#THE 👏 PRINCE 👏 OF 👏 EGYPT

[honey-lemon-goose]

'You didn’t know what to say or what to do to even get out of this. Should you just run..?' Mmm of course they'd try to run😮‍💨 seems like all they do is take and not want to pay the consequences🤨🤔 “I look forward to every time you have to come down here and we have this conversation.” mmhm as he should y/n did quite literally ruin everything he worked so hard for!😔 “Ple-..please have sympathy for me…” OML I cringed😴🙄 LMAOOO IM SORRY SYD IM LIKE Y/N HATER #1 OML🤣💀 Girl put me next to Hongjoong on the teir of hating y/n the most🫢 “You are temptation itself.” YUP! MAKES SENSE!! COULDN'T PASS A DAMN TEST!! BET THEY NEVER EVEN GOTTEN CLOSE!! Other than when the apple Jongho gave them helped, mmm and only got the apple too because Jongho is so sick of them smh!! (oml my liking of y/n drastically changed from the first few chapters!! Going back and reading my first few reblogs was fun🤣💀) “If you are going to eat the guests, compost the bones! Compost the bones! How hard is that?" LMAOOO COMPOST THE BONES🤣💀 'The unwanted visitor isn’t even upon him yet but just knowing that he’s in the space he banished him to, his area, his world, it’s unsettling, unnerving, and downright disrespectful.' Oop disrespectful indeed!! Hmm who knnoows why he showed up🙄 'Voice cracking with heartbreak.' Akamqkamw Jongho😭 “You should’ve called him short…you know he hates that.” AHHH MINGI😱🤣 “I’m going to make sure they stay down here. Permanently.” uhh but like not with them right??🤨 like in their own place away from them so the boys don't have to deal with y/n? “Eight makes one team.” AOWNAKAMKA AHHHHHH I CANT WAIT TO READ WHAT GOES DOWN!!🤭💛💛

The Eight Evil Thoughts // OT8

Part 9: Realization

You were a firm believer that when you died you were bound to go to heaven…but what happens when you get casted straight down to hell. Before kneeling before the most famous evil thought/leader you run into the other evil thoughts along the way.

"The wolf has eyes for prey, the cow has eyes for hay. One of them's a killer, the other his buffet"

- Itona Horribe.

🌹Pair: Reader x ????

🌹Genre: Angst, Thriller, Possible Yandere, Suggestive, Religion Talk, Cursing,

🌹Word Count: 3.7k

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Hongjoongs face never moved. His poker face was not one to be mistaken with. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling. He just looked at you, he looked through you, he looked into you. He sat so still, you would’ve thought he morphed into a statue.

Your mind was running at a million miles per hour. You couldn’t process anything that had made its way out of his mouth. What did he mean you were the ninth creation? You knew all of these men? You are one of these creatures? You stare at him blankly. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something to make any move.

“ I…I…h-how..”

You were simply at a loss for words. You didn’t know what to say or what to do to even get out of this. Should you just run..? But where would you even run to..? This was his place, his domain, his kingdom.

Hongjoong slight tilts his head to the side. Looking at you as if you are some poor pitiful creature in need of saving, his gaze alone is making you feel ill at ease. He’s waiting for the perfect time to pounce. You are locked in a cage with a lion. A cage which you so effortlessly wandered into.

“You are scared aren’t you?”

He says in a low tone, inhaling deeply, taking in your scent.

“Your fear…it’s unlike any other it’s so delectable. I look forward to every time you have to come down here and we have this conversation. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve had it.”

He lightly chuckles, eyes boring straight into you. Like he’s permanently burning this memory into his brain forever, like he’s filing away every movement, every facial expression. Like this will be the last time you both have this conversation. He pushes away from his desk, chair rolling back. The sudden movement by him makes you jump slightly in your chair. A wicked grin breaks out on his face. He’s clearly amused by you. He lets out a small hum before speaking up.

“His favorite…can you imagine that..? His favorite, most precious, most prized now sitting in front of me…terrified for their own life. Tell me…should I spare you..? Do you deserve my sympathy..?”

Your eyes start to water, you are terrified. You bite your trembling lip, trying to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. You nod slowly while locking eyes with him.

“Ple-..please have sympathy for me…”

A giddy smile never leaves his face. He’s simply enjoying your desperation, your fear. He leans back further into his chair, rubbing under his chin playfully like he’s thinking hard on his decision. You slightly glance back trying to measure the distance of the door from where you are. If you move fast enough you should be able to make it to the door and out of here within enough time. You quickly glance at the floor, still deep in thought trying to calculate how fast you need to move, the distance, while hoping Hongjoong didn’t catch you glancing at the door.

The room falls chillingly quiet. Too afraid to pick your head up and look at the man. What if he caught you? Is he going to continue to stare at you for much longer? Flickering up your eyes slowly to his desk chair. He’s gone? You close your eyes confused. No, no, no! He was just there….right..? He had been there the whole time? You turn around slowly. Eyes darting all around and across the room. Was this his green light? Was he offering you his sympathy..? You stand up quietly, making sure not to make any noise. You step back.

Making your way towards the shut door. Your hand hovers over it. There it is that nagging feeling telling you to go sit back down and stay put but on the same note the door is so tempting, it’s begging for you to leave, to run away, to make a fast getaway. You grip the knob slowly trying to turn the knob as quietly as possible. As soon as you got the door cracked. You look over your shoulder, double checking that he was no longer present. A sigh of relief passes through your lips. You are now officially on the way to escaping. As you step out, you turn around trying to quietly close the door, hoping not to alert anyone.

“You know…most people would’ve stayed put…then I always forget you aren’t most people, you are temptation itself.”

You freeze in your tracks not even daring to turn around, you already know who is standing behind you. You feel like a child who has been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Placing your forehead against the door you let out a sigh. You know now this is officially it. You can’t run, hide, flee, or talk your way out of this. You are done for.

Hongjoong snaps his fingers, signaling to the demons standing by his sides to seize you, immediately.

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Seonghwa let out an annoyed huff.

“Wooyoung! I brought you towels to use! Look at this floor! It’s all wet! You are going to get mold and mildew in here! Then it’s going to stink and I’m not going to clean it. You are!”

Wringing out his mop with a frustrated look on his face. Slapping the mop back onto the cave floor trying to soak up as much water as possible. Wooyoung rolls his eyes, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Hyungggg!”

He says in a sing-song voice. Stretching out on his rock. Moving around to get into his comfortable position. Letting a smile grace his face. Clearly pleased at what he saw in front of him. Seonghwa having a small heart attack at the conditions of his cave.

“Look at these floors! Look at the moss sprouting on these walls! You are going to get pests in here Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lets out a sigh. Silently whispering to himself.

“A pest already is in here.”

“What was that Wooyoung?! Speak up! I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

Seonghwa says while aggressively mopping the floor.

“Why don’t you get placement mats by the water? That way guests can dry off their feet? It’ll make it cleaner in here, less dirty.”

Letting out a groan, frustrated with Seonghwa.

“It’s a cave Hyung! It’s meant to be dirty. See?”

Wooyoung snaps his fingers making the fire blaze stronger, showing off more of the inside of the cave. Seonghwa lets out a small scream, clutching his chest. Whines and gasps leaving his mouth.

“Look at all the bones! The uncleanliness! The uncleanliness is going to kill me. Wooyoung this is a cave! Not a pig pen! I can’t fathom this mess!”

Seonghwa let’s go of his mop dramatically. The stick falling, smacking the ground loudly. Wooyoung lets out a small laugh. Peeling his body off of the rock, making his way towards Seonghwa.

“You know everyone else keeps their area clean but you. What did I tell you? If you are going to eat the guests, compost the bones! Compost the bones! How hard is that? Now I need to grab the broom. You treat this area as a trash can! I’m not cleaning up your cave any more after this Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung lazily throws his arms around Seonghwas waist. Pulling Seonghwa closer, putting his face in his neck and smiling.

“Hyung…we both know that’s a lie.”

Wooyoung rubs his lips together, quickly kissing Seonghwa on his cheek. Continuing to hold him close. Not caring that Seonghwa was trying to shove him away. All it did was fuel Wooyoungs need to be close to him.

“Wooyoung, why are you doing this? I have to get the broom, let me go.”

Seonghwa struggles to get out of his tight hold.

Trying to dodge the kisses Wooyoung is attempting to give him. When the fire in the cave blazes brightly. Signaling that Yunho was contacting Wooyoung. Seonghwa and a very much attached Wooyoung both turn around, giving their attention towards the blazing flame. An outline of Yunhos body can be seen in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting…?..”

Yunho trails off at the end of his sentence. Wooyoung pulls Seonghwa into a tight side hug, cheesy smile taking over his face.

“Of course not! What can we do for you Yunho?”

Wooyoung says with a glint of mischief to his voice. Seonghwas eyes cut to Wooyoung still struggling to get out of his grip.

“Maddox has contacted me. We are all being summoned.”

“Great! When?”

Wooyoung asks while puckering his lips ready to kiss Seonghwas cheeks again.

“Immediately.”

Wooyoung lets out an annoyed huff. His arms dropped from around Seonghwa, with a slight pout on his face. Letting out a slight whine.

“Like right now, right now? Or like 5 minutes from now, right now?”

“Right now, right now.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

“Alright alright. I’m coming, I'm coming. Come on Hyung, let’s go.”

Seonghwa points at Wooyoung.

“Don’t think this is getting you out of cleaning this cave. When we are done. You will be helping me clean up.”

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“Your majesty?”

“Yes Maddox?”

Hongjoong doesn’t even spare a glance towards the demon. Too busy retrieving the book with your name on the front.

“They have been stowed away in a holding cell for now, is there anything else you would like us to do for you?”

Hongjoong stops in his tracks. A happy sigh leaves his throat. He’s finally got you now where he what’s you, where he’s always wanted you. No one besides the princes understand how long he’s waited for this moment.

“Did you summon the others?”

“Yes sir, Yunho is contacting them all as we speak. They are preparing themselves and will be in the hall shortly. Would you like me to gather your things, your majesty?”

Before Hongjoong can answer Maddox the lights in this office glow ever so brightly. Not bothering Hongjoong or Maddox in the slightest. Hongjoong grits his teeth. His fist tightening so hard, his knuckles turn white.

“Your majesty…would you like me to call upon the oth-.”

“No.”

Hongjoong clears his throat. Visibly annoyed, taking a deep breath, he tries to calm his nerves. The unwanted visitor isn’t even upon him yet but just knowing that he’s in the space he banished him to, his area, his world, it’s unsettling, unnerving, and downright disrespectful. Lifting his hand Hongjoong dismisses Maddox, clearly wanting to be alone. If Hongjoong was going to put an end to this then he was going to do it his way.

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Jongho stood frozen outside of Hongjoongs door, internally he was quivering.

“I know you are standing outside my door. Stop being creepy and enter.”

Taking a deep breath Jongho enters, stomach feeling like it’s doing laps at a pool. If he would’ve just spoken to Hongjoong before it happened it wouldn’t have caused so much ruckus. Hongjoong motions to the seat closest to Jongho, signaling him to have a seat. Before having a seat Jongho bows to Hongjoong, making sure to show him as much respect as possible.

Hongjoong looks up from his paperwork, resting his pen down to give Jongho his full attention. He sat up right in the chair, picking at the cuticles on his nails, clearly he was scared, no one ever enjoyed being called to Hongjoongs room.

“Now Jong-“

“I was tired of seeing them, Hyung!”

Jongho quickly blurts out, cutting Hongjoong off before he could finish his sentence. Hongjoong is slightly taken back, eyes growing in size.

“I’m tired, Hyung…It’s so tiring seeing them every time…I’m tired of having to do it. I just…I just wanted to be free of them. Seeing them is a constant reminder of what could’ve been…What should’ve been. I love being down here with all of you, learned to love it even.. but…”

Jongho hangs his head low, visibly upset. Biting his lip so hard he drew blood. Attempting so hard to control the emotions that were brewing rather quickly. Damn that Mingi, Jongho regrets visiting Mingi prior to coming to see Hongjoong knowing any time he leaves Mingis area he backpacks the sadness with him temporarily.

“It’s not fair…”

Voice cracking with heartbreak.

“Why didn’t he cherish us how he cherished them..? Were we the flawed ones Hyung..?”

Hongjoongs eyes filled with white water, never once did it cross his mind while he was having the time of his life seeing them, the boys must’ve all suffered, Jongho being the youngest of the bunch took it the hardest, Mingi right behind him.

All of them reacted so differently when they got banished. Too busy trying to figure out the ways of being a new founder leader of the underworld he realizes he let some things slip through the cracks. Clearing his throat to choke back his emotions.

“Why didn’t you say anything before Jongho? You could’ve told me or Seonghwa. This burden is not one you need to carry on your own.”

Head still hanging, eyes refusing to leave the floor. Jongho feels like a coward. How is he supposed to uphold Greed when he can’t even hold his head up high? He can’t even look his leader in the eyes and admit his mistake. Nails digging into his thighs to ease himself. Internally kicking himself for letting his mask slip so low. He’s supposed to be strong, one of the bravest ones. Hongjoong sees the faint purple tear that splashes on Jonghos pants. Little did Jongho know internally Hongjoong was kicking himself for failing as a leader, as the first creation but most importantly as a brother.

“Oh Jongho…”

Hongjoong whispers out.

Jongho scoots back from his chair, eyes glued to the floor, dropping to his knees. Gasping for air, purple tears are flowing down his face, splashing onto the wooden floorboards underneath him. So ashamed of himself he can’t bear to look the leader in his face. He’s having an internal war, and the biggest enemy he’s facing? Himself. Forehead touching the floor, showing Hongjoong the utmost sign of respect.

“Hyung I swear. I’ll try harder. I’ll do better. Just give me another chance, I will correct myself for when they arrive next. Just please don’t give up on me because I am not strong, I am, I will prove it.”

Seonghwa walks in without knocking, hands full with a bowl of lunch for Hongjoong. Pausing right in the entryway. Face falling into a deep frown. All you hear bouncing off the walls are Jonghos cries, deep breaths for air, and pleas.

“…Jongho..? Hongjoong what’s going on?”

Seonghwa rushes to place the lunch down on the desk. Kneeling down, rubbing Jonghos back to comfort him. He’s never seen him in such a way. Biting his lip, Hongjoong stands up out of his seat. Clearing his throat.

“Seonghwa. Summon the others. I want all of them here. Now.”

Seonghwa looks between Jongho and Hongjoong. Not wanting to leave the youngest but also knowing Hongjoong is the leader.

“Hongjoong…but Jongho…”

“Please Seonghwa…please…”

Seonghwa can count on one hand how many times Hongjoong had said the word “please”. Knowing this must be serious business. Nodding his head Seonghwa gives Jongho one last look before he ventures off to summon the others, quickly.

“Jongho, stand please.”

Taking a deep breath to gather his emotions. Knowing he needs to pull it in gear, instead of blabbering on the floor like a baby. Wiping his tears on his sleeve. He stands up, taking in another deep breath. Eyes refusing to leave the floor. To him the air is thick with disappointment but to Hongjoong the air is filled with heartbreak and failed leadership.

Wooyoung bursts through the door. Pointing his finger at Hongjoong.

“You monster! You tyrant! You..You…someone give me another word to insult him.”

San shoves Wooyoung in the door. All the others follow right behind. Seonghwa is the last to enter.

“You should’ve called him short…you know he hates that.”

Mingi whispers loudly. Yunho smacks Mingi over the head. Wincing, he shoots Yunho a glare. Wooyoung rushes over to Jongho, wiping the tears off of his face. Pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Hongjoong clears his throat.

“Where are they right now?”

Wooyoung tosses Hongjoong a dirty look. Seonghwa moves closer to Wooyoung, lightly nudging him to answer the leaders question. Rolling his eyes, he smacks his lips. Voice laced with disgust.

“They are in one of the water holes. I put them in an unconscious state.”

Hongjoong nods his head. Making his way around the table desk to stand in front of them all. All the members slightly glance at Jongho, taking notice of his very upset state. Yet not daring to move. Hongjoong suddenly bows to all of the members.

“Hongjoong what are yo-.”

He cuts Seonghwa off before he can finish his sentence. Still in his bowing stance.

“It’s come to my attention that I have failed you all. I have failed to communicate, I have failed as your leader. I have failed as your brother. A leader is nothing without his team…and yet I’ve failed to act as such. Please forgive me.”

The room gets chillingly quiet.

“I bet you feel pretty dumb now, don’t ya Wooyoung?”

San says suddenly. Causing a small chuckle to erupt from Jongho. Wooyoungs eyes cut to San. Clearly not amused at his smart mouth remark. Mingi silently stifles a laugh.

“Mingi I don’t know why you are laughing. You should feel stupid too.”

Yunhos sudden speaking out causes a domino effect. Everyone in the room laughs, even Hongjoong.

Hongjoong stands up, looking at Jongho. Before Jongho can even relax from the laughter that’s coming from his body. Hongjoong shoves Wooyoung away from Jongho, bringing his arms around Jonghos body, pulling him in for a hug.

“Please…please don’t go through those troubles alone. You are one of the strongest people in this room. Your burden is not one of your own. We may all carry our burdens differently but we share similar troubles. Please forgive me Jongho.”

Jongho wraps his arms around Hongjoong, hugging him back. He didn’t need to verbally tell Hongjoong anything, the action spoke for itself. Pulling back Hongjoong playfully shoves Wooyoungs shoulder.

“If I am a tyrant, you are a gremlin.”

Wooyoungs mouth drops open. Ready for a slick comeback but Yeosang suddenly speaks up.

“Does that make me the second strongest?”

Yeosang flexes his arm muscles. Seonghwa wants to join in. He starts to flex his arm. Jongho lightly pushes his arm back down.

“Hyung please…don’t embarrass yourself.”

This causes all the boys to erupt in laughter. The atmosphere changing. No matter what life time Hongjoong was in… as long as he had all of them, he’d forever be complete. This was his family.

As the laughter died down. Hongjoong made his way back to his desk. Pulling out the book with your name on it. Yunho spoke suddenly.

“What are you going to do Hyung?”

“I'm sure my selfish actions have not only bothered Jongho, I’m sure they have hurt you all. Yet you never spoke up to aid my happiness. So I’m going to do what is long overdue. I’m going to make sure they stay down here. Permanently.”

All of their eyes grow wide.

“Hongjoong.. can you do that?”

Seonghwas voice is thick with worry.

“As long as they are down here in our area. I can do whatever I please. If the creator has an issue with it. He can write a letter and shove it up his ass. I could care less. None of you should have to suffer anymore. It’s been eons that you’ve all had to suffer. That will be no more.”

All the boys nod their heads. Agreeing with what Hongjoong was saying. He may have lacked at times as a leader but he would lack no more. The boys were priority number one, he was going to make sure that they were all loved, equally supported, and cared for. Even if it meant he had to tear down the world. That was the difference between him and the creator, something that Hongjoong would always out rank him on. He loved all the boys equally.

“After Wooyoung, they will go to Yeosang, next Yunho, Seonghwa and finally they will end with me, and we will end it all. Forever.”

Hongjoong let’s a wicked smile grace his face.

Jongho does a noticeable shiver. He’s overcome with joy that this will now be permanent. You will now be down here forever to suffer. Right along with them.

“They're playing with the big boys now…”

Mingi starts to sing slowly…Yunho smiles, joining in.

“They're playing with the big boys now! They’re playing with the big boys now!”

San couldn’t help himself, joining into the sinister singing. Yeosang joining right alongside.

“Playing with the big boys now!”

Wooyoung grabs Jongho pulling him into the circle the boys have formed while singing joyfully.

Seonghwa makes his way towards Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa get ready…we are in for quite a ride.”

Seonghwa smiles at Hongjoong. Following his eyes, he looks proudly at the boys all singing in a circle. Nodding his head.

“Eight makes one team?”

Raising his eyebrows at Hongjoong with a wicked grin on his face. Hongjoong smiles back just as sinisterly.

“Eight makes one team.”

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Authors Note: Due to popular demand I was able to stretch it out into two more chapters. Chapter 10 will be the final and last chapter. I can’t believe this series will becoming to a end 💔🥹it’s a bittersweet moment really. Besides that…What do we think..?👀👀 I’ve had so much fun writing this. I based this mostly around Jongho and why he “helped” them with the apple because I think some people wanted further explanation into that. Also Jonghos part was a “flashback” just to clear things up. Also mad props to anyone if they know where the “playing with the big boys” song is from along with the quote…if you know where the quote is from..message me I’m about to be your new bestfriend🤗. Next chapter is going to be so fun. Oo I can’t wait! Also did I cry slightly making Jonghos part…? Yes. Bc Ima sap💀 I cut out so many sad parts from the flashback bc I didn’t want anyone to cry like my emotional ass😀.

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[mask-of-prime]

TLK: What's Your Name?

I don't think I've ever drawn so quickly in response to something in years.

Immediately after watching this TV spot teasing the upcoming official trailer for Mufasa: The Lion King, I just HAD to adapt little Taka into his 2D Universe style.

Speaking of names... so I'm, like, not insistent that his name is Askari or anything, as I've learned that that name is simply meant for the TLG canon, especially since the name was never spoken in the show and was merely suggested by a crew member, but uh...... Even though Barry Jenkins said that he would source no existing TLK material, that name did not come out of nowhere. This story is far too different than that of A Tale of Two Brothers, and is original enough, so why go with that existing name? Did he, like, do a quick Google search with "Taka" popping up and just go with that? I actually thought he was gonna be named something completely else like Elijah or something, like in that old line-up of character names in the early M: TLK news days.

But anyway, guys, my heart is POUNDING the trailer is so awesome 👏👏👏. Immediately got Prince of Egypt vibes from the premise. Also, it seems to be implied that Mufasa and Taka are sent off of their own to settle their own territory as young males, rather than the mess of Mufasa just winning his royal adoptive parents' love over their own prince son like people worried about. The CGI movies have officially established themselves as a much separate entity from the 2D works in this case, where it seems to follow more IRL lion behavior where it's not so much a human-like monarchy, but a grandiose lion territory. Though... that does feel SO different that it almost feels like a whole other lion-related franchise :p

[elitadream]

have you seen the new transformers movie yet? i’ve been seeing a lot of videos of it and have been thinking of you cause of your user

Yes I have! 😎 Went to see it in theaters last week!

I gotta say, first of all, that the absence of a human cast was both refreshing and needed- though I give Travis Knight's Bumblebee an amiable tap on the back for handling its relationship dynamics so much better than the Bay films ever did. xP

I've always loved the concept of lifelong brothers turned sworn enemies, and the movie's premise had a lot of potential to offer in that regard. Watching it, it was hard for me not to be reminded of The Prince of Egypt (which in my eyes still holds the gold trophy for that trope btw, it is such an absolute masterpiece 🏆💗) and I really enjoyed how gradual and organic the shift in their friendship was. Both of their point of views was shown and expressed in a genuine way throughout the story, and by the end, the colossal and inevitable divide between them felt entirely believable. That aspect of the film was very well done and it surprisingly delivered in the angst department, which I wasn't expecting considering how bright and family-friendly the trailers looked. All in all, I think it did justice to Optimus and Megatron's epic rivalry! 👏

On the downside, the portrayal of Bumblebee and Elita-One was where the movie fell flat imo. The antagonist having a bland and more shallow personality was fitting because it suited who he is at his core, but the "young comic relief" and "tough as nails woman" character types were made abundantly clear in every scene Bee and Elita appeared and it frankly got a bit old for me after a while. Granted, Elita showed a bit more nuance towards the end, but it came about late and her development didn't feel very satisfactory.

The first impression I was ever given of her was in The Search for Alpha Trion, where she appeared for a total of less than five minutes; and yet, to this day, it still is my favorite version of the character. She was strategic, rational and highly intelligent, but also collected and calm. She had a gentleness and wisdom about her that beautifully echoed Optimus' own innate sense of nobility and compassion, which was also what made their chemistry so special and great. They felt like equals, and tenderly valued each other as such. Making her distrustful -and even disdainful- towards Orion in the first half of the film was an alteration that I didn't like and I would have much preferred if she was more tempered and kind like her G1 counterpart.

...But, oh well. That's just my personal nitpick I guess. 😅 It was still a good flick. 7/10!

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Arabian Nights AU (Turtle of choice x F!Reader) - Ch.2

Eyyoo, finally decided to keep the first post I made as the first chapter ! I’m having too many ideas for this AU so I won’t stop writing 👏 Also a lil’ warning, some future chapters will be 18+ (sex scenes and probably violence stuff - my writing can turn pretty graphic in terms of dark, gore stuff x’D). After this chapter there will be two chapters that are more “general”, then it will spawn out to whichever turtle you want to romance (and sometimes the story will be brought back in common chapters and so on). This will be a great exercize for the other AUs I plan to do with the same layout. WISH ME LUCK 👍

Also I’m hella listening to ‘The Prince of Egypt’ instrumental soundtrack for inspiration. ISSA GOOD MUSIC YISS

(Note about this chapter, here’s a link to the dress mentionned at some point) (In case anyone missed the link I already provide in the chapter hreuhreuhreuh)

And further info: I’ll be keeping the guys’ names as Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey. Writing their full names would somehow feel out of place in this setting, considering they’re Italian names xD

First chapter --> HERE

You woke up with a strangled gasp, unable to breathe. Your body jolting, you were now sitting in bed, clawing at the base of your neck and thorax, panicking, as fresh gulps of air finally found a way to your lungs.

Panting, it only took you a couple of seconds to realize that you only had a nightmare, the scars at your back slightly burning when remembering that hellish time with the raiders...

It was night time, the moon still high in the sky. You could hear the crickets near the oasis chirp their neverending song - a welcoming soundtrack compared to the silence and emptiness of the desert you were last lost in. Unable to get back to sleep, you stepped out of bed, bringing a blanket around your shoulders, enveloping your form. You made your way to the open balcony, taking slow breaths only to calm your mind. You were safe.

Thinking about what you experienced today, meeting those turtles and that rat... you almost believed it was a blessing. If they were truly the safeguards of the desert, they would most certainly find a way to help the people from your village. But then you remembered the old rat talking about bandits and outlaws.... Maybe those turtles were only chasing those for the sole promise of riches - which you knew there wouldn’t be such reward for rescuing your people. Your heart sank a little at that thought, knowing you’d have to think of something if those brothers were only acting for valuables.

You heard footsteps coming to your left, walking up the stone stairs. Looking at the source, your body froze as you noticed Raph getting your way. You forever felt small next to him, his sheer size a good enough reason to make you believe that you were nothing but a mere cockroach at his feet. But this time he wasn’t eyeing you sternly, rather with some inquiry.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, finally stopping by your side.

“Can’t sleep...,” you answered in a small voice, unable to properly look at him in fear of being impolite.

“If you were trying to spy around here, I can assure you; there’s nothing to find out,” he slightly warned.

You quirked an eyebrow, adding: “... Were you really thinking that I’d try to have a look around while dressed in such fashion?” you shrugged lightly, making the blanket bounce on your shoulders a little. “This is not really suitable for any kind of adventures, if you ask me.”

Raph’s brow ridges furrowed, only for his traits to soften up after some seconds, a brief chuckle escaping him.

“You’re not wrong there.”

He swiftly got a dagger out, still smiling as he placed the flat side of the blade under your chin, slightly lifting your head up so both your gazes would meet.

“But don’t you dare think that sassiness will get you on my good side. ... You’re still an intruder to me.”

“Then why did you bring me here? You could have left me in the desert to die.”

That question silenced him for a moment, your eyes never leaving eachothers - studying your reactions. He did lower his blade after a while, sheathing it back to his hip.

“I have my reasons, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be staying for very long. Once my father decides on what we should do about your case, that’ll be your cue to leave.”

You softly massaged your neck and bottom of your face, glad to not feel the weapon on your skin anymore.

“And go where?” you asked. “I don’t even know where this oasis is placed on the map. I have nowhere else to go...”

“We’re not charity and certainly not a shelter,” grumbled the turtle. “Whatever you decide to do is none of my concern - as long as it doesn’t involve you staying in here.”

You were somehow feeling hurt by his words, uneasiness showing in your eyes.

“... I know you have no reasons to trust me and that I’m just a stranger to you, but will you believe me when I say that I mean no ill or harm to this place? I’m truly grateful for you saving my life and if there was anything I could do to repay you, there will be no hesitation.” A soft sigh escaped Raph, his posture somehow relaxing.

“... I’ll keep that in mind. For now, try to go back to sleep.”

You nodded silently, next watching the other walk away. As you made your way back inside, you did not notice the turtle glancing back at you once more as he was stepping down the stairs. He finally shook his head only to clear his mind, back to his path and his patrol.

***

As morning came, you were greeted with a plate of fruits placed on a table nearby. You had no idea who might have brought it in, but you did not wait before getting to it, taking a bite out of a delicious red apple. It felt like an eternity since you had a decent meal, a smile never leaving your features as the fruit’s sweetness invaded your taste buds. You finally noticed a small paper partially tucked under the plate, a memo written in a delicate calligraphy:

Good morning Please come find me in the throne room as soon as possible. Clothes have been left in this room at your disposal. Donnie

Your eyes diverted to some neatly folded outfits on the table, carefully going through them only to settle on a short sleeved, light fabric dress in warm pink and gold colors. The day was feeling hot already and you knew such clothing would only let you breathe better.

Your look freshened up, you finally made your way towards the throne room, although taking some time to properly take in the surroundings, forever adoring the architecture and general look of the place. The large columns seperating the exterior from the interior gave such a feeling of freedom, only a few doors safekeeping a handful of rooms. This palace was truly a wonder from a distant past, a recycled gem handled with care and respect from this family.

As you reached the large ornamented doors, you found them already open, shyly getting inside the next room. You spotted Donnie near an opened window, carefully attaching something to a golden eagle’s ankle - a message - then prompting the bird to fly out and away from the place. You couldn’t help feeling awe:

“That bird looked beautiful!” you said, getting near the turtle’s position.

The other’s attention instantly got on you, a smile already on his face.

“Indeed,” replied Donnie. “Hadi is a wonderful creature. Very loyal too! He’s our primary source of information with the outside world.”

His eyes scanned you, briefly nodding in approval: “Excellent choice of clothing. Today’s temperature is very warm and light fabrics are the best choice, considering your recent heatstroke.”

As he was getting to his workstation, you stopped him by leaving a hand on his forearm, your smile genuine.

“Thank you; for everything. The fruits this morning, the clothes, and especially taking care of me....”

“It is my pleasure,” sweetly answered the other, leaving a hand on yours in an appreciative gesture. “Unlike my brothers, I do not see you as a threat. As long as you are in this house, you will be safe and taken care of.”

He next moved out of your touch, gesturing a chair to you.

“Please, take a seat. We need to look over some maps in order to pinpoint where exactly those raiders are passing through.”

As you sat down, a small wince invaded your features, unable to properly place your back against the chair. Donnie did notice your reaction as he sat in turn, some concern showing on his face.

“... It’s your scars, isn’t?”

You looked at him with some fear.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve seen them,” he answered. “When you were brought in, I had to go through some examinations for the sake of your health and they were hard to miss. ... Whip wounds are not the best and most pleasant ones to have.”

“I can’t even sleep well on my back anymore,” you added, slightly saddened. “Everytime I feel them, it reminds me of each strikes and-”

“It’s ok,” gently stopped the turtle. “We don’t have to dwelve into this right now. I know it must be hard for you...”

A relieved sigh escaped you, somehow glad that the subject was now being dropped. You offered Donnie a soft smile, gesturing the many books and parchements layed on the table.

“You seem to be the scholar in this place.”

“Someone has to be,” smirked the other. “Or else we’d be brainless baboons who knows nothing about this world.”

He brought forth a large map of the country: a very detailed drawing with streams, rivers, and major cities.

He pointed a little above the Great River.

“You say you’re from here and that the raiders were heading towards the west coast.” His finger traced along the map to a dot that was situated at a small peninsula. “That city, here, is mostly known for dealing with other islands that are farther on the sea. Slave markets are a common thing, unfortunately, and is by far our best lead. But-” He tracked back a little, to another dot deeper into the desert, close to a long stream. “This city here is one of the well-known resting place for people and caravans travelling in the desert. If we are quick enough, we might be able to intercept the raiders and stop them before they reach the coast.”

“What is your price? How much do you four expect to be paid?” you asked, prefering to tackle the inevitable right away.

Donnie frowned: “Price? We have no price! Sure, we do receive some gold for some wanted criminals, but we never pressure for payments! ... What we do is for the best. Our reward is peace.”

“But why? I mean, this family is clearly out of the norms and what gains do you get from helping humans who might be scared senseless of you...”

You stopped for a moment, you and the turtle’s eyes locked on eachother. Your shoulders finally fell after a brief instant, shyly rubbing the back of your neck.

“... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rub that in your face...”

“No, this is a valid question,” reassured Donnie. “Only a handful of humans know of our existence and we have to be very selective of whom we let into this palace. Many people are terrified of us, and with good reasons. It is in the human nature to be scared of the unknown.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you added. “... I guess I’m simply used to others always asking for something in return. I’ve rarely seen people giving only for the good sake of this world.”

“And that’s why we’re here,” smiled the other. “To give a little hope. ... It may not be much and we might not be known in this world; but as long as we can make this desert a safer passage, that’s all there is...”

“It’s nonetheless very admirable,” you commented.

Donnie seemed to blush, although that was hard to see because of his scales. He shyly cleared his throat after a brief moment, occupying himself by straightening the map a little more, looking back at it.

“I’ll inform my father and Leo, our squad leader, of our target. If all goes well, we should be able to depart in a little less than a week!”

All you could feel was glee, somehow glad to finally witness some progress regarding this awful situation. You were starting to gain trust in those turtles - what choice did you have anyway? All you wished for was that your people weren’t in any greater danger at this very moment...

((Chapter 3))

[darlingfreddie]

Move Tag Game

I was tagged by @allisontaco ((thank you for tagging me!!))

So here’s my favorite movies as gifs

1) The Way He Looks 

Seriously this movie is soooooo good its on netflix and basically a blind boy falls in love with the new kid in school i highly recommend watching it!!

2) Maurice 

THIS MOVIE IS ONE OF MY FAVES 👏👏 I’ve watched it so many times and I literally cry every time I see it plEASE WATCH IT

3) Spirited Away

Who doesnt love this movie tbh

4) Prince of Egypt

BOMB ASS MOVIE RIGHT HERE 

I cant think of anymore and idk who to tag so whoever wants to do this yall totally can!!!

[demigoddessqueens]

Thanks for the tag @bitchybisexualromulus !!

This is a hard one because I love almost every movie I see 😅😂 but I’ll try and narrow it

1. Prince of Egypt

2. Hellboy 2 (just for Nuada 😆👌💛👏😁)

3. Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2

4. Gladiator

5. Troy

6. Rise of the Guardians

7. The Lion King

I’ll tag @blackreaderstation @poetic-emptiness-fanfic @stripedchickens @achillmango and @sleepynegress

Rules: name seven comfort movies and then tag seven people

Thank you to both @elderbwrry and @cleversturmhond for the tag ❤️ I don’t watch movies too often Bc of the amount of focus they require but here we go

1.) Lilo & Stitch

2.) Emperor’s New Groove

3.) Mulan (the ORIGINAL)

4.) The Little Stranger

5.) Thor Ragnarok

6.) Doctor Strange

7.) Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens

Tagging @darkside-fashion @dark-lord-of-the-simps @starlightsearches @queenphasma @armitages-galaxy @artsymaddie @zuzumiamor and anyone else who wants to do this can say I tagged them!

[northernbluetongue]

This was AMAZING!!! I always LOVED listening to this song from Prince of Egypt and your work of the take on it was AWESOME!!! I applauded you!!!👏👏👏💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

ML Salt: The Plagues

Since you refuse to free my holder, All through the city of Paris, I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your cattle, on your sheep Upon your oxen in your field Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break until you yield I send the swarm, I send the horde!

Marinette slept peacefully for the first time in months, aided by Tikki’s magic. The Kwami of Creation was holding onto a single thread, the thread preventing her from destroying everything for the traitorous ‘friends’ of her bug, of her wonderful Joy, of her Ladybug. That thread snapped as Marinette shifted, unaware of the tiny goddess’s plans. Tikki sent a telepathic message to all Kwami through the universal fabric that bonded them together, the one that allowed them to sense each other: Tonight. I wait no longer. The Plagues begin tonight. The Kwamis soon arrived all together, silent and serious. Plagg took Tikki’s paw in his, a silent comfort. But one did not simply anger the old gods and get away with it. 

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[demigoddessqueens]

Alright! A fellow prince of Egypt fan! 👏🙌

Share 5 facts about yourself and then share this with your 5 favorite followers. Have fun! (︶ω︶)

Thanks 😊❤️🥰

1. I don’t have wisdom teeth, as I was born without them.

2. Favorite color(s) is purple, red, and blue

3. I have a scar from when I was 3

4. I have been to Cuba

5. I have the same birthday as Channing Tatum

I recommend @vesuviansunshowers @theroyalmage @thearcadialedger @drawdere @frolickingangels

[plaggxtikki-aka-cheesecake]

This is so cool, I love it. Prince of Egypt X Miraculous ladybug, specifically this song is so good 👏👏👏😘 well done

The Plagues

        Marinette paced back and forth in her room, pulling at her pigtails. “Tikki, the akumas have been getting stronger, more dangerous. What if I’m not able to fix all the damage after every fight? What if I fail the next time? Chat is trying to help, but the two of us aren’t enough. Hawkmoth keeps getting stronger!“ Tikki looked at her chosen with an encouraging gaze, flying in front of her face. "Marinette! You’ve been getting stronger too!” She pointed out in her cheerful voice. Marinette groaned, “But Tikki, we can’t keep fighting the akumas and just hoping that one day Hawkmoth will just stop sending them. We haven’t come any closer to finding out who Hawkmoth is and Paris keeps getting hit with disaster after disaster. Sure, some akumas don’t make a lot of damage but…” Marinette trailed off, her face growing pained as she remembered the worst ones. “Like Syren and Frozer… And Chat Blanc…” Tikki’s smile faded, “Marinette… Chat Blanc never happened here. You made sure of that.” “I know, but it did happen once. And we saw how that turned out. We can’t let that happen. We can’t keep letting Hawkmoth terrorize all of Paris. But what can we do?” Marinette sighed, not noticing Tikki staring at her with a saddened expression. 

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