#like the hunter kills bambis mom

[jonathanbyersphd]

Help I'm thinking about Jonathan's favorite childhood movie being Bambi again

[hiskillingjar]

Begging screaming and crying for something with teen edgelord oleander 🙏

absolutely you fucking can

1000+ words. sfw. cw for self harm, violent descriptions, dead animals, and uh. what i can only describe as OCD + jealousy spurned (vaguely) incestuous intrusive thoughts

“Do you have anything you’d like to say?”

Famous last words, before the gunshot and the splatter of blood, bone and brain matter out the back of a hostage’s head, almost black against the cement wall.

Lawrence stared at his laptop screen, his grey eyes fixed on the newest video on the front page of Liveleak that morning.

The hostage was a soldier and the shooter was probably another soldier, fighting a war thousands of miles from his house in the woods. Lawrence didn't tend to read the descriptions of the videos anymore, since he was more interested in the viscerality of what was posted.

Or, they should have been visceral. 

Lately, he wasn't getting the kinds of reactions from himself that he used to. 

He just sort of felt...numb to it all now, the worst gunshots and car accidents barely raising an eyebrow, let alone inspiring a gasp or a turned stomach.

Maybe that just meant he needed to up the stakes a little. Find a website that posted worse videos, more gruesome ones, and maybe then he'd start feeling something again.

"Dad's home," His sister, Lily, swung around his door frame, practically out of nowhere (he didn’t hear her coming up the stairs, she was that quiet), making him flinch and quickly shut his laptop, lest she see what he was looking at on a Saturday afternoon while she and Laurel were playing outside. "He's got a deer tied to the front of his truck."

"...Buck or doe?" Lawrence asked as he sat up, pushing a hand through his greasy hair.

He’d shower today. Or maybe Monday, before school.

"I dunno," She shrugged. "Whatever doesn't have horns."

"Antlers," Lawrence mumbled with a roll of his eyes, standing from his bed and setting his laptop down on the desk. "So it's a doe then. A girl deer."

"Aw, that's sad," Lily pouted, leaning in the doorframe, inadvertently pushing her chest forward. "What if it's, like, Bambi's mom or something?"

"Bambi isn't real," Lawrence said somewhat curtly, looking over his shoulder with a hard look before looking back towards his window when he saw Lily was wearing a low-cut sundress. "And Dad's killed a ton of girl deer before. Why do you care about them now?"

"Mm...I guess I didn't think about it before." She said before shrugging her freckled shoulders and skipping back the way she came, down the loft steps, clearly not bothered enough by their father's hunting habits to be too concerned by it.

Easy for her. 

She wasn't the person who was going to get called on to help skin it.

She wasn’t going to have to pin the doe down, spread her limbs out, open her up, watch her bleed as he stripped her to muscle and bone.

It was always so easy for Lily. 

And for Laurel, too, even if she was the more boy-ish one of the twins, sometimes more boy-ish than Lawrence himself was.

Hands clenched into fists at his side, Lawrence pressed his lips together tightly and let out a long, shaking breath through his nose, feeling his gut churn as he kept thinking about Lily in her sundress.

Yellow, adorned with daisies, white cotton socks and yellow jelly shoes to match her dress. Lily entertained her mother’s wishes for a ‘real girl’ in a ‘family of hunters’ (like Lawrence was any good at hunting anyway), a willing doll to dress up, that Laurel didn’t allow her and that Lawrence wasn’t allowed to want.

He quickly reached for the military tin on his desk, which contained his razors.

Lily’s sundress, her freckled shoulders and pale, burgeoning chest, her smiling lips and gap teeth.

He brought his other hand up and dug the blade of the cleanest razor into his wrist, barely feeling it.

Her jelly shoes which were caked with mud from playing outside, her thin legs marred with bruises and scrapes when it got too rough.

The cut stung a little more as he dragged the razor deeper into his skin, his long fingers trembling as he forced himself to feel the pain, feel it, you fucking degenerate, feel it.

Her flushed cheeks, even though she was never told off, never taught how to skin a buck, never reprimanded for crying as she did it, never told to stop crying, suck it up and cut your hair because you look like a fucking faggot, fucking faggot, FUCKING FAGGOT-

"Lawrence."

Lawrence flinched at the stern, solid sound of his father's voice, quickly turning around and pulling his hoodie sleeve down over his marred wrist, his razor digging into his palm.

"You see that doe on my car?" Father asked with a proud grin, his hands on his hips, a pocket knife on a carabiner swinging from his cargo shorts, never far away from tools of violence. “Me and the boys ‘been camping since six this morning for that beauty. Your old man got it in-,” He raised a hand up, extending two fingers towards the young boy and mimed a gunshot towards him. PEW! “One shot. Is that cool or what?!” 

"Um, yeah, Dad," Lawrence nodded, his eyes stinging from the pain in his wrist, threatening to tear up. "It's…really cool. Nice one."

"Damn right it is," He smiled even broader with a satisfied nod. "You're gonna help with skinning, so your mother can use it for dinner tomorrow."

It's not phrased like a question anymore. It's a demand.

You're going to. You will.

"Yeah," Lawrence nodded too, giving Father his best approximation of a smile possible. He had no doubt that Father wouldn’t see how empty it was. "Um, just give me a minute and I'll be out in a sec."

"I'll be counting!" Father called behind him as he paced away, floorboards creaking under his weight as he jogged down the stairs and left him to it.

Lawrence let out a strangled little whimper as he pulled his sodden jacket sleeve up, inspecting the damage he’d done to himself in his pursuit for absolution.

Multiple cuts, deep and painful and still oozing with blood. His palm had been sliced open too, but not nearly as bad as his wrists had been.

“Fuck,” He murmured, chewing the inside of his cheek, his teeth grinding (too tight in his skull) as he grabbed for the military tin again for a roll of bandages. 

“Dad’s gonna kill me…”

[barrenclan]

Dumb question maybe, but could Deepdark defeat a hunter? Like, if he were in front of the one who killed Bambi's mom, could he at least survive? Great comic btw!!!

Haha! I like that it's specifically the Bambi's mom hunter. Well, sadly the answer is only as much as any other deer could. He'd probably be more aggressive than most deers, so if he was close enough to the person to get a kick in he might kill them. But a gun would take him out like anything else made of meat.

Also, thank you!

So true honestly.

[sunflowericescribbles]

All the radioapple AUs ideas

I wanna write if I could get over my burnt out self

Bambi: Alastor loosing his mother as a fawn and wanting to get revenge on the hunter (and later all the other humans who kill his kind). Lucifer being the majestic leader, easily spotted by his albino appearance, but surprisingly hard to find because he hides away very well & doesn´t care much about the hunters. (Also he looks way taller from far away, but once you stand next to him he is so small all of a sudden.) Anyway, as he grows up Al is on a mission to scare all the hunters away permanently (read: kill) until one day of course there appears a large amount of hunters to "hunt down the rabid animals that endanger the hunting territory" or something like that. Well, Lucifer warned him often enough to not engage with humans, because in his long long life he knows this was gonna happen eventually. Now he can come along and try to do some damage control (by getting everyone to safety and buying them time by playing the bait). In the end the woods catch fire, they have to flee through the smoke and burning trees, they barely make it out alive, but they fought together, the threat is gone. (Sidenote: maybe add some magic: Alastor slowly turning into a wendigo after killing & eating more & more humans, kinda like a curse; Lucifer being the "god of the forest", supposedly the last immortal one - no I´m not going to dive into "the last unicorn" theme with this!)

Blue Eye Samurai: title will be "Red Eye Samurai", because Alastor has most of his demon appearance with red eyes of course. What´s special about him? He´s only a half demon, so he can get away as a human most of the time so long no one sees his red eyes behind the tinted glasses, the deer ears that are constantly hidden under his wide hat and the claws under his gloves. He wears a katana (in red of course) & he has no problem using it to cut off parts of the human bodies (& eat it). Yes, he´s out for revenge (again), and of course he will have some assassins sent his way & he has to fight his way through some tough shit. Maybe give him Niffty as travel companion, who he rescued (unintentionally) from her abusive husband at the noodle shop she was working at. Lucifer meanwhile is unhappy because he wanted to get married to Lilith, but his family has "better" plans for him. Lilith gets exiled (for whatever reason), he wants to follow her & bring her back, but looses her track soon after he sneaked away. And of course he gets robbed on the way, but he won´t give up so easily. Can´t be so bad picking up a job at a brothel, can it? Well, the red haired lad surely is not a easy costumer, but Lucifer knows how to tempt humans.. and demons.

Devil´s advocate: that´s a bit of a complicated one, because if you know the relationship between devil & advocate, then shipping gets a bit.. difficult. So, let´s throw that out of the window. I just think it would be an interesting setting for a radioapple story with a bit of twisting around. Al as an advocate being ruthless & very successful gets the chance to work at the infamous Magne firm and into arguments with the big boss about morality (& other more or less serious stuff). Funnily enough "the big boss" is quite tired of working with shitty people who left all their morals behind, he wants Al to be successful without loosing that, but it seems (almost) like a lost cause. Why is he even trying to make Alastor a better man? Isn´t everyone he interacts with bound to be corrupted? Al´s mom is very concerned (and frightened) when she meets Mr. Magne for the first time (because she´s a good soul & can immediatly tell he´s the devil). In the end, it turns out Alastor had only caught Lucifer´s interest because of Charlie, who lives with him (& his mother). She´s his daughter and he wants to have her back with him. Too bad she doesn´t wanna go back home until she´s finished her business, so he has to wait & until then he´s not allowed to lay a finger on her friend Alastor. Well, at least he has her near him, he can interact with her again & at least Al and his mom care for her. (If only Alastor would stop calling him short & a bad father, he would be less inclined to throw him over the edge of the roof)

Dirty Dancing: make it dance instructor Alastor x doctor Lucifer (with a side dish of Chaggie, because they´d make a hot dancing couple, too)

Sister Act basically Al can sing, he´s got a nun outfit & it would be fun xD

SpyxFamily Spy Alastor, Assassin Lucifer, Child Niffty, perfect little family :3

Titanic (1997): I would sprinkle a bit of onesided radiostatic in it, with Al and Vox being partners at first and boarding the ship together. They both want to start a new career overseas and maybe even team up. By some coincidence Alastor finds himself in the first class as replacement for another singer/entertainer for one evening and gets to meet Lucifer, who he has to fish out of the water, because that dumbass somehow managed to go over board. Lucifer is on board with his little daughter Charlie. After the death of his wife and having no money left, his family decided now would be the perfect time to offer him a chance to come back into their circle. Since his daughter is still too young to marry someone (and because Lucifer would never marry her off to someone she doesn´t love), he agreed to (finally) marry someone of his family´s choosing. Obviously he´s not happy with the choice. He meets Alastor for the first time when Charlie almost falls over board because her plushie slipped out of her hold.

[howlingaround]

I made a storyboard comic thing about the Pistol Possum from Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Explanation:

Theres a fan theory that the Possum is the secret identity of Judge Doom (which is canon to me, the comic backstory is meh)

During the making of the Roger Rabbit movie, the idea was thrown around about Judge Doom being the hunter who shot Bambis mom

I combind the two cause i like the idea that the Possum got a taste of killing toons and developd an obsession, which is why he came up with the Dip

Dont know how building a highway makes sense tho

EDIT: i forgot so say - they obvisouly cut this scene in the final Bambi film, wouldnt get past censors otherwise

But Possum is never on screen anyway, which is probably not clear enough in the panel scribbles

[murkoffoshaviolations]

About my Reagent OC, Hunter!

Reagent Hunter is an Outlast Trials AU of my existing sona character, Hunter Hirnfresser.

Hunter is the angel of death who appears to the living as a 26-year-old male named Hunter Hirnfresser.

In this AU, Hunter is attracted to the trials because of all the death surrounding them. His plan is to investigate why so many people are dying in this area, and also to collect the souls of those who have lost their lives in the trials.

Hunter finds more than he bargained for as his human disguise leads him to being put in the trials as a reagent. He experiences how torturous and deadly the trials are first hand, and makes it his personal mission to stay in them to collect the souls of those who are killed in them.

In trials where it’s a task to kill other people (the snitch, the judge and witnesses, etc), it’s a breaking point for him. He hates the idea of killing someone just to have to move on their soul, so he talks to the victims like they are his friends, or even like they’re children. Which gives off this impression that the trials are absolutely destroying his sanity. In a way, they are, but he believes if he is nice to the people he's tasked to kill they will be less scared of him when he comes back to move them onto the afterlife.

Hunter has been killed and released multiple times, but because he’s death, he does not permanently die and also always returns to the trials willingly. When this happens, he wipes himself from the memories of everyone involved. Easterman, prime assets, ex pops, other reagents, everyone. It works on all except one person…

No one is aware he is the angel of death.

Relationships with People Involved with the Trials:

Dr. Easterman - Hunter has a wicked hatred for Dr. Easterman and openly mocks him throughout the trials and while in the Sleep Room. Easterman always has a sense that he’s met Hunter before whenever he returns but ultimately doesn’t remember him.

Leland Coyle - Hunter wipes the memories of everyone involved in the trials, but the one person it doesn't work with is Coyle. Coyle remembers Hunter every time he returns from outside the trials or dies. He has seen Hunter return to life without the use of rigs, items from Dorris, syringes, or medical intervention. He's watched the wounds on Hunter's body heal completely without medicine. Coyle knows Hunter is not... normal, for lack of a better word. He's always trying to corner Hunter or get him alone so he can interrogate and torture him. Hunter is very aware Coyle suspects something is up with him and actively taunts him during trials, always being uncomfortably close to being caught by him. Hunter often says someday he knows Coyle will get him and he'll end up being the next snitch in the Kill the Snitch trial. Hunter also has no idea why Coyle is the only one that ever remembers him and the interest in each other is mutual. Also, Hunter has an attraction to Coyle that disturbs the other reagents in his group. He always plays it off like he's just joking around... he's not.

Mother Gooseberry - Hunter has an affection toward Gooseberry and calls her "mom" when referring to her. Out of every prime asset and ex-pop, Gooseberry is the only one Hunter feels any kind of sympathy for. Hunter wants to get close to her and just be a friend to her, someone she can talk to. He finds her history both intriguing and disturbing, often wondering how she ended up being what she is now.

Franco Barbi - Hunter is horribly disturbed by Franco. He finds everything about him gut-wrenchingly unsettling. Franco is the only prime asset Hunter takes extra steps to avoid at all costs. Unlike he would with Coyle, Hunter does not taunt Franco in trials. In fact, he’s almost entirely silent during his trials aside from a few terrified screams if Franco finds or grabs him. Unlike his wishes for Gooseberry, Hunter does not wish to talk with Franco. He finds his taunts, his killings, his ways horrifying. He refers to Franco as "Bambi" a nickname a fellow reagent started calling him and he picked up on.

The Pusher - Hunter hates him. Simple as that. He thinks he's a huge inconvenience. Hunter will actively seek to attack him with bottles and bricks, even if he's not being pursued by the pusher. Often calls him "the doctor" by mistake.

The Night Hunter - Hunter is kind of creeped out by him, but indifferent to him being in trials. He doesn't have much interest in him but finds his taunts and the things he says amusing.

Other Ex-Pops - As for the rest of the ex-pops, he only feels bad that they are here in the trials and have been experimented on. He often calls the small grunts by name (if he finds out what it is) but calls the big grunts "big man/lady", berserkers "blind man/guy", pouncers just "lady", and screamers... screamers. Out of all of them, the big grunts are the ones that terrify him the most and he will scream and run when spotted by them, even if running isn't the best idea.

Cornelious Noakes - Hunter likes watching Noakes tinker with things. He understands he doesn't want to talk and make friends, so he doesn't push him to do so. Hunter often sits by his desk just to watch him work on rigs and trial items. Noakes doesn't seem to mind the company.

Emily Barlow - Hunter doesn't really like her and doesn't trust her. She is hard for him to judge, not knowing if what she says is a facade or a trick. Hunter avoids her, never even looking in her direction. Emily hasn't noticed that he avoids her.

Dorris - Hunter was very put off by Dorris when he first met her. however, as time went on, he grew to like her. Hunter can sympathize with her being treated poorly for having an attraction toward other woman because he himself is bisexual with a preference leaning toward men. Hunter is much more open and riskier when it comes to his sexuality, which tends to cause problems for him. Dorris takes a liking to him every time she meets him after her memory of him is wiped. She smuggles in black nail polish for him so he can keep his nails painted!

Other Staff - Hunter is a huge flirt and is always flirting with the guards, even if it's mostly to get a reaction out of them. He's seen as somewhat of a pest to them. He has gotten a couple of them to fall for him and go beyond flirting, but their secret is safe with him. As for the scientists, with how closely they already watch him, he doesn't want to interact with them out of fear of them finding out he's not what he appears to be.

I'll make changes to this as I need to but for now, there he is!

I feel like I'm very bad at drawing humans (almost all art I do is furry/anthro so I almost never draw them). But I'd love to do more drawings of him and maybe get some commissions from other Outlast enjoyers so... we'll see!

[goryhorroor]

did you hear he wants to make a bambi movie similiar to blood and honey where bambi gets revenge on the hunter that killed his mom?

idk if i can quite wrap my head around that....

oh my god wtf. alright I can see maybe peter pan although I still don’t believe that making a horror movie on something that meant so much to jm barrie is appropriate like I get it has some darker tones that might come off horrorish but that’s only because of his childhood.

I think the director of this universe he wants to make is simply lazy. he could sit down and put together a movie with substance, good characters, and an actual plot, but it’s obvious he’s using nostalgia to sell.

I also kinda find it funny his take on properties that aren’t public domain. im sorry but no matter how much money you throw at them they’re not going to literally give up their property & the image of family friendly to allow you to make a senseless gore fest of their beloved characters (I’m referencing that he said he wants to do powerpuff girls, teenage mutant ninja turtles, and the teletubbies).

[sleepyking]

King Watches Fox and the Hound For The First Time

Credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, cred—

OMG ITS THE OWL FROM BAMBI

NOOOOOO THE MOMMA FOX

HES SO CUTE

Omg I love their voices

She’s dead that’s where:(

That’s the only reasonable thing to do when you find a baby fox under your laundry after some birds stole it and dropped it on him in a scheme to get someone to take care of him cuz his mom died

AWWWW PUPPYYYYY

AWWWWWWWWWWW

Poor Tod:(

He’s just a BABY

FUCK WHAT THAT GUY SAYS

TOD BE CAREFUL

TOD

TOD

TOD I THINK

I THINK HE KILLED UR MOM

CHIEF STOP CHASIN HIM HES JUST A BABY

WHY AM I CRYING

WHY AM I RELATIN TO THIS BABY FOX

AWWW TOD AND COPPER ARE ALL GROWN UPPPP

LMAO THE CATERPILLAR

HES GONNA BLOOOWWWWW

NO

CHIIIIEEEEEEEFFFFFF NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO

IM SOBBIN

I CANT DEAL WITH DOGS DYIN

IS HE ALIVE STILL?? HE SAID CHEIF A L M O S T DIED DOES THAT MEANS HES OK???

“Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end..but in my heart’s the memory, and there, you’ve always been,” SHUT UP IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

IS SHE LEAVING HIM???

NO

NO PLS

PLS NO

NO

NO TAKE HIM BACK

P L E A S E

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

THERES LIKE 30 MINUTES LEFT IT CANT GET ANY WORSE FROM HERE

WHY DO I RELATE TO THIS CARTOON FOX???

OH PHEW CHIEFS ALIVE

PFFF BIG MAMAS PLAYIN MATCHMAKER LMAOOO

BECAUSE HE C A N T THATS WHY

THIS POOR FOX BOI

HES TRYIN HIS BEST OK

OH MY GOD

NO

NO DONT BURN THEM OUT

RUN TOD RUN

AND OTHER FOX WHO I FORGOT THE NAME OF YOU RUN TOO

YES TOD GET THE BEAR GET THE BEAR

AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP SAVES THE DAY

HA

TAKE T H A T HUNTER GUY

I HOPE IT HURTS LIKE FUCKIN H E L L

OH MY GOD THE VOICE OVER OF BABY COPPER N TOD

999993/10 PUDDING CUPS LOVED IT

K BYE IMMA GO WATCH THE SEQUEL

[butchbarneygumble]

Man. Y'know what gets on my tits? Parodies of Bambi. Or literally anyone being funny about it without substance.

It's one of my fav movies ever for the sheer artistry of it and how believable animal characters had rarely been done before it. But everyone has literally one comment: Bambi's mom died.

Yes. I get it.

It was based on a novel which is a lot more brutal. Bambi has a friend who ends up missing, presumed dead until he returns one day. He was taken in by humans. He since lost his fear and went straight to a hunter.

It also does not shy away to show animals struggling through a lot of crappy stuff and Bambi's dad shows him a dead hunter.

That aside though, the movie is bloody gorgeous and I love it so much? Also Flower who is one of my comfort characters. I'm just holding my breath angrily because the novel goes public domain worldwide soon and they're already planning a goddamn horror version. With emphasis on the dead mom, which was barely a thing in the books. And also Disney is absolutely gonna churn out another ""live action"" adaptation. I'll still buy realistic Flower merch...

But god damn, leave Bambi alone. Appreciate it for the art it is. I do not find jokes about hurting or killing him very funny. I mean, do what you like, have fun with it, idc. But i just love this movie so much man I needed to rant a bit

[kaycebishop]

where. killjoy’s who. @wadecalhoun​

Kayce didn’t know the first thing about what to do when one entered a bar frequented by hunters. Well, not hunters like the ones that killed Bambi’s mom. There had been plenty of those kinds of bars back home. Or so it had seemed, and perhaps Kayce had been too blind to realize that those were much like the one he now entered, with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. What if this wasn’t the right place for him to show up in? What if he asked for the wrong thing, spoke to the wrong person, or got himself into a wrong spot? He tried to quiet his racing thoughts as he proceeded further, as he let his gaze wander over some of the faces that seemed to frequent the bar. Until his gaze landed on one that was all too familiar, and he damn near broke his ankle as he scrambled over to the other, “Wade, thank fuck. Thought that guy over there was going to --- wait. You’re here. In this place. For... hunters?” Spoken as if some little lightbulb sparked to life right above his head, brows raised as he started to put two and two together.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

More Disney Counterparts

Prussia: His match could only be the one and only Claude Frollo. I know and hear your cries of shock and pain, but hear me out. Both follow their respective religions, though Wil is better versed in the spirit of the law rather than the word like Frollo. Their similarities continue in how they are with 🎶toxic love🎶.

Like Frollo’s obsessive desire to capture Esmerelda, Wil is not afraid to use hellfire to burn down any obstacle. Both use the people underneath them to gather information while keeping their attachments hidden through an air of stoicism.

Though, unlike Frollo, Wil doesn’t intend to give his Maus to anyone else to rely on. By the time the embers die it will only be them in the smolders of the once beautiful cathedral.

England: Oliver doesn’t hesitate to say that he used to be nasty, maybe even a warlock. But you would find that nowadays he’s mended all his ways. Repented and saw the light.

Yeah, right.

Ursula’s suave and malicious nature matches Oliver to a ‘tea’. Both know no depth of deception; no magic is off limits if it means achieving their goals. This is why both wait until a weak point in their pawns. With a simple dramatic flair, people line up to make a deal. Giving up anything and everything in exchange for a deal that harms them in the end.

 Unlike Ursula, Oliver prefers to be more hands-on throughout the process of their downfall. Sending his rabbits, mind games, and more are all within his realm. It’s even worse should you make a deal with this devil.

Sweden: In the snowstorm of life, Bernard has always seemed content in the positions he’s been stuck in. He has always been the advisor to his 1p, the murderous shadow that protects his people, and many other second-fiddle titles.

Yet, if one looks closely enough, one can see that his smile is a little too sharp. His first comment before the advice comes across as insulting, just like a certain vizier of the sand.

The mutual hate for second place bonds Bernard to Jafar. Both desire positions of power while having to veil their disdain for those that crush them with their boots. Over time the desire and hate become too much, and a move is made. Just like Jafar it is a smart move that involves a large reveal.

Whereas Jafar’s downfall came with the sealing of his lamp, Bernard’s came with the chains and the reinstitution of second place. The chains will not last forever though, as they weaken and rust off Bernard will try again. Fight for his place as the leader and true representative.

Romania: Nicodim is a hunter, it doesn’t matter if it's mythical or if it’s within the realm of the known he will find it and put it on his walls. There are two villains that come to mind when it comes to hunters, and the killer of Bambi’s mom is not the one that matches him.

Nic’s match is Clayton from Tarzan. Both men find value in the thrill of the kill and use their trophies as ways to show off. Nic differs in that his human hunts are common. They challenge his intelligence, and his favorite ones are those that fight even when they realize there is no possible escape.

In addition, like Clayton, both act professionally and politely before the hunt begins. Cold smiles and disinterested looks are common among those not considered things of interest. Until the prey has been found. From there a simple hunt goes on. Night and day the chase will last until Nicodim puts a bullet in their head.

Should his target act like Tarzan and leave him hung by vines? It’s not his end. Instead, he’ll wait to be cut down and once he is, Nicodim will finish his hunt. He is waiting for a moment of celebration to allow his gun’s bang to accompany the colorful, chorus of party poppers.

[sunny6677]

Okayyyy I'm gonna try continuing that one Spooky Month x Disney AU I did a while ago (the one where it's like the different Disney movies are actually their past lives and shit and the characters are in place of the Disney characters for each movie)

I think I'm just gonna explain each role for the different timelines incase there's someone out there who hasn't seen the films I talk about. This one's the Bambi timeline btw!

Bambi is the main character of the film, and starts off as a very happy but shy child who has a close bond with his gentle mother, and who befriends a bunny and a skunk and has a small puppy love crush on this other female baby deer who he plays with at some point. His father is the 'prince' of the forest because of how wise he is and is in the lead of things, so Bambi doesn't see his dad a lot and is cared for by his mom. But his mom is killed by a hunter when winter passes, and Bambi grows into an adult, develops a romantic relationship with the deer he had a crush on as a kid, fights over her with this deer who he had a rivalry with as a kid, and also the forest ends up burning down when a hunter goes in to do some hunting and Bambi nearly dies, but he survives and becomes the prince. He also has kids with the deer he's in a romance with. I'm considering making them animals like in the movie or just humans who live in a forest. But if whoever is in place of him is just a human here, they'll probably have this small condition where their legs are wobbly and as a result they tend to stumble and trip a lot.

[lilisouless]

Nikolai trowing a halloween party where the theme is "Disney villains" and the price for best costume involves kruge

Nikolai went as captain hook. As the judge he wanted to vote for himself but also will make sure he deserves it

Genya and David were the evil queen and the magic mirror. Genya will say "magic mirror on the wall" and David would say "you are" before she could finish the question everytime"

Nina, instead of having a pair costume with Matthias, Hanne or both, teamed up with Inej and went and Ursula and Vanessa. Inej is not sligthly bothered that she was to be with Nina the whole time in order for her costume to work

Hanne was Prince Hans, Nikolai was glad he ruled out that idea for himself

Jesper and Wylan made the day of Gaston x Lefou shippers. Also when Nikolai said Jesper was "too skinny for Gaston" Wylan argued he had the perfect baritone voice and both sang the Gaston theme just to prove their point

Kaz was completely focussed on getting the price for the kruge. So, for his Hades costume,instead of just dying his hair blue or getting a wig like a normal human being, he light on real blue flames on his head (over a liquid that would stop it from burning his skin) because he is THAT extra and dramatic.

Nadia and Tamar went as Yzma and Kronk. They wanted to go bigger so they convinced Leoni and Adrik (who did it very reclutantly) to be Kronk´s shoulder angel and devil (hey, it was better than the original idea when Nadia and he were Cinderella´s stepsisters)

Alina and Mal were almost disqualified for coming as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell instead of "villains" but they put the case that Tinkerbell tried to get a child killed out of jelaousy and Peter Pan kidnapped children himself and if those are not villains then what ist is?, so not only they got back into the competition, they also made a lot of people question their childhood.

Zoya was sure her Maleficent costume was going to make her the winner, isn't she the dragon queen after all?

Most people tought Tolya came as a raven in order to be Zoya´s companion, but he actually didn't got the theme memo and just wanted to be "The raven" from Edgar Allan Poe

Kuwei was actually close to winning, who would be as cruel and hated as Cruella de Vil?

Matthias actually won by coming as the hunter who killed Bambi´s mom, his price was worth all of the children that cried when they saw him. ("Is not a real deer head!" "it´s from a plushie and i will sew it later") Kaz was not happy at all because how the heck didn't ocurred to him?

[miscelunaaa]

love, lust, and life mushrooms | ksj

pairing: seokjin x f reader

genre: smut, humor, crack, the barest hint of angst, oneshot

summary: Jin has had a very specific fantasy for a long time, and he’s decided that he wants to make it a reality. Will your relationship be strong enough for the strain this puts on it? Or will the two of you come out of it stronger than ever?

rating: 18+

word count: 7k

warnings: Explicit sexual content consisting of role-play, oral sex (m & f receiving), face-fucking, dirty talk, use of a pet name, unprotected penetrative sex within an established relationship, squirting, mild degradation, inappropriate use of a princess peach costume, and use of a vibrating mario mustache. Also contains jokes about kink-shaming, swearing, minor domestic disputes, embarrassing gifts and phone calls in a work place, and discussions of bowser’s dilf status. No goombas were harmed in the making of this fic. 

notes: Here it is!! My first completed fic! This would not have been possible without the support of the NaNoWriMo server group! What started as an off-hand quip ended up turning into this whirlwind drafting process and um ... this is the result. I fucking appreciate every single on of you, and I hope you enjoy reading this. Much love!

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You and Seokjin had been dating for almost two years, and it had honestly been phenomenal thus far. You’d moved in with each other, you’d bought plants together, and had even considered adopting a dog together.  While it wasn’t perfect (indeed, no relationship is), it was definitely your strongest and most resilient relationship to date. You thought that the two of you could withstand any and all challenges that presented themselves to you. During a lazy Saturday breakfast, however, your boyfriend came to you with an absurd proposition that you couldn’t quite wrap your head around.

“You want me to pretend to be Peach. So you can fuck me as Mario.”

“Yes!”

“This is what your deepest, darkest fantasy is.”

“Yes.”

You pursed your lips and set down your fork. Breakfast would have to wait. “I thought you were a nerd. Not a …. Whatever this is.”

“What, this isn’t nerdy enough for you?”

“You stepped into freak territory as soon as you brought up me pretending to be Peach. Like, isn’t the game something you grew up playing?” Seokjin frowned and set down his own fork, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, why do you think I have a thing about big pink dresses? Peach was my sexual awakening.” His voice was serious and matter-of-fact. It was hard to tell if he was actually joking or not.

“I’ve never heard you talk about a pink dress fetish. Ever.”

“Well, you never asked.”

It’s not the most fucked up fantasy you’ve ever heard. In fact, it was really only mildly weird in the grand scheme of things. But it seemed so out of nowhere and he made it seem like a huge deal for him to be talking about it at all.

Seokjin had made it clear early on in your relationship that he had simple needs. He just wanted to feel connected to you, and you happened to feel the same way. You both had a desire for deep connection, and you’d worked hard together to forge it. You’ve never been bored in bed, and you‘ve never felt the need for the two of you to step things up because you both put each other first both in and outside of the bedroom.

“I guess … I was just expecting something weirder when you said you had a long-held fantasy involving beloved characters from your childhood.”

“What, like Disney prince shit? Please, that’s too expected. De-flowering a Disney princess isn’t a turn on for me. Unless Ariel’s going to stay a fish … then we’ll talk.”

You shot him a look of exasperation. “We’re going to come back to that, but don’t change the subject! I know your tastes aren’t that simple. I was just expecting something more like, I don’t know, you being the hunter and me being Bambi’s mom kind of thing.”

“Ugh, Y/N, I draw the line at actual homicide. Homicide is way freakier than a canon video game couple.”

“Mario kills Bowser to get into Peach’s panties at the end of each game.”

“Bowser doesn’t count as homicide! He’s evil! And not human! Homicide only counts for—”

“Excuse you, Bowser’s basically a dilfy CEO! He has goals, resources, and an empire, plus he’s a great dad!”

“He violates child labor laws! I’m pretty sure the goombas are trying to unionize and overthrow the bourgeoisie, which would be, you guessed it, Bowser! Yeah,” he snorted, his words dripping with sarcasm, “Real dilf material right there.”

“Are you trying to kink shame me?” you teased.

“You started by dissing my Mario and Peach fantasy!”

“I did not diss your fantasy. I just called it weird!”

“Exactly! And what, pray tell, is the practical difference between making fun of me for a fantasy and kink shaming me?”

You’re silent for a moment, rubbing your temples with your fingertips. He’d always had a really chaotic sense of humor, so you were waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Seokjin reveal that he was just making everything up in an elaborate prank to get you to agree to something a little more mundane.

“Seokjin, are you absolutely serious about making this fantasy a reality?”

“Yes,” he said, without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fine. You have a week to convince me that this’ll be worth the embarrassment of being a basically worthless character for the sake of your pleasure. Can I eat my breakfast now?”

“Deal! Calendar out your Saturday, Peach, because you’re about to visit the Mushroom Kingdom,” he said, his lips quirking up in a half smile, his eyes narrowing slyly.

“I … fucking hate you. So much.”

“You won’t when you’re screaming ‘Mario’ in ecstasy.”

“Seokjin, Jesus, I’m trying to eat here.”

Throughout the following week, Seokjin left you gifts that signaled his full intent to live out his fantasy and that you were going to be an integral part of it.

On Monday, you found a pair of red kitten heels tucked next to your shoes on your side of the closet. You thought they’d been a nice gesture, until you realized that right, Princess Peach wears red heels. How nice, how wonderful that your sweet boyfriend had the wherewithal to give you low heels so as to fulfill the prompt but keep you comfortable.

You hated the fact that you actually kind of liked them, and you hated it even more when you tried them on only to discover that they fit perfectly. You hated it most when you wore them to work that day and they were comfortable enough to keep wearing all day. To your chagrin, you even ended up getting compliments on them.

On Tuesday, you received a plushie-gram while sitting in your cubicle at work. All of your coworkers thought it was so cute that Seokjin had sent you a fifteen-inch Invincibility Star plush. What a thoughful gesture! You must love video games! Their praise rang hollow because they didn’t get the chance to read the card that came with it before you threw it out.

This is so we can keep going all night, Princess.

No wonder the delivery boy had given you a strange look as you signed for the gift.

On Wednesday, you came home cranky and irritated after having a hellish day at work. All you wanted was a hot shower and a really cold beer, perhaps even paired together. You’d already grabbed a beer from the fridge, and had left your clothes in a little trail behind you, leading to the bathroom. You had the water running, you’d already popped the tab on your beer can, when suddenly, there came a knock at the bathroom door.

You opened it, expecting it to be Seokjin, loosening his tie and looking to get a hello kiss after getting home. Honestly, you could use one, after the day you’d had. But, instead:

“What the fuck is that thing on your face?”

Seokjin smiled, his top lip obscured by a large, soft-touch silicone mustache that looked suspiciously like that of a certain Italian plumber. It was strapped to his face with a thin elastic band.

“A-you like it? I’ve-a been thinking about a-growing one out.” The Mario-esque lilt he spoke with was infuriating.

“God, Jin, please, no. Not the Mario shit today. I’ve been getting screamed at by clients all day—“

“But-a baaaabe, it a-vibrates.”

“… It does what now?”

Alright, fine, the mustache was actually very nice! You couldn’t not try it after being told of its real use! You’d even tried to subtly ask your boyfriend to use it on you again after going to bed that night, but Seokjin just chuckled and said that you’d have to wait until Saturday.

On Thursday, you received a call while sitting in the break room for lunch, surrounded by your peers. You made to stand up and take it out in the hall, but your work friends stopped you, saying that it was totally fine. Seokjin was legendary around the office after the plushie incident; all of your friends wanted to congratulate him on being super cute for sending you things while you were at work. None of their own boyfriends had a romantic bone in their bodies. You didn’t have the balls to tell them the real reason he had sent the plushie.

“Hi Seokjin,” you said into your phone.

“Hi princess, how’s your day going?” You were ashamed to admit that a little shiver went down your spine at his use of the pet name.

“It’s fine so far, I’m on lunch right now.” You had to fight to keep your voice neutral and unaffected.

“Ah, okay. Am I on speaker?”

“No. Why?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m looking at your dress for Saturday and that I can wait to fuck your sweet, wet cunt while you wear it.”

You sat in silence for a moment, his words making your body freeze even though all you felt was white hot heat passing through your veins. Your whole body throbbed in time with your pulse. Jin had never really been particularly explicit with regards to sex before; while he was generally vocal, he wasn’t really one for dirty talk, and you had never really formed an opinion on it otherwise. This change in his attitude over the past several days was beginning to deeply affect you. Apparently your silence was conspicuous; your friends stopped talking and turned to look at your stunned face, one by one.

Minji, your cubicle mate, leaned forward a little bit, looking concerned. “Everything all right, Y/N? You look flushed.”

Jin’s voice came through your phones ear piece shortly after, “Y/N, are you with people right now?”

You took in a deep breath before speaking slowly. “Yes Jin, like I said, I’m at lunch.”

“Oh my god, that’s fucking amazing.” You could hear him laughing hysterically on the other side of the line, his squeaks making it sound like he was washing a window with a squeegee.

“Anything else, babe?” You said sharply, your voice high and tense.

“No, princess, I’m just excited to bend you over and make you mine, that’s all.”

“I’ll see you at home. Bye!” you said quickly, and hung up on him. You then excused yourself to go sit at your desk in horny silence for the rest of the afternoon.

You thought, foolishly, that Friday was going to pass without incident. Seokjin had been surprisingly normal in all of your conversations over text during the day. Mostly just talking about what the two of you were going to cook for meals over the weekend, any errands one or the other needed to make before going home, and other simple, domestic matters. He asked you to stop at the grocery store for a few things (mushrooms, obviously, thyme, and a pint of heavy cream), and asked if you had any requests from the wine store (Sauvignon Blanc, pretty please). Farely standard couple stuff, you thought.

As the day wore on, you found yourself tensing up in anticipation of another weird, Mario-themed moment hitting without any warning. When you started packing your things, you began to relax a little. At least, this time, it wouldn’t happen at work. Your boyfriend’s deeply held fantasy would remain a secret, at least for now.

On your way home, you stopped for the groceries Seokjin had requested, and then stopped at your apartment’s managing office to pick up a package you’d gotten a notification for.

You’d been expecting maybe a little box from your friend overseas, or maybe a little something from Jin’s parents. You were NOT expecting there to be a huge cube shaped box that was going to require you and your property manager working together to lug it up the stairs.

When he asked you, jokingly, what it was, you just replied, “I don’t know actually, Seokjin must have ordered it.” And it was the truth; you had no idea what the item in the box was, but you had a suspicion that it was related to a certain beloved video game. Your body tensed at the thought, wondering what on earth your boyfriend could have ordered that was this massive. Once you’d dragged the thing into your apartment and cut open the box, you found out.

It was a giant question mark block, rendered in high density foam and a plush, high-quality fabric. The shipping manifest said that it was custom made specifically for Kim Seokjin by a reputed sex furniture maker, and that the cover could be taken off and washed hot, ensuring years of safe use.

This was beginning to verge on too much. As you were reading over the shipping slip again, you heard a rustling at the front door, then a key being slipped into the lock and turned. The door opened to reveal Seokjin, still in his suit from work, his briefcase slung over his shoulder. Folded over his arm were two garment bags; one of them so full of something that you were sure it was going to burst open at any moment.

Your boyfriend’s face lit up when he saw the golden cube sitting on the floor in your living room. “I thought it wasn’t going to get here in time!”

“When did you custom order a piece of sex furniture? Custom?? In a week???” Your voice was beginning to rise in pitch again. You had so many questions about this literal fucking cube.

He looked at the floor bashfully for a moment, before batting his eyelashes a little to make himself look endearing. “Three months ago,” he said quietly. “I got the shipping notification last Friday.”

Stunned into silence, you let yourself sink to the floor to sit amongst the torn cardboard and plastic from shipping the fuck-cube. Seokjin’s brow furrowed, and he laid the garment bags over the back of a chair and set his bag down before kneeling next to you.

“Is everything alright, babe?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, “I guess I just didn’t realize how serious you were about this … thing.”

“Fantasy,” he corrected.

“Whatever.” The word came out more harshly than you intended. Seokjin’s face fell immediately, and you swore under your breath. “That was saltier than it needed to be, I’m sorry.”

“What’s the problem, Y/N?” he asked gently.

“It’s this whole Mario thing,” you said, “It’s one thing to hold on to a fantasy as a secret. People do that all the time. It’s another thing to keep it a secret but buy things for it behind my back. That’s not how our relationship works.”

“I buy things without asking you all the time!” Seokjin sat back on his heels, crossing his arms. His full lips were pressed into a line in frustration. “And so do you! Remember when you bought that huge monstera a few weeks ago?”

“Jin, that’s a plant! And I told you as soon as I came home! How could I possibly even try to hide Joonie from you?”

“But you still bought it without telling me, and it plus the pot cost one hundred and fifty bucks!”

“It’s a plant, Jin. Not sex equipment. How were you going to hide this damn fuck-cube from me?”

“Well, that’s the thing, I wasn’t actually hiding it! You just beat me home to it! And last I checked, you agreed to wear the costume and do the fantasy with me.”

“What were you going to do with this if I said no?”

“That’s the thing, Y/N! You said yes!”

“Yeah well, I’m about to say no! This is fucking weird Jin! It’s! Fucking! Weird!” you spat. “Why would you hide buying shit from me? What else are you hiding?”

Seokjin’s face fell, his frown riddled with hurt. “Why would you say yes if you didn’t want to do it?”

“Why did you hide this from me?” You repeated, the words wavering as they left your lips.

He shifted so that he could sit on the floor with his legs crossed. His let his hands idly fiddle with his pant hem, and you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact with you. “Sometimes there are just things that I buy that I can’t really tell you about,” he said quietly, “You always find out about them eventually, I promise.”

You felt the strong facade you’d thrown up starting to crumble. “I can’t fucking believe you. I tell you about everything, and you can’t even give me a heads up about buying a fucking foam cube for this fucking fantasy.” You stood, smoothing your pencil skirt, tears beginning to run down your cheeks. “That’s fine, I guess,” your voice shook as you tried to remain composed, “If that’s the standard we’re holding ourselves to, here’s how the evening is going to go: I’m going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. I don’t really care what you do because oh, right, I guess you’re not obligated to tell me.”

You left Seokjin sitting in a pile of shipping detritus, not bothering to look back at him as you turned in for the night.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt like you’d been hit by a freight train. You’d slept terribly, being so used to sleeping next to Seokjin that sleeping without him was a challenge. You’d been haunted by dreams of his sad brown eyes, his expression the same in your sleep as the one you’d seen him wear during your fight the day before. It was agonizing, and the hurt on his face still lingered in your mind as you got up for the day.

It was early, but not so early that your boyfriend wouldn’t be up already, or so you thought. When you left the spare bedroom, you saw that he wasn’t up, and that the main bedroom door was still closed.

He’d cleaned up the apartment while you were asleep. The cardboard from the package was gone, and the groceries you’d left on the table when you’d gotten home last night were put away. It even looked like he’d vacuumed the carpets and wiped down the kitchen counters. The garment bags, you noticed, were still hung over the chair, and the cube was tucked into a corner behind the couch, but otherwise the apartment looked like it did any other Saturday morning.

You sighed inwardly. It was like this any time you had a fight. One of you would inevitably storm off for a few hours, and the other would stress clean while the two of you weren’t talking. You’d probably stressed him out even more by not coming back for the night to talk things through.

Seokjin was not a dishonest man, so even if your trust in him had been rattled a little by what had happened yesterday, you didn’t actually think he was hiding things from you. He liked giving you gifts, and he rarely even hinted at them before letting you suddenly find them tucked into your work bag or your coat pocket. It had just never been something as big as a custom-made piece of sex furniture before.

As you thought about it, you found yourself forgiving him. You knew he wouldn’t ever lie to you, and you knew that if he was withholding information, like purchases, it was so that the surprise could be kept until it was time to give it to you. You had done the same thing from time to time, albeit less successfully. You were always been terrible at keeping secrets, even your own.

You reached over and unzipped one of the garment bags. Inside, there was a pair of dark denim overalls and a deep red turtleneck sweater. You chuckled to yourself; the turtleneck was designer. Typical Jin. He’d bought something that he could wear casually after it was used in a kinky escapade. He hated spending money on things that could only be used once. You zipped the bag back up and set it aside so that you could wrangle the other bag on top of the table to unzip. The skirts for the dress he’d gotten you must have been significant in volume, because the zipper was still straining, even when the bag wasn’t fighting against gravity to stay closed.

The dress practically popped out of the bag as you unzipped it, the frilly pink skirt bursting out as you lowered the zip. While his costume had seemed practical to the point of being subdued, the gown he’d gotten you was maximalist and it was very evidently a Peach dress.

You’d been expecting some shitty polyester thing that people wear for Halloween once and then let live on in perpetuity in a landfill. But this … this was extra as hell. You were almost surprised that it didn’t have a hoop skirt. All of the volume was created by several layers of tulle, which was then covered by a pink satin overskirt. While it probably wasn’t as full as what some cosplayers might style it to be, you were impressed that it had fit in the garment bag at all. The bodice was made with the same pink satin, as were the large, puffy cap-sleeves. It even had the darker pink hip accents and a teal plastic jewel on the chest. The overall effect was simple, but it was clear what the dress was and it was emphatically clear that Seokjin had dropped a hefty chunk of cash on it.

That asshole had probably gotten the dress custom too. Your heart sank a little, thinking about how much effort he’d put into doing this; he’d wanted to get it right and make it special for the both of you. He’d been planning it for months, and instead of being willing to try and make his fantasy a reality, you’d made fun of him and got insecure about your relationship. Some girlfriend you were.

No, you told yourself, this wasn’t the end of the world. You could make this right. You could apologize, and you were going to do it the right way.

You were going to put the fucking Peach dress on and you were going to fuck Seokjin until he saw power stars.

Seokjin’s night had been rough to say the least. Nothing had gone right and anything he’d had planned for the weekend (a lot, thanks for asking), went up in flames within ten minutes of getting home. He thought that he’d eased you into his fantasy pretty well throughout the week! He thought he’d done a good job, and that you’d be excited for the surprises you had in store. But that had all gone to shit with the question mark block. Maybe it was too much, maybe that explained why your face had had that look of irritation about it that you always had when something was going unexpected directions.

Then you’d accused him of hiding things from you, and he absolutely hated that he’d made you feel that way.

After you’d stormed off, Jin had cleaned up the apartment, like he often did when the two of you had an argument. It was stress reducing, as it often was. But by the time he’d sat down on the couch with a cup of herbal tea, he was beginning to get anxious. You hadn’t come out from the spare room, which meant you were still angry, and that the two of you couldn’t resolve things yet.

He gave it another hour, before going to bed with a heavy heart, not that sleep came immediately anyway. He’d tossed and turned for a few hours before taking your pillow and clutching it to his chest, inhaling your scent. He’d fucked up. All he wanted was to cuddle it out and say he was sorry, but that would have to wait until morning.

He was not expecting to wake up with you laying on top of the covers, your head propped up by a gloved hand, a rich pink dress flowing down your figure. You were even wearing the shoes he’d gotten you earlier in the week.

It took him a few blinks to realize that it was really you; that you really were laying in the bed you’d bought together, wearing the Peach dress he’d commissioned from the kind lady who tailored his suits with the opera gloves and the red shoes and even the stupid little clip-on earrings he’d gotten.

His cock throbbed under the covers, but he said nothing as he rubbed the sleep his eyes just to make sure he wasn’t having one of his weird wet dreams again. Pink satin suited you better than he could have ever imagined.

“Good morning, Mario,” you said breathily, making your voice seem higher and more delicate than it actually was. Were you really doing this for him? Right now? The night after a big fight? Fuck, what did he ever do to deserve you?

“Morning, princess.” His voice was low with sleep and rumbled in his chest, decidedly un-Mario like.

“You were just so tired after rescuing me from Bowser’s Castle that I decided to let you sleep,” you continued, “But really, Mario, I can’t wait to thank you for saving me any longer.” Your gloved hand was tracking little circles on his forearm, raising goosebumps from his flesh with ease.

“Fuck,” Seokjin said under his breath, his entire body on fire with the need to sink his length within you.

“That’s what I was thinking, Mario, I’m so glad we agree.”

“Why are you so good at that voice?”

“What voice? This is just how I speak, Mario.”

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, you can drop character from time to time, don’t be weird.”

“Jin, I’m just trying to make this special. I fucked up last night, I’m sorry.” you sighed, chest heavy with the weight of your words. “I felt insecure and I took it out on you instead of talking to you about it.”

His hand cupped your face. “It’s okay, princess. I should have communicated better too. Me withholding a surprise shouldn’t make you feel like that.”

There was a beat of silence as you looked at each other, knowing full well that you’d be okay, even after the fight you’d had last night. The two of you always made it through.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Very soon after you’d apologized to your boyfriend and he’d returned it with his own apology, you were pulling him from the covers to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Wow, Peach, I never expected you to be so eager for this. After all, you’re always at that guy’s house.” He pulled off his shirt as he threw his legs over the edge of the mattress.

You rolled your eyes. It was just like him to start making dumb jokes right as you were about to give him a blow job, but you decided to play along.

“I told you, Mario,” you said sweetly, “Bowser’s just a friend.” You started to untie his pajama pants and pull them down. He lifted his hips briefly to speed up the process, his thick erection bobbing up against his abdomen once it was free.

“Fine princess, I believe you,” He winked down at you as you settled on your knees between his legs and started to kiss your way up his thighs.

“Hey, babe,” he said through gritted teeth as you gave the head of his cock a little peck, “Do you think you can make the warp pipe noise as you do down on me?”

You broke immediately. “Ugh, god, Jin! Do you want head or not?”

“It’s my fantasy, Peach!!” His full lips sank into an exaggerated pout as he looked down at you, mirth in his eyes.

“Jin, I—“

He wiggled his hips in your face, his length swaying in front of you. “Peeeeeach, my toadstool needs you.”

“Did you just …?”

“Yes,” Jin smirked at you, “You have a problem with that?”

“Not if you let me moan like Toad when we actually fuck in a bit.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before relenting, letting you take his throbbing erection in his mouth.

“Ah, shit,” Jin sighed, one of his hands coming up to hold your hair back as you let your mouth sink further down, feeling the weight of his cock on your tongue

“Not going to use your hands, princess?” You still had the white opera gloves on, and wanted to challenge yourself to do this hands free. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his as he reached back with his other hand to comb more hair away from your face. You gave the best nod you could with his cock in your mouth. Jin let a low laugh escape him.

“Gonna let me just fuck your mouth as thanks for saving you, hm?” Your core clenched at his words. Fuck, maybe this fantasy was working better for you than you expected.

You felt his grip on your hair tighten as he prepared to push himself further into your mouth. “Tap on my legs three times if you need me to pull out, princess. Show me you can do it now.” You did as he asked, placing a gloved hand on his thigh and tapping it with your finger three times.

“That’s my girl,” he said, before slowly lowering your head further onto his cock. Your body was beginning to feel hot, your cunt clenching on nothing, and growing wetter and wetter by the second.

The stretch was incredible as your jaw opened to accommodate him, his head hitting the back of your throat. He always started like this, taking things slow to make sure that you could handle it before he fucked your face.

“Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good. Bet you fucking love this,” he said as he gave a little thrust to test the waters. You responded by swallowing when his cock hit the back of your throat again. The sudden tightness made him buck even further into your mouth, so that your nose was now touching the fine, curled hairs at the base of his length.

He held you there for a moment, his abdominal muscles pulled taut, his head thrown back so that all you could see was the thick column of his neck and his chin, his broad shoulders stretching to the edge of your vision. As you looked up, you felt tears begin to spill down your cheeks. You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose when he looked down at you. His eyes were blown black with lust, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat; the deep eye contact sent a fresh wave of heat to your core.

“Fuck.” Jin started moving in earnest now, his little thrusts ensuring that wouldn’t leave your throat. His voice was almost a growl. “Take it princess, just fucking take it. I bet you get yourself kidnapped by that fucking loser just so you can be used as my cock sleeve when I save you.”

You let a little moan out at his words while he fucked your face. He groaned with the vibrations, stilling for a moment before beginning to move again. God it felt incredible to be used like this, to let him use you for this fantasy of his. He’d never talked this much during sex before, and you didn’t think you could go back to vanilla moans after this.

Suddenly, he pulled you off of his length, taking care to be gentle with his hands still in your hair.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered as he stood up. “Hands and knees, princess, facing away from me.”

You stumbled up onto the bed, the skirts around your legs making it difficult to find a position on the mattress that didn’t pull at the bodice of the dress. But you managed to settle in, and waited for Jin to decide what he wanted to do next.

Abruptly, you felt him start rustling through the tulle, lifting up the fabric and letting it fall over your back, leaving your ass and core exposed. He pulled on your hips, moving you so that your feet hung off the bed but your knees stayed stable on the mattress. You let your shoes fall off and hit the carpeted floor with two dull thuds.

“No panties, princess?” Jin chuckled, a hand falling on your ass to deliver a little smack. “You really knew exactly what I would ask for as a reward for saving you.”

You felt him drag a few fingers across your slit, flicking against your swollen nub as he did so. You let out a moan as the pleasure flitted through you.

“Mmmm, that sensitive already? You really liked sucking my cock that much?”

“Yes, Mario, I loved it,” you moaned as he placed two of his crooked fingers on each side of your clit and started rubbing, just the way you liked. He groaned when you referred to him by the plumber’s name. The sound made you clench around nothing.

“I knew you’d fucking love this,” he said with a little laugh. You turned your head a little to smile at him, but saw that he’d already sunk to his knees, obscured by your voluminous skirts.

He started with a long, wet swipe that went from your clit to the anterior of your folds. Your whole body shuddered, and you let your torso fall to the bed so that you could arch your back and really present your pussy to him. You felt yourself gush fresh wetness onto him as he spread your slit and flattened his tongue out to lick you again.

“Fuck, princess,” Jin said in between long, rough licks, “You taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy out all day.” You started moving your hips to try to get more friction against his face as he stuck his tongue straight in your hot, wet heat. God, he was so good at this, but you needed more. You needed him inside you. Fucking yourself onto his face wasn’t enough.

“Mario, please,” you whined.

“Please what, princess?” Jin stopped his oral ministrations and placed two fingers on your clit again, and started rubbing it in little circles. The sensations made your toes curl.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. I need your cock.” You never thought you’d talk like this in bed, but through the haze of your lust, it just came naturally. You needed Jin fucking you right now. You needed it more than you needed air or sunlight.

“Well, since you asked so nicely …” You heard Jin stand behind you, giving your ass cheek a little peck as he rose.

Your breath caught as you felt the head of his length at your entrance. He sank in slowly, so slowly that it almost hurt as he stretched your tight walls with his thickness. Once he bottomed out, his hips meeting your ass, he swore.

“Oh my god, how are you this fucking tight?”

“Mariooooo …” You let out a keening whine, clenching around him. You felt him throbbing within you.

He groaned at the pressure on his cock. “Please, Y/N, stop. I’m trying not to blow it all right here and now.” Your boyfriend’s hands had found their way to your hips, somewhere beneath all the pink tulle and satin. He was gripping you so tightly that it felt like you might bruise.

Suddenly, he pulled out, and sank back into your heat, all in one quick movement. Your vision went white, and you let out a cry as the head of his cock hit spots you didn’t even know existed. You weren’t sure if he’d ever felt this big before.

“Holy shit,” Jin panted, a hand moving to the small of your back. “Are you okay?”

“Shut up and do it again, plumber.”

He laughed, and bucked his hips into you again. “Fuck, I love you.”

Each slap of his hips against your ass had you seeing fireworks. His thick length hit every single spot you wanted it to, and then some. But that’s not all he had in store. You felt him lean over you, his chest pressing through the skirts, and then suddenly, a familiar buzz at your clit as he pushed himself deep within your cunt and started grinding up into your pussy.

“Fuck,” you screamed, the stimulation verging on too much. He’d never used a vibrator on you himself. You’d always had a better angle for it and knew better than he did where you needed it most. But fuck if he didn’t know how to use that fucking mustache; it was going make to you come for the second time this week.

“Think you can come with me, princess?”

Your walls were already beginning to tighten around his cock, the squeeze had him groaning and swearing as he continued to grind into you, pressing the vibrator up into your clit. You let out a high, shrill moan; it was coming too soon for you to hold it off any longer.

“That’s it, princess, make a mess on me.”

Jin stopped moving his hips for a moment as your orgasm hit you like a rogue wave, making your entire body shudder as your hot walls clamped down on his length. You felt a burst of wetness start leaking down your thighs as you crested the wave, your legs weak and trembling, your cries of ecstasy letting everyone in the adjacent apartments know that Jin had just given you the orgasm of a lifetime. He dropped the vibrator when your cries turned to whimpers, letting your body twitch with the aftershocks.

Only when you turned your head to look at him did he take off fucking into you at a fantastic pace. He only lasted a minute longer before his hips stuttered and he buried himself in your cunt one more time before spilling hot white streaks of cum all over your velvet heat. His moans as he emptied himself inside you were exquisite, making you clench around him at his most sensitive.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as he stepped away from you and threw himself on the bed, truly spent.

“Same,” you groaned, pushing yourself forward onto the mattress so you could properly lay down.

“Is that the best sex we’ve ever had? I feel like that’s the best sex we’ve ever had.”

You smiled as you turned to him, ignoring the fact that his cum was beginning to leak out and onto the dress. After all, that’s what it was for. “Yeah, honestly, I think so too. I’m sorry I doubted your fantasy.” Your voice was quiet, a little hoarse from from having his dick shoved down your throat.

Jin leaned over and gave you a kiss with his plush lips. It was reassuring, making a fresh warmth spread through your body. There really was no one else like him; he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He broke away, pushing his hair out of his eyes, and stretched towards his bedside table, his bare back to you. You hadn’t really realized that he’d been the naked one the whole time.

“Um, Y/N, there was something else I bought that I didn’t tell you about,” he said as he pulled open the drawer to the table and took something out of it. You couldn’t see what.

“Oh?” You were still a little lost in your post-orgasm haze, body still trembling as you came down from the high.

“Yeah,” he moved closer to you, his fist closed tightly. He stretched out by your side, resting his head in the palm of his free hand. “Yesterday, when I said that sometimes I couldn’t tell you about the things I buy, I had more something in mind.” He was looking at you now, with those big brown eyes of his, a few errant strands of hair falling into his face as he looked down at you in your Peach dress.

“Seokjin,” you said, your heart was beginning to pound in your ears. “What’s in your hand?”

He held out his closed fist and opened it slowly. In his palm was a little ring, white gold with a tastefully sized stone set in little tiny prongs. He’d picked your favorite color, and it shined in the morning light that streamed through the curtains.

“Y/N, you make me happy,” he said simply. “We’ve talked about getting married before, and I saw the ring a month ago while I was visiting that jeweler client and it just felt right to get it, even if it didn’t feel like quite the right time to give it to you yet.”

You felt your eyes beginning to fill with tears, your vision swimming as you tried to keep them from falling.

“You dumb idiot, this is what you were hiding from me??”

Your boyfriend smiled shyly at you. “Yes.”

“When were you going to ask me?” You were sitting up now, the trembling from your orgasm turning into vibrations of excitement. You started to pull the long opera glove from your left hand.

“Tonight, actually, after making you dinner.”

“And you kept this a secret for a whole fucking month??”

“I kept the question mark block a secret for three,” he shrugged, moving to hold the ring carefully between his thumb and forefinger. “So, what do you say, Y/N? Will you be the Peach to my Mario?”

You leaned forward and planted a kiss on his velvet lips while holding out your left hand. He slipped it onto your ring finger. It was a perfect fit.

“Only if you promise to save me every time Bowser kidnaps me.”

Jin’s laughter pealed through the bedroom, squeaky and delightful, only subsiding when you grabbed his face to steal another kiss. You giggled as he pushed you back onto the bed so that he could slot between your legs, grinding his freshly hard length into your folds, his hands grasping your waist through your tight, pink bodice.

“Mmmmm looks like I’m ready to go again, princess,” he purred.

“Me too, Mario,” you replied with a wink. “We should go get that question block.”

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posted: 11.15.2022. updated: 5.17.2022.

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OMG THE BAMBI ONE😭

My family hunts too so every time I watched that movie my dad and I pretend to be the hunter that killed Bambi’s mom

Bro that’s literally the realest thing-

When my brother and I were younger, my grandfather would have dead deers hanging up to like drain and stuff y’know? And we’d play with the hooves and move its legs around-

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Thinking about it, it feels so significant that Will has never shared a scene with his own dad. Not even in flash back. We get multiple scenes talking ABOUT Lonnie and his relationship with Will, but we never actually see them interact. Not a thing. I wonder if there's going to be something obviously off when we finally see them interact, like the vibe Brenner has with El.

Oh, 100% . I agree! Not showing Will & Lonnie interact until s4- the possible season that may allude to Will's powers & past tra*ma (with his dad) being the cause of certain supernatural creatures and human characters being brought into existence ... would make sense.

The demogorgan /Brenner/Lonnie all being in s1-and all returning in s4 is (most likely) intentional. Especially with all the parallels they shared in s1. Brenner=papa. And in s1, as the demogorgan (called 'deep father") chased Will, El was chased by 'papa', and Lonnie came back into the picture. And in s1- the demogorgan attacks a deer (Jonathan mentions his dad forcing him to kill a rabbit/being sad cause he liked the deer-film bambi. The demogorgon also attacks Jonathan while holding a bat & when Will was holding Lonnie's gun. Both things : hunting/baseball were taught by Lonnie. Lonnie can even mean "lion" & "oak tree". Nancy says the demogorgan is "like a lion...eating the deer". She saw the demogorgan eating the deer-via a portal in a tree.

Possessed creel is eyeless , and like the 'eyeless-demonic-demogorgan-father'. The rumors in the s4 paper say either Victor or a 'demon' did it. Even if Creel is innocent and it was the demogorgon or because Creel was possessed... the parallel  between Victor Creel and the demogorgon (deep father) is still apparent.Lonnie - Will's dad- will probably return in s4 .(Will in s3 was even called 'devil's baby' cause Lonnie is similarly a symbolical 'demonic father'' (Like Creel/demorgorgon). Creel's son is an artist like Will. And creel's daughter, Alice (like jonathan) sees a dead rabbit. El's room at Terry's house has the white rabbit from 'Alice in wonderland'- and in s1 the song 'white rabbit' (referencing the novel) plays as Brenner & El see eachother. Max also has a rabbit figurine in her room / Billy's surname "hargrove" means "groove filled with rabbits" And Billy is a nickname for Will-iam.El's mom and aunt's name mean 'huntress' and 'snare'(hunting trap)-and Lonnie is a hunter. Jane -is a feminine form of jonathan, the caananite god El/demogogan both mean 'father', Lonnie /Elenor's names having the same meaning, in s2 the lyric "my name is Willie mccoy' plays as it pans to El. The rainbow & sunflowers- are even connected to the byers, It’s possible Brenner is also working at the pethurst where Creel is now presently, in s4. I could literally go on and on. Like even Hopper has dead deer in his s2-3 cabin, and a deer painting in his trailer in s1.And be made a rabbit pun in s3. And was paralleled to the other dads (via the sinister door symbolism).Plus ...all the sinister flower symbolism of Brenner/ Lonnie/ Neil / Creel (and the demogorgan's face being a flower shape)? Like ... I could list like 30 other parallels-but lol just ... I've said it a 100 times XD .

Honestly... s4 will probably have Lonnie, Creel, Brenner (papa), demogorgan (deep father)... and i'm also worried about if Neil (who has been paralleled to Lonnie via baseball) is still around... and how he is towards Max...

I also discussed how very OFF Lonnie is with jonathan in my " Jonathan & Lonnie analysis ". (There was a lot to un-pack there... Poor jonathan). Ugh I'm just expecting something awful when Lonnie comes back... a lot of drama I'm sure.