamber. He set his vigilant eyes first on Rocket, who blocked his sight of the human girl who had stolen his heart, the raccoon's ebony eyes shining with unshed tears as the Terran-born animal shook his head at him in silent despair.

He saw Rocket holding her hand, limp and useless at her wrist as he laid it gently onto her chest.

Rocket jumped down from the platform, allowing Adam to take in the devastating and morbid sight before him. 

In all the carnage and destruction Adam had seen in his admittedly short lifespan, none of those instances held a candle to what he was seeing now. There was no longer any color, music or beauty in his world anymore... 

There she lie still on the platform, her once flushed and lovely skin a pallor of ashen grey, her voluminous hair dulled and tangled around her head. Her features set into a resting expression of the torturous agony she had endured as her heart ceased beating and her blood congealed.

Adam took her into his trembling arms, barely able to enunciate her name as approaching sobs overwhelmed his dignified voice. Her head and neck sagged backward like a lifeless doll, her body frigid with the cold of death and inevitable rigor mortis. One of his hands held her head to his chest, her icy cheek pressed above his heartbeat.

The tears flowed from his eyes... and anguishing hurt spread like a plague through his chest, more so than any wound he had experienced from his enemies. His own heart could have been torn from his ribcage and it wouldn't compare to the pain he felt while holding her deceased body in his arms.

That laser blast couldn't have done any worse to him. 

"No...No..." Adam, the great and indestructible protector of the Sovereign moaned that one word over and over again. He looked to Rocket through blurred vision, still cradling his Terran beloved close to his torso. "Captain, please wake me up. Tell me this is nothing but a nightmare of my worst fears."

Rocket himself wiped his own eyes of his tears, not caring about anything in the moment except that his friend and someone he considered a son to him was in indescribable mourning. He leapt onto the platform and stood by her feet, careful not to touch her should Adam be set off in his emotional state. "Kid, I'm so sorry. This ain't a bad dream. Death is as real as anything. There are some things that can never change."

Adam's fingers stroked her long hair, her once silken tresses stiff like yellow straw. Remembering the fairytales she had told him about reading as a child, he dared to brush his lips against her frozen mouth, his heart shattering at her unresponsive and still. This was no fairytale and he was certainly no heroic prince able to save his true love with a kiss.

She had shared with him her culture as a human from Earth, and expanded his mind with the kinds of books she loved and the music she listened to. And her wonderful dancing whenever songs from Quill's Zune would play on the loudspeakers... She was so magnificent and precious to him.

He laid her tenderly back upon the pillow, her head turning onto one side with her cheek against the pillowcase, making sure her hands laid comfortably on her lap. Adam sank onto his knees upon the floor and buried his face in his arms in the manner of a despairing little boy, consumed with grief and guilt, allowing his sobs to release and he muttered to himself, the words muffled. "This wasn't supposed to happen." 

She had sacrificed herself out of love for him and he didn't have the courage to speak of his love aloud to her. And now she was gone. 

Then, the stone in the center of his forehead began to glow as his inconsolable despondency transformed into a foreign rage, his head raising up from his arms and his sadness ebbed into a spurning fury as Rocket's words rang in his mind and he turned to look at his adopted animal father figure. "You helped bring trillions of beings back to life from Thanos' snap. If you can salvage that amount of souls, I can bring back just one to reclaim her from damnation."

A scorching fire burned Adam's retinas as he stood from his kneeling at her bedside and he turned to face at Rocket, who almost leapt out his fur at the sight of his protégé and adopted son. Adam Warlock's eyes glowed a haunting white, the pupils and irises no longer visible. Rocket dared to attempt in talking him down, knowing he risked being at the end of the enraged Sovereign's wrath.

"Kid, there's a difference between snapping vanished people back into existence and bringing someone back from the dead. What I did back on Earth was a crazy cosmic miracle... what you wanna do is impossible. It's suicide and there's no coming back once you go there." Rocket warned him, terrified of losing somebody else he loved and cared about like family.

Adam marched toward the door, pausing just before the entryway. He turns toward Rocket, who perched vigilantly at his human love's side. Without asking, he had faith that his honorary paternal figure would ensure nothing happened to her body in his absence. "Then so be it. As long as she lives again."

With a supersonic blast of light and a crashing boom in the blink of an eye, Adam soared out of the room, the turbulence of his flight roaring like the engine of a fighter jet.

He would recover his beloved, no matter the cost to his own wellbeing.

.

.

The stone in his head guided him to the Realm of Death, known in human mythology as the Underworld. He had heard folklore about it from the residents of other planets while on missions.

While the place overall failed to frighten him, he couldn't deny that it was almost too easy to find exactly what he was looking for. No gloating overlord to taunt him about his reason for being there, no guards to battle that stood in his way.

Everywhere was dark and silent except for a wailing noise of foreboding leading him to a creeping green glow and as he stood on the precipice of a huge cliff, Adam found himself looking down into the River of Souls.

Only it was more of a slowly swirling whirlpool of dozens of hundreds of millions of helpless souls, doomed for an eternity of misery and solitude. From above, Adam scanned over the numerous souls floating in the green circle, looking for any sign of her.

Just the thought of her essence floating in this macabre and repulsive place made him sick to his stomach. But he had to focus on rescuing her.

This was only one chance he had, something nobody had ever tried before, only in myths and legends.

And there was the possibility of him dying in the process. But he had to try, no matter how frightening or painful it would be.

To bring her back to life, he would drown repeatedly in this whirlpool of death, over and over...

He stood at the edge, inhaling a deep breath as he braced himself to make the jump into the river. He spread his arms and leapt off the precipice, diving headfirst with the agility of a professional swimmer into the swirling pool.

The stone in his head glowed, helping finally spot her amongst the other souls. She was floating away from his reach, pulled into the current whirling away as he urged himself to swim faster. 

She floated in a horizontal position on her back, her translucent hair flowing around her head like a luminescent halo, her eyes sealed closed and her lips formed in an unconscious frown. Her hands floated up towards him as he swam closer, almost taunting him to keep trying to save her.

Adam had no trouble holding his breath for prolonged periods of time, but as he kept swimming with all the power of his legs and arms, he noticed the wrinkles begin to form along his golden skin, the bones growing weary with the adrenaline slowly seeping from his veins.

Dare he believe his heart began beating slower?

No! He couldn't fail yet! He had to free her, get her out of this dreaded dominion of death.

She was getting closer now... and his golden skin became more wrinkled and faded into the bronze of an aged coin, his bones creaking at the joints. 

He opened his mouth in a soundless wail of her name as he made one more reach for her, his weakened skeletal arms making one final effort with his last ounce of strength. 

As his vision threatened to blacken with dots, his fingers grabbed onto her wrist. 

He yanked her close, his arm tightened around her as he emerged from the pool and climbed back up the cliff, the beat of his heart steadying into a regular healthy rhythm, the density of his bones and muscles thickening to accommodate his frame and his smoothened skin once again alight with godlike golden radiance, his youth restored to him.

And with his angel's beautiful soul safely cradled in his arms, Adam ascended from the literal depths of Hell to bring her home where she belonged. 

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Back on Knowhere, everyone stopped in their tracks to look up at the sky, into the upper atmosphere.

A loud echoing boom rumbled like an earthquake as the golden glowing object made its way closer to the ground at a fast fall like a plummeting meteor. 

Before anyone could start panicking, they saw the object slow its approach to the ground, slower and slower until they recognized who it was.

Adam Warlock carefully floated down, allowing himself to land without losing his grip on what he bore in his hold. A somber silence wove throughout everybody, even Groot and Drax, as they all watched the glowing golden man carrying the transparent spirit of a human woman, pronounced dead just hours ago.

Not a word was uttered as they made a path for Adam to walk undisturbed to the medical bay, his eyes free of the sinister white light of rage, all the hardened residents of the Guardians headquarters moved to tears at the way he carried her, his arms cradling her legs and her back with utmost care, and her head upon his shoulder to display to everyone without words what this fragilely mortal creature from Earth meant to him.

He barely spared them a glance, only looking either straight ahead or to the side down at her stoically resting face as unconscious slumber possessed even her soul. 

Rocket looked up at the sound of footsteps, still not having left her side as he took in the astonishing sight before him. He had cleaned her up as best as he could, wiping away the blood that had leaked out of her... to prepare her for a burial.

There stood his adoptive son, a divine glow from him as he entered the room with the soul of his love in his arms. Neither raccoon nor alien said a word to each other as Rocket stepped down from the platform, watching as Adam ever so gently walked toward where her body laid still, her wound sewn up and her body dressed in clean clothes courtesy of Nebula.

He kneeled down toward her, lowering his arms to allow her soul to reunite with her body. The blue spirit was absorbed into the lifeless flesh and blood human girl.

Rocket held his breath, clenching his paws together as he watched Adam place himself down on his knees and took hold of her hand in both of his.

They both waited several seconds for any signals of life from her.

This had to work... Adam kissed her knuckles, each prolonging second adding up more and more like a ticking clock.

He felt the tingle of warmth in her hand, spreading to her fingers and down to her wrist, then her arms.

The blushing pink of her cheeks reddened as the paled grey of her face disappeared and her nostrils began to flair with a small intake of air. Her hair regained its luscious shine of brilliance...

And her plump lips opened as she inhaled a deep gasp of oxygen, breathing it in fully into her welcoming lungs.

Adam choked back a relieved sob, holding his own breath for what he was yearning to witness. Her lashes fluttered as her eyelids twitched. And they finally opened, instantly meeting his own eyes to the alien man's delight.

She smiled up at him, tears of blissful disbelief welling in her eyes. "My wonder-boy. What... how?"

Noticing she was trying to sit up, Adam placed his forearm underneath her back to support her, watching her face for any signs of disorientation. Noting that she seemed lucid, he obliged in answering her. 

"I've been told people do mad things when they're in love." He repeated her words from hours ago in his own way with his English accent more endearing to her than ever.

Grateful tears flowed down her cheeks and Adam gently wiped them away with his thumbs. His head bent down toward her again, his lips aiming for hers and she gladly awaited his kiss.

Alas, they were interrupted again. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, don't I get some acknowledgement here?"

Rocket good-naturedly jabbed at her with the dark humor and they both chuckled in response at the raccoon as he jumped back up to the platform to greet his newly revived comrade. She scratched behind his ear, knowing he found it comforting, and placed a thankful kiss on his muzzle which he immediately wiped away in mock disgust.

"Yuck, why don't you save all that for your hero, hon? He's the one that literally saved your soul." Rocket proceeded to shoo them out of the room so he could tidy up lest there be another emergency. When he looked back at them, they were locked in an embrace and he couldn't help but smile in fondness at them and reminisce to himself about the future he almost had with a certain sea otter.

After pulling away from their hug, Adam scooped her up into his arms and though she protested being carried, knowing he most likely wouldn't let her walk for the remainder of the day... and she was admittedly fine with that.

Sharing another passionate kiss with her, Adam walked out of the med-bay with her alive and healed in his arms, and shot up into the air with a tight grip of his hands holding her secure and safe, as she nuzzled into his neck, reveling in the strength of her Wonderboy. 

Both of them had become each other's heroes, encountering death to save one another...

Rocket watched them go up with a bittersweet smile on his face and a tear down his furry cheek.  

Like he and his much missed friends had dreamt of all those years ago, he knew Adam Warlock and his human mate would fly away together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

[un-monstre]

Honestly with the problem of Disney adults wanting to have their ashes illegally spread at Disney, they should really just open up a graveyard at this point

[mistressemmedi]

So the Disney parks thing you posted: there are a significant number of people who want to or try to spread the ashes of their loved ones at Disney parks. One of the fave locations is the Haunted Mansion. Also, spreading ashes at Disney is against the rules, so if they catch you, you'll get banned.

Insane behavior, I have no words