#notre dame series

[theetherealbloom]

NOTRE DAME — SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: In the rafters of Clinton Church, a mysterious reader with the power of illusion manipulation silently watches over Matt Murdock, the blind vigilante known as Daredevil. As danger engulfs Hell's Kitchen, their unlikely friendship blossoms into a bond of trust and longing, intertwining their fates in a battle against darkness that tests their resolve. Will their connection illuminate a path to salvation in a city of darkness or lead them deeper into the abyss?

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt to Comfort, ANGST, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, Religion, Fluff, Anxiety, PSTD, Nightmares, Catholic Guilt, Amnesia, Violence, Blood, Dark Undertones, Eventual SMUT, Shy Reader, Mentions of Abuse, Criminal Activities, Mobsters/Mafia, Character Death, Slowish Burn, Disassociation, Insecurities, Guns, Bullets,

Main Song: notre dame by Paris Paloma

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

CONTENTS:

SEASON 1

Chapter 1: At Least I’m Looking Down

Chapter 2: Sinners Come And Go

Chapter 3: The Undone and The Divine

Chapter 4: Mass Hysteria and False Accusations

Chapter 5: Holy Water Cannot Help You Now

Chapter 6: What Is Worth Suffering For?

Chapter 7: Heaven Help Me, I Need To Make It Right

SEASON 2

Chapter 8: We’re Nothing But Myths Now That Neither Of Us Believe In

Chapter 9: Coming Soon...

[cheeseburger443]

🎣 ...

[salem-sapiens]

Did you know that frollo canonically has a daughter called Claudine in the descendants series?? He even owns a creprie

Just what was going on in the producers' mind...?

P1: We need to insert this villain and a relative of his for the series. I don't really remember the movie but I know he's french and, uh...he likes singing by the fireplace, I think.

P2: Just give him a daughter, that goes well with any character. I'm sure his background and personality won't be a big matter.

P1: Aight, now since all the villains are exiled on this island we should give him something to do while he's there.

P2: You said he's french, right? Make him work in a bakery, he will sell baguette-croissant-tatin kind of stuff.

P1: Isn't that a bit stereotypical...?

P2: What about a creperie?

P1: PERFECT

But I suppose Frollo could have a daughter.

If he wasn't a misogynist.

And a bigot catholic prude.

And a pompous ass who thinks he's too good and pure compared to others.

So essentially, if he wasn't Frollo.

[knoepfl]

~~~ Masterlist ~~~

Hey there! I decided I want to do a Masterlist since I have quite a lot of work already published and wanted a place where it's organised and everyone can see clearly if there is something they'd like to read^^ I'll try to keep it updated as much as possible but I'm sure I'll fall behind at some point. Anyways. At the beginning you can see a alphabetical order of the characters I already wrote. So if you look for a specific character be sure to look into it to see if it's there. If you notice there isn't one you like you can always sent a request or ask a question^^ I'd be happy to fulfil and answer all of them if I can. Anyways I hope you like my work!

Last Updated: 24.12 24

Character List (Alphabetical)

✧ Arthur Fleck (Joker)

✧ Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

✧ Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

✧ Cedric the Sorcerer (Sofia the First)

✧ Clawd Wolf (Monster High)

✧ Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High)

✧ Clopin Trouillefou (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

✧ Drayton Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

✧ Dottore (Genshin Impact)

✧ Edward Nygma (Arkham Games/Gotham Series)

✧ Enjiro Kirishima (My Hero Academia)

✧ Felix Fickelgruber (Wonka)

✧ Fred Weasley (Harry Potter)

✧ Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

✧ Heath Ledger's Joker (Batman: The Dark Knight)

✧ Homelander (The Boys)

✧ James Hook (Peter Pan)

✧ Jerome Valeska (Gotham Series)

✧ Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham Series)

✧ Jervis Tetch (Batman: The Animated Series, Gotham Series, Arkham Games)

✧ Jonathan Crane (Batman: The Animated Series)

✧ Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

✧ L Lawliet (Death Note)

✧ Legoshi (Beastars)

✧ Ling (Mulan)

✧ Melon (Beastars)

✧ Michael Groff (Sex Education)

✧ Michael Myers (Halloween)

✧ Monoma Neito (My Hero Academia)

✧ Mylo (Arcane)

✧ Nubbins Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

✧ Pennywise (IT)

✧ Rick (Rick and Morty)

✧ Salo (Arcane)

✧ Shaggy (Scooby-Doo)

✧ Silco (Arcane)

✧ Stu Macher (Scream)

✧ Tim LaFlour (Senseless)

✧ Tomura Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)

✧ Trueman (The Trueman Show)

✧ Viktor (Arcane)

✧ Wiggins (Pocahontas)

//Anime//

✿ My Hero Academia (MHA)

✧ Shouta Aizawa

Frayed Threats of Control

Secrets in the Shadow

✧ Monoma Neito

Hidden Rivalry, Hidden Love

His to Keep

✧ Tomura Shigaraki

In the Shadows

Fractured Boundaries

Fractured Obsession

✧ Enjiro Kirishima

Breaking the Unbreakable (Request)

✿ Naruto

✧ Madara Uchiha

Between War and Desire

✿ Death Note

✧ L Lawliet

Sweets Aren't Enough

The Glass Canon (Request)

✿ Beastars

✧ Legoshi

Shadows on Stage

Shadows and Stars (Request)

✧ Melon

Shadows that Linger

//DC Comics//

✧ Joker (Arthur Fleck)

A Warm Embrace

Beyond the Mask

A Night of Firsts

Bang Bang

A Cozy Christmas

A Fleeting Fantasy

Part 1

Part 2

A Christmas Dance with Arthur

✧ Heath Ledger's Joker

Unraveled Dreams, Twisted Love

✧ Gotham Series

✧ Jerome Valeska

Laugh Until It Hurts

✧ Jeremiah Valeska

Pain and Pleasure

✧ Jervis Tetch

Down the Rabbit Hole

Madness in Mourning

Trapped in Wonderland

Mad as Love

✧ Edward Nygma

The Riddle of Us

✧ Batman: The Animated Series

✧ Jervis Tetch

Tea for Two ||

✧ Jonathan Crane

Shadows of Fear

✧ Arkham Games

✧ Jervis Tetch

Through the Looking Glass

Down the Rabbit Hole

Tea Time Consolation

✧ Edward Nygma

Mind Games

The Riddler's Reward

//Horror Movies//

✧ Scream 1

✧ Stu Macher

A Killer Night

Scary Movies and Stu

A Halloween to Die For

The Games End

✧ IT

✧ Pennywise

The Fascination of a Freak

No One Can Take What's Mine

✧ Terrifier

✧ Art the Clown

A Halloween of Horrors

✧ Halloween

✧ Michael Myers

Shadows of Halloween Night

✧ The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

✧ Nubbins Sawyer

A Light in the Dark

Baptism in Blood

Bruises and Bloodstains

He Doesn't Like Sharing

✧ Drayton Sawyer

A Taste of Family

//Movies//

✧ Scooby-Doo

✧ Shaggy

Like, Sick as a Dog

Love & Scooby Snacks: Shaggy’s Anniversary Surprise

✧ The School for Good and Evil

✧ Hort Hook

A Taste of Madness

✧ Wonka

✧ Felix Fickelgruber

The Price of Perfection

In Sickness and in Health

✧ A Beautiful Lie

✧ Skeet

A Beautiful Lie

✧ Monster High

✧ Clawd Wolf

A Howling Good Time

A Wolf in Need

Soft Moments in the Moonlight

Moonlit Devotion (Request)

✧ Clawdeen Wolf

Howl You Doin'? (Request)

✧ Senseless

✧ Tim LaFlour

A Senseless Assumption

✧Harry Potter

✧Fred Weasley

Elegance Meets Mischief

✧ The Trueman Show

✧ Trueman

A New Reality Christmas Special 1/24

//Disney Movies//

✧ Mulan

✧ Ling

The Quiet One

✧ Pocahontas

✧ Wiggins

A Heart Bruised Beneath The Shovel

✧ Tinkerbell

✧ Bobble

A Tinker's Heart

✧ Peter Pan

✧ James Hook

The Captain's Heart

✧ The Hunchback of Notre Dame

✧ Clopin Trouillefou

The Devil's Jester

✧ Beauty and the Beast

✧ Gaston

The Hunter's Soft Heart

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

//Series//

✧ Arcane

✧ Silco

In the Shadow of Ambition

✧ Mylo

Worth Something

Tender Hands

Whispers in the Dark

Patchwork and Punchlines (Request)

Rooftop Laughter (Request)

Beneath the Bravado (Request)

Headcanon, he as your boyfriend (Request)

✧ Viktor

A Mad Genius

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Electric Desires

A Touch of Chaos

✧ Salo

Bound by Grit: A Dance of Power and Defiance

Bound by Grit: A Dance of Control and Care (Part 2)

✧ Bridgerton

✧ Benedict Bridgerton

Inspiration in Shades

✧ Rick and Morty

✧ Rick

A Human Touch

✧ Sofia the First

✧ Cedric the Sorcerer

The Magic of Trust

✧ The Umbrella Academy

✧ Klaus Hargreeves

Holding Onto You

✧ Sex Education

Whispers in the Haze

✧ Michael Groff

Just a Secret

✧ The Boys

✧ Homelander

Maybe Less Than God

//Games//

✧ Genshin Impact

✧ Dottore

A Beautiful Abomination

Part 2: Bound by Creation

Perfectly Imperfect Love

✧ Baldur's Gate 3

✧ Astarion

In the Pale Moonlight

[romancemedia]

Cartoon Romances + Forehead Kiss

[poet-to-none]

Gaze Up Notre Dame In The Night | Paris | Photography | October 2024

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Rising of the moon and the revenant

Frollo x nuns! readers

warning : obsession, manipulation, drinking blood, murder happened (getting rid of a corpse), Frollo is a creep, no use of Y/n, fluff/comfort (as far as you can call it fluff)

Summary : The evening is over the night is here new prayers and the devil have laid on him. He wasn't punished he was promoted he got something he deserved for a long time. Her chaste heart doesn't know what shadow has fallen on her this night. Something that will become her dreadful nightmare.

info : The second chapter of the Frollo mini series i'm glad you liked the first part (thanks for any support) i had fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it ;)

masterlist

Part.1, Part.3, Part.4, Part.5

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Faith makes you strong. Faith can mean many things: faith in oneself, in one's family and friends, faith in humanity, in the king and queen of the throne. Or faith goes into the writings of the great philosophers who changed the world with their words, the deeds of heroes who made the world hold its breath.

Or it was the belief in heaven and hell in which both God and the devil ruled and reigned. They were places of infinite redemption and infinite pain.

On the clouds dressed in pure white singing with the angels and being at peace or in hell burning in the stages of hell, bleeding and being torn apart by demons, devils and other creatures that overcame human understanding and knowledge. But faith gives and takes. It can give you strength by simply praying or faith can take everything away if you go against God's plans.

But while God seemed to be everywhere in every life he had created, even the earth itself, the devil was all the darker. In the shadows, in the sins, in the sins of the seventh death, in the bodies of whores and drunken men. In the shadows of the streets pervaded by murder and lust.

The cats, bats, wolves and rats dark creatures who obeyed him who obeyed his demons who obeyed a revenant.

Revenants, the once living humans who could not help it until a certain time when they let sin into their hearts. The bite of evil was enough to poison people's hearts and make them scratch the inside of the coffin after their death.

Scratching and screaming could be heard until the revenants were dug up and set free or, better still, left to rot in the ground. But there was always someone who could escape from their coffin, a creature, a monster, a creature that had to be wiped out, a revenant like the ones in the church books. But it was just such a creature that got free, which Paris chose as his hunting ground for a while.

For a world of decades and centuries he saw the construction, the wars, the royal families rise and fall. Until his time came and he grew tired of it all...but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

He wanted a successor, he wanted a monster, a creature that would carry on his deeds with even greater bloodlust. A bloodlust that he had found in someone who would not be more perfect.

The judge Claude Frollo, a man of power and duty for the entire city. But above all, it was a man who represented the other side of his coin. He was the side of the living and the monster was the side of the dead.

He had been given many names, but when he gave him the kiss of death, his teeth drew blood and the poison of his own blood spilled into his youth, it was done and the dark shadows continued to move across the lands.

But now he had it, Frollo had it all back, he had life, he had strength and he had power. More power than he could ever have.

This bite of his faith that had been his back then when he had taken Quasimodo in because he was in awe of God, of the holy ones and still had something on the word of the Archdeacon. But now, when he had tasted the blood after coming home, something was completely different.

It was more aromatic and more intense than any alcohol or food he had ever tasted. Everything seemed more intense, the creaking of the wooden floorboards of his house all the louder, the sounds of the night ringing in his ears and his own voice strange.

It was unusual, like waking up from a trance after satisfying his bloodlust. ,,What fascinating powers the devil can give," he murmured and wanted to look at himself in the mirror in his room to see if he looked like the creature himself, but instead he backed away.

The mirror, the large gilded mirror, didn't show him...or didn't seem to show an image. Putting his hand to the cool material he saw only what his eyes saw he could look down and see that he was not a mass of bats but perhaps it was time, the record of the revenants was old but he must still have it somewhere.

,,Like years before by the power of blood" he whispered his thoughts to himself as he saw how he didn't look the same as two decades ago but the traces of age seemed to fade slightly as he searched through the books in the private library.

His eyes flew over the pages at a speed that almost made him dizzy everything seemed different and yet pleasantly different. It was the gift of the devil, the demon who had heard his prayers and voices...he had heard his demands for her.

His beloved, his nun, his one and only, whom he had craved and wanted ever since he had laid his eyes on her. It was natural that someone so good as he had been doing his duties and his job as judge of the city for decades was rewarded with things beyond materialistic coins and other objects.

It was his reward from the god of the underworld, the hell that controlled everything dark and negative, who heard him because God was already in his heart. ,,He wants me to bring you to me, to ruin your sins," he wandered on with his thoughts, not realizing how he was almost effortlessly emerging into the shadows of his house without realizing it.

It was a power he had yet to realize, a power he had yet to harness, a power he had yet to use after he had gained it through work and his righteousness. He continued to teleport through the house in the dark until the cold smell hit his nose.

The stable boy. He had killed him just as the Judge saw it as he walked out of his house into the shadows still not quite sure what his power was but when he saw the bath the body parts scattered in the straw and the dark red looking black without the moonlight he wrinkled his nose at the smell of what he had done. Well, I'll take care of that later, he thought, but left Snowbald in the stable and let his hand wander over the animal.

The stallion was warm and full of life he listened to the quiet heartbeat even though Snowbaldd realized that something was wrong and nudged him which made Frollo smile, ,,You felt it, didn't you?" he asked the animal who just snorted and waited to see if an owner would come up. But why go up at night when he could do something much better, when he could do what he could only do during the day...he could finally get to her.

Turning away from his house, he looked around him, his neighborhood was a little further away from the common people anyway, from the rich only a few streets away, he was relatively alone. No one would see him, not even if he walked with the darkness, he knew exactly where he had to go. Where she lived. Where she slept.

Focusing on her location and a blink of an eye later he found her in the darkness neither it seemed like a simple shift but it was longer but before you realize it and the tingle appeared it was over. ,,Fascinating," he murmured and continued through the darkness, running and teleporting further and further, spared even by the light of the moon.

He was the darkness, he was the horror, he was now the evil Paris had to fear and he would use his new power to get it. His figure flitted through the night, sneaking from the streets to the alleys and houses until he arrived at the attic apartment below, where there was a flower store, pretty and colorful by day and dark by night. But he knew that she lived upstairs under the roof with the iron balcony that gave her a view of the cathedral.

Standing below, he concentrated on the balcony, knowing that he was coming up there. Concentrating again on the dark, he dissolved for a moment into the dark shadows and arrived at the top of the balcony. Looking behind him, he had to suppress a grin as he realized how strong he was, how good he would be, how powerful he was.

But his attention went to the room when he heard her heartbeat he was quiet she seemed to be sleeping maybe dreaming but most of all he didn't notice her when he went into her room and emerged from the darkness behind her curtains. ,,So innocent...blood-rich...heartfelt...so desired" Frollo mumbled as he saw her nun's robe folded on the chair but not the rosary that went to her bed a simple but sufficient for her he saw that she was holding something under the covers.

She was lying on her side, her eyes closed and her hair visible, which was usually hidden under the dark fabric. Feeling this newness in him, he wanted her even more than before, this time he wanted her completely from her body to her mind to her blood and her soul. He wanted her completely for himself.

Leaning over her, he placed his deathly cold hand on her cheek for the first time. He touched an angel for the first time, he seemed to feel the holy scripture, what he always wanted.

He had faith in his hand, the heaven he prayed for, he had her. Moving over her cheek he slowly traced the shape of her lips came closer to her his body moved to her bed quietly inaudible.

She slept in her sweet head, probably things were going on that would soon be filled by him. She smelled sweet not surrounded by incense or the scent of wax from the candles, no old beeb sides no she smelled sweet when she was not surrounded by the house of god. It was a sweet smell that radiated from her heart.

It was beguilingly captivating and he wanted it he seemed to want to hold it in his hands felt his fangs forming like when he had attacked the stable boy.

He could have her here and now, he could take her here and now, and yet as he came closer to her neck his hand held her even if she was asleep and didn't notice him, he wouldn't allow a disturbance. It would be easy to take her, to bite her, to drink the sweetness that attracted him next to her.

He came closer to her neck, his teeth scraping the skin, drawing blood slightly, but then he felt a sting. His hand, which had lifted the blanket, revealed her beautiful body adorned with a light white nightgown.

Her body so accessible he would have wanted to know when she was standing how she looked moving slightly back and forth in the moonlight when the wind blew around her.

But as beautiful as she was, the feel in his hand as he gripped her hand was real, it was something like it reminded him of his old life as if he had lived in this new existence forever.

Incredulous, he pulled himself back into the shadowed window and looked down at his hand in disbelief, a burn mark was visible but already healing. The rosary flashed through his mind as he approached her again and saw with a consumed smile that bared his sweet teeth that he was healing away from her.

In her hand was the rose cross, his gift of holiness before he engaged with the devil, it was pure irony. ,,You didn't know, dear?" he asked the sleeping woman and let his hands wander over her body once more, coming closer to her but shaking himself from the rosary, it was uncomfortable, it still seemed to burn slightly but it taught him lessons like a little boy, he had to start to understand it all.

Before he left her with a kiss on her lips, holding back his desire and unable to taste it, he would. He disappeared from her room, the street and the houses and went back to his own house.

He disappeared from the dark into his home again and spent the last hours of the night reading and writing things down in books and writings.

The hours went by and it seemed as if everything was passing all the more quickly, as if all life was passing all the more quickly. He was still lying in his room when the rooster's cry and the people's voices slowly became louder and more present.

,,The people are waking up again without knowing what has happened," he murmured as he looked out, his eyes having to adjust a little to the brightness, but as he held his hand in the light, not knowing whether it would burn or crumble to dust, it was extinguishable.

It was much warmer than usual on a late spring day but he could stand it as he didn't have to go outside that often. But something came to his mind when he saw the town guards patrolling and taking up their positions again, the stable boy.

The light one who happened to be lying brutally murdered with him, ,,It's a tragedy such a young life someone must be held responsible...search the wagons of the traveling people, search the bars and strengthen the guards in the poor parts of the city...I want honesty!" he told the commander of the city guard and saw that the blond felt sorry and uncomfortable as they stood in front of the judge's stable.

Froll had waited a few moments before running to the guard post, out of breath and shaken, he had told them what had happened, fearing for himself and his horse that someone was after him.

It was a simple matter for the guard to take the body and only a few hours later his stable looked like a new stable boy had been found and Phoebus was dealing with the case.

Once again his position of power proved to bring him more than just influence it was his control over the entire city. But he didn't have control over it much to his chagrin because after still having to deal with all the paperwork of his job he got on Snowball and rode to the church knowing she was gone knowing she came to the church from her job at the orphanage to help out where she could.

The church he called into his head on the stairs it was only hours ago was almost unbelievable if he didn't feel the bites himself. As he left Snowball and stepped into the church, a shudder came over him.

It was fear, discomfort and danger that told him he shouldn't be here it was completely different and yet....there she stood by the candles feeling them so that the people could mourn their dead.

He walked over to her, leaning on the benches and pillars every now and then when his body stopped in fear, the gazes of the angels and holy figures seemed to judge him. It was a shock, but she was his angel when he came to her, she revealed herself to him and came over to him.

But as soon as he came to him, he saw her wearing a second layer of fabric around her neck, ,,Good morning my dear, I hope you slept well...if I may, you look a little tired," he said and pointed to the bench to sit down, which she did, folding her hands in her lap.

He saw her pondering as her gaze went over the colors and finally to him, even though she always lowered her gaze, almost not noticing how formal and from she was.

Before she finally admitted, ,,Yes, I had a nightmare, nothing serious it seemed like shadows were plaguing me," she admitted and clasped her rosary that hung around her neck tighter around the expensive materials and prayed in silence.

It was the same tool that healed him from her and perhaps this was good for a moment, ,,I think the food at my place will give you a good night's sleep, can I expect you tonight?" he asked and slowly rose from the bench again, not only did he feel the fear leave him but his desire for his new food was gone and he had to strike again.

He saw the young nun stand up, let go of her rosary and move slightly, answering him with a ,,I'll be there at eight o'clock, Judge Frollo." She set a time that suited him, so he had plenty of time to prepare everything and feast on a new victim, blaming it on another accident or fugitive.

He turned away with a nod and said to her last, ,,Shadows are only shadows my dear they always surround us" before he left her back in the church and hurried out of the sacred building faster than he wanted to and was glad to be back with Snowbald on whom he mounted and took the reins.

The sun is getting too hot, he thought and ran his hand over his forehead as he looked up at the sky and steered his stallion back towards his house.

His new body had advantages, very good advantages, advantages that made him even more of what he was meant to be. The judge of the world a world full of sins.

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@oceansrose2002 , @aliensthegreat , @siwucha , @sweet-lil-truffla

[mislamicpearl]

ABC Fanarts Challenge!

The conditions I'd set for myself was that I would only draw one character per fandom, and that I wouldn't draw any character I'd already drawn before (hence why there's no characters from Moomins, or Homestuck).

I've thought about doing this again some day, but tbh this one kind of exhausted me to the point that I had trouble drawing anything again for awhile afterwards. >_< Still, I think it'd be fun to do.

Originally posted on DeviantArt June 19, 2021

[loudlyhappycupcake]

Cassandra vs Frollo (Daughter vs Father)

The Evil Judge Frollo facing off against his Daughter Cassandra.

The image depicts a confrontation between Cassandra and Frollo. Frollo, the antagonist from Disney's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame," is now facing off against his daughter, Cassandra.

This image presents an interesting scenario. In the original story, Frollo is a villainous character, but in this image, he is challenged by his own daughter. This could be a representation of family conflict, with Cassandra potentially seeking revenge or justice for past wrongs committed by her father.

The image also highlights the contrast between the two characters. Cassandra is young and dynamic, while Frollo is older and more rigid. This contrast could symbolize the clash between the old and the new, or between tradition and progress.

Overall, the image is visually striking and thought-provoking. It raises questions about family, morality, and the nature of evil. @shironezuninja @evander2511 @aromantyczno-liryczna @bitter-yet-civilized @billyjoelmutt @miniaturejudgeturkeytree @evaiskindaweird @untitled14360 @twiliartsdreams2017 @twinklemaddie @cartoonfan21 @wolfie245 @sakulovejulius12 @lillywhynot8098 @punk-63 @leo-x-u-raptor-fan @collector-noceda-clawthorne @aamericanotaku @pinkdiamondstar @clairaquos @bossbabyfan2 @bloodmoon24 @enchantedchocolatebars @niyatales4ever @jazzyrazzy157 @moonlighteclipse17 @dianathunderamazon-blog @gametoon @gamebruh12 @disneyblabberlover @buy-some-motherfuckin-apples-iv @roxxywolf-multiversa @ajaxus166 @freyzw0rld @princessfandom812 @princesshillaryellaworld25 @saltysoulballoon @broadwaygirl918 @princess-paige-place-of-fun @ellie67 @jedimemories

[galacticghoste]

You know what sucks about being musicals fan?

Whan you wanna to sing the dramatic part of a songs and now your throat hurt.

Like LET ME SING

No good deed

Defying gravity

Hell fire (my fav)

Candy store

Good For you

Ready as I'll ever be

Dont lose your head

All in the same day without my throat hurting

Yes i'm a fan I was just more obsessed back before I started this account

Dang its been years since I sat down and lisoned to these Im a have to lisen to them again

[madmanwonder]

Which tan-skinned women would you rather choose

[theetherealbloom]

NOTRE DAME - CH. 6

Chapter 6: What Is Worth Suffering For?

Summary: In the rafters of Clinton Church, a mysterious reader with the power of illusion manipulation silently watches over Matt Murdock, the blind vigilante known as Daredevil. As danger engulfs Hell's Kitchen, their unlikely friendship blossoms into a bond of trust and longing, intertwining their fates in a battle against darkness that tests their resolve. Will their connection illuminate a path to salvation in a city of darkness or lead them deeper into the abyss?

Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt to Comfort, ANGST, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, Religion, Fluff, Anxiety, PSTD, Nightmares, Catholic Guilt, Amnesia, Violence, Blood, Dark Undertones, Eventual SMUT, Shy Reader, Mentions of Abuse, Criminal Activities, Mobsters/Mafia, Character Death, Slowish Burn, Disassociation, 

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Wow??!!? A short chapter… who am I??? No, for real, I missed writing for Matt and I felt like I hit a brick wall while writing this chapter. Hopefully the words will come to me easily next chapter where exciting events take place :D

Song: 100 Years by Florence and the Machine

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MATT’S APARTMENT, 6A – SUNRISE

As Claire arrived, you were barely hanging on, your energy draining rapidly from the desperate need to keep Matt alive and stabilize him, staunching the flow of blood as best as you could.

In your exhausted state, everything seemed like a blur. You hardly noticed how Claire and Foggy gently coaxed you away from Matt, their intention to keep you from completely wearing yourself down. When you finally reopened your eyes, you found yourself seated in one of Matt's plush chairs, in clean clothes, and utterly dazed. Claire diligently stitched up the deeper cuts you had acquired, her focus unwavering.

Slowly turning your head to the left, you beheld Matt peacefully asleep on the leather couch, cocooned in a cozy blanket that provided him warmth. Shifting your gaze to the right, you found Claire's expression filled with concentration and concern. In a weak voice, you inquired, "Will he be okay?"

Meeting your tired gaze, Claire sadly smiled and replied, "He'll be fine. He needs plenty of rest and fluids. But other than that, you practically saved his ass."

A feeble sound of acknowledgment escaped your lips as you contemplated, "I think there's a pattern beginning to form."

Amused, Claire snorted, "Let me know if you ever get a day off. I feel like I missed a few episodes since last we talked." You weakly nodded, your eyelids drooping once more from sheer exhaustion. Concern crept onto Claire's face as she tilted her head to the side, prompting her to ask, "Have you told Matt yet? Or any of them?"

Before you could respond, Foggy emerged from the bathroom, his voice filled with frustration, "She hasn't. She hasn't told any of us shit, and I thought we were good friends. Hell, even best friends!" He sputtered out his words in exasperation.

Your gaze shifted downward, fixating on the blood-stained carpet of the apartment, a wave of shame washing over you. "Foggy..." you started, but he swiftly cut you off, his voice filled with a mix of anger and betrayal. "You knew? All this time, you knew it was him? And you didn't even bother saying anything?"

Your mouth opened, ready to explain, but Foggy's words pierced through, not leaving room for interruption. "The fact that you possess these... bizarre mystical art magic abilities and didn't even bother to tell us! You've been lying to all of us since the very beginning... me, Karen, and even Matt..."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you mustered the strength to speak. "No one was supposed to know. No one was ever supposed to know about my powers, Foggy. Matt doesn't even know it's been me all along." Foggy's eyes narrowed, his confusion and frustration evident. "What the hell does that mean? He… he doesn’t know it’s you?"

You shook your head gently, and Claire interjected, her voice soft and soothing. "Matt doesn't know that she's been the one assisting him in his... nighttime activities. Her abilities allow her to create illusions and glamour. It was pure coincidence that brought her to Matt."

Your gaze drifted aimlessly, lost in the depths of your turmoil, as you choked back sobs. "It's as if something… brought me to him," you managed to say, your voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty and self-doubt. You scoffed at your own words, aware of how improbable they sounded. "It's stupid, I know. But considering that aliens have fallen from the sky, how far-fetched is any of this?"

Your eyes blinked lazily, heavy with fatigue, as you spoke in a somber and vulnerable tone. "Not many people have seen this side of me. I never wanted anyone to know about my abilities, about the battles I've fought, and the horrors I've witnessed. It's incredibly dangerous, Foggy.”

Frustration and weariness etched across Foggy's face as he rubbed his hand over his tired eyes and through his hair. “But don't we have the right to make that decision for ourselves? Why won’t you let us in? Let us, me, understand?” he questioned, his voice tinged with exasperation.

A sniffle escaped you as tears welled up in your eyes. "The most difficult part of anything self-destructive is its familiarity," you admitted, your voice filled with raw emotion. "I've always known pain, and leaving it behind seems like losing a part of myself that taught me to survive.”

Tears streamed down your face as Foggy uttered your name in a sad and sympathetic tone. Your quiet sobs filled the room as you pleaded, your voice trembling, "You can't tell Matt, please. Not yet, at least, not like this."

His own eyes welled up with tears, reflecting the pain he felt. "He's my best friend," Foggy choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, trying to compose yourself amidst the overwhelming flood of emotions. "I know. I know it's incredibly cruel and selfish of me to ask this of you. But, Foggy..." Your voice cracked, and you struggled to steady your breathing. "I can't let him know it's me. I can't fulfill my duty to protect him and the people of Hell's Kitchen if he ever found out what I've been doing, the risks I've been taking. He'd blame himself if I ever got hurt."

Foggy shook his head, unable to fully grasp the weight of your words. "But you two could work together and–"

"You know how protective Matt can be," you interrupted, your voice filled with a mix of fondness and exasperation. "He cares for everyone's well-being except his own. For once in his life, I have the chance to take care of him."

"Even if he doesn't know it's you?" Foggy questioned, his voice laced with concern and confusion.

"It's better this way," you whispered, your gaze dropping. "To remain anonymous... for now."

Foggy fell into a contemplative silence, grappling with the weight of the situation. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented. "Okay. Okay, fine. Condition one: I won't tell Matt... yet. But you have to promise me that you'll tell him soon. I don't know how long I can keep this from him."

Sniffling, you nodded in agreement. Foggy continued, "Condition two: You and I need to have a long chat about all this voodoo magic stuff at some point, after I kick Matt's ass for lying to me."

A weak laugh escaped your lips. "Okay, Foggy. I swear."

Extending your pinky, you intertwined it with Foggy's, solidifying your promise. When you let go, you sniffled and apologized, "I'm sorry, Fog. For all of this. For everything."

Foggy recognized the sincerity in your words and gave you a weak smile. "Okay, no more. Enough with the sad eyes and the pouting. C'mere."

You weakly laughed as Foggy pulled you into a gentle hug, filled with warmth and hope. It was a comforting reminder of the friendship and support he offered. In that moment, you were grateful to have him by your side.

After the embrace, you glanced out of Matt's window, noticing the first rays of sunlight peeking through. It wouldn't be long before he woke up.

"I know you have countless angry questions about Matt," you said to Foggy, a hint of weariness in your voice. "Thank you for not asking them on his behalf. He deserves the chance to tell you his story."

Foggy pursed his lips, clearly still upset and annoyed with Matt, but he understood the importance of allowing him to speak for himself.

"Foggy... I have one last favor to ask of you," you said, gripping his shoulder lightly.

He looked at you with concern, and you squeezed his shoulder gently. "Be gentle with him. Please, just be gentle."

Foggy nodded in response, silently acknowledging your request. You exhaled, feeling the weight of the moment lift slightly from your shoulders. It was as if you had been holding your breath all this time.

Claire's voice called out your name from the kitchen, breaking the silence. "We need to go before Matt wakes up and notices you were here."

You nodded and began to push yourself off the chair, with Foggy's support by your side. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you wobbled over to Claire, completely fatigued and drained. She packed the rest of her belongings and offered her arm to support you.

But just as you were about to leave, a realization struck you. "Wait, I need to make sure every trace of me here is gone."

Foggy looked at you in confusion, his voice filled with curiosity. "What?"

Without hesitation, you quickly performed a spell, your weak hand moving through the necessary motions. A surge of gold and silver energy filled the room, erasing every trace of your presence. It scrubbed the apartment clean as if you had never set foot inside.

"Holy shit," Foggy breathed, his eyes widening in astonishment.

You let out a weak laugh, a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "See you later, Foggy," you whispered, bidding him farewell.

As you left the apartment, supported by Claire's presence, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweetness. An unfamiliar path was ahead, and the weight of your secret had been revealed. But for now, it was time to face the day and the challenges that awaited you and Matt, leaving behind the remnants of your presence and the memories that lingered in the room.

CLINTON CHURCH – AFTERNOON

As you slowly regained consciousness, the room appeared hazy and disoriented. The soft sunlight peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow on the worn wooden furniture. Father Lantom's concerned face came into focus, his gentle voice soothing your weary mind.

Supported by his steady arm, you were carefully guided toward your room. Fatigue enveloped your body, making each step feel like an arduous journey. Finally reaching your bed, you collapsed onto the mattress, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in your bones.

Hours passed in a blur, the sound of distant footsteps and muffled voices occasionally reaching your ears. When you eventually stirred awake, the grogginess lingered, clouding your thoughts like a thick fog. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you surveyed your surroundings.

On the bedside table, a glass of water shimmered invitingly, beads of condensation sliding down its cool surface. Next to it, a small bottle of painkillers stood, their label promising relief from the lingering ache that gnawed at your body. Besides the medication lay a sleek, unfamiliar phone, its screen dark and waiting.

A pang of gratitude warmed your heart as you realized that Father Lantom had anticipated your needs. He had seen the toll the night had taken on you, comprehending the reason behind your unavailability. The thoughtfulness behind his actions touched you deeply, a testament to the bond you shared with him.

With a shaky hand, you reached for the glass of water, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat. The painkillers provided relief, dulling the persistent throbbing in your muscles. Though fatigued, a spark of curiosity flickered within you as you picked up the new phone, its presence holding both intrigue and uncertainty.

These humble offerings delivered Father Lantom's unspoken support and understanding. It was a silent reassurance that you were not alone in your struggles and that there were those who stood by your side.

Sitting there with the weight of lies and hidden truths, your determination grew stronger. The previous night's events had etched themselves into your memory, leaving an indelible mark. Yet, you knew that you couldn't let fear or doubt consume you. There was no turning back now.

With a resolute breath, you opened the newly acquired phone and dialed Karen's number. The familiar sound of her voice filled your ears as she picked up on the first ring, her concern palpable even through the phone.

"Hey! I was trying to call you last night to check if you got home safe. Is everything okay?" Karen's words echoed with genuine worry.

You exhaled, mustering up a semblance of composure as you crafted a plausible lie. "Yeah... no, uh, everything is fine. My phone broke, the glass shattered and everything after I dropped it by accident. Big oops on my part."

There was a hint of skepticism in Karen's tone as she responded, "Well, I'm glad you're safe. But Foggy told me Matt got into an accident, and I'm really worried."

Keeping up the charade, you nodded to yourself before speaking, feigning ignorance. "Wow, God. Is he okay?" Concern laced your words as if you were just learning of the incident. Karen's reply was filled with a mix of relief and lingering anxiety.

"Foggy said he was fine... but I'm really worried."

Your heart ached at the thought of Karen's genuine concern for Matt, but you had to continue the facade. "I'll try and see if I can stop by, maybe bring some soup."

Karen's sigh carried a weight of unease as she switched topics. "Have you heard from Ben?"

Confusion flickered across your face as you responded, "No? What happened?"

"They didn't give him his extension," Karen revealed, her tone tinged with disappointment.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath, the frustration evident in your voice.

"Yeah. Also, he's here, by the way, at the office. He's thinking of giving up on the Fisk piece," Karen shared her concern for the seasoned journalist evident.

Tell him I say hi," you replied, a touch of warmth in your voice. "Also, uh, tell him about Saint Bénézet Retirement Care… y’know with the person of interest I had found. Maybe it might help him change his mind. Oh, and please give him my new number, I’ll be sure to help out in any way I can with Doris."

The call concluded with Karen promising to forward the message. As you considered the fine line between keeping your personal secrets hidden and safeguarding the people you cared about, the weight of deceit weighed heavy in the air.

A FEW DAYS LATER…

CLINTON CHURCH - AFTERNOON Despite Sister Maggie's admonitions to take it easy and allow yourself time to heal, you couldn't shake off the restlessness that plagued your mind. Sitting idly only fueled your worries and overthinking, so you threw yourself into various tasks and responsibilities, seeking solace in productivity.

The atmosphere of the church was solemn. As you sorted through paperwork, filed documents, and organized phone calls, you couldn't help but feel a sense of purpose in aiding those in need. Each task completed was a small victory, a reminder that you were making a difference in the lives of others.

Yet, beneath the surface of your efficiency, a gnawing worry persisted. The thought of Matt's recovery weighed heavily on your mind, and you couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your gut. The bond between him and Foggy, once unbreakable, now seemed fragile and uncertain. Doubts crept in, whispering concerns about the state of their friendship.

As you meticulously organized donations for the parish, your mind wandered, replaying memories of their camaraderie, their shared laughter and unspoken understanding. You yearned for the reassurance that they would find their way back to each other, that their bond would emerge stronger from the trials they faced.

The work itself offered a temporary respite, a distraction from the anxieties that threatened to consume you. But deep down, you knew that until you had answers about Matt's condition and the state of his friendship with Foggy, a cloud of unease would linger over your every task, casting a shadow on your otherwise productive morning.

Feeling the strain in your back from hours of sitting, you stretched your tired muscles, arching your spine and letting out a sigh of relief. The laptop before you, its screen filled with countless lines of text and data, had been your companion throughout the day, aiding you in your tasks and contributing to your weariness.

With a flick of your wrist, you shut down the laptop and folded it closed, the soft click resonating in the quiet room. Rubbing your eyes gently, you tried to alleviate the fatigue that had settled in from staring at the screen for so long. The gentle pressure of your fingertips against your eyelids offered a brief moment of respite.

Pushing yourself away from the desk, you stood up, the creaking of the chair echoing in the room. Your body yearned for movement, a break from the confines of the office space. Your destination was the kitchen, where a simple glass of water awaited to quench your parched throat.

As you walked through the familiar corridors of the building, your thoughts drifted to the message Claire had sent you. Her imminent departure from the city brought a mixture of gratitude and a hint of sadness. You knew her absence would be felt, but her reassurance of being there for you and Matt medically provided a comforting solace.

Reaching the kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of cool water, the clear liquid cascading into the glass with a gentle hiss. The refreshing sensation as you took a sip helped ease the weariness that had settled upon you. Pocketing your phone after sending a message of appreciation to Claire, you allowed yourself a moment of quiet reflection, grateful for the support you had in your life, even in times of uncertainty.

You turned your head towards the gentle voice of Sister Catherine, acknowledging her presence with a warm smile. Her concern for your well-being was evident in her words, as she expressed understanding of your need to rest.

With a reassuring tone, you responded to her, "Yes, sister?" Your voice carried a sense of gratitude for her consideration.

Sister Catherine's request came next, presenting you with a task that required physical effort. She mentioned your need for rest, offering you an out, but your determination to stay active and contribute prevailed.

You maintained your smile, a genuine reflection of your willingness to help. "It's no problem at all," you assured her, your voice filled with sincerity and a hint of enthusiasm. "I'd be more than happy to fix the pamphlets.”

The commitment to your responsibilities and the desire to contribute to the tasks at hand outweighed any personal fatigue you might have been feeling. With Sister Catherine's approval and gratitude, you prepared yourself to embark on the simple yet meaningful task of caring for the sacred space of the church.

But when you stumbled out of the steps of the kitchen, to the side of the entryway, you didn’t expect Matt to be sitting there in the middle row, quietly there and contemplating. You stand there frozen, and you believe he already knew you were on your way out there.

Before you could even take a step, you caught sight of Father Lantom walking purposefully down the aisle toward Matt. The urgency in their interaction was evident, and you surmised that they needed a private conversation. With that realization, you swiftly pivoted on your heel and discreetly exited the area, granting them the space they required.

To occupy your time and distract yourself from the situation, you decided to attend to the remaining dishes in the sink. Methodically, you washed and rinsed each item, placing them back in their designated spots. The rhythmic sound of water running and the clinking of porcelain against the sink provided a momentary respite.

Amidst the task, you heard Father Lantom's voice calling your name. Intrigued, you paused and turned to face him, the dampness from your hands transferring to the towel you wiped them on. The seriousness in his expression indicated that something significant was at play.

"I think you should go talk to him," Father Lantom suggested, his voice filled with concern.

Your brows furrowed as you considered his words. Doubt and apprehension crept in, causing you to hesitate. "I don't think he'd want to see me—"

"He's falling apart," Father Lantom interrupted, his statement carrying a weight that resonated within you.

You sighed softly, the towel still in your grasp, and lowered your gaze. "Is Matt still there?"

Father Lantom nodded, confirming your suspicions. "I believe he's waiting for you."

A shiver ran down your spine at the dual meaning of his words. Pushing aside your uncertainties, you set the towel aside and made your way out of the kitchen, navigating towards the entryway on the side.

As Father Lantom had indicated, there he sat, still and seemingly lost in his own thoughts. You approached him cautiously, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Taking a deep breath, you positioned yourself in front of him and cleared your throat, breaking the silence that enveloped you both.

"Hey Matt, um, how... how are you feeling?" you asked, your voice laced with genuine concern.

His response was simple yet laden with a hint of melancholy. "Could be better."

A heaviness settled over you, the weight of his pain palpable. Words failed you in moments like these when you wished you possessed the perfect solace to offer. He shifted slightly in his seat, creating a small space beside him. Taking the cue, you gingerly seated yourself, the area shrouded in gentle darkness, untouched by the cascading light from the stained glass windows.

Silence stretched between you, the world continuing its relentless march forward. In the background, the distant tolling of a bell mingled with the sweet melodies of birdsong. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, a visual representation of the thoughts swirling within you.

You looked at Matt as if trying to make a connection. You said, trying to get beyond the boundaries and get a look into the depths of his soul, "If you were guaranteed the truth from someone, who and what would you ask?"

His response hung in the air, a palpable weight of introspection. His eyes, shielded by the red-tinted lenses, revealed a glimpse of the torment he carried within. The silence stretched, pregnant with the weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions, as you waited with bated breath for his answer.

"I'd ask God why... why did he put the Devil inside of me," Matt's voice broke through the stillness, filled with a mixture of anguish and curiosity. "This anger that I have for... all the injustice. All of this... it feels like I'm losing everything. What is worth suffering for?"

His words struck a chord within you, resonating with the depths of your own struggles and uncertainties. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, exhaling softly as you prepared to respond. With a gentle resolve, you reached out and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. The sight of bruises and redness on his knuckles did not escape your notice, prompting a tender gesture as you rubbed his hand with your thumb.

“This is your life, and it will move and confuse you in every way possible. Everything can be difficult in some way,” you began, your voice filled with empathy and understanding. 

"Being in the wrong relationship is difficult. Being in the correct one is challenging. It's hard to be broke and miserable, it's hard to achieve your dreams. It's hard to be stuck in the middle, not feeling anything. You are going to be hurt, and you are going to hurt. Sometimes you will be the bad person. Sometimes you will be the one who makes the mistake. You will occasionally need to provide yourself with your own closure. Sometimes you will have to let go. Everything is hard, but you choose your hard. You decide what is worthwhile.”

“You don't choose whether or not you'll suffer, but you do choose what you want to suffer for. Yes, this is your life, and though it can be unpredictable and messy, though it can break you down-you are going to survive it. You will always survive it. "

Matt's grip on your hand tightened, an acknowledgment of the profound truth resonating in your words. At that moment, you felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere, a shared understanding that transcended words alone.

And then, as if guided by an unspoken connection, Matt maneuvered the both of you. His arms enveloped your body in a protective embrace, and a profound sense of calm washed over you both. In that embrace, the burning pain that plagued his body faded into the background, replaced by a fleeting moment of respite and peace.

"Just... thank you. I needed that," Matt said, his words touching your heart and causing it to flutter with warmth. You couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

"Yeah, uh, if you ever need a hug or something... I'm around," you replied, though a bit awkwardly, but he laughed, his smile genuine and contagious. At that moment, you both knew that your connection had deepened.

Pushing yourself up from your seat, you offered him some soup before he left. He nodded appreciatively, and together, you made your way to the kitchenette area. Guiding him to a folding chair, you poured steaming soup into two bowls, taking care to ensure he was comfortable.

As you sat across from him, sharing the meal, you noticed how he slowly removed his red-tinted glasses. The vulnerability in his unsteady eyes resonated with you, and you felt an unspoken understanding pass between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, taking in every detail. He was beautiful in his openness, and you couldn't help but be drawn to him, feeling a connection that seemed to transcend words.

In that moment, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you. The clatter of your spoon, the soft slurping of soup, and the sound of your heart fluttering were the only things that mattered.

Friendship, you thought, was indeed a miracle. It was the discovery of someone who made the vast and lonely world feel a little less daunting. As you sat there with Matt, the bond between you grew stronger, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you had found a true friend in each other.

THE LOFT, RAFTERS

CLINTON CHURCH – MIDNIGHT

As you phoned Karen's number over and again, worry bit the corners of your mind, only to hear the robotic voice of her voicemail on each call. You thought that was strange because Karen was usually the one to answer right away and the late hour shouldn't have been an issue for her.

There was something disturbing about the situation, even as the logical portion of your mind tried to calm the increasing anxiety. Maybe it was that persistent gut instinct, that unsettling sense that things isn't quite right. You were unable to escape the concern, conjuring up images that intensified your mounting anxiety.

The stillness on the other end of the line became louder with every missed call, as the seconds turned into minutes. Even though your logical self attempted to comfort you that everyone had varied sleep habits, the worry lingered in your thoughts like a never-ending itch.

Your wavering gaze betrayed the intensity of your anxiety as you acted, concerned about Karen's safety. The atmosphere in the room reflected your inner anguish as you nervously pulled the dead skin from your lips, a habit that became apparent when your fear became more and more intense.

You walked the wooden floors back and forth, unable to control the restless energy. You felt uneasy thinking about Karen's recent research endeavors with Ben. The two had been working hard to gather information that would expose Fisk, and that very investigation could have put Karen in danger.

The old rosary drew your attention as you stood by your bedside table, glowing softly from the little bulb resting on it. The familiar item was surrounded by a warm glow that gave it a reassuring atmosphere. The unrelenting ticking of the clock served as a constant reminder of the necessity of your decision with every second that passed.

You looked at the clock again, the hands uncontrollably ticking away as resolve welled up within of you. You quickly went for your jacket, the familiar fabric feeling familiar under your fingertips, following your gut feeling and your worry for Karen's safety. After making up your minds, you decided to go into the night with the unwavering friendship and feeling of responsibility guiding you.

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@thealmightyemprex @piterelizabethdevries @themousefromfantasyland @the-blue-fairie

So, I caught myself thinking about the Nostalgia Chick's Top 10 Animated Guys ranking video, and how the result was:

# 10 Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

# 09 Prince Eric/Goliath (The Little Mermaid/Gargoyles)

# 08 Bruce Wayne a.k.a Batman (Batman the Animated Series)

# 07 Trent Lane (Daria)

# 06 Li Shang (Mulan)

# 05 Mamoru Shiba a.k.a Tuxedo Mask (Sailor Moon)

# 04 Prince Adam a.k.a Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

# 03 Remy Lebeau a.k.a Gambit (X-Men The Animated Series)

# 02 Dimitri (Anastasia)

# 01 Aladdin (Aladdin)

And I wanted to ask: what did you think of this list? Agree with some choices, disagree with others? Were surprised at the results? Do you personally find one of these characters hot? And if you were an assembling a similar list, which characters would you put in there, based on which criteria and arguments?

[dis-harmony]

Classic Disney characters that gives me hyperfixation

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

Casually gonna drop my old revamped Twst Oc's here if you all don't mind :]

Alt version without lighting:

Yumemi is an oc/reader insert of the old Twst x Madoka Magica crossover fanfic I did of a Magical Girl Yuu which I mentioned in a post somewhere before and it was fun but sort of stopped writing and updating for it for a while due to burn out and other things keeping me occupied at the time rip

Yumemi is also a twisted version of Clopin Trouillefou from The Hunchback of Notredame if you squint a bit ^_^

Yumemi - Twisted Clopin 🃏

Rampion Flowers - Twisted Rapunzel 🏵 (specifically from the Tangled the Adventure series because I was obsessed with it when I was a kid)

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Disney Sidekicks Romances💞💞💞