#but chance is the first so. holds him up like simba. the true king

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bbbb cant sleep so a first/prelim dooble of my exocolonist player/oc, Chance. Hes a very pretty boy pls care him

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Weird Ways The Brother Touch You Headcannons

Belphegor

It is a know fact that Belphie is a yandere, so he tends to get jealous real easily.

If he’s waiting on you to walk to class together or to go home and he sees MC chatting with another lower level demon and laughing, he loses it in a lazy way.

He will calmly walk over to MC and wrap his arms around them, but instead of putting his head on top of their head, he squats down and place his head right next to MC.

His eyes would be staring directly into the demons, unblinking. A single hand will lay across MC’s torso while his other hovers above the other, showing off his long sharp nail, ready for action.

He’s not about to allow some piece of trash ruin his dreams of MC, his brother, and himself living a happy life together.

He only ever use that style of hugging if he’s trying to discreetly threaten a demon to back up. Other than that, he’s cuddled up on Mc’s side or wrapping himself around their arm to use as a body pillow.

Another weird thing he does is grab the back of MC’s shirt if he wants their attention.

He has already verbally complain about how his brothers spent more time with MC, so if he wants MC for himself without his brothers, he will just latch on to the back of their shirt.

Levi’s gushing about some new anime to you, but it’s 5 o’clock which is the time you two usually take a nap, but his brother is still talking.

So he’ll calmly walk up behind MC, grab their shirt, and as each minute passes by, pulls on it a little harder.

MC better get the hint before they get pulled backwards into Belphie’s arm where he will then just physically drag them to his room. 

Beelzebub

It all started when MC got the brothers to watch Lion King and the scene of Simba being lifted came on. MC giggled a bit and explain how it was a meme to lift up your animals in the same way back on Earth.

It just started as a small thought about doing the same thing to MC. Just a small innocent thought.

But then he walked in on MC struggling to reach one of the higher shelves that were more in reach for demon’s height. (I still headcannon that the brothers are extremely tall, like unhumanley height).

He would walk over to you struggling and seeing you struggling and the thought of lifting you up comes again. 

MC ask if he could help them and he goes with his first thought. Put his hands up their arms and lift them up to the cabinet. They giggle at his actions before grabbing what they need, but Beel doesn’t let them down. 

“What are you doing?” MC asked, giving him a humorous smile. 

“Simba.” That all he response causing MC to laugh.

Ever since then, Beel would randomly pick MC up under their arms causing them to laugh. Then it turned into something more.

Beel would love holding them up in the air and just feeling their warmth in his arms. So, he started sitting them on his forearm with a bicep as a backrest.

 They just looked so small in his arms and he just liked how it felt. 

MC couldn’t complain. They got carried around everywhere and see that happy smile on Beel’s face up close.

Asmodeus

This demon is the embodiment of lust, he has touched you in every way possible. 

But the oddest way is sometimes instead of holding your hand, he will link pinkies together and walk around like that.

The pose is just so cute and MC just looks so cute when they glance down at their entwined thumbs and just smile at them. 

Two of the hottest beings in the Devildom is looking cute at the moment. What else could the world need?

He also loves to play footies with you if you’re sitting down doing anything. 

The teasing just gets to him and he loves it. Please just run your foot up this man’s calf and he will pounce on you.

Satan

You wouldn’t think that Satan would have any weird thing he does, which is true while he’s focus.

If MC were to be chilling next to Satan while he’s reading and he’s deep into the book, his foot will stretch out and just lay itself on top of whatever part of them is closest.

MC will be watching this video on their DDD while Satan is on this third volume of this series and he’s unaware of the world around him. 

MC will feel a small press on their thigh. Look down and there’s Satan’s foot.

It’s not even the whole foot. Just the toes and maybe the ball of his foot.  Never the entire foot.

If MC doesn’t say thing, he will just keep it there as he continued to read his book with his eyes scanning each line absorbing the information.

The only way he will realize it is if MC ask him why does he always put his foot on them.

He would turn slightly pink as he realized how indecent the act was. He will apologize for his action and promise not to do it again. 

Soon as that book gets risen up again and his attention is snatched away, his foot will drifted back over. 

Point it out and you will now have a flustered Satan. MC will say that it’s fine and kind of cute how he reaches out for them.

“I guess that’s my body way of telling you that you’re too far away.” He will then scoot over and beckon MC to lay right next to him.

He still accidentally does it if  MC sits too far from him. It just a sign that Satan wants them closer.

Leviathan

This poor kid is just the type to see cute anime couple poses and want to do them with MC, but is too shy.

He will see all his brothers cozying up to MC and be like “It’s not fair. I want to do that.”

One day he will gain up the courage to wrap his arms around Mc’s waist while their cooking... It doesn’t go according to plan.

He went to wrap his arms around them and panic.

MC turns around to question why he grabbing the sleeves of their sweater, but sees his dark red face and his shivering, and decided against it.

Please be nice to the poor guy. Just start up a conversation to get his mind off his failed attempt at contact.

He realizes through the conversation about anime that you need to stir the pot and he panics thinking this is the part where they will shake him off.

Then MC just moves their arms normally with Levi still attach and continue on with the conversation.

This weird move became Levi and MC’s thing. If he wants to be close to them, he just grabs their sleeves and stand close behind him.

You want to really fluster him? Wrap your arms around yourself and his brain will crash as he realized that he kind of accomplished it.

Or slide your hand in the sleeves and hold his through the fabric. Make it better by swinging your arms, so the two of you rock together.

It’s weird to outsiders, but Levi’s just happy to be close to them in any way or shape. 

Mammon

He’s a tsundere, so he will be trying to be smooth with it. But for some reason, he saw a guy with his girlfriend’s legs ontop of him and his arms resting on it, and he was like ‘I wanna do that with MC’.

He can’t just straight out ask you to rest your legs on him. He will wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And it came in the form of movie night. He bullied managed to get a spot next to MC on the couch as the movie started playing. 

MC kept shifting around trying to get comfortable and saw this as his chance.

“Oi, stop moving around so much. If you need to stretch ya legs, ya could’ve just said it.” Proceeds to grab MC’s leg and throw it on top of his. 

He will try to play it off, but his bright red face and shaking hands alert everyone of what was going on.

If MC doesn’t say anything and just snuggle down into him. He will relax a little. Maybe enough to put his hands onto of their leg as the movie continue on.

He had a moment of panic when MC went with Beel to get some more snacks during the movie change and he didn’t know how he was going get them back into that position without looking suspicious.

But worry not, when the movie started, MC swung their legs on top and continued watching the movie.

If you want to give him a real shock, halfway through the movie, just scoot over and snuggled into him. He will be red the rest of the movie and stuttering every time his brother tease him about “why his face so red?”

Lucifer

Many would believe that this demon is not affectionate, but he likes it to be more subtle.

A hand on the lower back while you two walk around the halls of school. This way he feels that he can control what MC does.

His reasoning is because MC seems to like to seek out trouble, so if he keeps that hand there, it will kill that temptation to get themselves in trouble.

The truth is that it just feeds into his Pride. Seeing how big his hand is compared into your human frame.It makes him feel powerful.

Plus when a lower level demon tries to come up to MC, it’s more effective than telling them to fuck off. It’s the class version of it.

Demon tries to flirt with MC. Lucifer slides in and put a hand on their lower back, making them indirectly lean into him. Just one look at a demon and that’s all that is need to say, “They’re mines.”

A hidden one he won’t admit to is the bottom of the skull.

If it’s just MC and him relaxing on his bed, he will pretend to play with the hair in that area, but MC will pick up on it. He doesn’t rub their head or rub his hands through their hair, if their hair allows. It’s always at the back of the bottom.

It’s because that’s were human’s fragile skull is and the beginning of their spine. Not to include so many nerves and blood vessels there.

It shows that MC trust him if they allow him to touch them there and once again, it just feeds into his pride. 

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Writing Character Death

TW: Mentions of Death. Spoiler Alert: Hunger Games Trilogy,  Little Women, the Lion King.

Ah....writing death scenes. I can plan out death scenes like nobody’s business, but I always seem to struggle with actually writing them. Next to fight scenes, they’re probably the hardest scenes for me to write because I feel very personally invested in them. I feel like character’s death should hold a lot of weight, but I can never seem to get the heaviness of the scene right, especially on the first try. I also procrastinate the hell out of writing death scenes which makes me hate writing them anymore. But, since I’m writing a book that has a death toll in the double digits (and that’s just counting important characters), I have to get used to writing death scenes, no matter how bad I am at writing them. So, here are a few tips for writing character death’s scenes!

I’m Sorry Who Are You?

A very well-known author who I will not mention by name (but it’s actually not you-know who) this time, killed off basically all of the characters in the prologue of their novel, and I didn’t care. I had known the characters for maybe like five pages idk before they all got offed. I was more confused than anything. Prologues are already confusing, and killing off all of the characters who the reader hasn’t gotten a chance to know yet didn’t make it less confusing oddly enough. So, don’t do that. I mean, you can, but your reader probably won’t care. Think back to the Hunger Games. Why did I cry for three weeks after Finnick died? One. I was an emotional prepubescent teenage girl. and Two, I had grown emotionally attached to him over the course of two books, a very sad backstory and the bond he shared with Katniss. If the reader’s don’t care about your characters, or even worse they don’t know who they are, the death scene won’t be impactful and meaningful. It’ll feel cheap and like you were relying on shock value which doesn’t normally work(more on that in a second). To make your readers care about your characters, they need to be compelling, well-rounded characters preferably who we have known for longer than five pages. The death scenes I have been the most impacted by in books have come from the characters I cared about the most. 

Yeah, We All Knew She Was A Goner

There are certain characters in books, movies, or tv shows that you just know are going to die. Rue in Hunger Games. Beth in Little Women. They just always have that little halo of death around them. Right before both of their deaths, the authors made the already super sweet and charming characters, extra endearing to the readers to make the tragedy of their eventual and inevitable death even more tragic. It’s good storytelling, but you have to be careful. Characters like Rue and Beth are meant to die, so it’s okay to know that their deaths are coming, but you don’t want your reader to be able to tell when all your characters are gonna die. You have to be able to get the balance right between foreshadowing and building up to the death scene enough, but not giving too much away. If your character starts having super long monologues about how much they enjoy life and how they have their whole life ahead of them to finish all their goals, then the readers are gonna know something is up. That’s way too strong a hint that they’re a goner. Dropping more subtle hints with lots of gradual build-up will have much better payoff when you finally get to the actual death scene.

That One Scene In the Lion King

Y’all know the scene I’m talking about. When I say childhood ruined, I mean childhood ruined. I cried for weeks I promise. Anyways that scene was sad and depressing, but it was mostly sad and depressing because of Simba crying and nuzzling up to his dead father not because of Mufasa’s lion corpse. Showing how your dead character’s loved ones react to their death will almost always be far more impactful than the actual death scenes. This advice is really common, but it’s true. A death scene becomes 100x more meaningful when not only are you attached to the character who dies, but also when you are totally invested in what happens to the people that the character has left behind. Just like everything in your story the death of a character should have consequences, and it’s important to show the consequences of the death on all your other characters, especially the protagonist. The way someone reacts to death tells you a lot about the character and the relationship they had with the deceased. Weaving those insights into the story is great for adding depth into your story and for adding character development. In addition to the effects of the death on the other characters in their story, there will probably also be plot-related consequences which are important to discuss in your story. 

Was That Really Necessary? 

Was it guys? Was it? I ask myself this question all the time when I do something stupid and half the time, the answer is no. No, it was not necessary. You should ask yourself this question whenever you’re writing but especially for deaths. Is the death necessary for the story? If you’re just killing someone to kill someone, then you might should reconsider. Not all stories need death. Despite what some people think, I don’t believe that they’re necessary for every story. Killing a character just for shock value is not the right way to craft a meaningful death scene. If your readers were attached to the character, they might cry and feel strong emotions sure, but the death won’t be meaningful. It’ll be cheap and contrived which isn’t good to the over all value of the story. Consider the far reaching implications of a character’s death. If you’re killing a character for some shock value, just for the character to come back to life later, you better have a DAMN GOOD REASON because I really really do not like that trope. Why did the character need to die in the first place? It doesn’t normally make sense, but occasionally it can be done well. Just examine the needs of your story, and if a fake character death is what is necessary for that story, then absolutely, go for it!

Tears Not Required

According to Robert Frost, ‘No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader’, but I disagree. A lot of authors recount tales of bringing themselves back to a really dark time in their lives to write a character’s death and full blown sobbing as they write the scene, but I really don’t think that’s always necessary. Going back to a dark point in your life, especially if you’re remembering the death of a loved one, can be dangerous and emotionally taxing. Mental health will always be far more important than writing, and drawing from your own emotional well of loss, grief, and trauma isn’t a fun experience, and in my personal experience, it isn’t worth it. It actually made me dislike the scene I ended up writing because while it was definitely sad and emotionally charged, I literally felt like I couldn’t read it again. You can absolutely create beautiful, moving, and effective writing without putting yourself in a bad mental space. Personally, I just put on sad music. It has mostly the same effect to me!

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Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader Chap. 12; Happy Ending

*Author’s note*

And here it is guys, the last part of my first Disney AU fic. I want to thank everyone who gave this fic a chance and I hope to eventually come up with another Disney AU fic. But until then I’ve got another upcoming movie AU for Queen that I know you all are going to love.

SO until the next update stay safe, stay healthy and stay hydrated (esp. for us dealing with the summer heat right now)

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With the defeat of Paul and him being sealed in the lamp, everything that he had done to my homeland turned back to normal. The palace was rebuilt and back to brand new, Brian and Roger turned back into normal humans once again, John’s royal clothes were restored, the three Kings soon appeared free from their cage, and Simba and Nala returned to their original size.

As Paul continued his pitiless threats, Freddie and I just grinned at each other and he said as he took Paul’s lamp from my hands.

“Allow me darling. Ten thousand years in the Cave of Wonders outta chill you out.” He then tossed the lamp in the air like a ball before swinging a bat that he made appear in his hands to hit Paul’s lamp far beyond the sand dunes right to the Cave of Wonders.

I turned to see the Princes unite with their fathers hugging and kissing each other.  Their pets nuzzling their heads against their master’s legs thankful to have them back once more.  Nervously I walked towards them and when John turned towards me I said.

“I—I’m so sorry. For everything.”

“No my dear, there is no need to apologizes. How can we ever thank you?” John’s father asked.

“No, no, no there’s no reason to thank me. I just hope you can one day forgive me for my lies and deceit. Especially you John Deacon.” He looked at me solemnly.  “You deserve—so much better than me.”

“We all make mistakes.” Brian’s father said softly with a warm smile.  I nodded and took off my engagement ring and walked back towards John.  I gave him his mother’s ring back and closed his palm before walking back towards Freddie.

“(Y/n)!” John called out my name.  I turned to him and gave him a light smile and assured him with my eyes.

“You’re going to be remembered as the Greatest king your country will ever know.” I nodded before turning my back on him and grabbed the lamp.  I watched as Abu dragged the remaining parts of Carpet who had been ripped during our battle and Freddie hissed in pain as he said.

“Ohh that’s uhh—bit of a mess there Abu. Let me take care of that for you dear.” Using his magic he repaired Carpet like brand new.  He came back to life which made Abu happy to have his best friend back.

He leapt towards Carpet and the two of them hugged each other.  Freddie grinned and said.

“Aww now that’s lovely.” He then turned towards me and tutted. “Ah-ah-ah no long faces there darling. Okay I got an idea, alright? This is your last wish. Royalty was the right idea, okay? We just gotta re-route it a little how about this?” He then transformed into an Amazonian warrior and he said, “(Y/n) Warrior Princess. Defender of the weak and hunter of thieves and villains.” He then readied one of the arrows into the bow and he pulled back as he cried out, “For King John Deacon!” He then released the arrow and phased back to his normal self, “Good right?”

I shook my head at him.

“No? Okay, alright. I hear you. But this is what you need,” he then held out a scroll and unraveled it before going through the very long scroll, “See governing laws of England. See here we—ah-ha here we are. ‘Must marry a Princess of an allied country’. Now you say the right words and this law—kinda goes away. You and Deacy darling over there. Together forever.”

“Wait so—you can get rid of the law?” I asked him.

“Pfft, darling please. Like it’s that hard.” I chuckled a sigh and said as I held the lamp in my hands.

“Okay.”

“Alright darling let’s do this. For the whole kit and kaboodle.”

“Freddie;” he shook his hands out and readied himself ready to work his magic for the final time.

“Bring it to me darling, I’m ready.”

“I wish……”

“Don’t hold back now. One final wish.”

“I wish—to set you free.”

“One princess pedigree coming—wait what?” He began to glow and his wrists began to shine as his cuffs came off of him and landed on the ground before disintegrating.  He was slowly lowered back down to the ground as he now was in his human disguise, but this time it was eternal.

Freddie was now human.

He was in full disbelief as he looked up at me down to his wrists, not believing what it was that had just happened.

“Umm…..quick, quick wish for something outrageous darling.”

“Like what?”

“I-I don’t know, wish for the Nile. Say I wish for the Nile?”

“Uhh I wish for the Nile?”

“Fuck no!” he exclaimed.  I chuckled and he chuckled back.  Tears filled his eyes as he raced right up and immediately hugged me as tight as he could and spun me around.  I held onto him, the two of us burying our faces into each other’s necks. “Thank you darling (y/n). Thank you.” I heard him whimper as tears fell onto my neck.

“No, thank you Freddie. For everything.” He set me down and he cupped my face in between his hands and he said again.

“And no matter what anybody says, you’ll always be my Princess.” I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt him kiss my forehead.

“So—what will you do with your freedom?” I asked him.

“Well…..” he turned back towards the six rulers along with Jim. “There—is this animal keeper that I would love—to spend the rest of my life with. If…..he’ll have me?” Freddie said as he and Jim walked towards each other.

Jim turned towards the Princes and the three of them nodded telling him to get on with it.  Jim turned back around and he said.

“When do we start? Also I’d love to have some cats.”

“Yes darling, bunches of them.”

“Ten in total. We’ll save any cat off the street and heal them and give them a warm home while you entertain them with songs and music.”

“And we can run a shop together.”

“Yes a large one filled with treasures the world has to offer.”

“I was kinda thinking a more smaller one.”

“That works too.” Freddie smiled widely and he and Jim embraced each other before giving each other a passionate kiss.

*John’s POV*

I’m proud that Jim finally found himself someone to spend the rest of his life with.  He deserves to have someone, even if they were formally a genie, but Freddie seemed good for him. I felt a hand take mine and I turned to see my father.

“Come, sit with me my son.” He guided me away from Roger and Brian who were now speaking with their father’s individually. “I am sorry.”

“Father what is—”

“Please let me finish.” He said.  He looked at me with solemn eyes but I could see they held some pride in them, those strong eyes that I’ve always admired and hoped to gain one day just like him.  “My beloved son. Harold, Michael and I were so afraid of losing you boys, like we lost your mothers. That we were blind at only seeing the three small boys you three once were. Not the three strong men you’ve become. You alone have shown me what true courage, loyalty, and strength you have. You are the future of England.”

He then removed the ring of Kings from his finger and held it out to me.

“You—are ready to be the next king of all England.” I looked at him in shock.

“All?”

“Yes. You know as well as I that Roger and Brian had no real desire for the throne. So their fathers and I have decided that only one king should rule all of England. And you have proven to be that one king we all need. Your friends and brothers shall be what they longed to be, and still remain as they help you rule at your side. Brian shall be your astronomer and advisor. While Roger shall help you lead your explorations and Navy.”

I—I couldn’t believe it.  I was to be crowned King of not just my kingdom, but all the kingdoms of England.  My father and uncles were planning to unity all three of our kingdoms into one sole English kingdom, and now I am it’s king.

With tears in my eyes I took the ring and stood up over my father and choked out gratefully.

“Thank you father. I will make you proud.”

“You already have. And as king, you may change the laws as you see fit.” He took my hands in his and kissed my fingers before looking back up at me proudly, “She is just like your mother was to me.” My lip quivered and I hugged my father as tight as I could as a few tears fell out.

“Wh—where is she?” I heard Freddie say.  We all looked up and I took notice that (y/n) was indeed gone.

Clever girl must’ve slipped out throughout all this emotional scenes.

“Go after her John.” My father said.  I nodded and looked down to Nala and said.

“Come on girl.” She obeyed and trailed behind me as the two of us left the palace to find (y/n).

*My POV*

Through all that emotion and finally doing what I was set out to do, I decided it was best to just slip back into my normal life, if I could.  Abu walked along my side as we left the palace and the people were once again out along the village ready to start their day.

I felt around my pocket before finally taking out the second ring I had taken from John the night of our first meeting. I grinned and placed it over my thumb when a voice called out.

“Stop right there thief! The King of England commands you.” The crowd stopped and I could hear faint whispers.  I turned around and there stood John with Nala behind him.  I raised my brow at him as I said.

“King? Does that mean I’m in trouble?” I took off his ring and held it up to show him.  He walked up toward me and said throwing my own words back in my face.

“Only because you got caught.” I felt his index finger go under my chin to lift my head up and that’s when I felt his lips immediately kiss mine.

I closed my eyes and slowly wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed through his short chocolate hair.  I felt his arm wrap around my waist as his other hand gently cupped the side of my face deepening our kiss.  We separated for a brief second before smiling at each other and kissing each other again.

By nightfall our final kiss of the day was our first kiss as husband and wife.  My entire kingdom witnessed this glorious event and all applauded for the King of England finally found his bride; me.

After we separated I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face as our friends and family came over to congratulate us.

John hugged his father and I hugged Freddie who also gave me a kiss on each cheek.  I was also hugged by my new brother in laws and dearest friends Roger and Brian.  But the greatest pleasure of all was when I had the three former kings hug and kiss me welcoming me to their family.

We all stood in a line before my people as I now represented them in our alliance with England.  Fireworks boomed across the night sky signaling celebration. Carpet came up to John and I and we got on top of him and he flew us up high into the sky over the fireworks as my people all stared and continued to applaud for us.

I turned to my new husband and he smiled down at me and tucked a strand of hair back behind my ear before the two of us kissed once more as Carpet took us far beyond the sky off to a whole new world.

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A Christmas King: The Royal Wedding

In which Fflewddur and Marie get married. [Dated: April 25th, 2020]

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FFLEWDDUR:

The day had finally arrived. Fflewddur Fflam was getting married to the most beautiful woman in the world. He had woken early, energized and eager to go even though he knew that the wedding would be a long process. It would be ceremonial, it would have every elaborate thing possible. Still, he got into his dress uniform, his aid carefully helping him set it all right. Not a button could be out of place, his hair was carefully styled and groomed until it shone.

Before he knew it he was heading out of the palace entrance, his beautiful gray horse Ferdinand tacked up and ready for King Fflewddur to mount and kick off the parade to the cathedral. Fflewddur put his crown on his head and then had another aid help him up and into the saddle, settling and smiling at his servants. “Thank you everyone. I’m honored to have you all at my side on such a special day.”

Without another word, he nudged his horse forward with his thighs, the beautiful stallion trotting forward quickly, taking them out through the gate, where a marching band was already out in front playing the processional music. Just behind the marching band were two royal guards, riding black horses. As Fflewddur started down the path they had set on, three other guards came in behind him, making sure their king was properly protected as he paraded through the charming town of Vvlandersnazm.

Fflewddur had been trained for this type of fanfare all of his life. So he smiled at the cheering crowds at the side, he gathered his reins in one hand and waved. The cheers grew louder and a bigger smile spread across Fflewddur’s face. Who knew this part of it could actually be fun? He’d never really thought of it until Marie. But here he was, feeling the excited energy building and building as the procession made its way toward the cathedral.

It felt like forever and not long at all before his part of the procession came up to the front of the cathedral, a man stepping forward to gently take hold of Ferdinand’s reins. Fflewddur grinned and hopped off the horse carefully, patting the obedient stallion’s neck. “Thank you.” He was pulled aside just inside the cathedral to change into a new (non horse scented) set of trousers and stepped forward so he could prepare to head down the aisle and wait for Marie.

MARIE:

Marie had thought she would barely catch a wink of sleep, going to bed as she had with butterflies in her stomach and champagne bubbles in her chest, making her feel giddy and bright. Tomorrow she would be married, in front of a kingdom that would soon be hers. How could she sleep with such excitement?

And yet she did. Marie woke to the bright spring morning light filtering in through the curtains, warming her skin. She didn’t linger to enjoy it — there was a lot to do before she could so much as leave her bedroom. There was a quick breakfast whilst she carried out her morning skincare routine, and then there was the hair, the makeup, and the dress. There was a small army of people to help, of course — the room was a flurry of activity, the dress designer and a makeup artist flown in from Paris, her friends lounging around the room, or otherwise running around trying to find garters and perfume and hair clips. Her mother hovered, as Marie had no doubt she would, and before they left for the cathedral the Dowager Queen popped into the room with a gift: the tiara she had promised for the young bride for the day.

The flurry of activity didn’t disturb her, though. In fact, Marie didn’t move much at all; she sat in a chair at the dressing table, being supplied with whatever she needed — most of which was attention. Once she had been assured that her soon-to-be husband was clear of the building, with absolutely no chance of them crossing paths, Marie was ready to leave.

It was exactly what she had expected: sitting in the back of the carriage with her father, waving at the crowds that huddled at the roadside, waving flags and cheering the procession. The guards on their high white horses didn’t serve any distraction from her, as far as she was concerned, her chin tilted up just a little like the royalty she was soon to be.

She took a moment, as they climbed the cathedral steps, to stop and turn around. To direct one more wave and a dazzling smile at the people of her fiancé’s kingdom. Perhaps some would see it as a stunt, to win their affection, but as far as Marie could tell, she already had it — she just wanted to soak it up a little more.

But there was an order to these things; once inside the cathedral, she was ushered into a small side room, to wait her turn. The music from the band began to pick up, and her mother continued to fuss, adjusting the veil around her shoulders until Marie took her hands, and held them gently.

“Maman, why don’t you go take your seat? We’ll all be out soon enough.” She assured her, stepping forward to kiss her cheek. “Les garçons,” she began, turning now to her brothers. “Are you ready?”

TOULOUSE:

Toulouse was not ready. Nor was he happy. But, at least he was here. He supposed if he was not, he would come to regret it. Even though he was sure there would be another--and one that was actually proper. For now...this was what they were saddled with. And Lou really did try to be happy for Marie, but every time he looked at her, his brain simply fast-forwarded to six months, a year from now: with a Marie no longer smiling and sparkling with diamonds.

However, he played his part, patting his mother’s hand while she weeped and fretted, making sure Berlioz was where he was supposed to be at any given moment, he’d even been polite to the Dowager queen and the rest of Fflewddur’s family. The last thing he wanted was for his behaviour to reflect poorly on Marie or their own family. They were the Bonfamilles, after all.  

If Marie wanted to play moral high ground, well, Lou was an expert at such games.

“No, I’m not,” he told her with a smile, and to anyone who did not know them, it would come off only as a tease, “but I don’t have much say in the matter so--” he shrugged his shoulders, but he did step forward and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Tu es très belle, ma petite. Je t’aime.” At least that much was true.

MARIE:

Marie hadn’t been sure about Toulouse.  She had refused to lose any sleep over it, of course, but he had said he would be there, and she had trusted him with that much. If there was one thing about Lou, at least, he was a man of his word — and he could be trusted to dress the part as well.

“Thank you, mon cher,” She replied, turning from one brother to the other as they waited for their cue, her bouquet clutched in both hands. “Berlioz, are you ready? It’s the best man first, and then Toulouse, and then you.” She looked between the two of them. “Got that?”

BERLIOZ:

Oh yeah, this was going to be an absolute disaster. Eventually.

He was reminded of Baktin’s Carnivalesque, not to be a complete pretentious prat-- but that’s what he thought about when they’d arrived at the castle from the storybooks, when he saw the lavish decorations and the uniforms. Here they all were, a cast of characters straight out of a play-- Fflew the Parody King, Marie the Jeweled Fool of an Off-brand Princess, Lou the Disgruntled, and Berlioz, well, Berlioz supposed he was the audience surrogate, leaning on that fourth wall or looking for a camera (because there would be so many cameras today). They’d all played this scene before. Remember, he nearly said to Lou, when they’d both been forced to act in Marie’s pretend weddings when she was a little girl? She usually married Lou (let’s not get too Freudian about it), wearing Maman’s make-up and pearls. There was no difference between those games and this one, at least to Berlioz.

But hey. He was here to have fun. He hoped he and Lou were both wrong. He hoped that Marie would be a happy queen and a happy wife. He hoped the kingdom wasn’t secretly bankrupt. He hoped that Fflew was more than his ego.

If not, then he hoped they’d all look back at this day with as little embarrassment as possible.

So here he was, in his Marie-approved outfit, texting Simba live updates. “Huh?” Ber said and then-- quickly put his phone away and smiled a typical sheepish Ber smile. His little sister was so serious. Always so serious. He hoped one more time that this was the wedding she always wanted, if she couldn’t marry Lou after all.

“Yup.” He thumbs-upped Marie. “Promise not to trip on the way down.”

He should kiss her cheek too. Say something profound. “Je suis heureux pour toi,” he said then, and smiled softly.

FFLEWDDUR:

The music started to play and Fflewddur was the first to start down the aisle, a great big smile lighting up his face as he passed by his family, the nobles of Vvlandersnazm, the various guests that Marie had invited and all. This was the kind of wedding he’d once worried over. Now he felt like the luckiest person alive to be marrying a woman as wonderful as Marie was.

He made his way over to the altar, his good friend William off to the side standing in as a proper best man. Fflewddur nodded at the bishop who took responsibility for all the major weddings in the country, turning and settling at his spot to await the moment that he would see Marie come down that aisle herself.

 “You’re in it now aren’t you mate?” His friend whispered to him and Fflewddur snorted and elbowed him. “Happily so. I can’t imagine anyone as perfect as my Marie.” He knew he’d railed about the monarchy and arranged marriages and all the other customs that could come up with the system to William countless times. But he really was happy. Marie was going to make him very happy. He let his hands clasp loosely in front of him as he waited, every moment building the anticipation for his dream come true.

MARIE:

Marie, of course, was the last to leave the little vestibule they’d been tucked away in. She watched each pair go off in turn, her brothers and some ladies of the kingdom, a few lords, sons of local nobility and a few of her friends from home, from Paris, dolled up in petticoats and hairpins that would make their ancestors shiver. Marie didn’t give it a second thought, of course; had there been a mirror she might have glanced in it, but she knew how she appeared. Like a princess; like a bride. Soon to be one, and already the other.

“Ready?” Her father asked, leaning his head down close to hers, his voice a stage whisper. He was smiling, but Marie had a feeling it wasn’t entirely a joke.

“Very.” She replied with a smile of her own, turning to look front and centre before they stepped out of the room, and began their walk down the aisle.

The music filled the cathedral from floor to ceiling, but Marie strained her ear for the soft oos and ahs of the crowd, the old ladies in fancy hats and the little girls stood on tip toes watching her as she passed. Marie smiled at all of them, as many as she could; but the closer they got to the altar, the less her attention strayed, and Marie looked to Fflewddur, greeting him with a grin.

When she joined him just before the bishop, her father placed a hand on the small of her back, his gaze meeting her fiancé’s. “Look after her,” he said softly, his voice a warning as he took a step back. Marie simply smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she turned to Fflewddur, to take his hand.

“Hello,” She whispered, feeling giddy as she did, unable to hide her smile.

FFLEWDDUR:

The music started to fill the cathedral, and Fflewddur turned so that he could face the aisle properly, a smile lighting up his face as Marie came down the aisle toward him. She was absolutely stunning, a vision in her white dress and Fflewddur couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t want to.

“I promise I will,” he replied, gently taking Marie’s hand and lifting it so he could kiss the top of it. “Hello Marie. You look so beautiful.” He was in awe of her and overwhelmed by his fortune as he turned with her to face the bishop. This was the most important moment of their lives, he was sure. It had his heart pounding like mad, but the smile on his face was genuine.

“We are gathered here today to join this man and woman in holy matrimony.” The bishop said a lot more about weddings in the eyes of God and all that but Fflewddur didn’t pay much attention to that. He smiled at Marie, mouthing ‘I love you’ at her when he caught her looking. He didn’t really focus back in until the bishop said “I ask you each to repeat the marriage vows. If you have vows of your own you may say them at this time.”

Fflewddur focused back on his beautiful bride, reminding himself of the vows he had repeated to himself over and over so he could say it freely, so he could express himself as he should. “Marie, there will be many people that think that our passion is too quick, our passion is too wild, and that we’re not thinking about the future. Those people couldn’t be more wrong. Since the moment I met you I had this feeling that you were the one for me. Never have I been as understood as I have by you, and I would never have thought about marriage at all for myself until I met you. But I did meet you and I knew that I needed you with me. I wanted to be with you for the rest of our lives. I want us to have a family and grow old together. I picture the future and all I see is spending as much time as I can with you. For the first time I want to figure out what it means to be a proper ruler, if only so that I could rule at your side. I want to meet our future hand in hand ready to see what comes next. I love you Marie. I’m so happy that you’re going to be my wife.”

MARIE:

Marie could only smile back at him, sneaking glances at Fflewddur now and then; her cheeks would be hurting by the end of the day, no doubt, and there was a thought in the back of her mind about laughter lines, but it was her wedding day. Perhaps she was allowed a day off from worrying about wrinkles (in her face, anyhow; her entire morning had been spent worrying about wrinkles in her dress).

It felt surreal. Like a dream, or like she was playing a part in a film. Fflewddur said his vows, more beautifully written than Marie could have imagined, certainly on par with the vows her imaginary husband had always come out with in her daydreams, and it felt like at any moment, someone would yell cut!, and the whole thing would be done. But there was no director, no one waiting to critique her performance — no one but herself, anyhow.

Much like a performance, however, Marie had memorised her lines well. Word for word, each inflection in the right place. She had been in the Swynlake summer performance quite a few times now; memorising lines was old hat.

“Fflewddur,” She began, her smile bright. “When we met, I did not know it would bring us here. I did not know many things, in fact,” She laughed, remembering their trip at Christmas, finding out that her boyfriend was the king of a place she had barely even heard of. “But this, certainly, was the last thing I expected. And I’m glad. I’m glad that we’re here, together. I can’t imagine anyone else I would wish to spend my life with. There is a quote that I’ve always loved: Il n’y a qu’un bonheur dans la vie, c’est d’aimer et d’être aimé. There is only one happiness in life — to love, and to be loved. I can’t imagine anything better than loving you, and being loved by you. Whatever that might entail.”

FFLEWDDUR:

Every word that came from Marie’s mouth felt like magic. Despite their brief acquaintance, despite how quick they had gone from dating to engaged, he knew this was right. Fflewddur knew it in his heart, and he couldn’t help but mouth ‘I love you’ at her after she had finished.

The bishop gestured for the rings to be brought forward, and Fflewddur carefully lifted the one made for Marie, gently reaching for her hand. The bishop guided the words, and Fflewddur carefully slid the ring on his fiancee’s finger as he echoed them: “I Fflewddur Fflam take you Marie Bonfamille to be my wife to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish til death do us part.”

He made sure that the ring was just right on her finger before he drew his hand way, but not before he added a gentle squeeze of their hands, to express his love where he couldn’t quite kiss her yet. That would go against tradition. He hardly glanced at the bishop repeating these vows for Marie to say. His focus was solely on her, on his bride.

MARIE:

How often had little Marie wondered it would be like to have a ring on her finger? How many times had she almost slipped one on and then worried about the bad luck, setting the ring on her middle finger as if she had never done it in the first place. Having her engagement ring, even if she hadn’t had it for very long, felt like something magical. As if she were the only woman in the world to get to enjoy such spoils. She had moved her engagement ring to her middle finger, just for now; she didn’t want anything to get in the way of her wedding ring, and the gentle weight of it as it sat on her finger.

She looked up at Fflewddur as he squeezed her hand, and resisted the urge to squeal. It took her a moment to gain the composure to look at the bishop, pressing her lips together to hide her smile as she waited for her turn to say the traditional vows.

The bishop raised his eyebrows at her, and Marie gave a little nod; she was ready. She held Fflewddur’s ring carefully, as if it were made of glass, as she set it on his finger.

“I, Marie Antoinette Bonfamille, take you, Fflewddur Fflam, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish til death do us part.”

FFLEWDDUR:

Fflewddur smiled at Marie, nothing else mattering now that they had their rings, they had said their vows...all that was left was for the priest to say those words he’d been waiting for since he’d proposed. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

He didn’t need further encouragement, leaning in, his hands already reaching up to gently cup her face as he did it, pressing his lips against Marie’s gently, lovingly before he let that turn into something a little more passionate. He loved his wife. She was his wife now! And as Fflewddur finally pulled away, he had nothing but stars in his eyes for the woman he loved.

“I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Fflam-Bonfamille! Our monarchs! Long may they reign!”

MARIE:

It seemed to move so swiftly, the ceremony, the kiss that made her knees weak, and then it was time to move back down the aisle, showered in confetti and the praise of their families. Marie couldn’t help but laugh, her hand holding Fflewddur’s tightly, the cool feeling of his wedding band beginning to warm as it settled against her skin. The doors to the cathedral were pulled open in anticipation of them, revealing the carriage and its white horses standing ready and the crowds of assembled Vvlandersnazm residents, cheering and waving their flags.

Marie pressed herself to Fflewddur’s side, looking from him to the crowds with a bright smile on her face. She raised her hand in a wave, and was surprised to find she felt almost overwhelmed. In a good way, of course - she had always wanted this for her wedding day. To be adored, to be the centre of attention, but never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this.

A footman gestured for them to come forward, so with her husband by her side Marie began the path down the steps, getting settled in the carriage as the horses were urged into a trot.

“This is amazing,” She beamed, turning to Fflewddur. “I love you.”

[penny-beee]

To The Moon

Based off the song To the Moon by Phora

Summary

Never have been in love, she finally found her one

Yeah, she said she never been in love

All she ever did was give her love

Everyone, they only take her love

So you scared of love, I don't blame you, love

“I’ve never been in love, I’ve loved and I’ve supported, but I’ve never been in love.” The young woman had opened up, she sat across from the man that started at her contently.

“Ah, I see. Have you ever tried?” She gave him a strange look, not understanding. “-Sorry, tried falling in love?” He clarified.

“Once, but I just couldn’t, he wasn’t who I wanted to be with for a long time and I knew that, so I called it quits.” Her fingers grew tired as she played with them nervously. There was something about this man that was different or rather off. He didn’t act cocky or entitled; more down to earth and reserved.

“Mm, are you scared?” Another question left the basically strangers mouth.

“Ah! This is so weird-“ she felt awkward but also shy telling him all these things. “-telling a stranger who I am.” Softly laughing at her embarrassment, she answered. “Yes.”

Let me be the one to show you love

That "need somebody just to hold you" love

That "show you off like a trophy" love

Can I be your one and only love?

I just want to be

I think you're the one

Girl, you shouldn't be so scared to fall in love

Two strands of brunette hair covered her eyes as she flung her eyes open. There he was, laying next to her puffing out soft snores. The first night of cuddles and kisses had passed, she knew it was to be short lived, as it was too hard for her to want to be anywhere but her own bed. This has become a thing for her, since the last man had come and broken her heart into tiny little pieces, she had grown depressed. Tired even, not wanting to put effort into school or work or even relationships. All of her friendships had died out, she never went on dates, feeling as if she had a bad gut feeling. Her heart had turned heavy and was beginning to be a real nuisance.

As he laid there though, next to her. His kind eyes and plump lips entranced her, it had been months of not wanting to put herself out there, and then this soft and gentle man had appeared one night at the cafe she worked at.

Yeah, let me love you

Show me how

Lift me up, I'll hold you down

My love is real

“(Y/n), let me in. Let’s talk about this, I’ll wait out here all night if I have to.” Changkyun had seen her, the woman he had fallen in love with at her rawest form.

“Changkyun, they hate me. That just brings you down, please go away.” Her voice cracked at the end, a piece of his heart breaking off as well.

His constant turning of the door handle broke it open, showing a crying mess of a girlfriend. He had come out about his relationship and had been static to be so open. Although, (y/n) on the other hand saw all the bad sides. The name calling, the threats, her exes even called to drag her down even more.

Changkyun plopped down next to her, his hands rubbing at her hair softly. “Baby, I know it’s hard. Trust me, I know. I know you are scared. I know you are hurt. But you need to listen to me, okay?” He paused, he placed his finger under her chin and led her face to his. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You and I are a team, just us two. As much as this is affecting you, I need you to take the time to realize that their opinions and statements don’t matter. They don’t know you, they don’t know me. Okay? We know who we are and we know very well we are not what they say we are. So please, trust me when I say my love for you isn’t going to change because of your depression or past or whatever it may be.”

Yeah, take me far, far away

Find a place, we'll find a way

Don't let me leave, just tell me "stay"

And tell me everything you wanna say

My love for you is like a rose

That never dies but only grows

She had grown more confident, her head held high and full grins always around. She watched as her boyfriend ran around with the boys in a park, they had been filming for a variety show and she had the option to tag along. She waved down Changkyun, having him jog over. “I’m going to go to the book store just down the street. I’ll be back in a few, promise.” Her hands cupped his cheeks, pecking his lips softly.

“Alright, if we finish early I’ll meet you there.” He leaned down slightly to meet her lips once more before she were to disappear.

——

Changkyun has finished early and decided to walk to (y/n). The big window gave the outside viewer a good look as to what was held on the inside. His girlfriend sat at the high table right in front of him, the glass separating the two evidently. He smiled, seeing the sight of her hair pulled behind her ears and her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose.

He took the chance to be the silly romantic he is and walked up behind her. “My love for you is like a rose, that never dies but only grows.” He whispered, the eyes he had fallen in love with stared back kindly.

We follow dreams, they take us far

To the moon, to the stars

All we want, the world is ours

Through all the pain and all the scars

The world is mine, what's mine is yours

Your love is true, your heart is pure

In the beginning of The Lion King, Mufasa sits with Simba and gazed upon their land. Watching the sunrise, just as (y/n) was doing with her boyfriend. Changkyun has decided to wake her up at 5:30 am just to see the sun rise. The spontaneous feature her boyfriend possessed never ceased to amaze her, but this idea had to be the most exhausting.

They sat on a blanket on the roof of her apartment building, cuddled up to each other she sighed. “Do you remember the first night we met?”

“Of course, love.”

“You asked if I was scared to fall in love.” She paused, careful of her words. “I don’t think I am anymore.”

[just-an-anxious-mess]

The Truth

Trigger Warnings: mentions of abuse and violence

(Just a little note before you read this: Deceit is my favourite side and I adore him! However this isn't a sympathetic fic of him so beware.)

Virgil tried to ignore the looks he was getting from Roman and Logan, keeping his eyes fixed on Thomas as if he were listening intently.

His mind was a chaotic mess. He hadn't spoken to Deceit in about a year and seeing him like that had really caught him off guard.

He sighed angrily as Roman mentioned the 'dark sides' and grabbed his chance to go back to the mindspace as soon as he could.

He sunk down with Logan and managed to escape to his room, shutting the door behind him and collapsing onto the bed with an enormous sigh.

"Your room doesn't look any different." a voice said and Virgils head shot up in alarm as his eyes locked onto Deceit casually leaning against the wall.

"How did you...?" Virgil started to ask but was interrupted by Deceit.

"It shouldn't really surprise you that I managed to get in. I pretty much lived in here at one point."

Virgil swallowed, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. "Why are you here?"

Deceit raised an eyebrow at Virgil as if he couldn't believe he was asking. "You really think I was just going to let you leave me like that?"

Virgil ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "Yes, actually, I thought you were."

Deceit scoffed "Then you're more of a fool than I thought you were."

Virgil scowled at that but before he could reply his bedroom door rattled.

"Kiddo? Are you OK in there?" came Pattons concerned voice and Virgils eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just want to be alone for a bit." Virgil responded glaring at Deceit who had a smug smile on his face.

"If you're sure, just remember we're all here for you if you want to talk." Patton said before walking away.

Virgil let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and Deceit snickered. "You know for someone who was so adamant Thomas not lie to his friend you are a very good liar."

"I'm not a liar!" Virgil growled making Deceit grin.

"you do remember that I can tell when people are lying don't you?" He said the smug smile back on his face.

Virgil had an unimpressed look on his face as he muttered "Just go back to the dark hole you slithered out of. I'm sure you probably have some more dishes to wash or something."

Deceit hissed out a chuckle at that. "You're resorting to insulting me because you know I'm right. I wonder just how many lies you've told them. Do they know anything about what you first intended on doing when you showed yourself to Thomas? Or have you conveniently forgotten about that?"

Virgils face was red with anger as he glared at Deceit. "Shut up!"

Deceit laughed again. "oh have I perhaps struck a nerve? Hmm I wonder how they'd react if they knew what your original plan was."

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck as he glowered at Deceit. "Get the hell out of my room!"

Deceit rolled his mismatched eyes "Alright fine, but you might want to work on your honesty or people might start to question your loyalty again."

With that Deciet strolled out of the the room and Virgil collapsed on his bed with his hands over his face.

He could feel his body trembling, the telltale sign of an oncoming panic attack, but he took a few deep breaths and managed to compose himself.

He got up and started pacing as Deceits words seemed to echo in his mind. He couldn't take the risk of not telling the others because he knew Deceit would find a way to leak the truth. He also wasn't sure if he could stand telling them the truth himself.

He didn't want to see their faces full of the disgust and mistrust they used to have whenever he showed up.

He swallowed his nerves and stepped out of his room to find the others.

He walked into the mindscape lounge to see Roman, Logan and Patton all talking. When they noticed him they fell silent and his heart started to pound in his chest.

"um.... I... Er..." Virgil stuttered out, his breaths becoming harder to take.

"Virgil! Did you want to come speak to us?" Patton asked with an encouraging smile and Virgil nodded, walking towards the sofa where they all sat.

"I... Um... the thing is... He and I have a history." Virgil mumbled, his eyes downcast as he tried to stop his hands shaking.

An arm wrapped around his torso and pulled him to sit in between Roman and Logan while Patton sat on the floor.

"We kind of gathered that, given where he's from and the way you reacted to him." Roman said placing a hand on Virgils shoulder.

Virgil closed his eyes and forced himself to speak. "We used to be best friends. He would help keep me calm and I'd point out flaws in his plans. He's good at manipulating words and situations to suit him so I didn't notice that he was using me at first. He had this big master plan to gain more power and it all depended on me."

Virgils eyes were closed still because he didn't want to see the judging looks from the others but they didn't seem to see him any differently than usual.

"The first step in his plan was to use me to get directly to Thomas. He wanted me to say specific things and bring up things that would cause arguments. At first I just went along with what he said blindly but as time passed and I started to get to know you all properly I started to have doubts. He wanted me to distract you all while he gained power from the uneasiness that all the arguing caused Thomas but I didn't want to argue with you all. I started getting closer to Patton and Deceit was no longer my only friend."

As Virgil said this Patton stood up and engulfed him in a hug, making the younger trait flinch slightly.

Virgil gulped and tried to blink away the tears that were forming. "After the whole dark side of Disney thing where I actually felt like I was getting on with Roman for once Deceit paid me a visit. He was furious. He called me a bad friend and asked if I wanted to go back to being a lonely boy crying in his room because no one liked him. I... I told him I didn't want that and he demanded that I start causing more arguments and after a few hours I ended up agreeing."

Tears were falling down Pattons face as he continued to embrace Virgil.

"I... I started to bring up topics that I knew would cause arguments and at first I succeeded. Logan and Patton were constantly bickering to the point where Thomas ended up having to talk to them. Then as it got to February I ended up accidentally helping Thomas figure out he didn't need to have a relationship for some stupid holiday which definitely didn't sit right with Deceit. His plan was getting more difficult to follow and when Thomas called me in for the Q&A he was really mad at me. I was enjoying myself too much, being too involved with the group, so when I started laughing at Pattons puns he shut me up. When I returned to my room that evening he was beside himself with rage. I... I tried to lock myself in my bathroom to try and get away from him but he managed to barge in. He grabbed me by the arm and twisted it behind my back so I couldn't get away. He started telling me all the things I'd done wrong and how much of a failure I was and it went on for so long I began to believe him."

A few tears trickled down Virgils face and he let out a small sob as he broke down, clinging to Patton who had still not let go of him.

Roman and Logan joined the hug so they were all huddled together.

Virgil sniffed and gulped a few times before continuing. "Deceit eventually stopped visiting me though because I ended up telling him that I didn't want him as a friend anymore and although he was gone his words still kept repeating in my head. Each time Thomas called for us I'd feel even more guilty about almost taking part in Deceits plan and I hated myself for it. I... I still hate myself for allowing him to make me do his bidding. If I'm not strong what hope do I have of protecting Thomas?"

Virgil began sobbing again and Logan took the opportunity to speak up.

"Listen to me Virgil, none of us blame you for any of that. We all understand how convincing Deceit can be because we saw it first hand."

"I know exactly how you feel Virge, he had me doing his bidding today and I understand the icky feeling of doing something that didn't quite feel right." Roman said with a shudder.

Virgil pulled out of the hug and looked around at the others, his eyes puffy from crying and his eyeshadow smudged from the tears. "He wouldn't have had enough power to manifest in front of Thomas if I hadn't helped him though. He is capable of doing that because of my help."

Patton put a finger to Virgils lips, shushing him with a sad smile. "We don't blame you, kiddo. He would have found some other way to gain the power so there's really no harm done. It's in the past and can't be changed, so why worry."

Virgil took a few calming breaths and there was silence until Roman suddenly asked "Did you just quote The Lion King?"

Patton grinned "maybe. But that doesn't make it any less true."

Virgil let out a small weak chuckle at that and suddenly they were all laughing.

"Nothing like some Disney to lighten the mood." Roman said with a smirk.

Virgil rolled his eyes but didn't say anything as Roman suddenly burst into song.

Logan sighed and he and Virgil watched as Roman and Patton started dancing around the room singing hakuna mattata at the top of their lungs.

Roman suddenly turned to Virgil at the part where Simba starts singing and gave him his best puppy dog eyes.

Virgil groaned and tried to ignore him but when Patton also gave him puppy dog eyes he let out a sigh and joined in.

Patton let out a happy squeal and tugged Virgil off the couch so he was standing between him and Roman.

Virgil sent a glare at Logan who looked like he was trying not to laugh at his predicament but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

He was glad to be part of such a bunch of weirdos and that was the honest truth.

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(this fic and probably a couple others to come are just to prove that none of the sides are 'safe' from me. I can and will make them all the bad guy at some point so don't get the wrong idea because I love Deceit. I tend to make poor dramatic boi Roman the 'bad' guy more than I do the others so I'm working to fix that)

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Saudade

Drabble Requests: “Marry fucking me” + “Just shut up and kiss me” || for anon and everybody

Characters: you x Jimin

Words: 4.3k 

While this can be a standalone, these events are primarily related to Facade (and Catharsis). Please check them out! 

He wakes up.

His head is pounding, and his body is both sore and lethargic. A small buzz at the back of his mind urges him to wake up and get moving – he does have a busy day ahead of him after all – however, he can barely lift a finger.

Surrendering to a simple state of lying here and breathing while his phone alarm dies out in the background, his mind wanders as the sun continues to rise.

There had been lots of flashing lights last night. That in itself had been coupled with loud music and so many voices; all of which had been speaking and exerting control over him. Then the drinks.

At the snowballing recollection of the overabundance in both colourfully mixed concoctions, and one too many shots, Jimin groans. He remembers exactly what had happened last night.

His friends had collected him after work yesterday and had suggested that they go clubbing.

“You’ve got to relax and take a break from ‘adulting’ sometimes!” they had urged him.

His tolerance was well known – or rather his lack of it – and true to his speculations, he had started to feel quite the buzz after his second shot. However, his friends, being the great friends they are, continued to nudge and offer glass after glass. That had been the first bad decision of that night.

The second came when he had been left alone at the table while everybody had gone off either to grab new drinks for him or themselves. His own glass had been left on the table in empty loneliness. He stared it with unfocused eyes for a while, then had stood up because he was unable to bear just how alone the glass looked. It was then that he heard it.

“Marry fucking me!”

He swiveled his head to the side and watched as a young man knelt on a table with his arms raised above his body. His comical pose reminded Jimin of Rafiki from The Lion King when he offered up baby Simba above Pride Rock; this causes him to giggle hysterically.

Jimin catches his breath in time to see that the man had yelled the three words again towards a similarly young-looking woman who had tried to cover her face in embarrassment. He can barely make out the couple as the two had gathered an audience, and the crowd hollered in unison enthusiastically for the woman to give an answer.

Jimin couldn’t recall whether he had heard her reply, as he had at that moment suddenly been hit with an overwhelming sense of guilt and longing. By the time he is clear headed enough to actually think through his decision, he had already taken out his phone and pressed the only number on speed dial. Waiting patiently, he had dared not to speak until there had been an answer.

Doubt clouded his mind. However, when the person had picked up, he gushed out immediately, “I love you.”

There had been a small pause before he heard the response of “Thank you. But Park Jimin, you’re drunk.” Then, a long monotonous flat buzz had filled his ears.

He groans at that last memory; his fist clenching under the covers as his eyes finally open for him to stare at the ceiling. That certainly had not been the response he would have wanted after a confession like so. Nevertheless, he convinces himself it is understandable considering just how out of it he had been last night. Beside him on the table, his phone alarm rings. This time he promptly picks up the device and turns it off.

The feelings of guilt from last night resurface, and he does his best to push them out and away.

6:45am – he had fifteen minutes to prepare for work before his chauffeur would arrive to pick him up.

As he gets up from the bed, the right side of his body shivers from being out of his warm sheets. The left side, however, reacts as if there had been no difference in temperature at all. He is not surprised as when he looks down, he sees sheets that are straight and made beside where he had lain all last night.

With a long sigh, he trudges away from his bed while thinking about the empty space where you should have been.

“Good morning, Sir,” his chauffer greets him the moment he steps outside his building.

Jimin nods and gives a small smile as his own sign of greeting.

The man holds the door open for Jimin as he gets in. “Aspirin and a bottle of water have been provided for you like you had requested,” he says.

“Thank you,” Jimin responds and then closes the door.

The car ride to work is quiet.

One, due to the fact that his headache had yet to subside so he avoided any type of loud noises including conversation. Two, Jimin is deep in thought.

Perhaps he should call you again this morning. It would be irresponsible of him to make a call to you last night in such a manner, and then not do anything about it afterwards. He feels as if you are owed at least some type of explanation. With a grimace, he brings a hand to his temples and rubs it. He can’t conclude if the alcohol had been a good push of confidence or rather detrimental to the relationship he had with you. He makes slow progress regarding this conflict the entire time he is sitting at the back of the vehicle.

“Sir, we have arrived.”

Jimin has his thoughts interrupted.

“One moment,” he says after a pause.

Taking his phone out, he presses the speed dial. You pick up after a long while of ringing on his end.

“What do you want, Park Jimin?” you ask, fatigue unconcealed in your voice.

He hates when you use his full name like so. It puts so much distance between the two of you.

“I’m wondering if you had time to meet up today. Lunch, perhaps?” he suggests.

“Lunch?”

“Yes. Lunch. I finish my meeting around 1pm today. Shall I come and – ”

“I’m busy,” you cut into his question.

He clears his throat nervously and is mute in thought. You are more irritated than usual and he doesn’t understand why. Did his words from last night impact you in some way? For some reason, this thought ignites a small flame of hope within him.

“How about earlier then? We could go even go for brunch! Let’s say… at that place across from the park with all the statues. You’ve always said you wanted to try their eggs benedict and salmon. I could try and get out of my meeting earlier, and then I’ll – ”

“No,” is the word spoken curtly into the receiver against his ear.

There is a long silence before he speaks again, “Okay. No that’s – I mean – Yes. Alright. I understand.”

He hears the slightest sigh on your end.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice different from before; quieter and more controlled, “But if that’s what you called me for, I’ll have to hang up now. Like I said, I’m busy.”

You don’t give him enough time to say his own goodbyes before he hears the familiar tone of emptiness on your end.

Jimin ends the call as well, but he does it with a heavy heart and disappointment. He can tell that you are frustrated with him, however, he cannot understand fully why. Things between the two of you had started to look better these past few months, but then you had suddenly started distancing yourself away from him. Right when you had begun to return to him; right when he had brushed you with his fingertips; you had disappeared...again.

Stepping out of the car, bile rises within his throat and he can barely choke it back down. The sun is shining bright and hot above him, scorching his back in his black suit. Glass windows of his building reflect harsh beams into his eyes, and there is the humid, lung-compressing smell that filters in the air around him after last night’s thunderstorm.

“Sir, are you okay?” his chauffer peers from behind his darkened lens while extending his hand.

He holds out his own, indicating that he does not need other support. His body sways without his control. He takes a deep inhale and slowly allows the air escape.

“I’m not okay, but let’s go. We’ve got a long day.”

You leave the building feeling more nauseous even though you had already thrown up twice inside. Your back carries a dull ache, and now you understand why none of your shoes had seemed to fit this morning when you left the house. While you shuffle to the taxi stop, you pass by a street vendor that you often frequent.

“Y/N!” the owner yells, “How are you doing?”

You give her a smile and a slight wave. However, when the wind carries over the scent of grilling sausages and other meats, you immediately bring your hand over your mouth and gag.

“Y/N?” the owner runs over and offers an arm.

Placing a hand over it to support yourself, you swallow deeply with pressed eyes. The nausea passes, and you weakly pat her arm.

“I’m fine,” you try to reassure her, but even you can tell that there is something very off with your voice. You look up to see a taxi pull up to the curb. “I need to catch my ride. I’ll see you again.” Without another word, you get into the taxi.

After giving the driver your address, alongside requesting that he drive a little slower than usual due to your frequent bouts of phantom vomiting, you settle down into your seat. You clench your purse securely over your stomach and press it firmly against your body.

You are still unable to wrap your mind around the entire situation. They had said that the chances had been less than 20%. You had not even bothered to try and harbour any type of hope when the idea was first suggested. But now… Now that idea is no longer simply something that had been conjured up in the mind; it has become your reality.

While you know you are supposed to feel ecstatic and completely over the moon, you also feel a sense of foreboding dread. How are you supposed to reveal the news? Should you even do it?

“Hey miss, you’re looking a little pale. Do you need me to pull over so you can throw up or something?” the driver asks from the front.

“No, you don’t need to. I’m just... confused, that’s all,” you share without meaning to.

“Confused?” he repeats.

“It’s nothing,” you say, trying to brush the subject off.

“Oh, don’t be like that. We’ve still got a few minutes until we arrive and it’s not good to keep things bottled up inside,” he pushes. He seems to have sensed your hesitance as he quickly ushers an apology followed by a bottle of water.

There is silence in the car again when you take a sip. The liquid is cold and soothes your heated body. You know it’s not good to keep things bottled up, but there are not a lot of people you would feel comfortable sharing this with. Then again, perhaps this driver is the right person – you don’t know anything about him and he clearly doesn’t know you either.

Clearing your throat, you speak, “Say you have some important news, would you share it with your parents?”

The driver ponders. “Depending on its importance, yes.”

“Okay, um, how about if you’re planning to switch jobs?”

“No, too many questions.”

“You’ve been promoted.”

“Also no, because even more questions.” Pause. “Wait, yes. Then they’ll finally be proud of me.”

His answer makes you slightly smile. “Then…the company has gone bankrupt.”

“Definitely not. In my opinion, I don’t like sharing with my parents about my job. I mean, it’s not like I’m the CEO of some large company y’know?”

The smile dims on your face.

“Something happen at work?” The car swerves around the corner and you recognize your neighbourhood.

“No.”

“Oh. Then why are you confused about telling your parents about things related to your job?”

“I’m not confused about that.” You produce a dry laugh. “That’s probably the one thing I’m never confused about. It’s something else.”

“I see. Well if it’s any consolation, there are a bunch of things I wouldn’t tell my parents. My wife, on the other hand, I wouldn’t hesitate to share,” he says.

“Really? Why?” it is your turn to ask.

“She’s seen me through my ups and downs so I know I can count on her to help me through whatever it is I’m struggling with. I trust her,” he replies. The car pulls to a stop in front of your house.

You reach into your wallet and hand him the correct amount of bills.

He hands you back one. “For a rather…thought-provoking conversation.”

Your hand covers his fingers and pushes it back towards him. “Then for being a patient and accountable listener,” you say with a kind upturn of your lips. He returns your smile and nods.

After you finish walking across your lawn with dotted flowers and well-kept topiary, you pause in front of the hulking mahogany doors. The driver calls from the cab.

“I hope you figure out whatever you’re confused about!” he hollers.

You give him a final wave and mouth your gratitude before he drives off. Then you are once again left to the distant chirpings of birds, the whisperings of the wind, and the envelope of your own thoughts.

The heavy doors close soundly behind him, and he sighs deeply at the return to home. His fingers linger over the buttons of his jacket as the events of the day continue to preoccupy his mind.

All the meetings ran well; he had secured a new client and the current projects are all proceeding without any problems. He had also received the good news of possibilities to extend the company’s business internationally.

To any other person, they would have entered their house with a large smile and celebratory spirits. Yet to him, he only feels extremely fatigued. This is all because of…

you.

You walk across in front of him, holding a large bowl of salad heading from the kitchen into the dining room. Whether you had noticed him at all, he cannot tell.

Nevertheless, you are here. You in your pink, airy blouse and loose-fitting shorts; you with the slightly damp hair piled on your head hastily; you smelling of shampoo and a hint of the magnolia cream you like to pat on your neck after your shower.

You: embodying the reason of his love and the completion of his purpose.

“What are you doing here?” he directs the question into the air when you exit the dining room.

You stop and raise an eyebrow. “Am I not allowed in my own house?” you inquire.

My own house. “I thought you were busy,” he dumbly follows.

“I am. But everybody still needs to eat so here I am. Take off your jacket; dinner will be ready soon,” you tell him, and whirl back into the kitchen.

His mind is empty as he fumbles with the buttons. You had been so angry with him. You had refused to see him at all; barely even wanting to talk. He had not expected you at all.

He hears a sigh of frustration.

As you mutter about his sluggish movements, your fingers pry off his so that you could push the buttons out from the holes. Reaching up, you take the collar in your hand to slide the jacket off from his shoulders.

He grips your hand.

Looking up, you are met with a set of intense ebony orbs that captivate your own. They tug and pull at you, succeeding when you find yourself too weak to resist. His rounded lips glisten and you hear the faintest increase of breathing when you take a step closer. He lowers your hands to your side and presses his forehead against yours.

The two of you breathe. 

“I’ve missed you” he whispers.

Yes, he is definitely breathing harder, and knowing this makes your own heart thud desperately and angrily in your chest.

“And I love you,” he continues in his soft voice, “with all of my heart, and soul, and being. I just want you to know that.”

The air that leaves his lips brush over your nose, leaving the area strangely sensitive. The house is quiet, as the two of you stand at the doorway. Thoughts create bubbles within your stomach while your mind struggles to form them into cohesive words and sentences. You struggle to break free of them mentally.

“Y/N?”

You close your eyes, and for a while you continue to press against him wordlessly. Then, you release your hands from his hold and move your body away to widen the distance from him.

He feels the slightest of trembles against his cheek when your fingers rest against his skin.

“I know,” you breathe out shakily, “I love you too.”

A multitude of emotions flit across his face, but then they settle and a small smile forms. It increases as you draw his face down towards your own, and press your lips delicately against his.

His hands press firmly on your hips as he makes the gap between the two of you disappear.

Your hands travel from his cheeks to the back of his head where they become entangled in his soft locks. Then they move to the collar of his jacket and this time he allows you to take it off, all the while still muttering sweet whispers of “I love you” between his kisses.

He grabs your thigh and loops them securely around his waist. With a hand against your back, he carries both himself and you to the couch where he lays you down. His lips momentarily leave yours to gently caress the area around your neck where he knows is your most sensitive.

You sigh shakily and tilt your head to the side while his fingers work busily on your shirt. Intertwining your ankles on his back, you draw him deeper onto your body. He finds his way back to your lips and bite them after hearing you say his name.

The last button is unfastened, giving him the chance to brush the material of your blouse away from you. Your body tremors while he looks at you from above, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow and his lips swollen from kissing you.

The familiar scent of his cologne wafts into your nose when he lowers himself again, and sends butterfly kisses that start from your collarbone to continue down. The sound of your uneven breathing prompts his confidence to transform the light marks to ones that are harsher and darker.

You feel your desire for him grow and so you grip his hair tighter within your palm. Your muscles are quivering in anticipation. It isn’t until you feel the pressure of his hands and lips on your lower abdomen that you jolt out of the sensual pleasure he is giving you. You are reminded of why you had been upset at him earlier in the day.

“Jimin,” you say.

He hums, not noticing the firm tone you say his name with, and places more kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Jimin, stop,” you raise the volume of the two words.

He instantly does.

He looks up and sees that the previous lust has been replaced. You are not meeting his eyes and he feels a sense of turmoil from you.

Stuttering, he asks, “W-What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head. The voice of the taxi driver returns as a passing gust against your ears.

He takes a seat beside you, and runs a hand through his hair. Now he is frustrated again.

Turning to him, you hold his eyes calmly to prepare him for the words you are about to say. You nearly cave in your decision to simply return to the thoughtless, passionate love-making from before when you see his opened shirt and flushed cheeks. However, you cannot.

He does not catch it the first time you say them.

“Sorry?” he comes closer.

“I’m…” you say, the second word swallowed by the large space of the room. Everything - the carpets, the furniture, the tables - in the room is suddenly much further than usual. They loom over you in comparison, and you feel swallowed like Jonah by the whale. 

“You’re…” he repeats. He sees that you are not making any movements so he reaches out and takes your hand.

There is so much warmth from the small action. 

I trust her. You trust him. 

“I’m pregnant.”

The sentence hangs in the air above the two of you.

He watches as tears start to glitter and bead the corner of your eyes.

“Jimin, there’s a baby growing inside of me. I’m going to become a mother…and you a father.”

He cannot comprehend the depth of the words as he remembers why you had been so angry this morning with him. Yesterday, he had been supposed to go with you to see the results at the baby center but then had had to cancel due to an over-running meeting. He had promised that the two of you would go instead the morning after, but he had completely forgotten. You had even given him a chance for redemption, however, he blew that and had stupidly asked you out for lunch at that time instead.

“We’re going to be parents,” he states.

You nod, laughing slightly at the dumb expression of shock on his face and the release from your previous bundle of nerves. “Yes, we are.”

Sitting back, he absent-mindedly runs the pad of his thumb over your hands on his lap. “They said the chances were so low. I didn’t… I didn’t expect anything at all,” he says his thoughts out loud.

“Me neither.” You squeeze his thigh.

“I’m so sorry!” he suddenly gushes. He turns to you. His hand hovers over the area of your belly, but he doesn’t touch you. It is as if he is suddenly afraid to do so.

“Why are you sorry?” you ask incredulously.

“I’m sorry! For staying out all night yesterday, and then forgetting about the appointment this morning. I’m sorry that you had to go there all by yourself and feel anxious while getting the results. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me!” he babbles.

“Jimin – ”

“What’s going to happen now? We’re going to be parents! We’ll need a bigger house for the baby. You should stop going to work. It will be too strenuous for you!”

"Honey, I’m still going to go to work; at least for a few more months. And this house is perfectly fine to raise a child in. It’s always been too big for the both of us.”

“Are you feeling okay right now? Do you need anything to drink or eat? Did I cause you any pain from earlier? I know you’re going to have morning sickness, and even though it’s the evening, do you feel like vomiting at all? How about food? Should I go and – ”

“Jimin, breathe,” you interrupt him, “You’re panicking.”

He clamps his mouth close and listens to you.

“We can deal with all of that later when the time comes. Right now, there is only one thing you can do for me,” you say.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Just shut up, and kiss me.”

A large pizza box lies half open on the floor beside the bed. The strong, aromatic smell of greasy cheese and meats fill the air of the room as the two of you lie side by side. His palm rests against your belly while his chest supports your head. One of your hands is placed on top of his on your stomach, and the other has its fingers threaded through his. A light breeze blows through the windows and caresses your bare shoulders; serene peace washes over your body as you feel the heat of his skin against yours. You snuggle deeper against him, satiated and satisfied.

“The pizza was a good choice, wasn’t it?” The question more of a statement than anything.

“How did you know I’d want it?” you return back.

“You always want pizza,” he teases you.

“No I don’t!” you sit up and protest, thinking he is already joking about food cravings. You then realize that he is not referring to your pregnancy but another reason.

You stick out your tongue before settling back into your previous position, colour rising to your cheeks.

Taking his hand out from beneath yours (the one on your belly never moves), he slips it beneath his head to prop himself up. There, he looks warmly down at you. “What should we name the baby?” he asks.

You shrug.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

You shrug again. “What would you like?”

“A boy,” he replies, “Imagine a mini-me.”

Chuckling you say, “What a handful. I can barely handle one of you.”

He also laughs. “But another one of you? That’s also too much.” He kisses the top of your head before you can get up and glare at him.

The two of you sit in silence. Jimin experiences the overwhelmingly strong emotions of guilt and longing from last night again. However, this time other emotions also fill him. He feels so grateful that you are beside him, and that you are as happy as he is to start a family together with him. All the worries about the company and his family are trifle next to the need to keep you and the baby you carry safe and healthy. Nothing else matters besides having you next to him, forever like this. He never wants to sleep without you by his side.

Oh, how he loves you.

“This is all too good to be true,” he exhales in disbelief after a moment, “All of this. You lying here with me… Our baby… Us… What did I do to deserve all of it?”

“Nothing,” you murmur softly beneath him, “And you’re right. This is all too good to be true.”

Jimin stiffens. He removes himself to regard you fully. You look back at him with sad eyes and an empty smile.

“This is all too good to be true,” you repeat wistfully.

Jimin shakes his head, but there is not much he can do besides that as the sun rises and you disappear.

He wakes.

A/N: Thank you all for loving Facade and Catharsis so much! So many of you have left feedback regarding whether Y/N and Jimin could be together, have children, getting married again etc. I hope this satisfies your requests! As of now, I have no plans on writing any more for this series (but who knows!). In the meantime, stop by our masterlist!

MASTERLIST

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I put this under a readmore bc it’s LONG AS FUCK im sorry

☾: Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why. (If your Muse is an OC, then favorite aspect of their story.)

i love this question.

Belle: my fave is def the scene where she’s taking care of the Beast after the wolves attack them and he gets all grumpy and she Shuts That Shit Down. i take so much of my inspo for belle from that scene alone tbh--but i also do love the opening sequence and how could you not love I WANT ADVENTURE IN THE GREAT WIDE SOMEWHEREEEE

Simba: ugh, so many good moments, but the best scenes in the whole movie are def the stars scene with mufasa and when simba sees rafiki. i also LOVE LOVE nala and simba’s reunion. also, ofc, okay this part is def my fave: the running back to pride rock UGH THAT SCENE

Toulouse: FFT FFT FFT!! that was legit the only part of the movie i remembered from watching it as a little kid. also when he and ber are fighting on the piano, i love that scene, it’s so cute.

Bambi: the part where thumper and bambi are like hanging out and thumper is teaching bambi to say shit. and he’s like BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD and he’s walking along following this lil butterfly, ugh so precious my darling.

Perdita: gosh there is not a lot of canon perdy tbh but i do love her and anita’s relationship. also when she’s kickin ass and taking names to save her babies. also how she really doesn’t want to get covered in coal and pongo says “c’mon perdy time to put on your make up!” 

Sweet: everything?? about him??? he’s so great?? all his lines?? but i love the part where he’s taking care of the old king the best bc before that moment he’s kind of been liek quippy and comic relief but u get to really see his compassion and strength and steadiness in that scene and i love it.

Maui: his backstory, definitely. that was what made me really interested in playing him bc he totally models slyth but is actually a big ole puff and just wants people to love him. also i like the scene where he leaves moana after she Fucks Up (tm) i know that’s probably a weird scene to love but idk i thought it was super interesting.

Hercules: alskdjfladjkflaskjdfljfl EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM?? herc is just my precious darling. but i love how awkward he is but then how FIERCE he gets when he’s protecting people. like you think what a soft marshmellow how is he a hero and then when faced with danger he RISES and it just always warms my heart. my fave is the hydra scene bc that’s the first time he’s like rly sUCCESSFUL as a hero and it’s such a good fight and he uses his strength to his ADVANTAGE ugh i lvoe hercules.

Attina: ahaha she also doesn’t have a lot of canon, but def my favorite is when they find out that ariel has been #gettindown at the club and attina is like NO ABSOLUTELY NOT and hten everyone makes puppy faces at her and she caves so easily. i based a lot of her character on that. like she seems like a hardass but she’s rly not she wants her sisters to be HAPPY

Akela: gosh, he really does not have a lot of canon to go off of at all, in either movie. i’m gonna say the Law of the Jungle. That’s really important to his development in my head. also the scene in the live-action with grey where he tells him that the runts get eaten sometimes bc it’s like the only time he’s not the Serious Alpha but to me it just showed this like softer side to him? that was playful--and i based a lot of his character on that.

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

Belle: laksdjflkajdf what don’t i love about belle? i mean as a character as a whole i love how inspiring she was to all young girls who loved to read and encouraging girls to be SMART and not be SHY about it. to EMBRACE their bRAINS which is such an important lesson for young girls. and i really love that about my belle too. that she is very demure about a lot of things but DO NOT QUESTION HER INTELLIGENCE. it is the one thing she will unflinchingly defend about herself and i don’t think we see that enough in female characters.

Simba: i love how much simba loves himself. i make fun of it quite a bit, bc he can be so over the top with it, but i really appreciate his level of self-care because that’s something i struggle with. like--not so much confidence, i have a decent amount of that but just, he really does take care of his overall physical health. he exercises, he showers, he eats properly (tho i mean he eats a lot too and lets himself indulge which is important). but he like idk keeps his beard trimmed and takes care of his skin and this sounds like a really weird thing to admire but since i struggle w depression, it’s nice to see ppl who function normally even tho he also struggles w depression. ALSO i love his flirting. haha. inspires me to be a better flirt.

Toulouse: kind of self care too, in a way? i love that lou is unapologetic about who he is, even when he doesn’t like himself. and he really does take care of himself before anyone else. like he does not let other’s opinions (except his siblings) influence his decisions and that’s something i struggle with. it actually makes lou one of my most genuine characters, because if he is sweet to you, if he helps you, if he protects you, he’s doing it because he wants to, not out of any obligation. as someone who struggles to say “no” to people, it’s admirable.

Bambi: ahaha honestly there isn’t much i admire about bambi. not because he’s a bad person but because he’s a teen who is still finding himself and struggling with a lot of self loathing and is in that place in his life where he is making mistakes. but, i do like that, writing him, im getting a--chance to look back and rexamine teenhood from a new perspective which is interesting and fun.

Perdita: i love how FIERCE she is. i always say perdita’s attitude is mine if i didn’t care about what people thought of me and that’s definitely true. i love that the first impression that paul got from her was she didn’t care what anyone thinks BUT i love that she really actually does too bc it just adds so much dynamic.

Sweet: gosh i love how level-headed he is. as someone who is temperamental i really appreciate characters like sweet and poca and haku who are very centered and strong and sturdy. i appreciate their calm presence in my head. i also LVOE how poetic writing him is. he’s one of my characters i feel like i can indulge lyrically in my words with the most.

Maui: i love how conflicted maui is. i love that he has this really stark duality to him and is much more than his cocky exterior and he genuinely really does care about people, not just about the attention, though that is a big draw. i also love what a BOY he is. it’s really fun to play him walking that line of fuckboi and genuine person.

Hercules: what a PRECIOUS MUFFIN HE IS. i just love the whole super strength but has no way to control it thing. it’s just a great duality to play with. like he is so gentle and so afraid of hurting people but has this awesome power. he’s just very precious to me just so sweet and good and pure. 

Attina: my self indulgent bae ahaha. i love that she’s a MERMAID i love that she’s so bubbly. i don’t have any BUBBLY characters. and she’s so happy and smiley. i mean, simba is kinda like that both of them just Radiate Joy. and i also love playing sisters. i love love the family dynamic and the fact that there is so many of them, because it just leads to such RICH character development. i love what a romantic she is. i love how soft and kind but how protective. how scared but how brave. ugh my beeb

Akela: he’s another really calm person. i love that akela doesn’t linger on his mistakes. he has regrets. he acknowledges when he’s done something wrong and then--wait for it--HE MOVES ON. he doesn’t dwell. he doesn’t beat himself up. he picks himself up and dust himself off and moves on. which is so refreshing bc most of my characters are wallowers ahhaa

●: If you could say just one thing to your Muse, what would it be?

Belle: GIRL I S2G GET SOME FUCKIN SELF CONFIDENCE it just really annoys me that she needs to be poked and prodded into feeling good about herself bc she’s so BRAVE AND STRONG AND KIND AND WONDERFUL she’s perfect and she SHOULD KNOW THAT SHE IS WORTH GOOD THINGS

Simba: honey, stop, trying, to, please, everyone,, it’s not gonna work and you’re just gonna wind up making a mess of things. also i love you /pets

Toulouse: i s2g i have so many things that i could say to toulouse but if i could ever interact w some real form of him u know what i would do? i would give him a goddamn hug. just a good, long hug where he can put his lil head on my shoulder and just relax. he craves physical affection ppl

Bambi: i would give him support about his choices and tell him it’s okay to be afraid but he should be brave too bc being brave is the best fuck u to all the people who want to scare you.

Perdita: i understand why you did what you did and i don’t blame you for it. 

Sweet: keep doin you babe

Maui: IT’S OKAY YOU CHEATED JUST LIVE UP TO IT NOW (also you are real hot and we should date)

Hercules: embrace ur powers lil honey u are wonderful

Attina: relax babe you should take care of YOURSElF (she won’t listen to me)

Akela: i’m sorry about your family *gives him snuggles*

♦: Relationship with your Muse.

im gonna answer this like “how does the muse come about” kinda deal bc this question is weird

Belle: well her voice comes so easily to me i love it except it’s SO thinky. she is always who i write the longest posts on bc she just examines everything but i love it bc i so do not think like that but it opens my mind to interesting thought processes i haven’t explored myself before. though i also edit her the most bc her dialogue is SO HARD. it’s getting better tho as she gets more confident but it only takes one set back to go back to stuttering and holding her tongue.

Simba: gosh. i love his voice. it’s so COLORFUL. i can write simba all day because even in his darkest moments he is so BRIGHT and he feels everything so deeply. i love his background. i love writing about africa and islam and how he is bisexual and his race (but in the little things like how he has sensitive skin and likes movies like Hairspray lol). he’s really so different from me in so many ways, but he’s also an accumulation of like all the men in my life i’ve admired so he has a v special place in my heart.

Toulouse: gosh i love toulouse. idk his voice comes SO naturally to me. he is, without a doubt, the character i just instinctually know the best. i can’t even explain it but he just popped into my head completely formed. i knew everything about him almost immediately and even the things that came later just fell into place so easily. i just love him because he is so complicated and dynamic and feels so deeply while also having a really complicated relationship with those emotions. writing him is both frustrating bc he always makes the same mistakes, but very easy for me.

Bambi: ugh i love bam. he’s another one that i just loved from the start. i wanted him for so so long before i actually got him and he just mad sense to me. i love his shyness. i like writing his view of the world since he def has so much influence from books and movies and he thinks in like tropes a lot and i’ve never written like that before and it’s super fun.

Perdita: i love how concise she is. i love all the sharp language i get to use with her. how every sentence i feel like i hit the period mark really fiercely. every sentence is important and to the point. she doesn’t like meander and as someone with flowy writing it’s nice to be able to know that i can do shorter stuff.

Sweet: UGH i love the poetry to his voice. making him a poet was a great move on my part bc i just looooove it. i love his voice. how calm. how gentle. how wise. and beautiful tbh. also all his experience is really fun to write. he’s like a fully formed person.

 Maui: i think i mentioned this but what a BOY he is. i love it. i love being able to play with the line between saying shitty sexist things but not knowing they’re shitty and sexist and really being a (mostly) genuine person but not always kosher or PC or anything like that.

Hercules: im still getting used to his voice but i really like how much he curses lmao he is like FUCK FUCK FUCK in his head at all times and i love that bc he’s so soft and smol and it’s such a funny contrast. also i get to play with humor and irony a lot with him and that’s fun. hopefully i can do more allusions to mythology once i start working with his powers more and that’ll be fun

Attina: i love her OCD. i think it makes for really interesting writing because people with OCD repeat phrases and stuff a lot and always having to be hyperaware of her actions like--remembering she doesn’t like to touch people and remembering that she locks the door nine times and that she doesn’t eat food from public places. it just really plants me in her head every time i write her.

Akela: his connection to nature. tbh being able to play as a wolf im ngl. but also a LEADER that people RESPECT AND LISTen TO. also i love how his voice is sad but not depressingly so. so it makes it really interesting to write like balancing all that emotional with his cool, level-headness. 

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My Review of The Lion King (2019)

Hello, Tumblr! I'm Tigger, and I am a life-long fan of The Lion King- the original movie, the music, the characters, the story, the aesthetic- everything. When the "live action" remake was first announced, I was absolutely ECSTATIC. Why? Well, you'll likely hear this phrase from me time and time again- "More Lion King is always better!" I love seeing The Lion King spread everywhere and enjoyed by as many people as possible. I am also an artist- I earned a BFA in Computer Animation in college and have been drawing TLK since middle school.

This all being said, it's been quite obvious on social media as of late that the general reception to the remake, leading all the way up to its release, has been negative- many people claiming it's a "cheap sell out", comparing the new visuals to the old and bemoaning the "lack of expression and emotion" when looking from the photorealistic characters of the remake to the cartoon visuals of the original. Personally, I wanted to withhold my own critical judgement until I had seen the full movie myself. I saw it two times on its opening day, and I have a lot of thoughts- many of which might surprise you.

First off- no, the remake is NOT the original. And if you go into it still thinking of the original, you'll likely be disappointed. The cartoony vibe of the first movie, with exaggerated expressions and sudden and extreme style changes, doesn't translate to the style the movie dedicated itself to- a photorealism style. For example, during the "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" sequence, the original's backgrounds all but abandoned its previously established style and ran brightly colored patterns alongside highly stylized designs for the animals. This was all well and good for the 2D animated film, given its complete freedom in these areas.

However, in the "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" sequence in the remake, the movie ran the sequence while still keeping the realism aspect of the rest of the movie, dedicating itself to staying in line as if the entire movie was being filmed by a live camera out in the wilds. Simba and Nala sung and danced and ran amongst the animals, which joined in the singing, butterflies swarming and animals splashing along the water. If you were still thinking of the bright colors and extreme patterns of the original while watching the remake's version, you'd obviously be noticing the difference.

Noting these differences is objective and factual, and that's all fair. It's also perfectly valid to have a preference of the two! However, the biggest issue that's bugged me in regards to the movie's "reception" (I use this term loosely... since most people who have been saying these things haven't actually watched the movie yet,) is that people are objectively saying that the style of the remake is objectively worse than the original, or that it's an insult to the original. This is what I personally have a problem with. Let me explain, by backing up a bit.

I mentioned earlier I've been drawing Lion King since middle school. Back then, I was a member of "The Lion King Fan-Art Archive", or TLKFAA for short. It was an online community of people who drew TLK artwork. I grew up with a wonderful supporting group of artists, ranging from young to old, that were all united with a single passion- The Lion King, of course! It didn't matter how talented or skilled you were, it didn't matter if you were just starting out or a veteran who'd been drawing for years, it didn't matter what color you made your lion characters, if you put wings or tattoos on them or made them as natural as possible, and it didn't even matter- no, it never ONCE mattered- HOW you drew your Lion King characters. Cartoony, realism, in your own style- all of it was encouraged! What mattered was what was clear- we all loved TLK.

And to me, it was very clear throughout the entire remake movie that the love was there. And honestly, it's always been a childhood dream of mine, wondering how The Lion King's story would go if all of the characters looked exactly like real animals. How would they sing, dance, joke, fight? This movie answered that and gave us all a wonderful delight of a film, a great story we all know and love but through the eyes of "what if 'The Lion King', but as if it were real life?' And y'know what? The remake is still the SAME story. It's STILL The Lion King! Y'know what else? The characters were the same as they were in the original, a lot of poignant lines were still there, verbatim even. And y'know what ELSE else? There are even some parts of the remake, some full scenes even, that I felt were done even BETTER than the original! (*GASP*)

For example- both Scar and Nala had additional scenes in the remake that I felt fleshed out both characters in ways the original did not, and likely COULD not. Scar had a wonderfully chilling, entirely new scene where he pressured Sarabi into becoming his queen, ultimately showing him as an even more terrifying and ominous figure who was willing to put his own selfish desires above the safety of the pride. His interactions with the hyenas were also more serious than the original- where his relationship with them was almost comedic, the hyena trio even scoffing at him and brushing him off at times- but in the remake, their relationship was more tense and Scar's attitude towards them made him even more scary of a character.

And Nala also had an additional scene- the scene of her escape from Pride Rock- a scene that fans have been dreaming up on their own since the original, where it was never revealed how that went down, or what she might've had to go through in order to escape Scar's clutches. This scene made Nala's character seem all the more brave, Scar's character seem all the more frightening, and when Nala finally found Simba, you felt more ingrained in the overall story as a result. (Not to mention, cub Nala had some additional lines that were both adorable and endearing. I think I like Nala in the remake more than Nala in the original! Same for Scar!)

There were a lot of things the remake did well- and yes, there were things I think were dings against its overall performance. In particular, the post-stargaze scene, where Simba's fur mixed with plants in the wind and is eventually found by Rafiki, was seconds in the original... and MINUTES in the remake. Entirely unnecessary (though during my second viewing, I did realize this was a good time for a quick bathroom break, so, that's something?) and really interrupted the emotional pacing of the story.

And while I wish more could've been done with Mufasa's character (he was missing a significant amount of his charisma that was seen in the original- didn't hug Rafiki in the opening, didn't chuckle at Zazu's jokes about Scar, etc), I also want to keep in mind in this particular regard that James Earl Jones might've only wanted to do a limited amount of voice acting for the remake, and I want to respect that as best I can. I can't judge this because I don't know to what extent his contract allowed for on both ends, but it's still something I missed in the remake.

The biggest gripe I've seen about the remake is people taking photos they found online of various real lion extreme expressions and saying "see! Real lions can still have expressions! They could've made it expressive but they CHOSE not to!" Well, yes and no. Yes because it's true that lions have been seen to display certain expressions on their faces, and the remake lions' expressions are very subtle. Yes, the art directors could've chosen to go a more expressive route a la The Wild or Aslan. But, ultimately they chose to direct the movie as if they were *filming* real lions, with expressions few and far in between.

Is this a ding against the remake? A little bit, yeah- I'll agree to that. There were parts where I felt that they could've stretched an emotion even just a tiny bit more and it still would've felt real and believable, but they didn't. However, this was a choice made in production, and if you hold it against the entire movie, then you aren't even giving the artists a chance to show what they can do with those limitations. Lemme step back to when I talked about TLKFAA- it didn't matter what style you drew lions in, they were lions and it was Lion King and trying new things and sharing new things was always welcomed.

"But the original was a masterpiece!" Yes, it was, and it still is. No remake will change that. "This remake is a sham, it's riding off another movie's success!" The original kinda was, too- it was a low-key rip-off of Kimba, created by Osamu Tezuka in 1950. "This is just for some quick and easy cash!" That isn't exclusive to Disney- every company makes movies to make money. Making money is and will always be any and every company's #1 motivation for doing ANYTHING. And as an artist and an animator, let me tell you one thing- making animations is NOT an easy thing to do.

"This shouldn't even exist, it doesn't do anything good!" More Lion King is never a bad thing, the amount of merchandise and reawakened love for TLK that's come about as a result of this remake is absolutely amazing, I've been swimming in new artwork and creations that have popped up since the remake got announced! So many wonderful pieces of artwork- traditional, digital, physical- and so many artists that have been hired to share their talent with the rest of the world. I can't even begin to describe how much my TLK collection has exploded in the past few months. "But you're supporting lazy business practices!" I'm supporting ARTISTS.

Because at the end of the day, please, PLEASE remember... a company does not create anything. A company CANNOT create anything. Companies do one thing and one thing only, they make financial decisions on what they should spend money on. If you believe that this movie shouldn't have been made in the first place, that's fine and fair. But it was funded anyways. And who produced it? People. Who made it? Artists. So the next time you see marketing for it and scoff "man that looks so lifeless and dull", please remember you aren't insulting a company that makes billions, you're insulting a human being who created with their own two hands artwork they were paid to create.

Back in my TLKFAA days, I tried lots of different styles. At one point, I debated with myself whether I should dedicate my style to being as close to the original movie's style as possible- as sometimes that was seen as the more "popular" and "desirable" pieces of art- but ultimately I decided I would keep the TLK inspiration in my style, but draw what I felt was right. Whatever each artist decides to do with their art, their style, is their choice and that choice is something to be celebrated. And throughout the years, whenever I see TLK in ANY kind of artwork, in ANY kind of style, I love it because that means the artist loves it, too.

If you ever want to create something- if you ever want to try something new, change your style, mix things up, explore, learn, create, share... please don't ever feel afraid to do so. And on the other side, if someone around you ever shares a change like this with you, please keep in mind they might be feeling afraid of being rejected, judged... scoffed at. I can't control what other people do or say, no. But as for myself, if there's ever any artist I come across that wants to share something they created with me, all I will ever respond with is encouragement and joy. That's how we grow as human beings- experiment, create, share, and learn. And we best do this together.