#never beating the prince charming vibes

[withahappyrefrain]

Deserve it (Bob Floyd x reader)

Summary: After working hard, your boyfriend gives you several rewards.

Warnings: older BF Bob, slight daddy kink, definitely some dd/lg vibes in here, older BF Bob eats it from the back okay, fingering, language

“Hey sweet girl,” his voice was deep, the gravel showing off his age. The very sound made your knees nearly buckle.

Not that you had to worry about falling; Bob already had one arm wrapped around your waist, the other draped around your leg, long fingers gently tracing the soft flesh of your bare thigh.

His broad chest was pressed against your back, salt and pepper stubble gently brushing against your temple.

Despite feeling so small in his arms, you had never felt more secure.

When Natasha invited you to her co -worker's barbeque a year ago, you knew it was done out of politeness. You had just moved to the area and her sister, your best friend, wanted to make sure you were actually going out and meeting folks. Nat was doing you a favor, nothing more or less.

You just wanted to get through that night, to beat your anxiety over being the youngest person there by nearly a decade. The most you were expecting that night was a few conversations and drinks.

Meeting a real life prince charming that night was not on your Bingo card.

At first, you thought Bob was just being a good host as he spoke to you. That was the polite thing to do, considering he was in his late thirties and you were just a friend of a friend.

Even when he asked for your number, you tried to be realistic. You had been led on before, had placed your whole heart in someone just to be disappointed.

A year later, Bob had more than proved he was serious about his relationship with you. The age difference didn't make a huge impact, aside from childhood references and social media knowledge.

Bob was patient. He understood you hadn't been in a serious relationship until he came along. He was more than happy to guide you, never making you feel stupid or unworthy.

“Hi Robby,” you giggled, feeling his skin heat up at your special nickname. Only you got to call him that, just like only he got to call you his sweet girl.

Bob continued peppering your jaw with light kisses, his large hands continuing to gently stroke your exposed skin.

“How was your day? Did your presentation go well?” His attention to detail was one of the things you loved most about Bob. He was invested in all aspects of your life.

“It did! They're going with my proposal.” It was impossible to hide your wide grin, especially when Bob spun you around to show the matching one on his face.

You only saw that slightly crooked, honey drenched smile for a brief moment, as Bob pressed his lips against yours.

Despite dating for a year, his kisses still made your heart flutter. His hands would cradle your jaw, practically covering the entirety of your neck. He always bent his knees, not wanting you to strain yourself while trying to reach his lips, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

“Knew they would,” He murmured against your lips, “So proud of you, my smart girl.”

Your knees practically buckled at the praise. Some would have felt it was condescending, you disagreed. You loved that Bob was proud of you. In fact, you wanted it, wanted to be his good girl.

“Stay here, wanna show ya something.” Bob pressed a gentle peck to your lips before walking out of the bathroom.

You bit your tongue, holding back a comment about Bob buying you things. It was a battle you'd never win. Bob spent his money on you and Lego sets, and that was how he preferred it.

So when he showed you the tennis bracelet he had purchased, you just smiled. No comment on how his money would have been better spent elsewhere.

“May I?” He motioned to your wrist. You held it out so he could gently place it on your wrist. While it was simple, you knew the diamonds would sparkle once you were in light.

Once the bracelet was secure on your wrist, you threw your arms around Bob’s neck, head buried in his broad chest.

“Thanks Daddy.”

You could hear him sharply inhale through his nose, the nickname always drawing a visible reaction out of him.

“‘Course baby,” his hands moved from your back down to your hips, “Did you eat breakfast today?”

You nodded proudly, “And lunch!”

Bob dipped his head down to press a kiss on your forehead, “Been so good today sweet girl. Think you deserve a reward for it.”

You looked at your bracelet, confused, “I thought this was-”

Bob shook his head, a near Cheshire like grin on his face, “That's just because I wanted to. So tell me sweet girl, do you want a reward?”

You tentatively nod your head, heat flooding your face, “yes please.”

He's pleased that he didn't have to remind you to use your words. Bob places one last kiss to your temple before spinning you around, forcing you to face the bathroom counter.

Without even thinking, you lean forward, your chest brushing against the marbled counter.

Bob hums in approval. You've learned quickly.

He quickly kneels down, his large hands trailing up your bare thighs. He's able to effortlessly spread your legs apart, pushing up the hem of your skirt to reveal your bare cunt.

“Been such a good listener baby. So proud of you,” he cooed, holding back a chuckle at how your legs trembled at the praise.

You were so sweet, always wanting to be good for him. It had taken you some time, the idea of being with someone who truly loved you and wanted the best for you was a new concept.

You shuddered upon feeling his breath against your core. Unable to see him, all you can rely on is touch. His deft fingers gently parted your soaked folds, sending sparks throughout your body.

Your body lurched forward when Bob's mouth made contact with your entrance.

Prior to Bob, you didn't know someone could be so enthusiastic when it came to giving oral. It was always seen as something required before sex, not an act that could be enjoyed on its own.

Then you met Bob.

Bob, who cared about your pleasure more than his own. Bob, who didn't view sex as a thing, but as an experience.

The bathroom quickly filled with your breathless moans. Your chest was pressed against the counter, your soaked cunt completely at the mercy of Bob’s mouth. His large hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, sure to leave bruises.

Not that you mind. Having a physical reminder that you belonged to him was thrilling. You quickly learned that Bob loved marking you, nearly bordering on an obsession. Hickies, hand shaped bruises, bite marks. He couldn't get enough of your body.

“Taste s’good, s’fuckin sweet,” Bob groaned inbetween lapping up your arousal. A large hand snuck around the front of your body, long fingers quickly finding your clit.

Your hand found the back of his head, clutching his sandy brown locks in hopes it would be enough to ground you. His mouth felt like heaven. Each stroke of his tongue pushes you further and further away from clarity and closer to that pleasurable edge.

“C-close,” you gritted through your teeth. You didn't need to ask him permission, but knew Bob wanted to know when you were near.

He loved to watch you fall apart.

Just as expected, his mouth was replaced by his fingers, your cunt welcoming the stretch. His breath was hot on your ear as he was now leaning over you.

“So pretty like this,” he cooed, “I know, you're so close. Just let go sweet girl, I got ya.”

You gripped the edge of the counter as white hot pleasure coursed through your body.

Bob watched you in the mirror, memorized by how your body reacted to his nimble fingers.

What a long way you had come. At the beginning of this relationship, you were hesitant to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state, to have him hear you let out such lewd sounds. You would ask for the lights to be off, would have buried your head into the pillow to muffle your sounds.

Now you felt safe to fully let go, to show him all of you.

“There ya go, that's it.” His voice was soothing, a sharp contrast to how his fingers were thrusting in and out of your soaked entrance, “Comin’ so hard for me, sweet girl. Fuckin’ love it.”

His hand continued its ministrations on your poor cunt, his lips ghosting over your temple. Your body leans into his, craving more.

Before Bob, the idea of coming twice in the same session was preposterous. Unrealistic.

Now it was the bare minimum.

This time when you came, your legs shook, your brain practically blacking out from the pleasure. You could hear how hard you were coming, lewd squelching sounds vaguely ringing in your ears.

“It's okay, I gotcha, Daddy’s gotcha,” He whispered against your hair, wrapping his arms around your waist to help you stand up as you recovered from your high.

“Made a mess,” you mumbled, able to feel how much you came on your inner thighs. But now your head was in a pleasure filled haze, only able to vaguely register that Bob was leading you to bed.

“I know, and I'll clean you up. But I want you to lay down first.” The back of your head gently hits soft pillows, your body melting into the mattress. True to his word, Bob returns with a warm washcloth, gently wiping you down.

“You wanna take a nap, sweet girl?” he murmured in between pressing gentle kisses against your forehead.

“But dinner-” you started, only for Bob to gently shush as he helped you out of your skirt.

“I'll move it back. You had a big day, you deserve to rest.”

“Robby?” You hummed, opening your eyes to find him helping you into one of his old T-shirts.

“Whatcha need, baby?” He asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Can….can I keep you warm? While we nap?”

This time it was his turn to blush. Bob nodded, quickly moving to take off his pants and boxers, laying down on the bed. He didn't need any help, watching you come twice had made him hard enough.

With his help, you were able to move into his lap, your hand finding the base of his cock, wrapping a hand around it so it could align with your entrance.

A content sigh left your lips upon being filled with his cock. You laid your head against his chest, your breathing slowing down as Bob traced shapes on your back.

You were always amazed by how well he filled you. So full, unlike anything you had experienced before.

Without thinking, your hips began to lazily grind against his, the movement causing his cock to shift inside you.

Two large hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, stilling your movements.

“Later,” Bob said, eyes still closed, “Want you to rest now sweet girl.”

He was far from done with you. But Bob also knew you would need your energy for later.

Besides, good girls deserve a nap.

And you were his best girl.

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[paulic]

Ok this is what I think the biopics will be like for each Beatle:

John will be so troubled but in a really charming way and Julian will be mentioned but briefly and they’ll make it seem like John was just too busy to be a present father (Paul will make up for it in a vomit inducingly cheesy way). His eating disorder, heroin addiction and other internal struggles (self-esteem, sexuality, maybe even gender,…) will go unmentioned or brushed over jokingly like haha he tossed Brian off, don’t we all at that age. He’ll be the cool and funny older brother & later genius who just couldn’t be confined within a band. They won’t have the guts to call his bullshit and therefore will automatically brush over his kinder and vulnerable sides. He’ll be reduced to a knock off version of the tortured artist blueprint. They’ll never pick up on his pathetic wet dog vibe

Paul will be the charming good guy who’s all in with the band. No mention of how he fucked over Jane and every other girl until Linda; he’ll be a musical genius, too, but in a prince of the people sort of way. They’ll loooove that he stopped eating meat, woke king!!!! Linda will be brushed over by making her into his soulmate wifey who finally helps the charming playboy with a heart of gold settle down. His depression and alcohol problem won’t be mentioned/reduced to feeling a little sad. He’ll be a little bossy sometimes but they won’t ever get it right how fucking annoying he could be. Straighter than a ruler. John’s brother, almost biologically. No homo. They’ll find a way to make the twink who fucked the entire population and had an ego bigger than Neptune into a straight feminist

George will be the indie underground smart Beatle and people on tik tok will start posting thirst traps of the actor with the caption “they don’t make em like this anymore” and then complain about real-George’s teeth. He’ll be so spiritual and smart and he won’t have an affair with his best friend’s wife at all and if he does it’ll be because of some spiritual insight, not because that man couldn’t keep it in his pants for 5 seconds. I’m deadly afraid of the colourful drug scenes where he’ll hallucinate god. He’ll be the perfect boyfriend and Pattie will be played by Sidney sweeney or something. They won’t take a side with the whole George Or Paul debate during the breakup, but George will be too focused on other things to want to stay in the Beatles. They won’t mention the three billion songs John&Paul deemed unworthy. They’ll never do the grudges my man held justice. No one could

Ringo will be the funny guy who luckily survived his childhood and found his passion through a kind nurse giving him his drumsticks. He’ll play an incredible drum solo at 8 years old on his hospital bed frame the first time he ever holds those sticks. He won’t be in gangs, he won’t beat his wife half to death, he won’t have drugs and alcohol problems. He’ll be peace and love from age 0. He’ll be slightly stupid and he’ll mention octopuses too much. They’ll never get it right how he was truly the eldest and how much his vote and opinion actually counted within the band and how much the boys wanted him in the band and admired him. He won’t be a sort of glue to the band. He won’t marry a teenager he met when she was 16 and he 22. He’ll be a weird version of Ken from the Barbie movie, his job will be Drum. They’ll flatten a severely nuanced and layered man to a sheet of paper with the word ‘beat’ on it

I am too afraid to even think about what they will do to Eppy

Oh and each and every one of them will have way too pretty teeth and I am already furious. I want them to have British men in the 1960s teeth. Give me British teeth and jerking off together

[m155y-74]

gang this took me so long holy shit im so tired ughhhh, yes my comments r completely incoherent and my rating system is stupidly inconsistent also no it’s not a star per song it’s purely based on vibes. i’m very very sorry if i was mean in fairness to me its 1am anyways tysssm for replying this was acc sm fun and now i have a shit tonne of new music so yay (also u all get a sentence on my judgement of u based on ur music if i had never spoken to u so have fun with that)

@vitch-with-v ⭐️⭐️⭐️

IM SORRY BUT OMG DO WE HAVE DIFFERENT TASTE

u defo love a mosh pit in theory but are terrified of getting trampled

Mi Buen Amor/Antes De Ti-lowkey loved them both have very much the musical theatre belty vibe that i love tho i think i would have liked it a bit more if i spoke spanish lmao Kunst-ngl i rlly didn’t see that coming but kinda yes tho i’d defo have to be in the mood, the smezir2 one and give it up-no sorry but not my vibe like at all where r the words?? Eres-like yes maybe i think i’d like it a lot more if i knew spanish but kinda cool

@directorsbeencut ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

we have very similar taste, bravo flawless excellent (also love ur new pfp it’s making me wanna change mine back to my man)

u love eyeliner but can’t do it and it haunts u

beat my guest/prince charming-fuck yea love both these songs especially beat my guest too much too young/ghost town-kinda loved both of these very much my vibe might be going on the playlist complicated game-i love XTC acc a stupid amount love this well done the distance-hmm less my vibe sorry bout that the the empty-excellent flawless love le tigre bravo

@l1v3r-al0n3 ⭐️⭐️

i saw nu metal and my heart sank (u get an extra star for sonne be grateful)

u haven’t a glass of water in over a year

sonne-one of my fav songs ever thank fuck u put that on there otherwise i’d have to unfollow u. the rest i’m sorry but no like rlly not my vibe (i liked the emptiness machine more than i thought but still not enough) i’m a big thrash/power/heavy metal fan and just nu metal no no thank u

@i-ate-the-sun7 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

okay so i’m just mystified as to how out of all the amazing clash songs u could’ve chosen that was the one u went with (extra star for metallica)

i have nothing to say about u ur very confusing but you’ve never painted ur toenails

pretty fly-like yeah maybe pretty good not quite my vibe but sure why not janie jones- i love the clash with my whole heart like so so much but of all the clash songs u coulda picked like come on dude, still excellent song tho you know what they do…- hot take and i’m gonna be crucified for this but i rlly don’t like mcr so sorry bout that it was okay cannibal girlfriend-yeha acc yeah rlly liked it which i didn’t see coming for whom the bell tolls-well done very well done u get an extra star just for this song

@horrormoviepsycho ⭐️⭐️⭐️

pretty good all good songs im just not super into nineties sorryyy (rlly not sorry)

u rlly want to skateboard but are shit at it and don’t wanna look like a dork when u fall off

this is love-lowkey a big fan i liked this kinda a lot debaser-finally listened to this despite being obsessed with the fic yeah kinda? never been super into the pixies ngl but pretty good love is a mutt from hell-yeah pretty good? kinda a vibe but not rlly mine dirty little secret-yeha again sorta yes, not no? i dunno red right hand-hmm yes i think so yes defo yes

@amnesiamilk ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

stunning beautiful amazing bravo

u have an amazing jewellery collection and value it over your life

silver springs-flawless amazing obviously hertz-never heard this song before fucking love it made it to the playlist kiss them for me- obviously yes siouxsie my absolute queen ugh i love her so much all i need-hmm yes weirdly enough not the biggest radiohead fan but yeah kinda like it black-ooooh yes didn’t think i would but defo yes i’m a fan

@rose-bunny-28 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

pretty good just different vibes, love ayesha erotica tho (and sabrina carpenter 🫣)

your badass but are shit at painting your nails

lazy bones-not the biggest green day but yeah sure why not pretty good sixteen-i love ayesha erotica m yes yes love it ok-hmm yeha acc pretty good littke bit chill for me tho hide it away-yeahhh sure good just not rlly my vibe lie to girls- deeply ashamed to admit this but yeha i kinda love sabrina carpenter

@yourmasteramon ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

took me surprise i liked more than i though i would ngl

you’ve never in your life worn a backpack with both straps

county line-surprising yes very stu macher vibes somehow max don’t have sex-hmm like yes? but defo like in a certain mood but lowkey a fan undone-hmm yeha not rlly sorry not sorry just not very my vibe the stalker-fucking love this band name i’d never heard of them before song yeah kidna loved it boys don’t cry-don’t rlly like the cure but yeah sure why not pretty good im a fan

@paroxysmofhate ⭐️⭐️⭐️

my god we have different taste but lowkey pretty good

ur have a pet rodent of some sort

supa freak love-kinda maybe not super my vibe but sure cult of personality- yeha acc kinda loved it like a lot tear you apart-yeha yeha maybe but also wiat yes yes i’m kinda a fan epic-noooo sorry but noooo mx.sinister-okay acc yeah sorta a fan i can go with this

@crookedchildphantom ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

so i had never heard any of these songs before and u got five stars so holy shit go u

u only use wired headphones

a hundred kisses-yeha yeah acc a fan like this a lot strip-yes yes love it yep good good angry johnny-lowkey love it it made it to a playlist soooo andrew in drag-oooh omg wiat yes yes love it bloodsport-hmmm no like maybe but not really

@joelle2038 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

lowkey rlly good defo a fan might have to check out los campesinos lmao

u love scented candles but forget you’ve left them burning and neatly set shit on fire

beetlebum-yeah yeah pretty good v chill i’m a fan i just sighed….-okay so sorta yes like i’m a fan but not quite by your hand-like this quite a lot im a big fan good good baby i got….-hmm yes yes good but not quite sure holy smoke-yes yes big fan like it a lot

[dasnercaret]

how ISAT makes you feel like going home

so one of my friends said to me "the first time i played (isat) was when i was home sick, i felt like it had curative properties. analyse that mr playstyle 😎" and i took it as a fucking challenge. i've never written an (tumblr-posted) analysis essay before and i'm going into this with a bunch of haphazardly folded ideas and NO OUTLINE fuck it we ball

so to begin with: DORMONT.

isat, as a whole, is extremely a traditional rpg setup. which unfortunately i know little to nothing about, so forgive me in advance if i put my foot in my mouth regarding traditional rpg mechanics. but like many games, you start at a home base, at home. and the whole vibes of the place honestly serve to only emphasize the safe / at home / storybook atmosphere isat cultivates. you wake up in a field, sleepy and tired. your dear friend mirabelle leans over you and tells you to wake up, because you're going to beat the king tomorrow! and you laugh and you're sleepy but eventually you start playing. eventually, you push yourself up and wander around and meet the townsfolk and your party.

now, the player doesn't know the party. they've just opened the game! they don't know these characters. siffrin does though, and it shows in the interactions he has with each one of them. mirabelle teases siffrin about the quality of his nap. isabeau puns with siffrin. odile smiles at him. bonnie... looks away, because of backstory you don't have yet, because you're leaping into this story at its very end. but siffrin knows.

(...)

siffrin knows. which informs his narration, of course, and overall it gives the sense of - you're watching a story already known, with characters who already love each other. like walking into a family home midway through a dinner party, to know and be known in turn.

(you know where you are. you're home!)

siffrin provides some exposition of course, enough to catch the player up and let them know the basics of the world you've set foot into. these people are here because they have natural ties, connections to the land they've been born or raised in or are travelling through. you all are here to defeat the king, who is the epitome of a traditional storybook villain, the big bad evil you defeat at the end of the fairytale. he's just the generically evil guy, with no focus given to the atrocities he must have committed and been willing to commit in order to get where he is. there's no need to be scared of him, not really. (yet.) he's evil, but in the way a storybook villain is evil. all the sharp edges defanged, sanded away, all the humanity and dimensionality and violence inherent in his character compressed into a set of scribbles on the page, words on a screen. it's not personal. it's not.... scary. not to you, and not to siffrin, who's already been floating above it all.

(the rest is under a cut! spoilers for The Entire Rest Of The Game)

similarly, the exposition is in the form of little childlike drawings, emphasizing the same nostalgia it draws on - fairytales, fables, those stories where the heroes collect the magic sword and slay the dragon and save the princess. you know these stories, consciously or not. you love these stories, (probably), and it all serves to emphasize the familiarity with which you step into dormont. heroic stories are extremely common in the stories we love today, from the old classic prince charming to (somewhat) more modern legend of zelda, and no doubt many people picking up isat have a similar passing familiarity with the overarching story of rpgs. (i in fact was the exception, but that's a whole other essay)

the townspeople definitely do not help this vibe as well. they are practically one and all kind, steady people, precisely the sort of common folk you'd want to save in a story where nothing hurts and everyone is safe and loved. they're happy to gift you a flower or a pan au chocolat and cheer you on in your quest, certain of your victory and at least certain of their continued happiness even if you fail. simple, easy, familiar, comforting in the way redwall is comforting or an old set of childhood fairytales is comforting. there's no real judgement, no anger at you for potentially failing and (almost) none of the gross ugly real emotions that would be present in a more 'realistic' story. simple, easy, familiar, comforting.

(You like knowing what happens next!)

so. i think we all know that isat at its core is a game about homesickness. god's sakes mal du pays is literally right there. the central conflict of this game, beneath the overlaying fluff of an rpg archetype and an evil to defeat, is about siffrin not being able to go home while the rest of his party get to do so. and even at this very early stage (approximately act 1 and i would argue a bit into act 2) you can start to see the cracks. siffrin is shown alone, tagging along with the party because he had "nothing else to do" (read: nowhere else to go.) he laughs and pals and jokes with the party, but like before, like always, he merely mirrors them. he makes puns with isabeau because isabeau likes puns, and siffrin liked making him laugh so much so that he adopted puns into a part of his personality. he comforts mirabelle about her future, jokes with odile about her research, and always, always, avoids talking about himself. when they ask where he's going to go after their journey is over, his answer is always a mirror of their own - pilgrimage, research, travel, comedy. when he makes a wish at the favor tree, there's no option to wish for himself.

because the thing is, right. siffrin never thinks of himself. the only options instead are to wish for his family - his home, his only living and real connections in his life, the people surrounding him that really make dormont feel like a real home and not just another friendly place in vaugaurde he's passing through. cause the townsfolk are nice, sure, they're friendly, sure, but - they don't know him. they're not important enough for him to literally rewrite his personality for them. it's his party instead, that he laughs and jokes with and is known with, even if superficially. he wants to be allowed to go home, to stay home. he's been homeless both literally and figuratively for so long that he's beyond desperate to be allowed to keep what little he's found for himself.

(You want to stay with them!)

except - what happens when you beat the game? what happens when you finish the rpg, when you reach the end of the book, when you grow up and leave this set of children's fairytales behind?

you put it down, right? you go home, right? you go back to your home, you go back to travelling, you go back to your family.

what do you do when you don't get to go home? when dormont and the clocktower and the house are the closest you will ever get to home, are the last moment you will ever have being home before it's ripped away from you forever? (ripped away from you just like before - )

you'd want to stay, right? forever and ever and ever?

siffrin is a character who has a very bad time letting go. just like the king, he wants to have, desperately, enough to kill himself a hundred times over for it. and, through the timeloop, he can pull you, the player, and himself and his hapless party along through the timeloop, repeating the same two comforting days over and over and over and over.

and perhaps after a few loops of settling in you, too, can understand why he would want to do this. it's nice, isn't it? knowing what will happen? knowing that these people will always love you? knowing that you can always get the flower, always get the drawing, always get the pan au chocolat, always beat the tutorial kid and get the jackpot? that the townsfolk will always smile at you, that your party - your family, your home - will never know what you've done?

it's not enough, isn't it?

(Dormont, unchanging! Dormont, stagnating!)

no matter how hard siffrin tries to cling to the past turned present to stave off his inevitable future, he is still human. under the fairytale setting and pretty lights, even under his own desire to stay with them, he needs that human connection. he needs something to change, to give way. needs to be seen, to be known, to be loved for himself and not because he's learned the perfect pretty words and actions to trick them into loving him. you, the player, the person driving siffrin, can understand this frustration perfectly as well - you need something to change. you need something to give way, because you can't keep doing this. because you can't hear the same lines over and over and over anymore. you can't do the same thing over and over anymore. you're not happy. siffrin's not happy. something needs to change.

i finished isat over the course of about four days, playing about 12-14 hours per day. during that time, i experienced possibly the most deeply intensely felt emotion i have ever experienced. to this day when i look back on my first playthrough of isat, the sheer depth and fury of that emotion takes my breath away.

and it was frustration. just like siffrin, i was trapped. i couldn't look away, because i loved these characters, because i loved their story, because i wanted them to keep going and going and living and i wanted to keep living alongside them. but i couldn't keep going like this. i couldn't do the same thing over and over and over. i needed something to change, but both siffrin and i were desperately, agonizingly trapped in the same few days. the same places, the same faces, the same lines said rote until i was zoning out through every dialogue interaction, only pausing when i needed to make sure that i hadn't missed something new.

because i loved these characters. i loved how homely they felt. i loved them, i loved them, i -

needed them to be real. to change, to grow, to have their future returned to them. i needed to see them go home, not trapped in this same endless time-frozen loop. i had been trapped at home too long, and the cabin fever was eating me alive. my desire to be allowed to keep playing (to stay in the timeloop) was duking it out with my desire to see them change beyond what they were allowed to change in the span of just two days. i wanted to see bonnie grow up, to see isabeau change into someone else, to see odile come to terms with her half-vaugardian nature, to see mirabelle learn to accept her sexuality (or lack thereof). i wanted them to remember us as family.

ah, isat, absolute king of getting in my head and making me think like siffrin.

back to dormont. in the end, dormont only changes permanently in act 6, after the time loop breaks. the only time the townsfolk ever change, ever coherently move to different places and act differently (act 5 is similar, but i would argue that's because siffrin changes, dormont still doesn't really meaningfully change) is after the loops.

and it's fitting, isn't it? by this point in the game, you could recite dormont backwards and forwards. but by this point in the game, you are well aware that you need to give them back a future. their future. the one they wished for in the first place. they've been trapped in their fairy tale wonderland for long enough. they deserve to go home, truly home, to go forward and live their lives and keep moving on. to allow them to change, to grow.

to allow yourself to change, to grow. to allow yourself to go home, to admit that you want to keep your home you have now, to keep the family you've built from blood and death and tears and stars.

(You want to stay with them!)

to leave dormont. to leave this fairytale behind, and keep living.

[goddamnfishppl]

Matter Of Time Plot Synopsis

In a hidden lake in the Thai jungle, there’s a small kingdom of mer-people with the tails of betta fish. Long ago, humans brought a new line of mer-people to the lake, called the rukran (ผู้รุกราน or P̄hū̂ rukrān, invader in thai). The rukran kill the native king, force his lords out of the palace, and take power for themselves. A hundred years pass under this rukran dynasty.

Chaiyo is the son of a rural lord. His ancestors once lived in the palace. Now, the family lives in an old but charming manor on the edge of the wilds. Chaiyo’s father, Teerasak, presides over this bit of land and represents poor farmers. They’re fortunate to still have some amount of power and status, however small in this fascist regime.

They’re a happy family. Teerasak is busy serving his people as best he can. His wife Yanisa is a warrior. Their eldest son Malian is a professional sport fighter. The eldest daughter Kosum is following Teerasak’s path. Daughters Dara and Isra follow Yanisa’s. The youngest son, Rune, is a beautiful singer. And Chaiyo, the middlest child, is a wildlife expert. And also an expert in getting beat up by bigger fish than him.

Chaiyo happens to meet Abidan, a handsome and charismatic young merman. He’s a rukran. He’s also the crown prince. Chaiyo starts courting the royal heir, without really thinking about all the implications of that. Let it be known that King Jonam has already chosen a bride for the prince, and let it be known that King Jonam is a super racist old fuck who will sink to new depths to preserve his white supremacist regime built on the blood of conquered native people. Abidan seems to be normal though.

Chaiyo’s mom Yanisa, and his best friend Sukanya, have been telling him from the start that this is all pretty dangerous and stupid. Despite all that, Chaiyo and Abidan quickly fall in love. It’s not really that scandalous for royals to have lovers. And Maren, Abidan’s betrothed, is actually very nice. The wedding is still on, and Abidan keeps going on dates with Chaiyo. And King Jonam… We’ll get to him later.

One day, Chaiyo and bestie Sukanya meet a dashing stranger in the market. His name is Rachotai. Rachotai invites to two to a meeting discussing the mistreatment of natives by the rukran. He’s making a lot of sense, and he’s really hot, so they decide to go. They attend a meeting or two, they vibe with Rachotai’s speeches, and Sukanya’s glad Chaiyo is finally paying attention to class dynamics and such. At the second or third meeting, Rachotai brings out a young rukran man he kidnapped. He plans on publicly executing him or something because the justice system won’t do its job. Vigilante murder is a little too far for Chaiyo and Sukanya. They help the rukran man, a royal cousin named Harlan, escape from Rachotai. Chaiyo and Sukanya decide to stop going to meetings and never speak of this again.

Chaiyo is still dating Abidan. It’s going very well, even though Chaiyo feels a little guilty about kinda being on board with the group that wanted to kill his cousin Harlan. Abidan is none the wiser about this plot, and they plunge into their honeymoon phase like nothing ever happened. Abidan is a perfect gentleman and is very good to Chaiyo’s family. He donates new equipment to Malian’s gym. He sponsors Kosum for an entry-level position in the royal court. He funds Rune’s concerts. He commissions new armor for Dara and Isra. Teerasak refuses gifts, so Abidan supports Teerask’s motions in the royal court to get native protections in place.

People start to notice Abidan’s new boyfriend. Rachotai approaches Chaiyo again with a plot. He wants him to kill Abidan. Of course, he refuses, but that’s surely not the end of that. Then, Chaiyo notices he’s being watched. Is it Rachotai’s group, surveilling him?? NO it’s WALDEN, captain of the royal guard, personal agent of King Jonam. He detains Chaiyo and interrogates him about his intentions with Abidan. Not in a protective fatherly way, in an authoritarian uphold-the-status-quo way. Chaiyo doesn’t let on whether or not he’ll cause problems, so Walden lets him go with the promise of detaining him again in the future. They’re waiting for him to become a threat. He’s not one yet, but he could be.

Chaiyo’s just a dumb gay twink, he didn’t really expect to be in the middle of this complex sociopolitical clusterfuck.

The coup (led by Rachotai) targets Chaiyo’s family to convince him to join them. At the same time, the coup terrorizes rukran nobles. Tbh, they only do what has already been done to them on a systematic level, but beatings, extortion, and robberies are still frowned upon. Yanisa supports their methods, but has beef with Rachotai for targeting her family. After the coup kidnaps Rune to use as leverage against Chaiyo, Yanisa tracks Rachotai down and beats the shit out of him. After almost dying, he decides to leave Chaiyo alone for now. The coup pivots to another plan, which still involves terrorizing rukran nobles. Teerasak is concerned. The coup’s actions inflame the rukran, who may take it out on innocent native people. He doesn’t trust the rukran to distinguish between militant rebels and civilians.

By the way, you know how I said that the rukran killed the native king a hundred years ago? His son lived and had a family. Sukanya’s adopted father Phanumas is the descendant of the last native king. He lives a quiet life, like he accepted long ago that his lineage will never take back the crown. Phanumas’s teenage son Niran feels very differently. While Phanumas is resigned to a humble life of charity, Niran is angry. Really fucking furious. It’s not just teenage angst. Niran’s twin brother was killed and he blames Harlan. Rachotai’s coup learns about Phanumas and Niran. They try to make Phanumas their leader, so he can take power when they kill Jonam. But seeing as Phanumas is a pacifist, he refuses, and they decide to recruit Niran instead.

side story stuff. chaiyo learns secret palace stuff. teerasak does governing stuff, workin with phanumas on the "Right Side" of the law. malian does sports stuff, rivalry with a rukran fighter named Vo, and malian makes a friend (?) out of an enemy. kosum learns just how corrupt the royal court is. dara trades with humans, isra likes niran. rune does something too idk

Abidan’s birthday. there's gonna be a big ball. chaiyo wants to do something nice, but the coup kidnaps him to get him out of the way for an assassination plot. turns out maren is a spy assasin. spysassin. chaiyo escapes and thwarts the plan, but when he tries to tell people about maren, nobody believes him. looks like a homewrecker.

the rest of the royal family gets a spotlight! second eldest son kalman is a mini jonam, the eldest daughter madee is technically first in line for the throne but stepped down because she's terrified of jonam, the rest of the royal kids are either abusing their privilege or scared to speak up. it’s all very fucked up.

at one point abidan is kidnapped by the coup but sukanya rescues him, and gets placed on the Official Coup Task Force. ultimately she resigns because of conflicting interests and joins Yanisa's gang of warriors instead.

yanisa's gang protect natives from violent rukran. jonam cracks down on these supposed uprisings. his soldiers commit lots of state-sanctioned violence, rukran commit lynchings, etc. and to further disadvantage native ppl, jonam outlaws trading with humans. Dara is fuckin pissed, that's her whole thing. walden detains chaiyo again, interrogates him about the uprisings. walden lets him go, only to capture niran. the coup rescues him.

abidan and chaiyo have a fight because rachotai reveals chaiyo's early involvement with the coup trying to kill him and his whole family. the coup captures abidan. chaiyo attempts a rescue but gets captured too. malian and his friend Vo end up saving them both. abidan and chaiyo make up because obviously chaiyo isn't the type to mass murder.

maren is finally mask off evil. she tries to kill chaiyo in the Deep End of the lake. chaiyo meets channa, a snakehead hybrid monster, who helps him escape in time to save abidan’s life, and reveal her ties to the coup. finally people believe chaiyo and maren is placed under house arrest. the coup's main plan is foiled.

now that they're declawed, maybe the coup actually isnt so bad?? chaiyo has to save rachotai from walden and then work with him to escape. turns out rachotai is like chaiyo: his family was once royal, but thrown into poverty when the rukran invaded. extreme hardship. chaiyo sympathizes. things start to look up as they bridge their differences

then

things get really shitty really fast

jonam disowns abidan, captures phanumas, niran, sukanya, isra, and pretty much everyone close to phanumas’s family so he can squash the last remnants of the former royal lineage and destroy any hope for change. i think a character is tragically killed but idk who it is yet. maybe niran? that's heartbreaking. kalman becomes the heir.

abidan, now a traitor to his family, asks chaiyo to run away with him. chaiyo has a choice. stay for his family, for everyone, or escape so he can be safe with the love of his life. he chooses to stay. abidan is heartbroken, but knows why he couldn't choose him. jonam's men capture abidan to be publicly executed or something.

chaiyo teams up with the coup, rescues his people, and frees abidan. abidan challenges kalman to a duel for the throne, but OH NO he’s not eligible anymore! so abidan convinces madee to stand up and reclaim her title and role as eldest child. madee chooses Yanisa as her champion. Yanisa kills Kalman in the duel.

of course there's some tragic 3rd-act deaths. maybe rachotai? why do the hot ones always have to die. idk what maren's up to either but i wanna "redeem" her. she was always right tho lol

so basicaly they defeat the fascists through the power of love and cooperation and extreme organized violence. idk who deserves to kill jonam. i think everyone does. a mob tears him apart maybe. hes old as shit tho so maybe he just withers

abidan and madee formally transfer their power to phanumas. he doesn't believe in a monarchy, so he asks teerasak to help him transition to something else. it's all very uncertain, but at least theyre dismantling white supremacy in a tangible way. ofc not all rukran are okay with this but theyre outnumbered and the native people have more agency now. abidan and chaiyo can finally be happy in peace. all it took was toppling a kingdom.

[minhio22]

I need you

Hajun x reader

Spoliers for Vibes cd drama

Im not good with this whole layout thing excuse me. Have this whole oneshot i wrote out of the blue in one sitting

You thought it was weird of him to be so on edge before a show. Hajun was never one to be that snappy before a showdown with anyone. Be it Buraikan or cozmez he would never waver. He would always go out with that annoying confidence with that big ego of his. That was what you liked about him.

But to see him so on edge and seeing him snap at Allen backstage it made your eyebrows rise when you saw it. You knew it wasn't like him. Surprisingly he just apologized. Something was up with him but Hajun was always hard to read no matter how much time you had already spent with him.

Before BAE went for their show you caught up with Hajun seeing as he was the last one to leave the room.

"Hajun! Wait up!" You had called out to him.

Hajun turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "What is it?" Hajun asked in that proper tone he always had.

"I-is something wrong? You're not yourself today. Are you alright?" You asked despite knowing he wasn't one for opening up. You still asked because you were worried about him. You would ask a thousand times even if he would still reply the same and that was that he was completely fine.

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Of course I am." Hajun gave that charming smile of his while replying with a slight teasing tone. You could still tell that something was off with him but he wasn't going to let it be known. Hell be damned for him to show weakness to anyone. He knew you knew that something was up with him but he just brushed it off. You know there was no point in pushing him so you just dropped it.

"Alright then. Best of luck Hajun. Not that I think you need it." You gave him a weak smile that worry in your eyes not fading one bit. Hajun could see it clearly which made him smile a bit gently at you in hopes of elevating it a bit. With that he left.

You felt like your heart was being ripped out. You felt like the world had gone quiet, the sound of your beating heart the only thing that occupied your ears. You felt like your vision was blurry as the only thing you could see was him.

Him

Him not singing his verse of the song. Him suddenly starting to lose his breath. Him suddenly breathing hardly as if his lungs were under water, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in this world for him. Him swaying from side to side a bit before passing out on the floor. Him clutching his chest while doing so. Him on the cold floor of the stage breathing erratically.

The only thing you remembered was everyone around you screaming. Your shouts getting lost in the noise of the crowd. Your legs taking you faster than they ever had.

You were backstage now. Your hand clutching Hajun's tightly. His breathing sounded like he was in so much pain that you couldn't even begin to describe. It brought you so much pain like someone had cut you open and stabbed your heart repeatedly, however it still continued to beat on. His hand was cold, so cold. It felt like the hand of someone dying. The hand of someone who's losing their life. You clutched his hand harder when you thought of that unwilling to let him go, not wanting him to leave you. Kneeling on the floor clutching his left hand as if that was what was stopping him from going.

Akanyatsura had entered the room asking what happened. You let Anne and Allen answer their questions and talk to them. Your mind was occupied with thoughts of him. How you should've pushed him to tell you earlier. That maybe this was all your fault as you could tell something was wrong but you did nothing to prevent him.

Hajun's eyes were closed, sweat trickling down his face as if he was with a fever if only it wasn't for your hand against his cold ones you would've believed so. He still looked oh so handsome with that gentle prince-like beauty of his. If he wasn't breathing so erratically you would've believed he was in deep slumber instead.

Out of the blue his hand that you were holding was starting to change colour. "Um guys?" You spoke for the first time calling out to the people in the room. You raised his hand that you were still holding, gesturing to it. It was rapidly changing to a bluish purple colour.

"It's the metal's acute erosion." Iori replied.

Everyone in the room gasped. You were back in your thoughts again. Your brain running faster than it usually would. Thoughts going in and out in your head, making you worry about losing Hajun even more, making you clench his hand even more. Making you second-guess yourself. Making you think of the worst things possible. The worst case scenarios.

Iori knelt beside you. "Let me take a quick look." His tone was gentle due to the fact that when he looked at you, your eyes were glazed over with tears and it seemed that you were unaware of it. He could tell how much you cared as your grip on Hajun's hand was relentless.

You reluctantly let go of Hajun's hand and shuffled away a bit to give Iori some space to inspect Hajun. Hajun was breathing shakily. It pained you so much you wanted to take away his worries so badly.

"This is bad. Looks like the erosion started from his finger and probably reached his heart. This is not its average speed. Now that it came to this, we can't do anything anymore."

You were surprised at his words. "No! You can't mean Suiseki-san! There has to be something…. " You trailed off at the end of your outrage. You knew the risks of being a phantom rapper despite not being one. You glanced at Hajun, tears finally dropping from your eyes. You buried your face into the sleeve of his jacket as you clutch his hand back. You mumbling his name over and over as if that would bring him back. You had blocked out every noise in the room once again. The sight of it was heartbreaking to everyone in the room. Iori felt a little guilty having to lay the cold hard truth to you like that but he had to do it nonetheless.

"There's nothing else…. But one way." Iori had said which made you perk up. Everyone was slightly startled by your head suddenly rising as you looked at Iori with such resolution. "But it requires a lot of resolution."

"Please tell us!" Allen exclaimed.

"Use Hajun's metal and force your way into his mind." Iori stated.

"That's…. Possible?" You questioned.

"I don't know." There was a slight pity in his eyes. "But there was someone who did it once in the past. I heard that he saved his partner who collapsed on stage using this method. It was Buraikan's Shura." Gaspes resounded in the room. "But it's just a story close to a legend. No conclusive evidence. No…. It's something that Buraikan has done. So we couldn't possibly imitate it."

"I got it! I'll do it" Allen sounded so sure that it surprised Iori. "Please tell me how I can dive into Hajun's mind."

"It’s the same as doing phantom lives. You kiss the metal. But you’re going to kiss Hajun’s metal." Iori explained.

"Hajun's metal?" Anne inquired. You glanced at his hand which you were holding to look at his metal.

"The metal is the door that connects to its holder’s mind. And with the sudden erosion, the metal is trying to become one with its holder." Iori further explained.

"In other words, that door is left open?" Anne asked.

"Alright! Let's go!"

"Wait! Do you understand what it means diving into another person’s mind? One mistake and you might never come back. And then…" Iori warned them.

"We will also become just like Hajun is right now?" Anne asked.

"No. It might even be worse than this. It’s live or die. Despite that, you’ll do it?"

"I will! I want to save Hajun!" The three of you exclaimed.

Anne and Allen were reluctant on letting you follow as you had never experienced something like this before.

"But I want to go! I have to go! I can't just sit around and let him die. Let you guys die." You argued with them.

"But if something were to happen to you hajun would…" Allen started.

"I don't care! If i don't do something I wouldn't be able to live with it! He won't even be here if that's the case."

In the end they let you follow along as you kissed his metal. It was a weird sensation. Kissing something that was in a way deeply connected to someone. You groaned when you entered Hajun's mind. You never felt anything like it. It was…. Weird…. You didn't know how to describe it.

"Are you alright Anne, Y/n?" Allen asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Anne pants.

You just gave a thumbs up. It was really dim. Was it always like this inside people's minds? Well you wouldn't know this was the first time you entered one anyways. It struck you that you were doing something really unbelievable and you might not even live to tell the tale. You guys walk around trying to find Hajun.

"Ah! There! I can see light!" Anne pointed out.

"And there’s a door. That’s gotta be it…" Allen said. The three of you run towards it.

"It seems like you don’t get it."

"Eh?"

"Hajun, it means that you’re no longer needed in this house."

"Eh?"

"Don’t tell me this is…" Allen started.

"Hajun's trauma. The day when his parents threw him out? Poor boy was so shocked he could only say 'eh?'. What kind of parents are those?" You huffed angrily a bit.

"Then… I…"

"Yes, Hajun. You’re an unneeded child."

The voice of Hajun's father saying unneeded eded child was echoing throughout the room.

"Hajun’s not an unneeded child!" Allen slammed the door open.

"That’s right, you toxic parents! The unneeded one is you! Now disappear this instant!" Anne snapped. As if it was magic they really did disappear. "Oh! They really disappeared! I’m so awesome!" You chuckled at that and Allen just sighed.

"Uhm… who are you?" A younger version of Hajun asked. You could see how this cute little boy came to grow up into such a good looking man. You flushed a bit at how cute he was. Pinching his cheeks was a thought on your mind.

"Ah! Eh, little Hajun? So cute! What’s with those cheeks?! I wanna snuggle on them!" Anne exclaimed.

"Yeah isn't he Anne? You might want to do that now cause I don't think he will let you when we get back. I wanna pinch his cheeks…"

"Eh? Ah, Uhm…" younger Hajun seemed overwhelmed.

"Alright, Hajun. Listen carefully. No matter what your parents say, you’re not an unneeded child! Definitely not!" Allen told him.

"He’s right. When you get a little older, you’ll turn sarcastic, with a sharp tongue and a sick personality, but we like that kind of you. That’s because you do your best more than anyone else, always serious, and even though you’re nice, you’re shy about it." Anne added.

"And you may not have a lot of friends but there's a lot of people who look up to you." You added.

"Sorry that I didn’t realize about the metal. It must have been hard for you getting this far." Allen said.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask more when I noticed something was off with you today. I should've. It must've been hard putting on with all that pain. I wish you would've leaned on us more. Say something-" You told him tears were spilling out a bit.

"I can’t say it." Younger Hajun said abruptly. "If I say something like that, I’ll become an unneeded child again.

You clenched you fists as Anne and Allen gasped.

"If it means I won’t become an unneeded child, I’ll do anything. I’ll endure no matter how hard it is." He continued. "Because I love them. Being thrown away by the people I love saying I’m an unneeded child is much scarier than death."

"How stupid. I told you before, didn’t I? That I won’t betray you. That I will never abandon you! Seriously… making people say such embarrassing things… What’s with you…" Allen confessed.

"You're surprisingly softhearted huh Hajun?" You noted. "To think you think that way…. I would never leave you. Instead I'm scared of it being the other way. You're not unneeded. BAE needs you. Allen needs you. Anne needs you." You stopped a bit before saying your last words. "I need you."

You guys managed to get out safe and sound in one piece. You woke up groaning a bit. Your head was against hajun's shoulder it seems. Hajun seemed to wake up and noticed you there, he seemed confused. Anne and Allen had tackled him and started crying. You backed away a bit not wanting to ruin the moment. That and you've been sticking to Hajun like glue so you suppose you could give other people some time with him.

"Whoa what's all this?" Hajun asked, confused.

At that moment Akanyatsura had come back and seemed pleased that Hajun was alive and kicking.

A lot happened but now you were alone in the backstage room with Hajun. You sweatdropped everyone had scuffled out so quickly you thought it was planned. Nonetheless you were grateful to be able to talk to him privately.

Hajun had definitely noticed your disheveled look, your puffy red blood eyes, swollen from crying so hard and your hair was a mess. You didn't waste time in tackling him into a hug which left him speechless. It caught him off guard but you could feel his arms wrap around you not long after.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" You started but Hajun wasn't having any of it.

"No. It's my fault and my fault alone. You couldn't have done anything." Hajun said sternly not wanting you to blame yourself.

"But if I had pushed you to answer today then maybe-" Hajun called out your name sternly. You instantly shut up.

"I didn't tell anyone so there's no way you could've known. It's not your fault. Don't worry. I'm fine." Hajun replied. He let go of you and grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss and left his mouth there saying his next words. Your face burned red from the action. He was so charming and he knew it. "I won't make you worry next time. I promise. I won't leave you. Besides you need me right?" Hajun smirked as he said those last words his eyes looking at you as his lips were still on the back of your hand. You instantly went a shade redder at his smirk and words. He might not remember what happened in there but subconsciously he does.

[abitofboth]

okay fuck it I’m gonna write detailed thoughts about cinderella’s castle even though I never usually do cuz like who am I to review something

first of all: PUPPETS!!!!! god, I am SO glad starkid puppets are back in action. I fully believe puppets should be used in theatre way more than they are now (the joey puppet in war horse is extraordinary) and the puppetry in cc was so reminiscent of starship to me- I’ve been craving the high of pincer and bug for YEARS lmao. when hop-a-lot came on stage I audibly went “oh shit”, crumb is a fuckin delightful little guy and I desperately need to hug him, and the troll puppets brought so much life to characters that I think wouldn’t have been as fun without them. the love that went into crafting every puppet is so easy to see and I really hope we get more of it from starkid in the future!!

I’m really happy to see bryce in a main role, she is a fuckin powerhouse!!! her voice is incredible and she brought such a fun spin to ella. I was lowkey worried it was gonna give off alw bad cinderella vibes but I shoulda had more faith, her character charms you as soon as she walks on stage!!

I’m also kind of a little obsessed with tadius?? curt in any role is guaranteed to take my heart but god, make him a lover boy and throw in a sprinkle of sass and I’ll just lay down my life for him. wish there’d been some more of the romance between him and ella!!

the trolls were also some incredibly fun characters. lauren and mariah killed it and like let’s be real, we were all rooting for them and their hot girl summer. what’s a little murder between friends?? angela was great and I loved the twist on the stepmother character that was way more interesting than the usual “she’s just kind of a bitch”.

jeff as the narrator was perfect but we all knew that was gonna be the case anyway. give him his cunty eyeliner and the man’s unstoppable.

joey’s voice work also deserves a special shout out!! every time he opens his mouth I’m giving him a standing ovation. what can’t the man do??

I didn’t love the character of the prince but ig that’s the point of him!! james played him so well and I really do think he’s so underrated as an actor. the physicality and comedy that he brings really makes him stand out, but I will say that the sex jokes got old pretty quickly for me lmao. it made him feel a lot more one-beat than I think they were going for

I reeeaally enjoyed the set and lighting of this one!! literally as soon as we pressed play, my sister and I were like oh shit okay I see your bigger budget mr lang!! and the COSTUMES!! loved loved loved them. Ella’s dress was beautiful and I’m really glad they went with something of their own design rather than try to replicate something disney-ish. it looks like they had a load of fun with the wigs in this one too which I always love to see!!

I thought kim, jon, and joey were, despite shining in whatever stage time they had, WOEFULLY underused. only one scene for kim, and I wish we’d have been able to spend more time with hop-a-lot and crumb- considering they were main characters it felt like we barely saw them. they had like, at most three lines in a song too? let them sing!!!

the music was also not what I expected! I didn’t expect it to be so synth-y, maybe more of a rock vibe from the small hints we had during production? I saw another review say it gave them 80s fantasy film vibes and I think that’s the perf description!! I really enjoyed all the songs and I always love being able to take in whatever jeff has cooked up. everyone was on their a-game as always with their voices too- bryce and kim were real stand outs for me. I do feel like the soundtrack is kind of forgettable though? usually after watching a starkid show I’ll find at least a few songs have earwormed their way into my head but right now I can only recall the opening/closing song. maybe that’s just on me though!

I also thought the general pacing was a little off and the story was maybe not quite ready. some parts felt rushed and some parts dragged a little, and at the end I was left still feeling a little hungry for something more.

overall I really enjoyed it!! I’ve been a huge fan of starkid for well over a decade and with each new show I’m blown away by their creativity and obvious love for the craft. I was so excited to see them move away from hatchetfield for now and jump into a different sandbox to play around with, and I’m SOOOO looking forward to the proshot version because I just know it’s gonna blow everyone away. I’m so glad they make such incredible theatre and do it in such an accessible way, and not to sound super cheesy but god is it great to be alive at the same time as them

(and really, nick lang I am begging you to make a crumb plushie)

[essential-music]

As the opening chords of DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince’s "Summertime" hum through the speakers, a warm, sun-soaked breeze seems to drift into the room, carrying the essence of a perfect July day.

Released in 1991, this hip-hop gem captures the spirit of summer with such effortless charm that it feels as timeless as the season itself. Its music quality—rooted in masterful production, smooth lyricism, and universal appeal—makes it a standout track that continues to resonate decades later.

The heartbeat of "Summertime" lies in its production, a seamless blend of nostalgia and innovation. DJ Jazzy Jeff, the sonic architect behind the track, weaves a tapestry of sound by sampling Kool & The Gang’s 1974 classic "Summer Madness." The jazzy, languid instrumental, with its hypnotic keyboard melody and soft bassline, forms the perfect backdrop for a song about cruising with the windows down. Jeff layers crisp drum kicks and snares, giving the track a steady pulse that’s both relaxed and infectious. The tempo invites listeners to sway or nod along, evoking images of block parties or lazy afternoons on the porch. The production feels polished yet organic, with subtle turntable scratches adding texture without overpowering the groove. Remarkably, the track’s warm, analog quality hints at later G-Funk styles, making it feel ahead of its time while still grounded in the early ’90s hip-hop aesthetic.

Will Smith, as The Fresh Prince, delivers a vocal performance that’s as charismatic as it is precise. His flow, heavily inspired by the legendary Rakim, glides over the beat with a rhythmic finesse that feels natural and unforced. Each verse paints a vivid picture of summer—friends laughing, cars gleaming, and music blasting—capturing universal moments that transcend place and time. Smith’s clean, accessible lyrics avoid the grit of some contemporary rap, focusing instead on joy and camaraderie. Lines like “the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia” resonate for their ability to bottle sensory experiences. His clear diction and playful delivery, peppered with quirky references like “knee-san” (a nod to Nissan’s pronunciation), add personality and relatability. While the lyrics don’t dive into profound social commentary, their simplicity is intentional, serving the song’s mission as a carefree anthem.

The track’s structure is deceptively straightforward—verse, chorus, verse, with a brief bridge—yet it never feels repetitive. The interplay between Smith’s storytelling and the instrumental breaks keeps the energy dynamic, allowing the beat to breathe. The melody, drawn from the "Summer Madness" sample, is minimal but evocative, its looping chords creating a dreamy atmosphere. Harmonically, the song leans on a few key progressions, letting the vocals and rhythm drive the experience. This restraint showcases the production’s confidence: every element serves the vibe without clutter.

Beyond its technical brilliance, "Summertime" shines for its emotional and cultural resonance. It’s a song that lifts spirits, as if pressing play could banish a bad day. Its universal themes—friendship, freedom, and the joy of warm nights—connect with listeners worldwide, from Philly to far-flung corners. The track’s presence in media, from TV shows like "Bel-Air" to video games like "GTA Vice City," has cemented its status as a cultural touchstone, introducing its sunny groove to new generations. Its clean aesthetic, rare for hip-hop of the era, broadens its appeal, making it a family-friendly staple at cookouts and car rides alike.

"Summertime" is more than a song; it’s a time machine, a mood-lifter, a shared memory. DJ Jazzy Jeff’s production genius and Will Smith’s magnetic performance create a track that feels as vital today as it did in 1991. It’s the sound of tires rolling on hot pavement, of laughter echoing under streetlights, of moments you wish could last forever.

Year: 1991

Composition/Lyrics: A. Taylor, R. Mickens, R. Bell, G. Brown, K. Fingers, Richard Westfield, B. Thomas, C. Smith, Wiilard Smith

Producer: Fingers

[tickly-trashcan]

More Zeldas are always a good thing. (I recently replayed “The Minish Cap;” still perfect. “Echoes of Wisdom” is surprisingly deep too if you haven’t picked that up yet.)

You said you’re looking for an adventure title in that vein…if they’re on sale, maybe check out the indies “Baldo: The Guardian Owls” or “Ary & The Secret of Seasons.” They’re both blatant Zelda ripoffs…the worlds, the dungeons, the treasures and items…and they can be janky or poorly-designed at times, but they’re really charming and have fun stories. (Also definitely don’t play them on Switch.) “The Plucky Squire” is supposed to be awesome too but I haven’t got that yet.

If you’re a Metroidvania fan, “Prince of Persia: The Lost Crown” and “Yars Rising” are fantastic recent examples that were unfortunately played by no one.

“Alien: Isolation” is great for crapping your pants in fear. I’ve been meaning to finish that but got distracted from it a few months ago and haven’t picked it up again.

Now, action games/beat-em-ups. I got “Lollipop Chainsaw RePop” on PS4 and had a blast with that.

“No Straight Roads” is kind of a lesser indie version of “Hi-Fi Rush.” Like the aforementioned Baldo & Ary, it’s one of those games that’s not technically great, but you wind up liking it anyway. You’d probably love the art style and the characters and world. (High levels of tickle community potential 👀) It’s also very short.

Here’s a unique one. “Battle Chef Brigade” combines Metroidvania combat and color-match puzzle games like Puyo Puyo. Each round, you run out into a field area and kill monsters, collect their body parts/ingredients, then bring them back to a kitchen and combine them into a dish before time runs out.

OMGGG ALL THESE RECS THANK YOU SO SO MUCHHHH

I love the Minish Cap SOOOO much I think it's one of my fav Zelda games... the picori hold such a special place in my heart... and I just got Echoes of Wisdom over my winter break but I didn't get super far into it before I had to get back to school!! I'm hoping to play more of it when I get home for spring break but I might save it for summer so I can really sink into it hehe what I've played so far was amazing! :D

Oooh I love dungeon games... honestly if it scratches that Zelda itch I will 100% check them out hehe!! I'm really interested in the Baldo one it almost reminds me of Ni No Kuni?? Ahh I never finished that game either I should go back to it I loved that game...

I think I've seen ads for Prince of Persia before!! It looks familiar and really really fun I'm gonna put it on my wishlist right now hehe omgg and the Yars Rising game looks fun too! I don't know if I've played a ton of Metroidvania games before but I love learning new mechanics and stuff like that so I'll check them out!

Alien: Isolation might actually be too scary for me LOL I love horror games so much (Until Dawn is one of my FAVEEES) but I have to make the silliest confession on here... I am terrified of aliens!!! I might watch a playthrough of this one but I think my little heart couldnt take playing it HAHAHAAA thank you for the rec though it looks really funnn

Lollipop Chainsaw looks so fun omg. I lowkey love beat-em-up games I need to play them more often! Hi-Fi Rush also looks SO fun I love the artstyle omg I just added it to my wishlist I lowkey might get this one just for the vibes

OMG THIS LOOKS AMAZING... Battle Chef Brigade went straight onto my wishlist!! I love cooking and I don't play enough cooking games even though I really love them and this looks so so fun!! Almost dunmeshi vibes oooooohhhh I'm excited for this one

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR RECS!!! I'm seriously so interested in all of these omg some of them I'm gonna wait for a steam sale but Battle Chef Brigade and Hi-Fi Rush look super fun and I might cave early and buy them LOL I appreciate all the recs!!! :D

[teenidlegirl]

please i just need a small lil fic of reader and miguel meeting at a baile/quince and just falling in love 🥹

⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀meeting miguel at a quince⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀so cute! not taking requests but i accept this

you were invited to your best friend’s daughter’s quinceanera. the place decorated in pink, music playing from the speakers, delicious food being served, people dancing on the floor. the vibes are alive and everyone is having an incredible time. while dancing with friends, you accidentally bump into someone with your back, or at least something sturdy because it felt like a wall.

“oh i’m sorry!” you cry, swiftly turning around to see who you accidentally bumped into.

“no no it’s alright. it’s my fault.”

the moment you lock eyes with the person you’ve bumped into, both of your eyes dilate immensely. standing before you is a man probably two feet taller than you. clad in all black, a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. la virgencita around his neck. broad shoulders and chest. dark chocolate locks that seem to be gelled back. he is undoubtedly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen.

him, on the other hand, is awestruck. he believes an angel is standing right in front of him. your big doe eyes staring into his own, utterly lost in them. the baby pink dress you’re wearing makes your appearance so enthralling, outlining your curves so graciously. his breath got caught in his throat.

you two just stand there, staring into each other’s eyes, completely lost in trance. it feels like time stopped or slowed down, everything else is a blur.

the dreamy moment ends when your best friend and her husband walk by, making you and the man snap out of trance in unison. she introduces you both. miguel is his name and turns out he’s best friends with the husband. what a coincidence.

you and miguel chitchat for hours, getting to know one another. turns out you two share several things in common, making the conversation more enjoyable. hours of smiling and laughing. he is so charming and you’re so loving. you’d never miss the way he would lean a bit closer or slightly tilt his head when you talk. miguel cherished that beautiful smile or the heavenly sounds of your laughter. gazing into each other’s eyes until the tension is unbearable that makes you both look away bashfully for a moment, heat rising in your cheeks.

when it was time to dance again, miguel stands up and asks if you’d honor him a dance. with a bashful smile, you gladly accept and make your way to the dance floor. your heart skips a beat the moment your bodies press together. his large hand enfolding your smaller hand ever so gently. your bodies sway in harmony, matching the rhythm of the music. getting lost in each other’s eyes once again. it feels like a fairytale, a princess dancing with her prince. the outside world, everyone else was completely forgotten as you and miguel sway together on the dance floor.

“estas hermosa.” miguel whispers in your ear, making you a blushing mess which makes him smile.

from afar, across the venue, your best friend observes you and miguel with a proud smile on her face. playing cupid tonight was a complete success.

©⠀TEENIDLEGIRL⠀♡⠀don’t plagiarize or repost my work

[simmie-stories]

Gen 1. Snow White #43 The Engagement Dinner Confrontation

Jeffery and Elise Charming were waiting at The Rabbit Hole restaurant for Snow and the 7 Dwarfs. It was time for the Engagement Dinner.

The Rabbit Hole restaurant by #simsiren94 (EA ID)

(This gave me "Heigh-ho" vibes...)

Everyone played musical chairs all evening in celebration of the Engagement.

As King Jeffery gave his toast, the restaurant door opened.

Evil and Gabriella (now a child) walked in. "Well, well... I see a celebratory gift is in order."

(Gabriella started chatting it up with King Jeffery and the two were friends by the end of the evening... you're not helping my storytelling here...)

A wave of overwhelming sadness washed over Snow. She became Depressed under Evil's spell.

Evil was unsatisfied. This time, Evil tried to cast a lightning spell on Snow.

Not sure why Snow took out her phone at this moment...

But Evil's spell seemed to backfire and she zapped herself instead.

"That's enough! What have I done to deserve this?! Why won't you just leave me and my family alone? I've left you to your castle - my FATHER's castle -= all these years!"

In a fit of rage, Snow threw herself at the Queen.

Sadly, Snow lost the fight and took a beating, even with the Queen in a daze from her backfired spell.

Raphael turned to Florian: "Are you seriously just going to stand back and watch?"

The Prince threw himself at the Queen as Snow "ran" from the restaurant.

She watched from outside as Florian and Queen fought for the first time (I was laughing so hard at this).

Raphael: "#$(@#)! Get out of here!" (I'm not sure who won, as I wasn't controlling either of them)

"If you and your precious Snow leave this land, I will never bother you again. This is MY queendom now, and it will belong to Gabriella." "#$#@)!" said Florian.

The Queen winked out. "Wait for me, Mama!" cried Gabriella, and she winked out as well.

"What do we do, Florian? She will never leave us alone!" "I think it's time we considered leaving the Bramblewood and moving to Tartosa, my father's land. We have a castle estate there that we can rule from." "What about the kids?" "They're graduating this week, and off to university this fall, and will take care of themselves. The queen never threatened them. She's only obsessed about getting rid of you." "Not ALL of them are going to university." "They've got this, Snow... you've raised them well. They can always come visit us or even live in the village in Tartosa if they chose to do so." "I'll think about it... but maybe you're right."

Florian went home, relieved that Snow was more open to leaving the Bramblewood now...

Snow cried herself to sleep that night... all she wanted was a "Big Happy Family," but she couldn't stay here much longer.

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[azothmahoushoujo]

I won't get too deep into it because my brain doesn't feel good from breathing in too much fumes or whatever, but the reason I believe that there's very little evidence that Matou Sakura is bisexual when solely going off of Fate Stay Night is because of the factor that sexual violence is very much a type of violence rather than or far more so than a type of sex or sexuality. The only real evidence people point to in the visual novel is when she sexually violates her older sister Tohsaka Rin in a bad ending. The fact that it's a bad ending doesn't make the evidence any less valid than say if it were to be from or required for her true ending, but when she says that she's aroused by what's going on, it seems much more like she's aroused by the vengeance and harm that she's inflicting on Tohsaka Rin rather than anything related to Tohsaka Rin beyond her being an object for her vengeance, let alone her gender. It's incestuous sexual violence, not incestuous sex for the sake of getting off to or being aroused by the person themself so to speak. If she were coded throughout the story as a lesbian and raped a theoretical different brother from Matou Shinji instead in a similar vein, I don't that'd be good evidence she's bisexual either. She's very much aroused by being able to inflict the pain that she's dealt with for so long against someone she sees as dealing with nothing and being perfect and taking everything away from her, but it's very much her being aroused by the idea and act of that and not the person or human being she is attacking. Nothing else really holds up for her in Fate Stay Night nor Fate Hollow Ataraxia as far as her potential of being bisexual either. She literally never looks at Rider sexually outside of like a dream sequence in the latter visual novel from what I remember, Rider's dream mind you, and she never once looks at Saber, Tohsaka Rin, Fujimura Taiga, or any other girl erotically either. Hell you could joke that Heaven's Feel is Rider having to court Emiya Shirou into being a good man for Matou Sakura because she can't be that for her as again Matou Sakura literally never looks at her that way even once despite being her prince charming in action way more than anyone else ever is. Woman loving woman having to teach the dickass guy the straight girl she loves is into not to suck type beat lol. Anyways if you want an actual incestous bisexual character with similar vibes that people like to imagine Matou Sakura has, Tohno Akiha is right there.

An interpretation of Matou Sakura being heterosexual isn't all that jarring really and could reasonably make sense though I don't feel like explaining why at the moment. It's not a long explanation or anything, it's just more so that the one piece of evidence to the contrary is a bit flimsy when one thinks about it consistently with an understanding of how sexual abuse functions.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

If any of those four boys are on a horse, I'm gonna scream.

[seasasyan]

Hiii! Can I get Teru with a s/o who’s quiet at first but as time passes and they warm to him, their sassy and a little bit mean, a little. Have a nice day :)

i see you're a Teru lover , honestly same

take your time

It's pretty normal to people not warming up to others when they first meet , giving them a calm and quite vibe of yourself before actually showing off the real you , though this could be seen as an hard task if we're talking about showing your personality to the prince of the school , Teru Minamoto.

You don't know exactly how and when he started to hang out with you more and more everyday , but this didn't help you to get out to your shell , how could you anyways : everyone sees him as the perfect boy in the whole school , a charming , kind and smart prince , everyone is lucly to have him around ; of course you agreed to them , that's why if you would show your trues self , you think that he wouldn't like you. You often joke with your friends , using irony and all , so you always think that he would prefer someone more calmer.

Months went by pretty fast , you and Teru got much closer from before. What you didn't know is that he always sees you talking to your friends , and your behaviour is different from what you act with him , he wonders if the change of personality its because you can't stand being with him and he's just forcing you to be with him

And obviously he will invite you to the students council room to talk about it , he really like you and doesn't want to make uncomfortable in any way being this close to you

It wasn't rare for him to invite you there when Akane isn't with him , just to talk with him and make his work more enjoyable ; he's always the one to talk but today you'll be the one to speak.

You knocked on the door and heard a " come in " from the boy ; you entered the room and found him with a pile of papers beside him as always. He looked up at you and smiled , that smile that could make your heart beat as fast as it could , making your head low down from the embarrassment , though Teru took it as a sign for you to not look at him. He began to talk

" [ Name ] , i was waiting for you ! Please take a seat on the sofà , i really want to talk to you about something " your stomach twisted at that sentence , it could've been anything , he wouldn't had to invite you to the council room if it was a good news so it had to be something bad " about what ? " you asked trying to not give in to the anxiety. He gets up from his chair and seats beside you " i've noticed the way you're around me and the way you act around your friends ; when you're with them you act more .. carefree. Is it because , you despise me [ name ] , you know .. i really like you , and i wouldn't mind you acting like yourself with me. But if you do really despise me , then i apologize for not getting it sooner "

You exploded after hearing those words , you would've never guessed Teru felt this way towards you , and you felt so dumb to let him think you despised him

What helped you return to the actual situaton was him squeezing your hands waiting for an answer " i never hated you Teru ... i really do like you too , its just that i thought you wouldn't like me for what i really am , and thinking about it now its sound really dumb " you both laughed at your comment.

It didn't take long for you two officially dating ; you still haven't warmed up to him totally but he's glad you can crack some jokes around him instead of nodding on what he's saying , he loves you and your personality , and he doesn't care how much will have to wait for you to warm up to him , he will do it , wait for you until you're ready

[beanswrites]

"Encanto" is one of the best Disney movies ever, and here's why

1. Representation of mental health in a children's movie

This movie so brilliantly showed mental health issues in many of it's characters. Mirabel thinks that she isn't good enough because of Abuela, which is a good sign of Avoidant Personality Disorder. Luisa obviously has crippling anxiety from the weight that's been put on her shoulders, and Bruno is showing hints of depression and anxiety as well.

As the oldest sibling of my family who had severe anxiety all my life, never have I ever related to Disney songs as much as "Surface Pressure" and "Waiting On A Miracle". I think it's beautiful how Disney made not one but two songs about mental illness, and dealing with it. It teaches kids to not hide their feelings!

2. Showing diversity by having a Colombian family as the main characters

This movie is one of the rare ones which don't have a white protagonist. I noticed that in the last few years Disney started showing more and more diversity with non-white female leads (Tiana, Moana, Raya, and now Mirabel), and I especially love how it's a family! A great detail that needs to be recognized is that even tho they do look alike (because they are a family), none of the characters look the same. I feel like in the older movies, even when there was some diversity, all people of color would look the same. It shows how much Disney has improved!

It also shows toxic family relations in Latina families, like how Abuela favorited others over Mirabel, especially because Mirabel is a middle child. This movie is on all levels so realistic. Besides the magic.

3. Having a strong female lead with realist proportions and an actual personality

Since the beginning of 2000 up until now, Disney and Pixar have been doing a great job at making characters with realistic, complex personalities, and it really shows. They really went from having white princesses being saved by a prince charming to strong, diverse women who have enthusiasm and take charge by themselves. Don't get me wrong, I still love the older white princesses, but I'm glad that nowadays every little girl can look at the screen and see a princess that looks like them! Disney still has a long way ahead of them when it comes to diversity (would it KILL you to make an LGBTQIA+ character?? Or a Muslim character??), but we gotta appreciate how far they came!

I also loved this movie for it's lack of small waists, for it's realistically sized noses and actual hips on characters. Feels good to have realistically proportionate people in cartoons, it reminds kids that all shapes and sizes are gorgeous!

4. Awesome plot and great animation

The plot and even the idea of "Encanto" is really interesting, and it isn't one of the classical, overused tropes. The story is very original, and it isn't the classical family cliché.

I loved the animation, it's really raw and full of emotion. There were some scenes I didn't believe were actually animated because of how good they are, like Abuela crying.

5. Having an amazing soundtrack written by the legend Lin-Manuel Miranda himself

Name one bad song from this soundtrack. I'll wait.

From the beat to the lyrics and even the placement of the songs in the right moment, everything about this soundtrack is awesome! The tunes are so catchy (everybody has "We Don't Talk About Bruno" stuck in their heads) that it still reminds you that it's a Disney movie, but the lyrics are so deep and meaningful and clever and touching. The way Dolores smugly hid the fact that she can actually hear Bruno thru the walls in "We Don't Talk About Bruno" and then asked Mirabel "Do you understand?" was brilliant.

Also, "Dos Origuitas" is 2021's version of "Remember Me" from Coco. It has the same sad but also beautiful vibe.

Bonus:

Pepa and Felix being the best married couple ever

I- They are seriously the cutest. Pepa is so interesting and weird, and Felix is such an awesome, supportive husband that it's practically impossible to not love them. Felix is the type of a guy that would cause an unexpected rain all over the Encanto just and only because he tickled Pepa so hard that she started crying (brb gonna go write a fanfic like this). They are awesome partners, and even more amazing parents.

If you say that you don't simp (or at least love them) for Dolores or Camilo (or in my case both), you are lying. I don't make the rules.

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All in all, Encanto is an awesome movie, in all aspects. I can just tell that one day, in like 30 years, kids are gonna be watching and loving this movie like we love "Beauty And The Beast" today. This one is gonna be one of the classics.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Filthy Fucking Pet

A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which Jax Teller owns and abuses you like an actual animal… this shit is mad intense lol and Jax is an absolute alpha male asshole. **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Jax, extreme degradation/dehumanization (master/pet kink, sweat kink, foot worship, ass worship, Jax humiliates you to the max, realistically this is not at all a healthy relationship) Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)

Word Count: ~2.6k

**Please note warnings above**

Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…

Seriously, this shit is super savage and sick and twisted. You’re basically Jax Teller’s personal house pet. In addition to kinky stuff like rimming and the general vibe of extreme submission, this is also the first fic I’ve posted on tumblr that features foot worshiping (I swear I have no interest in feet irl really – as with pretty much all of the kinks in my kinkiest fics honestly, it’s just a theoretical fantasy that I have only for Charlie, and only in theory… since theoretically I have no limits with my sex god king…)

Anywhore, enough ado about nothing! 🙃 All of the kinks in this fic are mentioned in the above warnings, so please just be mindful of them before you jump in…

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You used to be human. But now... it feels as if you've never been.

From the day you and Jackson first met, way back when, you had fallen in love with the crown prince. Fallen to your knees to serve him as his bitch and that's all you have been ever since. Pleasing him is your business. You're his little whore, and his personal pet: nothing more, nothing less. 

Anything but human honestly. You're whatever Jax Teller wants you to be. His kinky sex kitten, his filthy fuckpig, or his damn dirty dog on a leash. It's the best. You don't speak, you don't eat—not human food, at least—you just serve at his feet. This is your whole existence. And God, you feel so fucking blessed.

You spend all your days in his house, day in and day out. The castle of the king of Charming. It's such a gift just to live under the same roof as him. Whenever he's not home, you miss him so badly it hurts. But you keep yourself busy by doing the housework. Constantly crawling on all fours, you use your grubby paws to scrub the floor, and sweep the dust off of his furniture. 

Then once you're done with all your chores, you kneel down by the front door, and wait desperately for your master. Just counting the seconds until he returns.

Every time that it happens, the moment you hear the smooth roar of the engine as his bike gets in... then his powerful footsteps approaching the entrance... your heart starts to beat harder, faster. On fire in the presence of Jax. There is always a butt plug stuck deep in your ass, with a big fluffy fake tail attached. You're otherwise naked except for your collar and tags. 

And today, as your master comes home after quite a long time far away, you are happier than you can take—your whole body quivers and quakes, and your tail starts to wag.

When Jax finally walks in, you gaze up at him with wide, worshipful eyes. He's so damn beautiful you could cry. You yelp and whimper a few times in greeting, to express how excited you are to be seeing your king. By now your human brain has certainly stopped working. Your hungry tongue hangs from your open mouth, breathing needy and loud, as subhuman growls and thick gobs of drool keep spilling out.

He smiles down at you as he enters, worn out from a long day of being Jax Teller, the baddest motherfucker ever. He must be exhausted, no doubt. 

But still his gorgeous grin is big and genuine, bright as the sun, his slicked hair such a brilliant blonde, eyes as deep and as blue as the ocean. Clearly pleased at the sight of your tail-wagging motion, a signal of your pure devotion. 

"Happy to see me?" he teases playfully, as if he has to ask. Typical Jax.

You nod gleefully in response to that. Your perfect master reaches down to pat your head, stroking your hair now as you purr for him, showing how much you adore him, as his faithful little pet. 

"That's a good slut," he coos. "Go on, you know what to do."

Lowering your face to the ground, as ever eager to go down, upon those words he speaks, you hurry to remove his shoes. Those famously white sneaks. Then tug his socks off with your teeth—damp with a long day's worth of sweat, getting you drunk on his intoxicating scent, the pure essence of Jackson—then press sloppy kisses all over his beautiful feet. Servicing him like this is everything you need.

Ugh, you've missed him so much... full of love and submission, arousal dripping from your crotch, you stuff his socks into your mouth both at once, then lift your face off of the floor and sit back on your heels in your usual kneeling position. Your paws are propped under your chin as you blink up at him. He knows just what you want.

"Look at you, cunt. You wanna play fetch?" he says, chuckling as you bob your dumb head eagerly up and down. It's so much fun when he rolls his sweaty socks into a ball and throws it all over the house, for you to chase around. Playing that game is such a privilege. "Hmm, I would... but I'm not in the mood. Master's too fucking tired. Too bad for you, bitch."

Aw. Too bad indeed. Wallowing in self-pity, you pout and hang your head in a deep bow, but you know better than to plead. He turns to walk away now, and you follow at his feet. Crawling as you are it's always hard to keep up with his speed.

He's yawning by the time you reach the master bedroom. Some nights he has more energy when he gets home. Sometimes he'd slam you up against the wall and fuck you hard in every hole, wild and savage as an animal, filling you with his thick creamy cum, so deliciously full... 

Apparently not tonight, though. You can't blame him, you know. You can't blame Jackson Teller for any damn thing, to be honest. Of course not. Because he is your fucking king. Whatever he does, he's your master, your god; everything about his whole existence is flawless.

You watch in rapture as he strips naked, carelessly flinging his kutte and the rest of his clothes to the floor, and flops facedown in bed to lay his weary head to rest. Fit for the king he is, his bed is big and plush and luxurious. At this late hour, he's too tired to even bother with a shower, you notice. Fuck yes—that's how you like it best. 

Hopefully he'll let you use your tongue to clean up all his glorious sweat. Then whenever he leaves next to take care of business, you'll still get to savor his scent in his absence, inhaling it off of the sheets and the mattress. Your thirsty mouth is watering just at the thought of it, as you scurry all over the bedroom to clean up his mess. 

Gathering up all the clothes that he scattered, you can't help but take a deep breath. Inhaling the essence of this sinfully sexy bastard. 

You indulge in a whiff, as you slobber and sniff—focusing on the pits of his shirt so damp and sweaty it's obscene, and the rich-smelling crotch of his jeans, soaking up all the musk of his cock and his balls and his ass which smells so good it hurts—and especially his underwear... before dutifully dropping them into the hamper, along with the socks that you brought from downstairs. Though you hate washing Jax's sweet scent off of anything, one of your chores, of course, is to take care of all the laundry for your master.

"Get over here, bitch. You should clean up after me faster," he scolds, dominant voice husky and low, somewhat muffled as his head is partially sunken into one of his deluxe pillows. "Did you just get distracted by sniffing my sweat? You're such a greedy, filthy fucking pet."

You instantly start whimpering in apology, overflowing with self-hatred as you hasten toward the foot of his bed. You would say sorry, in so many words, if you could, as you should. 

But you can't, given that you're not human. And your master knows that of course. All you want is to worship his body, and show him you're sorry, but you need permission before you can move from your place on the floor...

"Crawl up onto the bed," he commands, well assured you will follow his orders as fast as you can. "Go ahead, you pathetic whore. Make yourself useful and worship my back. Can't you see I'm exhausted and need to relax?"

Oh, how you love when he lets out his inner beast and treats you to the absolute most savage side of Jax.

Though you also love when he is soft, when he treats you with sweet talk and cuddles you up... this is the side of him you adore even more. His abuse is just what you live for.

"I want a full body massage," he orders, as you set to work on his muscular shoulders. "Yeah, use those paws. And that dirty mouth of yours... so dirty... mmm, that's it, lick all the sweat off my body. Desperate fucking dog."

You don't need him to tell you—that is exactly what you're dying to do—but it's so much better when he does. So damn hot. It's insane just how much you get off on his dirty talk.

And he keeps going on as you worship his perfect physique. While your hands rub and knead every inch, your mouth traces a line down the smooth divine curve of his spine, running down the black ink of the reaper design, wet lips puckering into passionate kisses all over his dewy skin, slurping up each new bead of fresh sweat as it dribbles and leaks. Every so often, his degrading words and his delicious groans of pleasure cut to cruel sadistic laughter, whenever he wants to humiliate you for being such a freak. 

That just makes you love him even more. You're his subhuman whore, reduced into a literal pig as the maddening scent and flavor of your master makes you fucking squirm, wriggling like a worm, every sound out of your throat a squeal or a squeak. His savage strength makes you so weak...

"Unghh God, you're such a fucking animal," he snarls as you salivate all over his sculpted muscles. "Get that worthless face lower down where you belong. Yeah, you know what you want. Suffocate in my asshole."

And that very instant, you do just as told. You wedge your whole damn head into the sacred space between his sweaty cheeks, diving in deep, digging for gold. It's salty and sweet and so so fucking hot. You don't even care whether you'll ever come up for air or not. He's everything you need and all you want to breathe. Your king Jax Teller is a motherfucking god...

When he growls and reaches back with both of his strong hands to push his palms against your skull and smash your face even deeper inside his crack, the pure aggression of the act gives you a goddamn heart attack. 

Before you can even recover from that, he suddenly shifts—you gasp for a split second as his magnificent body lifts.

But the next thing you know, he is squatting low over your mouth, then sitting the fuck down till your tongue is lodged deep in his tight sweaty hole and his big heavy balls are completely smothering your snout. 

Jax throws his head back with a guttural groan as he starts to grind, taking your mouth for a ride. You could die just from that fucking sound, from the taste, from the feel of his full body weight as he shudders and sighs, dominating your face. Degrading you just right. You could do this all night. Then he looks back down, bright blue gaze locking with your eyes, open wide, sex-crazed and lost in a mad loving daze.

Is this fucking real? Even as it happens, you honestly can't fathom how good it feels...

And there's no way that you wouldn't notice, in this position of pure bliss, your master's fucking enormous cock. While you drown in his ass, savoring your sweet feast, that massive piece of meat is throbbing right above you like a beast, hard as a rock. 

"Fuuuck, that's it—eat my ass, you good-for-nothing pig..." Jax explosively grunts as his hot sphincter squeezes and strangles your tongue. "Look what you're doing to my dick. You're gonna make me fucking cum. That what you want?"

Ohhh Godddd...

He goes on before you can respond. "Well, that's just what you're gonna get. Ughh—such a good little pet..." he praises as he begins pumping himself, the pink tip of his dick giving off the rich scent of his juices, each sweet drop that glistens, all glossy and wet. Some of his precum drips to your forehead.

But that's not where his full load is going to land. No, that's all gonna go down your dirty whore throat. Jax then clutches the top of your head with one hand, fingers rooting hard into your scalp, making you gulp and gasp, as you suck on his ass, while his other fist jacks off his perfect dick, faster and harder with each fucking stroke. He's so hot it's a joke.

"Shit—gonna cum—take it, bitch... take it all till you choke..." he moans, pulling his ass swiftly off of your slobbering lips and then pressing the tip of his cock onto your twitching tongue. Blessing you with a huge load of sweet white hot cum. By this point you're struck dumb.

You can feel your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as you savor his flavor and swallow him whole. You are so goddamn grateful. Jackson Teller is feeding your body, your heart and your soul. 

You're reminded right now of what you've always known: that you are his to own. He is more than human, so much more, all that you live for... and you are so much less and always have been. Falling in these roles just feels so fucking natural. He is a fucking god—everything you are not—and you're a fucking animal.

Once he is done using you as his subhuman cum dump, your master is gracious enough to let you clean him up. You wrap your lips around his flawless cock to lick and suck off every drop. Pressing French kisses all across his freshly drained balls and his perfect pink asshole. Hoping that your beloved master knows he's your entire world.

"Good girl," Jax sighs, as your face nestles in the space between his strong powerful thighs. "Bet you wish you could sleep with me here in this bed. But that would be wrong. Don't you know where you belong, you filthy little pet?"

Ah, yes—you could never forget. With a whimper of submissive bliss, you give your master one last kiss, right on the tip of his delicious dick. Admiring how even right after he came it’s still so stiff and throbbing and thick.

And then you climb off of his mattress and crawl into your tiny pet bed, set right by his nightstand. The spot where you're so blessed to sleep beside this divine god of a man. You curl yourself up nice and small, into a little ball, so you can fit. And all the while you're still squealing like a pig. You just can't help it.

The king of Charming huffs out one of his majestic snickers at the sound of you grunting and groveling, so low-down and pathetic. "Goodnight, pig."

Your heart flutters—so grateful and glad that he calls you that, just what you are to him, always will be... so fucking filthy... you know that he is pleased, and his pleasure is all that matters.

You already can't wait till the morning when he'll let you drink from his dick, hopefully. But till then you'll just sleep, knowing that all your dreams will be sweet, for you dream of one thing only: pleasing your master.

And you're living that dream, as unreal as it seems. Your real life is as good as it gets.

You'll go on forever loving every minute of living with Jax Teller—living for Jax Teller, now and forever—as his filthy fucking pet.

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… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️

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