#minnie pi

[quietfounder]

I'm completely back on my Mickey Mouse cartoon idea. In fact, I'm gonna go back and re-tag all my posts about it with #PI Mouse AU so it'll be easier to find.

I have so much to say about this au, but for now here are some incorrect quotes that could be an insight into the characters.

Mortimer: You might not know this, Mickey, but I am a flawed person.

Mickey, deadpan: I do know that.

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Morty, attacking Ferdie with a hug: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Ferdie: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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*Cyrus is my oc that is Mickey's pilot sometimes*

Cyrus: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this.

Mickey: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.

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Gloomy: In light of what you did for me… you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Stacey, pulling him into a massive hug: Forty-five seconds?!

Gloomy, already struggling: NO! FOUR TO FIVE SECONDS!

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Mortimer: I’m an idiot.

Felicity: …

Mickey: …

Minnie: …

Cyrus: …

Mortimer: …

Felicity: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

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Morty: Wow! Ferdie made you cry?

Mortimer, tearing up: Yes, and he said some really mean things that are only partly true.

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*Years earlier*

Felicity: Why don’t you go talk to her?

Mickey, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Felicity: What? So you go tell Minnie she's cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Mickey: She could hear me!

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*Could be seen as continuation from previous*

Mickey, shyly: Imagine getting paid for being cute.

Minnie, smiling brightly: You’d be rich.

Mickey, blushing: I-I, um-

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Mortimer: Oh look, Mickey’s last nerve.

Mortimer: …

Mortimer: I'm gonna touch it.

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Stacey: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Mortimer: Okay?

Stacey: …

Stacey: …

Stacey: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

[authorhjk1]

December special stories

December 1st: Public punishment

(Yujin X Wonyoung X Male Reader)

December 8th: Heaven on earth

(Minnie X Miyeon X Male Reader)

December 15th: A queen's night

( IU X Irene X Karina X Yujin X Yeji)

December 22nd: [JUX-794] Mischievous teacher Kang Seulgi, after school ganbang! Lots of cream pies!

(Seulgi X Male Students ft. TripleS Kotone)

December 29th: Idol competition part II

(Seulgi X IU X ? X ?)

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Vernon and Chan's solution to love triangles

Series

Pairing: vernon x afab!reader x chan

Genre: smut

Word count: 4.3k

tags: friends to lovers, bi/pan poly, queer dynamics, mlm content, dirty talking, praise kink, spanking, clit slapping, pet names (doll, baby), ass play, double pen., spitting, fingering, oral (giving and recieveing), throat bulge kink, cum eating, face sitting, couch sex, desk sex, unprotective sex, cream pies, no respect for someone else's private space lol

Summary: Nobody fucking like love triangles, especially you. So what was the perfect solution to that problem? You guessed it.

author note: it's pride so this is pretty gay, enjoyyyyy

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan

Sometimes being told that your best friend has these intense, overpowering feelings for you other than a friend would has teh potential to change teh trajectory of your dynamic. Being told that it was both your best friends that have these feelings was just internal chaos. Chan and Vernon usually weren’t like that. Since learning about those things, it’s been hard to breathe, suffocating even, especially at a party where the air was a limited quantity.

“Another drink?”

You hand Vernon your solo cup to fill and he refreshes it with ice cold beer, softly smiling back at you. He hands it back to you, your fingers grazing his, and natural electricity runs over his skin. “Thanks.”

“A-anytime.” He stutters.

Vernon hasn’t been himself since his confession. He’s been walking on eggshells waiting for an answer, and he doesn’t doubt that Chan is going through the same. They both agreed to let you take your time and would not resent you for the answer you give. Still, a selfish side of him hoped it’d be him.

Chan joins you both soon enough leaning close to your ear, whispering a gentle “Hi,” before back hugging you. You let out light chuckles before grasping his forearms, and greeting him back. Vernon stands a foot away, envious of Chan’s openness and courage that Vernon only imagines having. 

What Vernon doesn’t know is Chan can only get that far pretending he knows what to do, when in fact it’s the opposite. His guess is just as good as his best friend's. He has no idea who you’d choose in the end. He only knows that he has to act fast.

“Dance with me,” he requests, waiting for your nod of approval before he sweeps you away to the center of the room and leaves Vernon behind.

You feel the safety of Chan’s broad build taking up the space behind you, grazing the sensitivity of your arms as he sways you to the beat of the music. You allow him to guide you, tickling the nape of your neck with his breath scented with confectioners sugars. You hum in delight, throwing your head against his shoulder as you drink in the air. To which, Chan can't help but be dazzled by you, mesmerized by the energy you exude. 

“I know you wanted to take your time in making a decision and I respect that but I hope you don’t mind me doing some convincing,” His hands find home on your body, dragging them by your sides, and settling on your hips. You lightly gasp, fingers curling up in uncertainty, yet you felt no desire to part ways. You can only focus on the alluring deep rasp of his voice, “You look so fucking incredible tonight.”

“You too, Chan,” you say with a small smile, feeling him only wrap tighter around you. You involuntarily moan as he presses you deeper against his front side, feeling the shape of his bulge nudge you. You can practically feel your arousal pool between your legs, threatening to leave the sanctity of your walls. Your bodies melt into each until you’re one, succumbing to Chan’s body language that speaks in pure unbridled lust. You visibly swoon, falling deeper into the spell of the man whose smile glows brighter than the stars in the night sky.

 His lips seductively trail against your neck, “We’re like magic together. Don’t you think so?”

You can feel a confirmation come up your throat until someone places themself in front of you. To your shock, Vernon stands before you and takes your hands, letting them come against his neck. “Hope you don’t mind if I join in.”

Vernon can feel the heat of his romantic rival’s glare but ignores it as he claims his spot. “Of course,” you answer with a soft smile, earning a smile back from the man in front.

Vernon’s reluctant elegance is stark in contrast with Chan’s obvious carnal, giving the best of both worlds. Chan stays at his distance, and the same could be said of Vernon, eyes coated in love as his hand holds politely right at the waist. 

This is a bizarre situation to be in, to begin with, and you can’t believe for a second that you’re the person in the middle. Yet, your heart flutters as Vernon tucks your hair over your shoulder, breath fanning over your skin as he leans in just slightly doing so. You were in no position to complain.

You let out a soft gasp, feeling the pebbling of your skin before he pulls away. “I don’t know how much competition I am to Chan, bu—“

“Don’t say that,” you interrupt.

“But,” he continues, “I’m glad to at least be in your thoughts.”

“You’re more than in my thoughts. I care about Vern—I care about the both of you…And I think my answer is clear.”

One second. It’s all it takes—and maybe Vernon’s honey brown eyes staring back at you with so much admiration as if you’re seconds away from turning into a puddle—for you to pull him in a heated kiss. Releasing your inhibitions, you sink into him and flushed against his heat. Your teeth occasionally clashing, entangled with him desperately, your descending moans from your lips as he presses against you, lost in his dream turned reality. You could blame the alcohol, you can blame the R&B playing, you can even blame Vernon's words beaming with sincerity, but really you blame yourself. 

In a moment of self-wallow, Chan falters back as he witnesses the scene firsthand. He has every nerve to back off, accepting your decisions per your agreement, but before does, a grip takes Chan’s arm and collides his bodies back to his friends in heated lip lock. His eyes shoot back at your figures in surprise, hearing you make out the word “stay” amongst the noise. Uneven breaths leave him as you part from Vernon’s lips and connect with Chan’s instead. 

He tastes what Vernon tastes, visceral lust running through your veins as your lips defiling his until you’re tasting every corner of his mouth. You were like a drug, one that would have him committed and he knows since then he could never have enough of you. He can’t help but return the same energy, languidly moving his lips against yours until you move on to Vernon, their intense jointed lips making Chan more aroused rather than disappointed. 

You continue what you started at in a vacant room in the lesser occupied area of the house. Your brain would have recalled that this was the closed-off home office the party host forbade anyone from entering if not for the fact one man’s hand is down your pants and kissing your neck, while the other leads you with his lips and fingers threading through your hair.

You moan feverishly against his lips and pull off his jacket and white tee to abandon them on the ground. You caress his sculpted body, feeling the deep valleys of his abdomen, cupping his chest, while your fingers tingle and excitement churns your stomach. His body was heaven, a safe space, and you could not wait to scratch up his skin, marking it purple, and claiming him yours. “Mmh, Chan…”

The blond presses to your side, grinning from ear to ear against your lips. “Yes, baby.” His term of endearment made you gush, smiling back at him like a love sick puppy before you pull him back against your lips, a leg clenching to his side to keep him close. You moan louder as the man behind you works inside you with more vigor, whines leaving your lips as you buck your hips in frustration. “So…good…”

“What's that? Vernon fingers up your pussy feel good?”

You moan a confirmation to Chan, earning a tender kiss under your ear, the owner of the lips pressing his fingers between your slit as his thumb pads over your clit. “Say it louder for me, doll.”

“You make me feel so good, Vernon,” you respond, only hearing the squelch of his fingers as he pleasures you.

“Good job,” he whispers delicately before letting your bottoms hit the ground. You gasp as his big hands grow rough and sharp inside you as they curve in between your damp walls. Chan looks back at you grinning, moving hair away from your face, and a deep chuckle leaves his lips. “You look like a pretty little mess. Makes me want to ruin you.”

“I’m sure they’d like that, Chan. Their pretty pussy cumming all over our cocks until they black out,” Vernon eggs.

Moaning at the thought, Chan lifts your chin with two fingers to meet his gaze, the darkness taking over his eyes that had you weak at the knees. “That sounds like a delicious evening.”

Leisurely, Chan’s fingers undo your shirt, revealing the scandalously deliciously red garment underneath. He bites his bottom lip—pleased with what he sees— before he wraps his lips around you to taste lace. He feels you grow against his tongue, pretty and wet. You softly whimper and circles being drawn on your skin, while Vernon takes care of your sopping cunt the way a washer cycles clothing: thoroughly wet and loudly. “S-shit…”

“You feel so wet around my fingers.”

You arch into the man behind you, a guttural moan escaping you.

“You don’t know how much I’ve thought about doing this.” His words are so delicate, like a butterfly in the midst of a storm. Your climax is so close you could almost taste it, but Chan shakes his head, pulling you forward and away from the tension. “Not yet, we’re going to wait just like you’ve made us wait.”

Vernon quickly adjusts to the situation and lets his hand go limp, preventing the eruption of your climax and following his best friend’s lead. “Right. It’s only fair.” He withdraws his hand to bring his fingers up to your lips, tapping at them for entry, to which he is easily granted access. You wrap around his digits delectably, your arousal sweet and familiar past your lips. He groans back at you, his groin rubbing to your side in thirst. “Such a good doll.”

In an instant, Chan pushes you against the leather couch occupying the end of the room. His hands glide over your thighs and fondle your breast, while Vernon kisses your eager lips. Every inch of your body feels like pure fire. Adrenaline pumps in your veins and you have never been so intensely aroused.

“Are you gonna give an answer?” Chan prods. “Or are you test driving? Seeing who’s capable of making you cum faster and harder?” The tips of his fingers aim at your clit, feeling the reflex of your hips buck back against him, earning his smug grin. “Or is our pretty baby that selfish you want us both to yourself?”

You act as though you can’t hear him, but you truly can’t hear him. Your brain makes sense of what he says but your body prevents you from speaking, and all you can do is moan, shake, or cry in response. Vernon finally parts from you to look directly back into your eyes, “Answer him, doll.”

You gasp aching, turning to Chan's domineering gaze. “N-no, I can’t choose. I need both of you. I-I’m selfish.”

“Why?” He hits it again, now hearing the whimper once muffled from Vernon’s lips. “What’s it about us you need both so badly?”

You could write an essay about how both individually made you feel but you had no words that could describe how they felt together. It simply could not be compromised. You love both so deeply and you can’t imagine anything different. Chan is not without Vernon, Vernon is not without Chan, but you were not without both. Choosing one would be pure blasphemy in your eyes. 

Your thoughts get muddled by Chan’s impatience as he dives face-first between your legs. His tongue pulsates like it has a mind of its own, teasing you until bounding himself to your cunt. His arms come over your thighs and he tugs them to hug his cheeks, prickling you all over with goosebumps. “So…sweet…all mine…”

He could only describe your taste as ambrosia: nectar of the gods. If he believed in any of them, he imagines you would be what they sought out. If he wasn’t already mindlessly in love with you, right now he was sincerely obsessed with you. Your scent, your texture, your ache. You embody pure sex, that much he understands, but what else was there to learn?

You can feel himself groaning in the depths of your walls as his tongue darts faster in you, accompanied by his fingers soon after. Pushing one—“Mmh, Chan”—no, thrusting two —“fuck like that”—actually three plunging in so deep to find the center of your core—“shit…”

“Yes, eat their pussy so good, Chan. They love it so much.” 

Your moan echoes in the unnecessarily big room, throwing your head back on the couch while Vernon unclasps your bra and helps it come off. His lips latch on your tit, round eyed and beautiful, and take the other in his hand, pinching and rolling your stiff peak. His teeth come gently around you between sucks as your hand runs through his soft silver-blue hair. Moans leaving between your pressed lips, you ingrain the sensation in your brain, holding for keepsake.

“Doll sounds so pretty being devoured…Chan is good at it, isn’t he? His dirty mouth making your wet pussy feel good?”

You barely make out a nod to Vernon before you notice Chan's wet chin gliding up your slit to suck harshly against your clit, dark orbs staring back at you with a black heat. You choke back your answer, clenching around Chan’s face as you cut off his airways and nearly suffocate him. 

Your other hand keeps his head down, feeling him lapping up your arousal and slathering his cheeks in your mess as you ride him in your stead. The blonde moans only grow louder, burying his imminent grave inside you as he swears he loses consciousness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Chan, You’re doing it so good, keep it up. They’re so close.”

His fingers drive through you at a merciless rhythm, your peak of arousal comes in waves and your body thrashes from the intense sensation as you buck into his mouth in release. His name is on your tongue like prayer fearing him, thanking him, worshiping him. He pulls himself up, eyes blown out like a mindless zombie, lips glossed with a sex sheen of your cum. “That was so good...”

“Chan.”

The blonde hears his name, soft and malleable, but only realizes it’s a voice slightly gruffer than the person he expects. Vernon leans forward to his friend, eyes shaken from the glossy sheen coating their mouth, and before he realizes, he’s claiming Chan’s lips, tasting your climax.

Your heart pounds sporadically watching them in lip lock. Vernon’s tongue aiming in and out of the blonde mouth to lick up your mess and you feel the heat of your core erupt again. Chan’s hands run through Vernon’s silver locks, expelling an impish moan as he palms his boner through his pants. “Vern…”

The moment the nickname leaves his lips, the younger pulls away, face still a mess, and he sees a matching expression on Vernon. “I…I didn’t mean for that—“

“That was insane.” You interrupt and the back of Chan’s head to reunite your lips. Meanwhile, Vernon is still processing what’s just happened. Hands against his mouth, he’s replaying how he initiated, about how Chan kissed him back just as vigorously, and how he can still feel the ghost of his lips on his. Perhaps there was more to his—and Chan’s—feelings than anyone in this room anticipated.

The silver fox is pulled out of his trace when he tastes your lips, and his thought process melts into oblivion the moment your hands land on his pants. You hurriedly drop them to his ankles and reach for his cock, upright and needy for the mouth inches away from him. “You’re so big, Vernon…” You drag him over your tongue, feeling his twitch, while he’s watching you take his cock and how your plush ass lifts up in the air.

Chan’s familiar fingers run along your slit, feeling you pulsate around despite having already came. “You’re so wet for us, baby,” Chan says, knowing the other man is watching as he drags his fingers in you–mewls vibrating around Vernon’s cock–and his lips kiss the rim of your entrance.

You moan something incomprehensive, only pushing your rear back to Chan as he devours you clean, licking circles and sucking you in loud slurps. There’s something about the power of his mouth, reducing you to a feeble mess that was just so hot, Vernon couldn’t help but blush. Moments before, Vernon would’ve just assumed he was turned on by the blatant euphoria in your eyes–which were indeed intoxicating–but after that kiss, he realizes that it’s possibly more than that.

“You have such pretty holes, baby. I want to fill them up so badly with cum.” The blonde is obviously saying the words to you, given the context, but the way his eyes look Vernon feels like it was meant for him. It renders him practically speechless.

“You want us in your holes, baby? You want us to fuck you open?”

Your whines got only more immense, seizing pleasure from Vernon’s cock, and finally, he moves, rocking back into you. Fueled by tension, his cock hits the end of your throat, the shape of his head bulging at the column of your throat and he whines, erupting the goosebumps to appear on Chan’s arms that go unnoticed by anyone but. Vernon’s hand combs through your hair as the other rubs that column of your neck. His gaze drops at you, watching the tears swell up in your eyes and you’re evidently breathing through your nose. “My cock looks so good stuck in your perfect, pretty throat—fuck…feels so good…”

Chan lifts his knees to the couch, stroking his cock he exposed without anyone noticing, lathering your cum at your slit with the tip and then up your puckered rim. He sucks on his digits, getting them wet, before easing them inside your ass. You clench around him in response, causing him to strike at your cheek with a free hand. You jolt forward, pushing a groaning Vernon’s cock deep down your throat.

“Spread your ass for me if you want to be stretched nice and wide.”

The tears shed burned your cheeks, but you obliged. Arching your back, knees further apart, your hands spread your divide to submit to Chan. Your eyes repeatedly roll back to your head, slightly relieved when Vernon pulls your head off his cock to breathe, and let the obscene and barely coherent speech from your lips. “Please please please, I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me please…”

“Can you take it, hmm,” Chan spanks your ass, “Are your pretty holes gonna take our cocks?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me please.”

Chan scoffs. “Beg louder.”

“Please, Chan. I want you and Non inside of me. I want to feel your cum spill inside of me—ah!” His spit slathers over you, spanks repeating back on your ass, your pussy, everything. Filthy and demeaning. “Such a dirty thing. Lucky for you, you’ve been a good listener. We’ll make sure to give you what you want. Won’t we, Vernon?”

Vernon takes second to answer, shifting his throat at his swallows. “I-I’ll make sure she doesn’t waste a drop.”

Chan grins proudly. “Good boy.”

You move over to the desk, not caring about the papers that flew off from it, and Vernon casually plants his naked body on the edge waiting for you to hop on him. He strokes up his shaft, using his other arm to pull you up on the desk but without slight stumbling, to which he finds the grip to steady you. “Got you, doll.”

“Thank you, Vernon.” You giggle, arms looping around his neck.

His hands smooth over your ass possessively, gripping it in his wide palms before striking your cheeks. “What a perfect ass,” he lowly growls.

“It is,” Chan agrees, licking his lips and approaching after with his hard, red cock in his hand, “I sure can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock. You first, Vernon.”

The silver-haired man attempts his best to hold you by your legs and lines your entrance. You come to his aid and lower him in your slit to feel your plush walls. You take the moment to adjust to his size, his warmth running shivers down his spine and you begin to feel the tension up your abdomen. “Vernon…”

“So wet and tight…” his hand lowers to your ass, kneading balls of your flesh. “God, you’re perfect.”

Chan gets closer—hand over Vernon’s, which runs that familiar sensation of electricity he’s used to from you—and he helps himself get an advantage. He pulls you slightly to align with your ass and eases in, letting out a dry breath and cussing as if his life depended on it. Your jaw drops at the fullness, the stretch so excruciating that your whines ebb in a long period, comparable to a dial tone. You press your chest to Vernon’s, your breast rubbing against him so lewdly, it took every turn in him to not pump the brakes on his pace. “Gorgeous doll, my perfect doll.”

Your screams become pounding and lingering, moaning their names in ache. “Oh god…”

“You like that?” Chan's hand stings on your skin, firmly grasping you while you take every deep thrust. “I love fucking you. You take my cock so damn well.”

Your head nods in musical rhythm. “More. Please. More…”

Vernon brushing sweaty strands of hair off your face. “You look so beautiful being fucked dumb…” You softly thank him, a swelling sensation in your heart as he embraces your side. He kisses up your face, tasting the salt on your skin. You beg you whine, you take, feeling their uneven pace eventually syncing up in wonderful harmony.

You can’t imagine them going any deeper, that is until they do, bottoming out in you until paralyzing your limbs in shock, only contracting from your stomach. “Oh god,  I’m close…cum in me please…please…”

Chan feels you writhe beneath him, processing the truth in your words, and takes a look over to his friends to meet his eyes. “Are you close too, Vernon?”

Struggling, the man barely comes up with a “yes.”

A corner of his lips picks up before leaning against your back, kissing your soft skin, and fucking you practically balls deep. “Are you gonna cum? Hmm, think about it.” Chan’s sweaty blond strands hitting at his dark brown eyes that entice him like a siren. His teeth dig at his bottom lip, offering a sultry expression with a hint of jester. “Don’t you think they’ll look gorgeous with their pussy full of cum?”

“Chan…” the older boy whines. 

“Come on, they’re begging for it.” Chan’s teeth graze your skin, tongue following their path. “Cum for them. Cum for me, Vernon…”

Vernon's thrusts gets more desperate, needier, and the sound of the blonde's voice holds him like a chokehold. “S-s-shit..” White covers your cunt inside out, pure heat and animalistic release and you tremble uncontrollably on top of him. You kiss him, gratefully, your warm smile touching the blossom of his cheeks. He feels like he’s on cloud nine. 

Chan doesn’t take long to follow up, his cum practically dripping out of you like a geyser. Eyes rolling back, he pumps what feels like endlessly in you, leaking out until he does finally pull out and it inevitably spills on the fur carpet. Not a face of remorse in sight. His breathing takes over him, trying to catch his breath, but prideful more than anything.

Vernon leans into your ear. “Doll, sit on my face, please.”

You’re pleasantly surprised by his request but fulfill his wishes, feeling his tongue lap up the cum dripping out of you like it’s his last meal. You were still sensitive to everything they’ve done, panting like a dog in the summer heat, but this has all been worth it. You barely muster the energy to peer down. Seeing him so enticingly lewd, his eyes look black with lust, while the tip of his nose presses lightly against your clit. He swallows every drop, keeping his promise and it's like heaven all over again.

Chan comes to your side, lips depositing kisses on your skin. “He’s such a good boy.”

At some point, you’re licked clean–another orgasm in its wake–and you're all back against the couch, your sweat-drenched bodies ruining the leather. You let the silence fester, too tired to speak, and let your bodies air dry from the intense physical activity. “So,” Chan laces his fingers through yours. “There’s no monogamous answer for what just happened, is there?” 

Vernon chuckles and shakes his head, taking your other hand. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, in that case,” Chan sits up to look back at Vernon, red in the face and ears. Clearly, he’s hesitant about his confession but there was no turning back now. “Better time than ever to say I had a crush on you in middle school but never admitted it.”

The other man's eyes shoot open, face tickled pink just as bright as the blond, if not brighter. “…me too.”

You let out an amused cough, redirecting their attention to you. “Well, then we never really had that big of a problem, to begin with then.”

They both smile at you before simultaneously kissing your cheeks, then each other, and then all together before the tension starts heating up all over again—

“I hear you horny fuckers in there! Get out of there before I kick your sorry asses!”

[banananutsmuthie]

The Inaugural Writer's Meow Meow Mock Draft

Ok so I had a fun hypothetical with some fellow writers. The premise being: if there was a fantasy draft of girl group idols where each pick represents who you get to call your "Meow Meow" in the writer's discord and no one else can call them that, what would be your draft strategy? Would there be a lot of biases picked first? 3rd gen? 4th gen?

One of these idols went first in the draft. Can you guess who?

So I had a handful of writers who volunteered to be a part of a mock draft. A handful of other writers opted to watch. Seems like everyone had fun, which may lead to more of these.

Here are the rules: 7-team snake draft, 10 total rounds. Any 18+ GG idol.

The draft order (randomized):

@banananutsmuthie

@usedpidemo

@sinswithpleasure

@passingnotions

@chunksworld

@capslocked

@ggidolsmuts

The draft took a little longer than 2 hours. Hit that "Keep Reading" to see the final results. Comment who's team you liked most, the biggest surprises, what other writers you'd like to see in the next one, and who you thought should've been drafted!

Team BNS

Arin [OH MY GIRL] (1st overall)

Isa [STAYC] (14)

Tzuyu [Twice] (15)

Sullyoon [NMIXX] (28)

Mina [TWICE] (29)

Somi (42)

Gaeul [IVE] (43)

Ningning [aespa] (56)

Yeri [Red Velvet] (57)

Shuhua [(G)I-DLE] (70)

Team Pi

Yujin [IVE] (2)

Wonyoung [IVE] (13)

Yunjin [LSF] (16)

Minnie [(G)I-DLE] (27)

Eunbi (30)

Jihyo [TWICE] (41)

Xiaoting [Kep1er] (44)

Rei [IVE] (55)

Seola [WJSN] (58)

Wendy [Red Velvet] (69)

Team Sins

Winter [aespa] (3)

Nayeon [TWICE] (12)

Yuna [ITZY] (17)

Yena (26)

IU (31)

Jiheon [fromis_9] (40)

Hyunjin [LOONA] (45)

Choerry [LOONA OEC] (54)

Hyeju [LOONA] (59)

Jisun [fromis_9] (68)

Team Notions

Dahyun [TWICE] (4)

Yeoreum [WJSN] (11)

Jisoo [Blackpink] (18)

Jo Yuri (25)

Chaeryeong [ITZY] (32)

Sieun [STAYC] (39)

Yuqi [(G)I-DLE] (46)

Yeojin [LOONA] (53)

Chaeyoung [fromis_9] (60)

Chaeyoung [TWICE] (67)

Team Chunk

Hanni [NewJeans] (5)

Minji [NewJeans] (10)

Miyeon [(G)I-DLE] (19)

Chaewon [LSF] (24)

Kazuha [LSF] (33)

Seoyeon [fromis_9] (38)

Ryujin [ITZY] (47)

Chaehyun [Kep1er] (52)

Eunseo [WJSN] (61)

Dayeon [Kep1er] (66)

Team Caps

Sana [TWICE] (6)

Heejin [LOONA] (9)

Sakura [LSF] (20)

Yeji [ITZY] (23)

Minju (34)

Jinsoul [LOONA OEC] (37)

Saerom [fromis_9] (48)

Irene [Red Velvet] (51)

Luda [WJSN] (62)

Taeyeon [Girl's Generation] (65)

Team ddeun

Yubin [OH MY GIRL] (7)

Seulgi [Red Velvet] (8)

Nagyung [fromis_9] (21)

Nana [woo!ah!] (22)

Youngeun [Kep1er] (35)

Sohyun [tripleS] (36)

Karina [aespa] (49)

SinB [Viviz] (50)

Yeonhee [Rocket Punch] (63)

Yein (64)

[pola-rola]

I'm really bored, so there's a little Yuu-sona or something like that. I don’t like to write on the pictures themselves (yeeah, sure), soooo...

A little backstory: like yuu-sona, I would also like to be based on some Disney character, and one day I was just looking around and was like, “hmm, I braid my hair with a polka dot scrunchie, I have black hair…. yeah, definitely Minnie." Yep, that's how it was. Well, besides, it seems to me that the design of the ghost camera fits, and of course friendship with Mickey, he didn’t mention her when he talked about friends, right?)) Besides, Minnie doesn’t belong to any specific cartoon, but this means she can play the role of both a hero and a villain, so getting into the NRC may well be justified, smart;)

So, now just a little randomness about this gal, and, accordingly, me:

• ISFJ (I don’t know what for, but just if you’re interested)

• at first she thought about hiding her real gender, making up something, playing dress-up to become look like a boy. But on the very first day of school, she realized that it's unnecessary, if they didn’t like something, it's their problem

• Purchased the uniform from Sam, because seriously, where else can you find a uniform that is the perfect size? She had to beg for money from the headmage; you want the students to look diligent, so you pay.

•"So, where is my computer? Where is my tablet? Where is my pen? How can I survive without this mmm???)))"

• The first time she was in Twisted Wonderland she constantly had a headache, because in her world she was not used to being in the fresh air so often and moving so often.

• It's raining men!

• "How can boys be so tall at such a young age?! It's crazy!"

• Sometimes throws in phrases and references in her native language, just because she can.

• In fact, she was really surprised that practically (for the most part) no one bullies her for her lack of magic. Like, "if this was my world, I'd be an outcast by now, seriously, guys, aren't you going to make fun of me or what?!"

• Sometimes falls into philosophical thoughts, like “Why is someone constantly trying to prove their strength here… why doesn’t anyone understand that we are all students, which means we are all equal? ​​Especially these idiots from Savanaclaw-” (yup, I really hate these npc guys)

• "Soooo… I found myself in another world, where ghosts, fairies, magic are all real, before that I was riding in a black carriage and woke up in a coffin in a black robe… The mirror said that my soul does not belong anywhere and its there’s nowhere to return…Hmm.. Hmmmm..! Does this mean that in my world I’m already dea- Oh, look, pies are on sale!”

• "Should I start charging money to solve your problems?"

• "Why is it always something? Like it's literally always freaking something........"

• Had to learn to cook to survive. Well, mostly because Grim whines that he can’t live on just scrambled eggs and burnt fried potatoes lol.

• Would like to join the Mountain Lovers' Club, but remembered how in her world she constantly excused herself from trips to the mountains or family overnight stays in tents by the lake. Nah..

• She likes this interesting world, but still at night she cries into her pillow because she misses his mom so much :(

• “Actually, in my world, I had already graduated from college, received a diploma and was just looking for a job. And you say that I need to start studying again from the first year?!”

• haha silly mirror, a test on the internet told me that I should go to Scarabia 💅

• REALLY wants to know what's going on in her world while she's here. Literally thinks about this almost every day

• "Lol guys, did you know that your Great Seven are actually bad guys? No, no, nothing, just breaking the fourth wall"

If it weren't for Grim, she probably would have remained a janitor forever. Like, seriously, have you seen how often mc speaks compared to other students? Totally matches my social awkwardness.

•Really very interested in this world, its history and especially other schools. Like, really, if all this turns out to be a dream and she'll return to her gray world of high-rise buildings, then at least she'll have something to remember.

• "They call me just "Pola" for a reason. And the reason is... Says her full name, which to a non-native speaker sounds like a spell to summon a demon.

•"Hey guys, look what I found. A bowling ball." This is Chenya's head.

•"Deuce is asking for my opinion and does not forget about my presence and is happy when I cheer for him #BFF🥺" (we have the same birthday by the way)

•"Ehehee Pola Trappola ehuehe.......… Just kidding, jeez!"

Phew, that was silly, but I hope you found it interesting haha

[aliypop]

I'm Coming Home

Word Count: 1,051

Writers Note: I had this idea while I was at work

Warning: Language/ SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: March 8th, 1960, the biggest arrival that Cecelia could wish for, but with tension and high stress she almost misses the G.I. she'd been waiting for

Taglist

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@thegettingbyp2

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@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

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@leapresley

@everythingelvispresley

@dreamondina94

@elvismylove04

@pocketfulofpresley

March 8th, 1960, Graceland 

"Carlotta, did you put the punch on the table?" Cecelia asked as she nodded. They'd been up for two days prepping for a surprise welcome-back party for Elvis,

" Rosa. Midge, did you get the Guitar cake?"

"Shit..." Midge sighed,

"Please get that cake, it's important!" Cecelia sighed. She had made every dish on the table thus far with the help of her mother, Delta, Minnie, and others in the house, "Where do you want the balloons?" Denise asked as Cecelia smiled, "By the door." walking back towards Vernon's office to check on him, she couldn't help but hear his phone call. He'd been busy with the press lately, but this was different. 

"I'm happy he's back, but If he didn't go, he wouldn't have killed his mother the way he did..." Vernon said as if a knife twisted in her heart. Cecelia was there the day Gladys took her last breath, and she was there when Elvis cried endlessly. When Vernon looked over, he saw Cecelia, who had a worrying look in her eyes, 

"I'll call you back... Say, Cecelia, how can I help you,"

"Oh, nothing, Mr. Presley, I came to check on you. However, while I respect you as my future father-in-law, let's not forget I'm protective of your son, so if you even think of that bullshit of Elvis killing Gladys at the party, I will rip your kneecaps out and beat you with them do we have an understanding?" Vernon gulped and nodded as he looked at Cecelia, "Good, now Papa Vernon, where do you think the Meatloaf should go?" She asked as he stuttered. After a while, the guests started to pool in, and Cecelia made sure everyone was okay and comfortable, "May I have your attention?" She said as people turned to look at her. "Thank you. Uh, I want to say once again thank you all for coming. Though before we get started, a few rules," She said as everyone sighed. Her mother was proud that she sounded like a hostess. And soon-to-be wife,

"One, no mentioning Mrs. Presley, he's still grieving, and it's a soft spot. Two, no industry talk he's readjusting, and three, please be civilized!" She said as she took a deep breath, "Okay, you may now all continue," Cecelia could hear the fans from outside the gates cheering as she slithered into the kitchen to check on the pies and the cakes. She hadn't noticed everyone fleeing to the car outside. Because she was too focused on everything being just right for Elvis,

 "Alright, Pie over here and cake...Who took a slice out of my..."

"I might've..." That southern accent made her heart race as she looked up at him, "ELVIS!" Cecelia tried to hug him as he gestured to the pastries, "Oh, right..." Setting them down, he picked her up and spun her around,

 "I was supposed to yell surprise and then-" Elvis kissed her as he pulled away slowly, 

"Cil... It's perfect, " He kissed her nose and she blushed,

"You think so. I made all your favorites, a-and, shit the cake!"

"The guitar one?" He questioned as her blood pressure went down, "That was clever," He winked as he pulled her closer, "Oh Elvis, look at you all handsome an whatnot." Delta said as she ruffled up his hair. Elvis laughed as he chuckled, "Come mere, you got family who ain't seen you since you know..." She looked at Cecelia and winked. Cecelia laughed, watching her G.I. go around the house as if he were a bouncing ball, "So...You excited?" Midge asked,

"About what?"

"Getting married."Cecelia looked at Elvis, her lip between her teeth, focusing on how he moved in his uniform, 

"I take that as a yes..." Midge laughed as Cecelia watched Elvis walk towards her,

 "Cece, can I uh see you for a second?"

"Sure thing, sugar."Taking him by the arm as they walked toward the kitchen. Elvis pinned her against the wall as he kissed her deeply with a firey hunger,

 "El...Here..." Cecelia blushed,

"Would'ja prefer the stairs..."

"Mhmm..." The two ran up as far as they could so no one could see them. Elvis lifted up the skirt of her dress as he removed her petticoat, pleased at the fact she was wearing pantyhose, 

"Planning for this, huh..."

"I don't know what you mean..." She smirked as he slipped in a finger. A sigh left her lips as her body shivered,

 "Oh, you don't..." 

"Elvis..." Cecelia's eyes were hazy as he smirked. She heard his belt unlatch as he whispered, "Hold on, darlin," Cecelia held onto the railings as she felt him slip inside her, her knees buckling from the two years without him inside her, 

"Mmm, I missed you..."

"I missed you too, El~vis..." She gasped as she felt him move a little, 

"God, I missed this..."Elvis groaned in her ear as she nodded. His hips began to pick up the pace as her moans were stifled, 

"I wanna hear you, baby..."

"But what about-"

"Who cares..." He began to reach deeper inside her as she let out a loud, whining moan. Her body yearned for him in need. And in want, as she turned to look at him, his lips on her neck leaving love bites as she gasped. He had missed how wet and warm she felt and the sounds she'd make with every thrust, 

"Oh! Oh!Oh!" Cecelia began to rub her clit as she felt herself getting closer. Elvis was almost there. He could taste it. He could feel just how tight her walls were gripping around him and nearly trying to drain him dry. He needs one more thrust, one more-

"HEY E YOU UP ..."

"Uh..." Cecelia and Elvis looked like deer in headlights as he pulled out. Elvis turned to face the wall as he zipped his pants back up, and Cecelia flattened out her dress. 

"Joe, how've you been..." Elvis coughed

"What were you two doing..."

"Uh... resting..."Cecelia smiled,

"Mhmm... Well, your dad's lookin for ya."

"We'll finish this tonight," Elvis whispered as Cecelia nodded,

"Welcome home, Elvis." She kissed him,

*Bonus* 

"You know tanks, rock and roll quite a bit." Elvis laughed as Cecelia watched from outside Vernons' office. She was happy to see him home where he belonged,

[mikubah]

don't usually ask off anon but meh lets go can we get a vocaloid subsys? all we ask specifically is at least 1 miku included (don't mind if all are lvl 1 or all lvl 2 or a mix do whatever) :3

of course ! LV 2 VOCALOID SUBSYS - UNDER THE CUT !

name : miku , sakura , missie , cherri , darling , colette , pinkie , blossom , cherise

pronouns : she / her , che / cherry , blo / bloom , pi / pink , lo / lovely , fleu / fleur , kyu / kyuun

orientation : aceflux , sapphic

gender : sakuragender , idolgender , xenogirl

role ( s ) : soother

source : sakura miku ( vocaloid )

signoff ideas : 🌸🎤

face claim ( s ) :

likes : baking , tea , girly clothing

dislikes : loud noises , spicy foods

typology : ENFP 2w3

typing quirk : spacing out punctuation , kaomojis , autocaps .

ex : Hi , how are you ? ∩^ω^∩

-

name : luka , lacie , mimi , amelia , vanilla , rosary , kyoko , cecelia , sabrina , evelin , melodiette

pronouns : she / her , ca / calm , el / elegant , so / soft , si / silk , tu / tuna , shy / shyr , passi / passion

orientation : arospec , acespec , bi , sapphic

gender : tunagender , songgender , girlspike

role ( s ) : caretaker

source : megurine luka ( vocaloid )

signoff ideas : 🐟💗

face claim ( s ) :

likes : fish , singing , crafts

dislikes : itchy textures

typology : INFJ 2w1

typing quirk : proper grammar , default emojis .

ex : Hi, how are you? 😊

-

name : seeu , kitsy , mewine , roxie , elloise , minnie , ceres , mía , cocoa , ophelia , momo

pronouns : she / her , ki / kitty , they / them , fwu / fuwa , lu / luv , beep / boop , mrrp / mrrps , cy / cyber , ♫ / ♫s

orientation : arospec , acespec , omni

gender : webcatgender , femflux

role ( s ) : energy holder

source : seeu ( vocaloid )

signoff ideas : 🐈🎧

face claim ( s ) :

likes : cats , coffee , art

dislikes : large dogs

typology : ESFJ 3w2

typing quirk : all lowercase , word shorthands when possible , no apostrophes , simple emoticons .

ex : hi im seeu! how r u :3

-

name : len , sylvain , scout , alex , cesar , yuto , paisley , emilio , peyton , bennett

pronouns : he / him , they / them , hx / hxm , ip / ips , .com / .coms , yel / yellow , ba / banana , rhy / rhythmic , vi / virtual

orientation : asexual , biromantic

gender : demiboy , xenoboy

role ( s ) : mood booster

source : kagamine len ( vocaloid )

signoff ideas : 💫🍌

face claim ( s ) :

likes : electronic music , sunny weather , video games

dislikes : losing

typology : INTP 5w6

typing quirk : all lowercase , proper grammar .

ex : hi, how are you?

[dearamleo]

New Chapter! The Foreverlost (A Wolfstar BotW AU)

Chapter 2: An Old Face

True to her word, Minerva had Tonks knocking promptly at his door just as the sun began to set. For once he woke up and found himself actually feeling slightly rested- though he still was nursing a headache. He figured that likely would not abate for quite some time. Tonks continued to flush every time he looked in her direction and if he was not mistaken it looked like she had done her hair up in some sort of fancy braided style.

Regardless, he was thankful to see Minerva’s pinched face in the courtyard.

“Minnie, a delight as always.”

She cocked a brow at him, but directed him towards what looked to be a garden. Remus could hear the murmuring of others talking, but still just out of ear shot.

“Our last champion has arrived from Ravenclaw and is able to join us this evening.”

“Great,” Remus mumbled. “I’m sure we’ll all be the best of pals. Gallivanting across the country together, fighting evil, trying not to die. Again.”

Minerva stepped back to let him step through the gate she opened, but when he looked up he stopped in his tracks. There certainly were others waiting for them in the garden. They were all gathered around a small table that was already laden with luxurious looking food and pitchers of wine. That wasn’t what was causing his mouth to gape rather dramatically, though.

“Those are children.”

“Mr. Lupin,” Minerva sighed, stepping through to the garden. “I can assure you that Hogwarts’ champions-”

“Are children.”

Minerva glared at him, looking near to dragging him along by the ear. “Have shown a great deal of courage, fortitude and-”

“ Youth -”

“Greetings, Champions,” Minerva called, apparently choosing to ignore any more of Remus’s grumbling. Everyone at the table quieted down, turning to listen. “I would like to introduce everyone to Remus Lupin, Hero of Time, now awoken from his long-”

“Please don’t call me the Hero,” Remus groaned, feeling his ears heat under the gaze of everyone. “It’s just Remus.”

The girl sitting opposite where Tonks had settled in, was the first to stand up. She was on the shorter side, however that in no way made her less impressive as she came to stand before him.

“Hermione Granger,” she said, sticking out her hand. “Chieftain of the Ravenclaw.”

Her hair was a mix of tight braids and loose coils of deep brown, decorated heavily with hoops and beads that clicked together softly as she moved. Her clothing was of an understated regal elegance while still offering the practicality for movement in the desert climate of Ravenclaw. She was incredibly young to be a chieftain, but her intimidatingly strong handshake spoke volumes about her experience in the role.

Minerva gestured to the next champion seated at the table. He was tall, even sitting down Remus could tell he would be towering over him. He had freckles that covered just about every inch of his skin and bright orange hair that he kept having to flick back from his eyes. There was something remarkably familiar about his features that Remus, of course , couldn’t quite put his finger on.

The kid barely took a breath between bites, even when Minerva cleared her throat to get his attention. 

“Oh, Ron Weasley,” he said. “Hufflepuff and all that.”

“Ronald was appointed as the champion for Hufflepuff by his eldest brother, Bill,” Minerva added when it was clear Ron’s priority lay in the meat pies. “He has shown great skill-” There was a snort from the group, though Remus couldn’t tell exactly who. “ Great skill in both strategy and with a hammer.”

The next of the champions Minerva turned to looked like a snobby little git. His chin was held a little too high to be natural and he seemed to be making a point to only really look at Remus from the corner of his eye. He was Veela, or at least part Veela, if Remus were to judge by the shockingly white wings that were folded delicately at his back. Paired with his icy blonde hair and nearly grey eyes, the boy was a surreal sight, one that felt like you weren’t supposed to be looking at.

“And this will be Draco Malfoy, champion for Slytherin. His appointment as champion was awarded to him through a myriad of skill trials in which he came out the victor.”

The little shit somehow raised his chin even further at that which made Remus roll his eyes. He could already tell that whatever journey awaited them all, Draco Malfoy was going to be a thorn in his side the entire time.

“A… pleasure, I’m sure,” Draco drawled, still not bothering to make eye contact.

Remus almost wanted to laugh at his insolence, but Minerva moved on quickly. “And this-”

“I’m Harry,” the last one said, not quite so forward like Hermione had been, but not as standoffish as Draco. He had a calmness about him as he held out his hand. “Harry Potter. Heir of Gryffindor.”

At that Remus finally pinpointed who was doing the snorting as he caught the dramatic eye roll that Malfoy accompanied it with.

He shook Harry’s hand, having the strange sense that it wasn’t the first time he had done so, but knowing that it was impossible. He had dark hair that appeared to be perpetually messy, freckles that concentrated along the bridge of his nose, shockingly green eyes and a long scar that stood out prominently on his forehead. It reminded Remus of a bolt of lightning the way it cracked white across his dark skin, cutting through his eyebrow and ending on his cheek.

Shaking his head, Remus nodded in greeting to the boy, trying to shrug off the strange deja vu.

“Shall we get started, then,” Minerva said, gesturing to the table.

Start from the beginning here

[lafflanes]

a couple things i noticed about the new baker npcs in each playground is that the Throw gags they hand out are in order of gag level, and that their names all either start with M or P!

Baker Pinky (a cat) resides in Toontown Central and hands out Cupcakes

Baker Mo (a dog) resides in Donald's Dock and hands out Fruit Pie Slices

Baker Meadow (a rabbit) resides in Daisy Gardens and hands out Cream Pie Slices

Baker Patty (a deer) resides in Minnie's Melodyland and hands out Whole Fruit Pies

Baker Mac (a duck) resides in The Brrrgh and hands out Whole Cream Pies

Baker PJ (a horse) resides in Donald's Dreamland and hands out Birthday Cakes

they also have unique dialogue, which ill put under the cut!

Baker Pinky: "Hi [Toon name]! Recent news reveals that more Cogs than ever are dodging Toons' pies in battle. So, the Toon Council is hosting a grand Pie Toss for Toons to perfect their pie-throwing skills - taking place today! My baker friends and I have been busy baking tasty treats all week for the occasion. Meet us in every playground, grab our sweet goods and lob them at the Cog Dummies you'll find there. Ace your throwing technique and you might even win some jellybeans! Take these freshly-baked Cupcakes to begin. Careful, the pastry's still hot. Good luck, and have fun flinging those pies!"

Baker Mo: "Greetings! I've baked some Fruit Pie Slices. I handpicked the cherries myself! Have these Fruit Pie Slices. They smell sooo good."

Baker Meadow: "Hi [Toon name]! I'm handing out Cream Pie Slices. They're my signature recipe. Take these Cream Pie Slices. Mind the frosting doesn't drip."

Baker Patty: "Greetings! I've got a pile of my best Fruit Pies. I used my secret syrup in them! Here are some Fruit Pies. They're very sticky, mind."

Baker Mac: "Hi [Toon name]! I've baked lots of classic Cream Pies. All my sugar is now gone! Here's some Cream Pies for you. They're the best I've made."

Baker PJ: "Greetings! I've got enough cakes for all Toons in town. Every day is a Toon's birthday, I say! Take these Birthday Cakes. Don't blow out the candles!"

[8th-melody]

✑ lillie-themed names and pronouns ❁

✑ names ❁

⚬ lillie

⚬ lillith

⚬ lillian

⚬ millie

⚬ gillian

⚬ jill

⚬ lila

⚬ tillie

⚬ nebby

⚬ nebula

⚬ minnie

⚬ luna

⚬ lunar

⚬ solar

✑ pronouns ❁

⚬ neb/nebby

⚬ neb/nebula

⚬ neb/nebs

⚬ cos/cosmos

⚬ fae/faer

⚬ clef/clefs

⚬ clef/cleffa

⚬ pi/pinks

⚬ pix/pixie

⚬ pink/pinks

⚬ bee/bees

⚬ hon/honey

⚬ bloom/blooms

⚬ sun/suns

⚬ moon/moons

⚬ lu/luna(r)

⚬ so/sola(r)

⚬ star/stars

✑ emojiself pronouns ❁

⚬ 🎀/🎀s

⚬ 🪷/🪷s

⚬ 👒/👒s

⚬ 🐝/🐝s

⚬ 🌌/🌌s

⚬ 🌄/🌄

⚬ 🌒/🌘s

⚬ ☀️/☀️s

✑ like / rb if using! c: requests are open, especially for splatoon, mother, pokemon, or other nintendo characters! literal pokemon (as in the creature) requests are also welcome! --- ✉

[usedpidemo]

Late but a hot Minnie fic from Pi 😮

This might still be one of the best outfits

And her ass 😛

Plus her mid riff 👅

Can't wait for their comeback and drop more hot outfits on us 😏

Fuck me, she as a phenomenal body all-around. That last outfit is 🤤

Looking forward to new Miyeon, Minnie, and Yuqi fits in 2 weeks.

[dollywons]

keeping track of the daily specials so far♡︎!!:

soobread, shuaroll, heesundae, chaerry pies, minjelly donut, mini minnie macarons 🤓🎀🧁

to those who’ve ordered so far, I hope I brightened your day atleast once!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (my gallery is just kpop idols with desserts on their face skdjssk)

[pi-creates]

Hey, Pi. Not sure if you're still active, but I am modding my copy of TWDG: Definitive and have been following your model swap tutorials for season 4. I was wondering if you knew how to make multiple model swap mods run together without any conflicts? My goal is to have four running at once (Player/Clem controlling Minnie, Minnie replaced by Clem/AJ as Tenn, Tenn as AJ) for a modded playthrough. For Minnie swapped by Clem, I wanted Clem to use her ranch outfit instead of default. Thanks.

I'm still here, but I'm in like a constant state of hibernation unless prodded.

To answer your question - you can theoretically do as many model swaps as you want in your game so long as you know what you're doing and have the right amount of "parts" to overwrite with. There will always be fiddly moments where things may look off, but complete breaking shouldn't happen all that often.

With that said... swapping out AJ makes certain scenes be unplayable - I don't think it matters who the character you replace him with is, it moves the interaction points in a few scenes and makes them impossible to select.

Off the top of my head, in episode one during the car crash sequence, you need to get a knife from AJ's hand via clicking on one of those interaction circles - changing AJ to another character moves that circle outside of your vision and thus causes you to fail the sequence. And in episode 2, the scene where you need to remove bullet fragments has the same problem - you can't interact with what you need to and therefore you can't progress.

The only way to get passed those moments (as far as I know) is to remove the modded content, play to the next checkpoint, then exit out of the game and put the modded content back in.

If it helps at all, this is kinda how I would go about things...

Get your files for the character parts you need: - Minerva's files: episode 3 or 4 archives [make sure to save the textures as well] - McCarroll Clementine's files: episode 4 archives [note that she uses the "sk62_clementine402.skl", but her meshes and textures use the word "Mccarroll" with both the 400 and 402 number] - AJ's files: any episode archive depending on the outfit - Tenn's files: any episode archive [note that his name in the files is "tennyson"]

Try swapping in one character at a time: - KEEP ALL THOSE UNALTERED FILES SEPARATED FROM THE FILES YOU'RE RENAMING - Just trust me, it gets real confusing if you lose track of what has been renamed and what hasn't - especially when you are doing a swap that directly "flips" characters - Make a new folder and name it clearly something like "Minnie replacing Clementine" - copy your Minerva files here and rename them to overwrite Clem's files - Replacing Clementine with Minerva for all episodes requires you to overwrite the the "sk62_clementine400" files for episode 1, then the "sk62_clementine402" files for episode 2 and onwards. Episode 4 has many iterations of Clem's mesh for her lower body - it's a pain to make files for all of them, but just replace all those files with Minerva's lower body.

Check that the character appears correctly: - Go into the game directly and play for a moment to check that the swap has worked appropriately - You can see in the episode select screen if Clementine and AJ have been replaced, or you can also check the character viewer, but they aren't always accurate to how the character appears in the game - If you see the character models appear spindly like their limbs are very warped, this is probably a "skl" file issue... double check that you've used the proper skl to match with the meshes you're using in your replacement. - Invisible parts can be because textures from later episodes haven't been copied over [unaltered - you shouldn't need to rename any textures for this swap to be what you want]

Move on to the next character: - Doing it character by character will make it easier - But still, put things in their own folders with clear names - In the end, you should be able to take all of your "renamed" files, stick them in one folder, and be able to make a mod file out of it

[bellagrimfox]

Now here is something completely different from what I usually post or talk about

I've been getting back into my interest with Mickey mouse/Ducktales 2017 thanks to watching episodes of House of Mouse on youtube. So I thought I'd make my personal redesign of Minnie Mouse. But that's not all!

Here is some exclusive head canons for my version of Minnie Mouse, mostly if I wrote her or if she appeared in Ducktales 2017. And a song to listen to while you're reading

Design headcanons

Has a shorter tail with a pink bow referencing her Mickey Mouse Clubhouse design.

Curls on her head and cheek are inspired by @vampiremeerkat's redesign of Minnie.

Smaller and thinner pink nose.

Heart highlights on her ears.

This design can be transferred onto her usual designs (you all probably know which one I'm talking about but I don't know if there's a name for that style, so I'm calling it the 90s to 2000s design)

______________________________________________

Character Headcanons

Minnie before she met Mickey was always a flirt. As in, she loved teasing and playing with men's hearts. She even wore makeup, mostly her eyes.

Minnie's favorite food is pies and started baking them after she met Mickey.

She collects bows both for fashion and as a personal interest.

Minnie loves kids and wants some, to a point where she practices by taking care of her nieces, Millie and Melody.

Minnie makes great breakfast meals from her experience as a temporary chef at a breakfast restaurant.

Loves jazz music and flapper culture.

Whenever Minnie is cooking something not breakfast or desert, her meals range from edible to OH GOD HOW DID YOU BURN THIS?!

Minnie wants to marry Mickey but wants Mickey to be the one to propose since she knows he's the most excited about getting it right.

Feel free to suggest any headcanons or theories here.

[faescreams]

𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉! 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚. 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 ──

𓋜 ̇🌸 ̟ ❛ ＥＬＯＩＳＥ ＥＬＬＩＯＴ．

── 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘛𝘚

full name :   eloise jael elliot.

aliases :  n/a .

faceclaim :  minnie / nicha yontararak .

species : fae - angel hybrid .

abilities : zoolingualism . enhanced strength . enhanced durability . limited clairvoyance . sadly no flight abilities inherited from either side .

age :  twenty-two .

sexuality :  bisexual .

gender :  cis woman .

pronouns :  she / her .

height :  4'8.5 . the half is very important to her

date of birth :  october 2nd .

zodiac sign:  libra .

occupation : head fearleader . part time detective assistant at new salem pi agency .

living situation : her own apartment .

appearance details : curly, waist length light brown hair , forms a halo of sorts around her . soft skin that has a glitter / glow to it . smaller than the average human due to fae genes . almost always smiling . florals, frills, and lace are her go to in pastel pink , blue , white, and brown colors .

── 𝘈𝘉𝘖𝘜𝘛 .

eloise has a rather magnetic presence and is protective over those who she considers to be friends. ( in her mind, that's anyone who smiles at her ). she's rather friendly and tends to try and befriend anyone within her general vicinity. born to a fae mother and angel father , she aims to walk in her father's footsteps and become a detective. she's currently pursing a degree in criminology with a minor in psychology at monster university while juggling her job as a detective assistant and extra circulars as a fearleader.

── 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘕𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚

DJ CHOI ── eloise is dj's assigned guardian angel and he gives her a run for her money . . . and grays if she could get them. she spends a good chunk of her time when she's with him trying to keep him out of dangerous situations.

SANTI CORONA ── eloise has taken it upon herself to take santi under her wing and show him the ins and outs of new salem and monster university.

IRIS CHEVAL ── fearleader coach/mentor. eloise often works close with iris for the team as well as can be found lingering around her classroom when she's not in class or working.

BONNIE AITKEN ── friend. weirdos who like being strange and slightly off putting together.

WINONA MANN ── friend. two girlies with rose tinted glasses on who enable each other's fun.

WOWIE YOUNG ── mutual crush. wowie is dj's roommate and sometimes eloise finds herself more interested in flirting with him than guarding the human she was assigned to. but she can balance both things . . . definitely.

ALWAYS looking for more connections. let's plot <3

[alkaliineee-old]

is that SABRINA CARPENTER? oh, no, that’s CLEMENTINE BEAUREGARD , a TWENTY-THREE year old BOTTLE SERVICE GIRL at CATCH ME IF YOU CAN who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VIÑA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is PINKIE PIE from MY LITTLE PONY hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

BASIC STATS .

FULL NAME . clementine maisie beauregard

NICKNAME(S) . clem, lemmie, lemon, minnie, teeny

AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC . 23 / july 22 / cancer

SEXUALITY . bicurious

BIRTHPLACE . cleveland, georgia

HEIGHT . 4'11 ¾

EYES . blue

ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS . sweeet(anxie)teaaa

PIERCINGS . standard lobe.

FC . sabrina carpenter

FAMILY  .

FIRST LAST ( relation, alive/deceased )

blake beauregard (father/alive)

grace beauregard abernathy (mother/alive)

(half sibling/alive)

OTHER CONNECTIONS   .

TBA

EDUCATION   .

secondary education completion certificate

tried university for a year but it was not for her

LANGUAGES   .

english. spanish.

WORK   .

Position

tearista at little leaves tea house (previous)

bottle service girl at catch me if you can (current)

FAVORITE   .

ANIMALS. cats. horses. ducks. cows. BAKED GOODS. lemon rolls. peach cobbler. fried apple pies. berlines chilenos. COLOURS. yellow. pink. orange. DRINKS. sweet tea. lemonade. fanta peach. fresh orange juice. mango slush. FRUIT. peaches. mangos. oranges. pineapple. cherries. HOLIDAY. christmas. ICE CREAM. peach. mango sorbet. cherry garcia. MOVIE. spirit: stallion of the cimarron. MUSIC GENRES. country. pop. SCENTS. citrus. chamomile. vanilla. SEASON. summer. SNACKS. lays original. cotton candy. cuchuflí. fruit cups. WEATHER. sunny. 

AESTHETIC   .

what are words? here is her pinterest instead.

PERSONALITY   .

+ affectionate

+ bubbly

+ optimistic

- emotional

- indecisive

- naive

BACKGROUND .

clementine was born in cleveland georgia to her adoring parents who were highschool sweethearts. her father was a rancher and her mother was a homemaker. they predominantly had cattle, alongside a handful of horses, and then somehow (lemmie's pleading) winded up with a flock of ducks and a few donkeys. she spent most of her time outside with the animals and truly couldn't have been happier.

tw: infidelity when she was thirteen, her parents separated, the reasoning unknown to her (coughherfatherhadanaffaircoughandgotanotherwomanpregnantcough) but that was when her mother decided to do something for herself and go back to school, though instead of choosing somewhere in the state or even the country, she decided on chile, starting off as a student, and then going on to later become a professor at the very same university. there started the years of travelling back and forth from one home to the other, during the school year clem would stay in chile with her mom, and during her breaks at school she would fly back to georgia to be with her dad, though christmas' were traded off each year. post school, it was really up to her to decide when and where she spent most of her time, and while she does still go back to visit her father (and all the animals) she decided to stay in chile full time.

HEADCANONS .

has a two year old orange persian cat named marigold that she loves with alllll her heart.

naps > normal sleep schedule. there's no less than five pillows on her bed at all times and at least one of her blankets has to be fuzzy.

spends a lot of her time outside. while not athletically inclined, aside from horseback riding, she does enjoy a good hike. and picnics. and the beach.

can be found singing into a hairbrush at any given time.

habitual wearer of cowboy boots and hats, you can take the girl off the ranch but you can't take the ranch out of the girl, or something like that.

a baker ! now she's not about to be on the great british bake off or anything of the sort, but she can manage to make a little sweet treat, bonus points if it turns out cute.

has been a bottle girl for around six months, and while she's not a partier, the tips at catch are so much better than what she was getting at little leaves.

has a little southern twang that’s definitely more prominent when she gets back from georgia.

mama mia is very very close second for her favourite movie

this will be added to as i think of things but yeah.

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

platonic soulmate: the #1 love of her life, duh. give me her person pls & thx. <3

bad influence: v much naive and always wanting to see the best in people, it wouldn't be hard at all for someone to lead her astray tbh. it's like shaking a bag of treats at a good doggo.

ex: boyfriend? situationship? fling? could have been messy, or could have ended amicably, the world is our oyster.

roommate: i haven't decided on anything in regards to her living situation other than it's somewhere in viña del mar, so this is totally open to just about anyone/anything.

other: literally open 2 just about anything and everything. friends. people that find her annoying. girly group. crushes. childhood friends. second parental figures. if you have an idea i am all ears.