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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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A Road to Somewhere, Chapter 3 (Adore Delaska) - Puppy

Chapter Summary: Adore meets up with the infamous Grand Witch and finally gets that job! But at what costs?

A/N: Happy belated Halloween and Samhain to all who celebrate. It’s Halloween when I’m submitting this my time, but it’ll be November when it gets posted. I figured the sentiment was still nice. Anyway, I figured a good thing to ring in the holiday was yet another story of spirits and witches.

This chapter is surprisingly longer than I thought it was going to be, but it was still nice to write. Thanks again to @chaoticnachokitten and @thackeryisatop for beta-ing.

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

TW: emotional abuse.

Adore found herself in a smaller storage room; it was probably a loading dock in the past. She passed by a small sink with a towel on a hanger. It was probably Raja’s whenever they decided to leave their post. Wrapped boxes and jars still had tags on them, and there were a few planks of wood and coils of rope neatly placed nearby. She didn’t have much time to take everything in though; there was somewhere she needed to be sooner than later.

Rio knew what she was doing; she looked like she went through this route for years. “The Grand Witch lives way up at the top, in the back of the house.” She said, beckoning the human to follow her down this path.

Following suit, she was led to an entrance marked by large moving gears. Adore looked up, admiring the mechanisms for a short second. There was a myriad of pulley systems, presumably enchanted as well, that made her severely underestimate how tall and large the bathhouse really was. It seemed endless, but perhaps that was the point. Not everyone could visit a witch who claimed to have such high esteem. Two elevators moved along the wires: two metal cabinets labelled on the outside. She didn’t have too much time to wonder about that, though.

“Get over here! We don’t have all night.”

“Coming!” Adore shook herself out of her state of awe and ran into another elevator where her guide was. It was a smaller wooden lift that didn’t have a door or proper walls, but it was made up for it being surrounded mainly by stone. There wasn’t any risk of her falling out any time soon. The redhead clung to the back wall (more like the back piece of plywood, if she could be more accurate), staring as it went farther up the bathhouse.

“You wanna lose your nose, kid?” She was pulled back by Rio’s forceful grip, and she thus threw her arms around the older spirit. “Hey, what are you doing?!“ Rio questioned.

"Aaaah! Sorry,” Adore answered, backing away from the older woman.

The elevator passed through many floors, and the human couldn’t keep track of what was going on on each one. They all reeked of opulence; this witch practically owned everything. The railings and beams supporting the house were made of cherry red wood with ornate gold carvings. The hardwood floors were barely even noticeable from the amount of workers who were there. She could never really tell how many of them were on said floor since they all blurred together. Some were carrying trays of food, or were they herbal soaks? Maybe some were pushing a dolly of some substance. The world was passing right before her eyes; plus her view was partly obscured by Rio’s body, hiding her from any suspicion.

The lift eventually stopped, letting Rio and Adore off on a higher floor. They faced a hallway of painted floral walls. Empty woven containers rested on yet another wall; they almost looked like birdhouses, but could easily be taken apart to build a nest of sorts. Above the walls, were small golden plates, also painted with flower arrangements. This witch must really like her flowers, Adore pondered as she started skipping on the hardwood. She didn’t have time to take in every little detail; hopefully her new motions would make her go faster. The loudest sounds the two could hear were their own footsteps. “So…” she attempted to start some conversation, “how long have you been here?”

“Hell if I know.” Rio continued, wanting to bash her head into one of those walls. Being part of an escort mission was the last thing she wanted to do today. “And watch your volume. The point of this is not to get discovered, remember?”

The human covered her mouth for a bit as they passed by chefs in dark, cone shaped hats and face masks preparing a kind of banquet. Some ladled soup into small red bowls while others placed cherry tomatoes in black bowls. There were off-handed comments and complaints about how it wasn’t spicy enough or how it was going to get cold before they could serve it. Adore nearly wanted to dive into the buffet for whatever she liked, but she found herself turning the corner and into yet another elevator. Thankfully, they were able to make it in before it closed, and before the woman who exited noticed their presence.

“We’re about halfway there. Just… stay close, y’hear?” The woman with the raccoon-like eyes pulled down a lever and up they went.

“Uh… party.” She smiled awkwardly and retreated to the back of the lift. This elevator was a little different as one part of the back wall wasn’t solid stone. It acted as a window to another part of the house. It looked like a series of tubs with guests destressing in its waters, but she couldn’t make out many details. Her vision was shrouded with a blanket of steam. Before she could take in anything more, the elevator stopped on another floor. The two of them were not as lucky this time.

A rather large patron was standing in front of them. From further inspection, he seemed furry with two large tusk-like appendages dangling from his face.The only articles of clothing that it wore were a large red bowl for a hat and an equally red loincloth on his torso. He looked at the worker and the invasive human pensively. Rio’s face grimaced at the sight of another spirit who desired to use the lift.

“Welcome…” Rio gasped and forced a toothy smile on her face as Adore slinked behind her. “What can I do for you?” The radish spirit didn’t really respond; he grumbled as he slowly pointed a finger upwards. “I’m sorry, sir. This elevator is out of service. Can’t go any higher. Have to take another one.” She maintained that smile as she walked out of the elevator. As soon she couldn’t see the spirit, her smile dropped. “Glad that’s taken care of,” she whispered when she was out of earshot. As they continued on, Adore swore she heard footsteps, but didn’t want to say anything just yet.

The two made their way onto an arched bridge, and it was then the redhead was starstruck by the interior of the bathhouse. The floral patterning was not confined to that one hallway, as it seemed to decorate many other parts of that floor. She looked down, getting a better glimpse of what she saw on the elevator ride. There definitely was a series of tubs, and she could make out some of the figures on that bottom floor.

The ducks from earlier fit in one of the larger tubs, but there were more than she had seen before. Did they multiply like gremlins? Never mind that; there were more interesting sights than large ducks overflowing a pool. A worker in a blue kimono gave an antlered spirit a massage, while two others were filing some oblong entity’s nails. They massaged and pampered these creatures to their heart’s content.

As soon as the two stepped off the bridge, the two women turned a corner. Adore looked back, the radish spirit leering back at them from where they just left. “Rio, I think he’s following us…” She whispered, pulling at Rio’s free arm.

“Quit gawking. It’s rude.”

The human quickly whipped her head back forward and sooner than later they found themselves in front of an elevator. Rio pressed the button as Adore squished herself between the corner and the spirit in front of her. The radish spirit finally caught up to them, staring at the door in earnest; his undulating chest directly in Rio’s line of sight. Anyone around him could hear his breathing. She closed her eyes and turned her head the other way. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to rest. The elevator doors opened, but it wasn’t full, much to her surprise.

Three monsters in fluffy white bathrobes stepped out of the elevator with a frog-like worker following behind them, escorting them to their rooms. He wore a white and blue version of what Rio was wearing and was about as tall as her too. The frogman stopped his conversation, sniffing his nose as he turned around looking his coworker dead in the eyes. “Rio!” He barked.

Surprised, and annoyed at being discovered, she pushed Adore into the elevator and plastered that retail smile back on her face. “What is it?” she asked through gritted teeth. The radish spirit followed the young girl into the elevator, clearly not aware of her existence. Or perhaps he was and he refused to say anything about the intruder’s presence.

“What’s that smell?” The frogman sniffed his nose again and widened his eyes, “Aha! A human! You reek of human!” Adore turned her head and sniffed herself; was her odor that strong? Yes, she hadn’t showered since the morning, but not everyone needed to point it out.

“Never would have guessed.” Rio retorted.

“You’re hiding something, aren’t you? Come on! Spill!”

The woman reached into her pocket and pulled out the newt Raja had given her. “Is this what you’re looking for?” She dangled it in front of his face.

The frog’s mouth watered at the sight of it, moaning out of hunger. “Give me that!”

His attempt was thwarted by Rio pulling it out of his grasp. “Well, I was gonna share this with the other girls. But since you asked so nicely…”

“Please? At least a leg! Just a leg will do!”

She kept pulling the newt farther and farther away, sometimes shifting her position to get it out of the man’s grasp. “If you wanna go up,” Rio instructed, “just pull the lever on the right.” Adore gave a thumbs up from her currently cramped state and managed to pull the lever from the ends of her fingertips. The last thing she saw before the doors finally closed was her guide popping the roasted lizard into her mouth, as one final act of spite.

The elevator ride was a little uncomfortable; one could easily cut the awkward tension with a butterknife. Adore took it upon herself to study more of her companion’s appearance. He had curly green hair… or was it leaves. He was called the “radish spirit”, so was he one? Or did he just look like one. Hell, this isn’t the strangest shit I’ve seen today… She pondered as she stopped herself from paying attention to the radish spirit’s dad bod.

The first floor the lift stopped at wasn’t the floor she needed to be. It was mostly empty hallways with pairs of sandals neatly decorating the hardwood. There were many shadows behind a series of patterned changing screens. Was this some sort of sleeping arrangements? Before Adore could think about exploring the place, the radish spirit realized this wasn’t the floor he was looking for, pulling the lever yet again. The human huffed a complaint. On the other hand, there wasn’t any time to explore; she had somewhere important to be.

After the awkward detour, the elevator finally stopped at the first floor. They both stepped out and scanned the area. If the scenery of the bathhouse didn’t stun her enough, then this top floor definitely did. This floor screamed wealth and was even more opulent than the floors she traversed earlier. Instead of the hardwood, the two were standing on some sort of marble with other colored tiles neatly placed in pretty patterns. Surrounding the middle sat large expensive vases accentuated by architecture embossed with more floral patterns. Adore let out a breath she never realized she held as her widened eyes soaked in all of the intricacies. The radish spirit stepped back into the elevator, bowing to her before the doors closed.

She quickly bowed back and was alone yet again. She wearily walked down the hall, her breath loud and her shoulders practically to her ears. The girl nearly flinched as she heard the echoes of her own footsteps. I should have asked Lask before this shit happened… she thought, playing with her sleeves. This needed to be over with soon. How hard could getting a job be? She stopped at a small staircase and looked up.

Two bright red doors stood before her underneath a bird-like crest embossed with the symbol she saw earlier that day. There was something off about the right door, though. As she approached that door, she took careful watch of the knocker. It was engraved with the face of a woman, but not just any woman. She seemed to be the bird woman who patrolled when she first met Lask. Come to think of it, the crest looked vaguely familiar too, but that had to be a coincidence. Adore grabbed the handle and started to pull, but she was quickly stopped by an unseen voice.

“Well, aren’t you going to knock?”

She flinched back as if she had just touched a hot iron.

“Gods, you’re honestly the most pathetic thing I’ve seen all day!” The voice continued. She sounded mature for her age. Was that the Grand Witch she had been looking for? After insulting the human, whoever was speaking must have made a decision to pity her. The door opened by itself, revealing more doors that opened in sync. The hallway that stood before Adore was fascinating. There was a small chandelier in every little intersection, like every hallway in front of her had been Xeroxed multiple times. “Don’t be shy, you can come in.”

No matter how inviting the woman sounded, the human was still starstruck. She shook and clung to her shirt, but not out of fear. Or at least that was what Adore wanted to believe. She was thirteen; she shouldn’t be afraid of things anymore, or at least things as silly as a jumpscare.

“I said, come IN.” Adore felt something slowly tugging at the front of her shirt. She pulled back, but she stopped for a bit. The tugging quickly came back, grabbing at the collar and yanking her down the hallway at an impeccable speed, about the same speed when she tripped on the stairs. Doors seemed to close as soon as she entered them, and as soon as there weren’t any more doors, the force sharply turned its subject around the corner. She barely had any time to take in any more intricate patterns. For all she knew, she was floating across a sea of garnet and gold. The invisible grip let her go as soon as she went through a last set of doors, throwing her down and letting her fall face first into the patterned red carpet.

Sitting herself back up, the human caught her breath, tempted to hop on one of the two plush red armchairs that surrounded her. The fireplace crackled, causing Adore to jump a little bit. She looked around the room a little more until she caught the gaze of a woman working at her desk. If she was the Grand Witch Visage, she wasn’t like anything the girl was expecting. The woman was a lot younger than she first expected, but not too young. She seemed practically old enough to be her mother… or at least a mother. She had well-defined cheekbones and a sharp chin. Her dark hair was up in a tight bun, while the top of her chest practically spilled out of her dress as she was working on some sort of paperwork. Her bony fingers picked up the pen and continued her writing. “Oh good, you didn’t break anything,” she barely noticed the human in front of her. Then again, the room always had a thin layer of smoke surrounding everything. “That’s more than I expected from you.”

The human brushed off her shorts and cautiously approached the woman. “Hey…umm… Please give me a job.” The witch simply stared at her for a split second, then returned to her work. With every movement of the pen, she felt something strange. Adore attempted to speak again, but as soon as she took a breath, her mouth was slowly closing, like some invisible seamstress sewed her lips together. Upon that realization, she quickly panicked, trying to force her mouth back open with as much force her fingers could allow, but it was merely in vain. Brute strength was nothing against a witch’s spell.

“There… much better,” Michelle smirked, continuing her work and avoiding eye contact with the shaken human. “You open your mouth for one second and you’ve already said too much. Especially with that request of yours. Get you a job… This isn’t the place for a human. This is a bathhouse, where eight million spirits can rest their bones.” She placed a small bag of gold in a coin box with her free hand as she continued her rant. The witch stopped for a moment and set her pen down, picking up a long cigarette in its holder instead. She twiddled it around, clinking with the many rings adorning her fingers. She then stopped and stared directly at Adore. “Your mother had some nerve, didn’t she?”

Adore’s brow furrowed; anger started coming to her in a slow boil. If circumstances were normal, she would be throwing a punch towards the woman’s direction, or she’d pull out a knife. However, all she could do was just stand there and take this beatdown.

“Now my customers are hungry and it’s all her fault. It’s a good thing in time that she’ll be next on the menu.” Michelle continued, her voice dripping with venomous honey. “Wait a second,” she lit the cigarette with her fingers and took a drag , blowing some smoke in the human’s general direction. “It’s not entirely her fault… It was yours!” Her jaw would have been on the floor by now. “You could’ve stopped her. You could have even avoided entering this realm… but you didn’t. And now you can’t go home! Now what do you have to say about that?”

As expected, there was only muffled nonsense coming from the human’s mouth. Adore was practically shaking at this point: mostly out of fear and panic. Neither of them could have known that this land was sacred. Logically, it couldn’t be her fault, but why was she believing it? Was that… monster just that persuasive?

“Just as I thought…” She tapped at the holder, a few ashes piled onto the table. “You’d make a good piglet. It fits with that body of yours… or maybe a lump of coal. That way you’ll be useful for once…” The Grand Witch laughed seeing the human’s now frazzled state, blowing another cloud of smoke. “You’re trembling… Actually, I’m impressed you made it this far,” she spoke with a twinge of sincerity, “but I know you couldn’t have done it alone. Someone had to have helped you.” She slowed down her speech slightly as if she was talking down to a child. Then again, for all she knew Adore could have been a young child; Michelle stopped caring about age a long time ago.“All… you have.. to do… is tell me… who… it… was….”

Adore let out a heavy breath when the witch finally broke the enchantment on her lips. She balled her fists. “I just want a job here.”

“Again with this, aren’t you done with th-”

“PLEASE! I JUST WANT A FUCKIN’ JOB, GODDAMMIT!”

“SHUT UP!” This angered the witch further as the pile of paperwork began to flutter around her as she tensed up. Shortly afterwards, she shot herself into the air and knocked her things off the desk. Michelle Visage landed directly in front of Adore, intimidating the teen. She forced her to make eye contact, towering her body over her. “Why should I hire you?! Anybody with half a brain can see that you’re a whiny, foul-mouthed, lazy, spoiled crybaby. And stupid to boot.” Her long nails dug into the girl’s chest with every insult. “There’s nothing here for you. This is a HIGH CLASS business, and I have all the lazy bums I need.” She then moved behind the frightened woman. “Or maybe… you’d like the nastiest job I’ve got, and work

you until you breathe your very last breath. How does that sound?” The witch asked, walking her fingers along Adore’s arm until they reached her neck. As she was about to apply more pressure, the room began to violently shake.

The contents of her desk, plus a candelabra atop the fireplace, crashed onto the carpet. Michelle stopped and stood back as she heard the cries of a child from within the room. Momentarily forgetting about the human nuisance, she rushed to the other side where she was met by splinters from the door nearing her face. “Stop that,” her voice showed genuine concern and passion as she poked her head in through the door hole. “What’s the matter, baby?” She was met with a large foot kicking her face. Chunks of green painted wood ended up in her bun. “It’s okay… Mama’s here…” After attending to her child’s needs, she turned back to the human, her demeanor turning 180 degrees. “What are you still doing? Can’t you tell this is a private moment?”

“YES, BUT I WANT A JOB. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?” Adore yelled over the various other sounds in the room.

“Be quiet! You’re scaring the baby!” She turned back towards her child, continuing her baby voice. “Hi, sweetie. She’ll be gone soon enough. Don’t be mad.

“I’ll leave your office if you give me a job.” She smirked, not moving an inch..

Michelle sighed, comforting the baby one last time. “It’s okay.. Mommy will be with you in a bit.” As she entered, the contents that had been knocked over slowly floated back to their respective places. Adore waited for the business to be over with, tapping her foot impatiently. She knew she won in this situation. Her mom was gonna be saved soon enough. How bad could this be?

The witch returned, pulling planks out of her hair as a pen and empty piece of parchment found Adore’s hands. “That’s your contract,” Michelle explained as she returned to her desk, “just sign your name, and I’ll put you to work. And if I hear one little complaint out of you, you’ll be joining your family in the pigpen.”

She nodded in response and stared at the contract, squinting her eyes to see if there was anything funny about it. If there were any added things about turning her anyway, she was going to be more than disappointed. This girl didn’t care if she was a middle-aged woman, she’d punch the living daylights out of her. “So… I just sign?”

“Yes,” Michelle responded.

“Right there?”

“Yes! Quit wasting time. It’s almost like you don’t want this job with how you’re dilly-dallying…” Upon that remark, Adore kneeled down to find a flat surface to sign. “I can’t believe I took that oath. ‘Give a job to anyone who asks’…” Michelle mocked as she fixed a crooked lampshade and turned on that light. “She should be lucky I’m so nice… Are you done there?” As soon as Adore lifted the pen from the parchment, it flew into Michelle’s hands. “Perfect. So, you’re Adore Delano, yes?”

She nodded her head.

“Lovely name for someone like you.” The witch placed a hand over the paper. The human could only gasp as she saw what happened next. Most of the letters from her signature floated from the paper and into Visage’s open fist. She grasped the letters as a smirk stretched across her name. “From now on, your name is Red… You understand that? That’s easy enough to remember, right? You’re Red now. Answer me, Red!”

The sudden change in tone made Ado- Red jump in her place. “Y-yes ma’am…” For the first time that day, she hesitated. She straightened her posture and held her arms closer together, holding back things she shouldn’t be feeling until a familiar voice made her happier.

“You called for me?” Lask had entered the witch’s quarters seemingly unnoticed. Red wondered how much of the interaction she had seen.

“Yes,” the Grand Witch responded, “this child is starting work as of now. Set her up with a job.”

The other spirit nodded her head, turning to the human with a solemn look on her face. “What’s your name?”

Red quietly gasped. You know me… why are you acting like a narc, lady? She wanted to say that, but she had her life and humanity on the line. “It’s Ad-” She stopped herself mid-sentence. “Red. It’s Red.”

A moment of silence broke between the two old friends… or were they ever friends. “Follow me then.” Lask commanded for the newest hire to follow. They kept the silence as they walked down the halls again.

As they entered the elevator, the silence still continued. The human’s puppy dog eyes brightened. They were alone now! Things could get back to how they were. She then broke the eyes “Lask! I am so fuckin’ happy to se-”

“Don’t talk to me unless it’s something important.” Those words lashed at Red. “And address me as Madame Lask.”

Red refused to say anything more as she slumped along one of the lift’s walls. This ride somehow felt longer than all of the other ones.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #alaska thunderfuck #bianca del rio #michelle visage #adore delaska #supernatural au #spirited away au #lesbian au #a road to somewhere #puppy #tw emotional abuse #concrit welcome

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pyropelove413 · 5 years ago

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tumblr ate this the first time fingers crossed it goes through

Tagged by @raja-kaan!! Thank you <3

Nickname(s): Tz mostly nowadays, sometimes Rez; Zach is an old one I don't use much anymore but that I'll still answer to <3

Gender: Somewhere on the non-binary spectrum what even is gender??

Astrology Sign: Libra!

Sexuality: Ace! Also maybe somewhere on the aro spectrum, probably pan??

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw!

Favorite Animal(s): Cats! Also raccoons and foxes <3

Number Of Blanket(s): Just one!

Where I Am From: Florida!

Dream Trip: I'd love to go to Japan <3

When I Started This Account: Back in 2013 I believe?? It's been so long omg

Tagging: @puppymabel99, @empoleon, @trashthatyoucannevergetridof, @rennalemma, aaand whoever else wants to <3

#tz talks #dont gotta if you dont want to of course!#thank you again for the tag!#raja-kaan #things #about

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valdrift · 5 years ago

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Favourite animal/pet(s) of your characters?

ophelia: shes just an animal person in general and loves all of em, even things ppl usually find gross like bugs n stuff. her fav animals are deer, chickens, and raccoons!! she has a small flock of chickens back in her hometown :>

marcie: DOGS (ha ha funny joke bc shes a werewolf) but srsly she rlly likes dogs bc theyre fun and loud (like her!) and she likes big tough breeds like dobermans, rottweilers, and pittbulls the best

damien: birds, specifically corvids. he thinks its super cool how intelligent they are and hes interested in bird anatomy and stuff (like their wings, skeletal structure, etc). hes friends with the local crows in his neighborhood

raja: biggest cat person youll ever see. spoils his cat and treats her like his own daughter. watches cat videos and cries about it when hes drunk. definitely owns that cat hoodie with cat ears and a big pocket to carry your cat in.

rose: not an animal person bc they dont rlly care and also animals just Dont like them. they think snakes are cool but thats about it.

dante: tortoises are up there bc Obviously his baby reggie is the best. of course. he also likes sheep bc theyre kinda dumb and he thinks theyre cute and funny!! hes got a ram tattoo somewhere :thinking:

#dahlia isnt on here bc she has bigger things to think abt than what her fav animal is u-u #oc tag #subw00f3r

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yumeka36 · 7 years ago

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Since this screenshot from Wreck-It Ralph 2 was officially released today and Disney fans are going crazy, I wanted to describe it as much as I can since the whole scene was shown at two panels at D23 Expo last year and I was one of the lucky ones who got to see it (note that this was about a year ago so I apologize for not remembering some details!) The entire scene is refreshing self-aware for Disney, so it’s really funny XD

-While traversing the Internet, Vanellope goes to a Disney fan site (I think it’s Oh My Disney) where she accidentally ends up in the middle of the princesses’ chamber room

-All the official Disney princesses are in the scene, so others like Ariel and Merida are present even though they’re not in this particular shot

-Merida was talking to Vanellope in an (exaggerated) Scottish accent, and then Vanellope whispers to the others that she can't understand her, and one of the princesses (I think it was Rapunzel) says "yeah, we can't understand her either, she's from the other studio!"

-When something about Vanellope not having one or more parents comes up (don’t remember exactly) all the appropriate princesses chime in, “Neither do we!”

-Vanellope gets the princesses to try casual clothes like she wears, and they end up liking it and confessing about how they're not as “perfect” as they seem: for example, Jasmine confesses that she's allergic to cats despite always cuddling her tiger Raja (she then proceeds to take a puff of her inhaler!)

-Anna and/or Elsa (don’t remember if it was one or both of them) say “Wait, what?”

-Ariel sings a little bit

-Meeko (Pocahontas’ raccoon) acts vicious towards Vanellope for some reason

-When they first see Vanellope, the princesses ask her if she has any special traits that would make her a “princess” such as singing, talking to animals, magic hair, magic hands (Elsa asks this as she whips up a little ice in her hands XD)

-I think the reason Pocahontas is mad is because Cinderella is taking the leaves out of her hair (she wants them there!)

-C-3PO is apparently in charge of the princesses' appearances in the Disney site, and they tease him by calling him names of other droids (R2D2 and BB08)

@justlookatthosesausages @disney-rapunzel-merida-vanellope @carrieasagiri @super-mam-te-moc Thought you guys would be interested in this (though you might know the details of this scene already from other sources)

#wreck it ralph #ralph breaks the internet #disney #disney princess #frozen #tangled #cinderella #merida #pocahontas #sleeping beauty #snow white #Queen Elsa #Princess Anna #princess and the frog #beauty and the beast

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cherrio-krispz · 8 months ago

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I shouldn’t make another drawing

#stacking up these art projects again🔥🔥🔥🔥#raja #raja raccoon #raccoon dog

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cowkinz · 7 years ago

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all 33 of my webkinz and their names as of 03/30/2018

these are not actually in the order of adoption

Leopard: Lollipop Leopard

Cow: Molly Moo Cow

Tiger Snake: Cinamin

Raccoon: Snowflake

Lil’kinz Mouse: Sniffles

Lil’kinz Black & White Cheeky Dog: Patches

Toco Toucan: Polly

Manatee: Barbara

Hippo: Claire

Pink & White Dog: Charlie

Norther Trails Stag: Daidarabotchi (online only)

Caterpillar: Geri

White Terrier: Jessica

Pegasus: Paris

Dwarf Antelope: Raja (online only)

Signature Beagle: Rosie

Dreamy Sheep: Sugarplum

Candy Googles: Sweet Pea

Rockerz Horse: Tracey Martell

Lil’kinz Golden Retriever: Fleabag

Icy Mist Leopard: Leo

Cheeky Monkey: Cookie

White Googles: Lula

Chicken: Ricky

Koala: Natalie

Lil’kinz Panda: Bella

Froo Froo Fox: Debra

Jolly Holiday Puppy: Bud (online only)

Jolly Holiday Puppy: Peppermint (online only)

Jolly Holiday Puppy: Drew (online only)

Jolly Holiday Puppy: Poinsettia (online only)

Colour Block Monkey: Roseart

Lil’kinz Unicorn: Ophelia

#my texts posts

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awkwardgaydude · 5 years ago

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If Jasmine can have Raja and Pocahontas can have the raccoon then where is Mushu dammit????

the original four princesses of color in ralph breaks the internet

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rainbowssims · 7 years ago

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Disney Berry Rainbowcy Challenge Mashup

Hi! You’ve probably heard of and love the Disney Princess Legacy Challenge, and maybe even a Berry Rainbowcy? Well,if you like those, you’ve come to the right place, this is the Disney Berry Rainbowcy. This is a mashup of the two challenges, along with some changes and additions. I will admit, I made this a little more difficult than it should be, however, you are allowed to change this in any way you want to suit your capabilities. This is set up to be a 17 (Eventually more) Generation challenge, but you may lower it however you feel fit. I hope you enjoy!

Guidelines:

1: No cheating except for resetting sims, or story progression mods such as MCCC

2: Paint/Photograph the heir for each generation and hang it in the house. Each Generation must max the painting skill.

3: You may lock/unlock sections of the house for certain sims to match the generation. (Rapunzel can only access the tower for example)

4: You do not have to do all of the generations, nor do you have to do all of them in order.

5: If you don’t have a feature because of a pack, replace it with a closely relating feature. I will also have a second option that is base game for any of the things that are from a pack

6: All generations are allowed to be any gender except Snow White

7: You may skip the Baby stage if you’d like.

8: Play on any life length, Normal or Long are recommended.

9: Move out extra children when new generations start, into a new household

10: Every generation needs to complete their aspiration, and a skill, none require a maxed career.

11: The heir is always the last born child

12: When moving in a spouse you may not take in any money (use the “money _____” cheat to set your money back)

13: As this is a berry rainbowcy, it will be virtually impossible without Berry CC,

@noodlescc makes amazing CC made specifically for Berry Sims, and she is the resource I’m using for my own game.

Building:

Move into the largest lot you own, (50x50/64x64) and bulldoze. Build whatever you need with your remaining money. I recommend to make your house into a castle or a medieval house over time to fit the theme, of course this is optional. You must remain in this lot for the remainder of the challenge, so make it pretty!!

Generations:

Generation 1: Snow White

White, Pink Spouse

Founders have humble beginnings, so what's better than Snow White? To start, create Snow White. When Snow White moves into the biggest lot available, this story begins.

Super Parent (Big Happy Family) Creative, Music Lover, Perfectionist

Must be female

Paint/Collect/Photograph/etc for money, no real job

Each child must have the same baby daddy (Pink)

Marry the father and move in together if desired

Each child and teen must get an A in school to age up*

Snow may never answer the door to strangers or talk to elderly women

-Must have 7 children (dwarfs)

-Each child must have one bad trait (e.g Gloomy)

*This generation only

Generation 2: Cinderella

Pink, Peach Spouse

Although you had six brothers and sisters, you always did the cooking and cleaning. Yet, somehow you loved it, as it transported you away from your chaotic home life. When Cinderella becomes a teenager, this story begins

Soulmate Good, Neat, Glutton

Must clean every mess, cook every meal, and repair every object

Master Handiness

(Optional) Meet Spouse in a public lot

May not marry until mother dies (This does not have to be of old age, but it may not be cheated)

Have a maximum of 3 children

Generation 3: Tiana

Peach, Pale Orange Spouse

Your family has barely accomplished anything over the past two generations, and you're here to change that. This story begins when Tiana becomes a YA.

Master Chef Ambitious, Foodie, Cheerful

Father must die before end of YA

Master Baking (Cooking) and Piano Skill

Culinary Career or Run a Restaurant that becomes 5 stars before her death (Dine Out)

Complete the Frog Collection

Must marry an alien (sim with green if you don’t have aliens (This can be hair or eyes))

Have kids

Generation 4: Aurora

Pale Orange, Pale Yellow Spouse

Thanks to your mother's hard work, you have everything you always wanted in life, apart from love. Your father was overprotective of you, and rarely let you out of the house. This story begins when Aurora becomes a YA.

Soulmate Lazy, Romantic, Self-Assured

May only have 3 or less friends. (Family can count if you wish)

Critic Career (Business if no City Living)

Master Charisma

Must attend/throw only one party in their life

Must meet future spouse at night while parents are asleep

Elope, a wedding won’t count as your one party

Have a maximum of 2 children - (twin girls are preferred if playing Anna or Elsa next)

Generation 5: Anna*

Pale Yellow, Pale Green Spouse

Your sister locked you away and you never knew why. As toddlers, you were the best of friends but now all you have are dreams. When Anna is a child, this story begins.

Big Happy Family Good, Goofball, Non-Committal

Lose all contact with your sister until YA

Parents die before YA (drown)

Detective (Entertainer) Career

Master Comedy

Find love with a criminal

Experience near death at the hands of your lover

Find someone new after becoming BFFs with your sister

Marry, have one child

*See end for the alternative of Elsa

Generation 6: Rapunzel

Pale Green, Teal Spouse

Your mother never trusted you or the outside world. You never knew of her past, and never wanted to. All you ever got was solitude, but that didn't matter. When Rapunzel is a teenager this story begins.

Painter Extraordinaire Loner, Art Lover, Loves Outdoors

Must reach at least level 8 painting before YA

Paint for money

Paint 5 Murals in the house (Ignore if no City Living)

Live in a tower added onto the house until YA

Despise mother

Spouse is a criminal and has the jealous trait

May only ever leave the house for school

May never have friends until wedding

Elope, have kids

Generation 7: Belle

Teal, Pale Blue Spouse

You always loved books and visited the library often. You never cared for looks, just beauty within. Everyone wanted you, but you turned them all down. You wanted to chose your own destiny. When Belle becomes a YA, this story begins.

Renaissance Sim Bookworm, Music Lover, Loner

Date at least 5 men

Visit the library weekly

Write Books/Garden for money

Master Writing or Gardening

Meet the man of your dreams - an ugly Sim

Marry, have kids

Your spouse becomes beautiful (Changed in CAS) after first born child

Generation 8: Mulan

Pale Blue, Lavender Spouse

Your parents always wanted you to bring fortune back to the family and marry someone of high status, but you didn't dream of love, you dreamed of glory. When Mulan becomes a YA this story begins

Nerd Brain Active, Self-Assured, Hot-Headed

Exercise every day

Athletic career

Master Fitness or Wellness

Fall in love with a co-worker once you reach the top of the career choice

Marry, have kids

Generation 9: Jasmine

Lavender, Dark Pink Spouse

You hated being rich and living like a princess. You find comfort in Raja, but nowhere else. All your father wants is for you to marry rich, but you want a life without riches. Your mother trained you well to become an amazing hand-to-hand combatant. When Jasmine becomes a teenager this story begins.

Soulmate Dog Lover (Good), Cheerful, Clumsy

Have a best friend (Raja)(Preferably a pet)

You cannot leave the house unless it is for school

Master Veterinarian (Logic) skill

Must marry a poor street rat

Lover must be in the criminal career

Have a maximum of 4 children

Generation 10: Merida

Dark Pink, Red Spouse

You always wondered why your mother gave up her riches for a poor boy. Your adventures lead you into trouble, and you were nearly always grounded. When Merida becomes a teenager this story begins.

Successful Lineage Kleptomaniac, Family Oriented, Active

Lose your siblings and mother in an unfortunate accident

Seek out a way to change the past but fail

Make an enemy then kill them

Steal for money

Master Mischief

Marry as an Adult

Have children, all dressed and named as a different color in order of the rainbow (Kinda weird, but it’s representing the mermaids)

Generation 11: Ariel

Red, Orange Spouse

You've always loved the water and dreamed of becoming a mermaid. Sadly, this never came true but you did find the man of your dreams, and that was good enough. When Ariel becomes a teenager this story begins.

Musical Genius Loves Outdoors, Music Lover, Good

Must own a pool and swim in it everyday

Collect as a teen, Home Musician as an Adult

Make an enemy with Ursula

Master Singing skill and an instrument (Piano, Guitar, Pipe Organ, Violin)

Meet your spouse while your father is at work

Must marry a beautiful Sim with at least one trait the same as your own

Have kids

Generation 12: Pocahontas

Orange, Banilla-Yellow Spouse

You come from different worlds, yet the love of your life is forbidden by your family. When Pocahontas becomes a teenager this story begins.

Friend of the Animals (Freelance Botanist) Loves Outdoors, Good, Self-Assured

Fall in love with a "different" kind of Sim, (Human-skinned, Green Eyes/Hair Sim)

Marry that "different" kind of Sim.

Adopt/Create a Raccoon (Ignore if Cats&Dogs is not owned)

Home Gardener for money

Master Pet Training(ignore if no Cats&Dogs) and Gardening

Have a maximum of 4 kids, heir must Have a Yellow feature, not including skin

Generation 13: Alice In Wonderland

Yellow, Green Spouse

You always thought you were different. You were out with your sister when your life changed forever after a white rabbit ran past you. When Alice becomes a teen, this story begins.

Friend of the World

Insane, Bookworm, Lazy

Fall in love with a sim older than you (e.g Alice is a YA, Marry an Adult)

Own 4 Cats, a Cheshire Cat, a white “rabbit”, an elder “rabbit”, and a “mouse” (Ignore if no Cats&Dogs)

Spouse must be insane and poor

Make a basement (aka Wonderland) and live there for this generation

Social Media (Writer if no City Living) Career

Master Writing

Drink tea every day with your spouse

Have at least 2 children, 1 must have the insane trait

Generation 14: Moana

Green, Blue Spouse

You grew up as the heir to a legacy, born to rule over others; however you want to explore and see the world. You know your choices make you who you are and you hope that one day they will show you the world. Starts when Moana becomes a teenager.

Curator Active, Loves Outdoors, Vegetarian

Have a close relationship with her Grandmother (who dies before Moana becomes a YA and before meeting Maui)

Meet Maui, a man with no living family or relations, who you become BFFs with. You then have to find/craft plumbite (the heart of Te Fiti) and when you give it to your enemy (Te Ka) you become friends with them.

Athletic Career or Home Gardener

Master Gardening or Fitness

Return home in glory. Marry Maui and have kids.

Generation 15: Megara

Blue, Purple Spouse

As a minion of Hades, your goal in life is to escape his clutches to continue your family line. When Megara becomes YA, this story begins.

Bestselling Author Self-Assured, Romantic, Genius

Date Hercules, an Active, and Goofball Sim

Move Hercules and Family directly into the household from CAS (You must make Hades(A Vampire if possible), and if you feel like it, Hercules’ parents)

Megara and Hercules may never marry until he has mastered fitness (or killed 3 sims)

While Hercules is doing his goals, Megara must live in a “dungeon” to represent her being trapped under Hades’ spell, she may not leave until Hercules is done, then Hercules must kill Hades (or cure him of vampirism)

Megara may paint/write while in the dungeon for money

Hercules must be in the Athletic Career

Hercules may be turned into a Vampire(if possible) when they marry

Have at least 2 girls

Generation 16: Nani Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch)

Purple, Pink Spouse

With your sister and her husband dead after a car crash, life around the house just isn’t the same anymore, taking care of your baby sister, Lilo Pelekai. Her story starts after “Lilo” is born and her parents die.

Big Happy Family Hot-Headed, Outgoing, Active

After her parents tragically die, you take Lilo into your care (adopt as care dependent)

Have a negative relationship with Lilo until teen, then become friends

Culinary Career

When Lilo is a child, adopt a strange blue dog (or an alien child without Cats&Dogs (or a human, blue-skinned child without Get to Work)) named Stitch

Raise Lilo as your own

Marry a waiter

Have 2 children

Generation 17: Tinkerbell

Pink, TBD

As a tiny fairy, you have to stay up in the world disregarding your size. When Tinkerbell becomes a YA, this story begins.

Friend of the world Jealous, Good, Loves Outdoors

Live in a glass tower

Meet as many children boys as you can

You maintain a garden

Complete the fossil or metal or crystal collection

Only have to Master Painting!

Have an enemy that dies from your spouse

Marry your highschool sweetheart

After married, have 3 children

Others:

Generation 5 (Alternate): Elsa (With Vampires)

Pale Yellow, Pale Green Spouse

Your parents always questioned where your powers came from. You were a quiet type after... the accident. All you wanted was to be alone, unable to harm anyone. When Elsa becomes a teenager, this story begins.

Good Vampire Loner, Good, Family Oriented

Must not talk to siblings until YA

Parents dead before YA

Master Vampire Lore (Logic)

Turn to a Vampire as a Teen, but cure yourself when first human child is born

Make no attachment to your children, stay isolated (optional)

Never marry and only have children until you get a human, lock away the vampires when they are teens (if you get any)

Generation 5 (Alternate): Elsa (Without Vampires)

Pale Yellow, Pale Green Spouse

Friend of the world Loner, Good, Family Oriented

Must not talk to siblings until YA

Parents dead before YA

Be different in some way

Master Logic

Scientist Career (Fun with the freeze ray!) or Business

Make no attachment to your children, stay isolated

Never marry and only have 3 children

#ts4 #ts4 legacy #berry sweet sims #berry sims #berrypastelrainbowcy #rainbowcy #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #disneyprincesslegacy #disney #princess #legacy #rainbowssims #dprainbowcy

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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What Happens At DragCon... (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Biadore shenanigans at DragCon, involving Roy hiding in plain sight (and fishnets and a thong) and Raja’s terrible timing.

Technically Roy is 150% busy with Jamie in London, but let’s pretend he managed to sneak away ;). Standalone from the Not Casual At All series, parallel but not strictly a part of it.

Anonymous prompts: 1) Roy dresses up in bad drag (so he can avoid being noticed) and visit’s Adore’s dragcon booth - up to you if she recognizes him immediately and what shennanigans they try to get up to without the fans knowing. 2) Biadore enjoy the fact attention’s off them at dragcon because everyone’s watching Branjie & take the opportunity to get frisky behind the scenes..

I’ve had a couple of requests on AO3 for a second part, and am trying to decide if it should be a backstage quickie before/after Adore’s runway performance, or full on hotel room smut. Let me know your opinions! -MAS

********

Getting through LAX incognito was easier said (texted? tweeted?) than done, particularly on this specific weekend.

Roy felt justifiably paranoid, peering around corners and keeping carefully non-descript, hiding in plain sight amongst the countless number of other men in slim fit suits with sleek carryons and garment bags. Instead of his usual baggy all-black ensemble, he’d traded the oversized hoody and skinny black camo pants for a blue button down and fitted dove grey blazer with dark wash jeans. Ditching the black-framed glasses was more difficult, but if contacts and hair gel were all it took to move through the crowds of eagle-eyed fans on the lookout for queens arriving…

Slipping on a pair of less conspicuous sleek Ray Bans, he hailed a taxi and directed it to his hotel for the weekend.

********

Groups of people wearing Alaska Thunderfuck t-shirts and bearing strings of Katya’s doll hands were all over the lobby, and avoiding being caught in the background of their numerous Instagram posts was exhausting.

There had been a dicey moment at the front desk, trying to complete check in as quickly and quietly as possible. Thankfully, the oblivious staff member’s cheerful, “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Haylock!” was lost in a fan’s excited scream on spotting Plastique on the sidewalk outside. Smiling tightly, he palmed the keycard and walked briskly towards the bank of elevators.

Traveling with one roll-on suitcase was itself a luxury. Roy so rarely went anywhere without having to bring Bianca’s bags or needing help loading luggage. Propping the suitcase on the coffee table, he checked his phone for missed notifications. There were the usual Instagram tags, but below he tapped on the message from “Pussyface”.

Miss you Willow. Wish you were here this weekend.

Smiling, he sent a string of lipstick kisses and a selfie strategically engineered to conceal any traces of his actual location.

Thirty seconds later, he added a very unsubtle shot of him cradling his half-hard dick, licking his lips when Adore sent back a row of middle fingers.

Roy cracked his knuckles, shucked off the blazer, and opened his suitcase.

He loaded a YouTube video just to check that his envisioned plan of attack was more or less accurate, comparing it with memories of what he’d observed in dressing rooms over the years.

Chuckling evilly, he sat in front of the mirror and set to work.

********

Roy blocked the outer half of his brows, waiting impatiently for them to dry. They felt odd that way, but doing a complete block and drawing them in their habitual position halfway up his forehead wouldn’t look right.

Concealing the shadow along his jaw took a bit longer, covered under a thick layer of foundation a few shades lighter than normal. He didn’t bother with any contouring on forehead and cheeks, instead concentrating on shrinking his nose down, changing its shape into something less narrow.

Frowning, he skipped over the well-used primary colors in his palette before setting it aside and digging back into the bag for a rarely-used case. The shimmering teal he applied around his eyes was as far from Bianca’s white and red-shaded smoke as possible. A little white went into the corners, closer to the scale a woman might actually use to highlight her eyes.

He reached into the box marked “eye pencils” for a mostly used up one, heating it with a hairdryer before smearing it thickly along upper and lower lids. Satisfied with the effect, liquid liner was next, drawing thick wings where Bianca’s raccoon shadow would normally be smudged. A single pair of lashes completed the eyes, and he practiced winking flirtatiously.

Nude lips were next. He studied the effect critically in the mirror (it called too much attention to his damnably distinguishing dimples) before reaching for a bright red. The lipstick was Adore’s, swept into his cases in a dressing room somewhere over the years and never quite returned. Exaggerating a pout, he skipped Bianca’s pronounced Cupid’s bow for a rounder shape.

Setting the makeup cases aside, he peered into the bottom half of the suitcase with a wicked grin.

Inside were items that would never be found in his or Bianca’s closet…but were awfully common among the fans descending on DragCon.

Bianca’s bottom half always started with tucking his exceedingly masculine bulge (“fucking huge dick”, according to Adore) followed by generous hip padding that extended well down Roy’s thighs to create curves and four pairs of tights.

Today, he didn’t bother tucking at all. Tossing the snug briefs aside, he unrolled a small bundle of fabric and pulled it on. The elastic bands hooked themselves over his hips and he adjusted himself, wiggling a few times until he was sure that there wouldn’t be any accidents. A pair of fishnets were next, unshaven legs on full display.

Simultaneously self-conscious and excited to step so far outside his usual comfort zone, Roy buttoned on a shredded pair of cutoff denim shorts (‘borrowed’ from Adore’s wardrobe a few weeks ago and apparently not missed either). The top rode well below the waistband of the tights, thong straps completely visible.

Biting his lip, he slipped on a crop top (also nabbed from Danny’s dresser) over his unpadded torso and a torn up Misfits t-shirt over it all. The holes showed off both the dusting of hair starting to grow back on his conspicuously flat chest, and the fact that he hadn’t bothered to shave under his arms - and wasn’t that an indulgence during Jamie.

Stepping up into shiny vinyl platform boots, he zipped them and examined himself in the mirror with a critical eye as the wig went on. Without Bianca’s usual base, the dark-rooted mermaid green hair settled into place slightly askew. He secured it with a handful of bobby pins, resisting the urge to detangle and blasting it with hairspray.

A spiked leather choker and enormous hoop earrings completed the look. Concentrating on softening his voice, he made eye contact with his reflection. A passable Adore cosplay stared back, and he grinned.

”Party.”

********

The DragCon floor felt vastly different amongst the crowds, not being escorted from place to place and no roar as a recognized queen. Instead, Roy melted into the sea of pink wigs, frilly crinolines, and ridiculous heels. There were dozens of others dressed as Adore, Trixie, Katya, and even a few Biancas that he had to give credit to for managing her face half-decently.

Most of the attention seemed to be focused on Brooke Lynn and Vanjie’s booths. He steered well clear, unsure whether Brooke Lynn’s sharp attention to detail would blow his surprisingly effective cover.

Adore’s line was one of the longer ones, and he could hear her laughter long before the pizza-printed backdrop came into view. Spinning a VIP badge, he slipped into line and kept his face nonchalantly turned towards the floor. He’d been complimented several times already on his “sick makeup”, which hadn’t required more than a smile in thanks, carefully controlled to avoid the dimples surfacing. The makeup changed the shape of his face, but there was no concealing his voice.

He reached the front of the line, maneuvering so that the gaggle of blushing young women ahead of him blocked Adore’s view as they approached her. The giggling and tears were simultaneously endearing and a little odd from this side of the table. After sharing hugs, one of them presented Adore with a gift bag that proved to contain a sketch of Adore and Bianca from one of their many drag selfies.

”Oh wow, did you draw this? It’s so good!” Adore kissed her cheek and beamed at her. “I love it, I can’t wait to show it to Bianca!”

“Ohmigod really?” The girl’s voice was quivering with what Bianca assumed to be excitement, face flushed pink.

“Yeah! She’s gonna love it too.”

”We were sad she isn’t here,” one of the others chimed in, sporting a passable rendition of Shangela’s spiky red outfit.

Adore paused in signing a photo, nodding. “I miss her, but she’s busy being rich and all that in London.”

”We really like her too! What’s she like for real?”

Gesturing for them to join her in front of the photo backdrop, Adore’s smile softened a bit as they moved to either side. “She’s the love of my life, like the most super amazing person ever.”

Roy lost the rest of what she said as the girls arranged themselves around her and several flashes went off. Adore’s seemingly offhand comment filled his chest with a peculiar warmth, and it took squeezing the edge of the table to bring his smile under control.

”Hi baby!” Adore’s voice came from his right.

He kept his chin ducked down, messy curls obscuring most of his face.

”I love your outfit,” she continued, voice gentle as he kept up the shy fan pretense. “Wanna hug?”

She stepped forward with her arms held out, and he let her fold him into an embrace that was 100% Adore but lacking their usual full-body contact. Unable to resist, Roy leaned in until his painted lips brushed her ear.

”Wanna fuck?”

Adore whipped her head around so fast that their noses barely missed colliding. Under the cover of both of their wigs, her mouth fell open and she blinked rapidly.

”What-“

”Shhhhh!”

For once, Adore actually listened and pasted on a wide smile while talking through her teeth.

”What. The fuck. Willow?”

”Surprise, pussyface.” As reluctant as he was to let go, they needed to separate before the length of their hug resulted in unwanted attention.

Holding onto his shoulders, she pushed him back to arms length.

“Oh my gosh, I love you too!” she added a bit too loudly before firmly pulling him back in and pressing his face against her shoulder. “Oh sweetie, don’t cry…”

Sure that he was leaving foundation on her bare skin, Roy nonetheless had to give her credit for fast thinking as she called out a “be right back!” to her staffer and maneuvered him behind the curtain at the back of the booth. On the way, he caught a glimpse of the fans in line behind him, a mixture of envy and hero worship written over their expressions.

********

”What the fuck, Willow?” Adore repeated once they were alone in the narrow canvas-lined corridor between her booth and the one on the other side. “You’re supposed to be in London!”

”You mean I can’t make a trip out to see my best girl?” He grinned, reveling in the shock.

”You…you’re…fuck!” she sputtered.

”That’s me. In fact-“

Whatever he meant to say next was cut off as Adore crushed her lips against his, hands curved around his jaw. He melted into the kiss for a moment before returning it with equal ferocity. Their tongues met in a series of sloppy open-mouthed kisses, lipstick smearing as Roy bit at Adore’s full lower lip.

“-fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth when they separated for air, eyes glazed over with passion. “Missed you so much.”

”Missed you too. You have no idea.”

Her gaze focused again as it traveled the length of his body.

”You look fucking hot as hell as me.” Her hands caressed his exposed midsection, gliding down over his abs and the waistband of the fishnets. “Holy fuck,” Adore groaned when she cupped him through the denim, “I can’t believe you’re wearing this.”

“They’re your shorts.” It was the only thing his rapidly short-circuiting brain could think of, losing the ability to think as her fingers popped all three buttons with one pull and she stared hungrily at the thong barely containing his erection.

”I’m going to-“

”Adore?” The staffer’s head peeked around the curtain. By some miraculous stroke of luck, her back was turned and body angled just so, concealing both her lustful stare and Roy’s open fly as she shoved his face back down onto her shoulder. “Everything okay?”

”Yeah.” Her voice was shaky but firm. “Give me a few? We’re a little uhhh emotional right now…”

”Oh! Of course. Why don’t you take a break for a little while? I can put the sign up for fifteen.”

Turning just enough to wink at the oblivious DragCon volunteer, Adore waved her thanks and waited until the curtain fell closed again before dragging Roy by the hand through the maze of metal supports and backdrops. She didn’t stop until they were both safely behind a door marked Queens Only. Glancing around quickly as she steered him into a corner, Roy realized that the much larger room had been partitioned into individual dressing room spaces. He stumbled a little as she pushed him into one of the spaces, recognizing her beat up makeup cases.

The curtain closed with a snap behind her, and then she was backing him against the wall with a predatory expression.

”We’ve got ten minutes,” she murmured, the husky tone sending a bolt of lust straight to his balls. “Which sucks, because I need to fuck you so bad right now.”

Roy’s head jerked to the side as the sound of rattling hangers came from the other side of one of the partitions. “Adore-“

”Shut. Up.” Her mouth covered his again, fingers delving underneath fishnet and black elastic to grope his ass and squeeze his still-hard cock. His own hands roamed over her in return, pinching a nipple through the gold star pasties and tugging the straps of her own thong.

“You know,” he tore himself free to whisper, “I can’t decide if the string up my ass is making me horny or if it’s the worst self-inflicted wedgie ever.”

”Fucking…B, if you don’t suck my cock now I’m going to bend you over this table.”

Adore looked every bit as serious as her threat sounded, and Roy sank to his knees, taking her pants down with him. Mouthing the fabric straining over the head, he froze when a very familiar voice came through the curtain.

”Adore? You in there?” Raja sounded mellow as always, and a long-fingered hand pulled the curtain aside. “I was wondering if you wanted to go have a- Oh, sorry!”

“Sort of busy right now.”

”I can see that,” Raja muttered. “I’ll umm, why don’t I come by your booth later?”

”Yeah.” Adore’s hands kept his face pressed to her crotch, preventing Raja from glimpsing more than the top of his head.

”…Danny.” She turned to leave, but paused halfway. Her voice was unexpectedly serious.

”…what? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

”Is he okay with this?” Roy froze at the admonishing whisper. While he was trying to be incognito, it wasn’t fair to let someone as perceptive as Raja worry about Adore’s behavior. Tugging free from her restraining grip, he leaned around Adore’s hip.

“He’s absolutely okay with this.” He smirked, watching Raja’s eyebrows fly up towards her hairline. “But don’t tell anyone that.”

”Ahhh. Good to see you, even if you’re not supposed to be here.” Raja let the curtain slip back closed. “You two better be careful,” she advised, “or else you know the rumors. Carry on.”

In the silence as her footsteps receded, Roy sat back on his heels and met Adore’s crestfallen eyes.

”Well shit. She’s right, you know, we probably shouldn’t be doing this here.”

”But-“

Roy hauled himself to his feet, brushing his fingers over her cheek.

“Shh. I want you just as bad, but I’m not going to start what we don’t have time to finish right now.”

Adore’s frustrated growl vibrated against his hand.

“Fuck, I know.”

Reaching into the front pocket of his shorts, Roy pulled out a keycard and pressed it into her hand.

”Three ninety-six. I’ll be there when you’re off the floor.”

”I’ve still got the runway show after. Come see me?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Now get out of here before someone else finds us.”

Adore pulled him into one last lingering kiss.

” ‘Kay.”

Tracing her lips with a finger, he cleared away the remnants of his lipstick on her mouth as best he could.

“I’ll be waiting.”

TO BE CONTINUED?

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #raja gemini #attempted smut #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #what happens at drag con #canon compliant #dragcon

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a-chaotic-dumbass · 3 years ago

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i just so happen to be a raccoon so *takes highschool of the dead, twilight, dragon raja, ontama, bleach and bleack butler into my trashcan*

idc if highschool of the dead is trash its MY trash and the openin kicks ass😠😤

#high school of the dead #chaotic but like not on topic

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🏆 Gun and a Hotel Bible 🏆 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐This film will win many awards, it’s fantastic!!!Screening at regal Cinemas at LA LIVE Saturday November 9th, theater number 8, 300 seats.This is an amazing film, Character driven, Exciting, Provocative and well written, the actors portrayal of their characters is exemplary, Our reviewers are absolutely at odds with each other right now as a large group of us just watched it as a submission to Film Fest La, it provokes conversation unlike any other film submission we have seen in three years, it has us arguing, debating, cringing, agreeing, disagreeing, and many other emotions flowing in the room, Edward was speechless for a few minutes too!!!, A few of us hated it due to ideology, but loved it too due to the content creating conversations....It's a must see and we are proud to say it is a top choice from our festival staff.www.GunandaHotelBible.comGun and a Hotel BibleNOTE: The original play was titled Gun a and Motel Bible. Motel was changed to Hotel for the film.Gun And A Hotel Bible is a provocative dialogue between a man on the verge of a violent act, and a personified Hotel Bible. Spend one hour in a desperate man's life as Pete comes "face-to-face" with everything he once believed in. Gideon (being, ya know, a Bible) doesn’t get out much. Still, he has plenty to say... but Pete’s heard it all before and he's more than ready to spar with the “Word of God.” As ideas about morality, the Bible, and God fly, the clock ticks. Gideon and Pete battle and bond as they are forced to deal with their inadequacies. Can Gideon sway Pete before Pete pulls the trigger?Bradley and Daniel have been writing and performing together for the better part of a decade. They have always bonded over good stories and good story telling. In the fall of 2017, Bradley (a big Beatles fan) pitched Daniel the idea of writing a play using a Gideon’s Bible as a character – an idea he got when listening to the Beatles’ song “Rocky Raccoon.” Eight months, several drafts, and dozens of philosophical discussions later, they brought on Alicia Joy LeBlanc to help bring the story to the stage. After an award-winning run at the 2018 Hollywood Fringe Festival, Embrace Entertainment greenlit the feature adaptation of the story: Gun and a Hotel Bible. Daniel and Bradley bring their differences, doubts, and deep friendship to the fore as they slug out the question: “Why do we believe what we believe?” Follow, Like and share social media sites: Instagram: instagram.com/gunandahotelbible/ Twitter: twitter.com/GunHotelBibleWords can’t describe how invested I was in Gun and a Motel Bible. As I was walking out of the theatre and to my car, a random stranger sparked a conversation with me asking me what show I had seen. I told him what I saw and his face lit up, indicating that he saw it to. We spent the rest of our walk analyzing the show. Major props to Bradley Gosnell for not only starring in it, but also being one of writers behind it. Fantastic job!! – Jake Mouchawar“An intriguing concept smartly delivered. Basically a fractured man’s debate with his forsaken faith, as the clock ticks down to a life changing act. The taut writing crackles with emotional intelligence and, given the concept, surprisingly organic comedy. Those with some scriptural familiarity will undoubtedly nod along with the inherent contradictions that are raised and debated, while those less scripturally inclined (like myself) need not worry. The play does all the work for you. It is not interested in delivering winners and losers, or even a faith-based message per se. It simply asks you to take the journey with these two characters who are impossible not to root for. Gosnell and Floren (who are also the playwrights) display razor sharp timing and, given how familiar they must be with the material, remarkably urgent, just-now deliveries. Floren’s cheerfully overeager, Mormon-on-the-doorstep enthusiasm brings levity at first, then a forceful flaws-and-all testament of faith as the ultimate healer, then finally pleaful desperation as the proverbial clock is about to run out. As the man with a dark plan, Gosnell does the emotional heavy lifting with nuance and humanity, wisely resisting the urge to play things too wrought or twitchy. It’s a performance that allows the audience to see the decent guy he must have been, punctuated by sudden outbursts of raw anger, betrayal, and self-reflective emotional reckoning. It all happens so seamlessly, it’s easy to lose sight of the high wire act these actor / playwrights have pulled off. LaBlanc makes the most of a spare, one room set. No movement wasted. Nothing false or forced. Never too little or too much. Tech work is solid. At a brisk 50 minutes, this one act journey is the best hour I can recall spending away from the smart phone in a long time.” -Baily Walker“I saw this play twice and I hope I get the chance to see it again! First thoughts…. what brilliant writing! The play has such a simple premise, but through that premise the characters take us on a complex journey of understanding what makes and justifies a moral code. At the beginning I was quick to choose my side between the characters, but just about halfway through… I couldn’t pick a side anymore as I found myself rooting for both of them. And what beautiful performances! The chemistry between actors Bradley Gosnell and Daniel Floren really brought the story to life. Their genuine/honest performances were a rollercoaster ride. One moment I was laughing out loud and just a minute later my heart was breaking. The direction was fantastic and the energy throughout the play took the suspense that was set up in the premise even further. Seeing it a second time gave me a chance to appreciate it even more, catching small details I missed the first time around. I hope to have the chance to see Gun and a Motel Bible again, share it with some friends, and I look forward to what the collaborators of this show come up with next.” – Ashton Avila“What a treat! Witty, intelligent, and refreshingly original, without isolating the audience (a tough feat when one of the characters is a BOOK!) I was laughing out loud while wrestling with my own moral dilemmas as the characters’ confronted theirs. These two talented actors bring you into some powerful and heavy debates that leave you teetering right on the edge of reason and insanity. Congrats to director, writers, and crew… it was my favorite fringe show this year!” -Ana Zimbart“This short but engrossing play was impressive on so many levels. The quality of the script: profound ideas and thoughts presented with such clear articulation and passion; you never feel as though you’re being preached to, or hit over the head with an opposing belief. The acting: these young men so embodied their characters, I really wanted them to continue their discussion; you could feel the energy and sincerity of their respective positions, as well as their disappointment, confusion and doubt. Don’t miss this one!” – Judy Burrishttps://www.hollywoodfringe.org/projects/5063Bradley Gosnell – Writer, ActorBradley Gosnell – Writer, Actor, Producer Bradley Gosnell is an actor based in Los Angeles. He continues to cut his teeth in the theatre world, rotating between producing, writing, directing, and performing (as you do in LA). He is an establishing member of Irreverent Shakespeare Project and the sketch team Safety Patrol (YouTube/ OOB). Bradley is currently working as a private acting coach and part time theatre teacher at Oaks Christian High School.Website: https://gosnellbradley.wixsite.com/actorIMDB Page: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331528/bio…Comedy Sketch Team page: safetypatrolcomedy.comDaniel Floren – Writer, ActorDaniel Floren – Writer, Actor, Producer Daniel is an actor-writer with a taste for honesty, heart, hope, and humor. As he’s journeyed from Wisconsin to TCU to Los Angeles, he’s honed a keen sense for shaping heartfelt stories. He’s acted and written for multiple screen and stage productions from the likes of Trinity Shakespeare to Comedy Central; he’s happiest in rehearsals and pitch rooms. More than anything, he wants to encourage people through stories built with meaningful logos, pathos, ethos, and Cheerios.Drama Reel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HeNImdJvW4IComedy Reel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9W_oWwcGxhUContact: [email protected]: www.danielfloren.comIMDB Page: imdb.me/danielflorenAlicia Joy LaBlanc – Director Alicia Joy LeBlanc co-directed “Gun and a Hotel Bible” after directing the play version for the 2018 Hollywood Fringe Festival. She is a short, character actress, and writer in Los Angeles. After reading the script she jumped at the opportunity to direct it and to work with talented actors, Dan Floren and Bradley Gosnell. She was thrilled to work with director Raja Gosnell in transforming this story for the screen.IMDB page: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm4251331/Raja Gosnell – Director When Raja saw the play Gun and A Motel Bible at the LA Fringe Festival he was beyond impressed with the intelligent writing and emotional acting. Hearing the reactions on the sidewalk after the show, and how the play served as an impetus for deep conversations, he was convinced that story should be brought to the screen.This was an opportunity for Raja to walk along side the young imaginative minds who created the story and help them bring the project to life on film. After meetings with writers Bradley and Daniel to discuss their vision, it was clear that they would serve as producers as well as actors. Having had been trusted to bring the story to the stage, it was important that director Alicia LeBlanc be a part of the team. Her blocking, understanding of the characters and coaching of the actors were as valuable on set as in the theatre.The cast and crew consisted of some established professionals together with many young artists at the beginning of their careers, giving freely of their time and talents. The energy, support and love on the set proved vital to this independent production with a small budget. The entire film was shot in under a week so it took unselfish teamwork to pull it off. Co-Director, Alicia LaBlanc also served as script supervisor. PAs were also stand-ins. Producers served meals and hauled props. The cast and crew were small in number but big in heart!Raja Gosnell has been in the movie business for four decades. After editing blockbusters such as Home Alone and Mrs. Doubtfire, he transitioned into directing. Directing credits include the Smurfs films, Big Momma’s House, Never Been Kissed, and Beverly Hills Chihuahua.Chelsea Gonnering – Producer Born and raised in Southern California, Chelsea grew up surrounded by art and music thanks to her parents and older sister. Chelsea spent the first two thirds of her life as a dancer, studying and performing ballet, jazz, and contemporary. It was in college that Chelsea’s interests turned to film and television production. Chelsea moved to Los Angeles 10 years ago and began navigating the world of freelance production. Since then, Chelsea has worked on a variety of projects spanning the entertainment spectrum. From docu-reality series and variety specials to feature films and new media.Chelsea’s first few jobs were with the legendary live TV Producer and Director Don Mischer. Chelsea has worked on multiple Oscar telecasts as well as AFI Lifetime Achievement Awards, Comedy Central Roasts, and charity shows such as Red Nose Day, Muscular Dystrophy Association Telethon, and Seth Rogan’s Hilarity For Charity. Chelsea has worked on the independent films, Save the Date, Non-Stop to Comic-Con, In The Family, and Love Sonia.Celeste Provart – Executive Producer Celeste maintains a passion for the arts as she has her entire life. She has dedicated time to a variety of performing arts as a performer, director, choreographer, and more. In her early career, she was a casting assistant for films and television. Years later she established the theater department at Oaks Christian Middle School. In those early years, she did everything from set building to wardrobe – and always “recruited” her kids to pitch in. After all, “Many hands make for light work!” Currently, she splits her time between learning (thank you Hidden Brain, TED talks & Audibles!) writing, and family. She is always eager to attend original and creative small theatre performances in whichever city she finds herself. In these humble venues, she finds the new, creative works which inspire and engage. Producing Gun and a Hotel Bible has been a privilege.Robert Arnold – Director of Photography Director of photography Robert Arnold is an accomplished cinematographer who is equally at home working with high art, drama and VFX productions.From studio to independent productions, Arnold is admired for his skill with lighting diverse skin tones and his warm, collaborative approach to filmmaking.Most recently, Arnold has been shooting commercials, short films, documentaries and television series. In 2018-19 he operated B Cam/Steadicam on ABC’s Grown•ish, staring Yara Shahidi, for Mark Doering-Powell, ASC. Previously he operated B Cam/Steadicam for his long time friend and cinematographer Tommy Maddox on the Netflix Original Series titled “Huge in France” starring French comedian Gad Elmaleh.In 2018, Arnold lensed a spec commercial for director Monty Marsh who is a part of the Commercial Directors Diversity Program (CDDP), a joint venture between the Association of Independent Commercial Producers (AICP) and the Directors Guild of America (DGA). A member of the International Cinematographers Guild I.A.T.S.E. Local 600, Arnold’s past credits include serving as a camera operator on The Walking Dead and Chicago P.D., working alongside his mentor cinematographer Rohn Schmidt, whom he met on The Chicago Code. Arnold also worked as on films and television series, such as: La La Land, Furious 7, Scandal, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Big Little Lies. On Big Little Lies, Arnold collaborated closely with director Jean-Marc Vallée, OC to compose the series’ beautiful frames, designing shots and occasionally lensing second unit.Having been a professional filmmaker for more than 14 years, Arnold’s passion for cinematography began with his admiration for films photographed by Matthew Libatique, ASC; Ernest Dickerson, ASC; Wally Pfister, ASC; Darius Khondji, ASC, AFC, ACS.This led him to cultivate his craft for cinematography at Columbia College Chicago where he received his Bachelors of Arts in Cinematography, as well as at the prestigious American Film Institute where he was awarded a Masters of Fine Arts degree in Cinematography. While balancing his undergraduate studies, Arnold’s ambition led to an electrician apprenticeship on Fox Searchlight’s Roll Bounce with James Muro as the cinematographer. Two years later, Arnold joined Chicago’s I.A.T.S.E. Studio Mechanics Local 476.The young cinephile would further his occupation becoming a grip/electrician on features, television series and commercials between Chicago and New Mexico. Arnold cites world renowned cinematographers John Simmons, ASC; Geary McLeod, ASC; Rohn Schmidt; Amir Mokri; Dave Perkal, ASC; and Yves Bélanger, CSC as his mentors. Arnold is based in Los Angeles, with Chicago being his hometown.Ed Smart – Composer Ed Smart is an award-winning composer for television and film, having composed themes and scores for series on Discovery, HBO, CBS, A&E, TLC, Velocity, Nickelodeon and OWN, among others. He composed the score to the Oscar-nominated documentary feature Hank Aaron: Chasing the Dream, executive produced by Denzel Washington and the HBO series Arli$$. Recent projects include the television series A Haunting (Discovery) and Fantomworks (Velocity). As a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist and orchestrator, Ed has worked with many award-winning artists, including Beyoncé, Jewel, Amy Grant, Jennifer Hudson, Michael W. Smith, and Kirk Franklin.Website: https://www.edsmartmusic.comKeseh Morgan – Production Designer Keseh Morgan’s love for creating spaces was cultivated through an admiration of architecture, landscape and storytelling. Production Design found her, lost in a writers room searching for a more immediate creative output. For the last 8 years, Keseh has cultivated a successful award-winning career that spans films, commercials and music videos. As a production designer, Keseh owns her creative space. Through collaboration with strong production crews her vision truly represents the character’s narrative journey. She lives and works in Pasadena, California. Her favorite dessert is butterscotch pudding and she believes that all art is created through some mischief and magic. https://pin.it/yjlxa5lsie27l7

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