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fictionstudent · 1 month ago

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Novels are not movies.

Visual media has taken on the world by storm. It’s the next big thing in the evolution of humanity, maybe. It’s quite certainly changed the way we entertain ourselves. And with the recent spread of short-form content, visual media has also become cheap, disposable, and easily accessible to the masses—perfect recipe to make a product famous.

Alright, I’ve been a little too dramatic, lol. But for real, I’m one of those who’s severely addicted to Instagram Reels. Whenever I’m done scrolling, I feel like I’ve completely wasted my time—I could have read a novel, watched a movie, or caught up with my favorite mangas. But instead of all those ways to relax—and believe me (pwlease) that I only open Insta to relax, when I’m free—I just waste my time.

I love my novels and manga, mind ya, so when I catch myself wasting precious time that I could have instead used to consume them, I cuss myself. And then I go scroll some more Insta, because I’m an absolute idiot.

Anyway, back to the topic. Visual media has absolutely taken over our lives. I won’t go into the debate of whether this is a good thing or not, but we all can agree that it’s an undeniable fact. Video is everywhere.

Because—and lemme repeat myself—it’s cheap, disposable, and easily accessible today.

And because of such exposure to video storytelling, beginning authors forget that novels are not a visual medium. Yep, here goes my rant.

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#01 - The Problem

The problem is simple—these kids have too much access to their smartphones. And these smartphones are filled with videos, like a dustbin with its lid hanging on because of all that garbage overfilling it. (Damn, I sound like a boomer.)

And therefore, when these new authors begin writing, they can’t help but imagine a sort of movie or a TV show as their story. And that’s where the problem is—novels are not supposed to be movies.

Movies are a visual media. That means they’re composed of pictures. Images. But guess what novels are composed of?

Text. Words.

It seems pretty basic. I mean, everybody knows this distinction. But what they don't know, however, are the implications of this distinction.

Personally, I began writing with film-novels too. And those novels are bad. Genuinely. I cringe at the fact that I could even mail editors and believe they’d accept them. Good thing they never did.

What’s a film-novel, though? Well, the idea is pretty clear—it’s a novel, but imagined in the form of a film. So, it’s like a film, but in text.

It’s like you’ve written the film as a novel, instead of writing it as a screenplay or something, maybe.

But you’d ask me—why? Why is it even a mistake? Everybody has a different writing style. And to that, I’d tell you one thing—the audience. The audience is different. The media is different. You can’t expect a cinephile to read your book. And since it’s not like a professional novel, a (Googles the correct term) bibliophile certainly won't.

So, who’s gonna read your story?

No one—because it’s neither a film, nor a novel. It’s a film-novel, an illogical mix of the two.

Everyone drinks water, and everyone likes ice-cream. But you can't… No, I’m not even completing that sentence. Ew.

Anyway, you get the idea, lol.

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#02 - Identify

So, what does a film-novel even look like?

And for that, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you,

The lean figure was standing on the other side of the railing three floors up on the ground of the school building where children below were shouting and kicking football upon each other, wearing white football jerseys. The figures, as they ran all over the ground, seemed very small as I looked at them. The goalkeeper of the right side, who was just beneath my white shoe, kicked the ball so hard that it flew in air and went directly to the other foot of mine. The other players shouted “Whoaaa!” as they saw the ball flying. But suddenly, two of them looked upwards and saw me. One of them pointed towards me and then shouted, “Hey, who’s he?!” All the other players started walking towards that boy who was in the middle of the field with their heads tilted up above on me. Another one shouted, “Hey! What’cha doin’, eh?!” My narrow eyes, which had dark spots beneath them, looked at the boys from behind my spectacles. I then moved my head a little up and saw my shiny gakuran jacket fluttered by my shiny yellow colored buttons as the wind started blowing from my left side. I was able to feel the wind dancing upon my soft skin as I closed my eyes and turned my head upwards. I took a deep breath, and then exhaled it out with my mouth. I then again took a breath. This time, when I exhaled it out with my mouth, I was able to feel the saliva of my mouth upon my lips. I tilted my head and turned towards my arm, which was trembling a little. Both of my hands were still holding the railing of the school’s rooftop. I then turned left and then looked on my other arm. “Hey! Get down!” One of the persons from beneath shouted. I turned my narrowed eyes towards the ground, the teachers, a large gang of footballers and students, and some even workers had gathered in a circle. I turned my head towards the front. I looked at a couple of brown colored and blue-green colored houses in front of me, which stood high and mighty. Beneath them was the clear blue sky.

A wall of text!

Warning: you don’t really need to read all of it. But you probably did, lol.

Anyway, it’s the opening scene from one of my first novels. And, as much as I hate to say this—it’s pretty sh*t. It has a lot of problems—no paragraph divisions, for example, as well as a lot of grammatical mistakes too. But the biggest problem with the text is that it’s just images.

Reading this text, I dare you to highlight one single sentence that might tell you anything about the narrator.

The narrator is narrating the motions, not the emotions.

(Damn, that was a dope line to say, man.)

The narrator is only telling you about the images and actions and dialogues and thoughts. Even though it’s in first-person POV, you feel distant from the narrator. And, even in third-person POV, authors are supposed to make sure the distance between the narrator and the reader remains at a minimum.

That’s how you get a film-novel—that’s filled with scene-descriptions, actions, and dialogues. There’s no narrations in it. The readers don’t know the thoughts of these characters.

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#03 - Is it really a problem, though?

Well, you might ask me—is it really such a big problem?

Heck yeah.

The reason is pretty simple, actually—no one wants to read a film-novel. These novels are filled with only descriptions and actions—that’s too much of mental effort. these novels make their readers keep on imagining stuff, and no reader wants to do that.

Because it’s easier to look at pictures than to imagine them based on text. And that’s why your film-novels won’t work.

See, you need to understand this—novels are different than film. Sure, novels are a form of storytelling too, and they do include visual effort, such as descriptions, action, and all that. But, all that is not the main selling point of a novel.

The main selling point of a novel is the emotions. Emotions captured in words, in situations—caught in context like a butterfly in a child’s hand. Films can display emotions, but novels put those emotions into words.

Narration is what forms the greatest part of a novel. Narration is where a novel actually shines. Narration is what the readers come to read.

And, as you could guess, films don’t narrate. Consider this,

And rain made him feel like crying. He gulped down, trying to keep the lump of his throat in check. He couldn’t cry in the middle of so many other kids. They’ll ask questions, and what will he say to them, huh?

He was sorry.

For what?

For everything he did. And for everything he didn’t.

The day had just begun. It’d be long before it ends, y’know. He just couldn't wait for it to end. There was no lifting up his mood. Not until tomorrow.

How do you display this in a film? The answer—you can't. However hard you try, you can't.

Such narrations are where the art of novels shine. Such narrations are what differentiates a novel from a visual media.

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#04 - Is it really a problem, though? (pt.ii)

All this talk constantly reminds me of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. It’s a literary achievement and really experimental in a lot of stuff that it does. For example, the novel has no dashes or apostrophes—and it’s not like these punctuation marks were not needed, they’re just not used. So, you’d find a lot of grammatical mistakes throughout the text.

And also, one thing that McCarthy ignored—and that’s relevant to the discussion we’re having—is that there’s literally zero narration. Zero.

McCarthy adopts a style that’s similar to a third-person POV, and is kinda like how I used to write when I was little—just with paragraphs and better scene-descriptions and action-descriptions. A lot better, as you can observe if you read his work.

Anyway, he didn’t have any narrative elements in his text. So the readers don’t really know what these characters are thinking or planning to do. They just know that these characters are somehow surviving.

I don’t wanna give away most of the plot of the novel, but the basic premise of the novel is that there’s a father-son duo who’s been caught in this apocalypse-type situation, and are traveling down the road to the south part of the country to escape the harsh winters that the north experiences. The novel doesn’t reveal a lot—the readers don’t know the names of these characters, the thoughts of the characters are hidden most of the time, and you don’t know what actually happened that most of humanity is dead and society is completely gone.

Now, McCarthy did it for a reason. A scarcity of punctuation marks reflects a form of scarcity in the scenery around them. Because most of it is, well, gone. Humanity is gone, and stuff is decaying. You don’t find fresh food anymore. Scavenge all you want—one day, all the canned food will expire, and there will be nothing to eat. Except fruits and veggies, that need to be grown somewhere. And nobody likes the latter, honestly.

And the scene-descriptions are so tough to read. They’re an actual pain. I have had a really hard time deciphering most of it, because the vocab is too high, and probably the sentences do not flow into each other easily. I can’t say anything about the sentences if I don’t understand them, y’know.

But, man, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. Maybe that’s why McCarthy wrote the descriptions in this way—to symbolize the mental stress that the characters go through as they experience this world, this form of reality that they were not meant to be in.

And maybe the novel is so lacking in narrations because the characters’ minds have gone numb. They’re forgetting language. With almost zero human interaction most of the time, they are forgetting how to think and interact in words. You lose the skills you don’t really use anymore, y’know. And these guys are so obviously depressed, so they don’t think about the world. They are used to the sad reality they live in. No point in complaining how bad the food is if that’s all you’re gonna eat all your life.

So, a scarcity of narrations tell you a lot about the story and its characters. It reflects something, it symbolizes something. The Road is a masterfully crafted piece of prose, please don’t get inspired to write in this style just because. This style won’t work on most of the stories.

Yeah, just because he wrote like this means you can too. Let me tell you, dear reader, that all of what we call rules are meant to be broken. Nothing is absolute. But here’s the catch—you can’t break the rules just because you don’t know how to apply them.

Authors need to learn these rules, because that’s what constitutes most of the written prose. That’s what forms the basics of the craft. So, learn them, understand them, and know how to use them. And then make a conscious decision not to use them.

See, these rules are like tools or weapons in your arsenal. And you need to keep your arsenal ready for everything. And then, you can decide which weapon to use, when to use it, and how to use it. Because you don’t know what sort of idea hits your head next and you’d suddenly need some of them.

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#04 - Solution

So, how to make sure your novel actually comes off as a novel and not a film-novel? Unfortunately, the answer to that question… is that I don't know.

I know this sounds so absurd, but it is what it is. As someone who’s so recently started studying prose, I know this problem exists, but I still don’t know how to fix it. You could say I know my novels are film-novels, and I’m trying to fix it. But I, personally, am having a lot of trouble with it.

However, one way I can recommend is to write from your character’s POV, not your POV. You probably imagined your story as a film, but that’s now how you’re supposed to write it. Get into your characters’ head, see what they’re seeing, and write that.

But it’s tough. For me, at least. I always find myself going back to my old ways, and I think I need to re-write almost all of my scene-descriptions and actions because of it.

Lol, how ironic.

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Conclusion

Yeah, and that’s it. I hope you liked this blog. Sorry I hadn’t posted in along while, I was going through a writers’ block. Stuff is happening these days, y’know.

Anyway, I’ll see you again in a couple of days, with something new. Bye-byee!

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rayslittlekitten · 1 year ago

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All Eyes On You

A/N: Okay, it's finally done. This did not go where I had initially imagined it but I mostly like how this came out. I think it's kinda different from what I've written in the past. I tried to make this PWP and Jax being savage but I always add softness to Jax. I can't help it. Also, I don't know how porn sets are so, yeah. Didn't want to focus too much on the logistics of all that. Also, clearly this is AU. Hope this doesn't disappoint.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,597

Pairing: Pornstar!Jax x Pornstar!F!Reader

Plot: Getting railed by Jax Teller is only one of the perks of your job.

Contains: porn star/shooting porn, sex work, some D/s dynamics, sex (PiV), oral sex (F and M receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, name-calling (slut, whore), light spanking, light choking, dirty talking, masturbation, praising (good girl), cream pie, a quick moment of edging if you squint, aftercare

"We need to find more honest ways of living."

Since Jax became President, he has wanted to steer the club away from the guns and other underground dealings. He was open to all ideas and for him, no idea was a bad idea until it’s been tried. When his business partner running the SAMCRO-funded and protected porn production company jokingly suggested for Jax to star in a few movies, he actually considered it. Getting paid to have sex? He's already doing it for free. Everyone's gotta earn their keep, right? Would it be too degrading? He's supposed to be the leader and he's leading his club into selling their bodies, maybe even their dignity. Not to mention the conflict of interest. Still, he brought it up to the table anyway and they voted on it. Surprisingly most voted yes, although mostly for pure amusement.

What started as a joke to them actually became one of their honest ways of earning. Well, at least for Jax. The others didn't have the balls to do it, but that didn’t stop them from reaping the benefits of tagging along with Jax whenever he had to go shoot some scenes. Money doesn't lie and when they saw their revenue continuously multiply shortly after his debut released, they knew they had a cash cow. Since then, Jax had dedicated a day each month to shooting his scenes. As long as he agrees with the script, he has no problem. Sometimes he'd even make suggestions. He gets producer credit for those as well.

His content is the most exclusive one they have so they strategically make less of it. Gotta keep teasing his fans. Besides, he actually enjoys the attention. If it was any possible, his ego has inflated to be bigger than his dick and that in itself says a lot. It was as if God himself designed him to be a porn star. It was so effortless for him.

Their business has expanded so they their talent pool did as well and let's just say there is no shortage of women - and men - wanting a chance at fucking Jax Teller. You're just happy that you're one of them who made the cut.

Your legs are pushed back to your chest as Jax has his face in between your thighs. You toss and turn your head, feeling his tongue and lips licking and sucking your folds. As you look off camera, you notice there are so many pairs of eyes on you as you lay there naked, spread so wide for the whole world to see your pussy getting eaten out by Jax Teller, suddenly getting a rush. Jax flips you over on your belly and he yanks your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass popped up. He shoves his face back in and you push back, moaning when you feel the tip of his nose nudge your asshole. Jax moves away and aligns himself with you. He shoves his thick, hard cock inside of you and you yelp.

You brace yourself on the bed and turn your head to look behind you, at Jax as he pounds away, already quickly building an orgasm. You notice someone in the far corner behind Jax touching himself through the front of his jeans and you make eye contact, or so you think. He's a bit under the shadows and a studio light is blinding you, but it doesn't matter. This man is turned on by you getting fucked and that's turning you on. You can feel yourself getting more arousd with each plunge Jax takes and each stroke the mysterious man makes.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jax growls.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" You warn and before you know it, your muscles contract on his cock and you moan out loud, maybe embellishing your cries just a little.

Jax continues to fuck you hard and fast, drawing out your orgasm.

"That's my girl," he praises and then smacks your ass.

"CUT! Let's get behind them and get a shot of her getting fucked from behind. Back in positions!" the director shouts.

"You alright?" Jax checks on you.

"Yeah, that was a good one," you breathe out while you wiggle your ass back into position, opening and exposing yourself to him and the camera.

"Think you can do that again, sweetheart?" he asks as his thumb slowly slides in and out of the entrance of your dripping slit, teasing you.

You push back and mewl. Talents aren't supposed to engage in any sexual contact while cameras aren't rolling. Although it's not a perfect system, it helps to keep interactions professional and avoid unwanted advances. Fluffers exist for a reason. You and Jax are an exception though. You've been scene partners for a while now and are very comfortable with each other. You can't really say how it is for the other women he's done scenes with, but when you and Jax are fucking, you feel it in your soul and you know he can too. There's just this playful and cozy rapport between you two that allows you both to work together very well.

You swear Jax, the pleasure dom that he is - and what his onscreen alter ego is known for - always makes it a point to pull as many orgasms as he can out of you and you can't even fake yours. Not with him. He can tell when they're real but with him, you don’t even need to fake them. Your exes couldn't even figure out 10% of the ways Jax has learned the ins and outs of your body. Heck, he taught you a few things about your own body.

Between cut and action are the times your pussy aches the most, missing the fullness of Jax's thick cock, stretching you out in all the best ways. People have said porn is fake, but it's not. Scripted? Sure, but it's not fake, at least not all of it. Actual penises are actually penetrating actual vaginas, assholes and mouths. You've sure tasted enough semen to know it's real. Your bruised cervix is more proof of it. Don't forget the sore jaw, but they're all worth it especially if it's all because of Jax. You're also reminded of why you love doing what you do when you notice all eyes on you and Jax again.

"Quiet on set!" the director warns. "Aaaand ACTION!"

You gasp when Jax shoves back into you without warning. He angles himself in favor of the camera, but pushes in deeper and faster. Your eyes wander again and find these two men wearing kuttes off to the side watching. You recognize the one you make eye contact with and you maintain it while getting railed. You've seen him around sometimes whenever Jax comes by. He smacks your ass and you yelp, pushing back against him, chasing another release. The man you're having a staring contest with shifts uncomfortably while adjusting the front of his jeans. You reach for your bare breasts and start pinching your nipples. Your hips stutter when you feel an orgasm close to sliding into home base. You clench and moan as you get closer and closer.

"CUT! Okay that should be enough coverage. Moving on to uh..."

You growl in frustration when Jax stills his hips.

"Sorry, baby. I'd give you relief, but I think maybe we should save that for the camera," he teases as he makes his cock twitch while still inside you, making you cockwarm him between takes.

"Okay, so we're gonna transition to blowjob. Let's start from where we left off. Jax pulls out and then she turns around and sucks him off," the director tells the crew. "Then at some point, Jax, you put her on her back and go missionary."

You shudder suddenly when Jax spreads your juices around with the pad of his thumb and starts teasing your asshole with it, putting just the slightest pressure.

"Jax..." you pant.

"Shh. Be a good girl and hold it," he coos. ”Can you do that for me, baby?”

The line between fantasy and reality definitely blurs for the both of you sometimes, but you both also just enjoy each other that much. Finally they call action again and Jax starts giving you a few short shallow pumps, making you wail from relief, until he pulls out and spanks you.

"Come suck my dick," he commands, holding his cock out for you.

You manage to turn around so you're on your knees and elbows, face to face with his hard cock that's soaked in your juices. You immediately put your lips over his dark red tip and bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time you push in. As you jerk him, you ram his cock into the back of your throat, fitting as much of him as you can. Feeling your gag reflex surfacing, you encourage it to happen and then Jax fists your hair, pulling out a bit and pushing back in.

“Danny, go in for the close up of her,” the director jumps in.

When the cameraman moves in, Jax palms the back of your head and you remove your hand to deep throat him again. He gently pushes your head down and you relax your throat, trying to get more of him. When you gag again, intentionally doing it audibly, he instantly lets go and you pull him out. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up so he can see it. Tears leak out of your eyes and spit from your puffy, slick lips.

"Look at you. So pretty," he praises.

His baby blues penetrate your misty eyes. You don't know if he's just a great actor or as charming as people claim he is, but you believe, at least in the moment, that he thinks you're pretty. You continue to look up at him, playing into the camera, as this is a close up.

"Get on your back," he tells you.

As you turn over and Jax climbs over you, the cameraman steps out of your personal space, returning back to a wider shot. Jax leans down and smashes his lips over yours. His hand comes up to your face and cradles the side of it as he deepens the kiss. You kiss back, slipping your tongue between his lips and licking his pearly whites. He opens up his mouth and intertwines his own tongue with yours, tasting each other. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back, kneels and brings one of your legs up to spread them without blocking the camera’s view. He taps his cock against your clit and then slides the tip up and down your slit, teasing you, causing you to moan and your hips to jerk. He finally pushes inside of you and you arch your back. He pumps away as he holds your leg up, the muscles of his tattooed back flexing with each push and pull.

“Are you gonna cum again?” he asks.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at where you meet. Your fingers reach in and you start rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, yeah, keeping touching yourself,” he encourages. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock again.”

With your next orgasm reaching the edge, your eyes wander to the man in the shadows behind Jax again. You see his hand is now in his pants and he’s unabashedly rubbing one out to this whole scene. Maybe he doesn’t think you can see him. You rub yourself a little faster and his hand matches your pacing.

“Oh god…” you start as you get closer to popping.

Jax drives into you faster and harder and before you know it, the coil snaps inside you and you cry out and arch up, thrashing as you ride the wave. You’ve already lost count of how many you’ve had as you’ve been doing this with Jax on and off already for the last hour or so.

“CUT! Okay, I think we’re gonna get to the money shot now. Are you ready for that Jax?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replies. “Can we get five?”

“Alright. Let’s do five!” the director shouts.

As the crew breaks, you let your legs fall to the sides and stretch out a bit while Jax slips off the bed, standing next to it. He starts massaging your hips and helps you rotate your leg one at a time.

“How do you feel? Do you need a longer break?”

“No, I’m good. Let’s just finish this,” you reply. “You really like to stretch me out. It’s like I’m getting a yoga session in whenever we pair up. In fact, it’s probably good for my body.”

“Here we go, biiiig stretch,” he says as he throws one of your legs over, twisting your torso and applying firm pressure on your thigh, stretching out your lower back and glutes. Then he does the same with the other side.

A satisfying moan rumbles from your throat as you feel your muscles loosening.

"Are you ready to show everyone what a fucking star you are?" Jax asks as you straighten your body out.

Your smile reaches your eyes and that tells Jax all he needs to know. You sit up and then bring your legs behind you to kneel on the bed. Jax licks his lips as he looks at you with an equally proud smirk. While biting your lower lip, you reach down and start stroking his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to life.

As people start returning to set, the director checks on the both of you.

“Just another minute,” Jax winks at the director as you continue to jerk him.

“Alright, everyone in your places!”

You start changing up your pace and technique, making him hiss and groan.

“Lay back,” Jax directs you and you fall back to return to your previous position.

He climbs back onto the bed and repositions you to the same one he put you in before the break and pushes into you, your dampness still so present. Your body melts, feeling so delightfully full again.

“Are we rolling?” the director asks. After confirmation, he calls action.

Jax pumps a few times into you, getting you both back on track. He pushes your leg back even more, spreading you out and changing his angle. When it feels like the right time, he then switches positions, curling up behind you and slipping himself back inside you, still holding your leg up and back.

His other hand snakes up to the front of your throat and he pulls your head back. You can hear him panting right into your ear as he thrusts away, You couldn’t be anymore exposed right now with your legs splayed open so wide and Jax fucking you from behind. Only way this could get better is if you had a few more cocks to fill your other holes.

“Look at all those people looking at you,” Jax grunts quietly into your ear, meant only for you and not the camera. “Watching you being such a fucking slut for me.”

His words just about pushed you closer to yet another orgasm which you know is the intentions behind them. You push back against him, trying to match his thrusts and get a deeper penetration as you glance over at all the people watching you. Jax starts pinching your nipple and you feel it shoot down below your belly.

“They’re memorizing how your juicy pussy looks and sounds as I pound into you. Imagining it’s their cock your pussy is gripping. The sexy sounds you make every time I stroke you just right. How shameless you are and loving every fucking second of it.” Jax’s dirty talk is rapidly fueling your next release and it’s evident as the wet sounds get even louder.

"I bet those perverts are gonna sniff these sheets after the shoot too just to feel a little closer to you."

Nothing gets you off more than knowing the power you know you have over your viewers. The thrill of them watching you getting stretched out and brazenly defiled especially when they need to jerk off to you, imagining they are the ones balls deep inside you. You don't get to see most of your actual audience but the thought is enough to intoxicate you. It also helps that Jax knows how you bring the inner slut out of you. The dirtier it gets, the more you want. You're putting on a different kind of show than what your viewers may think. You're not doing this for them; you're doing this purely for yourself, getting off on these people watching you on display.

“They’re storing it in their spank bank for later and when they need to rub one out, they’ll pull it right up, jerking themelves and cumming to you because you so desperately need to get fucked like a whore over and over again, cumming all over every cock that fills up your pussy,” Jax adds as he punches up into you, your ass slapping against the top of his thighs. The squelching increases with each thrust, pushing your arousal out of you.

You also get a different kind of rush from being so sexually freeing. The blood rushes to your face and your groin when you suddenly feel like you’ve been caught doing something so naughty. Shamefully being shameless as your holes get stuffed over and over again. Embarrassed to be seen in such a state but at the same time not wanting to stop because it just feels so damn good to the point you don’t care who is watching.

"You're gonna give me one more?" Jax asks as he continues to pound into you. “Huh, baby?”

He hooks his arm under your knee to hold it back, spreading you even wider and this time, it’s his long slender fingers that dip down between your legs to rub your clit.

"Come on, baby. Cum on my cock again," he encourages. “Just one more time.”

You slam your hips back against him, chasing your next release. Between his fingertips digging into the sides of your neck, the sweet filthy words spilling into your ear and him driving his hard, thick and long cock into your cunt, your body is already close to the end, but now him rubbing your swollen clit, it launches you right over to the line.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he grits.”Cum for me, you fucking slut.”

With that, your eyes roll back and you cry out. You are convulsing over him, your walls clamping down hard over his cock.

“That’s it! That’s my fucking girl,” he growls.

His pacing maintains even after you stop flopping around.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too,” Jax pants, and then lets out a low moan as he empties himself inside you.

“Great! Danny, make sure you get a close up of the cream pie shot,” the director reminds him.

After Danny quickly repositions himself, Jax slowly pulls out of you and slaps your clit a few times, making you shudder. His hand reaches between your legs and spreads your lips open. You bear down and push his seed out of you. It leaks out of you and runs down to the crack of your ass. With your juices mixed in with his, he coats your lips with it using his fingers and runs it over your clit as well before sliding his fingers inside you, gently pushing it back in.

Jax turns your head to face him and leans in to kiss you tenderly.

“Okay, that’s a wrap! Let’s break and clean up for the next shoot.”

You continue to lazily make out with him, even well after cut was called. As the crew works around you and Jax, you stay lying in bed for a few more moments while stretching your muscles. Jax slips some shorts on and re-joins you, cuddling and spooning you after draping your robe over your naked body.

“Jax!” you giggle as he kisses a trail up the back of your shoulder and neck.

It’s almost unheard of but Jax always gives you aftercare after every shoot, especially the ones where it gets a bit degrading and painful. He does that with all his scene partners, but sometimes you like to imagine he only does it with you. Your mind starts drifting, falling into this comfortable and peaceful lull as he runs his fingers up and down your body that’s cocooned in his.

“Hey,” he nudges the tip of his nose against the back of your ear as he inhales your scent, waking you from your state.

“Hm?” you reply drowsily.

Then Jax finally pops the question you never thought he’d ask.

"You think you're ready for your first gang bang?" Jax asks.

Suddenly getting your second wind, you twist your body to face him and plant a kiss on his cheek, his smile now matching yours as your heart now grows full.

“Really?!” you ask as your eyes light up.

“I’ll even let you pick out your partners.”

Unable to contain your excitement, you squeal as your smile widens even more.

“Okay, I think we should go get cleaned up and get outta here before they have to kick us out,” he suggests. “I’m laying on a wet spot.”

Jax affectionately boops the tip of your nose with this finger and then kisses your forehead before helping you out of bed.

#Charlie hunnam #Charlie hunnam fanfiction #Jax teller #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax teller x female reader #Jax teller x F!reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #AU #pornstar!jax #pornstar!jax teller

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dogcodedcatboy · 2 months ago

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aaron is up late, roman comes to bother him.

word count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ less than 2k though

[ technically this is selfshiptober day 1 bc i was feeling the 'night' prompt, but i do not anticipate having it in me to write another one of these this month ;A; this was only proofread by me so. fuck it we ball ]

🌃 starry night dividers by @/thecutestgrotto 🌃

Aaron can't fall back asleep, which is not uncommon.

Usually, he'd be blowing cigarette smoke out the second story window of his rather compact NYC apartment, hoping to maybe catch the neighborhood cats stealing old lunch meat from the garbage cans.

Tonight, however, he finds himself towering over 600 feet above Manhattan. He's a fucking giant. The Upper West Side sprawls below, with a only a metal railing and some glass panel between him and the sea of buildings. It's hauntingly still from this distance, too far up to hear the ambient city sounds he's grown to find comforting, definitely too far up to spy on the outdoor cat population.

The penthouse terrace still makes him a bit dizzy with awe. It's an obscene luxury to him, to crawl out of bed, be able to just step outside and have this view all to yourself.

He thinks about how little he deserves this, those things you tend to think about at 2 AM when you're alone. He leans farther over the railing to try and look straight down, just peeking, appreciating the height.

"Do a backflip."

Aaron is startled by the sudden noise, but of course it's only Roman, with his voice still husky from sleep, and his usually well-styled hair tousled. He steps out to join Aaron, arms wrapped around himself to shield against the chilly October air. His hazel eyes are bleary, so pretty when the light bounces off of them.

Despite the abrupt entry, Aaron feels his heart swell at the sight of his very sleepy boyfriend creeping outside to harass him, or keep him company. The line between the two is blurry with Roman.

"Rude. I bet you'd feel pretty bad if I did."

"Yeah? Well, I'd feel bad that it's too dark to get a good video of you doing a sick backflip off the ledge."

Roman lets out a soft, amused scoff as he strolls over to stand next to Aaron, their shoulders slightly touching. Roman does this a lot, initiates physical contact but just barely, at first, just enough that it could be written off as incidental.

Aaron recognizes the invitation to scoot closer, leaning himself against Roman's shoulder . "Damn, you're right. Might as well wait to jump off, at least until we can at least get a good viral video out of it."

"Exactly. Gotta get the lighting just right...maybe even hire a fuckin'...videographer, make a whole production out of it. Could be your big break."

"Hmm..." Aaron feigns as though he's considering the offer, tapping his finger on his chin. "Not sure how I'd enjoy all the notoriety as a red smear on the pavement, though. I'm seeing some flaws in this plan."

"Oh, please," Roman huffs softly, the playful tone still present in his sleepy voice as he leans further against Aaron, pressing his cheek against the other man's arm. "You'd have the best funeral turnout of all time. People would come from all over just to get a glimpse of your... smear."

"What a beautiful epitaph, 'Aaron Larkin: Friend, Partner, Chef, Artist, Beautiful Red Smear in the Streets of Manhattan. Jumped off balcony as a commitment to the bit.'"

"Right, exactly. Very heartfelt, very poignant. You did forget 'World's Biggest Attention Whore', though."

"I feel like that's implied."

Despite the morbid bit, he feels rather warm. Instead of moping around when he can't sleep, he's.. well...joking about jumping off of the building, but it's different. He loves the banter, it's one of his favorite things about Roman, how stupid they can be together, bouncing off of each other with terrible stupid things and loving every second of it.

They really could go on forever with this, so Aaron decides to pivot, his voice softening. "Did I wake you up? Or are you also having a hard time sleeping?"

"Couldn't sleep, but then I realized you were missing, so I came to look for you," Roman's voice lowers to a more intimate murmur for just a moment, before he shakes it off. "And, really, I just wanted some fresh air, so I thought I'd come join you. Two birds, one stone and all that."

"Two birds, I'm sure." Aaron smirks. "You know you can just admit that you were, gasp, *worried* about me, and wanted to come check in?" He reaches his arm down to wrap around Roman's waist, his hand resting gently on his hip. "I'm fine, by the way, maybe it's all those espresso martinis keeping me up. Just can't sleep." He reassures, hoping to abate some of the anxiety he knows Roman is trying to conceal.

"I'll admit no such thing," Roman scoffs, but the hint of a soft smile tugs at his lips, betraying his facade of indifference. "I'm a hard-hearted, rugged individual. I don't 'worry', okay? I 'check in', 'inquire', and 'make sure you're not falling off high-rise buildings.' That's all." He leans closer to Aaron, if that's possible.

"You're...ridiculous. You know that?" He doesn't know what else to say. His other favorite thing about Roman is the fact that he, despite all his griping, is about as far from 'hard-hearted' as someone could be. A big softie on the inside. All mush underneath the posturing. "You're ridiculous, and an asshole, and I love you lots."

"Well, you're an idiot... and a pain in the ass," Roman presses his face against Aaron's shoulder. "And I love you too...or whatever."

There's a beat of comfortable silence as they stand together, enjoying each other's presence and the city lights below.

The silence only lasts for a moment, with Roman butting in to complain. "I'm cold...and sleepy."

"We can head back inside?" Aaron offers. He no longer feels the need to stay up and mope, not when he could be hanging out with Roman. "Wanna watch a movie or something." He has a feeling Roman will immediately fall asleep during whatever they pick. It doesn't even matter. Curling up on Roman's giant couch together and dozing off sounds like a perfect way to settle in again for the evening.

"Mm," Roman hums softly, the pout on his lips turning into a lazy, content smile. "Sure, yeah, you can pick the movie," he murmurs. "But I'm gonna need a back massage while we watch, especially after leaning against this railing all night."

"Poor thing. You've been out here for, what, 10 minutes? But, sure...fine." Aaron smirks, he's a total pushover anyway, as if he'd ever not rub Roman's back if he asked nicely, or as nicely as is typical for Roman.

"Yeah, I know, rough life, right?" Roman exaggerates a sigh, his body sagging against Aaron's in a melodramatic gesture.

"C'mon, princess." Aaron teases as he stands up straight, his hand slipping away from Roman's back, at least until they make it inside. "Let's go." He starts walking back indoors, looking over his shoulder, making sure his boyfriend is following.

"Mmm.. I prefer the term 'babygirl'... isn't that the thing now?"

"Jesus Christ, Roman, ew..."

They both head inside, already snickering and deeply entertained by pissing each other off again. Much better than moping around alone.

#my stuff #EMBARASSING !#also also the city img is the actual view frm romans penthouse....#should clarify: not where the actor lives. roman has a seperate canon address !#in like a 38 million dollar penthouse #selfshiptober #selfshiptober 2024 #putting this in main tags noone kill me ok

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kishibe-kisser · 1 year ago

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Diluc hosts a masquerade ball at the winery and you look too good

tags: making out? Diluc is aloof, mentions of reader wearing a dress, suggestive

Considering the man's reputation for being slightly bitter, it came as a surprise when the citizens of Mondstadt received a fancy invitation on their doorsteps. The invite was for a masquerade ball, a promotional event for the winery's newest product and as much as Diluc was dreading the occasion, he knew it was a good business move.

Standing on the stairs in the winery, he watched everyone converse, dance and try the new drink from a distance. It was odd to have this many people in the place he nearly considered sacred and he trying his hardest not to let it bother him. Though the presence of the Knights of Favonius wasn't exactly doing much to ease his mind either. Even though they were wearing masks, they stood out like sore thumbs. Especially Kaeya, who was parading around and talking to anyone who would give him the time of day.

It made Diluc sigh, averting his eyes to the other side of the room. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but you, you stood out. You had always caught his eye, even on a day to day basis but this evening, you looked phenomenal. Even with the mask, he could tell who you were. The swing of your hips being a dead give away. Your red gown clung to your figure, drawing nearly all eyes to you, but you didn't seem to notice. Your eyes were trained on him, hiking your dress up slightly to scale the stairs and join him.

"Isn't it rude to isolate yourself at your own event?" You asked, taking in the red head's appearance. His mask matched his suit perfectly and his red hair was pulled into a higher ponytail than usual, showcasing his broad shoulders. He looked so handsome and you couldn't even see his whole face.

"They should be happy there's an event here at all." Diluc grumbled, turning so that he was fully facing you. You laughed, extending your hand to fix his collar and allowing your gaze to linger over his features. "It's a beautiful party though, I must say. Even the new drink is very good." You let his collar go and ripped away your gaze, now leaning on the bannister. He followed suit, still allowing his eyes to drink in your body. "I must say, the way you look tonight puts this party to shame. All this effort put in planning, defeated by a red dress." He said, tone flat as he looked out over his guests once more. He couldn't let his emotions show too much, what would the rest of Mondstadt think if his ice cold demeanor melted simply by looking at you.

Then again he didn't care that much, moving to lean over you. Hands on either side of you on the railing, trapping you between him and the bannister. Diluc's face was in front of yoursand his breath was fanning over your lips. "It would be even more rude to leave the event entirely." You mumbled, your eyes flitting down to his lips. "Not if it's under the guise of giving a guest a tour." He mumbled, lifting his hand to cup your cheek. His lips pressed into yours as he pulled his body to press against yours even more. He was definitely beyond caring and kissing you so deeply you simply knew that if Barbara saw it she'd be blushing. His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, and gave it a squeeze as his tongue dipped into your mouth. He could taste winery's sweet new drink on your tongue and it made him absolutely dizzy.

"I believe you haven't seen my office... or my bedroom." He pulled away, ignoring the way the room seemed to be watching you both. "I believe you're right." You agreed, not looking back once as he grabbed your hand to tug you along and have you both disappear at the top of the stairs. Event be damned, he didn't care about it anyways. Diluc did however care about your dress and how it would look on his bedroom floor.

A/N: this was a fun little blurb idea I had. Just wanted to get it out.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc smut

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recareels · 2 years ago

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only you

character: kamisato ayato

genre: smut + yakuza!au

notes: this piece is set within my feels like forever universe, but it works well as a stand alone piece and you absolutely do not need to read that piece to understand this one! it is a yakuza/crime family au meaning there are no visions etc. but either way the primary focus is the smut! as always, reader is female. enjoy and please heed the warnings below and stay safe!

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, somnophilia, dubcon, minimal prep, rough sex, size kink/size difference, implicit toxic relationship, daddy kink, yakuza boss!ayato, dacryphilia, praise

words: 2.7k

synopsis:

It is only here, in the safety and comfort of your shared bedroom, buried balls deep in your body and shrouded in your love, that he gives himself permission to fall apart with yearning, to give into that voracity for you constantly roaring within him, safely buried beneath layers of nobility and integrity and chained tightly to his soul, bound by expectations and duties and responsibilities.

It is only here, with you, where he can lose control completely, where he can be messy with it all, where he can abandon that tight meticulousness he rules over every aspect of his life with—in the only way he can, the only way he knows how.

And you let him, every night.

“Shh baby, keep sleeping,” he’s murmuring as he slips into bed behind you. “Just let Daddy take what he needs.”

This has become somewhat of a habit as of late; Ayato retires from his endless work at an ungodly hour to snuggle into bed—into his plush pillows and fluffy comforter and your sweet, sweet cunt—and rails the hell out of you before finally falling asleep.

You can’t say you blame him, though.

Your Daddy’s been under so much stress lately. Shipments gone wrong, product gone missing, men gone missing with it, disappearing into thin air as smoothly as a ghost, leaving mere wisps of their auras behind.

But your Daddy is a smart man, a ruthless man, and he knows how to grasp those wisps and turn them into threads, braid them into ropes, tie them into nooses.

Still, it’s exhausting work, and his favourite way to end his fourteen hour workdays, to relax and release all of the tension that’s been collecting in his muscles, is by fucking you into oblivion.

Not that you mind, of course. You never mind. His pretty, perfect little princess, shining with your sterling obedience and your desperation to submit.

It hurts every single night, Ayato consistently failing to prep you and stretch you out properly, opting instead to use two saliva-slicked fingers pumping in and out of your cunt until it’s just wet enough for his cock to slide in with minimal pain for him.

His cock momentarily eradicates the thick haze of sleep as it stretches you open, stinging sparks shooting down your inner thighs as your delicate flesh tears itself wide for him, ready and eager to welcome him home.

A lethargic hiss trickles through the gaps of your teeth, soft features crumpling in discomfort as dainty fingers curl in the lavish pillows, nails scraping against the Egyptian cotton, a tender hush dripping from your Daddy’s lips, sweet and silky as the most decadent syrup.

He’s not often an impatient man, preferring to take his time when he fucks you, to appreciate each and every precious little detail—the hitch in your breath, the whiny mewls on your tongue, the way your nose oh-so-cutely scrunches up when his cockhead rams your cervix—and singe them into the pages of his memory.

But lately, on these nights, it seems that he just can’t wait, that he just needs you immediately—needs to fuck his soul into you, to fuck your soul out of you, to pour all of his frustrations of the day into your cunt and watch them ooze out in thick dollops of glistening cream.

It’s a nice change of pace, if you’re being honest. There is something so sexy, something so powerful, in watching a distinguished and elegant man such as your Daddy absolutely fall apart with desperate desire for you—to allow himself to melt into your body and become one, temporarily freed from the shackles of Yakuza Boss and Yashiro Commissioner and the heaviness such titles carry with them; to be wracked with this seemingly insatiable hunger that only you can cure, only you can fill, only you can fix, even if it’s only for but a moment, the insatiable sated until it resurfaces by the next night and you offer him that heavenly release all over again.

“Just let Daddy takes what he needs tonight,” he’s repeating as he bottoms out, cockhead pressed tightly against your sore cervix.

“Daddy can take whatever he wants, whenever he wants it,” you mumble up at him, stars of worship in your eyes, their shine unhindered by the bleary glaze of sleep. “It’s all yours, Daddy, always.”

You look so fucking beautiful, so fucking breathtaking when you get like this, staring at him like he’s some sort of god, as if he carved the moon and painted the constellations in the night sky himself, voice stuffed full of such sheer devotion, such unadulterated love for him that your words scald his skin, searing themselves into smooth flesh and burrowing deep into his tissues, never to be removed.

He pauses for a moment, gaze softening as his eyes glide gently across your face, overflowing with fondness. Lithe fingers brush hair back from your temples, Ayato leaning down to press his lips firmly to yours—a second for him to savour the moment, to suck it into his mouth and curl his tongue around it, protective as it presses it further and further, holds it tighter and tighter, then swallows it down.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against your mouth, soft and warm. “I love you.”

Large hands skim along your thighs, molding your pliant body into whatever position he deems satisfactory tonight, legs folded up on either side of your torso as nimble fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, limbs limp and muscles malleable from sleep, yielding to the tender will of their master as he crafts you into a brand new masterpiece; something created only to be beautifully destroyed.

And then, he begins, the slow draw back as he drags his cock nearly entirely from your body a precursory wind up, gathering power and momentum before he slams back into you in a single, swift, fluid movement.

It’s hard, and rough, and fast, the ruthless snapping of his hips jostling your body with each plunge into you, his grip on your flesh the only thing preventing you from being shoved up the mattress.

A sharp cry tears up your throat, his name and his title a tangled mess on your sloppy tongue, and he hushes you, the gentle sound juxtaposing his relentless fucking, his voice a pacifying lullaby as he tells you to Rest, angel, rest for Daddy.

Ever compliant, you nod, heavy lids drooping with Daddy’s permission, eyes glassy with the prick of tears, shimmering droplets embellishing your thick lashes in their stubborn refusal to fall.

“So pretty, my sweet girl,” Ayato’s breathing, a thumb swiping across your cheekbone, the tip of his finger grazing your lashes and collecting your tears, bringing them to his mouth as the point of his tongue licks the salt clean, the maneuver slowing his pace for no longer than a single instant. “So, so pretty for me.”

It’s only in these moments, in the dark of the night and the heat of your breathy sounds, that he can truly allow himself to let everything loose.

And you let him, every night.

Snarls rip from his chest, each one more vicious than the last, blunt nails biting his name into your skin in purple-tinged crescents, his hips gaining speed with each buck into you.

Jutting hipbones carve a space for themselves in the supple flesh of your inner thighs, staining them with the most magnificent galaxies—brilliant blues and swirling violets and specks of crimson—microscopic worlds he creates for the two of you, a whole universe between your legs that will fade by morning.

You can practically feel the stress melting out of him, leaking from his muscles and seeping from his pores, rigid and tense form becoming more languid and lax with the rough ruts of his hips.

But despite his growing reprieve, his strength does not falter.

His pace is pounding, cockhead ramming against your cervix with each merciless piston, and that elegant, dignified man of high society melts away, fastidious nature consumed as he indulges himself in these hedonisms, drowns himself in the chaos and the uncontrollable and succumbs to what he needs, what only you can offer him.

“Only you,” he pants out like he’s reaffirming a mantra, strands of blue drenched with sweat hanging in his eyes, swaying slightly with each brush of his eyelashes. “Only you, baby. You give it to me like no one else.”

“Only me,” you mumble out, words slurred, delicate fingers curling weakly against his shoulders, nails collecting flesh beneath them as you cling to him. “Me, me, me.”

And you can’t help but feel a thick swell of privilege, of pride, that no one else in the universe gets to see him like this—unhinged, rabid, desperate for you—that no one else allows him a space to be like this, that no one else in the would could ever make him like this, not the way you do.

Tilting his head downward, his forehead knocks against yours, tongue hanging limply from his mouth as uneven breaths waft across your face, soft moans pushed from his chest with each thrust, strands of saliva drizzling across your lips and your chin.

His scent invades your body—potent notes of sandalwood and jasmine rushing down your throat and into your lungs, soaking through deep tissue and twining through your blood, making you one; irrevocable, irreversible.

A pitchy whimper catches in your chest, fragmented by his rough hips, as your tongue sops up his spit, the taste a shot of spice to your senses, mouth instinctually falling open and begging for more.

“God,” he keens, eyes frantic as they sweep across your face, down your neck, to your tits, to where you are conjoined, a groan rattling his ribs. “You always know just how to help Daddy, don’t you, princess? Such a—ah—such a good girl for me, aren’t you,”

It isn’t phrased as a question—you both know you are, his good girl, his best girl—but you answer anyway, head nodding in wobbly movements, mewling out, “Always, Daddy, always wanna be good f’you,”

“Look at you, my perfect baby,” he nearly spits at you, words tapering off into a hoarse whine. “So good for me, taking my cock so well.”

His voice is ragged velvet, torn haphazardly with sharp sheers, his snarled out praises resonant and rumbly, his sweet sentiments paradoxed by a harsh tone. It evolves in time with the acceleration of his movements, morphing from that sophisticated, almost regal cadence to something much deeper, much darker, decadent as it spills from his lips.

Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, you’re babbling out with stupid little jerks of your head, words a sticky stream steadily flowing from your mouth, drenched in spit and lathered with tears.

It’s admirable, how he still manages to retain such finesse, a rhythm that’s almost graceful in a way despite the brutal jackhammering of his hips, so hard, so forceful the rosewood of his headboard rocks against the wall, harmonious with the scrape of wood against wood beneath your bodies.

And even in the midst of all his growling and guttural words, all his vicious thrusts and gnashing teeth, he still stares at you with so much adoration it pours from his irises, thick and heady as it smothers your skin, cradles you in the warmest blanket, stitched together with appreciation.

The pain only works to amplify the pleasure, the heady concoction buzzing through your veins with every pump of his hips, leaving your blood tingling in its wake. Everything feels hazy, weighted with thick exhaustion, the veil of sleep diffusing your vision and turning the room into soft, blurred edges and lethargic, dreamy movements.

But it feels good, the steady grind of your Daddy’s cock against that spot, the bouts of thorns it sends fizzing through your gut chased promptly by soothing flares, the comforting heat of his body—his sweat and his spit and his breath—blanketing yours.

It’s all so very blissful, and you’re merely enjoying the sensation when your orgasm shatters it suddenly, breaks the euphoria into sharp shards that slice through your skin and pierce through your organs, lidded eyes snapping open as your body goes rigid and your cunt convulses around your Daddy’s cock, a gushing warmth flooding the apex of your thighs.

Ayato’s murmuring something in that dark, sweet, smooth lilt as he continues to slam into you, but you’re too fucked out to comprehend it, everything muted by hedonistic languor.

You barely feel him cum, senses gone blunt and numb by the time his hips are stuttering to a stop, his cock nothing more than a dull, faint throbbing against your cervix.

You can feel his cum leaking out of you, though, dribbling out of your cute little hole and smearing across your thighs, a soft whine slipping from your parted lips as Ayato leans back, dispelling the warmth his body had provided.

“Beautiful,” he’s breathing out to himself, periwinkle eyes fixated on your cunt as his thumb swipes across it, a violent shiver rippling through your flesh. It seems as though he’s in some sort of trance, captivated by your body, your beauty, gaze scanning your skin for dollops of cream and smearing them across rapidly developing blotches of violet—the perfect canvas, painted with him.

But then you’re whimpering, nonsensical little noises that slip from your lips as you make grabby hands at him, and he’s smiling, pulled from whatever spell your cunt and his cum had cast over him, fingers lacing with yours as he leans forward to press a kiss against your damp forehead before he’s gone again.

You try to follow, but everything aches, muscles dense and heavy with the pleasure that has seeped into your tissues. Residual tears shield your eyes, rendering your gaze watery, belatedly watching as your Daddy moves around the room, his body nothing more than a collection of blurry, wavering lines. Blinking hard and with conviction, you dispel the bleariness from your vision, a pair of crystals rolling down your cheeks, Ayato suddenly crisp, clear.

“Daddy?”

An involuntary wince twists your features as the term leaves your lips, letters ragged and ruined, voice wrecked and raw. An attempt to clear your throat does nothing but make it worse, the noise spiky, stinging as it scrapes against the gummy walls.

“Shh, baby,” Ayato’s saying as he hovers over you, a damp washcloth in his hand. “Daddy’s here, right here.”

He looks utterly spent, amethyst eyes dull and sunken, hair mussed with salt and sweat, voice soft but weighted with fatigue.

“Daddy,” you say again, a frown marring your face as large hands gently spread your cum splattered thighs, mindful of your sore muscles. “S’fine, just leave it,”

“No,” he responds with a singular shake of his head, voice simultaneously tender and firm. “Daddy has to clean it, sweetheart, or it’ll crust and stick, and that will hurt you.”

“S’okay,” you mumble sleepily with a shrug. “I can jus’ clean it in th’morning.”

“A Daddy isn’t a very good Daddy if he doesn’t clean up the mess he’s made, don’t you agree?”

“But—But you’re exhausted, Daddy,” the protest comes out as a stringy whine, your frown morphing into a pout so deep it puckers your forehead. “You need’ta rest, too!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmurs, ministrations paused to gaze upon you with stifling fondness, a palm caressing your cheek. His thumb skims across your lips, tracing the bow and the curve, a small but genuine grin spreading across his own. “You’re so cute. But you don’t need to worry about Daddy, okay? He’ll rest as soon as he’s finished with you, he promises. Now, go back to sleep, darling.”

And although his voice is sweet and his actions are tender, there is an implicit order folded into them, firm and strong and indicating that this conversation is over; his word is final, and it’d be wise to obey, just like the good little girl you are.

“Okay,” you whisper, eyes finally slipping shut again, dry and tacky as the salt-encrusted lids stick together. “G’night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, precious.”

The satisfying warmth of happiness bubbles in your chest as you allow unconsciousness to finally envelop you, faded giggles tickling the back of your tongue while you drift further and further into its comforting embrace, those two little words swimming laps in your mind. Only you, only you, only you.

Only you can offer him this solace, only you can grant him this reprieve, only you can fulfill his desires.

Only you.

And whatever he wants, whatever he needs, it’s his to take, always.

#kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato smut #kamisato ayato x you #ayato smut #eeee yay!!!!#tw:somnophilia

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4ddi3addie2005 · 2 years ago

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hiiiiiiiii, i was wondering if your requests were open, and if so, could you do a hair braiding fic with Wally Darling x gn!reader? like. wally has No Idea how to braid hair because his hair is always, Like That and the reader teaches him how and then he does their hair and they're both blushing and,

accidentally went off the rails and wrote 2k+ words and i forgot the prompt halfway but here it is :”D i literally have no idea how to braid hair or fix hair. tried to learn before i chopped it off and literally cried sooo there’s no tutorial in here djdvshdvsh super fun to write!! sorry if it wasn’t what you expected aha

cw: touch-centric, maybeee non-consensual kissing?? reader is cool with it but no questions were asked, mild implications of mind-reading, mentions of blood and needles

Desc: Wally X Human Reader,,, julie and wally style your hair before the former needs to leave due to a butterfly-related emergency. it’s just you and him.

No horror this time lol

Everyone in Home was just so fascinated with your hair! Especially Julie. She was pretty handy with her own locks of yarn, so when you strolled in with those thread-thin layers (no, thinner than thread!) she was lightning-fast to sink her hands into it and start suggesting styles! Poor girl nearly exploded when you told her she could go crazy with it, you didn’t mind! You were at ease just letting her run a comically large comb through it, but you were yanked from your serenity when she pulled out the needles.

Turns out, the citizens of Home have a unique way of grooming, involving pins and sharp bits, string, a bit of dexterity…

Her scream was as instantaneous as your yelp. You grabbed the back of your head and felt a hot dewdrop stick to your palm.

Honest mistake, really. You told Julie she was fine! You should have thought of it sooner, haha. There was a teary-eyed apology and a hug. You’re never going to get used to their empathy, you think.

Later, she was recalling the strange story to her friends, noting that their new buddy is slap-full of paint! It hurts for that paint to spill out, apparently! Wally was listening.

Little guy creeped you out, honestly. It wasn’t like you didn’t like spending time with him, you just always felt like there was something brewing behind that permanent smile. No one else seemed to notice or care.

And he was on to you, too. Your mind felt… strange when he was around. You don’t know how to voice these concerns, so you didn’t.

You were fast friends either way. There was a mutual understanding of… something. You knew you two were kindred spirits right when you laid eyes on him.

Anyways.

You loved that big ole’ ball of yarn he had. “Hair” was a strong word, it was all stitched in, but it was even better to bat around or give a little squeeze! And he sure didn’t mind at all! Sometimes he’d even ask you to run your fingers through it or stitch something back into place. He trusted you a lot with his pomp. You think it has to do with your agile fingers, or your nails. (Your nails were a big hit in Home! You gave the best scritches, according to Barnaby.)

You eventually rescheduled that hair-styling date with Julie, more than a few times. The neighbors were never far behind, but Wally tagged along the most. His passion for fashion was no secret so he and Julie collaborated often to dress you up like a doll. You’d get the chance to style them, too. They thought your preferences were unique for a number of reasons and marveled at their transformations.

Today was one of those days. You had your head hanging over the sink, squeezing out shampoo. You had brought your own products because fabric softener didn’t agree with your… anything, really. You were washing out the absolute excess of spray, gel, glue, and whatever the heck Julie had plastered to your skull for your latest look. Your scalp was screaming for emptiness, but sweet Jul still had some fire left in her and was intent to braid your whole head while it was damp, as she was basically dreaming to see you with a head full of curls! You’d do anything for her, so whatever.

Wally was sitting on the counter, gazing at himself in a small hand-held mirror with the larger bathroom mirror blatantly behind him. His lips were moving silently in accordance to a song playing idly from the record player in another room.

Julie was beside you, also bouncing along to the distant melody, doing her makeup. She was in an orange mood today, she said.

“Alright, Jul, I’m ready.” You stood straight up and attempted to straighten out your aching back.

“Oh! But my…! Give me a second, just wring it out; I’m almost there.”

You took a towel and gave your hair a good squeeze, having a brief vision of folding it on the floor like a pillow and going to sleep. You prayed she’d have you sit down.

“Okie-dokie!” She slapped her pallette down on the counter. Wally looked up. “I’m ready.”

You yawned and you felt your eyes unfocus in the mirror. Standing on a stool to reach you, she ran her hands through your wet locks until it reached some sort of satisfactory position, and started from the top. You could feel her precision in your skull.

Wally’s attention drifted away from himself and he leaned in; his lazy gaze looking very similar to your own at the moment. “Now how’re you doing that, Julie?”

“It’s super easy! You just section it out, like so…”

Her explanation was lost on you. You were fantasizing about a nap.

“You try it!”

You floated back into reality when gentle hands sifted into your hair. With Julie, debatably a professional, styling and cutting for you all the time, you could easily sense the inexperience. The process began again, albeit slower, clumsier, and Julie started to tap her foot.

“You take that side, and I’ll take this side! We’ll be done in no time.”

Braid upon braid was piled onto your head. You focused more on the progress on your left, where you actually saw Wally squint in the mirror. Julie worked so fast that you couldn’t even feel it sometimes. Wally had his soft fingers against your scalp, tugging gently at the strands tight to your head for closer coverage. Julie stopped to help him every once in a while. You closed your eyes.

A commotion from the living room. Doors being thrown open.

“Julie, by stars, we NEED you!” Frank had rushed into the bathroom with the frenzy of someone being chased by an ax murderer. “A-27 is emerging and has requested you be there! For her, Julie!”

Julie gasped and dropped the hair she had so delicately braided. “Chryssabellum? She isn’t due for another week! Oh, um Wally!” She ran backwards out the door and flicked her hand. “You finish that!”

The door was swung halfway closed and the two were gone in a flash. You just stared.

“Hi, Frank. Okay, Julie.” Wally said after a long moment of them being gone. He hadn’t even looked up from braiding.

“Wow.” You breathed. Okay. “Can we sit down?”

“Sure. You look very very tired. I would be too, I think.”

You let out the most satisfying sigh ever and sank to the floor. The cold linoleum was heavenly in contrast to the balmy air. With only being twelve apples tall, Wally could still easily reach the top of your head. You planted your hands on the floor and leaned your head back, resting it on your shoulders.

His progress didn’t shift at all. He kept at it, slow, careful, learning, folding your hair over and over again.

Now that you think about it, Wally’s never fooled with your hair before. He was more of a wardrobe guy. “How’s it going back there?”

“It is going much!”

You let out another dramatic sigh. “She worked me today, Wally. She really did.”

“I can tell. You looked nice though. And funny.” He went for that spot between your neck and your skull, making little scratching motions to bring the hair closer to him before starting to braid. You let your eyes slip shut. He got on his knees for a better angle.

Yet another sigh. You got off your hands completely, preferring to lean back into his lap. Unbothered, yet hindered, he took his hands away, gazing down.

“You got sweet little hands, man.” You iterated by taking one in your own. It was damp from your hair. His whole outfit, including him, was now dampened by your hair.

“Thank you. They’re mine.”

“They are.” You repeated, smiling. It was sadly taken away.

“Sorry. Julie told me to finish.”

You huffed lightheartedly. “Can you manage upside-down?”

“I can try.” He straightened his legs, placing each at your side.

So you rolled over, crossing your arms over his thighs (or the equivalent) and laying on them. Your forehead was comfy against his abdomen. Finally satisfied, your eyelids dropped.

He started working on your hair again, adapting to the new position quickly. You were lost in the motions once again before the record player, for the first time that night, caught your attention.

It was playing something slow, emotional. Not quite sultry, you think. Goodness no. Just… passionate. Wally was humming along. You could feel the tiny rumble coming from somewhere inside him as he did so. Every once in a while, he’d whisper a breathy strand of lyrics that had you… thinking.

Everyone in Home was about as shy as a golden retriever. Embraces like this were not uncommon. In the time you’ve existed here, you’ve been hugged, kissed, cuddled, coddled, and just plain handled more than you ever have in your entire life.

So why were you all of a sudden funny about it? It’s not like your position was scandalous. Could be misinterpreted among humans, but it was very very very difficult for puppets to be scandalous. You appreciated that. You’ll forget about these fuzzy feelings later, you reckon. Hopefully.

He must have finished, or was close to it, because the lovely little motions stopped and he had one braid between his fingers.

“It’s like a paintbrush.” He positioned the end to mimic the act of painting his hand. “You’re full of them.”

You smiled against his legs. Now that he didn’t have an objective, you lazily looped your arms around him, further crushing yourself into his middle. He folded his hands in your hair.

Wally didn’t feel the need to make conversation or small talk, or anything like that. You were fine, there was no pressure on you to do so either. He was content to stare holes in the back of your head. You imagined that he was painting you in his mind, picking out a shade for each thread of your hair, envisioning just the right stroke at just the right speed so he could fully capture the wonders of you. Maybe he’d even paint with your hair. That’d be a fun exercise.

You got bored of imagining and flipped over. He never let go of you, which translated to his hands lightly traveling to your cheeks. You were met with deep black vaults, barely outlined by white, connecting with your own. Startling to a stranger, slightly less startling to you.

With his hands on either side of your face, you couldn’t help but feel something other than fear. You reached up and poked where his nose would be. He returned the gesture by brushing his thumbs down the slopes of your nose. The record player continued softly.

“Sorry for getting you all wet.” His damp hands felt nice though. Like getting a facial. You wouldn’t be surprised if your skin was a tad shinier after this.

“It’s fine. You’re still warm.”

Your face sure felt warm.

It slowly dawned on you that this interaction was getting less and less friendly. In the best of ways. Would he even know what you were talking about if you brought it up? Probably not. You’d sound like an idiot if you were too direct.

“What’re we doing here, Walls?”

His smile barely widened, in a half-laugh kind of way. His thumbs moved to smooth your cheekbones. They ached from your smile.

“The funny things you’re thinking about… that’s what we’re doing.”

You were just about to ask what he meant.

“Muah.” He said, against your teeth, catching your open mouth just in time. You felt fuzz on your tongue. His departure somehow caught your bottom lip. It tapped back to your teeth unceremoniously. Over before you knew it.

Very not friendly, you realized.

“Wally!” You flicked him on the shoulder, playfully offended. “Some gentlemen you are.”

He giggled, mirth wrinkling his eyes and your own.

“Did I do good?”

You licked your lips unconsciously. “Yeah, yeah. That was fine.”

His hand found your chin, barely tugging at your lip. It didn’t even expose your teeth, just serving to drive you absolutely insane.

“Are you sure I did it right…?” He asked.

“You usually open your mouth.” You finally said, quietly. Your hands and fingers and nails found the back of his head, burrowing under the yarn of that stitched in hair-do.

“Oh. That’s it, then.” His volume matched your own. You were lowering him towards you. Of course he’d have his eyes open, wide and starry. You got ready to close yours. You had just the faintest idea of what you were about to do.

A commotion from the front door.

You meant to yank your hand out of his hair and act as natural as possible when your finger snagged and you ended up snatching his head to the side.

“Oh! N— Wally I am so sorry.” Poor guy looked completely bewildered.

You automatically glanced at the door to see Julie’s befuddled gaze that clearly asked ‘Am I interrupting something?’ She said nothing, but cracked a grin as you hastily untangled from his pomp and addressed her from his lap way too casually.

“So, how did it go!”

“Um, good! Good. A little rough at first. Chrysabellum has a pattern on her wings that we haven’t seen before…”

She was definitely asking you about this later. And you definitely weren’t going to know what to say.

#wally darling x reader #welcome home x reader #wally darling x you #wally darling x y/n

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monstress · 2 years ago

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hii. if u dont mind, could u please share that "change of attitude" towards journaling? i feel like i really need that.. since i myself changed my attitude towards drawing and have been much more productive and happy doing it this last year. however Writing About Myself its another beast completely.. hope u r having a nice day! 🍃

hope you're having a lovely day as well! anyways as i was typing this up, what starts as a small tidbit has gone off the rails so i suppose this is my blanket advice as a newbie in journaling:

the materials!

choosing the titular journal aka notebook:

soft vs hard cover - i didn't realize this is SUCH a deciding factor until much later. most people prefer soft covers since journals can get massive with use but it's very subjective. be tactile - if it just don't feel right in ur hands, it's not gonna be something u reach out for when u have free time.

size - the most common sizes are A5, A6 or regular aka travelers notebook. you have to think abt who you are as a writer. do u have a large handwriting that takes up pages and pages? do you like space or are you overwhelmed by a blank page? do you travel a lot and do u want something unobtrusive in your bag? choose something that will reasonable work as a part of your daily life.

paper texture - paper that is smooth to write in are a great source of pleasure. notebooks with 100gsm paper is a good benchmark.

price - pleaseeee do not break the bank to purchase a fancy notebook. an expensive notebook can become an unloved one. you'd be too stressed to ensure every entry is perfect and pretty enough and the notebook eventually becomes too intimidating for you to fill in. check out your local hypermarket or online stores for quality notebooks. moleskins are overrated--in my country, they are v v expensive so don't feel pressure to buy a certain stationary just bc you see them often on ig/tiktok like my journal cost me approximately RM10 (USD2.34) and my new one w 100gsm paper cost me RM17 (USD4) like affordable options are out there!

build a connection with your notebook - listen...this sounds strange but having an attachment with your journal and making it inviting as possible is a great source of motivation. personalize it: add stickers, doodle or paint the cover. get a fabric/pvc cover to keep it clean if you'd like (you can add lil papers/stickers on ur actual notebook cover before putting on the pvc cover! very cute and easy)

and your pens:

again: less is more! use any relatively cheap pens you like - be it for the ink or smoothness. if you want to journal a lot, expect to lose a few pens during traveling or just around the house lmao

for fans of darker inks like me, i use Uni-ball Signo Broad, M&G R3 retractable gel pen and my favorite: Faber Castell RX Gel Pen 0.38mm - which cost like RM1.49 (i dont wanna convert - it's change money in america)

final note: i don't use fountain pens so i'm afraid i'm not well-versed enough to advise in that department but i deeply respect (and a little in awe) of journallers who use them 🫡

the tenet!

purpose: what do u plan to use the notebook for? daily journal? art journal? planner? all three? it's your life! live deliciously! since i have a 9-5 job, i know i can't keep up with more than one journal so i've been using mines as a diary and i dump my daily activities/thoughts/reviews of all kinds of media i'm currently obsessed with and it fills up quick!

don't be too hard on yourself: if you missed a day or two of journalling, it's fine - take it back up. write down anything memorable you'd like in the past few days. if you come across a certain blank page your brain is blanking to fill, perhaps after a previous dark entry, skip the page. skip two pages if needed. don't be scared of blank pages. if it needs to be blank, let it be.

it doesn't have to only be words! add stickers, dried flowers, receipts, ticket stubs, other ephemera you collected in the day. be artful! go crazy on page decoration!!

if there's anything you take away from this post, it's this: if you truly want a journal that is used up quickly, do not have plans to share it on social media. personally, i find once you are in the mindset of sharing your journal for an audience's consumption, you get worried whether it's "aesthetic" enough or is it too boring or too ugly or too dark or that you don't upload regularly enough. social media can be inhibiting your creativity or motivation to journal like let your animal brain ruminate in private! stay free from the shackles of responsibility!

#answered #poseida #journals #journaling tips #also in return i need to know what u did to change your attitude with drawing! i need to get back on that horse!

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armpirate · 10 months ago

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 3

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

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Y/n stopped in front of her elevator, wondering whether she should get in there to get to her floor, and then she looked to her left. She could see the few steps that marked the beginning of a long way up to the third floor, and while she fixed her eyes on the grayish stain -that had been there ever since she moved to the building-, she remembered how judged she felt earlier that day when she joined her colleagues' conversation.

—Your metabolism works like that now, but it'll go all down to your ass if you keep a sedentary life —her brunette coworker sighed—. You'll also feel happier with yourself. You'll feel productive. I promise you, going to the gym will change your life.

Donna was a failed attempt of influencer. Of course she would preach the fitness life she advertised on her social media, she had an image to maintain -even if she was still working in the editorial as the big mouth that made young girls feel bad over not looking like her. Not only teenage girls, Y/n herself let her comment and cocky smile get to her, instantly thinking that she maybe was right.

Her colleague was dumb, but she was even dumber for paying attention to whatever bullshit she said, and choosing to get to her floor through the stairs.

She didn't go to the gym, but she had a long route -coming and going- from her place to the station, and from the station to the workplace. It wasn't like she didn't move throughout the day. Actually, she thought she moved a little bit too much.

After reaching the second floor, she could feel that burning sensation on her calves, rising to the back of her knees. But she still ignored it, cheering herself with the idea of being almost there.

Pulling from the railing, she gave herself the last impulse to give the first step on the third floor, sighing with a tired smile as she threw her head back. Although it was soon replaced by a whine as she bent her body onwards, assuring herself she wouldn't be as dumb to do that again, unless she had no other choice.

As she looked down, she noticed all the traces of her neighbor's moving were completely gone: there were no small cork balls, the huge box was also gone... and so it was the small note she hung on his door.

Her shoulder sank to her sides when she turned around and realized the note changed its position, going from his door to being hung at hers then. She hurried to the door, taking the piece of paper, just to see he wrote something under her first note.

"It's easier for me to understand things when someone speaks to me directly, instead of leaving notes"

And the smiley face next to it almost made her lose it.

Her right eye started throbbing, almost blinking by itself as she crumpled the paper in her hand. But even in that situation, she tried to find as much inner peace as possible, slowly turning around to his door when she felt the throb almost disappearing.

If he wanted her to speak to him directly, she would.

She rang his bell once... twice... three times. She knocked on his door, and waited for him to open it, only to be paid back with silence.

Maybe if she had had a good day -instead of being questioned about her habits-, and maybe, just maybe, if she had slept properly -which was ironic whose fault it was-, she probably wouldn't have gone the bad route. But she was tired, angry, and the rope to her patience kept shortening a little.

Twisting her lips, she took out her phone and opened the residents' group chat.

Y/n: The last few days a few annoying and noisy activities had been carried out. In order to keep the good environment in the building, I ask for the new resident to adapt to the norms and respect that are part of our building. Thank you.

She closed the app and locked her screen, saving the phone back in her jacket as she made her way to her apartment.

She couldn't feel bad about it even if she thought about it. She called out his attention in a respectful and private way, and he mocked her for it. Now she was sure he would indeed understand what the characters on the text were saying. And if he wasn't able to understand what was written, at least shame would get to him.

Shame would get to him... What a joke that was.

Her neighbor was indeed in the residents' group chat, and he did read her text, that was why he clapped back with something that had nothing to do with the noise.

Unknown: Since we're at it. I would also like to talk about something that's also been bothering me since I moved in. I come pretty late at night, and I always end up wet because 3A waters her plants in the balcony that's on the street side.

Not only did she think it was the dumbest complaint he could think of, it was also a lie. By the time she watered her plants, he wasn't even home. She knew it because the way he interrupted her sleep followed an annoying pattern that always started around three and four in the morning.

Either way, that message took Roger not longer than half a day to show up at her door, reaching out to her in a friendly way about the flowers issue. He was something like the person in charge to keep the good environment in the building, and to keep note of every complaint or any problem that could come up regarding the place they were living -at least regarding the common areas.

—So you come to talk to me, but you don't talk to him? —she raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms over her chest.

—I did talk to him —he passed his hand over his shaven head—. Yesterday morning before he left for work. And it seems like he was rational about it, so I'm asking you to take the flowers away. Use plastic ones, you won't have to water them. It's a win win —he suggested with a forced smile.

Y/n gave in, but not without throwing a killing glare at his closed door, before she made sure to slam the door as hard as possible before she stepped back inside. On one hand, she did it because of the little problem she had with it. But on the other hand, she felt chills running down her spine as the walls vibrated to the sound.

Never, in the year and a half she had been living there, she had been called out for anything. And after he showed up, she felt judged and cornered for the dumbest reasons. The fact that it also happened the only day she'd stay home, because she finally managed to get her landlord to hire someone to repair the door, made her even more frustrated.

She tried to distract herself by doing some cleaning, and hung out the washing on the edge of the window that was on the common interior courtyard of the building.

Maybe she shouldn't have done it, but her rage was acting on her behalf. Pressing her lips together, she used the broomstick to reach out to the velvet shirt that was hanging on his clothesline under his window. She had no idea what she wanted to do with it, but she gasped when instead of hooking it up around the tip, it fell three floors down.

Could be that was even better.

With a smirk, she picked up the bottle of bleach that was saved in one of the lower drawers in her kitchen, throwing a bit over the wrinkled fabric.

—You're bothered about water. Let's see if it's better with bleach.

Y/n closed her window, and drew the thin white curtain, after all of her clothes were hanging, taking the rest of the morning to wait for someone that should be about to come.

Jungkook woke up with a groan, rolling in his bed, stretching his body with a smile when he realized he had been able to sleep without being interrupted by his neighbor.

It was the first time since he moved there that he was able to sleep those seven hours in a row -because not even the weekends were an excuse for some little peace between them. In a good mood, he walked around his home, tidying some things up.

Honestly, one of the girls was right. He felt way better after all of the boxes were gone and he found some stability in the order he settled. It felt like his home, finally.

His mood was still cheerful, despite noticing one of the most expensive shirts he owned on the floor of the common courtyard. Could be he didn't place it properly, or maybe the pinches broke, since the two of them were also on the floor.

Jungkook walked down the stairs, giving little jumps until he reached the entrance to that common area -that he found quite useless. His mood changed in a matter of seconds, after he picked up his shirt. There was a huge stain that adopted a pink-ish tone that stood out among the velvety ones. As he raised it to check it better, a strong chemical odor he slightly recognized filled his nostrils, forcing him to lower his arms.

—That crazy psycho —he muttered, looking up at her window.

That shirt cost him seven stitches on his eyebrow, after he fell knocked out in a fight. He had allowed that other bigger boy to break his face, because it was dealt that way between that other guy's trainer and him. And that maniac destroyed it in a matter of seconds.

While he looked at the stain on his shirt, he found a man curiously looking at the entrance while he waited for the lift. And judging by his uniform and the tool case he was carrying, he guessed he wasn't there to pay a visit to someone.

—Woodsbroz? —Jungkook asked, raising his eyebrow.

—Ah yeah —the man smiled—. We work with wood, but mainly doors and windows.

He smirked, nodding at the information, although he wasn't genuinely curious. He was just thinking out loud, unaware that the man could easily hear him. That smirk quickly disappeared, turning into a thinking expression when the man hit the third floor button before he could.

—Are you going to work at the 3A? —Jungkook casually asked, turning to him.

—Yeah, why? —the man frowned.

The younger boy grimaced at the comment, auguring anything but good news to the older man at his right.

—She isn't home today —Jungkook lied.

—Seriously? —the man scoffed, tilting his head annoyed— I was pretty clear that I'd come, and they assured me there would be someone waiting for me. How am I supposed to work like this? —he mumbled to himself.

—Yeah, some people have no respect —Jungkook agreed—. Well, have a nice day —he greeted them when they reached his floor.

—Have a nice day. Thanks for warning me.

Y/n ran to the door when she heard the sound of the elevator reaching her floor, looking through her peephole, but only seeing a tall auburn man with short hair. She wasn't quite sure of who he was, but he did look good from behind, even if he was wearing baggy clothes that barely allowed her to admire him properly. But all that attraction slowly vanished when he twisted his tattooed wrist, opening the lock and stepping inside the house she had been having nightmares with.

So that man was the one she started a war with? She was damned.

Her blood was boiling after she called her landlord, and he told her the company did send someone, but they were told no one was at home. Her jaw was clenched so tight that she could almost hear her teeth squeaking as soon as she was aware of what happened.

Of course her neighbor had something to do with the fact that her door would still not close properly.

She lost one day of work, which meant losing ten dollars in subsistence allowance, and she was convinced she'd have to lose another day of work to be able to be home when the carpenter showed up again, which meant the loss of another ten dollars. And the fact that she wasn't going to work, and there was no way she could justify it, also meant she would have an absence of two days and she wouldn't be paid for those days either.

Of course that morning she wouldn't let him sleep, sticking her wireless speaker to their shared wall to blast some 90s techno songs. There was no response on his side though, until late into the night, that he started kicking the wall past twelve.

And he played it double.

She didn't know. She thought that maybe he was waiting for her next move until the old lady from the 2B apartment knocked on her door with a dirty letter on her name.

Her breathing was faster, her chest was bulking with anger when she saw the stains of sauces on a penalty fee that would have cost her three hundred dollars if her neighbor hadn't noticed it in the bin. She had enough with being called out in the middle of nowhere after she tried to sneak in the subway, because she realized way too late she didn't pay for the monthly pass three days into the month, to having to add a bigger amount of money to pay.

She could only think about how she hoped he didn't dare to make a sound that night.

But of course 3B was going to do the exact opposite she wanted. She moaned into her pillow when his headboard started kicking the shared wall with a rhythm move, slowly being followed by some whines and groans.

As usual, Y/n kicked back. As expected, she was completely ignored, which added with what happened earlier that evening, didn't help to rub her inner peace.

She thought of where to hit him to hurt him the most, and it was when she remembered the drill she bought shortly after she moved there, to assemble some of the furniture that didn't come with the house. She placed the biggest drill bit until it clicked, starting the engine a few times to make sure it worked.

Jungkook, whose face was sunk on the neck of the brunette he took home, moved up slightly at that weird sound, looking down at her. Maybe he was already imagining things, or so he thought when she looked up to him, confused at his sudden move. He simply shook his head, bending over again to kiss her before she made them roll over the mattress so she would be on top of him.

It was the last move she could do before the thick drill bit crossed the wall, at the length of Y/n's head -more or less-, over the part that was closer to the corner rather than the bed.

The girl hopped off Jungkook scared, looking at the small hole that had been formed in front of their eyes.

—The fuck? —Jungkook mumbled, kneeling on the bed to see it better.

But even if he had wanted to pay more attention to it, he still tried to ignore it, trying to reach the girl that was now sitting on the bed, trying to be as far from the wall as possible.

—She's just a crazy lady. Let's get back to where we were —Jungkook tried to convince her.

But Y/n's voice, warning them of consequences if they kept bothering her, made the girl push him away as Jungkook chuckled at the tone of voice his neighbor was using.

—Are you fucking serious right now? You think this shit is funny? —the girl reproached him— You're insane —she concluded, getting up to get dressed.

Jungkook simply laid on his bed, still giggling at the length his neighbor went to to keep that push and pull game they had going on alive. He knew any other person wouldn't have found the funny part of that at all, but he couldn't help it. It was way too comedic to ignore it.

—Do you want me to call you? —he asked.

—Don't —she rushed to answer—. In fact, don't approach me if you see me on the street. Forget I exist.

Not like it was difficult for him either. Added to his lack of desire to see her again, they were living in Chicago. The chances of them coming across one another were quite low.

After he was left alone again, he curiously peeked through the hole Y/n had just created, disappointed at seeing no one there. His neighbor had a screw loose, but she certainly was a good sight by the little he saw of her his second day in the building.

Jungkook stepped back startled when suddenly his vision was obstructed by a ball of paper.

—I didn't think you were the shy type —he commented.

—Not only disrespectful and noisy, you're also a voyeur —she replied back—. You do have all the negative traits someone could find in a person.

He smirked, finding himself somehow attracted to the melodic voice behind that wall.

She could only hope what happened that night would make things calmer for them. But no. She was sure he was even louder on purpose, and it was driving her insane. To the point where she ended up calling the police, only to be told that if she had a problem, she should simply buy herself a pair of plugs and let people live. She remembered how embarrassed, yet annoyed, she felt that night. Right after talking with her neighbor, they knocked on her door to tell her there were more serious problems than hearing her neighbor having sex. And if there was a problem, she should try to speak to him directly.

As if she hadn't tried that already.

Through his peephole, Jungkook giggled at his neighbor's expression after the cops left, and how she threw a death glare at him before she went back to her apartment and closed her door.

It was when, after a few times, one of her phone calls was answered with a "You again?", that she knew it would be of no help.

So, after feeling hopeless and completely by herself in that fight, she decided to play his game again. If he played music late into the night while she was asleep, she started her morning making noise, moving things and hitting their shared wall, until it was time for her to leave back to work.

If he was noisy, she was even noisier.

The loud sounds of pans, or her just accidentally hitting the wall, were getting to his last nerve. Usually, he never woke up any earlier than eleven, because his trainings never started before two in the afternoon, and until then Jimin was the one looking after the gym. But ever since they started that small war between them, his schedules started to change.

It was as if there was a constant war between them, and neither of them could find a way to stop it.

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

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theriverbeyond · 2 years ago

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if you don’t mind, could you please elaborate on your ideas for a tlt stage musical? i too am musical theatre scum and this idea totally took me by surprise- your ideas for it are so fun and creative 😭 i am dying to know more about how you would arrange gideon as a musical (songs, motifs, just general tidbits of any kind) for entirely selfish reasons- it feeds the little worm in the back of my mind that wants to imagine everything as a musical.

thank you!! i did theater lighting for like, 6 years (and regular theater tech for a few more years before that) so i am just envisioning it... it could be so cool especially if they lean into the more rock musical visual style. there was this one specific local community theater production of next to normal I saw once in a theater that could seat maybe 100 people, that just went balls to the ball with ridiculous atmospheric lighting and just.. visceral acting/singing etc and I have been thinking about it ever since. hugely influential on my personal tastes. the broadway next 2 normal wishes it could capture even one shred of the intimate intensity and i have been chasing that specific high ever since.

for a gtn stage musical i have a few scattered ideas, in no particular order:

a "getting ready for canaan house"/gideon's rapier training montage & group song -- specifically, this would feature all the house heirs and specifically the real dulcinea. she would, of course, be played by a different actress for the whole rest of the play, but the audience wouldn't know because after that scene her face is never clearly shown. OR, in the first "getting ready" montage, you only see her back. regardless, the show would pull the ol' switcheroo. also this would be a fun scene where we get a glimpse of all the cav/necro pairs. there would be colored lighting corresponding to house colors

i think act 1 ending with the pool scene would be cool thematically (a shift in the gideon and harrow relationship) and leave the opportunity for an act 1 closing ballad (whose tune is then of course repeated when gideon dies). i don't think there is quite enough post-pool scene material for the acts to then be totally balanced, but, luckily this musical exists in the brain only and therefore i can do whatever i want forever <3 also the big battle scenes could be enough to fill the meat of the 2nd act

I think all the duels should be songs or at least done to music. Specifically i think the marta v. cam duel should be cam & marta dueling in the middle while palamades and judith stand to the side each lit with toplight in their corresponding colors (blue-gray and red). they would sing dueling verses of an "i am" song that reveal their own relationships with their cavalier and personal motives etc. maybe naberius gets his own pompous little verse

The fight against the lab 2 construct should be a song monologue thing and after harrow and gideon win, the tune changes to some kind of little victory thing etc but when they stumble across abigail & mangus' bodies the music just. stops.

I think it would be cool if the musical really leaned into the horror of things that are unseen. Like, gideon (and the audience by proxy) being frozen on stage while palamades confronts camilla. the explosion is either silhouetted on the scrim or done entirely offstage.

Ianthe only ever gets directly lit after she has become a lyctor. She still doesn't really get a song-- she tries to monologue it, but the music doesnt get going for her.

The avulsion trial would be a song sung by Dulcinea, that sounds sweet on first pass and is absolutely sinister when looking back. i am not a songwriter which means I can simply imagine it being awesome

the final gideon and harrow scene would be like. yelling and shouting. great big puppets used as the construct. gideon falls on a rail and then everything goes totally black. silence, or maybe crying. harrow screams gideon’s name. then lights up on gideon standing behind harrow, holding the sword together, under a narrow beam light. they fight cytherea together and say the wedding vows and everyone in the audience bursts into tears. gideon slowly exists the stage and by the end of the fight harrow is standing alone

gideon and harrow should have complimentary instrumental themes. after gideon sacrifices herself, the themes combine into one theme. this could be cool if this theoretical musical had a theoretical htn sequel, bc the same instrumental theme could come back *minus* the gideon part

there should be visually symbolic rails or other sorts of death flags for gideon the entire show.

camilla does a backflip

fog machine

"dulcie's theme" will be a sweet & soft instrumental track that plays when she's on stage that goes to a minor key and becomes dramatic and sinister when cytherea's identity is revealed

lighting would play a big role in symbolizing soul siphoning. I am personally envisioning this musical as having like highly saturated and emotional lighting (bc that is the kinda stuff that was fun for me when i did it lmao)or w/e SO that when soul siphoning happens everything can gray out and desaturate. it would look so cool. also, there should be a "the river" or something theme instrumental that plays whenever siphoning occurs, especially at the end when silas siphons colum vs ianthe.

the gideon v. coronabeth scene (right before everything goes to shit) would be a reprise of the song that happens when gideon duels naberius, and also, it would NOT be included on the official soundtrack

also for a theoretical sequel htn musical, the mattias nonius v. wake battle would start out with just ortus and then harrow takes over and then abigail adds to it, overlapping, and then mattias and wake have like an dueling chorus like the argument in le mis.

when gideon comes back, the harrow actress and gideon actress are both on stage at the same time. the harrow actress does all the body things that gideon-in-harrow does, wheras the gideon body is the one talking/singing. the music in the river bubble is all minor key or otherwise symbolized as wrong. mercymorn gets her own song of course. in the AU river scenes, gideon is there but we never see her face. the gideon actress could play The Body (with a costume change of course), so there is ambiguity on what is going on and who the body is just as in the books. idk i havent thought as much about post-gtn musical ideas but i think it would be very weird and experimental

would absolutely love to hear other people's ideas on this also!!

#ask #anon #tlt musical #i need a tag for that now lkdsjfls #long post #also i havent rlly paid attention to the musical scene since exiting it in 2018 but. it will always b in my heart #tlt thoughts

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mermaidsirennikita · 6 months ago

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Your Titanic tweet made me realize I haven’t read any Edwardian-era set romance. Do you have any recs? Like U.S. setting with Edith Wharton, Gilded Age vibes?

Yes, for sure! Joanna Shupe almost entirely writes in the Gilded Age (except for her first three historicals and two of her historical novellas). She writes it soooo well, imo. The luxe, the class tensions, the slow erosion of the English aristocracy with things like the Duke of Lockwood (my favorite Shupe hero) who shows up to marry a Dollar Princess in order to save his estate (and is rudely awakened to the fact that American politicians are like... less than impressed by a broke duke, lol).

My favorites of hers would be The Prince of Broadway (wild hellion rich girl asks a casino owner to show her the ropes as she wants to open a casino for ladies; he's actually using her for revenge BIG TIME);. The Bride Goes Rogue (a society deb has grown up waiting to marry the man her dad contracted her to wed when she was a baby; after he rudely informs her that he has zero intention of marrying her, she decides to sow her wild oats and goes to a French Ball, which was a real thing, only to have a masked encounter with... that same asshole); and The Duke Gets Even (aforementioned Duke of Lockwood has an oceanic makeout with a skinny dipping lady the night before he's supposed to meet up with the American heiress he's meant to propose to; said heiress turns out to be BFFs with the skinny dipping lady, Nellie, who's a total wild woman and is like FUCK YOU and decides to ruin his life lol).

But they're pretty much all good. Pick a Shupe, any Shupe.

Harper St. George writes Gilded Age romances, though, if I'm being REAL, they're largely solid but I'm not blown away by them. They're a lot tamer than Joanna's books, and less attuned, I've found, to the real FILTH of the world. Plus, they spend more time in England.

Beast by Judith Ivory is a RIDE and it's problematically 90s so I'm not like... recommending it, per se, but if you want to read a book that would honestly be pretty great if not for the orientalist vibes (soooo common in 80s/90s historicals, I'm afraid) it's there. Not really set in America, but very much a Gilded Age book that spends half its pagetime on a LUXURY LINER. The hero is a French prince who's agreed to marry an American rich man's beautiful daughter because the dad has a ton of ambergris and the hero is oBSESSED with perfume production. He overhears the heroine, before they properly meet, talking to this guy about how her future husband is apparently ugly. The hero (who is disabled; he's blind in one eye and has a permanent limp) is very sensitive about his appearance and decides to take revenge by dressing up as a "pasha" and seducing the heroine when it's dark so she can't see his face. This proves to be an issue when they get to France and actually marry, because she's too busy mooning over the "pasha" who deflowered her to get with her husband, who is that same dude and very much in love with her now, lol.

I'm currently reading Lions and Lace by Megan McKinney, which is another old school Gilded Age book (this time set in New York) and... wild. Basically, the hero is a self made man who's looked down upon because he's Irish. His sister has a HORRIBLE experience in high society, and as revenge, he ruins everyone he holds responsible, including the heroine (who actually did nothing wrong but he thinks she did) who he then forces to marry him. Lol. Also he's called "THE PREDATOR" which. INTERESTING.

The heroine's uncle literally ties her the railing on this guy's doorstep so that she's forced to go to his house and marry him (the uncle wants to get his $$$ back) so. You know it's old school. And frankly... I'm not mad at that particular aspect;.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

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xandriagreat · 8 months ago

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Once Upon a studio Redeluxe

(@vanessafangirl13 and mine's verson)

Author’s note: This was made for fun that we both, @vanessafangirl13 and I, wanted to write. Also, the ending with the intern was inspired by Barbie’s Rapunzel.

Notice/Warnings: stealing, chasing, food/eating, cleaning, fluff

▪▪▪

At the Roy E. Disney Animation building of the company, all the animators and workers are going home for the night.

"It's so incredible to think that Walt started Disney Animation 100 years ago today. To think of all those talented artists and wonderful characters who have been a part of the studio over the years." Said the new Disney intern.

"Yep. If these walls could talk." Burny Mattinson said as he and all the employees left.

Little did they know that the wish would come true but not until everyone left.

A security guard was at his desk in the security room when he suddenly felt sleepy. He yawned as he laid his head down on the desk, not knowing what made him sleepy.

⭐

Mickey from his production cell of Mickey's Birthday Party begins to move, checking to see if the cost was clear.

“Psst, Tink! Tinker Bell!” Mickey began to whisper to call out to a fairy. “You there?”

Then Tinker Bell flies out of her cell and goes to Mickey’s.

“Is that it?” Mickey asked, looking around to double check before looking at Tinker Bell. “They all gone?”

Tinker Bell nods with a smile.

“Oh boy!” Mickey said in excitement. Then he and Minnie jumped out of their production cell. “Come on Minnie! This is it!”

“Let's get the gang!” Minnie Mouse said in excitement. “Yoo-hoo!”

Meanwhile in the other room, Tiana was in her production cell in her blue dress when she heard the call and gasped excitedly. "That's the signal," she said, smiling.

She picked up her blue dress and immediately rushed out of her cell.

"Alright y'all!" she said, looking at the production cells as she ran. "It's picture time!"

"That's tonight?" Pinocchio asks, coming out of his cell.

"That's now!" Tiana said, looking at him with a smile before running to a lady's room to change.

"100-year group photo and the sun's going down!" Judy said, hopping out of her cell. "Come on, let's ‘hop’ to it!"

Nick came out of the same cell as Judy started to run. "Oh, a bunny pun." Nick laughs, running after her to catch up.

But then Louis came out of his cell playing his trumpet, almost crushing the both of them. Thankfully they got out of the way before getting crushed.

"Pew, That was close." Nick said, wiping the sweat off from his brow.

"Sorry!" Louis said to them, not wanting to hurt them.

Nick and Judy reassure him that everything is ok.

⭐

Mickey and Minnie began alerting the other Disney characters and everyone was out of their production cells.

"Picture time, guys!" Mickey said to the Bambi characters as they began getting out of their cells.

"Ok, here we come!" Thumper said, going to The Rescuers cell. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Bernard, Bianca and Oliver fly out of their cell, but make a crash landing pass Minnie, who got Bolt, Mittens, and Rhino.

"Awesome!" Rhino said, rolling in his hamster ball.

Then Peter Pan flies by and crows to them

"Oh, Peter!" Minnie Mouse said, getting his attention. "Get the folks upstairs!”

"Aye, aye, Captain" Peter Pan said, saluting to her as he flew.

Bolt barks in excitement as he and his friends run to get to the lobby.

"Okay everybody here we go!" Peter Pan said as Wendy, John, and Michael ran to follow him.

As they fly upstairs, they pass by Sisu flying and Jim Hawkins riding on his Alpanian solar cruise.

Then Maui jumps out of his cell. "It's Maui time!" he said as he turned into a hawk and flew across the room before going to the lobby. "We're meeting in the lobby!"

"Okay! See you there!" said Aladdin who was sliding down the railing with Abu, jumps but slips and slides across Frozen's rolling rock trolls.

Coming around the corner is Vanellope Von Schweetz in her kart with Dodger in the passenger seat.

Dodger barks happily as Vanellope drives fast.

Then coming from downstairs, Cody is going for a ride with Elliot.

"Higher! Higher!" Cody said to Elliot, laughing. Elliot smiled and did what Cody asked.

Elliot flies high passing Lanny and Wayne, waving at them.

Moana comes out from a body of water, shaking some water off of her. Then suddenly, Ocean wave splash water onto her, making her more wet and Flounder flops into her hands.

“Water.” Flounder gasped.

Moana quickly rushes to the studio cafe where Merlin, his sugarcup, Cogsworth, Mad Hatter, March Hare, Mrs. Potts, Chip and Dr. Lucille Robinson were.

"No, no, no! There's no time for tea." Cogsworth said, trying to get the others to go to the lobby.

"Merlin! A little help?" Moana asked, still holding Founder.

Merlin notices it and begins to look around to see what could be used as a bowl. “Oh! Uh, oh, ah!” he muttered under his breath then saw Mad Hatter’s hat. “Oh! Chapeau's Bowlious!” the wizard casts a spell that zaps water in the Mad Hatter's hat as Moana puts Flounder in the hat.

The Mad Hatter, instead of getting angry, laughs like it was a joke. Then he looked at one of Mary Poppins’ Penguin Waiter, who was holding a Lady and the Trump’s spaghetti and meatballs “Oh, waiter, there's a carp in my cap!” Mad Hatter said as he laughed.

Moana smiled and chuckled as Flounder smiled and giggled, feeling better now being in water.

But Moana looks at herself and realizes that she was wet. “Oh, God.” Moana said, looking around for a towel. “I need to get dry and ready for the photo!”

Then Merlin chuckled, “I can help with that!”

The next thing that everyone knew was a wind blew at Moana, drying her off.

Moana was now dry and smiled. “Thanks Merlin!”

Chicken Little looked at them, beginning to get thirsty. "I need a soda, I'll get ready later.” he said, getting off from his chair and going to get a soda from a soda machine.

⭐

On the other side of the studio, Anna and Elsa walked past Stromboli as he angrily tried to get something from the studio's snack machine, shaking and yelling at the machine.

The sisters slowly started walking away from the situation.

"Yikes." Anna said, nervousness in her voice. Then she turns to her sister as they walk by Hans’ cell from the 'Love Is An Open Door’ scene. "Do you think all the villains will show up?" she asked her big sister right as Hans was about to get out of his cell.

Elsa notices him and freezes him, knowing it’ll slow him down long enough it will work and making sure that he doesn't hurt anyone. "Not all." Elsa chuckled to reassure her sister as they continued to walk.

Hans groans from being frozen in place.

⭐

Donald Duck heads inside an elevator with Humphrey the Bear, Ranger J. Audubon Woodlore, Terk, Carl, and Mother Gothel already inside.

"Going down?" Carl asked as he stepped aside, leaving him room for Donald in the elevator.

“Thanks.” Donald said, getting on the elevator.

Before the elevator doors started to close shut, a slow voice called out, “Hold…the....elevator." The rest of the characters see Flash, slowly and speaking slowly as usual.

"Huh?" Donald Duck said then he grumbles as he holds the elevator.

"Great! That's Sloth going to take forever to get to the elevator!" Mother Gothal said, rolling her eyes and face palming.

"Yeah, I agree." Trek said, nodding. "Next time we'll try using another elevator just to avoid him."

"Lucky, Wilbur is not in the elevator and just hanging out with some friends of his doing anything to kill time or something." Carl said to Gothel and Trek.

They know what teenagers and kids are

⭐

Penny Foster, Wilber Robinson and Hiro Hamada were enjoying each other's company at the Legend's plaza.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame's gargoyles were on top, keeping a lookout for any humans.

"Man, after 100 years, the studio is still standing," Penny said, looking at Wilbur and Hiro.

"Yeah. But the fandoms pairing US with a bunch of other charters from different studios." Hiro exclaimed. "It's ridiculous!"

"Same!" Wibur said, "No offense to the different fandoms but I hate when they try to pair us up with some Pixar or DreamWorks. Like… Can't they just leave us alone?"

"Guys, guys, calm down." Penny said as they went to one the stairs. “It's only just for fun or for fandoms and fanfictions. Sure some are… disturbing but most of them are great.”

"Ok, then…" Wilbur and Hiro said, shrugging.

The three teens saw Spring Sprite flyinging and playing with some of the plants.

They waved at her.

Then the three teens get the same idea.

"Race ya!" Wilbur said, running a head start. "Last one gets to buy the snacks when watching at the studio theater the next time the studio closes!"

"Hey!" Penny shouted after him, running after him.

“There's no way you can't beat me!” Hiro said, running after them.

The three teens laughed happily as they raced each other.

As the teens raced each other, Tamatoa was walking by, almost bumping into one of his legs but dodge it at the last minute.

“Sorry!” Hiro said to the huge crab before running off.

Tamatoa looked at the teens as they ran off.

“That was weird.” Tamatoa said to himself before continuing his walk.

⭐

Elsewhere, in a drawing room, Olaf is drawing something when Robin Williams as Lost Boy while Timon and Pumbaa walk by the animation section.

"Hey, Frosty! Shake a leg, will ya?" Timon said to Olaf, riding on Pumbaa’s back.

"The leg won't make a difference. It's all in the wrist." Olaf said to himself with a smirk.

But then suddenly, Genie surprises Olaf from the paper in a big entrance and makes Olaf fall apart

"Oi! I haven't seen a fall like that since Rome." Genie said with a laugh. Then he uses his magic to put Olaf back together.

"Oh! Much better!" Genie said, smiled.

“Thanks, Genie!” Olaf said, smiling at Genie.

⭐

Everyone started to get ready for the photo

In the men's bathroom, Prince John fixing his crown, Thomas O' Manley grooming himself, Chicken Little (who just got his soda) combing his head, Milo Thatch fixing his tie, Happy brushing his beard, the Headless Horseman straightens his coat, and Gaston looking at himself in the mirror as they all freshen up for the picture.

♪Every guy here would love to be you, Gaston!♪ He sings in the mirror.

Gaston kisses his biceps but is surprised by Cheshire Cat, who appears on his face and begins laughing.

That made most of the men laugh.

“Very funny.” Chicken Little said sarcastically as he began fixing his glasses

Minnie Mouse came in and covered her eyes. "Let's move it, gentlemen!" she said to them before she left.

"We are not naked you know." Milo corrected her, looking at where she was.

Camilo begins shape shifting and making fun of Gaston, which some of the guys thought was funny while others didn't find it funny while Gaston growl at him.

Meanwhile in the women's restroom, Ariel, combing her hair with her iconic dinglehopper (singing while brushing her hair), Megara was making sure her hair was in her signature ponytail, Fanny, fixing her eyeliner and hair, Abby was brushing and flossing her buck teeth, Esméralda fixing her blouse and blushing her hair, Isabela finishing up her dress with her flower power and Delores fixing up her lipstick and tying her hair, Mulan getting her hair done, Duchess licking herself to be clean, Cruella De Vil fixing her black and white hair, and Yzma complaining about her wrinkles while doing her makeup.

"No one should even see me in this state!" Yzma complaints.

Honey lemon, who was fixing up her glasses and doing her hair and makeup, began using her chemical balls to shut her mouth. "Your looks were great!" Honey lemon said, going back to fix her makeup and getting her headband on.

"But stop complaining out loud." Gogo added, who was fixing her purple highlights.

Then the door of the restroom opened up by Goofy's son, Max, who is covering his eyes. “Alright, ladies! Let’s get a move on!” said Max to them.

"We are almost done, and please we are not half naked, We're fully clothed." Princess and the Frog's Charlotte said, fixing her makeup.

“He means the photo.” Fanny said, looking at Charlotte as she finished getting herself ready.

⭐

At the other part of the studio, Christopher Robin, Kanga, Tigger, and Eeyore try to free Winnie the Pooh from his cell.

"Ooh! Ooh, help and bother." Winne the Pooh groaned.

As that was happening, Antonio Madrigal is seen speaking to Cinderella's bird friends, Meeko, Cri-kee, Pascal, and Pua.

"Uh-huh. Meet me in the lobby." Antonio Madrigal said, before seeing Joanna about to eat Jaq and Gus. "Don't eat those." he said, glaring at her.

Then Pluto appears and barks at Joanna, scaring her and making her run away.

Gus laughed.

"Zuz zuz." Jaq said, thanking the both of them.

"Gracias, Pluto." Antonio said before getting Jaq and Gus.

"Are you guys alright?" He asked, gently picking the two up.

The mice nodded.

⭐

Elsewhere near a television room, Pongo and Perdita’s puppies are watching 1940 Fantasia's "Night on Bald Mountain" sightman as MacBadger, Ratty, Mole, Ryder, Honeymaren, Sven and Kristoff walk by.

“Come on pups! You’ll get nightmares.” Kristoff said as he walked by with Sven.

Then Chernabog pops out of the TV, scaring the puppies. The puppies ran away as Chernabog got stuck in the tv.

"A little help?" Chernbog asked Ryder. He agreed and came to help him come out of the screen

"And Chernbog, please stop popping out to scare and come on." Honeymaren said to him. “It's not halloween.”

"We are going to get to the lobby for the group photo." Ryder, added, making Chernbog get out of the screen carefully.

As Chernbog was getting help, Scrooge McDuck jumped out of the cell from Mickey's Christmas Carol with a few bags of money in his hand as the pups ran over him, making him drop his bags in the process only to be picked up by Robin Hood and Little John as they came out of their cells.

“Oo-De-Lally!” Robin Hood and Little John cheered before running off.

Robin Hood and Little John ran past Nick and Judy at one point of their running. Robin dropped one of the bags.

"Hey, Robin!" Nick said, picking up the bag and running after them. "You forgot the bag you stole from Mr. Scrooge."

“Oh, thank you Nick!” Robin said in appreciation.

“Nick!” Judy yelled as she chased the three.

They were followed by Todd running around with Cooper almost causing the Maiden Marian to trip and fall onto Judy.

“Um… hi?” Judy said, looking at Maiden Marian.

That is until Mama Odie uses some sort of magic to help them back on their two feet. “There you go, Sugars.”

“Thanks, Mama Odie.” Maiden Marian and Judy said together.

⭐

Back at the elevator, Flash finally gets in the elevator.

"Thank you...for holding...the elevator." Flash said.

Donald Duck groans.

"Finally!" Gothal said. "Thought it's going to take forever!"

"Hopefully this fits all of us now. We got to close the door before-" Terk started, trying to warn the others.

Then Baymax walked over to the elevator at his medium walking speed. "I am also going to the lobby." Baymax said, squeezing in as the doors closed.

"Too late." Carl said.

"Not again!" Trek exclaimed.

"Oh, come on!" Donald Duck shouted.

The other elevator riders felt angry but felt awkward being smushed together, thanks to Baymax fluff.

"Yeah, We should take another elevator or the stairs next time." Trek said.

The others agreed.

��Like every time.” Carl said as the elevator doors closed.

⭐

Ursula was minding her business walking when she noticed she's being followed and annoyed by Strange World's Splat, who was lovestruck.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no…." Ursula said, her voice in a warning sound.

Then Cinderella, in her original silver dress, and Prince Charming hurried down the stairs only for Charming to lose his shoe, making both of them share a quick laugh before The Little Mermaid's Max the dog takes the shoe.

"Hey, Max!" Charming said, chasing after the dog.

On the other end of the hallway, Li Shang, Tarzan, Prince Eric, Naveen, Phoebus, Roger Radcliffe, and Tadashi Hamada were talking to Ethan Clade about the lovers and fates, specifically the difference between dating a man and woman.

“So, is dating a boy in the canon then in fanfiction? Some of us are jealous." Eric said, making the other guys agree.

"Well, What can I say? It's a whole new decade, gotta keep up with the times." Ethan said with a small smile. “Even though not a lot of people like it…”

“Hey, it’ll be ok.” Tarzan reassured him.

"Plus you are biracial. Just like my voice actor." Tadashi pointed out.

Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle.

"And where's your lovely boyfriend? We would love to meet him." Naveen said, wanting to know what he looked like.

Before Ethan could say where his boyfriend was, they all jumped when they heard Charming shouting from the end of the hall, "Hey, Eric! Get your dog!”

All eight men looked to see Charming continue chasing after Max.

“We’ll talk about it later. You go help Charming.” Ethan said, looking at the others. “I’ll introduce my boyfriend to you later. Probably at the dinner.”

The men nodded and they went their separate ways.

Eric manages to stop his dog and grabs him. "Max, spit it out.” Eric said to Max, holding the shoe in one hand while still holding his dog.

Max did as he was told, letting go of the shoe.

Eirc picked up the shoe as Charming walked over to them. “Here you go.” Eric said, handing Charming the shoe back.

“Thanks.” Charming said, getting his shoe and getting it on his foot.

“Your dog getting into trouble again?” Tadashi asked Eric.

Eric shrugged. “You could say that.”

“Now, come on! We should go.” Naveen said, pointing to where the lobby is.

Everyone nodded and they went to the lobby.

⭐

Mickey walks by until he sees Clarabelle being hypnotized by The Jungle Book's Kaa singing ‘Trust in Me’.

"Kaa? Kaa! You-You stop that now, Kaa!" Mickey said, warning him to stop.

Tangled's Rapunzel notices as she walks with her iconic frying pan. "Don't worry, Mickey!" she reassured with a chuckle. "I got this." Then she whacks Kaa, making him knockout and getting Clarabelle out of the hypnotized state.

Mickey chuckled before he saw the painting of the creator and one of the founders of the company, Walt Disney.

Even long after his death, even though it was heartbreaking to lose his creator, Mikey still kept that spirit alive even though times were tough with a far in between. He still wanted to continue his creator's legacy.

"It's been a long ride, huh?" Mickey said to the painting, taking his hat off. "Wish you are here so you can see how much we've come. You would have been proud."

"Oh Mickey! Where are you?" Minnie Mouse called out. "We're in the lobby."

Mickey Mouse looked at where the voice came from and called back, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Then Mickey looked back at the painting, with a happy and sad smile. “Got to go, but thanks. On with the show.” he said, waving before going.

As he left, Walt's ghost appeared for a moment with a huge smile at his creation.

“I’m proud of you.” the spirit said before fading again.

⭐

A new character, Asha from her upcoming movie; Wish, was nervous and frightened about what everybody would do to her. She was hiding in her production cell, or trying to, with Valentino, her pet goat.

"Hey, new girl! You ok?" The Little Mermaid II’s Melody, Ariel's daughter, asked, walking up to her.

Asha jumped and looked at who was talking. "What? I-um…" she started, backing away with her goat.

But instead of going away, she fell off the tree along with her goat and out of their cell.

She was never out of the production cell herself before.

Asha found she was meant to be just a picture of a drawing, not the real thing.

"Stay away, this is a restricted area!" Asha said as she tried to get back to her cell, which was not working.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! It’s ok!” Melody reassured, stopping Asha and holding her hands.

Valentino defended his owner by headbutting Melody’s leg, which didn’t faze her.

The Lady and the Tramp 2’s Scamp and Angel came to check on them just in time to see what was going on.

Scamp begins barking and calming down Valentino.

Asha felt scared.

Angel began to comfort her by nuzzling her.

"There you are! Snow told us to look for you! Everything ok?" One of the emperor's daughters from Mulan 2, Ting-Ting asked, walking over with her sisters Mei, and Su

Asha nodded and said, “I’m just… scared.”

“Why?” Su asked.

“Just… I’m new and I… I don't know what I'm going to be called after my movie comes out. Also, Valentino and I don’t know what everybody would do or say to us.” Asha said, hugging herself.

"Hey, not everyone gets excited about the release, you and Valentino are still new and processing things." Mei said, reassuringly. “And that’s ok.”

Asha hummed and nodded in understanding. Then Asha looked at Ting-Ting and asked, “Wait… what do you mean Snow White? Sorry, I’m still new.”

"When, she's…well the first princess and first lead in Walt's first animation film back in 1937…and…She was like you once but she didn't know who she was or when she's going to be on the big screen." Su explained.

Then Snow White came in to see what’s going on. “Hello, everyone.” she said, walking over to them.

"Oh, hey, Snow, We were just trying to get Asha ready for the photo and she’s nervous." Melody said, nodding.

Snow White nodded and looked at Asha with a soft smile.

"I'll take it from here." Snow White said to them. "You can go with Kiara, Raya, Flynn, Maximus, and Madam Mim to check the other characters and to make sure the coast is clear."

They did as they were told and went to the characters as Asha looked at Snow White.

“I… wow! The first princess of Walt Disney.” Asha breathed, her eyes big and wide.

Snow White chuckled softly.

"I never seen you before nori even seen your picture." Asha said in a bit of a panic. "I'm just another painting waiting to be thrown out after my film might be a failure…"

Snow White gently took Asha by the hand. "Hey, look at me." Snow White said, rubbing her hand gently.

Asha looked at her as they started to walk to the lobby.

"When I was first drawn, I didn't know at the time that the magic was about to start what the studio might become. They will already be talking about me but rumors told me I'm going to be a folly just like the short films before me." Snow said, rubbing Asha’s hand gently. "But when I was alive for the first time, I was scared and confused just like you are now. I didn't know what to do until Mickey and Oswald found me when hiding. Then they got me to Walt Disney to talk with me. He reassured me that everything will be ok, and he was right. After the news break, I was a success. I became one who always helps someone when they're new, feeling nervous for their movies and through hard times."

Asha was getting calmer as she listened to Snow White while they walked. "Really?" Asha asked, smiling.

Snow White nodded with a soft smile.

Asha begins going out the door outside of her production for the first time. She rubbed her arm and she looked around the environment.

It looks different than what she’s used to and bigger.

Asha walked with Snow White when a thought came to her mind. “Snow White, I have a question. If you don’t mind me asking.” the new princess started, looking at the first princess.

“Sure. You can ask me at any time.” Snow White said.

“How old are you?” Asha asked. “Sorry if I asked you a bad question.”

“It’s alright.” Snow White said before stopping and looking at a poster of her movie.

Asha stopped and look at her

“I am 86 years old.” Snow White said, looking at Asha.

“86?!” Asha exclaimed in shock. “But you look so… like a teen, no offense.”

Snow White nodded and giggled softly, “It’s alright.”

Asha was still in a bit of shock. “Wow! You look great for your age.” she said with a chuckle.

Snow White smiled. “Thank you.”

Asha stroked her box braided hair with her hands to calm down.

Snow noticed it.

“Don't tell me you're still unsure.” Snow White said, looking at Asha.

“Oh! Um… I'm fine, definitely… it's just…” Asha started but stopped when she couldn’t know what to explain.

Snow had thought of an idea .

Snow looked for anyone who was going to the lobby. She saw Isabela, who was now sitting on Ferdinand as she sprinkled some flowers along with the spring Sprite, and Esmeralda nearby.

“Oh! Isabela! Esmeralda!” Snow White called out.

“Hola!” Isabela said, greeting Snow White as Ferdinand stops so she can get off.

“Hey! Is that the new heroine?” Esmeralda said, noticing Asha and pointing at her.

Asha rubs her arm as she looks at them.

They look different to her.

Compared to her, Asha felt like a missing puzzle piece between the two animated girls, one computer animated and one hand drawn.

Asha looked at herself to see where she landed. She was a mix of both.

Snow White knew it might take some time for her to get used to it.

Snow White begins walking to both of the girls and talking to them.

Asha looked at them. ‘They seem friendly.’ Asha thought as she walked over to them.

“So, you’re Asha, right?” Esmeralda asked, smiling at her.

Asha nodded. “I am.”

“We heard a lot about you during your production.” Isabela said, inspecting her

“Oh? Really?” Asha asked, looking at Isabela.

“Yep. A lot of different changes.”

“Ummm…thanks ” Asha said nervously as she began rubbing her arm.

Isabella notices the signs of nerves from Asha. “I see that you’re having the pre-movie nerves.” Isabela said with a chuckle.

“What's that?” Asha asked, even though her personality has already been written for her as idealist

“It’s where characters get nervous about their movie and themselves. Don’t worry, it's common.” Esmeralda explained, smiling and chuckling.

“Common?” Asha asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, all of the movie and show characters feel it.” Esmeralda said.

“But don't worry. It will melt away once you get used to this place.” Isabela reassured, smiling.

Asha nodded a bit.

Esmeralda and Isabela went to the lobby with Ferdinand.

“Was she supposed to be a sister?” Esmeralda asked Isabela.

Isabela just shrugged and hummed ‘I don’t know’.

Asha took in a breath, calming down.

"Ready?" Show White asked, pointing at the way of the lobby.

Asha looked where Snow was pointing and thought for a moment. “Yes. I am.” she said, nodding and smiled.

They went to the lobby.

Valentino began to follow them to the lobby, looking at his surroundings. He was amazed by the many different things.

Penny was excited about the photo when The Little Match Girl looks at her and blushes softly with a smile.

Penny looks back at her with a wave when Wilbur notices. “Looks like someone had an interesting somebody.” He teased Penny

“Or someone that isn't a time traveler.” Camilo joked while walking past them.

Wilbur blushed red.

“That's definitely karma.” Lewis said as he caught up to them.

“Yep, definitely.” Hiro and Penny said together.

Wilbur rolled his eyes as they went to the lobby.

Chicken Little was with Alan-A-Dale as they walked to the lobby.

“Hey, did you know that you could walk around the concept art area and check out the other studios?” Chicken Little asked excitedly.

“Oh, really?” Alan-A-Dale asked, looking at Chicken Little and smiling softly.

“Yeah! My friends and I checked it out a few days ago! Maybe after the photo or some other time, we can go to Pixar and talk to the others or… Something.” Chicken Little said with a chuckle.

“That sounds like a plan.” Alan-A-Dale chuckled.

Ever since they first met when Chicken Little was out of his cell for the first time, they had been pretty close as friends and talked about everything. Sometimes even talking about being anthropomorphic chickens and roosters. Aside those thing, they also talk about the other areas in the studio, just like every other cell when the studio closes.

⭐

When everyone got in the lobby, everyone started to form a line, which was getting longer by the stairs at the lobby.

Mickey flies by Dumbo.

"Coast is clear, Mick." Raya said, after checking outside for any humans along with Flynn Rider, Maximus, and Madam Mim as she opened the door.

"Great! Right this way!" Mickey said, hopping off of Dumbo and opening the door more.

Wreck it Ralph is the first to walk out but accidentally runs into a closed door.

"Oh! Ralph, are you okay?" Mickey asked, making sure that Ralph was ok.

"Never better Garfield." Ralph said as he stumbled outside and then fell over by a trash can.

“I'm surrounded by idiots.” Scar, from The Lion King, grumbled as he walked out with a few others.

Then suddenly everyone gets startled by Mr. Toad riding Aladdin's magic carpet. "Tally Ho! Wee! I'll show you the world!” Mr. Toad laughs as he rides high in the sky.

Some characters watched Mr. Toad when everyone got outside.

Then Goofy walks outside with a ladder and the camera.

“Oh great! The ladder.” said Mickey as Goofy walks with a ladder, being his clumsy self as usual.

Goofy was swinging the ladder as he walked, not noticing that he could accidentally hurt someone.

“Watch out, Ichabod!” Hiro called out to Ichabod.

Ichabod ducks his head just in time before the ladder hits his head.

When Goofy got to the spot

Goofy sets up the ladder, humming softly.

“I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before." Trusty said to "He'd say, uh…"

Then Sleeping Beauty’s fairies, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather, came out and looked at the iconic sorcerer's hat that sits over the studio.

Flora noticed the hat on top of the studio. “Make it pink.” she said with a flick of her wand, turning the hat color pink.

Merryweather groaned and rolled her eyes. “Make it blue!” she said with a flick of her wand, turning it back to the original color.

"Oh, great, hear we go again." Aurora from Sleeping Beauty said, rolling her eyes with Prince Philip. “They shouldn’t agree with any shade of purple or the spots of those colors.”

“They argue about almost everything.” Prince Philip said, looking at Aurora and then at the fairies.

“They just want things to be perfect.” Aurora said, shrugging.

“You can say that again.” Isabela said, fixing her purple dress with mixed colors.

“Try being raised by a family with generational trauma.” Luisa said as she was carrying Rutt, Tuke, Maggie, Grace, Mrs. Calloway, Cyril Proudbottom, and Small One.

“Thank you.”

“Do you think you should bring them down before the photo?” Augustine asked his middle daughter.

Asha walked, seeing the sun for the first time, and looking around.

This was her first time outside of the studio. There's also a lot of people she has never seen before.

“Whoa.” she breathed as she looked around.

The environment looks so real to her like a dream. She looked at other Disney characters of many different art styles 2D to 3D talking with each other among themselves.

When someone isn't looking, she begins to hide, not wanting to step further and not feeling that she should be there.

With everybody finally outside, Mickey begins making sure everything is set for the photo. “Okay, everybody. Get together now.” Mickey Mouse said to everyone.

Then he saw Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, one of Disney's first characters before him and was visiting the studio for the photo, walking over. “Oh! After you.” he said with a warm smile, letting Oswald into the group photo.

Kuzco, in llama form, got offended as Oswald gently bumped into him. “No touchy!” Kuzco exclaimed at the rabbit, not wanting to be touched at the moment.

Oswald could only do but smile and shrug it off as if to say, ‘My bad’ since he never got a voice actor, he never got to speak, only do gestures and some sign language.

“It is time.” chuckled Rafiki as he gave him the camera.

“Ah-yuck. Thank you.” Goofy said, getting the camera. He starts to climb up the unstable ladder.

“Goofy, careful!” Mickey Mouse said .

Everyone begins to have mixed looks as they watch Goofy as he begins trying to set up the camera.

The ladder became wobbly

“All right. Now where's that timer button?” said Goofy, as he was trying to find the timer

"Oh, oh! In Three, two, one!” Iago counted

Goofy falls off the ladder and the camera is destroyed. Stitch tries to eat one piece of the camera but Lilo pulls him away.

The plan was ruined.

“Well, that was fun!” Grumpy said sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. Who’s idea to let goofy handle the camera?” Eugene asked. This made Rapunzel gently nudged an arm at his ribs with her elbow.

“Ow! What?” Eugene said, looking at her. Rapunzel gave him a look as Bruno said, “Not helping, Flynn.”

“I agree.” Sisu said, nodding her head.

“Come on. Let's just get back inside.” Carl said to everyone.

“Maybe we can try it again next year.” Eeyore said in his sad tone voice.

Everyone starts to leave inside in sadness.

"Oh, no, no, no. Come back.” Mickey Mouse called out, trying to reassure them. “It-It-It'll be fine. It'll be–"

It might have seemed like the 100-year group photo wasn't gonna happen.

Then everyone stops leaving when hearing the strings of a lute by someone. They all looked up to see Alan-A-Dale playing his lute to the song ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’, everyone had an idea as Scat Cat on his trumpet, Mirabel Madrigal on her accordion, and Junior with his trunk.

Everyone began to sing ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’.

“Anything your heart desires,” Belle started as Beast held her hand. “Will come to you.” They both sang together.

“I knew this was gonna happen…” Hades groans, rubbing his forehead.

“Let it go, Hades.” Elsa said with a smile.

“If your heart is in your dream,” Quasimodo sings with the gargoyles on top of the sign.

“No request is too extreme.” Pocahontas sang to the animals around her.

“When you wish up-” Ariel starts to sing.

Then Scuttles sings “WAH WAH WAH!!!” off key until his mouth is closed by Baloo, who makes him quiet.

“As dreamers do.” Baloo and Mowgli sang as Baloo held Mowgli.

Everyone cheered up as they decided to help by Magical Brooms sweep up the broken camera and Fix-It Felix uses his hammer to fully repair it back to its original state, then Hercules puts back the ladder as Fairy Godmother floats Goofy to the top as he sets the timer.

"Fate is kind. She brings to those who love The sweet fulfillment of Their secret longing." Everyone sang as they got back to their places.

Asha, who was watching it all, eventually found the strength to stay. She remembers some people that go by her cell, singing that song.

Snow White begins holding Mulan's hand and pulling Asha into the song. “Like a bolt out of the blue,” the three sang together.

“Fate steps in and sees you through.” Winnie the Pooh sang as Tigger jumped onto him.

“When you wish upon a star,” Jiminy Cricket sang on Mickey's hand.

“Your dreams... come... true!” Everyone sang and posed for the photo.

Tinker Bell waves her wand to reveal the picture.

Everyone looked at the photo and were in awe, with the words: Disney 100, 'To all who have imagined with us, laughed with us, and dreamed with us. Thank You'

They all smiled at it.

"All right then, everyone, let's get back inside." Daisy said to everyone. “Let’s get some dinner.”

Everyone agreed as they began heading inside.

Mickey was the last one to go inside. Before he went inside, Mickey turned around and looked at the first beautiful star appearing in the sky as the sun set.

“We did it.” Mickey said, feeling his creator's present there.

⭐

After everyone went back inside it was just in time to have dinner. Everyone started to gather in the dining room.

Everyone talked with each other as everyone headed to the dining room.

Hercules was talking with Kuzco, who was still a llama. “You know, our movies are somewhat similar.” Hercules said, looking at the ‘llama’.

“What? No way!” Kuzco said, rolling his eyes.

“Ok, listen to me when I say things that are in our movies.” Hercules said, going to the side of the hallway with Kuzco before starting to list the things. “Pink potions, big adventure/distance, a lot of betrayal, the villain wants the main character dead, the villain thinks that the main character is dead for a bit, and changes, both mentally and physically!”

“Ok! Ok! I see your point!” Kuzco exclaimed with a chuckle.

“But you forgot to add on something like high treason and usurping of the throne.” Jim said, passing by them.

Kuzco and Hercules nodded to him. “Right, thank you, Jim.”

Before Hercules and Kuzco start to go to the dining room, Yzma walks over to them.

“Excuse me, Hercules!” Yzma calls out, almost out of breath.

Hercules and Kuzco looked at her when she got to them. Kuzco had a ‘seriously?’ look on his face while Hercules had a bit of a curious look.

“Yes?” Hercules asked, facing her.

Yzma took a bit of a breather before making herself perstentable. “I was wondering if you could help me get an appointment with Hades.” Yzma said, her hands together as she smiled at Hercules.

Hercules was caught off guard by that. “Uh… I don’t think I’m allowed to help you with appointments with Hades.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think you need to talk with Pain and Panic about that or talk to Hades yourself.”

Yzma hummed, nodding. “I see.”

“But what do you need from him anyway?” Hercules asked, curious.

“It’s just for me and him to know.” Yzma said, pointing at herself and pointing to the side.

“Please talk to Hades himself on the other row of the crowd.” Kuzco said, rubbing his forehead. “And could I get the human potion please? I'm already done being a llama for the day.”

Yzma rolled her eyes as she gave him a pink potion before going to Hades.

Hercules looked at Kuzco as the ‘llama’ drank the pink potion, turning him back to human.

Kuzco was finally back to being human.

“Oh it feels good to be human!” Kuzco exclaimed, hugging himself.

Hercules couldn’t help but chuckle, “You know, you are very committed. With you changing back and forth from llama to human.”

“Well, most people remember me as the llama and I was a llama for most of the film. Even though Tina and Naveen were frogs for most of their film, yet they don’t do the same thing as me. Maybe because the spell in their film is more permanent while in mine there’s an antidote/potion that can change me back." Kuzco said as they started to walk into the dining room.

“Good point.” Hercules said, nodding to him.

“Remember we have to be back into cells before the studio opens in the morning.” Minnie Mouse said to everyone when all were in the dining room.

⭐

The dining rooms started changing into a big one table to fit every single character and the seats were assigned to them.

As each of the characters begin to be seated and talking to each other, Tiana and the other chefs were cooking together to make big meals in the kitchen.

Doc was teaching one of the newcomers, Wish’s Dahlia to cook.

"Thank you for the help, Dahlia. We really appreciate newcomers." Tiana said, getting the additional ingredients for the gumbo.

Dahlia nodded with a smile and said, “No problem, Tiana.”

Meanwhile, at the dining room everyone begins taking their seats.

Camilo was saving some seats as he looked for his friends. He smiles when he sees them. "Hey, guys, I'm here!" Camilo said, waving his hand for Hiro, Penny, Wilbur and Lewis.

“Hi Camilo!” Hiro, Penny, Wilbur and Lewis exclaimed excitedly as they went to him. They still had the flower crowns that were given from the Spring Sprite.

"Thanks for saving us the seats." Hiro said as they got into their seats.

"Anytime, amigos!" Camilo said, smiling at them.

"Wow, we all thought the picture could be a disaster but luckily a song got there in time." Lewis said.

"Yeah." Hiro, Penny, and Wilbur said.

They all talked about their adventures before the photo.

Ethan, with Diazo, walked over to Shang, Tarzan, Eric, Naveen, Phoebus, Roger, and Tadashi, who were talking with each other before going to their seats.

"Hey, guys." Ethan said, waving to get their attention while holding Diazo’s hand.

The others looked over to look at them and smiled.

“This Diazo. My boyfriend.” Ethan introduces with a soft smile. "Diazo, these are the guys that I was talking about."

Diazo nodded and smiled at the grown up. "Hey, nice to meet you all." Diazo said, offering his hand to them.

"Nice to meet you." Tadashi said, shaking his hand. "Ethan told us about you."

“Oh really?” Diazo asked with a smile.

They began to sit down at a table as they talked more.

The parents and guardians figures, including the ones with pets from their films, in a space next to the table for them to eat and they all began taking their seats.

“Finally, we can eat.” Kala said, smiling softly.

“Yeah, after a photo, it is good to eat.” Nani, Lilo's big sister, said, sitting in a seat.

“Can't wait to start.” Aunt Cass said, came with some of the food.

“Yeah, thanks, Cass.” Chicha said.

Then Raya's father, Chief Benja came with Sakina, a newcomer also from Wish and Asha’s mother, and they both looked around for a seat. “Parents, I would like you to meet the newcomer, Sakina.” Benja introduced parents and guardians to Sakina.

Searcher Clade and Meridian Clade looked over with a smile.

“Hello Sakina.” Meridian said, waving at her.

“Nice to meet you.” Searcher said, nodding to her.

Sakina waved a bit at everyone.

“Don't worry. Us parents get nervous all the first time but you get used to it once you feel comfortable here.” Sarah Hawkins said as she got settled after getting drinks.

Sakina nodded, still nervous.

“Please, sit.” Queen Arianna, Rapunzel’s mother, said, patting an empty seat. “We got your seat ready.”

Sakina nodded and slowly sat down on the seat. “Thank you.”

“It's an honor to meet another parent of the heroine.” said Kirby.

Sakina nodded and smiled. “Uh- it’s nice to meet you all too.”

“Well then we should get to know each other.” said Gepetto, looking at the parents.

The other parents nodded in agreement.

“First off. What's the deal with those live action remakes?” Mufasa asked.

“Well, I think it’s just trying to retell the story again. Even though the message isn’t clear.” Melvin said. “Causes a lot of money and it does not always go well.”

“But at least there are some that manage to do things right.” Arianna said with a shrug.

“But don’t forget some are horrible!” Buck exclaimed, standing up. “Like sure! Some are… good at times. But sometimes it’s just bad.”

The grown ups stared at Buck.

“Ummm…Buck? Aren't you the one who didn't listen to his son in the first place?” Fi Zhou said, changing the subject as he sipped his tea.

All of the parents looked at Buck, who got quiet and sat down.

“Look it's the directors fault that they couldn't get the right idea and then change it and start from scratch at the last minute!” Buck said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah I could totally relate.” Pacha said, “My directors already have the whole Kingdom Of The Sun movie in plan. It was meant to be a beauty meant to be a parody of the prince and the pauper and a musical until some executives wanted to change it at the last minute!”

“At least it went well. Right?” Sakina asked, looking at Pacha.

Pacha began thinking, through not wanting to get her nervous even more, then he nodded. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Sakina hummed and nodded.

The parent/guardian figures continued to talk.

“Well, we can't wait to see how your daughter will do in the upcoming film.” Encanto's Pepa said to Sakina at one point.

“She’s excited and nervous. I am as well.” Sakina said with a nervous chuckle. “Actually, all characters in the film are.”

“Trust us, we all felt that way from our first times.” said King Agnarr, smiling softly.

Sakina smiled and talked with the parents/guardians.

⭐

“I have one question, is that ok?” Asha asked, looking at Snow White.

Snow White nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Ok…” Asha breathed, calming down and began to ask, “Does everything in the studio come to life after the doors are closed?”

Snow White thought for a moment and then nodded as they walked to a table. “Yes, we all need to stretch and move around a bit after staying still all day.” she said, smiling softly. “Also to see what’s going on in the world.”

“Really?” Asha said, amazed.

Mickey and Minnie nodded as they walked.

“The world has changed a lot.” Mickey said with a sigh.

“How?” Asha asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, back in the day, my friends and I looked different. More of a black and white cartoony look.” Mickey explains.

“Yeah, the long way to where we are now.” Mulan chuckled as she stopped to talk to them.

Minnie nodded.

Asha hummed and looked at The Mad Matter and Tallulah Robinson were enjoying some tea and chatting about fashion trends of their day.

“Come on, You didn't have to see the elastic waist dresses and curly hair in my day when the film was released.” The Mad Matter said. “Then through the release of the '60s and '70s where they were on drugs or something. But hey, bell bottom pants were cool.”

“At least it wasn't like the low rise jeans, customized converse sneakers and the fake tans of my day.” Tallulah said, referring to 2007.

The Mad Hatter nodded and held up a cup, asking, “More tea?”

“Yes, please.” Tallulah said, nodding.

Asha hummed, while having no idea of what they were talking about, and then followed Snow White, Mickey, and Minnie to a table and sat down.

“Are you okay?” Snow asked.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to understand what everyone is talking about.” Asha said, nodding.

“Well, it would be a good opportunity to get to know each of them.” Minnie said, “plus your own friends are already here already.” She pointed at her friends coming out of the kitchen, who waved at her.

Asha chuckled and waved back.

“Yeah, but now I have more questions right now. Like… how did they come to life, like literally out of the picture?!” Asha asked, in curiosity.

They were shock and surprised about the question

They all looked at each other before looking at her.

“What’s wrong?” Asha asked, worried that she said something wrong.

“You did nothing wrong.” Minnie reassured

Micky took a deep breath and said, “Well, we all come to life by our creators’ care and love.”

“Really?!” Asha asked excitedly.

Mickey nodded with a smile.

⭐

The food was finally ready and each of the foods from each of their films were placed at the table along with the drinks.

“Everyone! Dig in!” Tiana said to everyone, smiling at everyone.

The food finally arrived and everyone started to eat.

The other cooks began sitting down at the seats after serving.

Everyone talked with each other as all ate.

“So, what do you think of this Mr. New “REAL” villain, King Magnífico?” Maleficent asked sarcastically to the other villains, sipping her drink.

“He’s a bit different than we are used to.” Honest John said before eating a chicken leg.

“He is supposed to be a mix of some of us.” Gaston said before sipping a drink and eating a turkey leg.

“The difference is that he’s married- well most of us are single.” Gothal added, looking at the Evil Queen.

The Evil Queen had a glare at her for a moment before smiling a bit. “Thank you.” she said flatley at the comment.

“Narcissist.” Tarzan's Clinton said to the other villains next to him.

“I mean it would be cool to have a sorcerer as a villain, No offense, Jafar, Morgana, The Horned King, Dr. Facilier, Madam Mim, or…” Bellwether said, looking at the other villains. Then she looked at Ursula as she tried to remember her name.

Ursula looks at the sheep with a deadpan look. “Ursula. My name is Ursula.” the sea witch said with a dark chuckle.

“Right…” Bellwether chuckled nervously. “I forgot.”

“It’s alright.” Ursula reassured, picking up a carrot and biting into it.

⭐

“I can't wait to eat!” Melody said with Arthur, looking at the food on the table.

“Yeah, I'm going to grab a turkey leg!” Arthur said, grabbing a leg.

“Same!” Melody said, getting a turkey leg.

Asha was finding which food she had to try first.

She never had dinner with the others before and was amazed by the different foods.

She tried the Spanish Puffs and it was nice. “This is good!” Asha said. “Who made it?”

“I did!” Kronk said proudly as he walked by with another plate of Spanish Puffs.

Asha looked up at him with a smile. “You did? Wow! You made these very good!”

“Thank you!” Kronk said before going to his seat.

⭐

Everyone had a good time at dinner.

Everything was calm.

Melody had a pretty good idea of how to spice things up. She threw one meatball off the spaghetti to Fred, who was talking with Wassabi to signal the plan. He excused himself and went to Melody.

“Hey, what’s up?” Fred asked when he got to her.

Melody got out of her seat and whispered something into Fred's ear.

He smiled and nodded at the plan, grabbing a beignet.

“Food fight!” Fred chatted before throwing the beignet to Wilber, who dodged it in time.

It instead hit Asha.

“Hey!” Asha laughed before throwing the Spinach puff at Fred. Which got everyone starting a fun food fight.

“Oh-Ho you're on!” Hiro said, grabbing a rice bowl and began throwing it towards Kuzco.

Everyone started to laugh as they continued to do the food fight.

Mickey was ducking cover as food began throwing left and right, seeing that the entire room and even themselves were a mess covering food.

Then the brooms from The Sorcerer's Apprentice entered the dining room.

Everyone stops and looks at the brooms.

The brooms crossed their arms across their stick chests and had their heads a bit forward, showing that they were mad.

Everyone began to put food that they were holding down on plates.

The brooms sighed and went to get cleaning stuff.

“Now, Who started it?” Donald asks angrily at everyone.

Melody chuckled nervously as she raised her hand along with Fred. “Look, it was just for fun…” she said.

Everyone did look at each other and managed to calm down.

It was for fun.

After all, it was sometimes rare or sometimes common to start these types of food fights for the rest of the characters.

While they got out of the dining room to get cleaned up, the brooms started to clean the dining room.

Everyone was already in a mess covered with food and drinks.

They each began to clean themselves up with some help from the magic from each of the fairies, witches and wizards and sorcerers. Even some with technology.

Mickey smiled when everyone was cleaned again.

Ariel begins scolding her daughter for starting the food fight while Fred was being scolded by some of his friends.

Asha looked at everyone and began socializing with them, having a great time.

But then the Spring Sprite started blooming a ton of flower crowns for everyone.

The Little Match Girl began laughing as her flower crown floated onto her head.

Everyone noticed the flower crowns floating down to them.

“Why is that for?” Penny asked, looking at the sprite.

The Spring Sprite smiled and started to write on the wall in flowers. When The Sprite was done, the writing spelled out “For the 100 years”

“Yeah, I think we definitely deserve them, which reminds me we should take another photo with the crowns next time.” Minnie said with a smile.

“Why not right now?” Asha asked, walking over to Minnie and Mickey.

Everyone all looked at each other, all thinking she might have a good idea.

“Alright everyone!” Mickey said to everyone, smiling softly.

Everyone got into their places just like for the photo earlier, just inside and everyone wearing the crowns and the flowers spelling. And this time they were doing different poses unlike the ones in the photo, along with the direct-to-video.

Tinkerbell got the camera ready with her fairy friends.

Everyone poses and smiles at the camera as the camera takes a photo.

⭐

Everyone started having some fun, even hosted a big sleepover and even hung out all throughout the night. That is until Max and Cinderella's mice came to alert them.

“Guys! It's going to be 5 minutes until the studio opens.” Max alerted everyone.

“We gotta get back to our respective cells!” Mickey exclaimed to everyone.

Everyone quickly said their ‘goodbyes’ and ‘see you later’ and then they got back in their cells before the security guard woke up.

Tinkerbell went to the security room and flew to the screens. Then she waved her wand, changing what the cameras got from the many characters' adventures to just empty hallways and everything reminding the same.

When she was done changing the footage, she smiled as flew out of the security room and into her cell.

⭐

The security guard yawned and stretched his arms as he woke up. He looked at the cameras, checking them.

“At least no one tries to steal or even make noise in the studio.” the security guard said to himself.

The doors begin to open and all the workers begin to go in. The new intern took a deep breath and went inside

“Good morning.” said Burny Mattinson to the new Disney intern, smiling softly at her.

“Good morning.” the new intern said to Burny Mattinson, smiling back.

The two talked about how their morning was going as they went to their animation sections.

“Good luck on Wish.” Burny Mattinson said to the new intern before going to his animation section.

“Thank you.” the new intern said, smiling.

The new Disney intern went to the animation section for Wish.

The new intern picked up a pen looking at the beginning to add the finishing touches, on a piece of paper, feeling it with magic sparkles, hoping to inspire the next generation and continue bringing stories to life.

☆The End☆

Author’s note:

I like take the time to thank the help of my co-writer, @vanessafangirl13, and our ideas and collaboration on this long and ambitious. Disney belongs to its rightful owners! Also, you can read this fic on @vanessafangirl13's (This post)

#Once Upon a studio Redeluxe #Once Upon a studio #Fic #disney animation

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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 13 days ago

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Hi I hope this is included in your semi open whitelist. I think so from what I read. Could I please have a self care kit for a ball jointed dollkin (my side blog @annabelle-porcelain)? May I receive things that remind me of the 1800s and tea time and tea time aesthetic. Here are some more things that I like: ball jointed dolls and porcelain dolls. English muffins with cream cheese and jam. Enjoys a full size meal (if the body’s stomach could handle it but unfortunately it can’t have much at once). Enjoys good food with meat and protein. Liked three course meals from the 1800s. Also enjoys baked sweets like brownies and cakes. Admires Herta from Honkai Star Rail. Favorite colors are gray and purple and black. Likes flower crowns. Stim toys and soft things are good too. Please avoid scented products. Things under $20 USD please. Thank you.

I’m sorry this is so long. I just wanted to mention all the interest so you get the idea what she/I like(s).

i am very sorry for the long wait just to decline your request, but i'm afraid with the specifics of what she enjoys i struggled to find enough under the price limit you gave me.

#💫paging mr morrow #💫scrubbed launch | declined request

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silvermoon-soliloquy · 10 months ago

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Please Don't Wake Up

(Part Four)

Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...

cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, bottoming, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top

a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you

[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]

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You swallowed your reservations and reeled in the glee, before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. Mouths parted and tongues danced as you kissed like the air from each other’s lungs was the only air you could breathe.

A wayward hand of yours left his thighs to play with his hair, the moans that escaped the airlock you had created confirmation for you continue.

You could have spent all night kissing him, if his hands didn’t wander to your dick. His slender fingers wrapped themselves around you both, sliding up and down as he kissed you even deeper.

“Shit,” you hissed when he started going faster, your mind numb with desire, every nerve on fire with his touch. “Wanna go inside?” he whispered into your ear before gently biting it. You didn’t even need to answer, but you did, anyway.

“Yes, please,” you begged. “So polite,” Bee replied, leaning back. His eyes never leaving yours, he slid his middle and ring finger into his mouth, sliding them wet and glistening off of his tongue. With a steadying breath, he moved them to his ass, slipping them effortlessly in.

“I’ve done this a lot, picturing it was you, you know…,” he confessed, bending down to take you in his mouth. At that moment, all you wanted to do was rail him. Fuck him, claim him, and make him yours and yours alone; bury it so balls deep inside of him that you’d just fuse there and become one so he could never leave you.

“Fuck,” was all you could say to the possessive thoughts and the way he swirled his tongue around you. He kept going while stretching himself with another finger, and you watched as his face slowly became more and more undone before you.

The vibrations from the moans he was making while his mouth was busy was enough to send shivers down the entire length of your spine. Suddenly, after a while, he leaned back, leaving you there, wanting, waiting, before quickly reclaiming his spot atop your legs.

“I can’t do this, anymore, just fuck me, please,” he pleaded. “Gladly,” you replied honestly, running your hands along your favorite of his features. Guiding your dick with his hand, he slowly let you slide into him as he lowered himself down.

“It’s tight,” you breathed, leaning into him, resisting the urge to buck your hips every time he moved. Bee laughed again, yet another new sensation to remember as it made his muscles contract around you.

“More than anyone else you’ve been with?” he joked. You moved in front of his face and gently brushed the hair out from his eyes. “I was never interested in being with anyone else,” you answered seriously, staring into his surprised eyes.

“But I thought you and-?” you cut off his question with a long, desperate kiss. You grabbed his chin and turned his head, playing on his ear with your tongue. “I lied,” you whispered, gripping his thighs and snapping your hips, before moving him just a little bit faster.

“Ah!” he exclaimed, holding onto you tighter. “Fuck, do that again,” he begged, and you were more than happy to oblige. A new pace set, you finally got your wish of railing him like you’d wanted.

A mess of limbs, pleasured voices, and strained curses, you fucked him, just like he asked. The sounds your bodies made when they slapped together would ring in your ear like the aftermath of a loud concert for hours, you thought.

You didn’t really mind.

He really was a gifted musician, with the symphony he was conducting, and you were honored to be his accompaniment. You’d have made music with him for hours, if your bodies didn’t betray the idea.

Breathless, you both collapsed into a heap on the couch. In an apparent moment of post-nut clarity, Bee pushed himself up on your chest where he had been laying and looked you in the eyes.

“I didn’t just ruin our friendship, did I?” he asked.

Part Five

#male reader #best friend #reader x best friend #mlm #voyuerism #thigh fucking #power bottom #soft top #minors dni #minors do not interact

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Dragon Ball: Fight, Son Goku! Win, Son Goku! (South Korea, 1990)

So the 2023 Dragon Ball Apocrypha Liveblog rolls on, and this is the part I’ve been looking forward to: The Gaijin Live-Action Trilogy. We begin with the first live-action adaptation of Dragon Ball, produced in South Korea in 1990.

Now, if you’re not familiar with this film, you might be wondering: Why would Toei and Shueisha license a Dragon Ball movie to a South Korean studio? And the answer to that is: They didn’t. This was an unofficial adaptation.

Beyond that, I really don’t know the backstory to this one. Presumably, Dragon Ball had become popular enough in Korea that there was some interest in a movie, and I think it was easier to pull a stunt like this in the 90′s than it would be today. This movie isn’t exactly a big-budget affair, and if Toei was aware of it at the time, they probably thought it wasn’t worth the hassle of pursuing legal action.

You can find the movie on YouTube like I did, but I’m pretty sure there’s home video options out there. But if you just want a quick rundown of the movie’s highlights, I’ve got you covered.

For the most part, this movie is a straight adaptation of the first arc of the Dragon Ball manga. Bulma meets Goku, convinces him to join her on her search for the Dragon Balls, they meet Roshi, Oolong, Yamcha, Chi-Chi, and the Ox-King, and then eventually they have to deal with the villainous Emperor Pilaf. Oolong stops him by wishing for panties, Bulma and Yamcha get together, and Goku goes off to explore the wider world.

The main problem with this movie is that it’s a little too faithful to that plotline, adapting little moments that probably didn’t need to be in a feature film. I could respect the attention to detail, except the movie also manages to go completely off the rails as well, which sort of defeats the purpose of doing a shot-for-shot retelling of the original comics. On top of that, the movie also cuts a lot of corners.

The best example of this is when Goku first meets Bulma. In some versions of this scene, she hits him with her car, and in some she manages to stop in time, but here, Goku just happens along her parked car while she’s checking the engine. And I get it, they’ve got a pretty young kid playing Goku, and if I was the actor’s mom, I wouldn’t want him filming a scene where he almost gets hit with a car, but considering the other car-related nonsense later in the movie, it’s kind of weird that the opening scenes are so subdued.

Also, when Bulma tells Goku about the Dragon, they just use what looks like footage from the cartoon they’re shamelessly ripping off.

And when they start off on their journey, and Bulma gets attacked by a pterodactyl, it’s just a guy in a costume. It’s a pretty fancy costume, although I have no idea what this thing is supposed to be. Like, if this were a stage musical, I could just accept that this guy represents a pterodactyl, but maybe he’s supposed to be a cyborg bandit, or some other enemy that was easier for the studio to create. The thing is, he still swoops down and grabs Bulma in his talons like a pterodactyl. But why didn’t they give him a mask? Maybe the actor left it at home the day of the shoot.

Also, Goku fights this guy for a really long time. I’m pretty sure he just hit him once in the comic, but this movie drags it out for a really long time, and it’s a very one-sided beating. I don’t understand this.

One touch I really like is how Bulma uses Hoi Poi Capsules in the movie. It’s a simple thing to skip, but when you think about it, it’s such an easy effect to pull off in a live-action movie. Just have the actor toss a prop, show some smoke and fireworks, and then show the characters looking at the building or vehicle that “suddenly” appeared before them. This movie features literal puppets, and it still managed to make Hoi Poi Capsules work, so later productions really have no excuse.

So Bulma sets up a house for them to spend the night, and inside Goku watches... Dragon Ball? Wow, they really had no shame at all about this.

They do the bit where Bulma gives Goku a bath, and there’s some sort of censor effect over Goku’s crotch, which.... yeah, this all gets really messed up when it’s a real live kid standing around in the buff. Also, why are we doing this scene from the manga? Of all the things you could cut, this should have been a no-brainer.

Then we get to the part with the Turtle, and he’s just a guy in a suit, but it’s a pretty damn good likeness of the character. That’s one thing I respect about this production. They wanted to do a live-action Dragon Ball, and they didn’t just shy away from logistical challenges like a talking turtle.

On the other hand, while they wait for the Turtle to return from the sea, Bulma starts wishing she’d brought a swimsuit so she could enjoy the ocean. Then the movie just shows her in a swimsuit, cavorting around the beach. This doesn’t actually happen, they just decided to show this anyway, as if it had happened.

This movie just makes a lot of weird choices. For instance, Master Roshi is dressed very authentically. He’s got the clothes, the staff, the turtle shell, all of it. And yet they gave him these braids for some reason. He’s bald on top, but they stopped short of just shaving his whole head. Also, he never has on sunglasses. And yet, the character always has sunglasses with him at all times! He keeps a pair hanging from a lanyard around his neck. So why not just put them on and complete the look?

Anyway, things play out pretty much like they do in the comics. Roshi gives Goku the Kinto’un cloud, and then Bulma notices Roshi’s Dragon Ball. This would be the part where Roshi offers to trade it for a look at Bulma’s underwear, but that doesn’t happen. Instead... I’m not really sure. They get really close together as they look at Roshi’s Dragon Ball, and then she accidentally kisses him, more or less, and Roshi just gives the thing to her, as though he’s already satisfied.

Then we just smash cut straight to this scene, where Goku and Bulma are in a whole other place. There’s no transition or anything. They’re just like “Oh, we’re at the house,” as if they turned around and found this place along the same beach they were just at.

This leads into the Oolong part of the story, and while I don’t understand this setting, I have to give them props for their pitch-perfect casting of Oolong’s disguise. He looks almost exactly like he did in the original story.

Also, his robot disguise kicks ass. Goku fights him for a bit, and then...

Yeah, not so impressive. I don’t know, I feel like Oolong was close enough to human that you could get away with prosthetic ears and a snout. So Bulma takes him along on their quest, and they do the bit where Oolong tries to turn into a fish and escape, except....

Mai is spying on them. So Mai looks pretty much like you’d expect her too, but here’s a weird twist. She raises her arms...

...And turns into a centipede? And then she goes in the water? I didn’t think centipedes could swim. Anyway, she attacks Oolong for no obvious reason, and Goku has to save him.

Then they do the bit where Bulma tricks Oolong into eating magic laxatives. Fun fact: In Korean, they say “pee pee pee”, but it actually means “poop poop poop”. At least, that was the impression I was given by this scene. Anyway, this is all observed by Puar, who reports back to Yamcha’s lair. Also, Puar enjoys a cigarette, because who knows? This movie was made in Korea, but Puar is in Flavor Country.

Anyway, Yamcha looks fuckin’ awesome in this movie. The fact that he’s constantly accompanied by this ridiculous Puar doll only heightens the immersion for me.

Hell yeah!

Cool pals 4-ever.

Very intimidating.

Yamcha tries to do a cool entrance with his car, but it doesn’t work and he nearly runs himself over, and then he has to struggle to get it to stop. Then he and Goku fight until he sees Bulma and backs off.

The weird thing is that Yamcha isn’t afraid of girls like he normally is in this story. They never even get into that. Instead, it just seems like he’s really infatuated with Bulma, which distracts him. Here, he sees Bulma for the first time and imagines frolicking on the beach with her in a wedding dress. Then Goku hits him and knocks him out.

Then he spies on their house to learn what the Dragon Balls are, and he accidentally sees Bulma in the shower, but he just tells Puar he saw something great. And he confidently says he’ll get his wish, but he never explains what that wish would be.

Then we get to the Frypan Mountain stuff. They just show Chi-Chi running around killing some monster or bandit or whatever. Meanwhile, Ox-King is just a regular-sized man with a really red costume.

Chi-Chi’s costume looks kind of bad. Like, the design had the right idea, but her helmet is way too big and the pink armor parts just look like fabric attacked to the white tights. She looks like a little kid who just got done with ballet class and her dad let her put on his motorcycle helmet.

In further-away shots like this one, it looks pretty good, though. Like, I can tell what they were going for, and it could have been really cool, but they just didn’t pull it off. Speaking of pulling, Chi-Chi pulls on Goku’s tail, but it doesn’t mean anything, because Yamcha’s not around to see it, and Goku’s secret weakness never comes into play. I’m a little surprised that he even has a tail in this movie, since it never figures into the plot.

So then we go back to Master Roshi, and when Goku and Chi-Chi ask him for the Bansho Fan, Turtle reminds him that he doesn’t have it. Then Roshi just starts smacking him around for no reason, and Turtle bites Roshi’s balls.

Then Roshi continues to assault Turtle, even as he uses him to fly to Frypan Mountain. I get using Turtle in place of Baby Gamera, but that’s about the only thing I get about any of this part of the movie.

Then he arrives and sits on Ox-King like a chair, and makes Bulma sit down in front of him, like Ox-King is a motorcycle or something. For several awkward minutes, Roshi kind of gestures at Bulma, but there’s no dialogue, so I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. Well, obviously, this is meant to reflect the part where Roshi asks Bulma to let him fondle her in exchange for putting out the fire on Frypan Mountain, but this bears no resemblance to any of that.

Also, I’m pretty sure the Dragon Ball isn’t even in Ox-King’s burning castle. Chi-Chi has it in this movie, if I’m not mistaken. So Bulma really doesn’t have anything at stake here.

So Roshi finally gets down to business and bulks up, which is a pretty simple effect they pull off. Just get a jacked up dude to pose in the same costume and never show his face in the shot.

And here’s the Kamehameha. Dunno why it’s orange, but no big deal. Goku does his own and blows up a rock, but it’s not as spectacular.

Chi-Chi is all impressed and Goku does this cute humblebrag pose. “Yep, not too shabby for a first try. Yeah, I’ve been working out a lot. Chopping wood with my hands, crushing rocks. Been thinking about trying some Spirit Bombs one of these days, but I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself.”

So let’s check in on the villains. They’ve shown up a few times in pointless scenes, but I need to point out this scene because it’s the best picture I could get of this dude, named Murasaki. I don’t know if he’s meant to have any connection to Murasaki, aka Sgt. Major Purple, but he looks like Nappa with hair. Anyway, Emperor Pilaf sends him to go take out the good guys, who now have five Dragon Balls.

So they run into each other in a cave, where they fight and have a fun chase in mine carts, and Murasaki has ninjas on his team so maybe he really is a reference to Sgt. Purple. Anyway, Goku takes him out with a Kamehameha. Then Yamcha shows up and lends his sword to the team.

Then this green robot attacks and they all take turns trying to beat him. Oolong attacks him with nunchucks (!) but it doesn’t work. Goku tries his best, but nothing. Then Yamcha summons his car to the battle and flies(!!) the car into the robot, but that does nothing.

I still don’t understand how this fight ended. Bulma starts powdering her face, and I think the robot saw its reflection in her compact mirror, and then it exploded? I can’t explain why, I’m just reporting my observations. The gang all congratulate her for winning, but I’m not even sure she was trying to do anything.

Then they go back in the cave? I guess? And Pilaf knocks them out with gas to steal their Dragon Balls. That guy in red and black armor might be Shu, but they never specify it in the subtitles.

Then we just immediately cut to this hole in the wall that Goku made with his Kamehameha. They don’t even show the group being trapped in a place, or Goku shooting the blast to create the hole. Bulma suggests that Oolong turn into a bat to pass through, and he does, but they don’t show it, which is pretty weak. I mean, how hard would that effect have been?

Outside, Pilaf is at... EPCOT center? What the fuck?

Pilaf has all seven Dragon Balls, so fair play to him, although we only ever saw six of them in this whole movie. Bulma started with one, then found four more, and Pilaf had one. I think the last one might have been in the cave? Or maybe Bulma had it from the start, since in the original story she had two Dragon Balls before she met Goku, even if the movie never showed that.

Anyway, here’s cartoon Shenron again.

Pilaf verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

slllloooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwlllllllyyyyyyyy makes his wish, giving Oolong time to figure out that he can just make some other wish first and stop him.

See, it’s important to make live-action adaptations of cartoons, because that way you can depict moments like this with a more realistic style that pen and ink could never do justice.

So from here the plot just completely abandons the original story. Instead of Goku turning into a giant ape, Pilaf starts using Force Lightning on Oolong, until Goku busts out to save him.

So it’s these three vs. the good guys. Goku fights Mai for a bit, then hits her with a ki blast and she explodes. Shu (?) beats the crap out of Oolong until Yamcha throws a flagpole at him like a javelin and that blows him up.

Pilaf just wrecks everyone’s shit, and even Goku can’t stop him. Also, I should note that Pilaf has been making weird faces throughout the movie, and now Goku is making faces as well to mock him.

But nothing he does seems to work. Even Goku’s mighty weapon, the Pool Noodle Nyoi’bo, seems to be useless.

Also, Pilaf can do the Kamehameha too? The good guys are fucked... until!

Turtle suddenly shows up, offering to help? Wait, really? What the hell is he gonna do? Is he going to beat up Pilaf like he took out those guys in that one filler episode?

Yes, that is exactly what happens. He just goes right up to Pilaf and starts smacking the shit out of him with his flippers.

Get turtle’d.

Then they all gather together and shoot Kamehamehas at him together. This is like the end of the second Broly movie, only instead of Goku and his sons, it’s Goku, Oolong, and the fucking turtle.

Finally, after taking a triple Kamehameha, Pilaf makes one last goofy face and explodes. Huzzah.

Then the characters just sort of make small talk. Oolong explains that he wished for panties because he stole Bulma’s panties the day before, and he wanted to give her a replacement pair. Wait, why not just give her back the pair he stole? Bulma says she wanted to wish for a boyfriend, but seems less than eager to find one in Yamcha? I have no idea what they were going for with Yamcha and Bulma in this movie but they totally blew it. Then Goku taps his foot on Turtle’s groin and declares that he has no boobs, so that makes him a boy.

Then the cast and crew all stand around posing together, and an explosion goes off behind them and they run for it. Yeah, okay.

Anyway, the moral of the story is: Don’t fuck with Turtle.

So yeah, this movie is... well, awful. I mean, it’s amusing in places and kind of fun to watch. It’s bad in an entertaining way, which makes it the perfect antidote to a screening of Dragon Ball GT. But it’s still a terrible, terrible piece of cinema.

I’m not sure what else to say here, so I’ll just close out with a gallery of Emperor Pilaf’s goofy expressions.

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball fight son goku win son goku #the gaijin live action trilogy #goku #bulma #yamcha #oolong #puar #master roshi #ox king #chi chi #emperor pilaf #mai #shu #murasaki #turtle

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