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thefake-red · 15 hours ago
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Tbh you just have to find GOOD adult cartoons, same way you have to find GOOD kids cartoons.
Just for the sake of it, some adult cartoons (mostly shows, some movies) I enjoy include: Moral Orel, Mary & Max, Samurai Jack, King of the Hill, Venture Bros, Bojack Horseman, Felidae, Futurama, Roger Rabbit, Unicorn Wars, Scott Pilgrim, Clone High, Midnight Gospel, ETC!!!! And that's me avoiding mentioning anime, as there are SO many popular, good, adult animes.
Don't give up on adult cartoons just because vomit like Hazbin Hotel, Harley Quinn, Big Mouth, and Paradise PD exist, idk! You just have to look for things and not watch whatever slop Netflix puts in its top 10
Also very few kids shows have "the best most nuanced plots and characters" but I won't get into that. Bojack Horseman has more nuance than Princess Sofia
why do kids cartoons always have the best most nuanced and layered plots and characters and adult cartoons are always just “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”
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ilovedinodino · 1 day ago
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genre: fluff, angst (it’s just reader’s anxiety lol), established relationships
pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x f!reader
synopsis: jaemin didn’t approve of tattoos and piercings, yet you got a belly piercing and were afraid of his reaction.
wc: 1626
Jaemin never forbade you from doing anything to your body, like getting piercings or tattoos. But he often told you that you were beautiful just the way you were, and more than once, he mentioned that he didn’t like it when people altered their bodies with such procedures. He’d even said that if he had control over his friends and you, he wouldn’t allow any of you to get tattoos or piercings.
You found this side of him endearing and appreciated it, but you had always secretly dreamed of getting a belly piercing. You never told him about it because you weren’t sure you’d ever go through with it. But lately, the thought had been on your mind a lot.
And yesterday, you finally did it.
You and Jaemin lived together, and all of yesterday, you managed to hide your piercing by wearing a sweater. He didn’t suspect anything since the apartment was a bit chilly.
But today was different. Today, it was warm—too warm. Normally, you would wear one of your usual cropped tops at home, the ones that left your stomach exposed. But instead, you put on one of Jaemin’s oversized T-shirts.
The front door opened, and you heard his voice.
"Baby, I’m home!"
You smiled and walked into the hallway, throwing yourself into his arms.
"Did you miss me?" He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you even closer. You silently prayed he wouldn’t feel anything different about you.
"I always miss you, you know that. Come on in, I made dinner." "Oh wow, you cooked? That’s new." You playfully smacked his arm, and he laughed.
You were sitting in the kitchen, having dinner.
“Mmm, Y/N, this is really good!” Jaemin exclaimed, making you blush.
Then, his eyes flickered over you. “Are you wearing my T-shirt?”
You looked up at him and nodded hesitantly.
“Why? Isn’t it too warm? Aren’t you hot?”
Jaemin himself was only wearing a tank top, for obvious reasons. He was surprised not to see you in one of your usual crop tops, especially since you were always complaining about how hot it was at home.
“I wear your clothes all the time. What’s so surprising?” you tried to deflect, but he just tilted his head.
“Baby, I know that. I’m asking if you’re not too warm.”
You shook your head, and after a brief pause, he decided to drop the subject, returning to his food.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Jaemin asked as the two of you settled into bed, pulling the blanket over yourselves.
“Don’t you have to wake up early tomorrow?”
He shook his head and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your heart started pounding in fear, but thankfully, his hand rested over the blanket draped over you.
You knew you had no reason to be scared. Jaemin had never forbidden you from doing anything, even things he didn’t particularly like. But you still valued his opinion, and deep down, you were afraid of how he might react. Besides, you had seen many people break up with their partners over changes in appearance or criticize them—what if Jaemin became one of them? It was silly, but you couldn’t help feeling anxious.
The movie started, and soon enough, you managed to relax, getting lost in the story. You ran your fingers through Jaemin’s hair, your other hand absentmindedly caressing his arm. You cherished moments like these with him—the quiet, intimate ones. You’d even say they were the best moments with him.
But then, Jaemin shifted slightly and, without thinking, slid his hand under the blanket.
Your heart jumped.
When he placed his hand on your waist again, this time under the covers, you nearly stopped breathing. He didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, so you forced yourself to stay calm.
It’s fine, Y/N, everything’s fine. Just relax.
But everything wasn’t fine.
Because Jaemin started lifting your T-shirt.
His fingers brushed against your bare stomach, and in an instant, panic surged through you. You flinched and sat up so fast that it startled him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion.
“I-I… I just remembered—I left the stove on!”
"Stove?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and sat up as well. You nodded quickly and rushed to the kitchen. Once there, you clutched your chest and stood still for a few minutes.
"Damn, I shouldn't have done that..." you muttered to yourself, feeling the tension rise in your chest.
A few seconds later, you returned and lay back down. Jaemin didn’t say anything, and you hoped he believed your excuse. He covered you both with the blanket again, and you settled into the same position as before. But this time, Jaemin wasn’t being careful���he reached his hand directly towards your stomach.
You flinched, grabbing his wrist.
“Y/N?” Jaemin looked at you, confused. Since he’d come home, he’d sensed something was off with you, but he hadn’t pushed it. He’d hoped you’d tell him on your own, but you weren’t about to. Now, your strange behavior was throwing him off balance.
“What’s going on with you today?”
“It’s just… ticklish,” you tried to joke, but you could feel his intense gaze on you.
“You weren’t ticklish before,” he said coldly, and you swallowed nervously.
“Did something happen?”
“No, nothing.” "Then let's lie down and keep watching the movie?" Jaemin suggested. You nodded quietly, and you both laid back down. Once again, he tried to wrap his arm around your waist. You moved slightly, trying to avoid him accidentally touching your piercing, and shifted uncomfortably.
"Seriously, what's going on with you?" Jaemin asked, noticing your odd movement. You shook your head quickly.
"Nothing, it’s just... really uncomfortable."
Jaemin stayed silent, and when you finally relaxed enough to lie normally, he embraced you again, his hand brushing your stomach... and your piercing.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice full of confusion. You didn’t respond, staring at the TV. Jaemin reached out and touched your navel, his palm landing right on your piercing. The pain still lingered, and you gasped as it reminded you of the sensitivity.
You quickly pulled his hand away and pulled the blanket up to cover yourself. He sat up and watched you, but you ignored his gaze.
"Y/N, what is this?" he said in a stern tone. You kept your eyes on the movie, not answering.
"Ahh, Jaemin, look what he did! So silly!" You pointed at the TV, trying to change the subject, but Jaemin grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. The room fell silent, and you could feel the tears welling up inside you.
"Y/N, I’m talking to you." Jaemin’s voice was rare and serious. He usually spoke gently, but today, he was unusually strict.
You turned toward him, your eyes glassy with emotion.
"Y/N?" he said softly, then rushed to you, gently cupping your cheeks.
"I got a piercing... I'm sorry," you sobbed, and he looked at you with wide eyes.
"Why are you crying?"
"You disapprove of piercings and tattoos..."
He stared at you, confused.
"So what? You wanted to do it. What does that have to do with me?"
"I'm scared you’ll like me less..."
He laughed and hugged you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, clutching his shirt.
"Are you crazy? Even if you cover your whole face with piercings and tattoos, I won’t stop loving you. How could I like you less just because of a small piercing? Yeah, I think it can ruin the body, but Y/N, I’m not forbidding it, and I definitely don’t want to. I remember you saying you wanted a piercing somewhere. I didn’t stop loving you because of that thought."
You pulled your head back, surprised. "I said that?"
"You don’t remember? It was at Mark's birthday last year." You remembered. You’d been a little tipsy with everyone, but Jaemin was sober, so he remembered everything.
"Y/N, look at me." He turned your face toward him, and you looked into his eyes, just as he did into yours.
"I respect your opinion and your wishes. I love you not because of anything, I love you simply because you are you. Please, never cry because of this again and do whatever you think is right. I’ll always support you, and I’ll never leave you or stop loving you. I’ll still think of you and your body as the most beautiful, no matter what I said before. And I’m not an idiot to scold you for a tiny piercing."
"When you touched it, you got angry..."
Jaemin laughed, and you raised an eyebrow.
"I was a little angry today because you were hiding it from me and didn’t want to talk about it, not because of what you did."
You stayed silent for a moment before starting to smile. He smiled back and gently kissed you on the lips.
"Will you show me?" he asks as he pulls away slightly. You nod and push the blanket aside. As you begin lifting your shirt, Jaemin holds his breath. His eyes lock onto the delicate piercing on your navel.
"Wow... I didn’t think a piercing could make me feel this way," he murmurs, mesmerized. "Does it hurt a lot?"
You shake your head. "Only when someone touches it."
"My baby, I’m sorry I touched it," he says softly.
You laugh and lean in to kiss him. "You didn’t know. It’s okay."
"It suits you. I really like it," he admits, his fingers gently tracing the air around it as if afraid to touch again. "I think I might have just changed my mind about piercings."
"Really?" you ask, eyes lighting up.
He nods before leaning in to kiss you again, deeper this time.
You smiled in relief, realizing you had worried for nothing.
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bell4lan · 2 days ago
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Life With Sukuna
Genre: Fluff + some smut
DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers
CW: Mild sexual content (compared to my other stories), oral sex, pussy and cunt used to describe reader's privates, choking (kinky), light degradation, bottom reader, top sukuna
Character(s)/Reader: Sukuna x Trans Male Reader
Being with Sukuna was the best relationship you've ever had. Many would doubt this due to his snappy demeanor and intimidating looks. But Sukuna was caring, gentle, sweet, understanding, and a gentleman.
You had first met him at a party your friends brought you to. Sukuna was a friend of one of your friends, so you introduced yourself to him. He was intimidating, mean, and really fucking hot. That night you didn't speak to him much outside of introducing yourself until he punched a guy for saying transphobic shit to you. You were surprised he did that and a little scared by his strength since the guy went out like a light, but that didn't stop you from immediately finding him 100x hotter. Maybe it was pathetic to automatically be so attracted to someone you don't know because they beat a guy for you, but no one had done anything like that for you before. Not even previous boyfriends had. You didn't hesitate to thank him. He brushed it off saying he "hates bigoted fucks". It made you laugh, and the conversation continued from there. Talking to him was surprisingly easy. You didn't know at the time, but it was mainly because Sukuna acted a little softer than he usually was. He was interested from the moment he saw you and thought you were the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. He was still an asshole, but if you couldn't handle him then that's your problem. It wouldn't work if you couldn't, but you could.
After 6 long months of flirting back and forth, Sukuna asked you out. You were so nervous the day it came. Clothes were strewn about all over your room, and you couldn't stop styling your hair in different ways. You had once thought that this scenario was just a stupid movie cliche, but now that you're living it you take back all the shit you talked about it. You ended up having to call a friend so they could force you to stay in one outfit and hairstyle.
Sukuna pulled up in his car instead of his usual motorcycle since you had told him you weren't a huge fan of loud sounds. You didn't know that was why though. He brought you to a nice restaurant. Not too fancy, but definitely more than good enough for a first date. Sukuna paid for everything despite your insistence on paying for yourself saying, "A pretty boy like you shouldn't have to spend a dime." and chuckling when he saw how flustered you got. The rest of the night was spent walking around town hand in hand talking about whatever. Sukuna would flirt and you would try to one up him at it, but every time you were the one shying away in the end. The stroll ended with you and him kissing deeply under a street light, his arms around your waist pressing you against his body while your arms were around his neck. It was the best night of your life.
The first time you guys had sex was just as great. Since it was your first time with him he took it slow. He made sure to kiss every inch of your body, sucking and biting at the places you're most sensitive. His tongue worked at your pussy until you came for the first time that night. When he fucked you he kept you in missionary so he could see your handsome face as you took him deep inside. You felt so good that he ended up thrusting into you harder without thinking, making you moan even louder. He told you how perfect you felt and how sexy you were as his eyes were glued to your cunt. He couldn't get enough of you. When you both finished he made sure to clean you both up and take good care of you. The night ended with you in his pajamas cuddled close to him.
Sex with him wasn't only gentle though. The man has his kinks, and you weren't opposed to trying them out. He'd listen to whatever preferences you had and immediately adjusted to your liking. He wanted you to enjoy it too after all. If his hand was squeezing your neck too hard his grip would soften. If he was being too kind with his words he'd immediately start calling you a dumb whore that's desperate for cock and other absolutely filthy things. If it was too much altogether, he'd immediately stop. He might feel a bit frustrated, but he'd never get mad at you for it.
Even though you two have been together for almost three years now you still take each other out on both casual and fancy dates. They almost always end up with you two fucking since you both can't keep your hands off of each other. Without a doubt your sex life was still healthy and very much active. You guys had your arguments, but they were never too serious. You both knew how to communicate, and Sukuna has learned to regulate his anger and keep his mouth shut when he's mad so he doesn't say something he doesn't mean. If you guys don't patch it up within the day, you usually wake up to your favorite breakfast and a note saying he wants to talk. He'll usually come home with flowers and an apology if it's his fault, and will try to be very understanding if it isn't. You both forgive each other in the end and learn from the experience.
There isn't a day in your life where you regret meeting him. He can be a bit of an ass still, but hell he's your ass. Others may not understand why you're with someone so scary and rude, but that doesn't matter. At the end of the day you are in a healthy relationship with a man you love dearly, and are even going to marry soon. He proposed last night and you swear you haven't cried so many tears of joy in your entire life. In terms of love, life couldn't get better than this. Sukuna was rude, sarcastic, whitty, sweet, gentle yet rough, caring, and you absolutely loved it. You couldn't wait to marry him.
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Hello guys! Sorry if this story isn't well written or structured. I read a fanfic and in the story Sukuna was so attractive I had to write this for him. I wasn't sure how to write it so I had a bit of trouble. I also wrote it really quickly heheh- I hope you guys enjoy it anyway :)
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deathworlders-of-e24 · 1 day ago
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Jane, Medical Technician
Part 5
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“I miss going out,” Jane groaned. With how little foot traffic the med bay was getting, she’d decided to ditch her desk and work from a tablet on the exam table, reclined all the way back so she could lie down. Dr. Huhuma had joined her, hanging up a spare hammock in the exam suite from some surprisingly sturdy cabinets.
“You know?” Jane continued. “Getting together with my friends, dressing up, going to a nice restaurant, catching a movie. I didn’t realize how much… staying in time there’d be on the ship.”
“Well you did sign on for a year long journey,” the doctor said, “I’d have thought someone as smart as you would’ve seen that coming.”
“From a career perspective sure, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I totally didn’t think about how much I’d miss getting a decent meal.”
“Didn’t you humans develop the Vending Machines for just this purpose?”
“It’s not the same,” Jane complained. “Even the best dish from the machines still has that weird nano particulate taste to it. Like I know it’s all edible and full of the necessary proteins, but it’s not the same.”
“So tell me Jane,” Huhuma looked up from her work, “if you were back on E24 right now, what would you be eating?”
“There’s this amazing ramen shop a few blocks away from my apartment,” Jane said, mouth watering. “I’d get the gyoza, some takoyaki, and a giant bowl of tonkatsu.” Jane laughed as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Then probably some sesame seed balls for a snack later.”
Doctor Huhuma looked at her a moment, a queer look on her face.
“I only understood about half of that,” she said, “I don’t think my translator is working.”
“Oh, it probably got confused, I guess it didn’t translate the food names correctly.”
“So what is all that you were talking about?” she asked.
“Regional food from a country on my planet called Japan. It’s absolutely delicious, especially the takoyaki,” Jane explained. “The meat and the dough taste so good with… remind me real quick, Indoprimes are vegetarian right? Sorry.”
“Oh no, it’s no problem,” Huhuma brushed her apology aside, “our diet is mostly fruits and vegetables sure, but we still have meat on occasion. See?” Huhuma opened her mouth and pulled her cheek aside, showing a marvelous set of canines and other teeth synonymous with omnivores. “I think I’d like to try this… takoyaki thing.”
“It’s octopus inside fried dough.”
“Oh… definitely don’t tell a Murlant that, I think that species is a cousin of sorts,” Huhuma joked.
“Right, bad idea.”
The two of them laughed, both an easy yet almost unsatisfying sound, at least for Jane. She kept thinking about what Simms had said, how a year could be up before she knew it, and the mission would be over sooner than she thought. He’d already come in that week to clean, but had remained uncharacteristically quiet, refraining from his usual bouts of complaints and grumblings. He’d seemed almost nervous, like some paranoia had slipped in and out his head on a swivel.
What had been even weirder was the message she’d gotten from Thomas. Something about Grite getting a chunk of exoskeleton burned off his foot and to expect what Thomas called ‘their biggest asshole patient yet’. Only, said asshole had never come in, which if Jane was being honest, she was pretty okay with. Grite had already cost one crew member an arm. A little piece of foot was no big deal, especially to a Sed. It’d probably grow back in a week or two anyway.
“So tell me more about E24,” Huhuma pushed her keyboard away and propped her head up with her hand. “I hear such strange things about your planet, they can’t all be true. Like that regional dish, how many regions are there for food?”
“Oh, wow, easily thousands,” Jane scoffed. “I did a residency in Japan before I joined the Academy, it’s an island nation to the east of my home, and if you walked from end to end you’d find different food every couple miles it seemed like.”
“Really?” Huhuma smiled, and Jane had to glance away before that traitorous blush came back to give her away.
“What about your home? Where’s that?”
“Well, I’m from this place called Houston,” Jane explained. “It’s kinda out in a desert, although if you asked Chief Ducane he’d tell you it’s not even close, Arizona is way worse, but anyway, it’s down in the south of my home country. I think you’d like it, you know, if we could keep you cool. The food is…” Jane waved her hands around looking for the words, “like it’s good for your soul, in a way. It’s comfortable. Even if you’re not from there, it’ll make feel like you’re home.”
“That sounds lovely,” Huhuma sighed. “Although whenever I think of home, I get depressed.”
Jane looked over at the doctor.
“Why? What about your tribe?”
“They’re fine, they’re still important to me, of course, it’s just… I didn’t have anyone who I just fit with on my planet.”
Jane didn’t know what to say, and neither of them spoke for a few seconds. When it was still silent, Jane tried to crack a joke.
“Well, you’re in space now, it kinda opens up your options, right?”
Doctor Huhuma raised an eyebrow and smiled softly at her, causing Jane to stop breathing for a moment. If she’d been standing, she’d be embarrassed to admit her legs would’ve buckled.
My god woman get a hold of yourself, she thought. You did not just swoon because she looked at you.
“Well you’re certainly right about that,” Huhuma said, and winked.
Fuuuck, Jane thought, okay, yeah, swoon you bitch, what else are we gonna do here? God damn.
“Right, so, yeah… what, uhh, how’s that going for you?”
“What, are you asking if I have my eye on someone?” Huhuma’s smile deepened. “You could say that.”
And cue internal screaming.
“All this talk of food has got me hungry,” the good doctor continued. “Shall we get lunch?”
“Yup, yeah, okay,” stuttered Jane.
Smooth, girl. Smooth.
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“I mean, she’s gotta be doing it on purpose right?” Jane ranted, her captive audience of Liz and the Sprygan Coco watching her quickly devolve into something on the wrong end of fixated. “Like, after that night with the Scrib, and now the constant flirting, it’s gotta be a green light right? But it’s totally inappropriate, she’s my still my boss.”
“Sure, sure,” Liz said, working out the joints in her cyborg hand with a grip trainer. “So we’re just totally ignoring my therapy now, huh?”
“What?”
“What?”
“This conversation seems incredibly one sided,” Coco said, sitting in a pot the two had brought with them, slowly ‘munching’ their way through a bowl of chocolate bars like a kid on Halloween.
“Look Jane,” Liz said, “I really don’t think either of us,” she gestured between herself and the tree, “are going be a lot of help to you here hon. This so is not my area of expertise. And besides, whatever we think, we’re basing it on human standards. Maybe it’s different on Indos, maybe this is just normal behavior for them. You should ask Marrin if you want to be sure.” The corner of Liz mouth twitched, and Jane realized she was stifling a laugh.
“Yes, let me go ask my crush’s cousin if I’ve got the go ahead to…” Jane couldn’t even get through the sentence, getting more flustered by the second. “God, why am I like this? I’ve dated before, guys and girls! I’ve never been a mess like this! It feels like I’m stuck in a cross between a teen magazine and a gawky high school girl’s diary!”
“Yeah, I gave up on getting holos from Earth out here, this has taken over for my soaps these days,” Liz laughed.
“So glad you’re entertained,” Jane said dryly.
“If I might interject,” Coco started.
“Please, any advice that isn’t humiliating is welcome.”
“You could simply go talk to the Doctor,” the Sprygan stated, making a gesture with their vines that Jane assumed was a shrug. “It seems all of this is moot unless the doctor reciprocates, yes?”
“I would love to, Coco,” Jane was getting slightly exasperated, “but the whole reason why I’m so in knots about this is exactly because I can’t do that. I feel like a broken record here, but she’s my boss, I can’t just go up to her and-”
“Yes, you keep repeating that,” Coco interrupted, and Jane looked from the Sprygan to her fellow human and back. “On Spryga, we do not have mates as you non-botanical lifeforms do,” they continued, “but that does not mean we do not understand companionship. Our colonies are built on symbiotic relationships. The outer perimeters defend us, the inner circles distribute water and nutrients. Our roots intertwine and our canopies entangle. We are all constantly communicating with each other, from the further sentinel to the most inclosed Elder. So when you say you can’t simply go and speak to her-”
“You tell her, hon!” Liz said, cackling.
“- I am nothing short of confused. It’s utterly baffling. The very essence of this mission is to foster cooperation and relationships between GAIL member species, and I am certain this qualifies as such. So go back to med bay this instant and talk to the doctor.”
Jane stared open mouthed at the Sprygan for a whole three seconds longer than Coco could tolerate.
“Now Human Jane!”
For someone who could only speak through a synthesizer, Coco managed to put emphasis where they wanted. Jane actually flinched at the words before picking her jaw up and jumping for the door.
Liz turned to Coco and tapped the pot with the toe of her shoe.
“That was fucking awesome, honey.”
“It was… annoying to hear the same excuses again,” Coco said, and despite the voice box Liz thought she could hear a sigh. “You humans are tiresome sometimes.”
“I know right?” Liz threw a piece of chocolate in her mouth as Jane quickly strode out the door.
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Get it together woman, Jane thought as she walked through the hall of the ship towards Medical. It’s just Huhuma, you can talk to her, you can totally ask if she… returns the favor.
Jane inwardly laughed at the image conjured, which spilled out into the real very quickly. Suddenly she was doubled over laughing, tears quickly streaming down her face as she leaned into the wall to support her as the fit took over her whole body.
Exactly, it’s Huhuma. What the fuck is the matter with me?
Jane let herself crack up a minute or so longer, wheezing and squeaking out little hiccups of giddy before continuing on her way. She ignored the looks and odd stares from the crew who’d seen her snap like a crazy woman in the hallway. Just some more fuel for the humans are weird rumors flooding around the fleets. Standing in the lift now, she wondered what she’d say to the doctor when she saw her. Would she even say anything? Or would she just crack up again and have to explain later that she might just be a little crazy. Yeah, crazy in loOove, she thought, giggling again. Hell, I might as well just go for it. Worst that can happen is I go home early and get some decent food.
Win win, kinda.
The lift doors opened and Jane stepped out, only to quickly jump back into the safe blindspot inside the lift. She wasn’t totally sure why. No, that wasn’t true, she knew exactly why.
There were two Sed standing outside the med bay.
Well, standing was a misnomer for one of them. The one in the white custodian uniform was propped up against the wall, much she’d been not minutes before. They were favoring their left leg, like they’d been hobbled. Jane figured this was probably that Sed guy Grite she’d been warned about. The other she didn’t recognize, so they hadn’t been a patient of hers. They were wearing a yellow communications uniform. The two Sed weren’t exactly being quiet, so Jane reasoned they hadn’t seen her step out of the lift. Despite the warnings and the rumors, there was no real logical reason for her to be hiding. They were all the same crew, weren’t they?
But something kept Jane in the lift all the same. Perhaps it was that she could hear them, and what they were saying didn’t sit well in her gut. Jane carefully poked her head out, just enough to get an eye on them but still be able to jerk her head back out of sight if need be.
“With respect, sir, you have to temper yourself with these Terrans,” said the one in the yellow suit, a woman by the sound of her voice. “These consistent altercations are jeopardizing our mission.”
Mission? The NOAH mission?
“Hold your tongue, Soane. I’m the leader of our squad, your only job is to do as I tell you.”
Definitely a dick, then. And the guys a janitor now, what the hell is he talking about?
“Sir, no one it openly disregarding your orders, but don’t you think it’s time to proceed to the next step?”
“Do your duty, and follow orders given, quoal, or what do you think I will tell my father when he arrives?”
Jane couldn’t see the Sed woman’s face but she could guess what stony expression they were making, getting told off like that. That word Grite had said hadn’t translated, so Jane tapped her ear piece twice to recycle the phrase and tried again.
[Quoal: derogatory; a Sed slur for a lower class individual; foot soldier; born in a lower caste or altitude]
Oh that fucker! Jane thought. She almost wished the Sed man would come into the med bay so she could show off her bedside manners.
Before Jane could give herself away and storm over, the Med Bay doors glided open and Huhuma came out holding a small tray of medical supplies.
“Here,” said the doctor, “bandage him up with these. Or better yet, just get over yourselves and let my nurses treat you.”
“No,” said the Sed woman quickly, and curtly. “No, that will not be necessary. These are… appreciated.”
Jane saw Huhuma lookbetween the two of them before shrugging.
“Best of luck, ensign Soane,” she said.
The Sed woman took the tray and dumped the contents into a pouch on their waste. Huhuma went back inside as the two stony aliens turned away… back towards the lift.
Aw fuck, Jane thought, ducking back into the lift and back against the back wall.
Gotta think gotta think gotta think!!!
Jane smashed her fist against the doors closed button and prayed they didn’t ding when they did that. The lift closed, then just as quickly reopened, with the two Seds standing in the doorway, looking down at her, both literally and figuratively. Even the woman, Soane she guessed her name was, had at least a foot on Jane.
“Excuse me,” she said softly, cautiously trying to slide past them. Grite seemed to want to do something, but given that he winced whenever his foot touched the floor, left it alone, instead continuing to lean on the shoulder of the Sed woman as they shuffled into the lift. Jane scooted out of the way as quick as she could, like a rabbit hopping out of the way of two bucks in the woods. Neither party said anything more, and when the lift doors closed, the ding! made Jane flinch.
And then the lift was away to a different floor, leaving Jane there in the hallway breathing a sigh of relief.
“Well shit,” she said, after her heart rate calmed down a little. “Do I report that or…? Probably, probably. Questions for later.”
“Back to… yup, that, right.”
Jane walked over to the med bay doors, every step simultaneously egregiously long and atrociously short.
Fuck what am I gonna say?
Jane knocked on the door, then cringed, remembering it’s her office too, she could’ve just walked straight in in the first place. The door opened with a whir of hydraulics and then there she was, the good doctor Huhuma, standing in front of her.
“Oh, Jane, hello,” she said smiling. “I didn’t expect to see you again today. Did you forget something?”
The entirety of thousands of years of human instinct rushed through Jane’s body in a single moment.
Fuck it, she thought.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Jane reached out with both hands and grabbed the doctor by the lapels of her lab coat before pulling her into a kiss.
Zero thoughts ran through her head, except to acknowledge how soft the doctor’s lips were. It seemed to go on forever, and when they finally separated, Jane realized she’d been holding her breath the entire time. As calmly as she could, she let her lungs refill with air as she watched the doctor’s face for any sign of… well, anything.
“So,” Huhuma said, blinking a few times, fidgeting slightly from foot to foot. Jane noticed her tail was swaying erratically as well. “Right, well then. You humans are rather forward I suppose. I assumed we’d start with dinner, but whatever you want to do is alright as well.”
“So…,” Jane swallowed dryly, “this is alright with you?”
“Dear, I have been waiting for you to make up your mind for weeks,” Huhuma said. “Honestly I’m going to miss my little game of teasing you, but oh well.” The doctor grinned at her.
Jane looked at her dumbfounded.
“The whole time?”
“Yes, you Terrans are slow on the uptake apparently.”
Jane threw back her head and cackled, Doctor Huhuma joining in soon after.
“Dinner sounds great,” Jane said, stepping back into the hallway, Huhuma close beside her. Their shoulders touched here and there as they walked, but neither made a move to make any space between them.
Down at the other end of the hall, Liz and Coco were walking back to their lab.
“About time,” Liz laughed.
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therealmrrobinson · 11 hours ago
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THE DAY THE EARTH BLEW UP: A LOONEY TUNES MOVIE Movie Review
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Let’s be honest, when it comes to movies, the Looney Tunes brand has not had a very good run this decade. In 2021 there was Space Jam: A New Legacy, which turned out to be nothing but a shameless commercial for all things Warner Bros., and then there was the infamous tale of the shelved Coyote vs. Acme movie that may never see the light of day. So it’s with all of these tragedies that it’s a miracle that this movie, The Day The Earth Blew Up, even got released. (Granted through Ketchup Entertainment and not WB. themselves.) Not only that, but it’s also incredible that the end result is undeniably the best Looney Tunes ever made.
THE GOOD
What separates this movie from something like the Space Jam sequel, is that it is made by people who clearly love Looney Tunes. Despite the fact that we only have three characters, this movie stays true to who they are. Daffy Duck is more reflective of how his was when he was first introduced and before he started being paired up with Bugs Bunny. He’s a complete lunatic, he’s overly confident, and has a tendency to cause more trouble than what they have to deal with in the moment! Meanwhile, Porky Pig is the more sensible of the two, complete with his famous stutter. Eric Bauza does a fantastic job voicing both characters and much like Mel Blanc long before, it’s incredible how many of the Looney Tunes characters he’s able to voice to perfection. Petunia Pig is also a fun character. She manages to be the most sensible of the group, while also being crazy and…dare I say looney in her own way!
The animation is spectacular. It’s great to not only see classic 2D animation, but also 2D animation that was made for a big screen experience. The last two animated movies that I can think of that look like they were hand drawn are The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim or Teen Titans Go! To the Movies. In both instances, you watch those movies and question the reason to release them in theaters. The animation in The Day The Earth Blew Up is not only smooth and well detailed, but it also amplifies the insanity and comedy. One of my favorite gags is with Farmer Jim, the adopted father of both Daffy and Porky. While our two main characters are fully animated, Farmer Jim is mostly a static drawing played for full comic effect.
The movie is not just hilarious in how it captures the spirit of Looney Tunes, but also how it works as a parody of the alien invasion movies of the 1950s. From mind control, alien goo, 50s style flying saucers, and the title of the film itself, this movie is a perfect homage to those old school science fiction movies. However it’s mixed with that very chaotic tone that you expect from Looney Tunes and features enough twists that make the movie feel fresh and funny! The big masterplan of the alien invader is ridiculous but makes sense within the nature of the film!
OVERALL
This is about as good as a Looney Tunes movie can get and the flaws it has, aren't worth mentioning! I never got the appeal of Space Jam, and this is coming from a kid of the 90s. That movie should’ve been my childhood, but it just doesn’t work for me. As for Looney Tunes: Back in Action, I have a soft spot for that movie, but even then I can’t deny that The Day The Earth Blew Up blows that one out of the water. It’s got spectacular animation, it’s fateful to the source material, the characters are fun, and it’s jam-packed with jokes that made me laugh hard! Not to mention it has a lot of heart when it comes to Daffy and Porky’s friendship. It’s a reminder of what made Looney Tunes work in the first place and why they will endure until the end of time despite David Zaslav’s hatred for them!
RATING
GET OFF YOUR ASS AND GO SEE IT NOW!!!
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melishade · 2 days ago
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You know how we make movies out of old stories and myths from the past , just imagine if they made a movie or film about optimus or megatron and they got some aspects wrong like the paint job of megs and Op or the they made them more "bad" if you get it , Or they would make the Survey Corps stupid in a sense like when the Gaang from atla went to the theater and they were so humiliated by their interpretation of themselves, and if megatron is still there or optimus just comes to visit and they criticise the movie by say "they got that wrong" "levi wasn't that tall" , that would be hilarious,.
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Alright, time to talk about the events of AOP getting the Hamilton Treatment!
Thank you @justawannabearchaeologist and @echoblaze5 for your contributions to this conversation.
So again, this is post AOP, Optimus is already on Cybertron, things are going well. Willy decides to step back from politics and focus more on his passion project: Theatre! He started getting invested in it before the Liberio attack and it's only gotten worse once he learned about musicals from Jack, Miko, and Raf (much to Miko's horror). He's made pretty decent hits over the past few years, but he's been wanting to create a master piece. He remembers Hamilton and well....you can see where this is going.
Miko:
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So Willy starts putting in the work to make it a reality. He's thinking of set, vocals, costume design. Unfortunately for him, Megatron gets wind of this when Hanji brings up the fact that Willy been conducting interviews on the Survey Corps for some kind of pet project. They didn't get much of the details. Megatron goes to Willy and Willy explains what he's been doing. Megatron takes one look at the script.
Megatron grabs the trash can and drops the script in there.
Willy: You could have just said you don't like it!
Megatron: I'm helping you.
Willy:...I'm sorry what?
Megatron gets involved with theater production, cause Megatron can't murder, destroy, or be a gladiator, so this is the next best thing.
Hanji:...I mean...it's productive?
Levi: It's fucking weird!
Armin: Well it's better than him threatening everyone and wanting to murder them.
Erwin: Let's be honest, he's probably still threatening people over little details.
Levi: Someone has to stop this.
Megatron: Do it and I make you a caricature!
Levi: YOU WOULDN'T DARE!
Willy is still involved in the musical. He is the one funding this. Does all the costumes, sets, all that stuff. The writing portion? Yeah, Megatron has completely taken over with Willy trying to add some pointers. And when Megatron gets a writer's block, it's a whole thing. Hanji finds him in a river dealing with it.
Hanji: Hey, Megs. Do you need me to get anything for you?
Megatron: Hm.
Hanji: Sure? Nothing at all?
Megatron:...hm. Hanji: Alright, I will get the rust sticks.
Megatron: Hm.
Although, Megatron would ask to be under a pseudonym. He likes this privacy he has and he's already wrapped up in politics post AOP. He doesn't need the extra attention.
The Survey Corps do get to listen to it before it goes public and are surprised at how accurate it is. Willy is exhausted because of how many hoops Megatron practically made him go through for accuracy. Some of the Survey Corp members do get their own songs. Mikasa and Armin feel particularly embarrassed because the songs are good, it's just they feel awkward.
It feels even more weird when it becomes a success. Lol. Like it gets awards. Even the Autobots listen to it. And then Optimus hears about it on one of his rare visits to the AOT world.
Optimus:...Megatron, why?
Megatron: Look I'm not as blood thirsty as I used to be! I have to fill up my time!
Megatron makes Optimus watch it. And it's not great for Optimus because there would no doubt be a musical number that shows Optimus and Eren meeting, getting to know each other, their relationship deteriorating, and then Optimus killing him.
Optimus would probably have to leave at that point.
But alas, as Justa has said, it is historically accurate, so Optimus would archive it out of moral obligation.
Although Rung gets wind of the album and actually listens to it.
The Primes glaring at Rung from beyond the grave.
Rung:....So-!
Prima: REALLY?!
Rung: HE IS EXPRESSING HIMSELF CREATIVELY!
Liege Maximo: HE TOOK MY FRAGGING ARM!
Oh and vote in the poll if you haven't
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ganondoodle · 6 months ago
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(idk if anyone wants to keep hearing my opinions on totk book stuff but-)
apparently it says that rauru DID have kids, multiple even, which yeah... is kinda necessary for zelda to even be connected to them so much so that sonia can SENSE a blood connection (which, even with all the excuses with magic, is just a little too far for me to suspend my disbelief bc its over, OVER, ten thousand years worth of generations that seperate her from them that one lil touch of the hand can sense that (feels more like an attempt to make you care about them or .. see them as zeldas "better" parents just bc they exchange a few nice words, i never got the feeling they were 'better' parents and its also kinda disrespectful to her actual parents, like sure rhoam wasnt the best but i wouldnt call rauru better just bc he was polite)- i could see maybe the light power of hylia or sth but since its the coolest dude that ever lived rauru now that had it which still doesnt make sense and makes me unreasonably annoyed and she can sense BOTH of their powers in her? nah) the fact theres NOTHING about them in the game itself is just so ... no way they planned any of this
i dont think theres anything they can do or say that wont make be believe they either
are making it up alla 'fix it in post' mentality trying to hastily explain stuff the game never bothers to do to try and appease fans or let it appear as if they thought about it at all
something went really REALLY wrong during development, which kinda seems likely given how the game turned out (im sorry i cannot let go, its not just the writing, the game design too and how little was changed in the map while being so damn expensive, i dont know how people dont feel scammed q_q)
given that they (allegedly) spent the last entire year of development on polish (where??? where????? huh??? like it would make it more understandable (EXCEPT for the price) if there was alot of trouble, which was also bc it got delayed and ... turned out like this, but they dont want to say it, especially given their reputation, with that quote i have heard way too many times 'a delayed game blah blah') i just??
are they just gonna go and do it like they did with kashiwa (kass)? "they uuuh where flying around the whole time ony cool sonau tech maschines, you just dont see or hear from them ooooorrr they were uuuuh out of the country at the time" (sending invitations to other continents to join their glorious kingdom ;) )
(bet they are also gonna say they did all the stuff like ... moving the shrines around (lol?) and lifting the islands up into the sky- which is still weird bc ... didnt they also say they were living in the sky before coming to the surface?? so where?? did they park all their islands on the surface and the mystery kids had the keys so they had to repark them back into the sky after they returned off camera?? xD also why are the islands so different as an environment if they where from the surface? like even the STONE up there is different- and if they were first in the sky then on the surface and the nback in the sky .. why is there not a single yellow tree or grass in the past- you cant really argue that it changed bc they were up there so long bc .. nothing else changed, the suddendly and totally always there sonau buildings are largely in prime condition, only some slightly moldy, and what we see of the glorious past looks barely any different from the present, aside from like ... some standard trees shuffled, no castle yet and that glowy uwu filter DESPITE that stupidly long time frame between it)
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#ganondoodles rants#idk if others feel like that too but i cant shake the feeling there was something that either went horribly wrong during development-#-or the entire thing was neglected the whole time which is why its so .. i hesitate to even call it bare bones#...which is WILD given that its the supposed sequel to their best seeling zela game#like wtf where you doing#i get that the pressure can be immense but imo it wasnt that hard to make a sequel to thats better than totk#like i think it was harder to make totk like it is NOW bc it scraps and throws away so many things you could have easily used-#-as sequel material#its all so weird to me#my tin foil hat theory is still that they saw the success of the mario movie and immediately shifted everything to make more movies#bc it made so much money#and a movie is easier to make than a good game#so totk or botw2 at the time got the short end of the stick#which is why everything feels like .. so ... bare bones .. untested .. unfinished .. non sensical...#like an alpha build that got enough visual polish to look like a full game when its still an alpha build at its core#some main ideas like the abilities implemented and the basic map layers#mechanics functioning but untested on how it feels to play#like the sage controls and arrow fusing and ... contradictory game mechanics that dont work together#like the bulding WORKS but its clunky and underused- everything can be cheated so easily you dont even feel good cheating-#-bc it feels like the teacher just allowed you to mark your test with a green circle and you still got an A (or however USA grades work)#despite not even reading the questions- why attempt to solve a puzzle if you can just skip it#and how they tell you to be creative with it yet creativity gets punished and only efficiency is rewarded#which completely undermines the entire thing#...theres so much more you know i have ranted about it all before#ALSO rauru and sonia seemed like a rather newly wed couple to me- not one that had multiple kids that never appear-#since it only mentions rauru ..... if its only his then ... that doesnt explain anything bc zelda needs both sonia and rauru dna#................do sonau leave eggs to incubate somewhere heavenly or sth#watch out the springs where built to hatch rauru eggs bc they need the gods holy blessing bc they are oh so holy to hatch
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nwarrior777 · 11 days ago
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also like, it is so mesmerizing to watch performance of actor who play lover (Patrick) of Harvey Guillen's character (Eli) in Companion
cause it seems like director said smth like "so like, play it as, idk, you possessed by Love itself for Harvey Guillen's character, like, you obsessed and madly in love with him but this love is maybe feels like burning hell but at same time it's absolute heaven which are seen through your eyes which are bright cloudy sky on impressionists landscape, when you look at Harvey, and actually it is all You not just eyes then your characters together. like. does it even makes sense?" and the actor be like "sure!" and delivered Exactly That
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napoftustar · 1 month ago
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my best friend came to me said “one of our friends wanted to know/try out kpop and while others were sending blackpink, exo, bts songs i sent her txt!!! i’m the best, right???” HAHAHSGQGSHFJFJEJKDMQHF and i was like “proud of you lil soldier” hahsbdnwjqkdjxdmwkkf
#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SO CUTE#i said “well FIRSTLY. txt IS NOT kpop” hahahfhenwhfjckfjjdhddskmd just joking. but mean it too#these things make me sohappy idk why ahdhrnwjqkxkcmdhwhhdhxf#of course i immediately asked her which song she sent and she sent 0×1 lovesong and chasing that feeling. well. good choices#AND she said her friend fell in love with beomgyu hahshfbwbbqjskxkxhdg LIKEEEEE 0×1 beomgyu? of course? is there people who’s not in love#with him?? i don’t think so but anyways ALSO HER FRIEND said that she liked txt’s songs more and it’s more of her vibe#and HEAR ME OUT. i know her ok. i don’t know her very well but we met once and my best friend tells me about her so i have an idea about he#personality. and I THINK SHE WOULD LOVE TXT. and she would fall for their music IF I WAS THERE to explain her well#because she already fell for the music‚ she just needs someone to explain the lyrics and etc to her and....... i just feel like txt’s music#would really help her. anyways so i was like SEND HER TO ME RIGHTTTT NOW I NEED TO INTRODUCE MY TUBATU PROPERLY ahhshfbensnsbdhxjjdjs#but anyways ...... my friend said if her friend is interested to know more she will direct her to me hahdbfnwnsjdjxhfh#no but i asked her music taste and my friend send me her spotify profile and i looked at the artists she listens#she mostly listens turkish —the reason my friend said because she wants to understand the music she listens? valid...#but THE ARTISTTSSS she listens to.... they’re mostly stars of the turkish rock and i also love them and the songs i would recommend to her#immediately flew around my mind ㅠㅠㅠ and honestly my first choices wouldn’t be 0×1 & ctf. it would be#growing pain‚ quarter life‚ farewell neverland‚ higher than heaven‚ forty one winks‚ miracle....... ㅠ#but apparently they were talking about music videos and she wanted to recommend something with the mv. and again‚ i said good choice hahdnf#because 0×1 lovesong music video is one of my favs. it really is like a mini movie soooooooooo. but anyways ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ i hope her friend itche#to know more... i know... i feel like she would love it...#i mean i get the “understanding what you hear” part but... it’s okay.. i can tell you about it... we can learn korean together hahshdnsnqjg#the language isn’t a big problem for me but i agree that if you know the language‚ you enjoy it even more. and you also get to appreciate#the art even more. that’s why i’m trying to learn korean and..... that’s also why.... i want to learn japanese too because#WELL AGAIN BECAUSE OF TUBATU hahdnenwkskcjcg because i’m in love with their japanese discography too and i’d love to understand it even mor#but no really there are great japanese artists which i fell in love with their songs... but japanese looks so scary idk... yup#sighs. i know she won't misunderstand me but i hope i didn't sound like a freak ahahfnensjkdjchfnsks because i can't help it#i feel obligated to tell people about txt’s music. because it changed and made me gain so many perspectives in my life... i’m grateful and#it’s just so beautiful..... i need more people to know this. and i also can’t stop yapping about the things i deeply love. so yes#can’t stop can’t stop lost it in your eyes~~#**AND IT CONtinues to change so many aspects of my life. everytime i listen i hear something new i realize something different i learn#something valuable.. and i think that’s just magical. <3
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firemama · 1 year ago
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If I had the power to become a Disney bitch that can just remake one of their classics because that's what Disney does these days, id remake Aladdin.
It'd still be animated and the goal would be a consistent style trilogy (without the sudden and sharp drop in animation quality preferably please god).
Completely scrapping the 'return of Jafar' plot line, I'd make the second movie in the trilogy about exploring the ramifications of aladdin's wish. He did not wish to *look* like a prince, he wished to BE a prince. Somewhere out there aladdin is the prince of some country or city or something and I would love to explore that as a technicality to aladdin and jasmine trying to get married. Especially if perhaps that kingdom is NOT on good terms with agrabah. They're trying to get all the arrangements done and theres a big joke about paperwork and getting the prince-requirment law squared away and then bam, the "well actually-" comes from genie and the rest of the movie is about exploring this new territory of aladdin. Who is marrying into Royalty and Politics, actually having to deal with some of that.
And then at the end of the movie, when all of that is sorted out, genie drops the second "well actually-" that aladdin was always sort of a prince anyway. Just not the inherited of any kind of land. You see, al, buddy, your dad's a king of thieves.
Movie three is that the wedding is once, again, delayed. Because now we have to deal with the fuckin ramifications of "what the fuck do you mean I'm the son of a famous criminal?" And the revelation that genie actually knows aladdin's parents. Movie three includes returning to the Magic Treasure Hoard where aladdin initially gets the lamp- "only One May Enter Here" being that aladdins father (deceased) left the cave as a sort of will of his treasure trove, a bounty worthy of a King Of Thieves. Including the most valuable artifact of the trove, the Genie In The Lamp, the most valuable treasure that was responsible for aladdin's fathers success as the king of thieves in the first place. We see some stories of Genie and Aladdins father- from rags to riches via crime, maybe the love story of aladdin's parents, (maybe some hints to why genie says "i dont like doing it" as to being able to bring back the dead rather than outright "i cant do it") and plausibly that the genie and aladdins father made the same deal, I'll use my two wishes and then free you, but (possibly following that failed attempt to bring back the dead as in trying to bring back aladdin's dead mother shortly after aladdin is born?) In the grief of that failure aladdin's father decides to use his last wish (possibly to arrange the Cave of Wonders for his sons inheritance or something) and ultimately betrays genies trust.
We get a little heart to heart with aladdin and genie- "I don't think your dad was a bad guy, per se, but-" and the classic Disney "what matters is that you kept your promise, and that's why I've stuck with you even after freedom, it's the magic of friendship"
and then once we work out reparations of the cave of wonders - using all of that stolen fortune inheritance to better aladdin's accidentally aquisitioned kingdom, and provide agrabah a stable fucking childcare system for orphans, and a whole other musical mintage of do-gooding, they FINALLY get their royal wedding- a unity wedding between these two lands and isn't it glamorous.
ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE.
The whole big damb deal where Aladdin and Jasmines partnership is weighted against the genies freedom is so stupid when you consider. Aladdin could have just fucking handed the lamp to Jasmine? 3 more wishes. They solve the whole thing in movie one. Jasmine gets the lamp, makes a wish that Jafar will never escape the cave of wonders, wishes that there were bo laws restricting her personal freedoms any more than anyone else (marry who she wants AND go to the market) and then a third wish that argrbah under her rule will know ages of peace and tranquility. Then she hands that damb lamp back to Aladdin, Aladdin wishes the genie free, big happy celebration fireworks scene. (They do the heart to heart thing where they say they'll miss eachother after genie cuts himself off from talking about seeing the world. Obviously. That still needs to happen. They're friends, you honor.)
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simcardiac-arrested · 1 year ago
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i don’t think we’re ever getting out of the “we’re just friends” “oh yeah those characters are such good friends (sarcasm)” “they’re not friends they’re gay” etc etc hole. we’re never getting out of that hole
#yes it’s bad when people try to erase gay relationships to portray them as friends and nothing more#that is NOT what i mean. i’m talking about when people do the Opposite Thing and decide that when characters are romantic togethr#then suddenly they’re not friends anymore! or if they say they’re friends they’re lying!#like … i was watching nimona with my friend yesterday and like. if you’ve seen the movie you know how obviously gay and in love bal and#ambrosius are. and then there’s this one moment where ambrosius says ‘i have lost everything the man i love my best friend’ and at that#moment my friend was like It’s sad that they decided to censor their relationship even though this movie is still rly gay :( and i was like#WHAT are you saying ? these two men are clearly in love with one another BUT they’re also best friends. Like those are things that can#coexist!! and DO coexist!!! there are many cases where people consider their romantic partners their best friends . or even refer to them as#their best friends more than just partner!!!!!! LIKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYINGGGG . does anybody get it#does anybody understand#i’m so sick of amatonormativity i’ll start eating drywall#yes i love making ‘oh they seem like really good friends’ jokes because i know how most people interpret those jokes. but to me it’s like#well. they ARE really good friends. they’re just also romantic/gay about it. ghhehghh#maybe one day friendship will stop being seen as something lesser maybe one day people will realize that most romance is also friendship#and your partner can be and in most cases is your friend or your best friend even#and maybe one day we’ll stop acting like friendship & romance are two mutually exclusive things#and maybe sure that gay character is calling their love interest their Best Friend because of denial and repressed emotions and whatever#but have u considered that it’s just true and they really are best friends ?? like when crowley calls az his best friend sure that might be#gay denial but they also literally Are best friends i don’t know what to tell you. and they will always be best friends#DOES ANYBODY GET IT !!!!!!!! js any of this making sense i dont know. I love complaining#crammerposting
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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years ago
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-randomly sees a screenshot of jamie and lily from the city of bones movie, where they seem to embody jace and clary, and am once again sad that we didn't get a city of ashes movie-
#like. to be clear. i KNOW that the city of bones movie has flaws--and i can tell you what they all are--but for me at least the positives#outweigh the negatives#and one of those things is that the cast really was perfect imo (and a lot of other people's opinions too)#though that's not to insult the shadowhunters cast at all of course. i think they're great and did the best with what they were give#i. personally. just don't really like shadowhunters because of how much they changed from the books#and even outside of that--if i ignored book to show comparisons--at least with the first season (the only one i watched) a lot of the#choices they were making with their own rules they were making didn't make a lot of sense. though i hear it gets better if season one so#maybe i should give it another chance sometime...#but back to city of ashes... i feel like. if city of bones had done well. city of ashes could have been better than city of bones and even#more book accurate (since that was some fans' issues with the first film) since the studio would have realized there was an audience there#and to take it more seriously. we've seen that kind of thing before. like with how the twilight movies actually became more book accurate#after the first film was a success#though that's not the world we live in of course. -sighs- oh well#maybe someday we'll get a really good and accurate tmi adaptation#i'm also looking forward to/cautiously optimistic about the the infernal devices show. PLEASE don't mess it up. PLEASE#that's my--and many--fans' favorite of the shadow world series. and it could/should be SO good. PLEASE!
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celiaelise · 4 months ago
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... when a movie or TV show seems too depressing/stressful/gory/intense for me to enjoy, but the story really interests me, but then LUCKILY it's based on a book or comic... only for me to learn that everyone who has read the source material universally agrees it sucks ass, and the adaptation definitely improved the story.
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how do you think the boys would be with an mc who's like deathly scared of sex, like she wants it but is so terribly frightened of it :( like she can cuddle and kiss them but she gets scared when things get sexual :(
I have so many asks in my inbox but this one caught my eye :3
This took kinda a dark turn in zayne's + Caleb's so tw for dubcon/noncon, not proof read
CW: fam!reader (she/her pronouns used) male masturbation, making out, pantie stealing (?) baby trapping, use if 'gege' (Caleb's) let me know if I missed any 🩷
Dividers by @/v6que and @/anitalenia!!
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Xavier — ୨୧
Xavier would never force you into doing anything that you're not comfortable with. He wouldn't be pushy at all. When you're ready, he's ready. But that doesn't mean he doesn't get blue balls when you make out with him :(
Your lips moving perfectly against his, his tongue caressing yours... His hands on your hips.. But it's all gone when he starts to lose his resolve and grinds his hips against yours. You pull away, Xavier mentally cursing himself for getting ahead of himself and ruining the moment.
So when he leaves your place somewhere around 10:30 pm after finishing a movie, the moment he steps into his apartment he rushes to his room to relieve himself.
He thinks about how your cunt would feel wrapped around his length, so warm and tight. Pumping his cock in his fist, pre cum seeping from his slit. He can't help but cum moaning your name.
Rafayel — ୨୧
Rafayel can be needier than most, but he always puts your comfort before his. He loves you to the point where just having your presence around him is enough to satisfy him.
So the first time you get intimate with him is very cute! Playfulness and teasing all around. Rafayel takes a more wholesome approach to things, making sure to praise you the way you deserve.
Feather light kisses, giggling and other wholesome things to lighten up the mood. Because there's one thing Rafayel doesn't want you feeling when being intimate with him, that being scared.
Zayne — ୨୧
Zayne is totally fine with you not being comfortable being intimate with him. He's a busy guy, so chased kiesses and cute dates work fine. At least that's what you see on the outside.
On the inside, he is raging with sexual frustration. He does a good job of hiding it though, taking cold showers to get rid of his sexual tension. It gets to a point where cold showers aren't cutting it anymore.
And before he knows it, he's using the spare key to you apartment. He's going through your underwear drawer, he tries to rationalize his actions. But the way you cute black lace panties feel around his cock overpowers any sanity he has left.
And if you found out? Could you really blame him? You make it hard not to loose control of his usually composed demeanor.
Sylus — ୨୧
Sylus is nothing if not patent. The time will come when you will get over your fears, the time will come when you crave him in every way he craves you.
And when that time comes, you will share the same longing Sylus has felt for lifetimes. Sylus is nothing if not gentle. Slow, soft and sensual. His hands moving all over your body, his lips fitting perfectly with yours.
He loves the way you look at him, unsure, hesitant... He loves when your face contorts in pleasure, when you realize that there was nothing to be fearful of. He loves when you depend on him for pleasure, because he's the only one you can make you feel good.
He's the only one who can make you see stars when you give him your everything.
Caleb — ୨୧
Caleb knows your scared, it's okay, he only wants the best for you. And the best thing for you is to go dumb on his cock and take his seed. Let him knock you up, he knows it's scary. But when he fucks his baby into you, everything will be okay, you'll be safe.
He'll make sure of it, you trust him right? His pipsqueak trusts her gege to make the right choice for her? Ssh ssh it's okay I know baby, just take it... Just focus on how good it feels. As he pumps his hot load into you, tears streaming down your face.
He would kiss your tears away and tell you how good you were for him, he would apologize for hurting you... He was just doing what's in your best interest, you can forgive him right?
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Pornstar!Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x female reader
⇢ word count: roughly 7K
⇢ plot: as a broke student, you sign up for an assistant job at a movie set. It turns out the job is more than you bargained for.
⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, swearing, size kink, pierced big-cock Touya, fingering, cunnilingus (f receiving), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity, overstimulation, exhibitionism (sex in front of other people (movie set)), creampie, sweet aftercare
⇢ personal note: thank you @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for bring my beta again! As for what you're all about to read – I have no regrets. Virgin kink goes brrr
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"College has always been so crucial, such an essential part of what measures a person’s worth and determines their future."
They say college life is quite challenging. That it can help you come to realize your potential, that you learn more about yourself while in it. That the challenges you experience in university help you grow into a mature person in society.
You have several challenges to face. There's the problem that you focus entirely too much on your studies. In some ways, it’s to secure your future and to compensate for your lack of private life. In other ways, it makes you, because of inexperience, too naive for your own good. Or, as your friends have called it: too innocent. You've never had anyone touch you, never been with anyone in that way. Thus, you never get the hint when someone hits on you or finds you attractive. You have excellent grades – but unlike many of your peers, you’re still a virgin. 
Another challenge you are facing is that you aren't wealthy. One semester into your studies, you are closer to the end than you expected. Leaving your landlord's buro, you take a few steps before coming to a halt and close your eyes as if to gain some semblance of composure. You're broke and desperately need money to cover your rent and living expenses. The bank isn't going to give you another loan, and you find yourself on the verge of having to leave college without a family to support your education.
They say you have to fail first to be successful in the future. But you are beyond failing – you are simply screwed. 
You are very aware of your financial predicament. And you loathe having to live day to day on just pennies. To put it short—you are sick of being a broke-ass, loser virgin.
You sigh. 
Giving up is not a choice. So you do the next best thing: grab life by the horns and start looking for a job. Searching under your bed, clothing pockets, and between couch cushions, you scrounge up enough money to get a local newspaper. In its classified ads, only a few offers deem themselves feasible with your busy school schedule: a late-night shift at a local diner, pizza delivery, or a job doing telemarketing. None of those sound too appealing, but there might not be a choice. Then, your gaze stops at an offer that sounds too good. A movie company is looking for a production assistant on a film set; you don't need prior experience, work hours are during the weekends, and pay is double what the other jobs offer.
You don’t think before hastily grabbing your phone, punching in the number, and waiting while the dial tone rings.
After a distinct click over the other line, a man hisses, "Shimura?"
"Uhm, hi. I- I am calling about the assistant job offer. I was wondering—"
"You're hired. Tomorrow at 5 pm," the man at the other end interrupts in an annoyed tone.
He rattles off the address as you fumble around for a pen, hastily writing it down when you find it.
Before you can reply, he finishes with Don't be late and hangs up unceremoniously.
You exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath since he started speaking.
What the hell just happened? 
***
The path to the location is littered with brown leaves, and you struggle to keep from slipping as you walk toward the building. The address given to you is an old warehouse on the edge of town. Its monotonous, featureless walls covered in graffiti make it feel abandoned. There are no visible signs that anything is happening inside at all.
As you walk across the parking lot, you start to see small indications of life: fancy cars—far too fancy for this area- and sensual music permeating through the corrugated steel walls. 
You weren’t sure how to dress for a job you knew nothing about, so you opted for blue jeans, a white blouse, and pointy shoes with heels. Your hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and simple smokey eyes complete the look. 
You aim for a large steel door that the cars are all parked close to. As you lift your head, you take in the old brick building you are standing in front of, lined with large casement metal windows. 
There is a single doorbell, no name on it, and you hesitate before inhaling and pressing it with the tip of your finger.
You hear a clicking sound, and then the heavy door swings inwards. 
Alright, here goes nothing.
***
The set is surprisingly professional—like a luxurious bedroom sliced in half. A row of chairs faces the set on a concrete floor behind multiple cameras and some sound equipment, with the crew standing around talking.
The producer, Tenko, as he introduces himself to you–with tufts of pale hair and seemingly chronic dry lips in dire need of some chapstick – explains that your job will consist of helping around the set, distributing beverages, and handing out the script. Simple work you could do. After introducing you to the crew, he hands you a stack of papers, instructing you to pass them out.
Then you see her—the actress. She is gorgeous, dressed in an ivory-colored silk robe. Her hair is the color of the sun. Her skin is flawless and tanned, and her body is perfect- although almost definitely sculpted by a professional surgeon.
"Where the fuck is he?" You hear Tenko grumble, pulling a phone from his pocket, thumb tapping against the screen.
A flurry of activity breaks your concentration. A door flies open, and a man strides through—the leading actor, you gather, from how everyone else suddenly perks up.
"Fucking finally," the pale-haired director groans, tucking his cell back into the pocket of his jacket.
The man's hair is coal-colored, falling in messy strands into his face. His eyes remind you of the bright ocean, almost glowing in the dim light of the set. His sharp lips pull into a wide grin, his canines peeking out. He is casually dressed, wearing a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, allowing you to notice just how well-toned his arms are. He is handsome, with delicate yet masculine features and sharp angles set in his face. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his thin lips form a troublesome grin when his eyes meet yours. 
Shit. 
He holds your gaze before dragging his sinfully blue eyes over your figure and looking away again. Your heart skips a beat because even in the low light, you can see that the actor is incredibly hot. Totally your type. You can't help but stare at him, watching how he moves, the way his muscles ripple under the thin fabric of his shirt, the way his thighs bulge in his tight pants. 
Speaking of bulge. 
It's the biggest one you've ever seen, and the sight of it sends a pang straight to your core. Your cheeks heat up automatically. 
Stop it!
You curse inwardly a few times for thinking lewd thoughts on a professional movie set.
But—you can't help it. He just looks too handsome. It stirs something inside of you you've never felt before. You sigh, knowing that this man has already made his way into your dreams, but in the end, they’ll stay just that— dreams. 
Someone like him would never want to lay a hand on you.
As he approaches the stage, the man stops dead in his tracks, staring at the actress with a bored expression. 
“Not her again.” You hear him groan.
The actress snaps her head around, a stunned expression on her face. “Pardon me?”
"The script calls for an innocent girl." The actor deadpans. "No one's gonna believe that with you in the female role."
The actress jumps to her feet. “How dare you talk about me like that!”
Tenko hisses, “Didn't you read the script? You would have known you film with her today, Touya—"
“I told you not to use my real name on set,” he says with a blase, somewhat impatient gaze.
“And I told you not to let out your frustration on the set, Dabi.” The director retorts.
“Frustration caused by your actions.” Dabi deadpans.
You hold your breath as your eyes dart from the director to Dabi and back to the actress. The rest of the crew acts like this is an everyday commotion on the set. 
“This is not a request— I'm not doing the scene with her, " Dabi says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The actress jumps from her chair, visibly outraged, as her cheeks flare red with anger. “You're such a dick!”
“Yeah, you're right. But I’m the best dick in the industry.” He turns around, a sardonic finality in his tone.
You stare at the scene before you, the forgotten papers clutched tightly to your chest. The blonde woman stares at the dark-haired man, infuriated. 
“So, it's either me—or her.” Dabi addresses Tenko, who isn't even trying to de-escalate the situation. “That's my final say.”
“I can't believe you're doing this to me!" The woman wails exaggeratedly.
"Sweetheart, we need someone who conveys innocence. Not some chick as fake-looking as you," Dabi purrs with false care. “Go carry your plastic off the stage already.”
Tenko scratches his neck in annoyance. He watches as the actress slings an array of profanities at Dabi before storming off with quick strides toward the door, slamming it shut behind her.
The dark-haired man stands at ease, reaching into his pants pocket to retrieve a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. “Thank god she's gone. What were you thinking, Tenko?”
“Dabi, she's the most requested—” 
“I don't give a fuck.” he runs a free hand through his dark bangs. “She sucks.”
You listen to them bicker, getting more confused by the second. 
“So—what do you expect me to do now?” Tenko's scratching increases as he starts pacing up and down the set. “Production costs will double if we cut and pick things up on a different day. Not to mention the cost of finding a new replacement.”
He jumps off his chair, pacing around the set. Then he grumbles, “We’ll take a ten-minute break. I need to come up with a solution or else—”
“We need someone Pretty, no makeup, normal clothes.” Dabi suggests, "That won't be too expensive. Someone who looks undefiled, innocent.” Dabi's gaze wanders across the room. “Like a student or something.”
Then he sees you, and a smirk tugs at his lips. His stunning sapphire eyes look you up and down. You swallow hard, your shaking hands almost crumpling the papers in their tight grip.
"Like her." Teal eyes narrow as they focus on you. 
You blink back at him dumbly, the room around you completely silent.
"Me?" You answer, his words catching you off guard.
"Yep. You." Dabi's smirk returns, a playfulness in his eyes. 
The director stares at you with the same baffled expression written on your face. "Her?"
"Yep. Her." His grin widens.
"B-But, I can't!" You counter. " I'm a simple student, not an actress—"
"That's exactly what we need." The twinkle in his eyes is still there, "And you have a pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, I—” You catch yourself, your cheeks flaring hot. “W- What does that even have to do with this movie?"
Suddenly, the room goes alive with murmurs and whispers.
Dabi quirks a brow. "You're telling me you don't know?"
"Don't know what?" You helplessly look around.
The dark-haired man turns to his director, "You didn't tell her?!"
Tenko mumbles something about how you would have found out eventually. 
Dabi steps toward you and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Doll, this is an adult film set."
"A what?" You dumbly blink at him.
"An adult film set. You know, where people fuck." He leans forward, deep azures sparkling salaciously. "You know how fucking works, don't you?"
"Yes, I mean—in theory?" A heat washes over your face and flushes down your entire body.
"Yes or no. What is it?" Dabi asks teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
The heat in your face has reached the tip of your ears as you stammer. "It's none of your business."
He steps even closer. "C’mon, sweetheart, tell us."
He smirks, eyes narrowing as he leans closer. He looks at your lips, then back at your eyes. You can smell him with how close he is leaning in. His deep, masculine scent surrounds you, sending a jolt of heat straight through your core. Even though your mind wants to scream at him, to tell him off, you hear a timid voice whisper, "I’ve used my fingers? Maybe some toys?"
It is your voice.
"You're telling me you've never done it with another person?" This time, it is Dabi’s turn to sound baffled as he leans back, taking you in. "That you're a virgin."
"I-I…" You stammer, swallowing dryly.
Looking over his shoulders, he calls over to his director, "It'll break records if we film this. You're aware of that, right?"
"I am." Tenko snaps, scratching at his neck irritably, "You don't need to tell me."
"Ok, then it's a deal.” He nods towards you. “I want her—or I'm leaving."
"You little piece of—" Tenko growls. "That's extortion."
"You won't regret it," Dabi says, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Shouldn’t I have a say on this too?" You ask, but both men ignore your words.
"Ok, it's a deal," Tenko murmurs. "How much do we pay her?"
Dabi turns his gaze back to you. "You need money, right? Or else you wouldn't be here.”
"That’s none of your business."
"C'mon, sweetheart, This is your chance."
“Yes, I mean… " a sound of annoyance bubbles up your throat. "I can't afford my rent anymore, and my landlord will kick me out if I don't pay up soon."
“I sense an opportunity here," Dabi smirks. "Tenko, how much will you pay her if she agrees to do this with me?"
"How much do you want?" Tenko asks you.
“I-I don't know. I've never thought about it." You shyly add.
"Pay her rent plus an allowance," Dabi suggests. "Tenko, you know she's worth it."
"That’s too m—" You swallow hard.
Tenko mumbles disgruntledly: "OK, I'll do it.” 
“You what?" His words leave you stunned.
Dabi interrupts quickly. "What he's saying, sweetheart, is that he'll pay for your rent - if you let me fuck you.”
His lewd words and the deep blue pools of his stunning eyes send a flutter through your stomach. 
“In front of all these people?!" 
“That's what porn is all about, doll.” Dabi chuckles, studying your reaction.
You swallow hard.
"So? What's it gonna be?" He cocks his head, waiting. 
You have always prioritized safety, so common sense tells you to stick to your usual way of life. However, look where common sense has led you: You're almost broke and may need to drop out of college. 
This could be a bad decision. But, it's time to throw safety to the sea.
"OK, I'll do it," you proclaim, and a round of applause and cheers erupt on the set while Dabi nods appreciatively.
“Congratulations, you're hired. Now, get ready before I change my mind.” Tenko waves a hand. “We still have a movie to film here.”
Your heart starts to race, a crushing weight bearing down on your chest. But you know that you have no choice. It's either a free porn loan—or being a forced college dropout. Taking a deep breath, you ball your hands into fists, trying to ignore the signs of panic your body is giving you.
"Okay, everyone, resume positions. And hand her the script.” Tenko moves to his chair, sitting down in it. “Let's do the first take." 
"Hold on," Dabi says. "Why not do it a bit differently this time? No script, no acting— just raw footage. The whole thing.”
“You mean a one-shot film?” Tenko looks surprised. “I suppose that would work. Especially with a new actress.”
“Are you okay with that, doll?” Dabi smiles at you, and there's a warmth in his voice that wasn't there before.
“Do I have a choice?” you sigh.
“Not really.” He winks.
"Are you two lovebirds done flirting over there? " Tenko asks, " Because we're ready to film.”
“We weren't flir—” you protest, but Dabi bridges the distance between you.
"So, sweetheart?" He leans in, his face hovering close, sharing a breath with you. "How are you feeling about being fucked on camera?"
“Nervous.” you bite your lips, your face starting to burn.
"Doll, don't be; just focus on me," he soothes, stroking your cheek. “Forget about everyone else; I'll take care of you.”
He takes your hand and pulls you towards the bedroom set.
“Quiet!” Tenko raises a hand, and complete silence falls over the set as the crew prepares to film you both. 
Tenko calls out a set of commands, which different crew members around the room answer.
“Sound?”
“Set.”
“Camera?”
“Set.”
“Roll sound.”
“Sound rolling.”
“Roll camera.” 
“Camera Speed.” 
“Marker.”
A man with a clapper board enters the scene and calls, "Scene one. Take—uhm— whatever." 
Dabi nods, and that is the cue. The lights dim, and the cameras vanish into the darkness; only the red lights betray their existence. 
You glance around, your stomach in knots, as you realize that this is no game, that this is it. The only thing visibly lit was the bed standing a few feet away. The crew's faces are barely visible as everyone watches you, the man behind the camera tilting it, filming you from bottom to top.
“Hey baby, you alright?” You hear Dabi's voice.
“N-No, not really.” You stammer, your hands trembling, your breathing picking up, as your eyes frantically dart around the dark set. “I don't know if I can do this.”
“Sweetheart, look at me.” You feel a finger hook under your chin when Dabi tilts your head to meet his gaze. It's intense, the turquoise of his irises gleaming almost unnaturally. 
You feel your heart sink into your stomach as his thumb caresses your skin. When he closes the already minimal distance between you, your eyes flutter close in reflex. His lips are sensually warm and addicting against your cheek, and your heart starts thrashing wildly inside your chest in response. Something changes between you, an intimacy blooming as the voices of the people mute.
It's all you need to distract your mind, to make your body heat up. Not with anxiety—
—but in anticipation. 
“Are you ready to give me your virginity?” His low voice rumbles close to your ear.
You nod, like in a haze, every caress of his lips causes your skin to tingle, to burn with passion. He shifts, and you feel him faintly brush your lips, and a zap of electricity courses through your veins. Then, your lips are united in his first tentative kiss. They are so soft, and the way he kisses you is so delicate, almost tender— deliberately slow.
You relax, giving in to how wonderful this feels. His tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, and you feel your brain short-circuiting. Angling your head to the side, you part your lips, begging him to enter. Dabi reacts instantly, his tongue slipping your mouth, delving deeper, tasting you, consuming you.
You groan—how could a man taste so good?
It makes your knees buckle, and you start panting into his mouth, your instincts taking over, your body reacting to his touch. A desire, a passion, awakens like a wild animal roaring, and you feel a wave of arousal pool in your panties. You can't help it, and you slide your hand underneath his shirt, your other hand circling his neck. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, but the sound carries off into a groan when you rake your nails down the small of his back. 
As he breaks away, a warmth lingers between you and him while he admires your wet, pink, swollen lips, "A little eager for your first time, huh?"
The kiss leaves you dizzy, and you can't seem to form an answer, too stricken by his closeness and intoxicating scent.
The moment passes, and then his lips smash against yours so fast you don't even have time to react. He presses his hips against yours, his clothed hardness grazing against your heat, letting you feel just how hard you’ve made him.
Holy shit.
He's not gentle anymore; he's rough and demanding now. He is taking you, enjoying the shaky gasps that leave your lips. Dabi’s hands trail down your side to find your ass cheeks. He lifts you by the thighs onto his waist skillfully, never breaking the kiss. Carrying you easily toward the bed he releases his hold and you topple onto it, panting heavily.
The lights around you heat the air, and you notice one camera panning across the set while the other tracks toward you on a dolly. Just as your heart starts picking up an anxious speed again, you see a movement to the side. Dabi yanks his shirt above his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with every movement.
The second the fabric touches the floor, he's on you with his lips pressed to yours and his tongue in your mouth. You feel yourself getting lost in the moment of passion and all you can see is him. Your stomach somersaults and the world around you ceases to exist; it is just you and him— the people around you and the cameras wholly forgotten. The world, right now, only revolves around the two of you.
“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes into your mouth, hazy eyes glowing with arousal. "How do you taste so fucking good?”
You feel his hand sneak underneath your shirt to slowly pull it off over your head. Next, he skillfully removes the rest of your clothes off until you are lying below him, sex and breasts cupped by delicate cotton underwear. 
“Look at that,” he muses. “So innocent.”
Sliding his hand behind your back, he unhooks the bra with an expert pinch of his fingers. Your breasts spill out as he slides the straps off your shoulders, tossing it aside. Then his gaze lingers on your soft, round tits.
“Damn,” he cups them and squeezes them gently, “Where have you been hiding, girl? You're perfect.”
He slides his fingers over your nipples and a low moan tears from your throat. Dabi lets out a low rumble as his hands continue to work your breasts, rubbing and plucking at your stiffening nipples. There’s a deep throb low in your body, pulsing between your thighs, and you're startled at the way you’re reacting. You are so turned on—his touch only adds to your body’s cravings, and as his large palms glide over your breasts; it pulls the breath from your lungs as it simultaneously fuels your desire. His thumbs drag over your nipples again, rolling it between his fingers before leaning down to lick at your pebbled nub. He makes you feel breathless with excitement the more he focuses on toying with your breasts, rolling the tips back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 
It makes you crazy with need until you're aching, shivering throughout your entire body. You're gasping for breath the entire time Dabi has his lips wrapped around your erect nub, sucking it to send a tingling sensation straight through to your core. Then he's biting just hard enough to make you squeal before soothing the puckered nub with a flick of his tongue.
“You’ve got the most amazing tits,’ Dabi murmurs against your skin. “So soft and full. So natural.”
While he switches from pliant nipple to pliant nipple, you feel a stray hand hook its fingers under the seams of your panties. He releases your nipple with a pop and peppers kisses down to your tummy while he adeptly pulls the little piece of fabric down and off your legs. You're now utterly naked below him while Dabi continues revering your body with wet kisses and nibbles, moving downward until you feel his warm breath on your pubic mound. He spreads your trembling legs, his eyes glazing over your pussy, pupils expanding and then retracting into pin slits.
"Look at that pretty pussy." His breath is hot against your soaked folds. "And so fucking wet—you're dripping."
A shameful sound spills from your lips at his words, and you writhe in his hold. But his hands keep you in place. 
"You're seriously telling me,” he slides his fingers up and down your glistening folds, “No one's been here before?"
You squirm below him as a camera zooms in on where Dabi’s eyes are affixed– between your thighs.
“Cause you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” He snickers. “And I've seen a lot.” 
His warm, calloused fingers slide up and down your slippery folds, his hot breath fanning over your sex. Then he spreads apart your sweet lips; it makes you shudder in anticipation, and Dabi chuckles.
“I can see you twitching for me.” A finger sinks in, making you arch your back the deeper it goes. 
The camera behind him zooms in on your blushing face, and you cover it with trembling hands. 
"Nu-uh, no hiding. Look at me." He slaps your clit lightly—making you jolt. "Let us see your pretty face."
You whimper softly, because you've touched yourself before—
—but this just feels so much more intense.
“Dabi—” you choke out, flinching in pleasure when he slides a hand underneath your ass, 
raising your hips to have more access to you. 
“Relax, baby, I'll take care of you.” A growl tears from his throat, and then he drags his tongue over your gleaming folds, tasting you. 
You cry out, your body shuddering. Over and over, Dabi licks you with deep, claiming strokes, using his tongue to explore every bit of you. 
“Damn, you taste better than anything I've ever tasted.” He pushes his wet muscle into your core, frantic to have more of you. 
“Oh my God. Dabi!” Your toes curl, and your thighs tighten around him. You're both – startled and aroused at his eagerness. Any worries you have are melting away as he drags his tongue over you again and again, making you squirm with need.
A moan escapes your lips– loud, uncontrolled– when his tongue flicks over your folds. When he grazes your little button, you jolt as if you've been stung. 
He hums appreciatively and buries his face into your warmth, seeking out that sweet nub. Your body jerks as he moves his tongue over it, repeating the action when he does it again. You give a little wail, and your hands curl into the fabric the longer he teases. He eagerly works that spot, and you cry out with little choked gasps.
As his tongue circles your clitoris, your sensations spiral out of control. You can feel the tension increasing in your body with a growing urgency to be released. 
“Dabi,” you pant with every flick of his tongue. But he doesn't respond, does not hear– or pretends not to. He buries his face in your folds, hands holding you down by your hips.
With every quiver that moves through your body, with every shiver of response, every tensing of your muscles, you draw closer to the edge.
You writhe against Dabi, with his face between your thighs, lapping at your juices. All the while, he continues to work your little clit with his tongue in slow, steady strokes. 
Suddenly, the feeling that you’re about to cum overwhelms you. Your pussy clenches, dripping with your juices, and your clit is ready to burst.  
Your hips jerk against him, and then a release explodes in your mind, your thoughts crashing all around you. You come with a slight scream that morphs into a moan, but Dabi does not stop his ministrations—
—no.
He continues to lick and suck as you come and come and come.
It's too much; you feel like exploding. You’re a moaning mess, fingers slipping between Dabi’s strands, pushing and pulling at his roots unsure if you can take it if he keeps going like that. 
Your entire body is on fire. The orgasm continues to surge through you– more intense than anything you’ve experienced by yourself– with Dabi gently sucking and licking at your clit. You are delirious, feel like you are floating with no way to find your path back to earth. 
“Dabi, please—” you choke out.
Dabi’s mouth detaches from your overstimulated nub and straightens up, licking your cum’s sweetness off his lips. Crawling on top of you, he gazes into your eyes. “Doll, tell me—what do you want me to do?”
You see his jeans straining from the bulk of his erection and swallow, your body responding with a flood of hormones. 
“Please fuck me,” you whisper, thinking in ways you never have before.
You want to beg him to be gentle, but you can’t seem to form the words when you see him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his jeans, his eyes carefully watching your expression as he does. His cock springs to life, and you swallow thickly. It's enormous—and pierced. 
You feel a momentary pang of doubt, questioning if that monster will even fit inside you. The previous excitement and adrenaline pumping through your veins gradually turn to panic. Your breathing picks up as you stare at his cock, wide-eyed. 
“You look worried,” Dabi says, stroking it with one hand. His raised eyebrows and amused grin tell you he's used to this type of reaction. 
“Are you sure…” you nod towards his cock.
“Trust me,” he says. “I’ll make sure you feel good. It’ll be the greatest thing you'll ever experience.”
Your entire body yearns for his touch, and there’s no way you're saying no now. He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves to hold himself in hand to align his cock with your entrance.  
"Do you want me to fuck you?’ Dabi asks as he drags the head of the tip up and down your slit. 
“‘S not gonna fit,” you whine with a worried expression.
“Don't be scared,” Dabi says, "I know what I'm doing. So, you'll be a good girl and take it all, right?”
“I'm not sure,” you whisper.
“I know you can...” His eyes stare at you with a desire so intense that you almost feel intimidated. 
He’s spreading you wide open, hands on your knees, before he moves one to hold himself and align his cock to your entrance. The pressure between your legs increases as Dabi nudges the pierced tip of his cock against you.
“Get ready,” he whispers.
A mix of a gasp and a cry leaves your lips as Dabi strains against you, feeling like he’s trying to shove a massive pole inside of you. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears gather in your lashes, and Dabi holds back, kissing you, waiting for you to relax.
“Easy,” he says softly, “I’ve got you.” 
The softness of his tone relaxes you and the tension in your shoulders lessens. Then, somehow, something gives way, and he enters you. You gasp, your body opening up to accommodate the massive dick that is now sliding inside of you. 
"Oh my god—” You throw your head back, hands clawing at his shoulders in a weak attempt to push him away.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, eyebrows furrowing before he hits resistance and then pushes forward.
There’s a sharp pain slicing through your core, and you don't know if it's from the stretch or a tear. Probably both. It hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing tears down your cheek. Dabi continues to push his hips forward, only stopping once he’s entirely inside, heavy balls pressed against the crease of your ass. The cameras zoom in on the bulge in your womb, where his dick sits buried deep inside of you. But you don't notice them, your brain too consumed by him filling you up, his whole weight resting against you. 
“You ok?” Breathing heavily, he drags his eyes back and forth over your face. 
“Gimme a sec.” Your lips press into a thin line as the pain from the stretch slowly turns into a dull throb. After a moment, you nod...
"I'm gonna start moving now," Dabi says— and then does precisely that. 
Just as you start to feel your body relaxing, he withdraws, only to plunge himself in again. The sudden shock of the movement is incredible. You feel every ridge, every single thick vein. It feels fantastic, and as he slowly slides back in, you can appreciate every inch of his cock. He starts an even rhythm, rocking inside you gently. 
“Shit, just squeezed me so fucking tight,” he moans in response. "I’m warning you, don't make me lose my composure. You don’t want to see me act up.”
Your mind feels detached from your body; you don't hear him, don't even notice the camera zooming in, focusing on how your face scrunches and your lips quiver because of how good he makes you feel. 
He grabs you by the waist and brings you closer to him. Raising both legs in the air, he pushes them forward until your body is folded in half.
“Oh—shit—” You choke out, the walls of your sex stretching to accommodate him. 
“I’m gonna make you cum,” Dabi is panting hard as he starts driving his cock rapidly in and out of you. “You won't be able to walk for days.”
“I-I can’t—” your jaw slackens as you tighten around his dick again, the ability to form comprehensive answers having left you the moment he breached your walls.
He rams himself deeper while his fingers slip between your strands, guiding your face upward, your mouths colliding in a frantic kiss. 
It starts as a slow burn that gradually builds into a white, blistering heat. A feeling begins coursing through you, making you lose control of your body. You tense and arch your back, your head digging back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat. And just when you think you can't take it anymore, all that tension releases, and you cry out loud, a turbulent wave of pleasure hitting you like a storm. All your nerve endings are seemingly set ablaze while Dabi fucks you through your orgasm. 
His eyes are wide with wonder, hearing and feeling you come undone around him. The way your eyes are shut tightly in pleasure, your entire body trembling and shaking in ecstasy, is the best thing he's ever seen. It makes his chest swell with pride. Still, it feels like it's not enough, though, and he needs more. He wants to own you, possess you, make you his.
Dabi snaps. 
With a suppressed growl, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. He's not letting you catch your breath before he propels his cock back inside you again. His hand slides from the dip in your spine to the spot between your shoulder blades, pressing down until your face is buried in the sheets. At this angle, he reaches even deeper than before, his piercings rubbing your G-spot just right. Your hands tightly fist the soft duvet with every drive of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs.
Dabi seems delirious, pistoning in and out of you now. Reaching forward, he gathers your hair around his fist, tugging it to keep you in place, forcing your head up from the sheets. You sob out his name, your chin and cheeks covered with your drool and tears. 
But Dabi is drowning too deep in pleasure to notice. 
"I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of anyone but me in your fantasies," Dabi growls while your elbows shake under the pressure of his forceful thrusts.
Slowly, your mind is falling apart with the pleasure pulsing through your body. Dabi starts drilling his big cock into your even faster now. You tremble below him, thighs quivering when you feel another orgasm building up. 
“You gonna cum for me again, princess?” Dabi groans, “I can feel your pussy clenching around me.”
You nod, too exhausted to form any words. Dabi tightens his hold on your hip, fingers digging into your plush skin, holding you still. 
“I’m gonna cum with you,” he tells you. “I’m gonna fill up your tight hole, gonna breed you so good—fuck!”
"Please—" you whimper pathetically, finding yourself trapped in his lewd promises. 
And then you lose it, feeling like the world is disappearing underneath your feet. Pleasure rips through you, leaving you with no strength. It’s an intense tingling pleasure that starts in your core and spreads through your whole body, from your fingertips down to your toes. It's all-consuming and euphoric, your body not knowing what to do with that much sensation at once. 
You feel your body falling off a cliff into a pile of tingling ecstasy as you cum again with a broken whimper escaping your lips. The orgasm is even more potent than the last ones, like a massive burst of pleasure; all that tension explodes and shoots up the back of your legs and everywhere else. You moan and shudder, your pussy clamping around his cock. 
“That’s it,” Dabi lets out a long, shuddering groan. “Just like that.”
You forget to breathe while Dabi keeps fucking your harder and harder, feral with desire, shoving his cock as deep inside you as he can.
“Oh fuck—” You gasp out, arching your back, fingers twisting against the sheets.
No sooner have the words slipped from your lips that you feel your whole body lock tight again—and then unravel. You forget to breathe as an unending cascade of euphoria detonates deep inside of you. You come undone, shaking uncontrollably as juices gush from your pussy, dripping down Dabis balls, drenching the sheets below. 
Dabi groans, his eyes screwing shut, head dropping back. With one final possessive thrust of his hips, he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. You feel his cock twitch as he moans heavily, eyebrows sewn together. His body is shuddering, his hips hitching while he rides out his orgasm.
You’re faintly aware of your surroundings, buried too deeply in your bliss. Unable to take any more pleasure, you slump backward. Dabi slides his softening cock from you with an obscene wet sound before dropping down onto the bed beside you, taking you with him.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, caressing your skin. “That felt so—”
‘And—cut!’ You hear a voice call, speaking its way into the mush that is your brain, slapping you back to reality.
You open your eyes and look around in shock, having completely forgotten where you are. The lights switch on, almost blindingly bright. People start hustling about the set, and cameras mere inches away from you now pull back into their waiting positions. 
“That was perfect,” you hear Tenko say through the noise filling the set now.
Your breath catches in your throat, an unsettling feeling beginning to well inside you. Your heart starts pounding at an increasingly rapid pace while you feel panic stretch its icy fingers up your spine.
You feel a warm hand cradling your face, angling it to the side. It’s Dabi. He places his mouth over yours without further ado. 
“You are perfect.” Dabi coos into the kiss, and it happens again— butterflies erupt in your gut, the world around you fading until there's only you and him.
Instinctively, you let go, feeling the tension slowly dissipate and your heart calming down. Dabi smiles as he breaks away from you, and you feel it— a lingering warmth, an unseen connection that spins fragile threads between you both.
A man approaches to help you get out of bed, but Dabi, whose face is still dewy with sweat, moves between you both. He takes the bathrobe from the guy and wraps it around your shivering body before getting dressed himself.
Helping you off the bed, he drapes an arm around your shoulder and leads you past the celebrating crew members from the set until you’re backstage. 
Once in the changing room, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. 
“That was something…” he muses. “You’re a natural. Would you ever consider doing this again with me?’ 
You're caught off-guard, his face radiating a tenderness that fills your heart with something joyful. A warmth spreads across your face, your hands gripping the soft belt of your robe as you nip at your lower lip. “I-I don't know.”
“You should,” Dabi kicks off the door frame and saunters over you with a sinful, obscene sway of his hips. His hand finds yours, fingers interlacing in a silent agreement, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Think about it…”
He lets the words hang in the air for a second. When he pulls away, his arms wrap around your neck, lower half still pressed against you as if you’re not a stranger. He looks down at you like the two of you have been dating for years.
“So, I was wondering… what are you doing later on?” Dabi kisses the tip of your nose. “Do you want to grab a bite to eat and get some drinks?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?” A new desire for him grows inside of you. You smile back at him, reaching up to gently play with his dark hair.
“Maybe?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.
“Is this even allowed?” Chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catches up to his, as if your bodies react simultaneously to each other's warm touch.
“Maybe?” Dabi repeats, his thumb gently brushing along your lips.
When you look into his eyes, a tenderness softens the rough edges of his sharp features. It makes you wonder, he’s been so sweet and caring after everything that happened today– you actually believe he’s a genuinely sincere and nice guy. You feel your heart quiet when you’re with him, as if you have found peace. 
“Well…” you consider, “I've just thrown all my morals into the wind. So, might as well go on a date with a pornstar, right?”
“You won't regret it.” Dabis laughs softly. “Even though you might not be able to move after I'm done with you—”
“Is that so…” You are torn between scolding him or laughing because he's so cute. “Ok, big boy, whatever you say.”
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Every single member of the Batfamily lies about their taste in music
Damian will claim that he only listens to classical music and that everything else is beneath him.
Damian will unironically listen to trashy Arab pop and the absolute worst Bollywood songs known to man (Dick introduced him to them and he hates the fact that sometimes he gets Sheila Ki Jawani stuck in his head during missions)
Tim will put on the most ear grating hyper pop you've ever heard and claim with full chest that these is the peak of humanities capabilities with music (Damian, Jason and Steph have all tried to kill him for this take) He will also play stuff like the living tombstones and sing it obnoxiously loud when he's working on the computer.
Tim however loves his 90s grunge and it's all that's playing in his headphones. (think nirvana, pearl Jam, Melvins, Alice in Chains etc) He has tracked down so many shirts and concert posters and watched every bit of content from the older shows.
Jason will claim he only listens to east coast rap, biggie, Nas, Jay etc and maybe some older metal. He will fight you on east vs west coast music, there will be weaponry involved.
Jason likes rap music... he unfortunately prefers west coast rap and has listened to no vaseline like 500 times. He will deny this till the day he dies...again. (Dick knows and threatens to tell Steph)
Steph will steal the aux and play Taylor Swifts greatest hits until one of the Boys threatens mutiny. Every single one of the bats has had style stuck in their heads during a stakeout at least twice. She will claim that the only rap song she can tolerate in Eminem and the 7/11 is Beyoncés best song.
Steph is an underground fan, think the dude selling mixtapes on the subway type shit. She also unlike Jason genuinely loves East Coast Rap music more than anything and knows every single wu-tang clan song by heart, same with Biggie. Not only does she love the music she also spends any free time binging those "history of rap and its consequences" videos and has been a firm believer that P.Diddy had a hand in a lot of the Death row records well...deaths.
Cass, well everyone thinks Cass has really good taste bc its Cass and she has zero flaws (don't @ me) she never takes the aux and will usually listen to her music while she's chilling or doing stretches. None of them have heard or seen a single one of her playlists except Duke.
its all 2010s top 40s pop music and like the trashy kind too, Beauty and the Beat, Kesha, Katy Perry. It's her turning of her brain time and she will be straight vibing to Rude! by magic or Boom Clap or Shower. she has shown this to Duke, smirked and told him that even if he tried to tell anyone they wouldn't believe him.
Duke is the only one who doesn't... lie. He just hides a few things. Lies of omission don't count as lies when the bats will lie to you about what they had for breakfast, while they are visibly eating breakfast. Duke says he listens to everything and he does. Literally everything. His patrol Jam is offensive bc it with start with Norwegian death metal and immediately switches to "like a G6" followed by kendrick Lamar and then descendants Disney channel movie music.
Bruce... Bruce is just weird, everyone asks him and gets a different answer. Bc he doesn't... like music. Like at all. It's all noise, his mother played instruments so he learned like 14 and he hates how they all sound. He just like vague batwings fluttering in dead silence.
Dick Grayson will obnoxiously play top 40 and radio music religiously around the bats. He claims it's the best music for rhythmic acrobatics and trapeze work and that true! Jason hates this kind of music the most, it's formulaic and holds no substance and drives him insane.
But Dick only listens to that music when he's moving, flipping doing high energy stuff. When he just wants to chill? This man has the most depressing music taste you've ever seen. You know that sad song from ur favorite artist that you can't listen to without crying. Yeah that's his bread and butter. Every single song is just flat out tear inducing, some of these bands have like 100 listeners and he is one of them and it's just their saddest song that reads like suicide note. The titans have conducted an intervention bc its just... concerning. He just thinks it's neat!
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