#oh my god this scene was so hard to color. i tried my best.

[riddlerosehearts]

A3! Act Addict Actors || one gifset per episode ↳ Episode 01 ❀ To a Future in Full Bloom

[whatifitis]

♡ i wish you would've stayed - LN 4 ♡

Summary: you and lando had a fling and things end but did he lie? he found someone new when he said he wasn't ready.

WC: 2636

CW: angst, very small mention of weight loss, overuse of song lyrics, use of quotes i found on tiktok

How can it be that everytime someone says they aren’t ready for a relationship with you, they always end up ready for the girl after? 

You and Lando had been friends for a couple of months before you ended up developing feelings for him. Like, who wouldn’t fall for him? He’s funny, cute, and charming. You guys would talk for hours on end. Everytime you two would find something in common, it felt like the invisible string between the two of you was real. Maybe all these things were signs that you had finally met your person. 

When you were able to talk to him, it felt like everything was okay. When it felt like no one wanted you around, he did. It didn’t matter if you just had a hellish day or not, he was always able to bring you back to joy and contentness in a second. He showed you how it felt to be loved, for the first time in your life. 

When you’d confessed to him about your feelings for him, he’d said he liked you as well. You remember nearly bursting into tears as giddiness swirled in your chest. This was the first time your feelings had been well received, and it was someone who you had really grown fond of. He didn’t want to be anything yet so as to not feel pressured so early in this relationship and you understood, you were fine with it. The two of you often joked about what to call your situation as neither of you liked the term ‘situationship’ and ‘casual’ definitely wasn’t it. It was just two people who really liked each other and wanted to see how things went.

Everyday, the two of you spoke for hours at a time and it was fun. You’d shared music with each other and you’d actually grown to enjoy music from his favorite artist. When you asked him to make a playlist of all his favorite songs by the artist, he was genuinely so excited and got to work instantly. You loved seeing him so happy and you’re glad it was because of you, selfishly so. When he’d sent you the playlist, he’d named it one of the verses from a song that you had sort of dedicated to him. You really fell hard for him. 

Even though it had just been a month or so, you were excited to picture a life with him. The two of you had even planned out your future home together. The colors of the walls of every room had already been picked out and it was the happiest you had been in a long time. 

“We’re gonna have a house by the beach, yeah? And we’re gonna have a dog that’s practically our baby. And we’re gonna name it ‘Lando’.”

“Lan, why are we naming it after you?” you softly laughed. 

“Well, when I was a kid, my family had gotten a dog and it was my job to name it. As the uncreative child I was, I named it after the best thing ever. Myself.” he smiled cheekily.

“No way. Oh my god.” you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Hold on. I’m not done painting the scene.”

“Alright, apologies, my love. Please continue.” 

“So our dog, Lando, will lie in the sheets with us. The sun will always shine and there will be a ring on your hand. On your ring finger specifically. And I’ll hold you every night.”

But he lied. He made a promise he could never keep. He tried and tried until he couldn’t. 

As time went by, his texts began to slow down. But you weren’t upset. When the two of you began this whirlwind of a relationship, he’d mentioned how with work and his mental health, he’d often go days without having the energy to talk to anyone. You understood, you’d been there before, you told him as long as he would talk to you whenever he was able, that you were going to be okay. And you were. Your days would go by where you wouldn’t get a text from him and it was okay. You were productive during the days and while you did miss him, you knew his struggles and you let him be with the occasional messages to check on him. 

Then one Thursday in the fall, your world came crashing down. You sort of knew it was coming. There were signs that you chose to ignore, hoping it wasn’t true. But then you got the text “I don’t think we should talk anymore.” You really tried to understand. He said he felt guilty for dragging you along and that he didn’t want to keep doing it to you. He said he was tired and he wasn’t able to maintain a relationship of any sort. So you said ok. That was the last time the two of you spoke. 

For weeks, you cried over this loss. It wasn’t just about essentially getting dumped. To you, he was your best friend and you lost him. That was the worst part. Not the fact that you didn’t have anyone to love anymore. Not that he just up and left. It was the fact that he was your friend before everything and you don’t have any part of him now. 

You knew you had some fault in the ending though. You’d said things that weren’t the right things to say at the time. You had messed up often. You just wish you could take those back though. You wish you could’ve said something different. Then maybe he’d still be yours. 

You told your friends what happened and it’s safe to say they all dislike him now. After everything, they started stating their opinions and talked shit about him but it didn’t help. You didn’t hate him, although you should have. You wished you could hate him and be angry, but you’re not. You’re just sad. 

Everything reminds you of him. Every song is about him. Every poem is about him. Every book is about him. The blue in the water is him. The sun shining through your window is him. His face is everywhere. His voice is everywhere. His laugh is everywhere. The laugh you thought you would get to listen to for forever, is now a stranger. 

You would find yourself still imagining things with him after the end of everything. You’d think of him in the stupidest things. You’d think of him while in the shower, how it’d be nice to have your things with his sitting along the edge of the tub. You would even imagine running out of soap so you would end up using his. You would go to work and the store wearing it. Only when in the night, when you would lay next to him in bed, would you smell where all your missing soap had gone. 

It was those stupid little things that made the healing process so much harder. 

He forgot you overnight. Meanwhile you lost your head and appetite. You ate a lot like a fly. Your anxiety had also gotten worse, making your heart race every second of the day. You thought of giving up everything. It was a dramatic thing to consider considering you couldn’t even classify what happened as a breakup, as he was never yours. 

After some time, the tears stopped. The heartbreak didn’t, but you were able to continue with your life and get through some days. Every so often, you still check on him through social media, just to make sure he’s okay. Of course, that came back to bite you in the ass when you found out he was talking to someone. 

The day you found it, your heart dropped and it felt like that Thursday all over again. All that healing had gone out the window because now everything feels like a lie. Was he making fun of you with some esoteric joke? 

He said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, that he couldn’t maintain any relationship. He said he cared about you. You believed it. You were stupid to believe it. A fool for thinking any of it was real. The house, the songs, every little thing was a lie. All you ever thought about was there the hell he was and if he was okay but he didn’t give two shits about you. There was never a you and him. And there never would be. 

You go back and forth between being angry and sad. You can’t tell if you’re making everything up in your head whether it was your relationship with him or the events after. 

Every page you wrote, he was on it. Every word you wish you could say to him. 

After letting you sulk for a few months, your friends dragged you out of the house so you could all go to a club and just have fun. There was no pressure to meet someone or walk away with someone. They said that all you owed them was to show up and have fun. So you went. 

The night was beautiful at first. After pregaming a bit, you ordered yourself a drink at the club and just let loose with your girls. Dancing the night away and not caring about tomorrow. All that mattered was right now. 

You could feel arms moving around you, your heart beating to the music, the alcohol working its magic through your system. You were glad to be there with your favorite people, when everything felt like it was falling away, you still had them. 

It was truly an amazing night until there were whispers spread across the room. Lando was there, with his new girl. The two walked hand in hand towards the back corner of the club with their group. 

What the fuck was he doing here? He could be anywhere in the world, why is he here? 

You didn’t know what to do. For the longest time, you’d imagined what you would do if you were to be in the same room as him again. You composed a hundred ways to tell him the reasons why you could’ve played for keeps, all of which would sit collecting dust, rotting in your house. 

You watched as they settled into the rhythm of the club, when Lando looked straight at you. He looked different. He looked lighter. 

Your friends caught this moment and immediately grabbed you and tried to get you to ignore them. They wanted you to show Lando that you’re better off without him, that you’re okay. So you tried. You tried to keep dancing, to keep your heavy feet moving, to act as if your heart wasn’t being dragged through you. 

You needed a minute. Telling one of your friends you were going to the restroom, you pushed through the crowd. Squeezing through a mess of entangled, sweaty bodies. You kept pushing until you found yourself on a balcony, trying to catch your breath. You moved to a more secluded spot so you could try and recuperate. 

Resting your arms on the railings, you lowered your head to try and figure out what to do. Did you want to confront him, ask for closure? Or did you just want to let it go and try to be free? 

You were caught up in your head when you heard someone clearing their throat somewhere behind you. Looking up, you were met with those hazel green eyes that you had fallen for all those months ago. 

“Hey,” Lando started “didn’t know you were here. Small world, eh?”

“Yeah. Crazy.”

“Come on. Why you being short with me?”

“Nothing. So, uh. Who’s the girl?”

“Oh, yeah. Hannah is my girlfriend. She’s pretty great.”

“Good for you. I’m glad you found someone who can love you the way you deserve. We all need someone to hold and now you found your person.” “Thanks. She helps me a lot and she knows how it feels to be alone in the rain. I guess I just needed someone to stay.” he shrugged, smiling at you. He wasn’t trying to be malicious, he was just happy that he’d found his love.

I stayed. 

“She seems great. I’m happy for you.”

Please, keep me close. 

“Yeah. You’ll find someone too. I’m sure you will.” Couldn’t you love me most?

“Yeah. Sure.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, savoring the silence for different reasons. You knew this was gonna be the end of your story with him. This was going to be the last time you would see him. He thought it was great that everything could remain civil. 

“Well, I gotta go back in.” he said, pointing behind him towards the dance floor, “I’ll see you around. Take care.”

“You too!” you shouted back before he disappeared into the blinking lights and mess of music. 

At the end of the day, you’re hopeless. He found someone better. He found someone to love. Someone to love him. 

So here you sit in the bedroom of your apartment, just missing him and wishing things were different. And you can wish all that you want, but it won’t bring you two together. No matter the things he said or did, you still loved him. 

After all this time, you would still bend back to him if he left the door open. All he had to do was say the words, and you’d play again. But who were you to ask for more? You were just a little chapter in his story while he was more to you. 

If he needed someone, he could’ve picked you. You would’ve given him everything. All he had to do was ask. And you know that can’t solve everything. You just wish he chose you. For once, you wish you had been chosen. You wish he had chosen to love you. You wish he chose you even if it was just to toy with you for longer. 

You still can’t hate him. You honestly wish the best for him. You want him to be happy, even if it means it’s not with you. You want him to have the life he’s dreamed of, with the walls of his house painted blue, red and pink. You hope he gets to go to the city his favorite artist was born in and have a drink at the bar they used to perform at. You hope he’s okay. 

You now know, you’re just not that girl. It was your own fault for not being good enough. She won him, the girl with the gold hair. That’s the girl he chose. So one day, when he walks down the aisle to complete his great love story, you hope he remembers that you’re glad to see him win. You can’t claim to be on the side of love if you can’t even support it in someone you love. It’s not fair to him. 

Your birthday falls on the 29th night of December and you stand in the middle of your kitchen surrounded by your family who say they love you. A birthday cake sits in front of you, coffee flavored, a flavor you never liked. Everyone sings you a happy birthday as you stand there, not letting the tears fall from your face. No one can see the ache in your heart and the way it feels like it’s being dragged down your body. So you just smile. 

You close your eyes to make a wish, but no wish appears as you blow out the candles, just the thought ‘Only three more days left living in a year where you loved me. Only a few more days left in a year where I've allowed myself to love you knowing you don’t’.

Wishing only wounds the heart, after all.

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: As you watched Tamaki's tentacles form against the spines of his fingers, you couldn't help the heat that rushed between your legs... you needed him now; it didn't matter that you two were still on a mission.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!tamaki, tentacle play, use of tamaki's quirk (takoyaki), tentacle 'fingering', breast play, suctions, orgasm (reader), tamaki's a skittish lover, he's horny for you but makes sure he takes care of you.

a/n: so you might've awakened a new kink in me cuz i was elated to write this (idk if its my kink in writing quirks just taking over or if i now like tentacles, we'll never know but this was hot to write) wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“This okay, Y/N?” A blush had spread across Tamaki’s face, the lavender visor he wore nearly fogging up from the heat from his cheeks as he looked away from you.

Of course Tamaki was timid… and flushed with lust. The both of you were in an abandoned alleyway, away from the hero scene doing God knows what. As one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, you shivered under the wet slick of them. “Yeah, Ama– we should hurry.” 

You felt your hero uniform nudge to the side and a lengthy coil fell between your legs, creeping up the side of your leg towards your throbbing cunt. His eyes zeroed in on yours for a second as he mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to freak out. You glanced down at his body, to his nimble hand which had sprouted five reddish tentacles from his earlier takoyaki snack. When you watched them transform, you knew you had to seduce him– hoping to get your boyfriend alone.

You said with innocence, “Betcha those tentacles don’t get used often, mind if I see ‘em?”

And here you were, after running your fingers against the suction cups and some sultry words slipping from your mouth– watching Tamaki tremble underneath said fingers as they rubbed against the seam of his tunic, right underneath his plum-colored bags. The white bulge was extremely prominent and you smirked. 

Tamaki had you under a spell, all five of his tentacles clinging onto you– one around your waist, one laying still around your neck, another suctioned to the fabric that covered your chest, and two teasing at your clit. As the two tentacles rubbed against your clit now, pushing beside each other, a whimper fell from your lips. “C’mon, Ama, put one of ‘em in.” 

“O-Okay…” You felt him shudder against you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as you palmed him and one of his tentacles pressed into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his normal free hand flying to your mouth to try to shush you. “Quiet down please, Fatgum could come looking for us.” 

“Mm, or worse…” As you said that, his tentacle thrusted into you further and you squeezed your eyes shut at the rousing feeling. His suctions pressed against your walls, fucking in and out and you couldn’t help the incoming whines that came from you. “T-Tamaki…”

“Yeah, you doing okay?” He eased out, his other tentacle that housed it way down there playing with your clit. Its tip suctioned into the swell of it, smoothing circles into it as a wet pop–! sounded from your cunt. You were nearing your orgasm way faster than you ever anticipated, his obedience was on par– absolutely exceptional.

“Yeah, make me cum– so close…” 

You were too preoccupied by the heavenly motions against your clit– inside your cunt, you didn’t feel that the one across your chest had slithered its way into your bodysuit. Oh, Tamaki was bold today… tweaking your nipple hard in the latex and humming softly to himself as you clenched around the tentacle inside you. It kissed at your nipple, toying with it as you tried your best to suppress your moans against his palm. 

As you fell apart Tamaki pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, coaxing you through your release with his normal hand soothing over your waist. He pulled his tentacle out, inspecting it slightly and you almost wanted to watch him suck your juices off of it– but he sadly didn’t. 

“I’m buying you takoyaki every week– no, everyday.” You breathed out, both of your hands sliding underneath his tunic and against the tent of his bodysuit. Tamaki squeaked out a tiny noise, pressing closer to you with a skittish expression as he looked down the alleyway. “That’s a promise.”

[deadgirlsnoring]

Sub! Alex turner

pet names, anal, spanking, paddle, spit kink, dildo vibrator, cum eating, black girl reader.

“You’re ruining t-them.” He whimpered, voice slightly muffled from being bent over and pushed into the pillows.

You had yanked off the new panties you bought for him, the color a dark red. “Shh.”

His hair was all disheveled, lips bitten and swollen along with his back covered in cherry red lipstick stained kisses.

Your hands held both of his wrists at his sides, going to kiss at his plump ass cheeks, “Mm, p-please,” You had to hold his wrists, god he was such a mover.

He tried moving closer when your tongue swiped across his pink puckered hole. Moaning, he backed himself into you, wanting more.

“Don’t fucking move,” you mumbled, grabbing the paddle before sitting down on the bed and adjusting him over your lap. A small pout fell on his face, his hair covering his eyes.

1..2..3

A choked moan turned into gasp escaped his lips, harshly biting down on his bottom lip, “Fuck! Mommy.. p-please.”

4..5..6

The paddle made way to the flesh of his ass once again, a sob breaking loose, “Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I-Im sorry m..mommy, no more..” You giggled, he was just so cute it made you soaked.

“Two more puppy, okay? Such a cute boy for mommy. Love it when you’re such a slut, hm? Don’t you? Say it.” The paddle made its last hit, an almost pornographic moan leaving his pretty pink lips.

“Uh, fuck I’cant m-mommy.” Manicured nails played with the fat of his ass cheeks, the warm flesh making him squirm over your thighs.

You can feel his neglected cock twitching, “Oh puppy, you better fucking say it.”

“I-I—Spit it the fuck out.” God you were so rough with him, he rubbed himself against your thigh, groaning, “Mm I’m suchh a..a slut..”

Your hand slapped against his ass, “Good boy.” His whole body reacted, mouth dropping in a silent moan. “I love you mommy.”

Moving his body up onto the bed, you positioned him back to earlier, having him arch his back against the bed, his asshole making a big scene. “What toy do you want?”

“Whatever you think is best mommy.” A long line of spit connected to his pink hole, dripping down to his full needy ballsack.

You rummaged around the box, settling on a long vibrator dildo, one you haven’t used yet. It came with a remote control, your favourite kind.

“This one puppy?” His eyes widened at the size, had to be at least 6 inches, without it moving yet. You brought out some strawberry lube, only because Alex adored it, when you guys made out he wouldn’t let go of you.

“Such a desperate doggy.” You muttered, rubbing lube on his hole when he started massaging his hard cock on the mattress. A deep sigh escaped his lips, his eyes closing shut with pure bliss. Your thumb slipped in, and you saw the clouded look as he looked at you with his doe eyes.

He smiled, breaking eye contact, “I can feel you sucking me in, you need me?”

“S’ bad mommy, ple—fuckkk, need you soo bad,” Your brows raised watching as a pink raised to his cheeks, “Mhm? You ready for me?” He nodded his head, pouting his puffy lips.

You covered the entire dildo in lube letting your cutie watch the whole thing, he gulped, eyeing it all.

“Come here.” You ushered, “Take off my bra baby.” He was such an expert, clipping it off without even looking around you. Your hand cupped his cheek, plump lips swallowing his own.

Alex trembled under your grasp, his hands coming up to cup your perfect breasts. Squeezing, pulling, rubbing. He felt so dizzy you had to pull back from the kiss, he looked like he was from a porno. God, your boyfriend was so hot.

“I love you pretty, mm you ready?” He dizzily nodded. He settled in position, inhaling sharply when you breached his hole. “Mmfucckk…. That’s so good mommy.”

“Uh huh? Yeah? Almost in puppy.” When you got to the last 2 inches he cried out and his back arched even further, “Hurts sooo good baby, shitt I-I.”

Hm? Turn around lemme see that pretty little face.” You watched as he struggled, stifling a laugh. His legs were shaking as he got up on his knees to maneuver himself around, small little pleads and mewls leaving his lips.

“Spread em.” You cooed, you hadn’t even turned on the vibration’s and he was already shaking from the bottoms down. You made sure it was all in before you grabbed hold of the base and pulled it all the way out, and pushed it back in. “Ughh! Fuck! Mommy that’s sooo much.” You watched as his insides swallowed the dildo up, it looked so dirty.

“Soo much what? Cock? Shut up.”

“G-Godd I’m cummingg!” You shook your head, “I’m not stopping, cum if you want puppy.” You set a pace, a fast one, one that kept hitting that same target inside him. “Mmfph! S’good! God, mommy it f-feels amazingg.”

He felt that jerk of his hips, his vision start blurring and he knew what was coming. “Y/nnn, I really l-love—shit—you. Mmmfuckkk….”

“Mommy w-wait, I can’t—ffuuckk!! OoOh!” You turned the vibrations on, just the first level. You hadn’t tried it on him yet so you wanted to test the waters.

You caressed his thigh, a quiet grunt escaping his lips compared to his loud almost fake ones. He moaned out, “Feels so good, feels like I’m gonna cumm again, so full.”

The feeling was so intoxicating, it had his brain feeling foggy, almost like his body had been frozen then felt a huge rush of heat. God the deep desire he felt for you ran deep.

He was sweaty, eyes glazed over and flushed, “M..More.. C-Can you g..go up a level please?” You smiled softly, pressing the button before watching him intently.

It’s like his whole body reacted. It touched that perfect spot inside him, eliciting that response only one thing can do, he loved it so much.

“You love it? Tell me you do Alex. Tell mommy you love what I do to you.” He squirmed, a cry escaping him. “Fuck! Mm I love it so much mommy I love it, I’m yours I love what you do to me baby, I’m all y-yours t..to use.”

“Can I cummm? Pleasepleasepleasee,” He whispered, trying to keep his eye contact but his glazed over eyes kept closing.

You brushed your lips together, pausing when you’re barely touching and just stared at him, his eyes all glossy he looked so edible. Connecting your lips your manicured hand wrapped around his throat, chasing his lips that were chasing yours.

You’d have to stop and wait for a little bit when the toy would hit his prostate, a choked gasp escaping his lungs.

“Hey, hey,” you mumbled, “you wanna cum? Beg for it.”

Connecting them once again, you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, dragging it out with you, a whine following suit.

“Mommyyy, can I cum please? Please? God please! I’m so needy for you fuck I want it—want youu.”

“Go on puppy, you can cum.” You turned it up to the highest level, wanting to see how it would affect him, shocked how quickly it seemed to do so.

“Thank you!, thank you mommyy, I love you.”

Alex saw static, the knot quickly unraveled in his stomach, a pornographic moan mixed with your name fell from his lips over and over again, you could tell your panties were stuck to you.

He was slump, he’d never had an orgasm this strong before, he was so loud he knew you two would have complaints, it would be inevitable. “You’re okay baby, you okay?”

Xoxo

[nysrage]

Rollin’ To Love, Onyankapon.

synopsis: you and your friends scheduled a girls night at cascade for valentines & love seemed to roll your way.

content: romance, fluff, hard to get reader, & barely suggestive themes.

ny’s notes: so while taking a short break to reflect & improve my writing i came up with this new au inspired by @kaegetsmewetter. i advise listening to the songs i linked during their little moment to really immerse yourselves & hope you enjoy! happy love day babies! 🏹🩷

“I-I’m going to fall!”

You didn’t think your valentine’s would be going this way but it was debatable that it was better than how you’d normally spend it. This same recycled day had been the same for as long as you could remember. Just you alone in your room eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie— love jones. The few romances you had never made it past this societies ‘talking stage’ or either ended up as one of those emotionally draining situationships. It was as if love and romance never truly worked for you and only brought trouble.

Slowly you’d come to accept it, until there was a ring of your doorbell. Opening the door to your friends holding balloons, roses and some valentines cookies, “HAPPY VALENTINES BOO!” brushing past you and welcoming themselves into your home. The sight putting a smile on your face, it’d been so long that someone had done something so special for you beside your parents. “Awe y’all really didn’t have to do this..” engulfing them into a group hug and holding them tight, grateful for such attentive friends.

“Girl you deserve to feel loved on this special day too! That’s why we decided to spend the night with you.” kyndall reassured, popping one of the pink candies in her mouth.

“So go get dressed loser, we’re going to cascade!” Dallas giggled, pushing you towards your room. Whirling around in her hold with a questioning brow. ��Really cascade..?”

“What.? I’m tired of the club scene and we could use some good fun like when we were teens!” Dallas shrugged, with that soft glint of excitement in her eyes. “C’mon it’ll be fun..” kyndall coaxed, fluttering those volume lashes until you gave in. surrendering your hands in the air and walking towards your room.

“Okay, okay! No promises i’m getting in that rink tho!”

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“Oh my god, i’m never letting yall convince me into coming here againn!” you whined, gripping onto your bestfriend’s jacket for dear life. Legs wobbling from the rolling skates gliding across the smooth floor not seeking to stop anytime soon, especially not with the crowd of people blocking your way to get to that safety wall you could hold onto.

Saturdays were still apparently the hottest for cascade, everyone seeking for fun outlet for the night. The flashing multicolored lights dancing around the walls and floors, as you and your friends entered. A upbeat set of early 2000’s song blasting over the speakers, as you waited in line to secure a pair of skates. “girl, girl girl. the niggas is out, look!” her constant tapping in of your arm made you finally look up. the group of skaters in particular that caught kyndall’s eye, vibing along to ray j’s ‘sex can i’ with their routines. the front two standing out from the rest, one with a colored buzz cut and street wear fashion. The other a fine chocolate man with a white fitted polo tee that hugged his slim-muscular build, and head full of soft deep waves. Beautiful smile still white and flashing even beneath the hues that illuminated the floor.

“Yeah, we got to get to that floor. Now.” kyndall swooned, grabbing her skates and footing towards the nearest bench to get them on.

“Damn bitch. wait for us!” Dallas laughed, the two of you following behind your eager friend.

Leading you right to this moment, settled into an uneasy stance and terrified of the little control you had over your legs right now. Skates clunking against one another as you tried your best to glide smoothly across the floor. “you got it, glide one foot after the other..” Dallas instructed, but it just seemed as if your uncoordinated body just couldn’t get with it. Wobbling above the laminated floor. Hands wrapped tightly around hers as a effort to keep yourself steady and upright, praying that you wouldn’t eat up the floor.

“Okay, m’gonna let go.” Dallas nodded, eyes on yours as she slowly released your hand. “Don’t overthink it boo.” Your body wobbling a little before it steadied as you continued to roll slowly. “I-I think i got it..” you breathed out, hand cautiously out in front of you.

“Think you’ll be good while i take a few quick laps?” She questioned and you nodded, waving her off trying to concentrate on keeping yourself steady. Counting your steps to yourself as you try not to fall on your ass in front of the big ass crowd of people. Smiling to yourself at the slightest improvement and increase in speed until another skater brushed past you, bumping into your side with a scoff. “Girl move your non-skating ass out the rink, tryna be seen n’ shit..”

Tripping over your skates and stumbling forward when suddenly a quick hand caught your arm. One strong hand resting on your waist and steadying your body before your feet could’ve swept up off the ground. “woah, you good ma?” A shaky breath left your lips as you brush your crimped hair from out of your face, “Yea, i-i’m just gonna—” refusing to look up, rolling away with a face full of embarrassment. Strong hand still holding onto your arm until you sat firmly along the bench. “Don’t trip, it’s a lot of people showing out for the crowd.”

“Slow sets the best to roll to.”

If it was even possible you became more embarrassed once your eyes met the person talking to you, The man being one of the smooth skaters that led one of the groups from earlier. Now that he was up close you could take him in fully, from his perfectly sculpted jawline to his tattoo covered arms. Those pearly white canines covered with custom open faced grills on display as he expressed his love for slow sets. barely even realizing you’d been staring awkwardly as you looked him over, but he paid it no mind just properly introducing himself to you. “Shit my bad I’m onyankapon, most just call me ony tho.”

“y/n.” briefly introducing yourself, “i can’t see how y’all do all this without falling on your ass..” you huffed, frustrated from the short time you spent out in the rink.

Ony laughed at your cute little pout, taking a seat next to you. He couldn’t lie you caught his eyes from the moment he saw you. Pretty skin glowing beneath the illuminated lights as you cautiously rolled within the crowd of people, lip tucked behind your pretty teeth with focus in your eyes. “Been doing this since grade school, plenty of practice.”

“but you just feel and move with the beat” he further explained, pointing out the many people that demonstrated his words. “Don’t think just let your body do all the work and it’ll come to you..”

The dj mixed into a slow set, the lights dimming into soft romantic hues as the ‘unthinkable’ remix by alicia keys and drake began blasting through the speakers. Mood quickly setting in as the skaters eased into the tempo, dj extending the intro as he shares his quick sentiment over the mic. “This for all my single people that hadn’t quite found that one, or even haven’t found the right words to say your ready for more. but ima help you get to ‘em tonight!”

Unbeknownst it was a song the both of you found yourselves listening to quite often these days. Not knowing when that right person would come into your life and changing that lonely destiny you found yourself believing more and more. Mindlessly swaying to the beat, ony gave you a quick glance before standing with his hand held out for you. Your eyes widening in panic when he suddenly ask you to skate with him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when this had been that meant to be feeling this exact song had spoken of. Not waiting for him to finally get his one on one time with you eventually while he was in his element, and if he had to take the lead then he’d do exactly that.

“oh, no, no, no.” reaching back for a seat that was no longer in your grasp, ony shooting that same charming smile that caught your sights earlier as he pulled you onto the floor against your will. “i got you pretty, you trust me..?”

A small look of uncertainty occupying your face as you look over the crowd of skaters that vanished as you look back into his sincere eyes, giving in and uneasily skating forward to get closer to his towering form. Ony met you halfway and suavely spun your body into his, arms snaking around your waist as you took a slow unsteady breath as his hands rest just above your inner thighs. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as your body grows warm from those minuscule touches. Mind filled with nothing but him in that moment, that intoxicating jimmy choo cologne took over your senses as his protective arms tightened around you. Body turning to putty as you practically melting into his arms, nothing but a soft whisper leaving your lips.

“ony..”

“just focus on me…” warm breath fanning against your skin as his lip brushed the shell of your ear, keeping you pressed flush against him. Helping guide your movement to the slow rhythmic beat of the song, your small soft hands resting atop of his comfortably. Body submissively relaxing into his as you following his lead, swaying in sync as the two of you lose yourselves in a sensual stroll “there you go, feel the beat.” tapping softly to the beat against your thigh.

Maintaining a steady speed as if there were no one else in the building but the two of you. Strolling together for the rest of the night until the dj came to a satisfied close, happy with the outcome his slow sensual set had for the day of love. The two of you walking out the building together as the muffled music leaking through the doors. “Thank you for tonight.” you smiled, nervously pushing a loose crimp behind your ear. “Your a really good instructor.”

“Well I had a good partner.” he chuckled, that charm of his now in full swing “If you ever wanted to learn some more moves, I could give you my number..”

“Maybe even make into a little weekly date.”

“Maybe..” you hummed, looking him over as you backed away towards your friends. “same day and time next week?”

“bet, I never got your number tho.” reaching for his phone, as you giggled in the distance. Testing his patience on how much time and effort he’d really put into getting to know you, Opening the passenger door with a small smirk. “I know, see you next week ony..”

Leaving ony nothing but the memory of you and a mental note to be here waiting for you the next week.

[rustys-lodge]

Hiii could u possibly write something about a little sister reader with sam and Dean? Maybe reader graduated highschool and the brothers are just so proud. When they called the readers name they screamed the loudest

Warnings : none, except if you're scared of pure fluff. And being lifted in the air by a loving father figure.

A/N : We're going to call this character Lily, alright ? We can't be your naming her all the time. Also can we talk about this perfect gif ?

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"Come on, it's our turn."

With trembling feet, you stood up from your seat and followed your friend over to the stand, along with your other classmates, where stood 5 of your teachers as well as the director of your school.

You glanced over at the crowd, taking in the smiles and the claps of your best friends. And the sudden frantic claps of your idiot brothers. You would gasp, but you were standing in front of hundreds of people. And even though you could not control the sudden white wash that flooded your face, you tried your best to keep looking normal and collected.

"Lily Winchester."

Once it was your turn, your name erupted through the speakers. And sudden shouts of happiness filled the space.

"GO LILLYYY"

"WOO"

Oh my god....You knew this was going to happen...Of course they wouldn't listen to you.

As your face reddenned a deeper color, you quickened your pace walking down the stand, pursing your lips as to not spit out the most forbidden words at your joyfull looking brothers.

"You..idiots had to embar-"

Your scolding was interrupted by a sudden embrace, and you found yourself watching people fly by as you were swinging in the air.

"You did it, you annoying little monkey."

A set of lips jabbed your cheek before you're fully let go. And you couldn't stop yourself from smiling. But you still rolled your eyes at him.

"Whatever."

With a deep breath in, you turned around to take in the scene, watching as applause filled the room once again. Good energy roamed around. Specifically around y-

A tap on your shoulder snapped you back to life. You turned around to find yourself, yet again embraced tightly.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You did it." Sam whispered in your ear. And you kissed his neck in response, wrapping your arms around his back.

As flashbacks of the past few months rushed back, your fingers reflexively gripped Sam's back tighter. It's been hard. Really hard, on all of you, having to stay in the same place while being enemies with a lot of people around.

Sam and Dean having to leave you multiple times to go on weekly trips.

And most importantly, being a hunter/apprentice who had to wake up at 7am to get ready for school, and go home as late as 3am after a hunt.

Yeah. It's been hard.

You pulled away from Sam, flashing him a reassuring smile as you noticed a change in his own mood.

"Alright. Let's go home now."

"Uh..." You spun around, your eyes pivoting from Sam to Dean and then once again to Sam.

You were supposed to go out with your friends. How-why would he suddenly change his mind ?You pleadingly frowned your eyebrows, causing a chuckle to escape Sam's lips.

"He's just playing with you, sweetheart." Your shoulders slouched. Go."

Your shoulders slouched forward in annoyance.

He always gets you.

"Alright, i'll see you later, Sammy."

The latter chuckled lightly. "Have fuun."

As you turned on your heels, you glanced back over your shoulder, flashing Dean an eye-squinting dramatic glare.

"Home by 11, kid."

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Is there a remedy agaisnt one's own cringy endings ? Not sure. Anyways, hope yall enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. Xoxo ❤️❤️❤️⚘️⚘️⚘️

[flover4ever]

first date⋆.˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖࣪

a/n: i think abt matt and karen's date in that restaurant all the time. such a perfect scene! i wanted to capture that energy. i've always wanted to write a matt x librarian! oc fic. but times are tough and i can never commit to things lol. here's a snippet of what could have been. also, i am not from new hampshire. but oh my god, how pretty!!!!! im jealous.

warning: matt murdock x librarian! reader

matt didn't think his night could go any better. in front of him, he's got the most beautiful girl of his dreams. she told him that he is wearing a white cardigan and light blue dress, the fabric reaches the ground. she told him that the kids from the library tell her it reminds them of when the sky is clear of clouds, only sunny and blue.

matt takes a sip of his wine. "you got family in new york?"

"no," she shakes her head, taking a sip of her water (when he first asked her out, he wanted to take her to drinks. but she has sworn off drinking for life). "moved here three years ago."

matt's eyebrows raised. matt realized just how little he knew about her, despite how she was the common thread in nelson & murdock. "where are you from?"

"new hampshire." said y/n, a small smile peaking through her, like the first ray of sunshine. "it's beautiful there, so much color and life."

"god, it's hard to describe it," she said. matt loved how she described things, down to its smallest details. she talks in such a cadence akin to deep flowing rivers to morning birds. she can make her grocery list sound like a love poem. "it's hard to capture that beauty... sense of awe at the life around you, you know?"

matt smiled, so hard his cheeks started to hurt. he was sure he'd grow smile lines by the time he's forty if he keeps this up. maybe it was worth it. for y/n. "yeah," he muttered, almost lost in a trance.

"why'd you come to new york, then?" he's genuinely curious, his head titled to the side. "i mean, you make new hampshire seem like another planet next to new york."

she laughs, a giddy and joyous thing. "new hampshire's home. but new york, it never leaves you know? even with the grim and grit, there's something or someone that just makes you want to stay. when I interned here in hell's kitchen, the only thing that kept me moving was the kids. story times, their little faces, their constant questions. all of it. it gave me purpose."

matt hears her heart race, the kind that spoke to one's sense of passion. it was almost melodic, the rapid yet enchanting rhythm of muscle.

"nobody truly understands that they're the future," she said. "our future. i want to give something to them, something irreplaceable."

"like reading?"

"yeah," she sighs, like talking about the children of hell's kitchen filled her with such fervor, she couldn't contain it. "exactly."

"but working with the best lawyers in new york is a definitely a bonus," she adds, holding up her glass of water, the ice swirling against the glass.

y/n narrates what she's about to do, matt chuckles as he does the same, their glasses clinking.

"what about you?" she rested her head on her hand, her heartbeat starting to race as she met his eyes. though their gaze would never be able to meet, his dark gaze became her favorite shade of brown. it wasn't like hers, like earth's dirt in new hampshire's wilderness-- it was gold, shining like embers.

"me?" matt raised his eyebrows.

"yeah," she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, her vegan samosas long gone by now. "what made you want to be an attorney?"

"it was my father really," said matt. "he was a boxer. . . caught up with the wrong people. and when i was nine, he died. i tried giving him justice, but no luck. i guess i just don't want any nine year old matt's to feel the same way i did."

"like what?"

"helpless."

her gaze softened. "you're a good man, matt."

"i think you are good, too, marianne," says matt. "better than me."

and he meant it. for years when darning the suit of daredevil, he feels as if there is a twisted part of him taking over his soul. every punch felt one step closer to that. being matt murdock, keeps him grounded-- but that wouldn't be possible without foggy, or karen, or y/n.

she seems like she doesn't have to try. she is effortlessly good and pure. and maybe there is a twisted side to her that she hasn't shown to him. but he's hanging out the hope that this is who she truly is. a person who is kind and good at her core, even if she had to eat through the rotten parts of herself. maybe that's what makes her truly good.

[satorumyman]

mast€rbating sub!gojo (your best friend tries to hide his erection form you)

Pairing: dom fem!reader, best friend sub!gojo

warnings: jerking off, oral (male receiving), satoru has a lot of c*m (sorry not sorry lol), bimbo satoru, he whimpers obv, reader spits in his mouth twice, hair grabing, praise name?(good boy, angel, baby...), final with a plot tiwst.

* i tried to write smut lol*

I don´t need to say this is my first time writing smut, you will notice it as you read this shit... and english is not my first language so sorry for my grammar mistakes.

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Satoru is sitting on the luxury couch of his penthouse lazily scrolling in the gallery of his phone looking at the photos he has of you and him together, a smirk come to his lips as he sees your pretty face, he drinks every little detail of your face.

Your plump lips that always have an intense red color because you always wear a cherry lipstick, he had imagined how your lips would taste, how they will feel wrapped around his thick cock, if ur little mouth would be capable of suck his entire length. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh as he feels his dick hardening through his pants at the mere thought of your lips.

He hisses lowly, putting his hand over his eyes blaming himself of thinking about her best friend in that way, he puts his dirty thoughts aside. He keeps scrolling through the photos until a picture appears that you had sent him when you were on the beach, he takes a deep breath shifting uncomfortably in his seat at the sight of you in a little baby blue color bikini.

His eyes scanning the top that barely cover your big boobs, he feels how drops of precum start to slide from the tip of his cock to his balls, making his boxers feel sticky and uncomfy, Satoru throughs his head back against the sofa, biting hard his lower lip, he moans your name ´´Fuck... Y/N and your fucking damn big boobs of yours´´ he whispers in a low voice.

He fights the instinct of sliding down his hand to his pants to touch his painful bulge and jerking off at the image of your perfect boobs in that bikini, he doesn´t want to be a creepy man that jerks off his cock at a picture of her best friend.

Satoru forces himself to relax as his eyes return to the photo, blue eyes gently tracing your curves thinking if you had chosen that color to match with his blue eyes, he chuckles feeling like a delusional man for thinking that.

He swears that he never got so hard in his live until now, he feels so stupid for acting like a hormonal teenager at his 24 years.

Unconsciously his hand slides down and rubs his painful erection, he knows that the head of his dick is red and swollen. He lets out a pathetical whimper as he grabs his heavy dick through his pants, slowly rubing his cock with his thumb, at this point his boxers and pants are a mess.

´´Damn Y/N fuck, i need you so bad baby´´ He shuts his eyes, breathily whimpers coming out of his mouth ´´I wanna you to suck my fuckin cock like is your last meal´´ his eyebrows furrowing, little drops of sweat sliding over his forehead as he bucks his hips up fucking roughly his hand thinking his your hand instead.

"Oh god... Yes... That's it... You're making me so fucking hard..." Satoru grunts, his grip on his dick tightens, tears starting to form in his eyes from the intense pleasure he's feeling.

He stops his movements abruptly, eyes wide open at the sound of keys at the front door following by your voice, he cursed under his breath, why did he think giving the keys to his house to you was a good idea?

´´Satoruu i´m here´´ you sing taking off your shoes in the entrance, ´´yoo I missed seeing your dumb face, today at work I had a very bad time´´ you say dramatically walking to his living room.

You raise an eyebrow at the scene in front of you, Satoru on the couch red as a tomato with sweat on his forhead and chin, eyes glossy and swollen lips, your eyes going down where he has a pillow on his lap holding it tightly to his body.

Satoru clears his throat, trying to sound confident "I didn't know you were coming here" He says avoiding eye contact tightening his grip on the pillow.

"Well, i send you a message saying that I was coming over to your house" You sit beside him on the couch, satoru tensed slightly, he imaginary facepalm himself for being to busy fucking his dick that he didn't even realize the message you had sent him.

He lets out a nervous laugh scratching his temple "Oh.. I didn't know, the phone battery just died and I was to lazy to charge it so I decied to take a nap instead" He swallows looking everywhere but your face.

You cross your arms "You were sleeping?" you ask surprised, he looks at you confused "yeah?" he clears his throat, "So did you have a nightmare or something?, cus you are red like my shirt" Satoru's eyes go down towards your red shirt, a shiver runs down his spine when he noticed that you're not wearing a bra, your nipples showing through the shirt.

Then his eyes travel upward until they meet your worried eyes, you lean towards him, your boobs unconsciously rubbing against his arm, he feels that he is going to explode at any moment, he clenched his jaw trying to breath properly.

You touch his forehead "you have a fever?" Satoru bites his lower lip nervously "I don't know?" He grabs your shoulder trying to pull you away for him, to his attempt to get you away from him the cushion he had on his lap falls to the floor, revealing a wet spot on the center of his pants and the shape of his large and thick erection. You clench your thighs unconsciously feeling a tingling in your lower abdomen at the sight of his messy pants.

Satoru blushed hard his eyes moving rapidly looking everywhere, his big hands covering quickly the mess of his pants ´´I-I was...eh d-don´t´´ He starts babbling without knowing what to say, he suddelnly gets up ´´I-Im gonna g-go to´´ He cuts himself when the phone that he had hidden under the cushion falls to the floor showing an old picture that you had sent him in a blue bikini. Your eyes widened in shock when you see the photo, you feel a heat trickle down to your body as you realize what Satoru was doing before you came to his house.

Satoru's hands start to shake as he stupidly tries to pick up the phone "so battery dead uh?" You tease, a smile rising to your lips feeling your pussy throb at the mere thought of Satrou jerking himself with a photo of you. He runs a hand through his sweaty white hair, eyes looking at yours with lust and hunger behind them before he looks away sighing shakily "Sorry, I know that you might feel disgusted right now" he swallow heavily, you see his Adam's apple rise and fall through movement making you want touch it with your fingers.

You let a soft chuckle before standing up and walking towards Satoru, he turned his head at you with a surprised look. You lean into him, gently running your finger over his Adam's apple, he closed his eyes a small breathy sigh coming out of his lips, 'so sensitive' you though smiling.

Your right hand going up his arm making a shiver of pleasure runs up and down his spine, your hand following its path up until you reached the undercut behind his head, you gently pull the few hairs making him groan a "fuck" in a hoarse voice as your finger lightly squeeze his Adam's apple.

You feel his erection squeezing sightly against your abdomen, making you bite your lower lip feeling your pussy getting more wetter as he gently rolls his hips towards yours searching for some friction, "Do you seriously think I'm going to be disgusted" your lips sliding sensually along his neck, his breath hitched at the feeling "knowing that my hot best friend is masturbating his fat cock thinking about me?" You finish whispering in his ear giving a chaste kiss on the lobe.

He forced himself to relax into your embrace, letting go of some of the tension that has been building up inside him for what seems like an eternity.

But every second he spent in your arms feels like a test of his resolve, making it harder for him to resist the urge to pull you onto his lap and take you right here.

"So you are not disgusted?" He pants deeply getting more worked up by each passing moment. You shake your head with a breathy laugh. "So are you gonna let me suck your dick?" You ask moving your lips centimeters against his. "It seems like you've had to endure a lot of pain" You pout.

Satoru's eyes widen in shock at your words, his heart races with excitement, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he can hardly believe what he's hearing - were you really offering to suck his dick?. "Fuck yes," Satoru whimpers, his voice barely above a whisper as his big hand cups your chin his thumb caressing your lower lip, you close your eyes leaning into his hand, pulling away for him with a playful smirk, you push him by his broad shoulders making him sit on the couch.

He lets himself be dominated easily by you, he spreads his longs legs leaving a space for you, mouth watering at the sight of his strong thighs and the throbbing erection through his pants that claims to be free.´´oh my poor angel tried so hard to hide his heavy dick from her best friend´s eyes´´You purr, hands caressing his strong thighs up and down, He throws his head back to the couch, raising his hips, a pathetic moan escape from his lips,´´mñm Y/N pleasee´´ He looks at you dumbfounded with half open eyes, spit dripping from his plump lips.

You place yourself in the space between his legs, with your hands on his thighs you lean into him ´´Please what baby?´´You whisper, Satoru feels a pulsation in his aching cock at the petname. Your hand go to his forhead and you push back the hair that cover his eyes, revealing his sweaty forehead. With his white strands in your hand, you tilted his head back, you hear him grunting, making him look at your eyes.

´´I asked you a quiestion, angel´´ your other hand slowly going up his thigh stopping centimeters away from his bulge, his pants got so fuckin meesy and wet, your mouth getting dry, the space between your legs feeling uncomfortable with the amount of dripping that slides form your pussy.

´´I need your little mouth on my cock´´ He says between sighs, big hands going to your waist squeezing it tightly. Giving him a soft smile, you whisper ´´Good boy´´ your hand that was grabing his hair slowy slides down to grab his chin, you hear him gulp your thumb playing with his lower lip, meanwhile, his big hands begin to move from your waist to your abdomen caressing it.

´´Open´´ You command, he quickly opens his mouth you stick his tongue out with your thumb, collecting a ball of saliva before spitting in his mouth, he lets out a moan from inside his throat, a drop of saliva connecting your tongue with his, you gently hit his cheek ´´Swallow´´ he swallow it in seconds maintaining eye contact with you. ´´So obedient to me ´´ you smile before crashing your lips with his, you both moaned at the feeling, hands going around his broad shoulders as his thumbs stroke your abdomen through your shirt.

You run your tongue over his lower lip making him open his mouth, quickly domating the kiss you explore his mouth, tongue brushing his, he grunts now hands going up slowly up to cup your boobs, thumbs caressing your hard niples you whimper in his mouth. Pulling away from his lips a drop of spit conecting his tongue with yours, feeling your thighs tremble as you see how fucked up is already Satoru.

Two slander fingers squeezed your niples, biting your lip letting a small ´´fuck´´ you look at his face, blue eyes half open and clouded with lust looking at you, a mischievous smile forms on Satoru's lips, his smile fades quickly letting a desperate moan when he feels your fingers around his lenght through his pants.

*Yeah there is not a plotwist lol*

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 1, Match 2 BRING IT ON vs. AFTER PAIN

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for BRING IT ON:

"Reasons why Bring it On should win:

- Just by starting the song, the instrumentals are BANGER. Like his more rock style is very cool, even better than After Pain’s more mellow style - Arthur’s voice (Futa’s va) had bills due because have you HEARD his singing?? His raspier voice fits Futa so well - It feels so explosive and like a call to action in a sense, which very much matches Futa’s mentality during trial 1. He also wasn’t playing victim like a CERTAIN girl… (jk, love you mu!) - SAA HAJIMEYOU USOTSUKI KARIDA - UNDEAD HEROOOI YES SLAY KING HIS HIGH NOTE HERE IS HEAVENLY - His scream at the end. Oh my god. HE LITERALLY ATE THIS NOTE. AFTER PAIN COULD NEVER. BRING IT ON FTW 🔥🔥🔥" - His range goes WAAAAAY higher than Mu. She would end up like PHG if she even tried hitting any of his high notes in the last chorus /j

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- The vocals are amazing, those growls are so well done - You’re able to get Fuuta’s crime and motive pretty succinctly, only based on the visuals - But it still leaves a lot up to interpretation, like how he only attacked once in the final fight scene. It lead to some cool theories. - On that note, the game aspects are so cool!! Especially when paired with him going after people online, just good synergy with awesome style! - Fuuta’s scared face after he realizes what he did. The great contrast of other foes simply being knocked out then being met with blood splatter. - The tempo of the song changing with his mood is a really good touch as well. Make the song more chaotic which highlights his character traits well

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"propaganda for bring it on: the music FUCKS it genuinely slaps so hard listening to it. song style is incredible its perfect for fuutas personality and gamer vibes. also the way the mv frames everything as a game? the only time real blood and real gore happens being when killcheroy dies? the little details of all the usernames, the different monster designs, the generally distorted feel of everything being too lighthearted?

okay i could go on about the mv for hours but lets not. aside from that: the FEEL of the song!!! the vocals!!!! it really feels like fuuta putting his whole heart into it, into this point of view that both blows problems out of proportion and minimises them, and DEEPLY fucking up. my darling little hypocrite gamer boy twitter user. he makes his witch hunt genuinely sound like something that could sweep people up into it. also the instruments goddddd. the guitar and synth the bass and the drums the DRUMS. im relistening to it to write this propaganda and it keeps making me headbang when i should be writing. if you arent headbanging to bring it on you are LYING.

the way the lyrics are written is wonderful too!!!! they feel so brash and brave and powerful and like. cocky about it. and it fits PERFECTLY. its gets someone swept up into it and it FUCKS. vote bring it on im serious. lets go!! a victory march!! dan da dan!!"

Propaganda for AFTER PAIN:

"so here is why people should vote for AFTER PAIN !!"

Muu's vocals. Need I say more?

The bridge to it is absolutely wonderfully done, the way she softens her vocals to an almost creepy point is incredible

during the final chorus you can hear the desperation in her voice and it’s very well portrayed

The coloring in this music video were phenomenal

The overlapping vocals at the end of the song just have a really really nice effect

Its just a pure banger

In some parts of the song there’s the sound of a clock ticking in the background used as a sort of beatline… GENIUS??

Its just a banger

even with what we found out about Muu in her second trial, After Pain on its own portrayed bullying in a very realisitc and artistic way (from someone who deals with it regularly)

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"After pain propoganda: She just girlbossed too close to the sun and happened to be holding a knife at the time"

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"Gosh everything about After Pain... How can you NOT like it? It's literally such a good song and is very singable. The instrumentation is absolutely amazing and I've listened to it on loop so much."

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

How about Yandere Elvis becoming obsessed with his latest co-star?

A/n: I can't believe it, a request from one of THE best Yandere writers in the Elvis and Austin fandom crash-and-cure, im so honored, I must be dreaming. I decided to do a black reader because there are not enough colored readers x Elvis, Austin!Elvis and Austin.

The Star in his eyes

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black reader.

Summary: Elvis thought that it was just another movie, singing and getting the girl like always but what he didn't realize he'd met his true love and he'd have competition.

Warnings: Yandere Elvis, Possessive Elvis, Jealousy, Non-con, and con kissing, Drinking, Threatening, Implied sex and pregnancy, Manhanlding, Fistfight, Close to death experience, Time-period racism. (Hopefully not too long short)

At first, Elvis didn't think much of you, don't get him wrong it wasn't because of the different skin color. No, it was because you were just the second love interest of his character and he had to focus more on the main interest. Little by little you caught his eye, he didn't know if it was the way the sun shined on your dark skin, casting a heavenly glow, or your quick wit and caring personality or you're simple love of books, and passion for acting, getting your character just right and despite being talked down you brushed it off like it was nothing.

All he knew was you were gonna be his wife someday, he couldn't care less what his fans and the world would feel about it.

You were his and people had to deal with it.

Elvis's eyes closed, feeling relaxed as the makeup and hairdresser, worked his hair, the feeling of her fingers going through his locks allowed him to imagine it was you, the image of him back at Graceland, laying on your lap on the couch in front of the fireplace as you whispered of your love for the rockstar was enough for a smile to creep up on him. Excitement pulled into his stomach and stirred alive his cock, after this he would film a few scenes with you, close very close with you, finally to feeling you in his arms.

"Alright you're done, honey." the dresser spoke after combing his hair back "Thank ya, sweetheart'." Elvis opened his electric blues and flashed his women-swooning smile at the dresser, it only widens as she tries and fails to hide her blush. He loved you but he just couldn't help himself, he said one last 'thank you and walked out of the trailer hearing the excited, happy squeals of the ladies inside, with deep satisfaction and confident booster he sets to find you. He scanned the set of the fake glorious mansion until he spot you getting into position and straightening out your maid costume, God you were beautiful, your hair up in a bun with pieces of hair falling elegant in front of your face, light makeup enhancing your strong features, and oh your lips, those lips, he wanted to make busied from his kiss, wanted to hear mewls, whines, and moans come from your parted lips.

Elvis rearranged his dress pants, to hopefully make his erection less obvious and sauntered to you "Hey darlin', Ya ready?" Elvis questioned as you looked up startled by him, those beautiful eyes shined a brighter shade because of the sun behind him "Ready as I can be." you answer right when the director shouted 'SHOOT' "Amari would you stop cleanin' and just listen to me?!" Elvis yelled, glaring angrily at you, sighing you throw the rag you used to wipe down the center table of the entrance and looked at your co-star "Mr. Truelove-" "Jake-" "-You. are. my. boss and what about Nia, she is your best friend, childhood best friend I will not break that girl's heart." you said with a firm tone and narrowed eyes. Elvis grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, a hand coming to rest on your cheek "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this." Elvis's eyes searched yours "Jake.." you whispered unable to look at him "Amari.." he whispered back as he pulled you into a kiss of hard passionate, lips made to bruise "CUT!" the director shouted, ending the scene. Elvis redundantly moved away, allowing space between you two, "Ya did amazing." Elvis smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder "Thank you, that's quite a compliment coming from you." you smiled back, "So I was wondering if ya'd like to go out sometime." he asked despite already knowing you were gonna say yes.

"No. I'm sorry, I don't like you that way," you said, tone full of sympathy before walking away, so fast he couldn't react in time, a look of shock and disbelief was sure to be on his face. You rejected him? You rejected him, Elvis Presley when girls would do anything to get in his pants or even die to be his girl and you just brushed him off. No, you didn't get to say no to him, you must have been scared, right? why else would you turn him down? He just got to show he was serious bout you, yeah that's right. He'd do it tonight.

Elvis made his way to your stay-in outsider trailer, he reached the mental door in a purposeful stride, and he raised his knuckles when a sound faint in volume stopped him, moans soon followed by clapping skin. Elvis's blood boiled like water hitting its peak in a hot pat, red blinded his vision as he kicked the fragile door down, and as he pulled one of the cameramen out and off you, dragging him out of the trailer, in his birthday suit and punching the man in the jaw casting him to fall. Elvis ignored your pleading demands and your pulling as he lifted the other male by his neck and continued pummeling him until his blood-spattered covered Elvis's fist. Eventually, you were able to get Elvis off your secret love "Elvis what the fucked?!" you shoved his shoulder hard, he stumbled a bit before glowering at you and trapped you between him and the trailer, the white sheet that covered you falling to the ground and his knee pressed against you wet core. "No! what the goddamn hell you thinkin'?! Giving your body to somebody else?!" he whisper-yelled, slamming his hands on the cold metal, you flinched at the loud bang "I-Im not yours. You have no right to do this!" you barked back, trying to push him away "you are mine! That is if you want to keep your career, your life, and your lover boy to live to see another day." Elvis snarled, "Y-you wouldn't dare!" you stuttered " I would. You're my girl now and forever." Elvis reassured you that by kissing you again with another bruising kiss.

That was the day you met your husband, once the news had gotten out of you "Dating" the famous rockstar, hell broke loss at first but cooled down and people came to accept you, and poor Clint, he was smart enough to not press charges or even tell anybody of what happened. You had fallen pregnant soon after your honeymoon, and you weren't surprised, the man couldn't keep his hands off you, and at times you wished you could leave him and his short tamper but the tendering caring, the mindblowing sex made it hard now the baby coming you really was stuck with Elvis..and the worst part you felt yourself fall for the king of rock.

You sighed and rubbed your tummy before laying, spread out onto the king bed. What were you gonna do?

[fiapartridge]

OK WHAT IF

he sees her at the book store and thinks she is so pretty

so he kinda follows her around (lowkey) waiting for the perfect moment to make some sort of move

and when he sees her reaching on a high shelf for a book that’s when he makes his move

or he sees her pick up like the deal or something (😭😭) some hockey book and he’s like hey i do that. ends up being super embarrassing bc of what those books are actually about LMAOOOOOOOO

LIKE IMAGINE ICEBREAKER ok anyways yeah

omg no bc he literally wouldn't even be there for the book store LMFAO like he literally just walked in there to find the bathroom but then he sees her and like spends nearly half an hour trying to work up the courage to talk to her

she's def in the romance section and he's like walking by her a couple times and he even picks up a book and tries to look mysterious BUT WHAT IF HE'S THE ONE THAT PICKS UP THE DEAL OR ICEBREAKER because he's like omg hockey and she's like 👀 is he really reading that 👀 and she talks to him like

"you like that book?"

and HES FAKING SO HARDDDD like it's so embarrassing and funny at the same timeeee he's like "pshh this book? it's my all time favorite."

and she's like trying her best not to laugh "yeah? my favorite scene was the man monster part." (from the deal)

AND HE IS CLUELESSSSS he's like "oh yeah! that was my favorite part too. very...enlightening."

"enlightening?" she's laughing

"very," he's smiling so awkwardly and his face is the color of a tomato times 100. "i don't think there's any better book than this."

she's nodding, indulging him if you will. "yeah this entire book is just sex."

and he literally drops the book IN SECONDS. "oh!" somehow he's even redder. "yeah i've never read that book in my whole entire life. you're telling me it's not about hockey???"

"i mean, yeah...and sex."

"oh god."

"but i appreciate the sentiment. you tried really hard." she's smiling and holding his shoulder like she's trying to make him feel better for whatever the fuck he was tryna do with that.

"i don't really know what to do now." he's sooooooo awkward omg LOL

"how about you just ask for my number now?"

LIKE THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE OKAY THIS IS HAPPENINGGG

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 30 - Bonta Folie's (part 2)

...Who would have known that not pretending to be a manly man-man, and actually being a friend to your girlfriend would make your relationship better?

But genuinely, it's so cute to see them finally getting along.

Even that is enough for him.

It's very interesting to me, the way this juxtaposes his party.for all of the girls, and this one-on-one dinner proposition.

Yet again, Kerubim isn't just trying to get back together with Lou — he's become a part of the collective.

And he isn't just pretending to be a woman - he's relishing in it.

Which is very normal and not a sign of anything at all about his gender.

...Is this a good time to, yet again, mention that this episode is the first time we see Kerubim wearing green, chronologically speaking? Y'know, his favourite color?

Between trying to isolate Lou, mistreating everyone but her, unlawfully terminating Keke's employment out of jealousy, and, in general, and the power imbalance in trying to seek a relationship with one's own employee... The twitter callout would be wild. World's shittiest employer.

...Also, way to hit the sore spots, considering "you're barely worth the attention she gives you" is pretty much Keke's Nightmare.

Smudged mascara from tears. Cute...

Finally, he gets the courage to do the right thing. Only takes everything being So Over each time. I guess it says a lot about his character. Even as an old man he's not good at telling the truth, if it makes him feel bad.

Past Kerubim would have been probably been begging, tearfully, on his knees, for her to take him back. Or, perhaps, past Kerubim would have been denying he was at fault altogether.

What happened in the last episodes, is that he finally learned to take accountability for his life. He's okay with rejection. It's just that he wants her to know that he's sorry.

(nods sagely) And Pinpin is actually just a woman.

...Oh, god, it is going to be hard not to screenshot every single frame of the next scene.

In the past, perhaps he would have tried to say something in his defence. But it's not about him: it's about her shitty, shitty birthday, about him having lied to her for weeks or months, and him having caused her to forget him.

So, he doesn't say anything.

He lets her do all the talking.

It's only after she says something that isn't sad, and acknowledges that he's still her friend ("it's weird to see you as an Ecaflip" is a far cry from "I lost my best friend") that he begins to talk back, even making a little joke to test the waters.

Even though he fucked up again, and couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, he has a new chance.

He isn't pushy, — at best, he'd like to share the road with her.

But despite what happened, she still considers him her best friend, female or not.

[edvervain]

This is @thimblings post that I was lucky enough to see forever ago (like at least a week), that @rookanis-de-riva posted.

I was super excited because the colors are just phenomenal. However the scene just would not go where I wanted it and it's probably never going to be finished so I thought I would post it for WIP Wednesday.

This is my Rook (romancing Davrin in-game). That hair is kinky when you let it out of the braids!

Warning: Major Character Death (off screen), It's a TearJerker, It's not smutty (despite my best efforts)

Fic under the cut.

Ruined

"In War, Victory,

In Peace, Vigilance

In Death, Sacrifice.

Davrin lived up to every ideal of being a Grey Warden. He fought as hard as any Gray Warden has ever fought to bring victory from War, he stayed vigilant during peace, and he made the greatest sacrifice to stop the blight and thwart the ancient evil that tried to-"

Rook stood up. 

He'd done so many fucking hard things since Varric had dragged him into this thrice-damned mess. Sitting still and quiet while he listened to the eulogy was too much. 

He had made the arrangements, he'd talked with the planners and the people Davrin knew that had survived Weissheipt-Antoine & Evka mostly at this point; Eladrin had been exactly zero help with the planning but had actually found a laugh or two to drag out of Rook with stories of the other griffins in their training. That thought hurt just as much. 

Davrin's memorial was-nice. Rook thought he might have liked it, even if he wouldn't have said as much and made fun of the flowers. There were swaths of floral arrangements in the bold colors Davrin had favored, accented with large eagle feathers that Rook couldn't look at for too long. It looked like Teia had gotten ahold of one of the planners, and they'd done a good job. 

Rook slunk through the quiet halls away from the service, feeling like an ass and a failure. He wasn't even crying, Davrin would have had some smart remark about him not flinching from fighting through a horde but balking at a social event. Davrin would have grinned and his hand would have settled low on Rook's hip, hot through the light armor to pull him close with that low chuckle. Rook's breath caught in his throat and- 

He tripped on the stairs. Rook thought he might like to kill something. He flung his overcoat on the stair's banister, he was too hot for the stiff formal wear of a crow. Thank the gods- well- not them, but at least Lucanis hadn't seen him trip. There wouldn't have even been any jokes, he would have looked at Rook with those dark eyes that saw everything and that would be the end of the damned world. Rook couldn't afford to be seen right now.

Somehow, he found his way outside. The fresh air was a relief after the stuffy confines of the service hall. He jerked off the leather gloves, good for combat or a ballroom - sturdy but flexible. They were tossed on a low bench as he passed. Rook reached up and tugged the top buttons of his silk button-down open. The collar was too tight and he really didn't want to feel claustrophobic. The tight fitting shirt was making it hard to breath.

The edge of the low garden wall appeared in his vision and Rook paused. On a normal day he wouldn't have even noticed an easy vault like that. But his hands were shaking and the edges of his vision glistened threateningly and he would do something unfortunate to anyone unlucky enough to see him fumble the jump. 

Impulse took over though and he bounced on his toes a couple of times to make sure the new boots would brace his ankles right on a landing and broke into an easy jog. In a few steps it was a flat out run and the world was blurring and he was only mostly sure he was going to jump the wall and not hit it face first. He reached out to jump-

An arm caught him- or a whole body. He was going too fast to just stop and they tumbled to the ground. He rolled to a knee, a hand already grasping the empty air where his dagger would normally rest. "Easy, Rook." 

Lucanis. Fuck.

"What do you think-" Rook cut off in shock as Lucanis touched his lips. He jerked back, blinking the blur of tears from his eyes and looking at Lucanis properly. He looked untouched by their tumble, his own one-shoulder cloak hardly even out of place. Rook thought he might hate him-just a little. He'd had to ask Teia to help him braid his hair this morning, his hands had been too thick-fingered. 

"Rook-" Lucanis started again but Rook shook his head and stood up. He was a mess, his shirt pulled to one side and the large sleeves he usually liked were tangled around his arms. 

"Rook." Now Rook had no choice but to listen, Spite's harsh inflection overlaying on Lucanis's lilting accent had always gotten his attention. "Smells. Like. Regret." The words were a slap in the face. Spite threw him back into the middle of Solas's Fade prison and Rook simply stared at Lucanis as his eyes bled violet fire and Davrin's image, carved out of stone the way he'd carved his friends out of wood, loomed over him in his mind's eye. He couldn't breath. Couldn't speak. Couldn't move.

A sharp sound hit his awareness before the impact registered on his cheek. He still couldn't see, the world was just blurred streaks of color, but he choked on a breath, then another. He jerked back away from Lucanis. He was going over the damned wall, he didn't care if there was a sheer cliff on the other side-

His back hit the wall, Lucanis pinned him to the rough stones and-

Lucanis wrapped his arms around him and held on tight. Rook jerked and twisted and Rook hated that his training hadn't focused on the physical as much as Lucanis's had- hated that Spite's strength made Lucanis stronger then he had any right to be- hated that the hell Lucanis had been through had made him understand pain in a way he shouldn't have ever known- hated the way Lucanis's arms tightened, trying to hold him together, trying to keep Rook from breaking-  

The first sob broke abruptly and caught Rook by surprise. Lucanis grunted as though he was struggling and Rook twisted- hard. Hard enough to almost get away. Then Rook was on his knees and Lucanis caught him again and another sob choked it's way out of his throat. "Cry, mi amico, no one will think less of you." Lucanis offered the reassuance in that soft, considerate tone he used when offering one of his little kindnesses. 

Rook reached up, he was going to push Lucanis away. He was going to shove him off and take a breath and get himself together and walk away. His fingers tangled in Lucanis's shirt. He held on. Rook held on and then he pulled himself tighter. The next sob only held so long because Rook couldn't breath around it. Then he was crying, sobbing, choking out weeks of edging himself around the holes in his heart where Davrin and Assan had made a nest for themselves. 

He cried and clung and hoped his trainer was rolling in a shallow grave somewhere at the idea of Rook sobbing his heart out on the First Talon's shoulder. 

---

Later, after the tears had run out again, and his face was clean, no one made a fuss when Lucanis led him back into the service. It turned out that breaking into pieces could be a rather quick affair. Lucanis didn't ask about his jacket or gloves, didn't tell him to do his buttons back up. Merely walked beside him and sat with him. Emmrich spoke now and he didn't speak about Davrin's end, but rather his life. How much they'd all grown together. No one said anything when Rook cried again but this time was gentler, silent tears slicked his cheeks and no one said anything when the First Talon dropped a hand to catch his where they twisted together in his lap and held on. 

Once the guest had left, they found some booze. Harding had smuggled them in a few bottles of some Fereldan swill, but Lucanis had brought a dark, thick, almost purple, red wine, that he called Port and it burned just a little sharper then the reds he normally favored but it was sweet and had a hint of the fruit that lingered on the tongue. Rook listened to his friends talk, about Davrin and Assan, and the other wardens, and the griffons in Arlathan, and the port burned his tongue just enough to keep the tears at bay. 

Rook found himself laughing at Taash's retelling of a story about Davrin beating them at wrestling because Assan had flown over and taken a shit on the pair of them. The stories got softer, they talked about what they would remember, what they would miss, Rook couldn't talk. He was almost certain he would start crying again, he might already be crying, more silent tears slipping down his cheeks, but the port made it feel less awful somehow. 

The night was deep when Lucanis coaxed him up from his seat and took the last of his goblet of port. Rook didn't know how many cups he'd had but everything was fuzzy and soft edged and Rook let Lucanis help him to his feet. "Tonight was hard- thank you for making me stay." Rook knew he'd never say it sober and he needed Lucanis to know what he'd done was appreciated. Lucanis simply gave him one of those slight, soft smiles and helped him up the stairs to his room. Standing alone in the cool darkness, Rook pulled the remaining formal wear off, letting it drop carelessly on the floor. The bed would be too big, it was always too big now. He'd been able to wake up curled between Davrin and Assan only a handful of times but it had been something that felt kind of like home. 

Drunk, it was easier to wonder if he'd ever find something like that again. It was easier to wonder if- just maybe, it was already there, waiting, and he just needed to be in a place where he was able to see it. Rook crawled into the too big bed and fell asleep to dream of wings and the two men who helped him to fly.

[elairi]

I had this scene stuck in my head even after writing it, so I had to paint it.

-------------------------- “You didn’t tell me you were an artist.” 

Tav wasn’t. Her specialty was hitting things very very hard. Which didn’t particularly work well with a canvas and paint brush.

Tav’s darkvision didn’t help much either. Each tube of paint only appeared a different shade of gray in the dark. Intending to fix the problem, Tav cast the one spell she knew. Light. Instead of a ball of light, hundreds of sparkling butterflies exploded from her hand, fluttering about the tent and illuminating everywhere they flew.

Tav could practically hear Astarion’s complaint before it left his mouth. She stopped him from speaking by talking first.

“This isn’t a concern right now.” 

She didn’t have the mental energy to figure out why her minimal magic had gone rogue and unleashed butterflies instead of the intended spell. She had enough to worry about as is.

“Tav, does anything normal ever happen around you?” 

Tav hushed Astarion, focusing on the canvas in front of her. Using the brush, she carefully dipped the brush into the colors of the palette she’d prepared. She continued to work to attempt to capture Astarion’s likeness.

Her hands didn’t understand her vision. The face had become lopsided and his red eyes were looking particularly silly. To finish the painting off, Tav put a large circle of yellow in the corner. Leaning back to inspect her work. 

It was awful. 

The painting looked nothing like Astarion, just several messy strokes that made a strange face. Tav gave up. She’d just have to pay for a professional to paint him instead. Astarion left the stool coming over to inspect her work.

“Gods this is ugly Tav, I hope this isn’t how you see me. And what even is that yellow blob in the corner?”

“Hey I tried my best, okay? And it’s the sun.” 

Astarion laughed, grabbing the paintbrush from her hands. He added dark brushstrokes to her sun, creating a face on top of it.

“What is that?”

“You.” 

“Oh, so you’re making fun of my art and my appearance.” Tav tried to take back the paintbrush to fix his horrible impression of her as Astarion danced out of reach. 

“You, my love, are a work of art. Your painting on the other hand…Anyways, I think it’s time to call it a night.”

Astarion was right on both accounts of her art skills and her current state. She was exhausted. Tav gave her painting one last glance before placing a coin down for the use of paints. Astarion took the coin, stopping when Tav shook her head.

“What? We practically did all the work anyway.” 

Tav didn’t budge on her stance. Astarion gave up and returned the coin. He inspected the painting one more time, chuckling under his breath at the insult to art itself. Taking dagger from its sheath he focused on cutting canvas free from its frame.

“I thought you said it was ugly?” Tav teased. 

“Oh, it is exceptionally hideous. I would be offended if I didn’t already know how handsome I am.” 

Astarion reined his laughter in just enough to kiss Tav and lead her out of the tent. After exiting, he rolled up the painting of himself and Tav and gently placed it in his bag.  Read the whole story here

[atamascolily]

princess tutu re-watch, episode 23

PREVIOUSLY ON PRINCESS TUTU: Our heroine gets a good look at the nuts and bolts behind the scenes of the story (literally) and it isn't pretty. Gear up and clock in, everybody, because we're really in it now.

meanwhile back in the so-called "real world", Fakir has to finally suck it up and start writing if he wants to save Tutu from Drosselmeyer.

the return of Edel's theme on steroids as puppets descend from the ceiling of ClockWorld is… jarring, as is the fact that they all have Drosselmeyer's voice.

poor Fakir, writing is hard even when the narrative isn't fighting you for control. But at least he came prepared to write IN the graveyard itself, lololol.

The raven finally shows his true colors and tries to eat Rue's heart but she (wisely) runs away

Uzura finds a crank and begins spinning gears--I like to think it's something she remembers from her life as Edel

Rue has her "oh my god, what have I done" moment with Mytho, and decides that murder-suicide is the best possible solution.

Mytho: Joke's on you, I'm into that shit!

meanwhile, Autor shows up at the worst possible time to offer writing "advice" to Fakir, and Tutu has a truly uncomfortable tea with Drosselmeyer.

Tutu: Oh, thank goodness, shouting "I want to speak to the management" over and over again finally paid off!

Me to Drosselmeyer: You ruined a perfectly good duck, that's what you did. Look at her, she's got anxiety!

Drosselmeyer: oh, look, the story is turning backwards, what idiot savant thought of this?

Uzura: sneezes, keeps turning the gears

Rue goes back in time and sees her younger self and her first meeting with Mytho, who saved her. Suffice to say this is not my favorite romance trope.

Fakir: NOOO, I DON'T WANT TO BE AN ASSHOLE AGAIN! You can't make me go back! I'll never go back! scribbles furiously

Edel and Uzura have a chat, which isn't weird at all, and also Uzura is more of a person than her predecessor somehow??

Fakir: It's like I'm possessed by Ahiru's feelings, which would be creepy, except this is what will save the day! She is my muse, my inspiration, my raison d'etre--

Ahiru: Call my name, Fakir!

Fakir: AHIRU!

(he calls her Duck and not Tutu here, my heart, my heart, my heartttttttt)

Tutu emerges from Drosselmeyer's grave and into Fakir's arms as papers fly around them and it's epic.

Meanwhile, Rue's flashback continues and she learns she's a human girl kidnapped by crows and her whole life is a lie.

Also Mytho is a crow now. Like, completely a crow. This is bad.

Drosselmeyer: Finally, some good fucking food. sips tea

Uzura: I'm having an identity crisis-zura! is distracted by shiny things

[aleniksimmer]

Miraculous the movie

Final thoughts:

-if you watch it alone without any prior knowledge of Miraculous it feels extremely random, the characters are flat, the powers blurry, their objectives kinda lost in the songs, which are there but don't really clear the situation or move the plot forward

-if you watch it knowing the show it does make even less sense, the powers are completely fucked up, sometimes the suits protect them, sometimes not, the characters feel a very faded copy of what they're supposed to be and most of the times the plot doesn't plot, things just happen cause it's fanservice and "a laugh for the kids", it really feels like a fanfiction in which the author was focused in a couple of scenes and then tried to connect them together even if they don't work. Conflicts starts and are closed at random, there's zero build up, as I said before it all feels like it happens because the "author" wanted it to happen but not because the story makes sense developing in that way through the characters (as it should be with a well written story)

In the end, I enjoyed some visuals, I enjoyed some 3d models, but in general it's not something I would want to watch again, it feels uneventful and it does feel like you just have to be a casual/passive spectator. There's no foreshadowing, no messages between the lines. They tried to make the line "save a life, save the world" meaningful but it really gave nothing.

Last very personal opinion, as a hardcore fan of Frozen movies and shorts, it feels like the animations/camera angles/songs were heavily inspired by that and classic Disney in general instead of focusing on the canon material. I get they wanted to retell the story in a shorter format but it didn't quite deliver the intended result for the mentioned reasons.

Spoilers

So I finally decided to watch the movie cause I need something lighthearted rn, and a few seconds in I'm hating how they are presenting the miraculouses "they were only given to heroes but the butterfly is the most evil one cause evil butterfly ohhhhh" like the fuck did you just smoke Fu? Seems like Zag didn't really watched the show and had this vague idea that the butterfly miraculous is EvIL. It would be a long watch. I will edit this post each time I have to say something.

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I'm a DIE HARD fan of musicals, like half of my songs on Spotify are from musicals, I have playlists of Disney songs. But this?? Seems Zag watched more Anna from Frozen than the actual show. I know Mari was very insecure in the beginning, but this is all over the place, and the dialogues, they are so detached (and I don't want to shit on the animation, but for fuck sake she wants to be a fashion designer, her whole room is pink, her sketches are colorful but the best she can imagine is a gray smoking and a white dress?? Not even a hint of color?? And she stops in front of a white dress?? For frick sake she's Marinette not "I love a sterile environment with bland people" Gabriel Agreste). And I'm 5 minute in. God save me

-

At least I can relate to the flute scene. What a vile instrument c_c

-

Ahh I don't know how to feel about them using that tune and those scenes that resemble so much the parts of the show that make you heart skip a bit in a context that feels so less deep. I think I'm missing the build up to the crucial point.

-

The long hair?? Gabe with the long hair?? I'm crying 😂😂

-

Oh come ooooonnnn. They give Nooroo a fuking bad reputation like this. And it doesn't make any sense design wise. If the butterfly is the worst of the worst why does it have a random place in the circle of secondary miraculouses. I hate it.

-

And now the jewels fly. Okay. OK. I need to forget about the show.

-

Ok. Now I'm 100% certain that Fu is high on something.

-

No Tikki, the butterfly is lost due to Fu and you perfectly know what it is capable of? Otherwise you wouldn't call it the eViLlllll.

-

So, what did we learn today. The gargoyle is there to do nothing, no objective, no plan, no correlation between the emotion and the akumatized result. Gabe should want their miraculouses but apparently the akuma is just trying to play with them through the city? Why sneaking behind? Why attacking CN at random and then going around? Why staying in Notre Dame and just make noise in the beginning? Second, the yoyo is doing all the work, God forbid Mari learns how to use it. Just make the yoyo do the job and LB is just there like a sack of potatoes. Everything is so random.

-

Who needs heroes when you can crush the akumatized person with a train, right?? Also that poor akuma got fried to death just to make the batman symbol.

-

He keeps making fun of her, treat her like an inferior but he's in love?? I'm face palming hard right now. Also, a fucking God of destruction apparently has a digestive system he can't control. Nice. Really really nice. So funny. Ha ha. 😑

-

He really went for that disney villain vibe..

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I NEED a figurine of them on the moon.

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I am weak for Ladynoir, ok? Ok. Don't care much about the song but how they interact now it's adorable. They're dancing. My poor heart. 😭

-

Really, hawkmoth decided to become batman.

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And now he's a Jedi, ladies and gentlemen!

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Oh, the flying superman shot was really missing now.

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Physically and canonically everything doesn't make any sense but okay. God feels like a fanfiction.

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Show Gabe would have laughed maniacally and grabbed that ring without any second thought. Oh well.. This is anticlimactic.

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So.. Are we finally going to see a lucky charm at the end of the movie ooooor... Nope, just some dust and Elsa building skills.

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NOT EVEN THE KISS??? YOU DIDN'T EVEN GIVE US THE KISS??? YOU REALLY WANT TO MAKE A SEQUEL OF THIS?? Like what, Mayura and the other 3 heroes? Oh for God sake. I would prefer this investment in the quality of the show animation than in this.