#cartoon meets reality

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

So Chip and Dale Secrets and Lies is about to reach a major milestone, being my longest Fanfiction to date with 30k words(The Master Document has 38k) and with nearly 700 hits. I'm absolutely grateful for everyone showing my wild idea so much love and I am so excited to be writing the next chapters as we get closer to the end.

However, I do have the fear of God when it comes to these upcoming chapters....let's just say that Major Character Death warning is finally gonna come into play and I may have a riot on my hands.

[spyroz]

i need to make all my characters that live in between realities interact or at least draw them all together. this has been a recurring theme for me for far too long to not have done anything about it

[cornyonmains]

So, I finally got around to watching Adolescence on Netflix and now I see why the manosphere is in full on damage control mode. This show did its research and did SO MANY things right because of it.

Firstly, they didn't have Jamie cartoonishly espousing his beliefs like a cartoon supervillain, because they did their research, and knew these boys are being carefully taught by the adults in the manosphere to hide their power level. They showed the full reality of what Jamie had become under the tutelage of the manosphere by letting their teachings silently guide his actions.

Second, they almost completely removed Katie from the conversation. That was so important because men would have jumped all over that to devalue the messaging by calling it another piece of feminist trash centered around women. Men were center stage in this, portrayed in respectful honesty, flaws and all.

Jamie's dad was legitimately an alright dude, but he had his family walking on eggshells with those tantrums of his, and I imagine the truth of that was such an uncomfortable but necessary glimpse in the mirror for men. My brother has never laid hands on a woman in his life either, but he has that same inability to emotionally regulate when he gets angry, and I think it was important for men to see what it looks like for the people around them to deal with. By centering the male experience in an honest way, in making a piece of media men might not completely dismiss outright, they get to see what they look from the point of a spectator's view, and that's so goddamned important.

Third, they left a lot of stuff about the Red Pill confusing and vague. This is going to spur parents to do more research, which is so fucking necessary, and it's going to keep the manosphere from saying, "Well, this and this and this is completely misconstrued." This is important because if we want legislation passed to protect young people from the Manosphere, we need to focus on the long term damage over time done to the psyche, on the actual damage they're doing to young boys, rather than focus on criticizing rhetoric they've got meticulously built dialog trees to defend. We need to build a case that the Manosphere is full of predators absolutely breaking the psyches of young boys for money.

Something I need people to understand is the Manosphere would crumble without adolescent views. If any of them go to meet-ups, you can see pictures with their fans, and they're just awash in a sea of tween and teen boys. It's fucking horrifying. We would do damage this pipeline would never recover from if we remove their access to children.

[goldfades]

Joe and reader taking Hayes to the beach for the first time

hope you enjoy, love!

The trip had been a long time coming.

For months, you and Joe had talked about taking Hayes to the beach, but between his football schedule, your own packed days, and the unpredictable chaos of parenting a toddler, it kept getting pushed back. There was always something—a game, a meeting, a stubborn cold Hayes had picked up from his cousins that left him sniffling and clinging to your hip for a week straight. And then, of course, there was the hesitation.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to take him. If anything, you ached to—imagining him wide-eyed at the endless stretch of ocean, tiny hands gripping fistfuls of warm sand, the giddy shrieks that would no doubt burst from him when the waves kissed his feet. But the reality of it? Taking a barely-three-year-old to the beach was a task. The kind that required strategy, backup plans, and an ungodly amount of snacks.

But then Joe’s offseason finally rolled around, bringing with it the kind of slow, golden days that made you feel like you could breathe again. And when Hayes pointed at the TV one morning—at some cartoon crab dancing across a bright blue ocean—and asked, Can we go there, Mama? with those big, round eyes of his, you and Joe just looked at each other and knew.

It was time.

So now, after a flurry of packing (too many snacks, not enough patience) and a drive filled with excited little kicks against the back of Joe’s seat, you were here.

The ocean stretched before you, vast and shimmering under the afternoon sun. A salty breeze wrapped around you, tangling your hair, teasing the fabric of Joe’s t-shirt as he shifted Hayes higher on his hip. Your son, ever-curious, stared out at the water like it was something out of a dream, tiny fingers flexing against Joe’s shoulder.

And just like that, all the stress, all the second-guessing—none of it mattered anymore.

Because Hayes was about to see the ocean for the first time. And you? You were about to watch him fall in love with it.

Joe adjusted Hayes on his hip, the little boy still staring out at the waves like he couldn’t quite believe they were real. His small fingers dug into the fabric of Joe’s t-shirt, gripping tight, as if afraid the whole scene might disappear if he let go.

You reached over, brushing a few messy curls away from Hayes’ forehead. “Pretty cool, huh, baby?”

Hayes didn’t even look at you. His lips parted slightly, eyes big and round as he watched the water roll forward, then pull back, like it was playing some secret game only it understood. You had never seen him this quiet ever.

Joe chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Think he’s in shock.”

You smiled, watching the way the wind ruffled through Joe’s hair, how the sun caught on the sharp cut of his jaw. “Give him a second,” you murmured. “He’s taking it all in.”

Hayes finally blinked, shifting slightly against Joe’s chest. “It moves,” he whispered, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

You and Joe exchanged a look, amusement flickering between you.

“Yeah, bud,” Joe said, voice laced with laughter. “That’s kinda what the ocean does.”

Hayes’ little brows knitted together. “Why?”

You bit back a laugh. Of course that was his first real reaction—confusion over why the water wouldn’t just stay still.

“That’s how the waves work, baby,” you explained, resting a hand on his small back. “The water moves because of the wind, and the way the moon—” You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It just does, sweetheart.”

Hayes seemed to consider this for a long moment before finally nodding, like he’d decided to accept it for now. His attention drifted back to the waves, his tiny fingers flexing against Joe’s shoulder. Then, suddenly, he turned his head, pressing his face against Joe’s shirt. “Don’t wanna go in.”

Joe raised a brow, tilting his head down to look at him. “What do you mean, don’t wanna go in?”

Hayes shook his head furiously, curls bouncing. “Too big.”

You exhaled softly, reaching over to rub slow circles on his back. The ocean was a lot—endless and loud, stretching farther than he could probably comprehend. It made sense that he’d be overwhelmed.

“We don’t have to go in, baby,” you reassured him. “Not until you’re ready.”

Joe nodded in agreement, shifting his grip on Hayes. “Yeah, bud. We can just sit in the sand for a bit, okay?”

That seemed to satisfy him. Hayes peeked up, considering the two of you for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

You shot Joe a knowing look as you bent down to grab the beach bag. See? The key to handling a hesitant toddler was patience. You had to let them take things at their own pace.

Joe, to his credit, seemed to understand that too—at least when it came to Hayes.

The three of you made your way down toward the sand, and you took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill your lungs. There was something about the ocean—how it smelled, how the sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed to wrap around you like a song. It had been too long since you’d been here.

You spread out a towel, and Joe crouched down, setting Hayes carefully in the center of it before plopping down beside him. You sat down as well, kicking off your sandals and stretching your legs out. The sand was warm beneath your fingers as you dug your hand into it, letting the grains slip between them.

Hayes watched you for a moment, then hesitantly copied you, pressing his palm against the sand. His little fingers curled, squeezing a handful, and he giggled as it slipped through his grip.

“Tickles,” he announced.

You smiled. “Yeah? Feels funny, huh?”

Hayes nodded, already grabbing another handful. He let it fall again, watching with fascination as the wind carried some of the finer grains away.

Joe leaned back on his hands, watching him with a small, amused smile. “Think he likes it.”

“I think so, too,” you murmured.

For a while, that was enough. Hayes sat between the two of you, utterly mesmerized by the sand, grabbing fistfuls of it and watching it slip through his fingers over and over again.

Then, slowly, his attention drifted back to the water. He glanced up at you, then at Joe. “Mama?”

You ran a hand over his curls. “Yeah, baby?”

“Maybe…” He hesitated, looking back toward the waves. “…Maybe touch it.”

Your heart squeezed at how cautious he was being about it, how he wasn’t scared necessarily, just careful.

Joe grinned, sitting up straight. “Oh yeah? You wanna put your toes in?”

Hayes nodded, a little more sure this time.

“Alright,” you said gently, standing up and holding out your hand. “Come on, lovebug.”

Hayes reached for you immediately, gripping your fingers in his tiny hand as you helped him up. Joe followed, standing to his full height, watching carefully as Hayes took small, deliberate steps toward the shore.

You could feel the slight tension in his grip as the waves inched closer, but he didn’t stop. He just squeezed your hand a little tighter.

Joe, walking beside him, reached out and placed a steadying hand on his back. “I got you, bud.”

Hayes looked up at him, then at you, and something about your presence—about the fact that he was between you, held steady and safe—seemed to reassure him.

The first wave rushed forward, just barely skimming his toes. Hayes inhaled sharply, eyes going huge, and for a split second, you braced for him to bolt.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he laughed.

A full, delighted, belly-deep giggle that made your heart swell and your chest ache with love.

He turned toward Joe, tugging at his fingers. “Again!”

Joe grinned. “You gotta wait for it, buddy.”

Hayes turned back toward the water, practically bouncing on his feet as he waited.

And as the next wave rushed forward—just enough to wet his feet and send a spray of water up his legs—he laughed again, the sound carrying over the beach, over the waves, over everything.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, meeting Joe’s gaze over Hayes’ head.

He loves it.

Joe’s eyes were soft, full of something warm and unspoken. Of course he does.

And standing there, your feet in the water, your son laughing between you, the ocean stretching wide and endless before you—

You knew.

This was a memory that would last forever.

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

MASTER POST OF PROSHIP RESOURCES!!! <3<3

this is just for links (bc i just have No Way of formatting this properly), so for more in-depth stuffs and credits, head to the google doc, or the carrd !! :3c

Fiction ≠ Reality

Violent media -

Does Media Violence Predict Societal Violence? It Depends on What You Look at and When

Video Game Violence Use Among “Vulnerable” Populations: The Impact of Violent Games on Delinquency and Bullying Among Children with Clinically Elevated Depression or Attention Deficit Symptoms

Extreme metal music and anger processing

On the Morality of Immoral Fiction: Reading Newgate Novels, 1830–1848

How gamers manage aggression: Situating skills in collaborative computer games

Examining desensitization using facial electromyography:Violent videogames, gender, and affective responding

'Bad' video game behavior increases players' moral sensitivity

Fiction and Morality: Investigating the Associations Between Reading Exposure, Empathy, Morality, and Moral Judgment

Comfortably Numb or Just Yet Another Movie? Media Violence Exposure Does Not Reduce Viewer Empathy for Victims of Real Violence Among Primarily Hispanic Viewers

Fantasy Crime: The Criminalisation of Fantasy Material Under Australia's Child Abuse Material Legislation

Being able to distinguish fiction from reality -

Effects of context on judgments concerning the reality status of novel entities

Children’s Causal Learning from Fiction: Assessing the Proximity Between Real and Fictional Worlds

Reality/Fiction Distinction and Fiction/Fiction Distinction during Sentence Comprehension

Reality = Relevance? Insights from Spontaneous Modulations of the Brain’s Default Network when Telling Apart Reality from Fiction

How does the brain tell the real from imagined?

Meeting George Bush versus Meeting Cinderella: The Neural Response When Telling Apart What is Real from What is Fictional in the Context of Our Reality

loli/shota/kodocon -

If I like lolicon, does it mean I’m a pedophile? A therapist’s view

Virtual Child Pornography, Human Trafficking and Japanese Law: Pop Culture, Harm and Legal Restrains

Lolicon: The Reality of ‘Virtual Child Pornography’ in Japan

Report: cartoon paedophilia harmless

‘The Lolicon Guy:’ Some Observations on Researching Unpopular Topics in Japan

Robot Ghosts And Wired Dreams Japanese Science Fiction From Origins To Anime [pg 227-228]

Australia's "child abuse material' legislation, internet regulation and the juridification of the imaginationjuridification of the imagination [pg 14-15]

Multiple Orientations as Animating Misdelivery: Theoretical Considerations on Sexuality Attracted to Nijigen (Two-Dimensional) Objects

Positive Impact on Mental Health

Art therapy -

The effectiveness of art therapy for anxiety in adults: A systematic review of randomised and non-randomised controlled trials

Efficacy of Art Therapy in Individuals With Personality Disorders Cluster B/C: A Randomized Controlled Trial

Effectiveness of Art Therapy With Adult Clients in 2018 - What Progress Has Been Made?

Benefits of Art Therapy in People Diagnosed With Personality Disorders: A Quantitative Survey

The Effectiveness of Art Therapy in the Treatment of Traumatized Adults: A Systematic Review on Art Therapy and Trauma

The clinical effectiveness and current practice of art therapy for trauma

Writing therapy -

Optimizing the perceived benefits and health outcomes of writing about traumatic life events

Expressive writing and post-traumatic stress disorder: Effects on trauma symptoms, mood states, and cortisol reactivity

Focused expressive writing as self-help for stress and trauma

Putting Stress into Words: The Impact of Writing on Physiological, Absentee, and Self-Reported Emotional Well-Being Measures

The writing cure: How expressive writing promotes health and emotional well-being

Effects of Writing About Traumatic Experiences: The Necessity for Narrative Structuring

Scriptotherapy: The effects of writing about traumatic events

Emotional and physical benefits of expressive writing

Emotional and Cognitive Processing in Sexual Assault Survivors' Narratives

Finding happiness in negative emotions: An experimental test of a novel expressive writing paradigm

An everyday activity as treatment for depression: The benefits of expressive writing for people diagnosed with major depressive disorder

Writing about emotional experiences as a therapeutic process

Effects of expressive writing on sexual dysfunction, depression, and PTSD in women with a history of childhood sexual abuse: Results from a randomized clinical trial

Written Emotional Disclosure: Testing Whether Social Disclosure Matters

Written emotional disclosure: A controlled study of the benefits of expressive writing homework in outpatient psychotherapy

Misc -

Emotional disclosure about traumas and its relation to health: Effects of previous disclosure and trauma severity

Treating complex trauma in adolescents: A phase-based integrative approach for play therapists

Emotional expression and physical health: Revising traumatic memories or fostering self-regulation?

Disclosure of Sexual Victimization: The Effects of Pennebaker's Emotional Disclosure Paradigm on Physical and Psychological Distress

Kink/Porn/Fantasies

Sexual fantasies -

A Critical Microethnographic Examination of Power Exchange, Role Idenity and Agency with Black BDSM Practitioners

Women's Rape Fantasies: An Empirical Evaluation of the Major Explanations

History, culture and practice of puppy play

What Exactly Is an Unusual Sexual Fantasy?

The Psychology of Kink: a Survey Study into the Relationships of Trauma and Attachment Style with BDSM Interests

Punishing Sexual Fantasy

Women's Erotic Rape Fantasies

Sexual Fantasy and Adult Attunement: Differentiating Preying from Playing

What Is So Appealing About Being Spanked, Flogged, Dominated, or Restrained? Answers from Practitioners of Sexual Masochism/Submission

Dark Fantasies, Part 1 - With Dr. Ian Kerner

Why Do Women Have Rape Fantasies

The 7 Most Common Sexual Fantasies and What to Do About Them

Sexual Fantasies

Pornography -

The Effects of Exposure to Virtual Child Pornography on Viewer Cognitions and Attitudes Toward Deviant Sexual Behavior

American Identities and Consumption of Japanese Homoerotica

The differentiation between consumers of hentai pornography and human pornography

Pornography Use and Holistic Sexual Functioning: A Systematic Review of Recent Research

Claiming Public Health Crisis to Regulate Sexual Outlets: A Critique of the State of Utah's Declaration on Pornography

Pornography and Sexual Dysfunction: Is There Any Relationship?

Reading and Living Yaoi: Male-Male Fantasy Narratives as Women's Sexual Subculture in Japan

Women's Consumption of Pornograpy: Pleasure, Contestation, and Empowerment

Pornography and Sexual Violence

The Sunny Side of Smut

Other -

Fantasy Sexual Material Use by People with Attractions to Children

Fictosexuality, Fictoromance, and Fictophilia: A Qualitative Study of Love and Desire for Fictional Characters

Exploring the Ownership of Child-Like Sex Dolls

Are Sex and Pornograpy Addiction Valid Disorders? Adding a Leisure Science Perspecive to the Sexological Critique

Littles: Affects and Aesthetics in Sexual Age-Play

An Exploratory Study of a New Kink Activity: "Pup Play"

Jaws Effect

The Jaws Effect: How movie narratives are used to influence policy responses to shark bites in Western Australia

The Shark Attacks That Were the Inspiration for Jaws

The Great White Hope (written by Peter Benchley, writer of Jaws)

The Jaws Myth [not a study BUT is an interesting read and provides some links to articles and studies]

Slenderman Stabbings

Out Came the Girls: Adolescent Girlhood, the Occult, and the Slender Man Phenomenon

Jury in Slender Man case finds Anissa Weier was mentally ill, will not go to prison

2nd teen in 'Slender Man' stabbing case to remain in institutional care for 40 years

Negative effects of online harassment

How stressful is online victimization? Effects of victim's personality and properties of the incident

Prevalence, Psychological Impact, and Coping of Cyberbully Victims Among College Students

Offline Consequences of Online Victimization

The Relative Importance of Online Victimization in Understanding Depression, Delinquency, and Substance Use

Internet trolling and everyday sadism: Parallel effects on pain perception and moral judgement

The MAD Model of Moral Contagion: The Role of Motivation, Attention, and Design in the Spread of Moralized Content Online

Morally Motivated Networked Harassment as Normative Reinforcement

When Online Harassment is Perceived as Justified

Violence on Reddit Support Forums Unique to r/NoFap

"It Makes Me, A Minor, Uncomfortable" Media and Morality in Anti-Shippers' Policing of Online Fandom

[gazemaizeisdead]

there’s a scene in fat albert 2004 where live action kenan thompson fat albert, who has accidentally escaped the fictional television world of his cartoon series and become real à la barbie, meets his creator, bill cosby.

it’s a unique film. i’ve seen it about thirty times. the opening credits are in comic sans.

it’s the worst film in the tiny but horrible microgenre of films in which an established, questionably marketable character with diminished cultural relevance is mysteriously transported to our reality. rocky and bullwinkle, harold and the purple crayon, garfield, enchanted (it’s disney, which at the time was only beginning to toy with the cloyingly affectionate self-awareness that has since swallowed it whole, so an expy blend of all stock princesses is used in the place of any particular ip). if you loosen up the parameters of that definition a smidge you can easily come up with another fifty or so awful, bizarre live-action adaptations of various properties with similar narrative structures and plot beats, but i’m curious about this very specific type of hyper-meta fish out of water isekai movie, stories that are less interested in the characters they are ostensibly about and more about the modern world’s current reactions to those characters, and choose to discuss that in the most convoluted, literal way possible.

this type of story is simultaneously extremely high-concept postmodernist analysis and the laziest paint by the numbers shit it’s possible to create. live-action adaptations even at their best betray an inherent disrespect for animation, implying it to be a secondary medium that exists as a temporary placeholder or poor man’s substitute for reality, that characters are only worth caring about if they look as real as we do or exist in a world like ours. there’s no genuine artistic reason to make a woody woodpecker movie, an avatar movie, a death note movie, a live-action pinocchio, they’re all cynical soulless cashgrabs but they at least do attempt to adapt and actually BE what they purport to be. dan aykroyd yogi bear and light turner and matthew lillard william afton for the five minutes they wanted to pay him to be in the fnaf movie are simply poor facsimiles of themselves and they suck because of that bad mimicry, we see and hear the contrast and know immediately it’s not the same. the project of live-actionization is misguided because even before awful executive-driven creative decisions (which all these movies have in spades) very often whatever is being adapted simply can’t be translated properly to its new medium. you could give a film a 500m budget and airbending will still not look as good as it does in 2d, where one can easily and stylistically show the movement of invisible wind and have a character float and defy gravity in a way that is instantly believable in a way that a real human being moved by CGI is not. neil patrick harris and hank azaria as hard as they try, as talented as they are cannot legitimately sell me on the idea that they’re actually being hardcore smurfed in the way that an animated gargamel can. these movies reach for a perceived authenticity and fail to reach it, not understanding that the mediums they are stealing from almost always allow for a greater seeming realness than live-action can, especially when portraying the fantastical.

the isekai movies go one step beyond this disrespect because they refuse to even play the part. yes we’ll make a rocky and bullwinkle movie but we cannot simply DO rocky and bullwinkle, we can’t do a scooby doo and just make a bigger irl version of the formula, we must have this elaborate meta routine so we can continually point to the audience and share a laugh together about how dogshit and unimportant rocky and bullwinkle are. the people who make these movies are so embarrassed by the concept of taking these ideas seriously that they must even in-universe create further removal from the realness of this to insulate us from the possibility of caring. rocky and bullwinkle must be a fake tv show even in the movie, even in pretend land they must be from a deeper pretend land. it’s fine if you want to do commentary on the property (preferable, in fact, that makes it more interesting!) but this commentary is almost never allowed to extend beyond the singular joke of every gamer webcomic ever made: wouldn’t it be fucked up if fictional thing were REAL?

wouldn’t it be fucked up if rocky and bullwinkle were in a REAL car? you bet it fucking would be. (robert de niro produced this movie and plays the main villain)

obviously we’re in a post-barbenheimer world and the only movie of this kind worth comparing fat albert to is barbie, which is notable for being the only good execution of this premise (i would call enchanted competent; it’s funny but a mess). the barbie comparison is especially interesting because fat albert is a cracked mirror to barbie.

like barbie, fat albert and the cosby kids exist in a cartoon world where characters are simultaneously performers and platonic forms of themselves, and where they operate with an unspecified degree of awareness of their own fakeness; a background character in fat albert’s philadelphia mentions having done guest spots on the jetsons. like barbie, al is snapped out of his usual routine by the personal crisis of one of his fans, when her single live-action tear falls on the remote as she watches his show and magically falls into his fictionalized philadelphia. the magic tear allows him to hear her crying and a portal is rended between the two worlds; he enters reality, naively tries to solve her social and emotional problems with platitudes, and is forced to grapple with the tenuous nature of his existence and mortality and the complexity of the real world. 

i’m just ken is replaced with fat albert performing an extended rap cover of his own theme song. fat albert spends as much of this movie trying to help the main character make friends as he does trying to fuck her adoptive older sister (“my big al”, she calls him).

without getting into “barbie politics” barbie works because it wants to be a movie about barbie, the thing it’s named after. it takes “barbie lore” seriously. at least half of barbie actually takes place in barbieland, a world that the movie cares about making authentically fake and different and weird. the mechanics and nature of barbie’s existence and barbieland are the most important part of the movie. all of these bad adaptations have the obligatory familial infighting/accidentally thwarting a jewel heist/stopping the evil CEO from demolishing the neighborhood to build a megamall/helping larry bird get his basketball talent back from the aliens plot and so does barbie but it’s an excuse to talk about more interesting abstractions. there is a subplot dedicated to barbie helping to reignite a mother and daughter’s bond but this isn’t the core of the movie, it really is about barbie, literally and metaphysically. fat albert too isn't "about" helping a girl make friends and find herself, it's about fat albert, but it resents that about itself.

fat albert 2004 has about six minutes of actual animation, it rushes to get kenan thompson on screen as quickly as possible and stays there as long as it can (presumably a factor of cost more than anything else, as with all of these films). in barbie the ideas and philosophies of barbieland and real life both naturally affect each other, are reflections of each other, which is an obvious worldbuilding choice that makes intuitive sense; the media we consume is a reflection of the real world and vice versa. there is nothing inherently wrong or bad about the link between the two worlds, says barbie, though it is often the conduit for harmful ideas.

fat albert’s philadelphia and our philadelphia do not share this connection, albert’s intrusion in the real world is a perversion of the natural order and, we later learn, a physical impossibility in the long term. halfway through the movie, the cosby kids begin to be influenced by the real world: mushmouth gains the ability to speak coherently (“don’t call me mushmouth anymore! just call me… mouth!”) and dumb donald removes his ski cap, learns to read, and goes to the library and speeds through 22 volumes of african-american history. this is portrayed as profane; as dumb donald says before jumping back into the TV halfway through the movie: “"i've become smart enough to understand that... we've entered into a world where we do not belong. if you try to become something that you're not, you lose the essence of who you really are."

albert, still on his love quest, at first refuses to rejoin them; he goes off on a date with protagonist’s older sister, which goes well until a child recognizes him and shames him for not being in the tv where he belongs. “we need you! what would mr. cosby think if you don’t go back?” al’s stunned by this; he has no response, but it inspires him to seek answers. in the next scene he decides to find out. he walks up to bill cosby’s house and knocks on the door.

in barbie the discussion barbie has with her creator, ruth handler, is the emotional climax of the film. when barbie tells her she wants to stay in southern california, ruth warns her of the dangers of being human, but does not ultimately stop barbie from doing so; she points out that she is incapable of doing so even if she wanted to.

fat albert mirrors this discussion; albert is told of his conceptual origins. as barbie is based on ruth’s daughter, he is based on a deceased childhood friend of cosby’s, the grandfather of the girl he is trying to help (which is why the movie is careful to repeatedly stress the point that the older sister he’s fallen in love with is only his granddaughter by adoption). there isn’t a parallel moment to the one in barbie where handler winks to the audience about her criminal conviction but that’s probably in the film’s best interest.

albert pleads with cosby in the same way as barbie. more than anything, he wants to stay in the real world. cosby, like handler, encourages him to recognize his own power as an icon, but informs him that his fate is inescapable. if he stays in the real world, his colors will begin to fade and he will soon “turn into celluloid dust” and die. how cosby knows this is not explained; presumably little bill also visited him in the past and suffered a similar fate.

even when done cynically (as it always is) to adapt or remake anything to reject the source material in some way. it’s a paradoxical relationship, because to do it you have to both like (or at least be interested) in what you are recreating but find some aspect of it unnecessary or outdated or lacking or worthy of change. the animation to live-action adaptation often must navigate the additional paradox of wanting to make the unreal real, and the end result, formed by people who don’t care and are only in it for a paycheck, is usually bad art.

in the end fat albert acknowledges his own unreality and crawls back in the tv. the final scene is a saving private ryan style ending where all of the real life elderly inspirations for the cosby kids leave flowers on the real fat albert’s grave. here it hits you: the only moral of the live action fat albert movie is that a live action fat albert movie is a really shitty idea that would kill fat albert.

i agree.

[basketball-lesbians]

Ease

summary: Paige and Azzi find some down time in the midst of their busy schedules to love on each other.

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

contents: smut, fluff, really its just smut ngl, pwp, but its sweet though

wordcount: 6457

Azzi sighs, snuggling closer into the warm crook of Paige's neck. 

She plays gingerly with the fine hair on the blonde's free arm, the other wrapped tightly around Azzi's waist, holding her close as they mindlessly watch television from the hotel bed. Paige's phone, long forgotten on the desk across the room, illuminates the dimly lit room with a presumable notification. Neither of them move to acknowledge it, despite both of them noticing- a gesture Azzi is grateful for.

Paige presses a kiss to Azzi's forehead, letting her cheek rest against the younger girl's head after the fact. Both of the pairs’ eyes are front on the 90s cartoon that dons the screen, the brightness creating barely-there shadows that are cast against the walls as scenes play out.

The taller girl’s long legs are stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, and Azzi’s body mirrors closely, pressed against the older girl from where her head rests on her chest all the way down- the only exception being the leg that’s slung over her midsection.

Azzi isn't sure if it's the subtle musky-sweet scent of Paige's nearly worn off cologne, the ambiance of the low lighting in the room, or the dull hum of the TV droning on, but her eyes are getting heavy as she continues to run her painted nails softly against Paige's skin. The blonde girl slowly loosens her arm from around Azzi’s waist, bringing her hand up to run lightly along the exposed stretch of skin between her sports bra and shorts under the blanket they share.

Her hands are warm and soft, the feeling of her long fingers gently ghosting along Azzi’s skin simultaneously stirring something in her and lulling her further into comfortability. She breathes deep, groggy as she shifts her hips slightly to get closer to the older girl. Once satisfied, she drops a soft kiss to the space between Paige's shoulder and neck before settling again.

Paige draws her head back slightly to look at her, her blue eyes catching the low light of the TV screen and brightening her face as she cranes her neck to look at the other girl. When Azzi feels her move, she looks up to meet her gaze, and even though she’s looked at Paige a thousand times in a thousand different settings over several years, the breath is nearly knocked out of her lungs when she looks at her.

God, she’s stunning. Especially like this, relaxed and vulnerable, in their own space, just lounging with each other freely. Hers. After a beat, Paige’s voice brings her back to reality. 

"Y' alright, mama?" Paige asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper with a slight dimple forming in between her eyebrows as she furrows them. Azzi does not fail to notice the way that Paige wets her lips after speaking. She also can't help the resulting smile that creeps across her lips in response, a barely noticeable blush accompanying it, spreading across her cheeks in tandem.

She hopes that Paige won’t notice in the low light, but of course, she does- she’s sure of it when a soft chuckle reverberates from her girlfriend’s throat. “What’s that about, hm?” The blonde teases, her eyebrows rising as she brings her free hand to reach up and poke at Azzi’s face. Azzi leans backwards to avoid the blonde’s hand, a giggle escaping her lips as she reaches out and grabs it, stopping its advance by capturing it in her own. 

“Stooop, Paige.” She whines as Paige shifts to chase her into her new position, both of them shrinking into the bed. An eruption of laughter and gentle wrestling ensues, Azzi playfully pushing Paige off of her and Paige borderline crushing her in a straddle, reaching out in an attempt to get ahold of Azzi’s hands so she’s unable to put more distance between them.

By the time they settle, Paige is hovering over Azzi, her hips between the other girls’ legs and her arms just above her head, holding her slightly smaller hands in place there. Paige knows that if Azzi didn’t want her to end up in this position- if she really wanted to keep her off- that she wouldn’t be settled where she is. Azzi knows it too. It leaves a tension between them almost as warm as Paige’s breath.

Azzi breaks first, a smile darting across her face and splitting her lips wide open in a grin, dimples popping on either side of her mouth. At that, Paige groans and ducks her head, her hands losing their grip around Azzi’s wrists. “Stop playin’ w’ me right now,” She drags, dropping her head to Azzi’s chest in weak protest, unable to contain the expression of her captivation with the other girl. 

Azzi laughs, her hands coming loose from above her head to resituate and grab Paige’s face, smoothing stray blonde hair away from her eyes as she cradles her head to her chest. She kisses the taller girl’s forehead, cupping her face and gently pulling her gaze to meet her own.

“What was that about?” She mocks in return, holding Paige’s gaze as she repeats her previous teasing words back to her. Paige scoffs incredulously, in clear disbelief that her girlfriend would use her own antics against her. Her arm resets itself above the both of them, and she shifts her weight to be above Azzi again as she mutters,

“Nah, you’re crazy for that.” She leans down to drop several kisses on Azzi’s face, and despite the initial giggles that come, Azzi relaxes, content, opening her body language up to allow Paige access to her neck as her kisses begin to roam. 

As her kisses descend down onto Azzi’s chest, the younger girls’ hands stay close around the back of Paige’s neck, keeping the pair closely connected. Azzi’s back naturally arches into the contact, enabling Paige to lick a line down into the valley of her chest, the resulting wetness sending a chill down the younger girl’s spine. Paige looks up at the other girl when a small gasp leaves her lips, briefly pausing her efforts before continuing.

“‘S this okay?” She asks breathily, a simple check- normal considering that moments ago they were both minutes from falling asleep in each others’ arms. Azzi takes her lower lip between her teeth, holding the eye contact, and then nods, eyes wide with the slow and intentional movement.

Paige tries and fails to conceal the excitement from painting itself across her face in the form of her signature smirk. She brings the hand that isn’t supporting her weight to Azzi’s torso, running her thumb along the soft skin of her hip before stooping down to litter kisses over her abdomen, licking into the younger girls’ navel. “Fuckin’ piercing kills me,” She mutters to herself, muffled by soft skin between kisses.

Azzi is too preoccupied with her girlfriend’s tongue to formulate much of a reaction, but it sends a flood of warmth deep in her stomach that made it hard to focus. Paige’s efforts remain slow and deliberate as she kisses over every inch of Azzi’s belly, her ponytail falling over her shoulder as she shifts her weight. The ticklish sensation combined with the peppering of affection from the blonde draws a deep breath from Azzi's lips, an attempt to lessen her reactions and keep her hips still.

The sound pulls the older girls’ attention, her kisses stopping as she picks up her head to acknowledge the sound. “You okay?” She asks softly, one eyebrow quirked and an expression somewhere between amusement and genuine care on her face.

“Yeah,” The younger girl breathes, leaning slightly into the blonde’s touch as she watches her girlfriend pour over her body in borderline worship. “Just enjoying the view,” She jokes, half to distract herself and half in hopes that the use of humor would conceal how desperate she’s already getting. Luckily, Paige falls for it, satisfied with the mental image that Azzi’s comment brings forth in her mind. “Mmm, I bet.” She quips, returning her focus to the younger girls’ body. 

“God, I missed this,” Paige mutters, mesmerized by the feeling of her lips brushing against Azzi’s soft skin as she continues to drop kisses of varying deepness across her torso. Azzi’s eyebrows tent at that, knowing she’d missed it just as much. She’s in awe watching the taller girl’s shoulders flex with her shifts in movement as she gradually kisses her way up her body. She kisses a path back up to her braline again, briefly picking up her head as her fingers slip under the band of Azzi’s bra, pulling up slightly on it and looking up at Azzi for permission before continuing.

“You good if I take this off, baby?” She asks, to which Azzi picks up her arms, humming an affirmation in response. Paige chuckles at the gesture, shaking her head slightly in partial disbelief of how cute the spoiled mannerism is. At least I get to be the one who spoils her, she thinks.

She pulls up on the arm that’s around Azzi’s waist, pulling her up into a sitting position, enabling her to bring her hands on either side of the younger girl’s bra and bring it over her head. She wastes no time after it clears over her curls to discard it onto the floor and reconnect their lips once again, grabbing Azzi gently by the arm and leaning back to pull her properly into her lap. 

Both girls work to get closer to each other- Paige wrapping her arms tightly around Azzi and the younger girl arching into the contact, draping her arms around the back of her girlfriend’s neck. The younger girl slips her tongue past Paige’s lips and the blonde moans into her mouth, chasing it with her own. Their kisses get more urgent by the second as they both grow impatient, Azzi grinding her hips into the taller girl’s lap.

Paige’s hands slide down from being wrapped around Azzi’s waist to instead grab her hips, pulling her closer and aiding her movements so they both find more friction. Azzi’s head falls back at the sensation, opening access to her slender neck, and Paige quickly moves to exploit it.

She suckles gently, kissing up to her ear before taking a lobe gently between her teeth, sucking and then nipping teasingly before letting it go in favor of licking around the shell of the younger girls’ ear. Azzi lets a breathy moan fall from her lips, one hand falling to brace against Paige’s chest to ground herself when her girlfriends’ breath in her ear sends a shiver down her spine. 

Paige loosens the arm supporting Azzi to let her lean further back while still keeping her seated in her lap. The additional room allows for the older girl to kiss down her neck to her sternum, reaching up with her other hand to cup and squeeze her breast. Her girlfriend hisses at the increased contact, her hips stirring.

“Fuck, your hands are cold,” The younger girl curses, her abs tightening with the effort of keeping Paige close while leaning far enough out that she can reach where she wants to. The sight in front of her only spurs the taller girl on more, and she pushes her face into her girlfriends’ chest, letting herself be surrounded by the plush tissue momentarily as she suckles the taut skin of the breast that isn’t in her hand before continuing to spread wet kisses across her bust.

She brings her head down to her occupied hand, shifting her fingers apart to allow access to a nipple, which she greedily sucks into her mouth. Azzi’s breath hitches, and she drops one hand from behind Paige’s neck to come behind herself and support her weight against the mattress, unable to hold herself up given her girlfriends’ current ministrations. Paige closes the small resulting gap immediately, following her seamlessly through the shift.

Azzi can tell her girlfriend has her mind made up to lay her out flat on the bed again, and she knows that once she does, her one track mind will get the best of her. Not wanting to progress further without Paige in the same state of undress, she places her hand softly against the blonde’s chest to stall the momentum from moving forward.

“Paige,” She urges, and the blonde lets off of her nipple to look up at her, her mouth leaving it coated in the same wetness that covers her lips. “Hm?” She hums, bright blue eyes big as she meets her girlfriends’ gaze.

Azzi can’t do much besides push her tongue against her cheek to halt the smile that threatens to spread across her face when she sees the look on Paige’s face- eyes hooded, focus obviously only half-intact and pupils blown wide. It was an earlier stage of the exact look she got on her face when she’d position herself between Azzi’s legs- pussy drunk and desperate to make her girl feel good.

As much as the epiphany was an absolutely filthy one, it felt so good to know that somebody loved her that much- even more so that it was Paige. 

The hand that Azzi still has around Paige’s shoulder pulls insistently at the strap of her sports bra. “Off,” She demands, earning a sly smile from Paige. “You want me so bad,” The taller girl teases, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s full lips before straightening her back, sitting up on her knees to pull the fabric over her head at Azzi’s request. Azzi scoffs in denial, trying to appear nonchalant, but her eyes track Paige intently as she sits up.

“Shut up and come here,” She says, her hands staying out of the way just long enough for Paige to pull the bra over her head before grabbing her around the biceps and pulling her back down on top of herself again as soon as she’s able to. "Ohhh, someone’s eager,” Paige chides, a cocky smirk plastered across her face as she leans in close to recapture the other girl's lips. Azzi wants to be annoyed, but she can't deny the love she has for the older girl's teasing.

Instead, she puts a conscious effort into forcing a frown, big brown eyes so expressive and sweet and needy that it's almost enough to make Paige regret her teasing. Hell, it’s almost enough to make her want to apologize. "I just wanna feel you," She pouts, the space between them marginal and getting smaller by the second- and Paige's stomach does a backflip, hyper aware of how wrapped around Azzi's finger she really is. 

"Oh, baby," Paige breathes, unable to keep it in, and their lips collide again, both of them eager to feel the heat of the other. The urgency of their kiss extends throughout their bodies, both of them shifting to angle into each other better. Paige’s elbows press into the mattress to support her weight as her hands fix themselves against Azzi's body beneath them, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other supporting her upper back and neck.

The friction and warmth of their torsos against each other with no boundaries separating their skin is intoxicating, and Azzi squirms to get impossibly closer. Her wriggling catches Paige's attention- knowing she's needy, she brings up a knee to push between Azzi’s legs. As she does, she's rewarded with a whimper from the shorter girl, in turn making her groan as Azzi bares down on her knee in response.

Paige feels the heat that's already built itself there through the pair of boxers the shorter girl had stolen from her luggage- and suddenly its all she can think about. She breaks their kiss for a split second, Azzi immediately drawing back at the loss. "Fuck- come here," The blonde mutters, letting her hands slip out from underneath Azzi in order to remove any further clothing keeping her from the other girl.

Azzi picks up her hips cooperatively, and Paige pulls the shorts off, discarding them blindly behind her without a care in the world. Azzi laughs when they land on the entertainment center in front of the bed, Paige leaning down to situate herself between Azzi’s hips when she’s stopped by the younger girl for a second time.

“Wait, wait, wait,” She breathes, sitting up slightly on her elbows. Paige groans in protest and meets the other girl’s eyes, eyebrows drawn together in distress as she hovers in place, impatient and not impressed with another interruption. 

“Now you,” Azzi pouts, running one finger down from her sternum to her stomach before looping into the tied drawstring where her ball shorts sit low on her hips, tugging insistently. Paige chuckles, shaking her head as she leans back on her ankles, deft fingers coming to unfix the knot before standing up at the edge of the bed to slide them off more easily. Azzi wets her lips, waiting patiently for the older girl to finish, watching her naked silhouette framed by the low light intently.

The shorts join the rest of their clothes scattered throughout the room, and Paige crawls forward on the bed to reclaim her previous position. The way her girlfriends’ body moves fluidly towards her makes the air catch in Azzi’s throat, a shuddering breath being drawn as Paige settles between her hips, the touch of her skin warm and full and devastating.

She presses a kiss to the younger girls’ lips softly, the contact between them growing as she relaxes into her and their bodies press together fully now. Azzi’s legs come up subconsciously to settle on either side of Paige, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Feeling the movement, Paige brings a hand back to run up her leg, eager to touch more of her, and her hips dip slightly lower, driving into where Azzi needs her the most.

Although her pelvis pressing against her is a duller sensation than the friction Azzi would like, it’s still a welcome feeling when it comes- but it does surprise her, eliciting a whimper that sends a pang of electricity straight to Paige’s stomach. She continues to kiss the younger girl intently, intoxicated by the way her full lips feel against her own paired with the sounds she’s making.

Her hips roll down into Azzi gently, stirring an identical response from the dark haired girl. She’s in awe of the way that her pelvis is immediately covered in slick- but she chooses not to tease the younger girl for once, knowing how needy she is.

Slowly, Paige draws her kisses away from Azzi’s lips and across her face, moving down to her neck again. Jesus, that neck. She nips gently between kisses up to her jaw as she brings her thumb to draw patterns over the outside of the younger girls’ hip where her leg meets the swell of her ass, drinking in the small, breathy sounds falling from her mouth. Azzi’s hips draw up into her more fervently as she inches closer to where she needs her, her hands at the back of Paige’s neck, nestling into the loose hair at the base of her bun.

“Jus’ take it out,” Paige mutters between kisses, knowing her girlfriend liked to have somewhere to put her hands when she fucked her. Azzi nods as she wets her lips, trying hard to focus on the act of bringing her hands up and coordinating her fingers to take her girlfriend’s hair tie out. The burning heat low in her belly and the butterflies that had taken flight at the implications of Paige’s last comment made a simple task feel much more difficult than it was, but she managed.

She runs her fingers through blonde locks as they fall loose around Paige’s frame, draping over the both of them, scratching lightly at her scalp. Paige hums in response to the sensation, drawing the soft skin of Azzi’s neck between her teeth to softly bite. Azzi winces, arching further into Paige, and combs her hair to one side with her hands.

Their hips continue to chase each other in a sensual rhythm, and she cranes her neck to press her lips against the pale skin of Paige’s shoulder, matching the pace of her kisses. “Please stop teasing,” Azzi breathlessly begs in her ear, and it’s all the prompting Paige needs. She kisses urgently down to her girlfriend’s collarbones before picking up her head, looking at the younger girl intently.

“Fingers or mouth?” She asks bluntly, knowing her girlfriend to usually have a preference which changed depending on the night. She takes one of Azzi’s hands in her own and brings it to her lips to kiss her knuckles as she stares up at her, awaiting a response. “Or… both?” She adds, tone teasing with one eyebrow cocked. Azzi’s face flushes at the directness of the question, but she’s grateful for it all the same, given how needy she is.

“Please. I need you so bad,” She whimpers, and Paige thinks she might actually die right then and there, images from previous nights flashing through her mind at her girlfriend’s words. She recaptures Azzi’s lips in a messy kiss before she shifts herself to settle between her legs, leaving wet kisses all the way down her body in her wake. She kisses over her pelvis as she positions herself and takes in the sight of her girlfriend from the new angle.

She kisses the plush skin of the inside of her thighs, watching her girlfriend’s reactions intently- obsessed with the way her big brown eyes track her every moment, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression so needy and desperate. Her legs, a mile long and the most perfect balance between soft and muscled that Paige had ever seen, are settled on the bed, spread and ready for her.

Her mouth waters as she eyes her girlfriend’s glistening folds while she continues to pepper kisses over her thighs, working toward her mound. Azzi’s hands stir to tangle in her hair again, her back arching as her girlfriend presses a soft kiss directly to her clit. “Paige,” She moans, breathy and urgent.

Between her legs, Paige smirks in appreciation of the sound, reveling in her observed effect on the other girl. She separates her folds gently with her fingers to lick from her entrance to her clit, eliciting a desperate gasp from the younger girl. Paige smirks, partially at her girlfriend’s reaction and partially at the immense wetness her tongue finds- the slick coating her tongue and lips with even the slightest contact.

She pauses, bringing her hand up slowly to wipe some of the wetness away from her chin with her thumb. Azzi groans, burying her face under her arms to hide her face when Paige licks it clean, making a show of it. She feels her girlfriend’s arm stretch out, reaching up her body to softly pull at her forearm.

“No hiding, baby,” She chides, pulling her arm away from her face. Her hand stays on the younger girls' arm, thumb running comforting motions against her skin. “Need’a see my girl,” She whispers softly, pressing a kiss to her hipbone as she holds her gaze. Azzi pouts, nodding, and Paige renews her focus on the other girls’ pussy.

The older girl kisses her pelvis before she loops her arms under Azzi’s legs and pulls her closer, resting her wrists over her hips as she settles closer to her core now. The younger girl watches her girlfriends’ ministrations carefully as she brings her left hand to prop over the younger girls’ pelvis, reaching down to spread her lips with her pointer finger and thumb, keeping her open and accessible.

She pauses, admiring the color contrast from the beautiful caramel of her thighs and folds to the soft pink of the center of her cunt- hidden until spread open, a perfect secret kept just for her. “So gorgeous, mama. Prettiest pussy in the fuckin’ world,” She grumbles before letting her tongue delve down again, encircling her clit. Azzi curses, a flush settling over her whole body at the filthy words falling out of her girlfriend’s mouth.

Paige’s other hand comes up beneath her chin, her middle finger teasing the younger girl’s entrance as it gathers moisture running up her slit. Azzi’s breath catches, her hips involuntarily chasing the sensation, and Paige’s mouth separates from her clit long enough to chuckle at her, her resolution fading at the breathy sounds her efforts draw forth from the younger girl.

The vibration combined with Paige’s teasing laugh draws a groan deep from Azzi’s chest, giving way to a gasp as Paige finally lets a finger slide into her, slow and deep. “Paige,” She groans, drawing out her name while her hips rock forward into her hand. The blonde redoubles her efforts, her tongue picking up speed against her clit as she works a second finger into Azzi.

Azzi’s fingers tangle further in Paige’s hair, sweeping and tugging needily as her girlfriends’ motions continue. A sharp whine leaves her mouth when the taller girl strokes deep and curls her fingers, brushing the spongy sweet spot deep inside of her. She feels the impact low in her belly, and it makes her whole body feel white-hot with pleasure.

“Mmm- more of that, please,” Azzi breathes, arching into the contact, her head pressing against the pillows at the top of the bed. Paige remains silent, focused on the task at hand, but she hears her girlfriends’ pleas above her and resolves to do everything she can to make her feel good.

She switches from drawing circles into her clit into flicking her tongue across it in an up and down motion, her fingers pumping in and out of her girlfriend’s dripping cunt with a sure slowness that’s absolutely killing Azzi. Fucking into her faster would make her cum sooner, the blonde knows, but Paige is less concerned with making her cum and more concerned with making her feel good- easing every bit of want and pent up frustration from her body, no matter how much it might exhaust them both after the fact.

She brings her mouth off of Azzi, lips wet and eyes half hooded as she looks up at the curly-haired girl from between her legs. Azzi meets her gaze, blown brown eyes staring into deep blue, and her dimples pop as she purses her lips, a desperate look painting itself across her face. Unbeknownst to the other, they’re both thinking God, she’s perfect. Paige smiles cockily, head slowly lowering and her tongue darting out to toy with her clit while she holds the eye contact.

Azzi whimpers, eyes rolling back and closing at the feeling combined with her long, thick fingers brushing so deep against her inner walls. The sound of Paige fucking into her and the mutual breathiness between both girls fills the room, and Paige can’t help but notice the thin sheen of sweat that covers Azzi’s toned stomach and breasts. She brings her mouth off of the younger girl to get a better look, stretching her hand to press her thumb into her clit in its absence, a move that makes Azzi’s hips stutter.

“Aw, fuck, Azzi-” She mutters, looking up at her in awe as she watches the uneven rise and fall of her sweaty chest, her eyebrows tented as she takes absolutely everything Paige gives to her. She’s so entranced with the girl above her that her hand almost starts to falter, but when Azzi whimpers at the lessening contact, she corrects the fault, doubling down. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” She breathes as her pace quickens, unable to keep it in.

Azzi opens her eyes to peer down at her, almost embarrassed when she sees the way the blonde is staring. She bites her lip, stifling a moan at the increased pressure Paige adds to her clit, glance shifting between her face and the hand that’s actively fucking her, unable to focus on just one thing.

The way her girlfriends’ fingers work against her only makes it harder, despite how determined she may be- but as she looks at Paige’s face and sees the expression of absolute adoration plastered across it, she can’t contain herself either. “I love you,” She moans, and Paige can’t help but smile at that. She leans down, pressing a kiss to her hipbone.

“I love you too, princess,” Her free hand comes up to her breast, thumb sweeping across her pert nipple. Azzi brings one hand from Paige’s hair up to her chest to intertwine her fingers with the other girls’ over the back of her hand, if only for a moment. She squeezes her hand as Paige draws her fingers of her other hand out of her, changing the angle of her wrist slightly, before pressing back in again.

“Ah- you make me feel so good,” She whimpers into the space between them, her lips parted and her expression growing more needy by the minute. Paige wets her lips, her eyebrows now tenting too. She's obsessed with the idea of giving her what she needs, making her feel good, making her needy. There's no better feeling than having Azzi Fudd needy for you.

"Yeah?” She asks, voice low and lips barely parted as she stares up at Azzi. The younger girl hums, eyes drawn shut out of pleasure, curls bouncing slightly as she nods- and there’s something about the mannerism that drives Paige crazy. “I think I’m getting close,” Azzi admits, whiny and a bit breathless as her back arches, her eyes heavy with pleasure.

“Okay, mama," Paige eases as she presses gentle kisses her thighs, her hand still managing to both work her clit and fuck into her, allowing her mouth to comfort the girl in other ways. "Don’t rush it, just let me make you feel good, yeah?” Paige says from between her legs, sultry and full of rasp as she forces her fingers deeper still.

Azzi whines, and Paige can tell she's nearing her climax by the way her hips chase her movements more loosely now, losing coordination due to desperation. "Can you come up here?” Azzi asks, sickly sweet, peering at the blonde through her long eyelashes.

“No more mouth?” Paige asks, and she almost grimaces at how stupid the words sound coming out of her mouth. Luckily, Azzi pays it no attention. "I’d rather have you close,” She explains, voice timid and barely above a whisper, and Paige almost melts. "'Course, baby," She nods, pressing a final kiss to the birthmark on the inside of the younger girl's thigh before briefly stilling her hand, shifting to resituate next to Azzi rather than between her hips.

Azzi's eyebrows initially furrow when the sensation is lost, but then Paige is tucking herself into her side and the feeling of her body pressed against hers is so warm and strong and comforting that she nearly forgets about it, immediately grabbing her face to kiss her. Paige spurs her hand back into motion between the younger girl's legs as she recaptures her lips, their kisses slow and languid.

"That feel ok, baby?" Paige asks between kisses, lips brushing against the other girls' as she speaks. Azzi nods, a breathy gasp interrupting the kiss as it escapes her lips when the heel of her girlfriend's hand presses against her clit at the base of her stroke. She presses her forehead against Paige's, lips parted as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth at the growing heat in her stomach. "Fuck- right there, don't stop," She chokes, her breaths catching in her throat and her walls pulsing around Paige’s fingers insistently as the band in her stomach gradually tightens.

Paige draws her hand back at a steeper angle now, hitting deeper into her cunt and dragging low against her clit with every thrust, and it very apparently is accomplishing the goal she had in mind against the other girl. "Oh fuck- oh, Paige," She pleads, her back arching and her curls pressing into the pillow, a perfect halo around her head as her fingers tangle desperately into blonde hair. "I'm gonna- oh- I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,”

It falls from her pretty lips urgently, and Paige nods along, completely entranced by the sight playing out in front of her eyes. Azzi’s hands run down Paige’s bare back, pulling her closer in a desperate attempt to gain friction- her nails digging into her shoulders just enough to sting. "Yeah baby- God, I know. Can feel you, sweet thing. Give it up for me, yeah? Let me have it, mama."

Azzi whimpers at that, tugging slightly at her hair now as her movements become jerky, chasing the last bit of friction she needs to tip over the edge. "Yes, yes, yes," Azzi moans, all breath. "Please don't stop," she begs, and Paige scoffs playfully, looking at her desperate girlfriend incredulously, never one to let something go.

“When have I ever-“ Azzi shushes her, quick to cut her off, one hand separating from her hair long enough to wrap around her head and push against her lips, effectively shutting her up. “Paige, please don't be a smart ass, just- fuck, make me cum," She whispers, her voice breaking at the end of her sentence as a moan is involuntarily pulled from her throat.

Paige grins at the sound, and kisses her girlfriend’s interrupting hand away from her mouth as she hums sultrily, acknowledging Azzi’s request. “I’ve got you, baby. Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” She mutters, and Azzi nods urgently, hips chanting up to chase Paige’s hand.

“You gonna cum on my fingers, babygirl? Make ‘em nice and wet for me, show me how bad you love it when I fuck you?” Paige whispers, her breath hot in the younger girl’s ear- and that does it, sending her over the edge.

She cries out as she cums, thighs involuntarily closing tightly around Paige's hand as her back arches and her head kicks back. If Paige’s wrist wasn't already sore and nearing a cramp from overuse, being smashed between Azzi's strong thighs certainly didn't do her any favors- but she can't find herself caring in the slightest, lips parted in adoration as she watches the other girl carefully, pressing kisses all over her girlfriend’s shoulders and chest as she comes down from her high.

“That's it, baby- just like that, show me how good it feels,” She praises, watching the rise and fall of her chest intently as Azzi’s moans gradually turn to heaving breaths and her writhing begins to slow. Her hips chant mindlessly as Paige slows the pace of her fingers, fucking her the whole way through her orgasm.

Once she settles, pushing at Paige’s wrist to prompt her to pull out, the taller girl leans in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss as she slips her hand from between her thighs. Azzi welcomes the affection, pulling her in closer by wrapping her arms around her shoulders and deepening the kiss.

"Did so good, mama. So pretty for me, you’re so perfect.” Paige mutters, letting her kisses wander to spread across her face and neck. Azzi’s hands come up to hold her by either side of her face, and she kisses her again. “I love you so much,” She whispers, and Paige smiles, her hand coming up to rest over Azzi’s wrist, thumb running across the soft skin there.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” She replies, shifting her neck to press a kiss to the hand cradling her face. Azzi starts dropping kisses across Paige’s nose and cheeks, and Paige leans back, rearing away from the assault even as a massive grin plasters itself across her face. The younger girl follows intently, obnoxiously persistent with the way she attacks the taller girl’s face- earning a series of giggles from the blonde’s mouth as she straddled her waist.

Paige’s hands come to settle on her waist, pushing her back as she sits up slightly so she can really look at the girl in her lap. “You’re incredible,” She breathes, looking at her fully. Azzi simply sticks her tongue out at her in response to her efforts being interrupted. Paige laughs, head ducking as she reaches for the other girls’ hands, interlacing them and holding them out to their sides.

“Be f’real right now, you’re so ridiculous.” Paige jokes, and Azzi smiles, leaning in to press their lips together one more time before nuzzling into the place between her girlfriend’s neck and chest. They lie like that for a few minutes in silence- Paige’s hands coming up to run along Azzi’s back and the younger girl’s hands tracing stars across the blonde’s collarbones, breaths growing slower as they relaxed into each other.

“Hey,” Paige prompts quietly, her hands slowly coming to a standstill over her girlfriend’s back, causing Azzi to pick up her head. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to sleep, hm?” She suggests softly, and Azzi immediately frowns. Paige chuckles at the reaction, bringing a hand up to brush a stray coil of curls behind her girlfriend’s ear. “What’s wrong w’ that, huh? Aren’t you tired, baby?”

She asks, looking into the younger girls’ eyes. Azzi shrugs, a pouting expression on her face. She sighs, watching Paige widen her eyes and raise her eyerbrows at her, prompting elaboration. “I guess so. I didn’t wanna be done, though,” She whispers, her hands coming together to fidget under Paige’s gaze. “Don’t think I can sleep yet,” She mutters.

Paige’s expression melts. Azzi was almost always exhausted by this time of night, she didn’t even consider that she might still be feeling needy. “Oh, baby- I’m sorry. You still need some more love, mama?” Paige asks gently, grabbing Azzi’s hands and bringing them to her lips to kiss. Azzi smiles slightly, shaking her head, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes that throws Paige off entirely.

She furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head to the side. “Wh’d’you mean, Az? Whatcha need, mama?” Azzi leans forward, kissing Paige, her hands placed on her chest. She smiles into the kiss, and Paige’s arms come around her to settle over her hips again. The younger girl sits up slightly, repositioning herself, before inching lower to start kissing down Paige’s jaw and neck.

“Jus’ need to make you feel good, that’s all. Then we can sleep. Promise,” She whispers, and Paige’s head is so far in the clouds at the feeling of Azzi’s curls tickling her shoulders as she nips at her neck that she can’t even muster a response beyond nodding, her back arching as her girlfriend’s kisses slip further down her body.

Hey y’all! Finally finished the smut I promised weeks ago lol. This was not beta’d at all, so be warned! Any comments/shares/love is sooo appreciated. Thank you and I really hope you guys enjoy!

[ithinkthingsaboutstuff]

Ok I saw across the spidervese and i loved it!

But I have been thinking of a mini theory. I think our main spider crew are all are/ have anomaly's in their reality's, (and most of them came from their time with miles)

noir's event was that he brought colour into a world that was not meant to have it (the rubrics cube).

peni's is that her spider suit was destroyed just before she left. (so it could not be destroyed in the 'canon' way on her earth.

Ham had moments of true seniority, he's the one to tell miles "in this job[..]you can't always save everyone." and he has real tears as he leaves, which in the style he is presented in cartoons al a loonytoons by design don't learn/have deep moments of reflection (that aren't jokes/ aren't rug pulls)

pavitr happen when miles saved the captain.

Gwen was not meant to make another friend like her perter again but she found one in miles

and Peter B would not of had mayday without miles influence

I'm not sure about bite and punk, but i do think its interesting that miles has such a profound effect on everyone he meets that they would fight for him and even break the laws of their reality because of him.

[toontiedterror]

What is Toon-tied Terror?

In a world where cartoons have their own realm to exist beside reality, you'll meet Bendy, a bright little toon who starred in one of the most popular rubberhose shows and made everyone around him smile with his cheery little grin! At least, he used to.

80 years later, Bendy is now a depressing drunk, violent misanthrope who constantly tries to hunt down the mouse himself to get his revenge for the loss of his one and only pal, Boris.

He'll reach his goal eventually. And no former friends, cartoons from different studios, mobs, sailor boys, knockoffs, or cartoon rules are going to stop him.

First Comic: Toon-tied Terror #1: Bar

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Timeline of Mickey Mouse's 'Ages'

This is how I explain certain actions, he may have been physically that age already but mentality wise well he was far from it. I do picture especially in the toon meets reality worlds that Mickey had to grow up so to speak.

1927-1939: 16 to 18 very chaotic mischievous but clearly figuring himself and the world out.

1939- 1953: 19 to 24/25 still exploring but more settled into his nice guy persona, also has a bit of temper from youth, much more interested in Minnie then the younger years where it was like a high-school romance

1953 to 2010: 25 to 30 he's really settled into things, he's slightly insecure and this starts to show, however he also starts showing that temper more, possibly the time frame Minnie and him got married off screen they are in their peak years of loving one another and everyone can see it. He's a devoted husband and Minnie plays the excellent wife,

2010-2024- 30 to 40 this is where he runs into one might call it a midlife crisis he starts to lose himself starts to only portray himself as perfect to the public there's not much characterization yet at the same time there's two shows perfectly encapsulating his younger years with how chaotic they are. It's a delicate balancing act that he does not want to break.

Who knows with Epic Mickey we may get to see his characterization once more.

[naileadevoras]

greetings , loved ones ! recently , i've noticed some roleplay groups adding a most likely to... in their applications & decided to make a masterlist of superlatives in hopes to give you all some inspiration when filling in an app form . the under the cut , you'll find 50+ character superlatives that can help with the development of your muses . i hope you find this list helpful !

as always , a like + reblog would be greatly appreciated .

most likely to ...

accidentally join a cult .

always have a filled passport .

commit a petty crime .

betray her friends for money .

become a celebrity lawyer .

become a homewrecker .

become a motivational speaker .

become a twitch streamer .

become a voice actor for a cartoon show .

be inducted into the sports hall of fame .

be late to their own wedding .

become the first lady of the united states .

become the next president of the united states .

break a world record .

climb mt. everest .

die first at a zombie apocalypse .

discover a cure for a specific disease .

end up in a blockbuster .

end up in the emergency room after a fight .

flirt with their friends parent .

forget their own birthday .

get a botched plastic surgery .

get a divorce after 14 days of marriage .

get attacked by a wild animal on a camping trip .

get drunk & wake up with a face tattoo .

get married in vegas .

get married to a pro athlete .

give all their life savings to charity .

go on a solo - travelling trip .

have a failed youtube career .

have a one night stand with drake .

have a stalker .

have three divorces before 30 .

headline at coachella .

host their own baking show on tv .

hook up with a college professor .

insult you & immediately apologize after .

join an underground fight club .

leave everything behind & travel the world by themselves .

make a man cry .

make it on the fbi's most wanted list .

marry a celebrity for their fame & money .

meet their significant other at the gym .

overthrow the patriarchy .

star in a reality tv show .

star in their own reality show .

start their own pyramid scheme .

stalk their celebrity crush & follow them home .

take over the world .

win a grammy but forget their speech .

win a nobel peace prize .

win an argument .

write a notes app apology after getting cancelled online .

win the lottery but lose the ticket .

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

Hello!!! Nice to meet you here!!

Requesting separate HC's for Anya and Curly with gn!reader who miss them so much even for 5 minutes that just make big plushies verison of Anya/Curly to cuddle with

S/O That crochets their partner while they're gone Anya, Curly.

A/N: Interesting prompt, I shall do it! Thank you for the request! Gave it an interesting spin!

For context, the reader crocheted both themselves and their partner so you tow have a crocheted of eachother.

Curly

Is super flattered when you email him a picture of a crocheted version of himself. He'd originally thought you just crocheted a little you for him when he went on the Tulpar.

You send him pictures of little Curly on top of your shared pet with a cowboy hat on, which makes his heart swell with joy.

Every time he has a meeting with the Tulpar crew, he'll use the meeting projector to show all the silly pictures his partner sends to him of mini curly.

One picture is Crochet Curly on the dog against a bunch of mini dinosaur figures set up in a formation; another picture is of the Crochet double with you and it on a swinging bench in your back yard.

Swansea and Jimmy scoff at it, but a small smile curls on each of their lips. Daisuke is asking to help Curly with photography ideas with his own Crochet setting the doll various places on the ship. Anya silently enjoys the little pictures and sketches some of them into her note pad.

When he's alone he'll go through and look at the photo war you guys have between your two crochets.

He really misses you

Anya

Before she boarded the Tulpar, you rushed up and pressed the crochett of you into her hands before leaving a kiss and running back down the railing.

Anya spent the entirety of Tulpar's launch carefully holding the little you in the palms of her hands.

Anya herself may not crochet, but I can tell you that she would be a killer at origami, and she folds little Tulpar coveralls for your crochet to wear.

When the first batch of emails from home came in, Anya clicked on the file you sent and had to hold a hand over her mouth as hot tears welled in her eyes.

Seeing a little version of herself in crochet resting between your fingers, in a little lab coat with a stethoscope around its neck. She wished she could take it all back and be with you instead of this space delivery.

Like curly, Anya takes silly pictures at work of your crochet doing various things like holding the butterfly needle while drawing Swansea's blood or posing dramatically next to the 'Yimpy' sketch on her board.

Anya has made little cartoon comics of adventures your two crochets would go on fighting aliens or the declarations of love that Anya herself could not say out loud.

Her favorite picture is you holding the Anya crochet while in bed with a bag of Wendy's watching terrible reality TV. The Anya Crochet is holding a fry in a chocolate Frostee, a habit that mirrors the nurse's guilty pleasure.

She knows the moment she comes home, she'll tackle you out of your shared bed and not let go for a good while.

A/N: I actually had such a BLAST writing this one! It definately strayed from the original prompt but I hope you enjoyed!

[ese1anime]

(Sigh)here we go,my first Au of TADC heheh yaaayyy hope yall like what I got so far of it

If you like BATIM(Bendy And The Ink Machine) then you’ll like what I’m creating for this Au…

Behold!!

Meet the Gang:

Emotion of the others:

🩶:the person

💖:crush

💚:friend/bestie

🧡:normal around

❤️:hate

(For this is the best thing I can come up with on their heights I did my best to keep the height and putting them in a row)

>Lore of the story<><>

For some of us we know that game of bendy and the ink machine has become popular for gamers that have played it or those that seen it along with knowing how virtual reality can bring a whole new side of what’s real but isn’t with headsets.Well what if they both were combined together into a whole new adventure for others to see and experience what it’s like to actually play in a horror game between BATIM and TADC all together called ✨The Amazing

Digital Ink Machine✨

The Digital Studio in a computer that is filmed to bring others that Virtual Reality life that is part of a bendy and the ink machine vibes,where lots of ink flows from the top to bottom and covered in history that is yet to behold of the ink machine.But like most people that get stuck in a virtual world,it takes your soul to another place and into a different body,making it your mission to complete it or be stuck for all eternity (just like jumanji but different 😁).For your soul can contain lots of digital hallucinations when your stuck in a studio for who knows how long and with the ink flowing,places that can be unlocked,and not knowing who you are by then for it makes a person forget their own existence or the life they thought they knew before or what they will become then………

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{}{}The Storyline{}{}{}{

Pomni was put into the system to discover what has happened to those that went missing in the real world and it’s up to her to find the pieces to this adventure she will be taking by Caine 🖤💛🖤

With each path she takes ,she must find each and one of the pieces to fix this mess that has caused a lot of damage to the system and the people that got stuck in the world as well while facing the one that has caused so many to be stuck in this digital world Ink Demon that trapped other players into this place (those that have gone missing and never returned to the real world or to their real bodies)

for Caine[AI] a companion member,comes along to give pomni some company or to help her as he was programmed to do 🖤💛🖤along with the friends that pomni will get to meet as well

Stuff that will be included in this Au:

Studio underground:

For it will bring out circus vibes to it but also make it look like a old cartoon vibe (like bendy and his friends look like)

NPC:

For they are part of the ink and tend to make it a game when facing them or come across their path throughout the quest

ink-Abstractiors:

They are like the abstraction but as giant ink monsters that leave trails of ink when they are found roaming around the area

(For this is what I got so far of the what will be added on here only because I’m working on other stuff more more often,this will be my side project of The Amazing Digital Ink Machine 💛🖤)

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{Boundaries/QnA}

•”Is this a crossover of TADC and BATIM”

Yes it’s kinda like a crossover between the horror game(BATIM) and the show(TADC)

•”Can I draw these characters?”

Sure thing! Love seeing other peoples amazing art As long as you tag me about it cause I don’t tolerate others trying to steal art idea from anyone

•”Can I make an Oc\Fanart of this Au?”

Yes,I would love to see what other bendy vibes for Tadc you come up with for this Au heh

•”Can I write a fic about this Au”

If you got any other ideas of this Au,I would love to see what others like to create of it hehe that would be great ✨

•”Is NSFW allowed?”

Yeeeeaaaahhhhhh Nnnnooooooo thanks but noooo sorrry 😅

•”Is shipping allowed?”

Of course!but most of the ships will be showtime and Bunnydoll more often

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(If you have any questions let me know just pls be nice cause I don’t tolerate rude behavior on here and I want to make sure others know that as well)

[levshany]

Tandem, this is an AU in which the Collector possesses Philip, and there are a lot of things happening afterwards. but now we’ll just retell how it basically started

@angstyhikka drew a couple of arts and helped me with coloring

This is an alternative development of events after the ending of the fanfic “At The Dawn of The Light” (it's not finished yet, but there is already an AU from the ending, yes). The idea belongs to @lasymit, and I (Lev) picked it up :3

Before King's Tide, all events take place according to canon. And then the following changes occur: the witches capture Philip and lock him in a cave in the Titan's skull. The draining spell is stopped without the help of the Collector, but he himself is not found. His mirror remains lying at the bottom of the pit.

For 10 years, Philip was under a sleeping spell. Everything would be fine, but when the Hexside squad wakes up Philip to make him help them with one super important problem, not only does he become mischievous but he also has problems in his head now. Luz and the team think that Philip is manipulating them (you can't blame them for this, Philip is Philip, even with a leaky memory and a leaking roof, he manages to be such an asshole), and therefore they torture him to force him to cooperate with them.

While Philip was sleeping, a cozy corner appeared in his head, in which there was nothing but a green hill, a small house and an apple tree. There, Philip, in his child form, lives with Caleb, who is a figment of his sick mind. During his 10 years in this mindscape, Philip convinced himself that this was reality. And the Boiling Isles, the cave and the witches who torture him are an endless nightmare. Because, on the Boiling Isles, he sometimes remembers that he killed his brother. But this simply cannot be reality.

At some point, Luz and Hunter realize that Philip is not pretending that he is seriously ill and no matter how much he denies it, he needs help, and they soften towards him somewhat. Although both have rather mixed feelings towards their dementia grandpa.

Even in the moments when Philip remembers himself fully enough, his attitude towards the Boiling Isles, Luz, Hunter and even his own mission has changed greatly in any case. He no longer cares about the destruction of witches and revenge for his brother. Philip is tired. Deadly tired. All he wants to do is sleep. He slept for ten years, and this was perhaps the first time in decades of his life that he felt peace and happiness.

While he is in this state, it happens that he encounter the Collector. This is a difficult meeting for both of them, but it all ends with the forgiveness of all grievances. They both don't want to lose each other now. The collector is still locked in the disk, but Philip has the opportunity to let his friend into his subconscious. Seeing the deplorable state of Philip's mind, he decides that he must help - after all, Philip is still his only friend. Collie asks Philip not to go to "sleep" forever, but Philip replies that he has no joy in waking up here. All he dreams of is never returning to the world of the Boiling Islands. The collector, frightened that his only friend is about to leave him, possesses Philip and promises him that he will get them both out of this nightmare.

This is how Tandem's story begins

a huge amount of detail has been omitted to avoid spoilers for "The Dawn". if you wanna learn more go check the fanfic *wink wink*

[gohyemi]

My Ex, the Baby Chicky

"I would really love to meet Baby Chicky in real life, Uncle."

Nabi batted her eyes cutely at her uncle, fully aware that this was his weakness. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted, and using her irresistible charm was her ultimate weapon.

Lee Seokmin chuckled nervously, already hesitating at her request. He could practically hear his sister’s warning echoing in his head.

"Remember, Seokmin, don’t spoil her too much, or else—"

"Yes, Noona, I will. Don’t worry and just go," he had reassured her before she left for her business trip.

It wasn’t that his sister didn’t trust him, but she knew all too well how much he tended to indulge Nabi. And when Nabi got too used to being spoiled, she became a little rebel when she didn’t get her way at home.

"How can you meet Baby Cheeks, Nabi-ah? She’s just a cartoon on TV," Seokmin said, ruffling her hair.

Nabi huffed, swatting his big hand away.

"Uncle, it’s Baby Chicky, not Baby Cheeks!" she corrected him, tugging at his sweater to make him lean down. "If you get me Baby Chicky, I won’t tell Eomma that you broke her vase yesterday."

Seokmin’s eyes widened in horror. She saw that?! He had been so sure she wasn’t in the room when it happened.

"No way… You wouldn’t—"

"I want Baby Chicky!" she demanded, crossing her arms.

Seokmin groaned. He was doomed.

Meanwhile, across town…

"Y/N, just this once, please help me!"

Y/N stared at her friend, already on the verge of breaking down. People begging was her ultimate weakness, and her friend knew it.

"So… you want me to wear that costume and go entertain some kids?" she asked, eyeing the large, fluffy Baby Chicky mascot suit with visible suspicion.

Her friend nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing in excitement.

"What if it’s some creepy old man with a weird costume kink or something?!" Y/N blurted out.

"Eiiihh, why would you even think that?!"

"Because he's paying way too much just for someone to prance around his house in a costume!"

Her friend blinked at her innocently before resuming the relentless begging.

"Please, please, please! I promise you’ll get six-fifths of the pay!"

"That’s not even how fractions work—"

"Pleaaaaase!"

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. She had a bad feeling about this.

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Ding dong!

Seokmin’s face lit up with excitement as he scooped Nabi into his arms.

"Nabi-ah, your surprise is here! Let’s go greet it at the door!"

Nabi squealed happily, grabbing onto her uncle’s hand and dragging him toward the entrance.

After Seokmin carried her in his arms, Seokmin checked the door monitor to see who was outside. He grinned as he spotted the familiar mascot costume on the screen.

"Who is it?" he asked playfully, giggling along with Nabi.

From the other side of the door, a muffled voice cheerfully announced,

"It’s your Baby Cheeks!"

Nabi gasped, her tiny brows furrowing. "Baby Chicky! How could you say your own name wrong?" she pointed out, sounding almost offended.

Y/N’s POV

"Damn it!"

Y/N was already sweating under the suffocating costume, her heart racing as she forced out a nervous chuckle.

"W-Well, my baby," she said, trying to recover, "I just wanted to see if you really know me!"

End POV

She could only pray that the little girl would buy her excuse.

Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she heard the door unlock. Straightening up, she prepared to greet the excited child—only to freeze the moment her eyes met a face she never expected to see again.

Lee Seokmin.

He stood there, giggling, completely unaware of who was inside the costume. With a bright smile, he encouraged the little girl to run forward and hug her.

Y/N suddenly felt exposed, as if the ridiculous mascot suit wasn’t even there, like she was completely bare under his gaze.

How fool she is to not ask information about this client. And now she need to spend the day here in his EX house.

"Baby Chicky!" Nabi’s excited shout snapped her back to reality.

This was going to be a long day.

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After spending half the day playing with the child in this damn costume, she could now fully admit—she was swimmingin sweat.

The suit felt like a personal sauna, and every movement made it worse.

Nabi, on the other hand, was exhausted but still stubbornly refusing to stop playing. Her growing frustration soon turned into full-blown tantrums.

Seokmin sighed before gently yet firmly cradling her in his arms. After a few moments of rocking her, he excused himself to take her to her room for a nap.

This was her chance.

With Seokmin gone, she attempted to sneak out of the house. But there was just one problem.

The costume was too heavy. And she was too tired.

The best she could manage was crawling toward the door like a defeated soldier retreating from battle.

Just as she reached the entrance, she heard footsteps behind her.

"I'm so sorry about that. She's just—"

Seokmin’s voice suddenly paused.

She froze.

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

"What… are you doing?" Seokmin asked, his voice laced with confusion and amusement.

She slowly looked up to see him staring down at her, his brows raised and a chuckle escaping his lips.

Busted.

"Hehehe, you know... the costume is too heavy for me to stand up," she said, still using the high-pitched Baby Chicky voice.

Seokmin giggled at the ridiculousness of it all before reaching out to help her stand. He even dusted off her legs for her since she can’t reach it.

"You can talk normally, you know. And you should take that thing off—it must be heavy after wearing it all day. Nabi’s asleep now, and seriously, thank you for today. You must be exhausted."

This. This was what she hated about him. Even in front of strangers, he always worried too much.

"I-It’s okay!" she blurted out. "I think I need to leave. My boss might want me to write a report about this!"

She was so close to escaping, but just as she took a step forward, Seokmin’s hand shot out and grabbed her wings (the costume), stopping her in her tracks.

"Wait, you have to write a report about entertaining kids?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No! I just really want to leave!" she admitted, trying once again to make her grand exit.

"Wait—your payment! I haven’t given it to you yet!"

Seokmin instinctively reached out to stop her, but her wrist was already out of reach. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed the nearest object—

The mascot’s big Baby Chicky head.

And that was his mistake.

The sudden pull made her stumble backward, completely off balance. At the same time, Seokmin tripped over absolutely nothing.

And like a slow motion the scene goes, the oversized head flew off dramatically through the air.

Time seemed to pause.

She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But… nothing happened.

Instead, she felt something warm and solid beneath her.

Slowly, she realized—Seokmin had caught her.

One of his arms was wrapped protectively around her waist, while the other cradled the back of her head, shielding her from hitting the floor.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Seokmin’s eyes fluttered open, his expression shifting from dazed confusion to pure shock as he took in the face beneath the costume.

His lips parted slightly. "Jagiya…?"

Oh no.

Mentally, she facepalmed so hard she could practically hear it.

The could not get any better sudden storm burst outside and the sound of the rain hit the ground could be heard. 

‘Of course, when the day I dont bring my car’ she monologue -------------------------------------------------------------------

was inspired when watching eunwoo from The Return of Superman

[amoeganism]

TEAM PLAYER isagi yoichi

You're fed up with the evil Blue Lock boys getting special treatment from your Evil best friend because your Evil best friend isn't Evil with you. You’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy your masochistic heart in whatever freakish ways you come up with because communicating and confessing is overrated.

i love my insane boyfriend

There's been something strange going on with you and Isagi can't quite place his finger on it. Yes, he had been away at Blue Lock for a number of weeks, but he thinks that it shouldn't impact your personality to change the way it did. You might be his closest friend and confidant, one of the most treasured people in his life, but you’re currently acting like a freak and frankly, it’s making him really uncomfortable.

As you place your foot on the park bench to retie your shoelaces, Isagi scans your body up and down. No new bruises, no broken bones, no visible injuries, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of some newly developed mental issues because why else would you suddenly be so rude? Yoichi had been hoping that you, his sweet best friend, would be a much needed break from the mental illness fandom that was Blue Lock but it seems like insanity is a disease and you somehow caught it from watching TV. Going to noisy arcades with flashing lights in a dimly lit space, trying overpriced and sickly sweet desserts at trendy cafes, and simply taking walks together under the dappled shade of cherry blossom petals were all things Yoichi had missed amidst the chaos and stress that came with the incredibly competitive atmosphere of Blue Lock.

Yet here you were, not fully meeting him face-to-face but rather side-eyeing him with a condescending stare beneath hooded eyes and raised brows. With a thud, you slumped onto the bench and crossed your arms.

“I thought you were kidnapped before you suddenly appeared on T.V. and not just any T.V., some fuckass display one at the department store. What’s up with that?” you inquired with a pathetic pout disguised into a sneer that Yoichi found slightly goofy. “You’re like a deadbeat cunt.”

“I didn’t know that they were gonna kidnap my phone and basically trap me in there while jeopardizing my athletic career!” Yoichi exclaimed, throwing his hands down onto his lap with a groan. “Also, why do you look like that? You look really stupid.”

With a slight twitch of your lip, the smallest of grins formed on your face, unfolding into a gleeful, creepy smile. “Heh. That was really hot, can you do that again?”

“Excuse me?”

You kick your feet back and forth a couple times, nodding your head side to side like a cheap bobble head toy. Continuing to smile at him with bright and expectant eyes, you explain, “Y’know, what you just said was like how you verbally abuse dudes in Blue Lock.”

With a choked cough and dry wheeze, vibrant red covered the tips of his ears and spread into his cheeks. Breaking eye contact, he turned his head away from you as all judgement left his system, leaving the remnants of pure embarrassment. A hand covering his face was the only thing serving himself a sense of comfort as he wallowed in the consequences of losing his shit during broadcasted soccer games.

“Listen,” Yoichi panicked, trying his best to save face. “Everything on Blue Lock was not real, it’s a scripted reality show. Everything you saw was Evil Isagi Yoichi. I am Real Isagi Yoichi. Evil Isagi Yoichi was created in a lab by Ego Jinpachi and is not a reflection of myself.”

“I’m in love with Evil Isagi Yoichi,” you wistfully sigh, clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth like a cringey cartoon character.

“I lied, I’m actually Evil Isagi Yoichi. That was just a test for you to prove your absolute devotion to me.”

The way you smiled at him was unnerving and the glimmer in your eyes should have unsettled him but Yoichi found himself and his heart melting at your insanity. His cheeks were no longer red out of embarrassment from his diabolical language but the soft kiss you placed on his cheek and teasing pats to the side of his face, making a grin of his own match yours.

“Call me ‘babe’ and I’ll kill you, I only accept derogatory language,” you whisper into his ear.

Like a dream come true, his freak has been (concerningly) matched.